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Little Jo
by Brody (no address provided)
***
A young girl's mother leaves. She becomes a tomboy.
This story is her sexual awaken and her becoming a
young lady with desires for a neighbor boy and then
her dad. (Mg, pre, ped, inc, 1st)
***
-= Chapter 1 =-
My name is Jo. It's short for Jolene. To be sure, ours
is a strange family. Wasn't always that way, though. I
had a normal enough childhood--mom, dad, little
sister--right up till I was 6. Literally. That was the
day of my birthday party. We had a bunch of my school
friends over. I was opening up one present and I
thought it was so absolutely cool! It was a Barbie
doll. I ran into the kitchen where my mom was and
showed her.
"Yeah. Nice. A real slut!" she barked at me. "Now get
outta my way!"
I'd seen mom and dad fight before but this was
different, a new level of anger and animosity. I
backed out of the kitchen and barely noticed anything
else that was happening at the party. I heard crashing
in the kitchen and a loud door slam. I knew things
were not good.
Dad served the ice cream and cake. He helped me blow
the candles out even though my heart was not in it. He
met the parents at the door and said good-bye to all
my friends. And after the last person had left he
picked me up and hugged me closely.
"Mommy's not coming back," he whispered.
I didn't completely understand what he meant, but my
little sister, Sherri, woke up from her nap then. Dad
set me down to go upstairs and get her--she was just 3
and a half. I ran into the kitchen and stared. No mom.
Broken plates on the floor and the curtain rod over
the window was broken.
Dad came in and softly said, "We'll clean this up
later."
Sherri was crying and had a real boogery nose, "Ma-
ma!"
"She's gone now, honey," Daddy whispered then led us
both out to the living room. He sat on the couch and
cradled Sherri. I looked at him at a loss for
understanding. He beckoned me come sit by him. I
climbed up on the couch and leaned into his shoulder.
"Mommy's gone now. I don't know when she'll be back."
I never saw my mother again. Sherri cried; but I
resolved at that point to be the opposite of what my
mother was. She was a girlie, fancy dresser; I would
be a tomboy. She spent a lot of time on hair and
makeup; I would avoid that stuff at all costs. She
loved shopping and the like; I chose sports and things
that Daddy liked. In short, I did everything I could
to become a boy since it was a woman brought so much
pain into my life.
I even begged daddy to let me get my hair cut short--
pixie style, they called it. I disavowed my name of
"Jolene" and from that point on wanted to be called
"Jo." I never wore a dress after that day and referred
to my under garments as underwear--never as panties. I
was a jeans and tee-shirt sort of rough-n-tumble,
baseball & football loving tomboy.
Shoot, by fifth grade I was so good at any sport that
if I wasn't the captain of a team, they would choose
me first or second to BE on their team.
One afternoon right after school let out, it was a
beautiful late September Fall day. Just a hint of cool
in the air, the leaves had tinges of color but the
afternoon sun beat down warm enough that we all were
sweating. I was quarterback and called a play. The
ball snapped to me and I pumped it, weighing my
options. Johnny was open, but Danny was further down
field. I hauled off and chucked the ball in a
beautiful spiral. It soared through the air and Danny
snagged it out of the sky then ran across the goal. We
were all so stoked! I was absolutely elated! Everyone
was congratulating me on that play.
"Great job, Jo." someone said. "Awesome pass, dude!"
Then I heard another voice. "Hey, son!"
I looked up. A man had stopped to watch our informal
football game. He called out again, "That was a great
pass, son! Keep up the good work!"
I was really stoked after that! That man didn't even
know that I was a girl. My shortish hair and great arm
allowed me to be one of the boys.
It was several weeks later, early October, if I
remember correctly, that we were playing another game.
The afternoon sun was lower in the sky, the air was a
bit crisper and the leaves were much more colorful. It
was the end of a warm spell so we were all still
thinking that summer was still with us for another day
or two so we thought nothing of playing a game of
shirt-and-skins.
Keep in mind up to that time, I had been shirts and I
had been skins. No biggie. I thought of myself as a
boy and looking at my flat chest certainly would not
have given anyone a clue otherwise.
Except we had a new boy in our game. Robert. My team
was picked to be skins and suddenly he said, "Hey,
wait, she's a girl!"
My shirt was already off and I just stared at him. I
think I was imagining that was the rudest thing
possible that anyone could have said to me.
"She can't go shirtless," Robert said again. "Can
she?"
"She's done it half the games that we've ever played,"
Matt replied. "Probably since second or third grade."
"Besides, Charlie has bigger tits that she does," Rick
laughed.
Everyone else laughed too. Even Charlie who was a
little over weight and had flabby boy tits. Charlie
swung at Rick good naturedly then said, "Should I
cover up too?"
I finally found my voice and said, "I don't matter
squat. I don't got girlie boobs. I can be skins. Are
you playing?"
Matt stood beside me and reaffirmed what I said. "And
if anyone has a problem, take it up with me or just go
home."
We played. Our team whooped theirs.
As we gathered up our stuff to head on home, Matt
stood nearby. "I'll walk ya' home."
"Okay." I pulled my shirt over my head and grabbed my
bag. It was just a little odd that he asked to walk
home with me, but I didn't think much about it. We
both lived a block apart and we had to cross the
little gulley to get there.
"Great game," he said at length as we slipped into the
cool of the woods by the gulley.
"I loved your fake block!" I answered.
We crossed a log and I was going to keep going but
Matt sat down. "Got a moment, Jo?" he asked.
"I guess."
He pointed at the log next to him so I sat there too.
That's when things really started seeming a little
weird.
"Jo, you know how I stood up for you and all?"
I nodded.
"And you have the right to go shirtless if that's what
you really want."
I merely stared at him, trying to anticipate what he
was going to say next.
"But, Jo, I'd really like you to think about it
differently."
"What do you mean?"
"Jo, you are a girl. And it really is different."
My head spun. I hadn't expected THAT! "You're crazy,"
I said. "I'm as flat chested as any of you."
"Almost," he replied. "But there's something different
about it. A couple of the other guys have noticed and
Robert really noticed today. And, well, shoot, I
noticed too!"
"But I'm flat."
"Flat but different," he answered looking first into
my eyes, then down at the little trickle of water
below us.
"Different?" I repeated.
He nodded. "Just enough that I was looking at you
throughout most of the game and thinking, gee!"
I swatted him on the back of his head.
"No, seriously, Jo. And I don't want guys talking
smack about you. If they do, I'd have to beat them up;
but I'm afraid that if you keep going shirtless, more
and more guys will be talking and I'll have to spend
more and more time beating them up."
He was serious. Dead serious! Everything that I had
tried to avoid was sneaking up on me and trapping me.
"What do you mean different?" I finally asked.
"I dunno. It just looks different. Softer, maybe.
Prettier, for certain."
"And other guys have been noticing?"
He nodded again.
"I'm sorry that it's been a problem." I turned and
started to get up.
He put his hand on my shoulder. I paused.
"It's not a problem, Jo. I just don't want it to be a
problem. And," his voice trailed off. I turned back
around to look at him. He was smiling awkwardly. "And,
Jo," he began again. "If you aren't offended or
bothered none by it, I would enjoy looking at your
chest again. And any time you'd like to show it."
My head spun. This was odd! Completely unprecedented!
"You what?"
He laughed and shrugged his shoulders. "I just
wouldn't mind seeing your chest again. That's all."
"I thought you said that it needed to be covered up."
I really wasn't understanding him. Up till that point
I thought it was only girls who were illogical
thinkers.
"In public? Playing football? Yes. In private? I would
love it."
"What is it about my non-tits that is making all you
guys go crazy?"
He just shrugged.
"I don't get you guys," I exclaimed.
"Wanna compare then I can show you?"
I thought about that for a moment and was suddenly
curious what the difference was--if any. "Sure," I
said and slipped my shirt off over my head.
Matt slowly removed his, barely taking his eyes off of
my chest. "See what I mean?" he asked, his voice
sounding hoarse and strained.
I looked down at mine then back at Matt's chest. He
was muscular for a fifth grader--no fat covering up
his ribs or sagging around his belly. His nipples were
tight and compact: little grains bumping up otherwise
not discernible at all. Mine, well, I was shocked to
see that mine *HAD* changed. They were wider then I
had remembered; and they stuck out--only a little, but
it was HUGE in my mind. I wasn't supposed to have
tits! No boobs for me! Boobs are for horrible women
who are selfish and mean.
"This changes everything," I whispered. I really
didn't know what to think or say. I felt my eyes
stinging like tears were threatening to spring up at
any moment. I sat downcast with my hands in my lap on
my crumpled shirt.
"Maybe it changes things," Matt said then placed his
hand on my hands. "But it doesn't mean that it changes
things for the bad. You look very nice. So do your,
um....."
"But now I have to be a girl and everything," I
interrupted. Tears did run down my cheeks.
"Nothing wrong with that," Matt said softly.
"But girls don't play sports and run around in the
woods. They hafta go shopping and wear stupid lacy
dresses."
"Not necessarily. You can still play football with us
as long as you want. You're better than most of the
guys out there."
I looked up at him not completely processing what was
said.
"Jo, you can have the best of both worlds," he said
squeezing my hands. "Beautiful looks and great game!"
"You really think these are pretty?" I finally asked.
"Yes! And you are the prettiest girl in our class too!
Hands down!"
Well, that was just awkward! "Thanks. I guess I gotta
be going." I slipped my hands out from under his and
put my shirt back on.
"Thank you, Jo." He stood up as I did. "Maybe we can
do this again?"
"I dunno," I shrugged. "I'll keep my shirt on for game
days though."
Matt then made things even more awkward. He leaned
forward and kissed me on my cheek. "Bye!"
"Bye," I said and quickly walked home, not even
noticing if he was behind me or not.
Dad wasn't home yet and Sherri was still at the sitter
who picked her up from grade school. Since I was
older, dad gave me more leeway and more
responsibility. It was my job to clean any breakfast
dishes, put away all the clean dishes, set the table
and on some nights start dinner. Dad told me earlier
that he was bringing something home--all I had to do
was make sure that the canned veggies were on the
stove.
This meant that I had a bit more time to myself. I
spent much of it in my room, naked from the waist up,
just staring at my chest from a hundred different
angles. How had I missed that my boobs were beginning
to grow? I suppose that either I was in denial, or
since it was so far from my mind that I wasn't even
thinking to look. But anyway, there they were: bigger
than ever and threatening to get huge. I recalled with
a shudder that I had played with one of my mom's bras
when I was 5. I tried wearing it--even stuffed some of
my socks and panties in it to fill it out. The thing
was huge. (Of course, "huge" is relative. I much later
found out that mom was only an A or an A-plus cup
size.)
I gently felt each tit. They were surprisingly
sensitive. Underneath each was a knot or a bump that
hurt to press on. I wondered if that is what cancer
started out like.
When dad got home he had Kentucky Fried Chicken! That
was a big deal for us. Sherri was talking nonstop
throughout dinner. Dad finally looked at me and asked,
"What's up, Jo?"
"Is it possible for someone my age to get breast
cancer?"
"Possible?" He chuckled and wiped his hands on his
napkin. "But not very likely. What brings that
question?"
"I felt little bumps under my boobs," I said feeling a
bit of relief. It was always good to talk it out with
dad. He'd know what to do or say. He would fix it.
"You know there's another explanation," he said.
"What's that?"
"Your body's growing. And that mean your boobs will be
growing too."
"How do you know which is which?" I asked. "I mean
they're kinda sore and hurt to touch."
"We could look at them later, if you want, or maybe
set up a doctor's appointment."
I shook my head. "Later's fine."
Sherri looked at me funny and wrinkled up her nose.
"You're getting boobs?"
"I suppose."
After dinner I led dad off to my room and took my
shirt off. I saw him smile funny and nod his head.
"Well, Jo, I think that it's not cancer. You're just
growing up."
"Then why's it hurt?"
"Where?"
I pointed at each nipple. "Right under here."
"Let's see," he said and gently felt my nearly flat
chest. I jumped as his fingers pressed my nipple. It
didn't hurt; it was just full of sensations. He
pressed and he made contact with the lump under my
breast. "Um-huh. You're just growing."
"Really?"
"Yep. Would it surprise you to know that sometimes
boys get those lumps there too? Even though they don't
grow boobs?"
"Why?"
"Your body is doing a lot of changing. Chemicals and
hormones and new grow and girl's breast tissue is
getting ready to develop real tits that can eventually
produce milk. That's what that lump is. It's all those
immature milk glands starting to stretch and grow and
develop."
"But a guy?"
"He has the same plumbing up on his top side as you
do. It's just that there are a whole host of different
chemicals and hormones prodding his body to grow
differently. Sometimes a guy's chest reacts a little
to all of that before everything else gets
straightened out."
"Charlie has boobs bigger than mine." I giggled.
"Almost as big as Mary's."
"Does Mary where a bra?" he asked.
I nodded. Mary started developing tits in 4th grade
and was at least an A or A-plus cup now.
"Some guys are just a little over weight and the extra
fat easily adds itself around breast tissue. Sometimes
it takes care of itself as soon as his puberty kicks
in."
"He's just over weight."
"You don't make fun of him, do you?"
"Not much. He usually laughs about it himself."
"Okay. Just be careful. Don't add to the problem.
Sometimes guys are still sensitive even though they're
laughing about it."
I was quiet for a few moments. "But I'm okay?"
"Totally."
"Dad, why do some guys like looking at a girl's tits?"
"Because they're pretty."
That was almost exactly what Matt had said, so I
looked at my dad a little funny. "Do you think these
are pretty?"
"Awkward question, Jo." Dad laughed. "I'm your dad. Of
course I think everything about you is pretty. I think
both of my daughters are absolute beauties."
I smiled and gave him a hug. "I love you, daddy!"
"I love you too, Jo."
His strong arms encircled me. I loved the feel of his
hands on my bare back. That night in bed as I drifted
off to sleep, I touched my just-starting-to-grow
titties. I remembered my dad's hands touching my back,
but instead I saw Matt's face. I was suddenly very
excited and felt very strange feelings. Wonderful,
powerful and desirable feelings. I had at least two
different dreams that night--both involving Matt
looking at my naked chest and touching my naked skin.
It wasn't the next day, but soon after that I really
began thinking about Matt differently. Some of my
alone time was spent looking at my developing tits and
imagining what Matt would see and how he might touch
them. Perhaps a week after that fateful afternoon when
Matt had talked to me about my chest, we were again
playing another game of football after school. It was
a lot cooler--Halloween and the time change were less
than a week away. There was the threat of a cold rain
moving in. Matt said it was too cold for shirts and
skins--"just remember who's on your team; it's not
rocket science." We all laughed.
Afterwards, I hung around and started walking with
Matt. When we were all along I quietly said, "I guess
that I got to tell you thank you for what you said
last week."
He nodded.
"And I think it was a real sweet thing you said about
my tits." I stopped and he stopped too. I looked him
in the eye and smiled. "And if you want to look at
them, then I'd be pleased to let you."
Matt swallowed hard. "Really?" His voice squeaked.
I nodded. "Wanna stop by my house for a few minutes?"
"Sure!"
So we practically ran through the woods, over the
gulley and up the street to my house. I opened the
back door and checked--there was no one else home yet.
"So do you really want to see my little tits and flat
chest?" I asked.
"Sure!"
I shucked my coat and lifted my tee shirt off over my
head in nearly the same motion. Completely inelegant
and consensual, but highly effective for fifth
graders.
Matt stared hard at my tits for minutes before he
finally spoke. "Prettier than I had remembered. May I
touch?"
I was really hoping that he'd asked that or do
something like that. It was a little like the dreams
and daydreams that I had been having. I nodded and
stepped closer to him.
He slowly raised one hand and touched my left breast
with his right forefinger. I felt electricity course
through my body. He pulled back at my jumping.
"Are you okay?"
I nodded again and said, "I feels weird. A good weird,
but really strange!"
"Oh." And he gently touched my nipple again. He
pressed against the lump under it and I jumped.
"I'm sorry, I keep hurting you," he whispered.
"Just be gentle," I replied. "And maybe, can I see you
without your shirt too?"
He nodded and reluctantly removed his hand from my
chest to slip his tee shirt off. I didn't give him
time to touch me again--instead, I hugged him and
pressed my barely-there tits against his body. He
wrapped his arms around me and I felt his hands on my
back--it was better than in my dreams! A weird sort of
slow electricity coursed through my body beginning in
my tits but working its way down through my belly and
crotch. Matt kissed me again on my cheek. I turned my
face up toward his and kissed him on his lips.
"I like that, Matt," I whispered. "I like that a lot!"
I pulled away, hardly able to think. I knew that we
should stop and that I didn't want dad to come home
with Mata and me in a half-naked embrace.
"We'll do it again," I said, holding his hand and
squeezing it.
"When?"
"Soon!"
We didn't have a chance to be alone like that for
several more weeks, but suddenly at school we were the
new hot item. I HAD to be with him at lunch and
recess. After school we would walk home or to the
empty field to play a game--but we would walk slowly
and holding hands.
One night out of the blue, Sherri suddenly announced
at dinner, "Jo has a boyfriend."
I shot her the stink eye. Not that it did any good.
"What's this, Jo?" Dad asked, setting his glass down.
"She's been holding hands with him all week," Sherri
blurted out again.
"Hush, Sherri," daddy said. "Let her tell her own
story."
"Yeah, it's kinda like that," I said, self-
consciously. "Matt and me have been hanging out
together a lot."
"Matt?"
"Yeah, Matt Riggley."
"Oh, yeah. I remember. Nice kid. Played short-stop in
little league, right?"
I nodded.
"Nothing wrong with that." Dad eyed me carefully then
smiled. "Is that why you wanted to let your hair start
growing out now?"
I smiled awkwardly and nodded again.
"Well, keep me posted on it," he said at length. "And
I should have another father-daughter talk with you
here pretty soon."
"Soon" actually waited till that weekend I think. Dad
took Sherri to a party and then he and me did a little
shopping, had a milkshake and went home.
"So, I want to make sure that you understand what
you're getting into," he said after we put the
groceries away.
"'Bout what?"
"Boys," he replied. "Matt seems like a nice guy but
you need to know things. Knowledge is power. It will
let you make good decisions."
"What do you mean?" I asked, genuinely not getting
what he was saying.
"Jo, it probably isn't happening yet, but generally
when boys and girls start liking each other, there's a
strong tendency to want to explore sex. That's kinda
normal, but you're a bit young for that plus you need
to know what it is so that you are aware of things
when they come up."
"What do you mean 'sex'?" I asked. "You mean like
making babies and all?"
"That's a big part of it. Do you know about that?"
I wrinkled my brow and said, "Kinda?"
"Okay, here's the short version." Dad looked a little
nervous and I think that made me feel a little odd
too. "You know that it takes a guy plus a girl to have
a baby, right?"
I nodded. "And they have to get naked together."
"Um-huh. And you know that guys and girls have
different equipment?"
"Girls get boobs and guys don't."
"That's part of it," he answered. "But down between
their legs there's a big difference too."
I nodded. I had seen brief glimpses of Dad coming out
of the shower and his wiener flopping long and big
amidst a forest of hair and a dark sac. I also had
seen a few of my classmates whip their wieners out to
take a leak out along the edge of the woods. Theirs
were much smaller and completely non-hairy compared
with dad's.
"So you know a guy has a penis," he went on. "Some
call it a dick or a cock."
"Or a wiener?" I laughed.
"Yeah, well, that's not well taken by most guys." Dad
laughed. "Anyway a girl has a slit and it's not just
for pee to come out of. There's another hole in there.
So if the guy squirts stuff from his penis and stuff
then it could make a baby."
"He pees on her?" I asked incredulously.
"No, no. It's sperm. Sperm comes out of his penis."
"How's it do that? What keeps the pee from coming out
too?"
"It's because the guy's penis gets stiff. That turns
the pee off. He literary cannot pee if his cock is all
stiff like that."
"What makes it get stiff?" I asked.
"He gets excited. He sees something beautiful or
something touching him."
Bells went off in my head. Matt loved looking at my
little tits. Was he getting a stiff penis?
"And what causes it to squirt the sperm stuff?" I
asked.
"It's stimulated. It is rubbed and touched and all and
that feels really good to a guy and then the
excitement increases and the sperm just shoots out."
He suddenly looked at his watch. "We gotta get over
and pick your sister up. Okay?"
I nodded. I had suddenly learned a lot more, yet (in
hind sight) learned practically nothing about what
real sex is. Perhaps a dangerous combination.
Definitely left me with a healthy curiosity about what
Matt was hiding under his pants.
Turns out I had an opportunity the week before
Christmas. Matt walking me home and I invited him in
again. "Wanna see some more, Matt?" I asked.
"Hot dog, yes!" he smiled and closed the door quickly
behind us.
I led him into the den and took my coat off. Matt
whistled and slipped out of his coat and began
unbuttoning his shirt. I giggled and slipped my shirt
off. I really enjoyed Matt's attention. Sure enough
Matt's eyes became glued to my tits. Still not much,
but a little puffier than before.
"Jo, you are so beautiful," he said, his voice rich
with emotion and passion. He touched one tit and, in
spite of knowing how it would feel, I jumped and
gasped. Matt looked up into my eyes and smiled.
I touched his chest and returned his smiled. "I love
feeling your touch, Matt. And I love touching you."
He chuckled and ran his fingers over my breasts. "So
wonderful," he murmured.
"I was wondering, though," I went on, "if I might see
a little more of what you have."
His fingers stopped and he looked deep into my eyes.
"What?"
"I want to see what you have under your pants."
He blushed then said, "You mean like totally naked?"
I nodded.
"And what about you?"
"You want to see under my pants too?"
"Oh, yes," he gushed. "Yes!"
I pulled back and kicked my tennis shoes off. "Okay."
I unbuttoned and slipped my pants down then kicked
them off standing before Matt only in my light blue
little girl underwear. It was the one thing that I had
little control over. I argued to Dad that pink was out
of the question and why couldn't I use boy's
underwear, but he drew the line there. "No, you have
to wear girl's underwear. But they have other colors
besides pink. Will blue or white be okay?" I
acquiesced.
Matt just stared.
"Matt?" I said, smiling at him. "Your turn."
"Oh, yes." He kicked his shoes off then slipped out of
his pants. And there he stood before me wearing only
his white, boy's underwear. And yes, there was a stiff
bulge in his shorts.
"Should we take our underwear off together?" I asked.
He nodded, barely taking his eyes off of me. I glanced
down and noticed that my underwear had pulled tight
around my pussy, showing the outline of my slit. I
suddenly felt a little embarrassed but swallowed and
dropped my underwear in one motion.
Matt jumped and slipped his down a few moments later,
his penis catching on the waistband then springing
free and slapping upward against his belly. I giggled,
having never seen anything like that before. Matt just
stared.
"Can I touch it?" I asked.
He nodded, never taking his eyes off my slit.
I gently touched the head of his penis. It jumped. It
was about three or four inches in length, totally
smooth and taut and almost rock hard. I was amazed
that something could be so soft and hard at the same
time. I grasped it entirely in one hand and squeezed.
He groaned and finally looked at something other than
my pussy.
"Oh, Jo, that feels so good!" He closed his eyes and
leaned back against the sofa. "Oh, don't stop!"
I kept holding that stiff, hot rod, squeezing and
stroking it a little. Suddenly his body stiffened and
he gasped as his knees buckled. A small splurt of
milky, semi-clear liquid plopped out of the top of his
penis and ran down on my hand. I let go of his still
turgid dick and wiped my hand on my underwear which
was handily on the floor next to us.
"Jo, I don't know what happened. I almost passed out!"
I looked at him very concerned. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah. It felt so good. It was like, wow!"
I was intrigued now. What in the world could be so
good about that feeling? But I just looked at him. He
was, what I'd call now, a little dizty from his first
post-orgasmic high, just smiling and not really
moving. I knelt down beside him and kissed his cheek.
He kissed me back and said, "Can I touch you too?"
I nodded and sat back on the couch with my legs wide
apart. I looked down at my bare slit. The ridges along
either side were puffier than I had seen them before,
wrinkled and widely pulled apart. In the crack was
another ridge of flesh. I had never really noticed it
before, but now it was very obvious--it looked so odd
as though something was wrong with my pussy. There was
not a strand of hair to be seen anywhere in my crotch
except for a light dusting of downy blonde fuzz across
my pussy mound. From my angle of looking down on the
scene, my pussy mound looked weird and extra mounded
up as though it too were swollen or disfigured. (I
guess that I was suffering a bit of insecurity.)
Matt finally spoke. "Oh, wow! Oh WOW!"
"What?" I looked up expecting something going wrong.
"It's just so, so, beautiful!"
I blushed and closed my legs together.
"Come on, Jo! Don't hide it from me."
I smiled shyly and opened my legs slowly. He moved in
between them so that I had no chance of closing them
again. He touched my pussy lips with both of his hands
and gently pulled them apart even wider than they
were. "Oh, sheesh, I can see right up inside your
pussy!" he said, almost squeaking. I wiggled my hips
back at him and he laughed. He ran his fingers over
the puffy ridges of my pussy lips from my pussy mound
down almost to my anus. I sighed.
"Does that feel good?" he asked then started massaging
my whole pussy with the palm of his hand.
He could have kept that up all day as far as I was
concerned--except I heard the clock on the mantle
chime 4 o'clock.
I struggled to get up. "Gotta stop. Dad's coming home
soon!"
Matt gave me a sad, dejected looked and one more full
hand rub of my pussy. "I really don't want to stop,"
he said.
"I don't want you to either, but we gotta."
We dressed and Matt was out of the house probably ten
minutes before Dad came home with Sherri. But as Matt
left, I caught a strange smell on his hand. I didn't
say anything but I suddenly became embarrassed as I
realized it was *ME* that I smelled on his hands. I
hoped that he would wash his hands before he
interacted with his family. I also hoped that he
wasn't disgusted by my smell. I had placed my hands
over my mouth as I realized all that--kind of in a
silent gasp of shock. But at that moment I smelled a
different smell. It wasn't me. It had to be Matt and
my touching his penis and his splurting on me. I was
suddenly immersed in *Matt*! His smell brought him
right back to me and I relived my touching of him and
his touching of me. I suddenly didn't want to wash my
hands ever again!
But I took the garbage out and cleaned the kitchen and
the den so that there would be no more funky smell
around. I hoped that I didn't overdo it. Dinner was
started and Sherri came bounding in through the door
ahead of Dad. Dad gave me a quick kiss on the cheek
and dropped his stuff off in the den. That night I was
extra quiet and extra helpful. I made sure to clean up
and spent extra time scrubbing dishes and the sink.
Later that evening Dad put Sherri down and came up
behind me. "Jo, you've done a wonderful job of
cleaning up tonight! Dinner was very good too!"
I turned around. "Of course it was. It was hamburgers
and rice."
He kissed me on the forehead. "But you've been quieter
than normal tonight. Something up?"
I nodded.
"Want to talk?"
I nodded again.
He led me into the den and I felt awkward realizing
that it was right there by that couch that Matt's
sperm had sprayed all over my hand and right there on
that couch, Matt had fingered my pussy and left me
feeling in need of more of his touch.
"What's up?"
"I really love Matt," I said at length.
"Why so?"
"He's a good listener. He's stuck up for me a couple
of times too."
"How has he stuck up for you," Daddy asked. "I'd like
to know how Prince Charming has defended my daughter!"
So I told him about playing shirts and skins and how
Robert was put off by me being shirtless and Matt
said, just cool it; it's okay. I also told how Matt
really wanted me to not ever play skins again.
"Did he say why?"
I nodded. "Because he noticed that my tits were
different and he knew that if other boys started
talking about my tits, he would have to beat them up
and he knew that he would be spending more time
fighting than not if I kept going shirtless."
Daddy was quiet and thoughtful for several minutes.
"You have a wonderfully considerate young man there,
Jo. Not many boys would ever think that carefully to
defend your honor and protect you from rogues like
that. Shoot, the only thing I'm a little miffed at is
that I didn't realize that you were still doing that
skins thing when you played."
"Sorry, Daddy. It never bothered anyone and I never
looked any different. In fact there was some guy a
couple weeks before who saw me throw a long pass and
thought I was a boy. He even commented 'Great job,
son!' Just like that!"
"Well, probably no harm done." He pulled me closer to
him and gave me a bear hug. I loved being enveloped in
his brawny arms. But this time, I was suddenly aware
that he smelled--not bad, just that he had a distinct
odor of "Daddy-ness" and I realized that I really
liked it.
"Daddy, you always make me feel better!" I snuggled
into his embrace.
"That's what daddies are supposed to do." He kissed my
forehead then asked, "So does this Matt like you too?"
"Oh yes!" I suppose that was a rather excited reply.
"So how do you know?" Daddy laughed.
"He's kissed me and he's told me that I'm pretty and
that he really likes hanging around me."
"Gracious! And just a month ago you wanted short hair
and boy clothes? And now you're boy crazy?"
"Not boy crazy, Daddy!" I protested. "I just like
Matt. Most other boys are just boys."
"Hey, don't be upset, Jo. It's just a sudden change.
Not bad--just different."
"Is it okay?"
"Maybe." He made a serious face. "Perhaps." He
scratched his chin as if he were thinking. "If all you
do is kiss, and if he continues to be a real gentleman
looking out for your good, then I'm okay with it. Just
keep me updated. Let me know what's going on. Okay?"
"I love you, Daddy!"
"I love you too, Jo."
It was several weeks later, right after Christmas, I
was taken a bath. It was a steamy hot bath and I was
remembering how Matt had touched me. My hands were
exploring my tits and my pussy. The stimulation of my
pussy was incredible. I kept touching and kept
remembering his touch and I kept wanting more and
more. Ours was an old fashion tub with the faucet
sticking up above the rim. The tub itself was bounded
only on two sides by walls and the narrow side with
the faucet was right next to the door--in fact the
door would form a third wall enclosing the tub if the
door were open. But it was closed and I suddenly got
the idea that I could hang my legs over the side of
the tub and have the faucet run warm water directly on
my pussy. Oh my goodness! I almost lost consciousness!
I had to cover my pussy with my hands and slowly let
the water play over my sensitive slit. Slowly I worked
up to having the water drum directly on my wide open
gash.
And that's when Sherri walked into the bathroom and
stared at me. I must admit that it must have been
quite a sight. My head was barely above the water
line, my eyes half closed, my legs spread out on
either side of the spigot and water gurgling over my
wide open pussy with my fingers lightly playing in and
out of that steamy gash.
"Oh my GOSH!" Sherri's voice brought me back to
reality.
I struggled to sit up and get my legs back into the
tub, "What are you doing, Jo?" she asked in a way too
big of voice.
"Quiet," I tried to hush her.
"Uh-uh!" she said and ran down the hall. "Daddy! Jo's
diddling in her pee-pee!"
Boy was I embarrassed. And worried. Now what?!
Not even a half minute later I heard Dad coming up the
stairs and rushing down the hallway. "What's wrong?"
He burst into the bathroom and looked around. I sat
there demurely in the tub as ladylike as I could. "Are
you okay, Jo?"
I nodded and before I could speak, my little sister
announced her great find again. "She was diddling her
pee-pee in the tub."
"Let Jo speak for herself, Sherri," Dad said sternly.
"I was just letting the water wash out my pussy," I
explained.
Sherri giggled and hid her laugh behind her hands.
"Pussy!" she repeated.
"And that's all?" Dad asked.
"Pretty much. Sherri came in and saw me with my legs
hanging over the edge of the tub."
"Nah-uh! Show him!" Sherri suddenly said.
I shot her a glance then thought, "Well, why not!" I
slid down and hooked my legs over the edge and had my
pussy right under the spout.
"Oh, I see what you mean." Daddy said, then turned to
Sherri. "Is there something wrong with that?"
Sherri was taken aback. "But she was diddling her pee-
pee, err, her pussy!"
"So?" Daddy said. He picked Sherri up and sat down on
the toilet with the lid down, placing Sherri on his
lap facing him. "Look. Was Jo doing anything that was
hurting you?"
Sherri shook her head no.
"Was she damaging something?"
Again a head shake.
"Or harming herself?"
Sherri shrugged her shoulders.
"No she wasn't. You came in on a private moment and
you had the opportunity to be sweet about it but you
chose to blab it as if she would get in trouble."
Sherri's face was close to tears now. The turn of the
tables really surprised her. It surprised me too. "I'm
sorry," she whispered.
Daddy kissed her cheek then softly said, "And what
about Jo?"
"I'm sorry, Jo."
I had scooted back to sit up straight by that time. I
reached over and patted her leg. She giggled at the
wet hand print left on her pants.
"So diddling's okay?" I asked.
Daddy nodded his head. "Sure. Most folks do it at some
point."
"You too?" Sherri asked.
"Most folks do it, but it's a private thing. You don't
go asking about it and you don't go blabbing it around
if you happen to find out."
Sherri looked back and forth between me and Dad. "Why
do people diddle in their privates?"
"Cause it feels good," Daddy laughed. "You're
certainly full of questions tonight, aren't you?" He
tickled her ribs and she giggled and curled up in a
ball with her legs kicking. "Any other questions that
I can answer, Miss Tickle-me-Sherri?"
"I'm not Tickle-me-Sherri!" she protested with loud
giggles.
"Oh, then who are you?"
"I'm Diddle-me-Sherri!"
Dad's face froze. I was caught between laughing and
wondering what Dad was going to do. Sherri saw the
change of expressions and knew she crossed a line.
"That's not good, Sherri," Daddy finally said.
"Remember what I said about it being private? You
don't go talking about it to other people. Perhaps you
can talk with your sister if you both wanted to. Or
you could talk to me if you had questions, but don't
go around using those words and saying things like
that. Okay?"
Sherri nodded.
"Why does it have to be private?" she asked.
"Cause that's what people expect. And since it's so
closely related with sex, it has a lot of taboos built
into it."
"What's a taboo?" I asked.
"Things that society holds as bad to do or say.
Talking about sex is one; so also is little kids
talking about sex or doing anything that is related to
sex."
"What's sex?" Sherri asked.
"More questions?" Daddy asked. "Can I answer this with
a tickle?"
"No!" she squealed.
"Okay, then I won't. Well, sex is a word that means a
lot of different things. It refers to whether you're a
boy or a girl, man or woman. It also means how babies
are made."
"I know that," Sherri said proudly. "Babies come out
of a girl's pee-pee, err, I mean, pussy."
I smiled.
"That's part of it. It takes a woman; but it also take
a man. A man has a penis and a woman has a..."
"Pussy," Sherri excitedly filled in.
"Yes. And those parts of their bodies are can the sex
organs because that's what makes them different sexes-
-you know, a man or a woman. And those are the parts
of the body that are used to have sex and make a
baby."
"So a woman just goes to pee and suddenly a baby comes
out?"
I laughed. Couldn't help myself. That was funny!
Sherri shot me a withering glance.
"No, not quite, hon," Daddy patiently explained.
There's a lot more involved. In fact it takes nine
months for the baby to grow and develop before it's
ready to come out. By that time the mommy's tummy is
pretty big."
"The baby grows in her tummy?"
"No, not her stomach, but in a special organ called a
womb. It's right next to the tummy so when it grows
big with the baby, the mommy's tummy looks to be big
too." Daddy playfully tickled her again. She squealed.
He then added, "I think it's time for you to get ready
for your bath now, Miss Tickle-me-Sherri. Your
sister's almost done. Right, Jo?"
"Yeah, I suppose so."
Sherri ran off to her room and Daddy handed me a towel
as I stood up.
"You're not mad at me?" I asked.
"No. Should I be?"
I thought about it for a few moments then shook my
head. I started drying my back and arms then caught
sight of Daddy's pants. There was a definite bulge in
his crotch. I didn't see it earlier cause Sherri was
sitting right on it. But there it was. The thought hit
me like a boulder! Daddy was getting a rigid penis by
looking at *me*!
I kept drying myself suddenly wanting to show myself
off to Daddy. "Thank you for helping talk to Sherri."
He nodded. I felt his eyes on me. "She's young and
doesn't know a lot, Jo. But she does look up to you. I
appreciate that you did a good job of not laughing at
her too much tonight."
I looked right at him and laughed again. "But peeing
out a baby?"
"Yes," Daddy laughed, "that was a bit of a surprise,
wasn't it."
He turned to leave. I called out and asked, "Can we
watch TV tonight?"
He looked back and smiled. "Yes, my dear."
I loved it when he called me that! "And maybe have
some popcorn?"
"Yes!"
I don't remember what we watched. I just remember
sitting next to Daddy, eating popcorn and being
disappointed that the bulge in his pants had gone
down. Sherri was asleep before the hour was up. Daddy
carried off to her room. While he was out I went to
pee then decided to leave my underwear off entirely--I
left it in the laundry basket in the laundry room. Now
that meant I wore a long tee shirt which covered my
butt and my fuzzy robe and my slippers. Looking back,
I would guess that I was feeling rather randy, but at
the time I just had a hankering to experiment with
things. Sex, I believe is what Daddy called that
stuff.
Daddy returned and winked at me. "Don't you have to be
getting to bed?"
He sat down next to me on the couch. I curled up
against his arm and said, "No. Not yet, Daddy!"
He chuckled and kissed my head. We watched a little
more TV then Daddy asked me, "So what was your
favorite Christmas gift?"
"The baseball mitt!"
"Doesn't surprise me."
"And the pack of note paper from Grandma," I added.
"Really?"
I nodded. I had to admit it was a little different for
me, but somehow the flowery purple print on the stack
of note paper looked nice. Perhaps grownup. Yes,
perhaps a bit "girlie" but it was "girlie" on *MY*
terms. "Yeah, I think it's nice. I like the purple
flowers."
Daddy gave me a hug then said, "Well I guess you're
doing a lot of changing, Jo. I wouldn't have guessed
that."
"Maybe I'm just getting older or something," I
reasoned.
"Maybe so, but not too old to give your dad a hug?"
"And a kiss!" And in a flash I was in his lap, my robe
flopping open. I had straddled his legs with my knees
on either side of his hips which meant that my tee
shirt was riding up on my hips. And a big hug and kiss
he got! I planted a big kiss on his cheek then buried
my face in the nape of his neck. Again I smelled his
"daddy-ness" and basked in the pleasant secureness it
evoked. His jeans were stiff underneath me and chaffed
against my pussy lips. I suppose that is another
advantage to wearing underwear. I wiggled a little and
realized that I didn't like how pokey his pants were,
so I shifted. That's when I noticed something wiggling
back at me. Oh! Daddy's penis was twitching underneath
me! And it felt quite large!
I rubbed my crotch around on his again and Daddy
grunted. "Excuse me, Jo, my pants are all bunched up
and pinching me." Then he lifted me up a little with
one hand and then he reached down into his pants with
his other hand--I felt it down there!-- and suddenly
things were different! When he pulled his hand out and
let me sit back down, I felt a log under my pussy.
Before there was a twitching something, now there was
a thick log. It felt warm--very warm and it jumped and
twitched under my gyrations. I settled back down and
rested my head on his shoulder and just enjoyed the
feel of his pulsating penis underneath me.
I was there perhaps a good five minutes, not moving
much, but feeling a lot of pressure on my pussy from
the log in Daddy's pants. Every once in a while I felt
Daddy's penis jump or twitch. I tried not to move in
response so that he wouldn't suspect that I felt it.
But that was so hard! I really wanted to grind my hips
down onto him--it was almost a primal instinct.
Suddenly Daddy picked me off his lap and said, "I
gotta go pee."
He unceremoniously plopped me on the couch next to him
and he was up and gone. I did see a huge bulge in his
pants as well as a dark spot like he was starting to
pee. (It never occurred to me till much later that the
dark spot could have been his pre-cum or my pussy
juices. No way to know now!)
A few minutes later he came back and clicked the TV
off. "Bed time for reals, Jo."
"Carry me?"
He looked at me surprised then picked me up and
carried me up to my bed. I held my arms around his
neck. If I remember correctly, one hand was under my
robe so he was holding me and my butt cheeks were
practically on his forearm, my pussy not even an inch
away. I was very aware of my pussy--all that
stimulation made it feel puffy and sensitive.
Daddy dropped me on my bed and said in a pretend gruff
voice, "There's your bed!"
I giggled and looked up at him. His face was frozen in
a bit of shock as he looked down at me. When I hit the
bed, I bounced and my legs went akimbo. He was staring
right at my uncovered pussy. And what MUST have been
going through his mind was how it was my naked pussy
that was grinding down on his turgid penis just a few
minutes before.
He suddenly snapped out of that trance and pulled my
tee shirt down. He gave me a kiss on the forehead and
whispered, "There's a chance of snow tonight and
tomorrow!"
That took my mind off of my slit. I took my robe off
and snuggled under my covers. "Good night, Daddy! I
love you!"
He turned back around and said softly, "I know, Jo,
and I love you very much too!"
-= Chapter 2 =-
Looking back on it, I think that Daddy was embarrassed
by what happened that night. It was a long while
before he invited me to sit on his lap again and he
was more cautious about knocking before entering my
room or into the bathroom either. That's the thing
about our old house. It had one full bathroom upstairs
and a toilet and shower off of the laundry room in the
down stairs. That meant that Daddy had to share with
us girls. And I don't think that it ever crossed his
mind that it was a problem until that night. I can
only assume that when he "went to pee" he actually had
to relieve another load.
Matt and I didn't have as many opportunities to be
alone either. I think that Daddy started watching out
and was exerting his daddy-protection--which I guess
is a good thing, though at the time, it was
frustrating!
I was not until late April that we had a chance to be
alone for a bit of time. It was a warm afternoon, the
trees were in full leaf and many flowers were
blooming. Matt led me into the woods and down to a
section of the creek where I had hardly ever gone
before. There was a little cliff and a small rivulet
fell off a boulder maybe twelve feet high. Behind the
miniature waterfall was a small cave. Matt motioned to
me and we stepped in. Inside was darker and the noise
from the splatting water echoed all around us.
"I have been thinking of you since Christmas," he
began. "And I've been going crazy since we haven't had
any time alone since then."
I laughed. "Did you miss these?" I asked as I pulled
my shirt up.
"Oh, Jo, they're bigger," he said, "and prettier!"
I blushed then pulled my shirt the rest of the way
off. My tits *had* grown. Still not much--and still
didn't need a bra or anything. The nipples and areola
were more puffed up than before, and now there was a
small rise of flesh underneath it. Yes there was an
actual start to a boob there!
"Show me the rest."
"It's about the same as before."
"But I haven't seen it in so long!"
I unbuckled my pants and slowly slid them down,
hooking my underwear with my thumbs at the same time.
"Oh, Jo. It's prettier than I remembered!"
"You're just saying that," I said then kissed his
cheek.
"Not just saying it, I'm knowing it!" And then Matt
touched my pussy and I almost melted. My pants and
underwear were at my ankles and his hand was all over
my pussy. My knees almost buckled. I glanced down and
saw his hand engulfing my still bare pussy lips. The
sensation was overwhelming. I stepped back and leaned
back against the rock wall. On one hand I didn't want
it to stop, but I also knew we had very limited time
and I wanted to see him naked too.
"Show me yours, Matt."
He smiled awkwardly then shucked his shirt and
unbuckled his pants. "I missed you and so did this
guy!"
His penis sprang out at attention--it was longer than
what I had remembered. I had to touch it. He grunted
as I grabbed it--it was so hot to the touch and it
flinched as I wrapped my fingers around it. The tip of
his penis was red and engorged. A drop of clear
moisture formed at the opening. His balls were drawn
up tight against his body making his sack really
wrinkly. He had a little patch of dark fuzz growing
above his dick.
"Pump it up and down, Jo!" he whispered, his voice
charged with passion.
Awkwardly I stroked it up and down, back and forth.
His hips tightened and he started grunting.
"Jo, Jo, Jo, Oh!" he almost screamed. Then his penis
spasmed and spurted gobs of milky white stuff. Some
landed on my hand, some landed on the ground in front
of us. Matt reached one hand out to steady himself on
the nearby rock. He placed his other hand on my head.
"Oh, that was incredible, Jo! Incredible!"
"We've gotta find some more time like this," I said,
reaching to pulling my pants back up. "Hopefully
sooner than later!"
He nodded and started pulling his pants back on too.
"I love being around you, Jo."
I picked my shirt up then kissed him on his lips. It
was a bit awkward, but I felt tingling like
electricity stirring through me. "I love being around
you too, Matt."
Before I pulled my shirt on, I remembered his spunk on
my hand. I sniffed it and closed my eyes. It was a
deeper, fuller smell than I had remembered from the
first time that I had touched him and smelled the
fragrance of his nether region on my hands. Looking
back, I guess that makes perfect sense since he had
matured some and actually had a full-blown manly
orgasm then.
I opened my eyes and saw him still looking at me
intently. I smiled and said, "I like how you smell.
I'm going to try to remember it tonight while I'm
going to sleep."
He sniffed his fingers and smiled. "I hadn't noticed
that before. So that's *you* that I'm smelling."
"That's me and my happy pussy. You made it happy."
"And you made my pecker pretty happy too." He embraced
me and gave me a long, passionate kiss on my lips. My
chest smashed tightly up against his. I felt his still
rigid rod in his pants straining to get out and join
the party again.
"We gotta go," I said, reluctantly pulling away. I
washed my hand off in the little waterfall then
slipped my shirt back on. Matt put his shirt back on
too and we continued our walk through the woods.
But we didn't get much opportunity after that. It was
almost like his folks and my dad *knew* that we were
really itching to explore each other's bodies so they
did everything they could to keep us from having alone
time. Oh, we had lots of time together: playing
sports, swimming in the summer, hanging out together
with family or friends. Sherri had finished third
grade so Daddy thought that both of us were old enough
to spend time together without baby sitters or daycare
during the summer. It also meant that I was *NEVER*
alone--she had to tag along with me everywhere that I
went.
But Daddy did arrange for some good things for his
daughters too. We had a couple of day camps that were
sports related--lots of swimming and playing baseball
and the like. Sherri actually was becoming a good
player too and she took to water like she was a fish.
But the best things were when Daddy took us camping. A
couple of times we just went to a local historical
site like Valley Forge or Gettysburg and then spent
the night in a tent at a nearby camp ground. Once he
took us on three day camping trip to Ricketts Glen
State Park where we hiked and swam and camped in a
tent!
The waterfalls were incredibly beautiful! During the
time that we were there, we got to climb up the Grand
View fire tower as well as swim in Lake Jean. I wore
my simple one piece suit. Sherri had a two piece suit.
I noticed that she had grown since the previous year
so the suit fit her more snugly than before. Her
little pussy lips were outlined very well. I saw
Daddy's eyes stare right at Sherri's crotch. I turned
and looked down at mine and realized that I was
filling out the fabric more than before too. My tits
were still not tits, but the nipples were poking right
out. My pussy was also very pronounced.
I suddenly had a really randy idea. I swam a little
ways away so I was out in deeper water. While I was
standing there, I slipped one hand into the leg of my
suit and parted my pussy lips. Then while they were
still wide open, I pressed down on the front of the
suit to press the fabric into the cleft. Then I took
my hand out of my suit and felt along the front. There
was a definite furrow there. I moved the elastic band
of each leg opening so that it was closer in to my
pussy thus showing more flesh. The cloth in my slit
felt weird, but kind of exciting too.
A little later Daddy called us out to eat some food.
Sandwiches and potato chips with soda pop really
tasted good! After lunch Daddy said we should reapply
the sunscreen. As I rubbed the lotion on, that's when
Daddy caught sight of my pussy area. Out of the corner
of my eye I saw his face freeze then he turned away.
But only for a moment. He moved so that it might look
more natural for him to stare into my crotch. I felt a
little uninhibited for some reason and played it up
for Daddy. Not that I went over the top or anything,
just made sure that my legs stayed wide open and that
the fabric of the suit stayed deep inside my slit. I
even rubbed some of the lotion along the margin of the
leg holes and pulled it to one side so that the edge
of my pussy lip was just visible. Rubbed it in there,
then repeated on the other side.
"Daddy, can you put it on my back, please?" I asked.
That broke his trance and he said, "Sure," and began
rubbing it into my shoulders and back. He made sure to
rub underneath my straps and then the backs of my
legs, right up to my butt. In fact his fingers *DID*
slide under my suit. I felt them on my ass cheek and
just briefly touching the edge of my butt crack. I was
practically tingling by the time he finished and I was
back in the water. I also noticed that his swim trunks
were tented out considerably.
We swam around for a bit longer then Sherri asked
Daddy to toss her. So Daddy swam with her out a little
deeper, picking her up and launched her a good ten
feet into the lake. She came up laughing and
sputtering and immediately wanted to do it again. It
did look like fun. So I swam over to them and asked
for my turn.
"I don't know, Jo. Might not be able to launch you as
far," Daddy said. "You are a bit taller."
Daddy was always careful to never say anything
disparaging about our weight or looks or height. I was
a little under average height for an 11 year old girl.
Still very thin with next to no feminine development
other than little nubs on my chest.
I grabbed his hands and jumped up and down in the
water saying, "Please!" maybe a hundred times.
He laughed and said, "Let's try it."
I jumped at him and wrapped my arms around his neck
and my legs around his waist. I felt his swim trunk
between my thighs. He put his hands under my armpits
and picked me up. His palms were right next to my
nipples although I doubted he could feel them. He got
me turned around so that one hand was under my butt,
one hand was holding my shoulder and my feet were
pressing against his ribs.
"Three, two, one!" And I was launched and landed in an
ungangly splat.
That was fun, even if I didn't travel as far as Sheri
did. Dad tossed Sherri than I climbed on to him once
again. This time I felt his penis pressing back
against my crotch as I climbed up. I felt his hand
cradling my butt--the heal of his palm was pressing
against my pussy and one of his fingers pressed into
my butt crack. Thinking back, it was no wonder why his
dick was a little excited.
Again another splash landing and again I waited for
Sherri to be launched. I quickly jumped onto Daddy and
wrapped my legs around him and was rewarded with a
very large bulge pushing back at me. As I shinnied up,
I wiggled my pussy against his turgid member. I
distinctly remember feeling it twitch back at me.
As he held me just before launching me, Daddy said,
"This will be the last time. My arms are getting
tired."
I leaned forward and felt more pressure from his palm
against my pussy. He shifted and I felt his finger
press further into my butt crack. Hopefully there
would be no skid marks there! But I definitely felt
pressure right up against my anus itself.
As I landed I twisted sideways and I felt the water
pull against my suit. I stood up and gave my suit a
little twist back then decided to swim out to the buoy
before heading in. But something felt odd. I stopped
and felt my suit around the leg opening. One side was
loose and floppy. I guess that the elastic had totally
worn out. I also felt that the other side had bunched
up and was almost *IN* my pussy slit.
I suddenly helped it and slid the elastic of that leg
opening into my slit. Oooh, that felt weird! As I
walked up the shore I didn't see anyone looking at me
and staring at my half exposed pussy. I guess that
most folks didn't really care about a skinny, bean-
pole 11 year old girl. Or maybe it really wasn't that
obvious. I grabbed my towel and started drying my hair
and my face. My hair had actually started becoming
long. It was down to my shoulders--probably the first
time since my mother left us. Matt said that he liked
the longer hair. Daddy too commented on it a couple of
time.
A few minutes later Sherri came running up and Daddy
was right behind her. He sat down on the bench and
grabbed another soda, cracked it open and took a big
swallow. "Anyone want something to drink?" he asked.
"Yes!" both Sherri and I said together.
Daddy laughed and got two more sodas out. One to
Sherri then one to me and then he stopped and stared.
I took the can from his hand then followed his gaze.
Right straight down to my crotch. Barely two or three
feet away from his face.
"Um, Jo, I think you have a problem," he finally said.
Self-consciously I ran a finger under the elastic to
pull it out of my pussy. I stretched it back over my
groin the way it was supposed to be. "I think the
elastic broke, Daddy," I finally said.
He reached out and ran his fingers along the flaccid
band of my leg opening. I felt his fingers brush up
against my pussy lip. (Dang! Why was there so much
electricity flowing everywhere right then?!)
"Well, it looks like you both need new suits," he said
after a few moments. "Probably should have thought of
that before the summer started, huh?" He looked up
into my face and smiled. I loved seeing his big smile-
-a smiled that seemed to make all problems melt away.
"And it's a good thing we're through swimming today
too. This suit rather leaves nothing to the
imagination. Almost like skinny dipping."
"Did you ever skinny dip?" Sherri asked.
"Could we?" I asked
"A long time ago I did," he answered. "Back when I was
growing up and there were very few other people
around. So the answer is, no we can't here. But, Jo,
why don't you either tie that towel around your waist
or put your shorts on over your suit.
I used the towel.
When we got back to our camp site, Sherri and I
changed while Daddy made sure that there was enough
wood for a camp fire later. I was a little
disappointed that he didn't want to change with us,
but I suppose that's the best way.
We played a game of cards before it was time for
making supper. Daddy actually brought a steak and we
were cooking it over the fire "just like cave men did
thousands of years ago!" he said to shrieks of
laughter. After dinner we cleaned up then made sure
the tent was ready for our use. Sherri and I planned
on staying up all night--at least a good portion of
it. Daddy merely said, "We'll see."
Along about 9:30 or 10 o'clock, it was still warm and
humid but sleep was starting to take over in spite of
our best intentions. Daddy made sure the fire was safe
and put all our food away while Sherri and I got ready
for sleep. All that meant was strip off all my clothes
including my underwear--still didn't need a bra or
even wear one yet, then put on an oversized night
shirt which was one of Daddy's old tee shirts. Sherri
did something similar but left her "panties" on. Yes,
she always called them that. We had individual
sleeping bags on top of air mattresses but it was too
warm to be underneath yet. Shoot, the thought crossed
my mind about sleeping in the buff on top of my
sleeping bag, but I decided against it. Maybe
"chickened out" is a better description.
Daddy came in with his flashlight and we were just
lying on top of our bags. "There's a hint of a cool
breeze out there. It'll cool off eventually."
He slipped his shirt off. I just watched. I loved
looking at his muscular features--a bit of hair on his
sculptured chest. I also noticed his nipples and
thought that mine were not that much bigger, although
mine had more of a bump behind them. He was only 21
when I was born which put him at the still young age
of 33 at that point.
"Whachya lookin at, Squirt?" he asked and threw his
shirt at my face.
"You!" I laughed, throwing his shirt right back.
He clicked the light off. "Now you can't."
Sherri and I laughed. I heard a rustling and a half
minute later Sherri had found her flashlight and
clicked it on. Daddy stood there in the middle of the
tent completely nude. I saw his penis, flaccid and
curved, hanging down over his large ball sack. He had
a lot of hair down there; but he turned away from us
and said curtly, "Sherri, please turn that off now."
"Sorry, Daddy."
The light went off quickly and Daddy finished getting
ready in the dark, He lay down beside us, Sherri on
his left side and me on his right. "Sherri?" he asked.
"Umm?" Her voice said that she was scared that she had
done something wrong.
"You know why I turned the flashlight off now, don't
you?"
"Uh-huh."
"But you didn't know that earlier, did you?"
"Nuh-uh."
"It was my mistake for not telling you. You didn't do
anything wrong. Okay?"
"Okay?" Her voice sounded relieved. He gave her a big
hug and pulled her over on top of him. I leaned
against him and immediately noticed he wore no shirt.
It was warm, but I thrilled at the opportunity to
touch my nearly naked Daddy.
"And lookee here," he said, putting his arm around me.
"Here is your big sister." He kissed me on my
forehead. I threw my leg over his and discovered that
he was only wearing his underwear. My leg pressed up
against Sherri's legs and his groin. "Hey, it's
getting rather hot in here, okay?" He pushed Sherri
back on her side and rolled over slipping my leg off
of his. "Good night, girls."
"Night, Daddy!"
I did go to sleep relatively quickly. I suppose the
day's activities helped. I woke up once in the dark of
the night and realized that I had snuggled into Daddy.
It had cooled off and I was getting cold. Daddy felt
so warm. I found my sleeping bag and pulled it up over
me. I was quickly back to sleep.
Early in the morning while it was still vaguely gray
but with just a hint of light, I awoke and found that
I had rolled over but Daddy had rolled into me and we
were nestled together like two spoons in a drawer. I
then noticed with a start that his penis also nestled
in against me and it was very large and hard. I lay
very still and concentrated on feeling his penis. It
was wedged up hard against my butt. I was conscious of
my anus being stimulated by something pressing against
it. I suddenly remembered that I had no underwear on.
And the *something* that was touching my anus was
warm, fleshy and very firm. Daddy's arm was around me,
over my shoulder. I heard his breathing soft and
shallow.
I felt his breath lightly on the back of my neck. I
was so aware of *DADDY*! He was touching me in the
most intimate of ways and I was overjoyed even if he
was asleep and not conscious of doing it. I would lay
there still absorbing his love, doing nothing to
disturb him. If he wanted to place his penis against
my ass, so be it! I remember feeling "gooshy" feelings
in the depths of my stomach down to my pussy. I had no
idea what all it meant, except I was thrilled that
Daddy was touching me.
That probably lasted ten or fifteen minutes--maybe a
bit longer. I did drift off to sleep then as I was
enjoying how delicious the sensation of my butt being
touched was, Daddy roused himself and grunted. He was
still rock hard, pressed up against my anal rose bud.
I remember his sudden realization of where he was. He
stiffened then rolled away from me. I felt a void and
great hollowness. Less than a minute later he sat up
and reached for his tee shirt. As he slipped the shirt
on, I rolled over, pretending that I was still asleep.
I watched him from under mostly closed eyes. And saw
that his penis was very rigid and sticking up out of
his underwear. The head was red and swollen. A gooshy
feeling swept over me centering in my belly and pussy.
He tugged his underwear up and then pulled his shorts
on before he zipped the tent open and departed. I
remember feeling so very disappointed as he left. I
wanted him. I wanted to touch him. I wanted him to
touch me.
He dressed quickly and left the tent. He didn't come
back in till after both me and Sherri were up, dressed
and out helping with breakfast.
-= Chapter 3 =-
All through sixth grade I caught little glimpses of
Daddy's manhood bulging up in his pants. Matt and I
were able to spend occasional moments together where
we could touch each other's intimate parts. But that's
it. Rather boring, you might say--especially after
such a good start. Well for me, living through it, it
was frustrating to say the least.
It wasn't until the next May after we both were 12
that we had a genuinely delicious time of aloneness.
His parents were gone all day--although I didn't know
that quite yet--and Daddy had to take Sherri to her
dentist appointment. (Normally I would have gone too,
but the dentist called and had an emergency so he
didn't have time for both of us.) Oh well. I told
Daddy that I would stay at home and make sure that
dinner was started if they weren't home by then.
I decided that I would try the life of a nudist. Well,
why not? I was home alone and no one would interrupt
me.
Except the doorbell rang.
That really startled me. I ran to the front door and
peered out. It was Matt! I rushed to the closet a put
a coat on. I opened the door a little and stood back
in the shadows.
"Hi, Matt."
"Hey, Jo. Just wondering whatchya doing. My folks are
gone all day and," he stopped and looked closer at me.
"What's with the coat?"
I blushed then motioned him inside. I practically
pulled him in and closed the door. As I leaned against
the door I giggled. "The coat, my dear Matt, is
because *you* rang the doorbell. I was pretending to
be a nudist and suddenly I had to interact with the
real world again."
"A nudist?" He laughed. "And that means...?"
I nodded. "Want to join me?"
"Yes!" And he was suddenly dropping pieces of clothes
and shoes all over the floor. He was taller and his
muscles more pronounced than before. His dick was a
handsome rod strutting straight out at me. His pubic
hair was thicker, darker and curlier. He had hair on
his balls too. Starting to be man-like, I thought to
myself. Nothing like Daddy, but getting closer.
I slipped my coat off and he whistled. "Jo, you're
more beautiful than ever!"
I grabbed him and pressed my naked body into his as I
kissed his face full and long. His dick was quivering,
smashed in between us. My little tits pressed into his
chest--I have no idea if he noticed, but I was VERY
aware of it.
"Matt, I want you to touch me--AND I want to touch
you." I laughed. "I guess I want it all and I want it
now!"
He pulled me to the couch and embraced me--strongly
embraced me. I loved his hands all over my back. I
loved feel his dick pressing into my belly. I kept
kissing his lips, sucking them one at a time up into
my mouth then running my tongue over his lips. His
tongue met mine and it felt like electricity! My hands
were all over his head and neck. He held me closer and
tighter. His hips were pulsing in and out, back and
forth. Suddenly he became rigid and he moaned. I felt
warm wet splattering all over my stomach and chest.
"Oh, my gosh! Matt! Did you just...?"
"I'm so sorry, Jo!"
I suddenly remember what Daddy had said about a guy's
sperm--he squirts it out and it goes into a girl and
that's what could make a baby!
"Oh, no, no, no!" I practically shrieked. "Get it off
of me! Get it off of me NOW!"
"What? I'm sorry!"
"I don't want to have a baby!" I was up and running
for the downstairs bathroom. I had gobs of white goo
running down my chest and abdomen onto my legs. I
grabbed a towel and started wiping. Then I used a wet
towel to wipe it all off again. Matt appeared and
stood in the doorway. His dick was limp and shrunken.
It still had white goo hanging off the end and there
was some of the stuff plastered on his stomach too.
"I'm sorry, Jo," he repeated.
"I know. I just don't want to get pregnant!"
I looked at me.
"Your sperm was all over me and running down my legs.
That's too close."
"What are we gonna do?"
"Clean up, do a load of wash and then I'll ask my
dad."
"You'll okay with asking him?" he repeated. "Are you
sure about that? What will he do to me?"
"It's better to man up and take responsibility than to
hide and be found out later!"
"If you're sure. Maybe I should move to Alaska."
I shook my head and smiled. "No. He'd find you there
anyway."
"Boy! That really makes me feel good," Matt said.
Dad came home with Sherri who proudly displayed her
perfect, pearly white teeth and the sticker that the
dentist had given her. Dad was impressed that I had
started a load of laundry as well as started dinner.
He was equally impressed that I offered to clean up
afterwards as well as finish the laundry and fold it
and put it away.
"Jo," he said, giving me a kiss on my head. "It always
amazes how you step up to help."
I smiled, though inside I was still scared spitless.
"But you're extra quiet again tonight. Got something
on your mind?"
Do you think? But how to start!? How do you let your
Daddy know that he might be a grandpa!?
"Yeah, I kinda do. Can we talk after Sherri's in bed?"
Daddy nodded and patted my shoulder.
It was after nine when Daddy reappeared downstairs and
sat down next to me in the den. "What's on your mind,
Jo?"
I took a deep breath and said, "I'm afraid that I'm
getting pregnant."
I was looking down as I said that, but I heard Daddy
exhale. Out of the corner of my eyes I saw his shocked
expression.
"What?" he finally asked.
"I think I'm gonna get pregnant."
"Why don't you explain what you mean?"
And then I told him how I had been naked part of the
afternoon and then Matt came over then we were naked
together and then he spurted his sperm all over my
belly, chest and legs.
Daddy sat there looking at me for what seemed like
hours. I couldn't read what was going on in his mind.
Internally I was dying. I was scared of being pregnant
and even more scared of what Daddy was thinking or
going to say.
Finally he shook his head and laughed. "Okay, Jo.
That's quite a shock on your Dad. But it's not as bad
as what you made it out to be."
"What do you mean?" I asked, still expecting the
worse. "He got his sperm all over my stomach and it
dribbled down my legs too!"
"But he didn't put his penis *IN* you did he?"
I stared at Daddy. For some reason I had never even
thought about a guy sticking his dick anywhere inside
a girl.
"He didn't stick his penis inside you, did he?" Daddy
repeated. "Not inside your pussy or anything?"
I shook my head. "No...."
"Then you're not going to get pregnant."
I'm sure that I gave a seriously puzzled expression.
Daddy laughed at my face then said, "No, I'm serious,
my dear Jo."
He called me "dear" so he wasn't mad--or at least not
super mad! "But, I don't get it. His sperm was
everywhere all over me and it COATED my stomach. It
was a puddle in my belly button."
"Jo, where do babies come out?"
I thought for a moment then said, "Down here." I
pointed between my legs.
"And that's where the sperm has to go in in order for
it to have a chance to make a baby."
"How?" I was dumb-founded. "There's no way that his
penis could go in there."
Daddy was quiet for a moment then said, "Looks like I
get to tell you more about the birds and the bees."
I merely looked at him.
"Well, Jo, your pussy is not just a spot where your
pee comes out," he began. "You have a lot of special
things down there. Your outer pussy lips will
eventually start growing hair and there will be hair
above your pussy. Inside your outer lips there are
thinner, more delicate lips. These are called the
inner labia. They can be completely hidden sometimes,
covered up by the outer lips--which are called the
outer labia."
"I'm lost."
"You know what you look like down there, right?"
"Not really. I've never looked inside. Can you show
me, Daddy?"
"Um, I suppose I could get a book from the library
sometime," he said slowly.
"Or you could just show me by pointing to my own
equipment."
The suggestion floored him. He was quiet for several
moments. "I'm your Dad," he finally said. "You need
your privacy. I don't want to take that away from
you."
"But, Daddy. Who could I trust more than you?" I said
rather strongly. I added in a softer voice, "It's not
like I have a mom or anyone else to go to for help."
Daddy pulled me to himself and hugged me tightly.
"Yeah, I know, Jo. You got the short stick on that
deal, didn't you?"
He held me closely for several minutes. I enjoyed the
feel of his arms engulfing me and the scent of "Daddy-
ness" on his clothes.
"Are you sure you want me pointing at all your private
parts," he finally asked. "I could get a book or
something...."
"I'm sure, Daddy."
"Well, we should go up to my room to have a little
more sure privacy." He kissed me on my forehead then
looked at me with tender eyes. "You are such a
trooper, Jo. You shouldn't have to do this, but you
always make the best of whatever situation comes
along."
I stood up and waited for him.
"Perhaps you should change into your robe," he said.
"That way you'll feel a little more comfortable."
I ran off to my room, stripped then put my robe on,
then rushed to Daddy's room.
He closed and locked the door. "Boy, you are the eager
one, aren't you?" he chuckled. "I double checked: your
sister's still soundly asleep; but we should be quiet
nonetheless."
He pointed at his bed and said, "Go ahead and have a
seat." He handed me a relatively large hand mirror
then added, "Use this to see what I'm pointing at,
okay?"
I sat down and allowed my robe to open. Daddy glanced
at me then looked hard at my chest. "You really are
starting to develop, Jo. Very pretty." I sat on the
edge of the bed, spread my legs wide and rested my
heels on the edge of the mattress. My pussy was
prominently displayed for Daddy to see. I saw him
swallow hard as he stared at my crotch.
"Are you okay, Daddy?" I couldn't believe how pale and
tight his lips looked.
"Yeah, just a moment," he softly answered after
licking his dry lips. "It's just that I'm struck with
how pretty and nearly grown up my little girl is." He
looked me in the eyes and added, "Daddies never want
to believe that their little girls grow up. That's
all."
I smiled and giggled.
Daddy knelt in front of me and said, "Okay, use the
mirror. Can you see yourself now?"
I positioned the mirror so that I could see my pussy.
I had never looked at it this way before. It was
strange looking at the puffy lips on either side of
the long crack. The crack itself had little folds of
flesh sticking out. Down at the bottom was a mess of
white stuff that looked a lot like wax or albino
butter.
"What's that stuff?" I asked pointing at the white
mess.
"Your vagina is constantly secreting stuff to keep it
healthy."
"China?"
"No, vagina. It's one part of your pussy. Your pussy
really is complex. Lots of parts and there's lots of
things oozing or secreting all the time to keep it
healthy."
"So it's okay?"
"Yes. Quite okay. Normal, in fact!" He touched the
white stuff then rubbed it between his fingers. "Take
a feel of it--it's rather oily."
"Eeew!" I wrinkled my nose. Then after looking at
Daddy and seeing he was serious, I stuck my finger
tentatively in the white mess. It was thick and rather
the consistency of lard. "Now what?"
"Wipe it off," he said with a chuckle. "Now let's show
you what all is down here and why it's there. Here,
you hold your pussy lips apart."
I was still holding the mirror with one hand and then
I used my other hand to spread my slit wide. That I
was already sitting with my legs spread did help, but
I was able to spread the puffy outer lips a bit
further.
Daddy smiled. "Okay, now you can see some of what's
going on in here. See that?" he asked, pointing near
the top of my pussy. "That is the clitoris--or at
least that is the hood of the clitoris. The clit is
protected by all those layers folded around it."
"What's it do?"
"Just sits there." He looked up at me. "And when it is
touched just right it feels wonderful. Now I know that
you've already been touching yourself." (He paused and
I vividly recalled that day when Sherri ran out
telling Daddy that I was diddling myself.) "Your
clitoris has a pile of nerves that are wired to make
you feel good. Now this little hole is where your pee
comes out."
"I wanna watch that!"
"Not now on my bed, you don't!"
I laughed.
"You can watch it later if you want." He cleared his
throat. "See how there is an extra set of lips that
starts up by the clit and then goes down all along
nearly to your butt?" He touched the edge of my inner
lips and I felt electricity! It was more exciting than
when Matt first touched me! I felt something deep
inside me move as though there was a hole collapsing
somewhere in my lower abdomen.
"Now here is your vagina--or at least the opening to
your vagina," he said. I saw where he was pointing and
I felt his finger there, but I couldn't, for the life
of me, see much there at all--and I told him so.
"Hold the mirror a little lower, Jo."
That only helped a little bit. "Still can't see much,
Daddy."
"Here, I'll spread your lips, you hold the mirror and
then hunch forward and tip your hips up as much as
possible."
And then he grasped my pussy lips, both inner and
outer, with both of his hands and spread me wide
apart. Oh, now there was a sensation! Wow! I felt so
open, so exposed--and I was in full view of my Daddy!
That collapsing feeling happened in my gut again.
Then after repositioning the mirror and shifting
forward, I saw the hole that he was talking about. I
also saw up INTO the hole. And I saw something
blocking the hole.
"Is that better?" he asked.
"Um-huh!"
"Now this is the cannel that the baby comes out of."
"But it's so tiny!" I protested.
"It can stretch. And because it is the place where the
baby comes out, it's the cannel that the boy sticks
his penis in to deposit his sperm to make the girl
pregnant."
"I've seen a dick," I replied. "There's no way that it
could fit in there!"
"So Matt has a good size shaft?" Daddy laughed.
I nodded. I didn't tell him that I was not just
thinking about Matt's--although I seriously doubted
that his dick could have fit in me without tearing me
apart! No, I was also imagining Daddy's huge,
inflated, erect penis which I had already seen and
felt.
"You might be a bit young yet, Jo," Daddy said softly,
"but it's amazing what a girl's vagina can hold! It is
really able to stretch and accommodate a lot of
different things--including a full size baby!"
"It looks like something is blocking it," I said,
absolutely mesmerized by seeing parts of me that I
hadn't really looked at before.
"This?" he said, pointing into my vagina.
His finger actually touched that barrier. I jumped. It
didn't feel good.
"Sorry, Jo. I forgot just how sensitive that could
be." He pulled his finger back but I reach down with
my free hand and patted his. "Anyway, that's your
hymen," he went on. Some people call it your cherry.
It forms a barrier that protects the young girl's
vagina from dust and dirt and germs and the like. You
see, the vagina is open to the outside but inside it
opens up into the womb--or uterus--where the baby
grows. As your body grows it is constantly oozing
stuff down these walls on the inside to force dust and
germs out. This barrier is here so that less gets up
there in the first place."
"Then how does a guy's dick get in there."
"The first time you have actual sex, his dick will
have to break through this barrier. That's called
popping your cherry or losing your virginity."
"Doesn't it hurt?" I asked. I think my eyes were wide
open.
"Sometimes. But most women who really love the man
they're having sex with put up with it as a little
discomfort that quickly goes away."
I was quiet for a few moments. "So sex is something
that a woman wants too? It's not just a guy who wants
sex?"
"Oh, that's quite true. Sex is very pleasurable for
both people. Otherwise there'd be a whole lot less of
it--and maybe no children either!"
"Does popping a cherry hurt the guy too?"
"I don't think so."
"How 'bout you? Did it hurt you and, uh, um, mom the
first time?"
"Well, Jo, that's a little personal, but if you have
to know, neither of us came into the relationship as
first-timers."
"Well, how 'bout the first time you every had sex?"
Daddy looked at me with a silly grin like he was
remembering something embarrassing. "Oddly enough, my
first time was with a girl who had done it before."
"Really!?" I looked at Daddy and tried to imagine him
as a teenager. I'd seen a few pictures of him--longer
hair, no mustache, wire-rim glasses. But what was he
like UNDER all those old fashion clothes? "Did you
ever pop a girl's cherry?"
"No, no I didn't."
"Is that sad?"
"I don't think so," he said. "It just is the way it
is."
"Did you have many girls before you met mom?"
"Nah. Only five or so." He sat back and laughed at an
old memory. "One girl who really was a novice and
clueless about sex actually had no hymen at all. I
didn't ask her about it, but I think it was because of
all the horseback riding and motorbike riding that she
did."
"What does that do?"
"All that bouncing and jostling and pulling on your
pussy region stretches and pulls things so it could
actually tear the hymen without anything penetrating
into you." As he was saying that he took his hands and
pulled and pushed and twisted my pussy lips back and
forth.
I lunged forward, dropped the mirror and grabbed onto
Daddy's head. "Oh, my gosh!" I hugged him so tightly
that he stopped massaging my pussy, but his face was
plastered into my belly. I felt my tiny tits pressing
into his forehead.
Suddenly he was pushing me back. "I'm sorry, Jo, I
shouldn't have done that."
I leaned back, almost overwhelmed with the feeling
radiating from my pussy. "It's okay, Daddy. It just
surprised me."
"Yeah, well, there's that, isn't there?" He stood up.
"I hope that helped explain a few things to you."
"It did." I looked at him and noticed the huge bulge
in his pants. I glanced down at my pussy and noticed a
sheen of moisture on the inner lips. "But why does my
pussy have something wet all over it?"
He looked closely at my slit. I noticed the bulge in
his pants twitched. "That's lubrication." He was
quiet.
"Lubrication?" I repeated after a few moments. I had
an idea of what he meant, but it still was a bizarrely
weird and foreign thought to my mind.
"Yeah, um, when a woman has sex and the guy is
slipping his dick into her, it really helps if it is
slippery. That's what the woman's vagina does when it
is excited. It makes the slippery stuff so that sex is
even more enjoyable."
"Oh, my gosh, you mean my vagina is getting excited?"
He nodded. "Run your finger through it and feel how
slippery it is."
I looked back down at my slit and saw the inner lips
were red and puffy in addition to glistening. I
touched the folds tentatively. It really was slippery
and it felt so good. I ran my finger upward through
the fleshy, slippery folds. It touched my clitoris and
I jumped.
Daddy laughed and said, "That's why some people call
that the joy button. But I think I've shown you enough
for now."
"Why do boys like looking at tits?"
"Because they're pretty," Daddy answered. "And you
might find out that your tits are sensitive in a nice
sort of way too--they will like to be touched." He
held out his hand to me. "Let's call it a night,
okay?"
I took his hand and he helped me up. My robe slid
forward, mostly closing around me. I gave him a hug
and felt his turgid dick twitching in his pants. I
also felt the fires deep inside my pussy.
"Thank you, Daddy," I whispered then kissed his cheek.
He hugged me then led me out. I went to my room, lay
on my bed and buried my finger back in my pussy again.
Back and forth, in and out, up and down! Oh! That felt
good. I lightly touched my breasts with my other hand
and was shocked how it seemed like electricity flowed
down to my pussy from my tits! My eyes were closed,
but I kept seeing Matt's dick and imagining Daddy's
dick outside of his pants! I also kept seeing the
image of his hands on my pussy, opening those puffy
lips up wider and wider.
My finger started spending more and more time on my
clit. I felt a rush building even though I didn't know
what it was. I focused on that sensation then suddenly
it broke over top of me, cascading all over my body
with rippling wave of joy and bliss and paroxysms of
pleasure. I saw stars! I vaguely heard my voice
gasping and grunting.
I lay there panting, basking in the glow when I heard
a knock and a whispered voice, "Jo! Are you okay?"
The door opened and Daddy slipped into the room. I was
nearly completely dark but I saw his outline against
the doorway. "I heard you moaning and I thought
something was wrong," he whispered.
"I'm okay," I answered dreamily. "I just was trying
out how slippery my pussy was, like you said, and it
exploded with wow!"
"Oh," he paused. "I'm sorry for interrupting."
I quickly reached out to catch his hand. "Not
interrupting. It's all done now." He tugged to go
away. "Please stay with me, Daddy. This is all so new.
And wonderful."
I pulled him closer to me and he slowly sat on the
edge of my bed. I turned so that my head was in his
lap and his hand, still held fast in mine, was tucked
under my chin. I smelled his musky scent and
recognized it from Matt's explosion of sperm earlier
that day. I realized that Daddy must have had his own
release. I felt his penis under my cheek through his
shorts. It was not nearly as rigid as it was a half
hour before. He used his free hand to stroke my head
and my hair.
"Don't leave me, Daddy," I whispered.
"I'm right here, my dear little Jo."
It had been years since he called me "little Jo"! I
held his hand tightly and snuggled it close, again
breathing in his manly scent.
"You are quite the little snuggler tonight, aren't
you?" He took my hand to his face to kiss it. He held
it there next to his mouth and I wondered if he was
smelling the odors from my pussy that were still all
over it.
"Maybe so," I agreed as he brought my hand back down.
"But whatever you do, don't go away. This is nice!"
I felt his penis stir underneath me and he abruptly
shifted my head to his other leg. "I'll stay here a
little bit, but I'm tired too!"
"There's room here for you!" I said hopefully.
"Nah, you'll snore and if not, I will!"
He stroked my hair again and I closed my eyes, still
revelling in his closeness and his smell. I vaguely
remember him setting me back down on my own pillow,
but I was basically asleep after that. And I slept
late the next morning!
But more of that later!