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Nights With My Father
by Carly P (carlypax13@hotmail.com)
***
A young girl's education at the hands of her stepfather. (Mf, ped,
inc, cons)
***
I could hear him coming. The metallic click of the downstairs
lights switch, the heavy purposeful tread on the wooden stairs and
the faint shuffling sound of the dog, circling in her basket as
she settled for the night in the hall downstairs. He came up
slowly, as always, measured treads one by one. At the half landing
he paused, and I heard the squeak of the half open landing window
being closed. More slow footsteps, past the bathroom, past his own
bedroom door, and then softer steps as he trod the carpet outside
my room. My door was ajar, and although it was dark in my bedroom,
I could see by the landing light the long shadow he made across my
carpet.
I held my breath. Was he coming in?
Many nights I had lain here like this, waiting for him to come in,
or to stand by the door, wrestling with his conscience before
slowly walking back to his own room. I didn't know whether it was
anticipation or apprehension, but my body was rigid with a
powerful thrill, willing him to decide to come in.
The door swung open wider, and in the yellow light from the hall,
his big, dark body filled the doorway. He spoke softly.
"Sweetheart, are you awake?"
This was our code. Ever since my 12th birthday, he had used that
opening line to see how I would react. Of course, at the beginning
I thought it meant exactly what it said, but I now knew that all I
had to do was to feign sleep, not answer his question, and he
would breathe out slowly and sadly, close the door, and go to his
own room.
But most Wednesdays, when my mum was out all night on her midwife
duties, he would ask that question, and I responded the way he
wanted me to.
Tonight I did want him to come in.
"Yes dad, I'm awake."
He crossed the small room quickly, I could smell the faint odour
of sweet cigar smoke masked with sweet mints he always chewed. He
sat on the bed gently beside me, and instinctively I moved aside
to give him room. As I said, he is a big man, both in stature and
personality, and always seemed to need more room than the other
men in my family.
"I was just..." he began, but I stopped him.
"Dad, its ok, come in beside me and keep me warm."
That was my code. Code for take your clothes off, get in beside me
and fuck my brains out. Fuck me till I come so hard my teeth
chatter. Fuck me until we are two sweating, writhing bundles of
sensation and the only thing left is for you to pull out of me and
let me perform my special trick, the one where I suck the hot
spurting cum from your pulsing cock, while your feverish eyes
drink in the sight of my innocent mouth feeding on you.
And so he did, and while he began the slow ritual of tenderly
caressing me, kissing me and preparing me for that lovely thing he
was going to put inside me and take me to heaven with, I thought
about that night in June 2 years before, when he had first changed
my life.
It had been a hectic day. Firstly it was my birthday - almost a
teenager, and the presents I received reflected my more
sophisticated tastes. No more Barbies and toy kitchens, I got make
up kits, a writing set and a Nintendo wii. I was happy, almost
hyper, with the prospect of my birthday party that afternoon. All
my friends from school would be there, Jenny, Anna and Cassie. And
I had even invited Todd; the boy I had been mooning over for the
past term, although he had barely acknowledged me up until the
time the invitation was dropped on his desk. He had dark eyes,
even white teeth, and he was the first boy I had ever lusted
after, although lust was something I had no experience of until
then!
The party passed in a whirl of giggles, soft drinks and meaningful
glances between me and Todd, although to my disappointment, we
never got to be alone, there were too many of my friends to spoil
the moment, and the watchful eyes of my parents, alert to the
party girl sneaking off with a boy for some private time. All too
soon there were a chorus of goodbyes, lots of cleaning up and
masses of wrapping paper to put in the dustbin before I could sit
down and go through the presents properly.
My mum was on duty that night, and at 6pm, she put on her coat,
kissed my father and me and tucked in Lizzie, my 10 year old
little sister, before leaving for work.
The door closed behind her, and the house became quiet for the
first time that day.
I wasn't at all tired, still on a birthday high, so my dad, who I
worshipped like a God, chatted inconsequentially to me about the
party, my presents and other things, until 9pm, when he turned
down the tv, which neither of us were watching, and went into the
kitchen, coming back seconds later with a red, ribbon-tied box.
"This is an extra present, Carly," he said quietly. "Between you
and me, and no one must ever find out about it – are you
absolutely clear about that?"
I nodded, uncertain what kind of present I would have to keep
secret from everyone.
"Take it upstairs, its something to wear, and put it on, then call
me to see, ok?"
Again I nodded, taking the box in my hands and doing as I was
told. This was heady, exciting stuff!
Closing the door of my bedroom behind me, I sat on my pink duveted
double bed and opened the box, tearing the ribbon in my anxiety to
see what was inside.
The contents were a complete and utter surprise...
The box was about the size of a coffee table book, and when
opened, under the thin tissue paper layer was a simply stunning
set of grown up underwear. The kind I had only seen in films and
magazines until then. It was a complete set; sleek black bra, tiny
panties and a pair of silk hold up stockings, things I had never
seen up close, let alone worn. They were obviously very expensive,
very sheer and where the silk ended, there was a beautiful lace
overlay, intricate and almost transparent.
The bra was my size, which at that time was a modest 32a and the
panties were cut away style, and seemed to consist of mostly see
through lace with silk at the back. I blushed when I realised that
even my sparse blonde pubic hair would be visible through them.
The stockings were dark too, but seemed like gossamer, fine and
sensual with black lace edging at the top.
I sat for moments, turning them over in my hand. What on earth was
I going to do? In the pit of my stomach a knot was forming,
something was about to happen, and part of me zinged with
excitement, the other half trembled with fear. It had something to
do with the conspiratorial look my father had given me as I passed
him on the way upstairs, he had a plan, I was part of it, and the
first part was to put on this exotic outfit.
I stripped off my party dress, pale blue bra and plain white
knickers and stood for a moment in front of the 6' wall mirror,
which was next to my bed (something that was later to play a big
part in my 'education'). Naked I thought I looked sort of ok,
although like all 'almost' adolescent girls, I wished my boobs
were bigger (I still do!) and my hips wider in the classic
hourglass shape of the women I admired in the magazines devoured
once my mum had finished with them. Heat, OK and Hello were my
staple diet then, and the occasional sneaked look at Cosmopolitan
with its racy storylines.
But I was skinnier then with narrow hips and small apple sized
breasts, and my pubic area was almost bald, with just a few blonde
hairs starting to appear just where my sex began.
Shivering slightly, although it wasn't at all cold in the room, I
picked up the lacy bra, and placed it over my small boobs. It was
a perfect fit, and as I clasped the back, I puzzled how my father
had bought the exact size when he hadn't ever been to a fitting
with my mum and me. Because of the shape of the bra and the
underwiring, the tops of my small breasts were pushed up just
slightly, and I got a thrill from seeing for the first time some
real cleavage!
The cut away lacy knickers (although I suppose I should have
called them panties, for they were far too fancy to be called
something so common as knickers, were just as tight fitting, and I
loved the feel of the silk at the back, snug and cool on my small
rear end.
The stockings were a bit trial and error, as I had never worn any
before, but sitting on the bed, I pulled them on one by one, the
elasticated darker band at the top keeping them up.
I stood again, this time my heart was beating quickly, because it
didn't look like me in the mirror at all. Who was this sexy
creature in exotic underwear looking back at me? Without thought,
I pulled my hair out of its Wendy band and shook it free, Dirty
blond hair, my mother called it, but tonight it seemed to complete
the transformation from schoolgirl to fantasy figure...
I realise now that my father had me worked out completely, because
just the act of putting on the lingerie made me feel years older,
and in some way almost ready for what lay ahead.
I took a couple of deep breaths, still nervous but innocent of
what this was actually all about, and went to the bedroom door.
"Daddy," I called softly. "You can come up now."
As soon as I had called him, I went back into the room and stood
uncertainly by the bed. What did he want to do now, and how was I
supposed to behave? It seems ridiculous now that I was so naïve
about sex, because that was all my friends and me seemed to talk
about at school. But this was different, girl talk was mainly
wishing talk, and the boastful stories of my classmates about
'going to second base' etc, were, I know now, mainly hot air. This
was actual life, and the heavy tread of my stepfather on the
stairs was testimony to the reality of the experience I faced.
I was surprised even more when he came in, because he had
obviously taken the time since I had been upstairs to change into
his own towelling dressing gown. His tanned face and legs a nice
contrast to the clean white of the gown. In his left hand, he had
a bottle and two glasses, hanging from the other wrist on a cord
was a small digital camera, and in his pocket, I could just see
some sort of folded photo wallet.
He grinned at me, and for a second he was just 'dad' again, but
his smile was tinged with something fiercer behind the eyes. Those
brown eyes crawled all over me, and for a moment, I was afraid
again, but he settled me with a few words of reassurance. He
wouldn't hurt me, I was his princess, and this was just a part of
being newly 12.
***
We sat on the quilt together, and he poured what I found out to be
champagne from the big green bottle. The fizz tickled my nose, and
within two or three sips, I knew I liked it. He drank too, and the
atmosphere in my bedroom got more relaxed by the minute. I like
champagne even now, and I'm positive he was aware that the dry,
sweet taste and almost instant effect from the alcohol in the
bubbles would soon go to work on my inhibitions. He was so, so
right...
By the time we were a third of the way down the bottle, I was way
beyond self doubt, and the hot feeling in my lower stomach had
spread to my cheeks, and he was giggling with me, teasing me about
my 'Aunt Sally' look, as he called it.
Then he got serious again, and I stifled a hiccup as he moved
closer and put one big arm round my back, pulling me against him.
He told me that a man had 'certain needs', and that sometimes;
married couples temporarily lost the magic between them. It didn't
mean that he didn't love my mum, but I was his sweet princess, and
would I help him with a problem he had, which had to be top secret
between us, because if anyone found out, including my mum, he
would have to go away and never see my sister or me again
Of course I agreed without questioning his motives. There was
nothing I wouldn't have done for my Dad. Stepfather he might have
been, but I had never really known my own father, so he was very
much my worshipped male role model. The fact that he was handsome,
tall and had a killer smile just made it easier to go along with
him!
His hand began to gently stroke my bare back, between the bra
strap and the top of the silky knickers. I started to feel a whole
lot warmer, and it wasn't the champagne any more. I could smell
that mixture of old cigar smoke and mints that I have come to
recognise as 'his smell' and it wasn't at all unpleasant, just
vaguely stirring.
He put his mouth to my ear and blew gently into it. I shivered
violently then, not out of fear, but sheer prickling sensation.
His hand was still softly circling my back, fingertips not exactly
tickling, but slowly increasing the tactile shudders I was
getting.
"Will you let me take some photo's of you Princess" he breathed.
How could I say no? I nodded, and at his prompting, lay back on
the bed while he got the camera ready. First just a
straightforward shot, him kneeling over me, then another, then
another. This time my arms over my head, then "just pout those
sexy lips for the camera, baby" I soon got to enjoy the attention,
and happily knelt with my bum towards him, looking back as he
closed in on my silk and lace clad bottom. Then in was on my back
again, but this time with the bra straps down off my shoulders.
Then putting my arms together so my boobs were pushed up even
further than the underwiring had managed.
Legs apart, I moved from side to side at his command, noticing at
last that the contortions I was performing were making the bra
slip further down until the tips of my nipples, which had become
painfully erect, were showing clearly. I was too embarrassed to
stop what Dad was asking me to do, but very conscious that he
could see more and more of me. Naïve as I was, I didn't realise
that this was what he was aiming at all along.
It was a short step from there to taking the bra off 'as it looks
uncomfortable for you like that.' Once I started to obey those
sort of commands, the panties followed quickly. I knew this was
wrong, but the cold champagne, the warmth of the room and my
father's constant praise made a heady cocktail for a 12 year old.
I found myself legs open, arms over my head as he clicked away,
now kneeling again over me. I was waiting for his next command,
but he stopped abruptly. Putting the camera down on the bedside
table, he looked into my eyes and I noticed his dressing gown was
wide open now, and I could see his brown furry chest and flat
stomach, I couldn't see any further, but I remember wanting to
very much indeed.
I could smell that 'dad' smell' again, but now there was a
stronger scent in the air. Today I am completely familiar with the
aroma of an aroused male, but all I knew then was it was extremely
stimulating. At 12 the theory of pheromones was a mystery, but
that was certainly what was acting on my sexual instincts.
He put his hands on my stomach, stroking me gently, and moved them
up until they were cupping my breasts. His thumbs began a sly
circular movement around my sensitive young nipples, and I gasped
aloud at the sensation. Without any conscious thought, my hips
began a very slow rotation, and I felt my throat tighten, as
breathless as if I had run for a bus.
He grinned again, and spoke quietly in my ear, "Just relax,
princess, this will feel very, very nice."
I did relax a little, but my stomach was churning, and a strange
heat was building between my legs. This was something I had
experienced in the recent past, but at nothing like this level. He
continued to squeeze and manipulate me until I was just jelly,
nothing I had experienced up to now had prepared me for the
intensity of what I was feeling. My hips increased the tempo of
their movement, and Dad slipped sideways off me, and lay down
alongside me. He kissed my mouth then. Not a father like peck, but
a long slow, open-mouthed kiss, which stopped me breathing for a
few seconds. When his mouth left mine, I was finally lost.
Anything he wanted from me now was his to take. In the back of my
brain a little voice nagged "This is wrong, he's your FATHER, for
Gods sake, what will your mum/sister/friends think"
But the nagging of my moral conscience was a faint echo. The
pounding of my blood thudded in my ears, and the insistent heat
between my legs was overwhelming everything else.
I only vaguely remember lifting my hips to allow him to take off
the panties, and the cool air on my naked sex was nice. He didn't
leave me much time to enjoy it, because straight away, his big
fingers began to stroke me delicately there. My legs were wide
open, bent at the knee, and he stroked, probed and circled me
until I was a quivering wreck. I heard someone crying out, and
realised it was me. His fingering was expert and purposeful. I
suppose he wanted the first orgasm out of the way, but I was on
the edge of that precipice, gasping, sweating and my hips were
pumping in time with his insistent in and out movements. At last
the dam broke and I cried out even louder as wave after wave of a
shattering climax burst through me. Even his open mouth closing
over mine did no more than muffle the sound.
Post orgasm, I nestled in his strong arms. He whispered words of
love in my ear, and continued to caress and stroke my trembling
body. Of course, at that age I had no idea that his own body would
be screaming for relief now, but his patient stroking continued
until I calmed down.
Only then did he ask me to take care of him. I had never even seen
an adult penis then, let alone a purple hard, throbbing cock that
seemed a foot long, and took both my hands to encompass. I did as
I was asked, and, kneeling over him on the bed, pumped away at the
hot flesh, my head a few inches away from that plum like head.
Still quivering inside from my own orgasm, I was easy to persuade
to return the favour. He only lasted a few seconds, and I remember
a slight sense of disappointment that I hadn't had longer to feel
the velvet soft skin around the rock hard shaft. I was certainly a
novice at this act, but I don't think he minded at this time.
His twelve-year-old daughter was on her knees jerking his cock,
face inches from his leaking cockhead, and the long delayed orgasm
he craved was almost on him. His face was contorted with need, and
I never considered slowing, even when his hips made one sharp
upward movement, and his cock fired a thick jet of hot cum across
my naked chest.
I stopped briefly in surprise then, but quickly resumed when he
begged for me to carry on. The next long spurt coated my still
hard left nipple, and I jerked my head back as the third, even
longer spurt spattered against and into my open mouth. I remember
the wheaty taste, warm and not entirely unpleasant. I must have
looked a sight, stark naked, thick rivers of cum on my face and
chest, still holding his erect cock.
***
I had thought that would be the end of it, but he asked me if he
could take some more pictures of me, and wouldn't even let me wipe
off the mess he had made on me. I was totally unaware then that
pictures like those are very popular with gentlemen with certain
tastes!
In fact, because I had been such a willing victim, he hadn't
needed to show me the photos in his dressing gown pocket before
seducing me. We lounged on the bed for half an hour afterwards,
both in a warm post orgasmic haze. I felt that if Daddy was doing
all this, it must be ok, and anyway, how could it be wrong if it
felt so good?
We did look at the photos later, and I was shocked, not because
the images were too different to what I had just experienced, but
because there were so many different girls doing IT. Girls of 12
or 13, some even younger than that with mouths filled to bursting
with hard, erect men's cocks. A very pretty girl of about 10 Dad
called 'Vicky' was in pictures that looked like still captures
from a video, and was quite happily sucking and licking a very big
penis (probably her father too?) in frame after frame. There was
even one of her with a thick trickle of cum dripping from her open
mouth, and she didn't look as if she was unfamiliar or unhappy
with it.
My favourite though, was of a slim, lightly tanned girl of maybe
13 astride a man whose face was obscured by her naked body. He was
lying on his back, legs towards the camera. She was leaning back
on her hands, small apple sized breasts bared, legs parted,
revealing most of his big cock half way up her. Her face was
flushed with closed eyes and an enigmatic half smile. Her light
brown hair cascaded right down her shoulders and back almost to
her waist.
She looked to me as if she had done this many times, and was
clearly enjoying it. She was in another couple of pictures, not so
well defined. In the one with her back to camera, I was shocked to
see he had a finger inside her bum, as well as the same big cock
up inside her. The other, smaller and less distinct picture showed
her kneeling over the guy, just lowering herself onto him. I felt
a stirring down there again, and looked to see if my stepfathers
cock was lengthening. But if I thought I was about to emulate the
girl in the picture, I was mistaken. He yawned hugely and then
grinned at me.
"Not tonight princess. Your mum will be home in an hour or so, and
you need some sleep."
He collected the scattered underclothes and folding them neatly,
put the photos inside the bundle. As he left the room, he turned
and spoke.
"This will go in our secret place, for the next time your mum has
a late shift"
"That is, if you want to..." His brown eyes twinkled.
I grinned back at him as winningly as I could.
"Oh yes daddy."
Episode 2 The shed
The next week went very slowly, and I tried hard not to alert
either my mum, or my highly curious little sister about the change
in the relationship I now enjoyed with my dad. It was very hard
because everything had changed. I knew somewhere in the house, or
close to it, were a lot of photos of me in sexy underwear posing
for him, and they were probably nestling amongst other, much more
explicit pictures.
It didn't take as genius to work out where this was all going, and
my natural caution at this turn of events was fighting with huge
curiosity about the whole experience. I found myself wishing I
could talk to the young girl in the picture that still burned hot
in my imagination, to see if she had the same mixture of doubts
and mounting excitement I had.
My Dad was the model of a normal parent afterwards, and he showed
absolutely no sign of what had gone on, either to my mum and
sister, or even to me. The merest hint of a conspiratorial look
from me was met with either a blank stare or a remark unconnected
with our shared experience of the other night. We didn't spend any
time alone together until the Monday after that Wednesday night.
Lizzie had been allowed to stay over with her best friend, and mum
got called out to an emergency delivery, so we were on our own in
the living room just after dinnertime. The news was on the TV, and
when he turned the volume down, I got that tingle again at the pit
of my stomach.
He sat beside me on the big couch, and took my hand.
"Sorry I have been so distant princess" he said softly "But you
understand we have to be so very careful don't you?"
I nodded quickly
"But we are ok, aren't we?" He looked into my eyes and I melted as
usual
"Yes daddy, of course we are"
He smiled again, and my heart swelled as he hugged me close. He
kissed my ear and blew into it again, and I felt the space between
my legs glow as it had that night.
"We can't do it properly tonight" he said regretfully "But
Wednesday, your mum is on nights, so we will have all night"
My disappointment at not being seduced again was sharp, but the
promise of a whole night of lust cheered me up quickly
"But, if you like, I can show you some things which will make you
feel good again" he said.
My ears pricked up at that, and I wondered what he had in store.
At the bottom of the garden, which is about 200 feet long we have
a big wooden shed. Although that makes it sound quite crude, the
shed is my Dads refuge from the three females he shares a house
with. Because of that, it's pretty much off limits to anyone else.
He has converted it into a study/computer room and I had only
twice seen inside it, and then only for a minute or so, while he
showed off his new computer, with its 24" screen.
"We can go to my study, and I will show you what other girls like
you do with their daddies" he smiled again, and I willingly stood
and followed him down the paved path, across the damp lawn and
waited while he took off the two padlocks, and put the key in the
cylinder lock above.
I recognised everything in there. The wide bench with his bits of
computers and parts scattered over it. In the other corner, a
custom built desk, with a diagonal flat surface making it a double
workstation, with the 24" Apple Mac cold and silent on it. A hum
from the other pc, he called a 'server' under the bench was the
only sound. On the top shelf a flat, book sized unit flashed red
and blue lights into the room. I think he called that firewall or
something. Once the soft light from the desk lamp was switched on,
the room had a cosy, yellow tinge to it. His large leather office
chair stood swivelled towards us on its heavy base, and as he
turned on the Mac, and the screen came to life, the study became a
little brighter and cheery log on music echoed softly in the
wooden room.
Once the door was closed and bolted, and the curtain pulled across
the small barred window, the shed became like just another room in
our house. He sat me on the small stuffed leather sofa while he
unlocked a cupboard and logged on. All at once, I could see the
screen change to a file directory, and he keyed in a password
twice and a lot of blue folders appeared across the big screen.
They were labelled with girls names 'Vicky' 'Dee and Desi'
'Vanessa' etc. Some of the ones at the bottom had other names '12
yrs full' '11 and 13 bro/sis', 11 yr Masturbates and some with
foreign titles I didn't understand.
He had me sit on his knee, and began to open the folders one by
one. I saw Vicky again, but this time not in still photography. A
video showed her sucking happily at a mans cock as he stood above
her. My tummy tingled more as I saw her take the full ejaculation
of his penis into her open mouth when he came. She looked so sweet
and innocent, but even at that age, I knew the experienced way she
fellated that guy was a sign that she had been doing it for some
time. 'Dee and Desi' showed two girls (sisters?) who performed
with each other and a man and young boy. The older girl was very
cute and the scene where she masturbated her younger sister,
whilst French kissing her made me wriggle on Dad's lap quite a
bit. I could feel something hard and excited swell under my
bottom.
When he had got me nice and hot, which was obviously his intent
all along. I felt his hand slide up my thigh and, when I parted
them obediently at his pressure, slipped an enquiring finger
inside my hot, wet pussy. He knew me all too well by now, so
whilst he kept up the sly fingering, he slid his hard cock out of
his cargo trouser fly and I needed no encouragement to place my
hand around it and begin to pump inexpertly.
I don't think either of us would have lasted long like that, but I
guess he had an urgent agenda, so ignoring a despairing protest
from me, we released each others private parts so that he could do
something else on the computer. I noticed a red webcam light start
winking at the top of the monitor, as the Mac's inbuilt camera
went on. Suddenly I could see in the top corner of the screen a 2"
square image of me on dad's lap, legs open, knickers pulled to one
side and his huge cock swaying beside my hip as he carried on
doing something with the mouse and keyboard. My cheeks flushed as
I stared at the image intently. This was me, Carly, newly 12 and
already debauched, sitting on my father's lap, being fingered to
an (hopefully quick) orgasm, whilst the memory of his cock filled
my palm. I was breathless again, and could feel my heart begin to
thud faster.
The browser burst into life with a plain pale blue web page. More
keyboard tapping, passwords, then a silent black screen made me
think it had crashed, but seconds later; a red border surrounded a
flashing title line came up.
'Dads 4 daughters' it said, in glowing golden script, underneath
it a detailed hand drawing of a fully clothed schoolgirl impaled
on an improbably large, anonymous cock. She was smiling like the
Mona Lisa
Another series of clicks, and there were about 6 separate 2"
squares containing a live monitor image of different men around
the screen, some were alone, some were with girls my age, and some
with children even younger. The images were live, because under
each of them, a text box started to show lines of text, and you
could see the men typing as the words flowed. My own dad began to
do the same.
"Hello guys" he wrote, "This is Carly, she is just 12, and she has
just started to play."
They all answered with variations on, "Hi there Carly." Some asked
what games I liked to play, and my Dad typed back.
"She is a beginner, so give her some room. Tonight she and I will
just be watching."
I remember feeling relief at Dads words, especially when I saw the
replies, some of which were very graphic in their descriptions of
what they wanted to do to me.
"Sorry guys" Dad typed again "Just being a voyeur tonight, but
feel free to show my princess what your girls like to do"
There was a black guy of about my dad's age in the top left
square, and he had a girl standing beside him who looked as if she
was Chinese or Japanese. Either way, she was about my age, olive
skinned and had a sweet smile, which remained on her face even
when her 'father' was stripping her skimpy sailor outfit from her
slim body. Naked she looked even younger, with tiny bumps for
breasts, and a completely naked puffy pussy mound with a
pronounced indent over the slit where her love bump would be.
When my Dad clicked again on the small image, it completely filled
the 24" screen with a surprisingly high quality picture. I was
used to the grainy image produced by the webcam in school, but he
explained that some of the guys used almost professional quality
equipment to get the best pictures.
Once we could see more clearly, Dad sat me down where I had been,
slipping his hand back under my skirt and inside my knickers. I
was still wet from his previous fingering, so it didn't take much
to build the pleasure up again. His cock was also back in my hand
and I enjoyed the sighs and moans my inexperienced hands produced
from him as I stroked.
The guy on the webcam had his own daughter on his lap, and was
emulating us, fingering her small pussy slowly, whilst her hand
was hidden behind her, but the movements of her arm were
unmistakeable. She was stroking a cock, just like me.
However, as she began to breathe heavier, and the small bumps on
her chest began to rise and fall as she got excited, I got a shock
when she leaned to one side, revealing the size of the thing she
was playing with. I thought my Dad was big, but my God, this was
enormous! About a foot long, black as night, with a purple
glistening head being revealed every time she was on the down
stroke. I goggled at the sheer size of that thing.
She was letting out quiet moans of her own and the big black
fingers inside her slid smoothly and wetly in and out. I realised
she could probably hear my own breathless sighs. The next move
made me start in excited surprise. He whispered in her ear, and
she slid down from his lap. He turned his chair sideways, and the
camera jiggled as he adjusted the view. Kneeling between his legs,
she looked even younger and tinier and began to lick and stroke
his cock anew. This time it was obvious to me that she was going
to do a 'Vicky' and suck this mans cock to orgasm.
Well I was half right. Suck him she did. Pink wet lips stretched
wide over the huge organ, she tickled his heavy balls with her
small fingers and pumped him with her left hand. I thought we were
going to see him spurt in her mouth, and with the seal her small
mouth was making around his hardness, I was expecting to see the
white stuff come spurting out of her nose, with nowhere else to
go, but I was to be disappointed.
He was obviously close, because his hissed instruction to stop was
almost agonised in its intensity. She reluctantly let the thing
come out of her mouth with an audible plop. It swayed menacingly,
quivering and so hard the veins on the side looked like it had
been carved from solid wood.
In one move he scooped her up, swung the chair back to face us,
and lifted her up, legs open above his waist. She giggled
daintily as he started to lower her determinedly onto the huge
shaft. She kept smiling as she helped him get this impossibly
massive thing into that tiny hole. Inch by inch, with her fingers
spreading herself open, he pushed and pumped, until he disappeared
inside. Her head lolled back and I heard her groan deeply as at
last she settled on his lap. The massive cock was completely
buried inside her.
What followed was a combination of the images I had loved from
last week. She wasn't as old as the girl I had seen sitting on a
cock in the pictures Dad had shown me, but she showed equal, and
excited pleasure at the deep penetration. In and out he went, up
and down she bobbed, with his hands cupping her small buttocks as
she fucked down on him.
My dad's cock was pulsing faster now, and I hardly noticed what
his fingers were doing to me. My heart was beating so fast; I
thought I might pass out with pleasure. I was so happy when the
couple on screen screamed out in mutual climax. She shuddered and
shook, her flat belly rippling as internal muscles clasped and
spasmed around the huge invader. Pulling her free, with clear
strings of fluid joining their bodies from her excited sex, he
swung her around until her mouth was over the pulsing head of his
cock.
She obviously needed no tuition, and immediately covered the
bulbous head with her lips. I could almost feel the shock of the
spurts as they hit the back of her mouth. Her eyelids fluttered at
each jet of cum, but her sucking never slowed, and not a drop left
her mouth. When he had finished, she looked up at him in sly
delight, and I saw her throat move twice as she swallowed the
whole load.
I could hear applause and whistles, as the others watching showed
their approval of the performance, but right now, I was in dire
need of satisfaction myself. Dad's fingers were a blur now,
rubbing me towards a shattering, jerking climax, which made me
bounce in his lap like a rag doll. Once I had finished my cum, I
knew he was in the same position as I had been, super excited and
needing release.
I didn't give myself time to have second thoughts. I had just seen
that Asian girl give her father complete satisfaction, and I
wanted to be Daddy's perfect princess tonight.
He groaned as if he was in agony when I slipped down between his
legs, but his eyes were hot on mine as he watched my mouth slip
for the first time over a distended cock. It wasn't unpleasant,
just very big and very hard. The fluid that was leaking from him
was clear and almost tasteless, and I sucked hard, wanting him to
get off quickly. My wish was soon granted. With a last loud groan,
he bucked up, ramming another inch of hot cock into my mouth.
Another fraction and I would have choked, but as I had his shaft
in my fist, it stopped just short of that. The first spurt of
semen filled my mouth completely. I remember feeling surprised,
because I had thought from the pictures that I would feel it hit
the back of my throat, but no, just a mouth full of warm slightly
salty liquid. I just had time to swallow when the next jet filled
my mouth again.
Unlike the young exhibitionist who had just demonstrated the first
live blowjob I had seen, I was not yet so confident. The second
swallow was quite enough for one night. I let the hard cock spring
from my lips and the third spurt flailed across my face, luckily
missing my eyes (I have since found out how much that burns!), but
coating my cheek and nose with hot fluid. The fourth was less
strong and hit my chin and neck. Further dribbles flowed across my
knuckles as I continued to pump him to the end.
Again, I heard faint cheers and applause, and realised with hot
shame (I had some left then!) that at least some of the watchers
had seen me in full glowing colour detail sucking off my Dad for
the first time.
It took a cold water soaking, but the front of my Snoopy t shirt
was finally rid of the incriminating, (and probably to my mum),
obvious semen stains, and by the time she got back from the birth
of yet another baby, I was tucked up in bed asleep, and my Dad was
on the sofa with a book.
What a night that was, but it was to prove the first of many...
Episode 3: Sister cums too?
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So, I hear you say, was that it, or does the title of this chapter
signify more depravity. Well of course, you don't think he, or me
for that matter stopped there do you?
A full year went past. I got taller, my boobs got bigger, but not
much and my longed for grown up hips widened, I got a little hair
between my legs (which was promptly shaved off, and then waxed to
keep it smooth -Daddy prefers it that way) and I spent the next 50
or so Wednesdays, give or take the odd early shift for mum, naked
and humping under my dad. He fucked me on the third Wednesday; I
remember it vividly because we were in a chat room with a couple
of other Dad and daughter pairings. The other dads were
respectively fucking and buggering their daughters.
I recall the girl who was being anally penetrated had a strange
distant look in her eyes, unlike the other girl, who was road
testing her impressive vocabulary on her father. "Fuck me harder
you bastard" was one of the milder epithets being thrown at him as
he pumped her from above. Daddy said the girl being buggered had
probably been given a mild sedative to dull the pain. I don't
think I was ever an enthusiast for this particular form of
fucking, and I am not now, although we did try it a few times when
I got braver.
Anyway, the full fucking was actually very nice, mainly because
Dad separated the defloration from the physical act. One Monday
night, in the shed/love shack, he carefully inserted a fairly
realistic, if smaller than life sized dildo in me, and after
making sure I was well lubricated with a few tender and quite
pleasurable strokes, braced me against his waist, and with one
quick deeper thrust, broke my maidenhead. I wept a little; we
mopped up the small amount of blood that leaked from me, and two
paracetemol and a glass of red wine put me to sleep without any
significant pain.
We gave the following Wednesday a miss, as I was still feeling a
little sore, but the next week we more than made up for it. Dad
bought champagne again, knowing how it collapsed my already feeble
inhibitions, and, exercising his amazing talent for cunnilingus
(another story, but if I thought his fingering was a major turn
on, he completely blew my mind, pun not intended, with his skilful
tongue), he got me to such a pitch, that when his cock went into
me, all I could think of was
"Oh god, deeper, fuck me deeper!"
So he did just that, hard, punishing almost, but wonderful. I had
only known my fingers, Dads fingers and recently, his tongue so
this thick, throbbing tube of flesh, pistoning in and out of me
was out of this world. He knew what and when to do everything. He
took his weight on his elbows, knees holding my thighs wide apart,
and kissed my face and neck with butterfly kisses.
I was in a world of my own, pure sensation below my waist, hard
nipples brushing against his chest when he changed the angle and
really began to fuck me. At the end I had my legs up around his
waist and he was practically spearing me to the bed. I heard a
disembodied voice going "huh, huh, huh" and realised it was me,
reduced to animal noises at what was being done to me.
I came just before he did, and the clutching of my internal
muscles on his straining cock obviously did the trick. He gave out
one long groan, and buried himself inside me as deeply as he
could. I felt the jets of sperm splash inside me, as powerful as
anything I had ever felt. For the first time, I felt my father
tremble in weakness, as he panted, crouched over me. I guess he
had totally wasted himself emptying his balls into me.
(I know you must be wondering about pregnancy etc, but my dad's
vasectomy took care of any unwanted little tadpoles...)
Once introduced to full on fucking, of course anything short of
that was somehow unsatisfactory for both of us. We did risk the
occasional blowjob or fingering in the shed when I was 'helping
him with his computer' but discovery was too painful to
contemplate for either of us. Prison for him, and fostering for me
we used to joke, not really humorously. I knew what he was
risking, doing this with me, and although the needs of my
adolescent body were great, once it was awoken, I knew we had to
be very careful.
It turned out we hadn't been careful enough, but luckily it was
Lizzie and not mum who found us out.
I had been teasing him a little that evening, and I grinned at his
discomfort, trying to hide his erection from my little sister's
curious eyes. She and I were watching a movie; 'Wild Things' I
think it was called. I don't think my mum would have allowed us to
see it, but it was a pirate copy my dad had got from a guy at
work, and the title wasn't much of a give away for the threesomes
and girl/girl sex in the film,
I started to get hot when the two girls kissed (a year before, I
had witnessed two girls from my class snogging in an open cubicle
in the girls' loo, and although outwardly very disgusted, admitted
to myself later that it wasn't an entirely unpleasant spectacle.
(Grin)
Anyway, knowing he was behind us as we lay on our stomachs,
pyjamas on watching the TV from the floor, I decided to give him a
treat. Moving slowly, so as not to alert my sister what was going
on, I pushed my hand between my legs and started to slowly massage
my pussy. I knew that he would have a bird's eye view of my parted
legs and my busy fingers. When the scene ended, and Lizzie tore
her eyes away from the screen (little pervert) I was innocently
laying normally, hands back under my chin.
My dad however was having difficulty hiding the considerable bulge
tenting his cotton trousers. Bad luck then that Lizzie stretched,
yawned and stood up at that moment and jumped straight onto his
lap!
I think he just managed to stop her doing him a nasty injury, but
she did land square on his cock, skinny legs either side of his
lap. I guess her pussy must have been right over his hard on, and
for a second the world stood still. Dad was still holding her half
off him, just the top of his cock poking up and into the crotch of
her pyjamas. They looked at each other for about 5 seconds. His
face a mask of surprise and horror, hers just curious. Then she
spoke
"Is that your penus Daddy?"
Automatically, I corrected her "Uh, its penis shortcake" Using
dads nickname for her was a dead giveaway.
She turned to me, and with a withering look that only 11 year olds
can muster, said, "I was asking Daddy – I am perfectly well aware
that YOU know what it is – you have been making so much noise
every time mum goes out, you must have been seeing a lot of it,
I'm sure."
This with a toss of her head, and in such a schoolmistress tone
that even daddy and I, caught with our pants down, as it were,
could do nothing but burst into laughter.
"Perfectly well aware" I giggled, and choked as I swallowed my own
spit, I was laughing so much.
Dad, laughing his deep laugh and, still holding her half on and
half off his hard on, shook her slightly as she turned back to
him.
"Perfectly well aware, I'm sure" he chuckled, and all three of us
had another laughing fit at that perfect imitation.
Not that the small problem of my eleven year old sister sitting on
her dads erect cock, whilst revealing that she was at least aware
of what had been going on for a year between us had gone away. The
gravity of the situation chilled the laughter quickly.
I got up and walked towards them slowly. I was mindful that this
could go either way. If she KNOWS, I thought, I know two things.
First, she hasn't told mum, or anyone else we know, because
otherwise this conversation would be taking place in a police
station somewhere. Second, she isn't completely disgusted at the
idea; otherwise she would be using it to blackmail me with for a
share of my pocket money or something.
I decided to call her bluff. I had been aware for a while that she
had more than just the average girls curiosity about sex. We had
had a few conversations about masturbation, boys 'bits' and stuff
she had read in magazines, so I was pretty sure she was more
interested in the process than outraged at the fact it had
happened. I went to stand beside them, and noticed my dad's
erection had hardly subsided at all. I pushed her down by the
shoulders, and he allowed her to sit firmly on top of his cock. It
had been flattened against his thigh, and now laid under her pubic
mound, her crack must have been right along its length.
Now Lizzie is shorter than me, and darker in hair and colouring,
but she was going to have boobs much bigger than mine. Already
they were a respectable 32b cup and mine had hardly grown a cup
size since last year (and with all that hand rearing, I was
disappointed ) I had seen her in the shower last month,
and she was developing very quickly. Her pubic mound was covered
in a fine down of dark hair. So I knew that physically she was
probably more mature than I had been last year, even though I had
been a year older.
I guessed that there was more jealousy than disgust in her
attitude.
I rocked her back and forward on my Dad. Amazingly, no one spoke
during the time I did this. My Dad just stared back and forth at
Lizzie and me with a puzzled look on his face. Lizzie herself was
biting her lip, so I think the friction was working. I whispered
in her ear.
"Would you like to find out just how much fun we have been
having?"
She nodded primly, still silent.
I reached around her and began to unbutton her pyjama top. Dad
followed my fingers as they unfastened the small cloth buttons.
Like me, Lizzie wore nothing under her nightclothes, so when the
last button was undone, the top gaped wide, and although I
couldn't see, I knew dads eyes were fixed on her small breasts,
with the brown nipples stiffening under his gaze (alright, I was
guessing that, but mine were doing a good job of coming to
attention, just imagining it)
Her arms were round his neck, supporting herself against him, and
dad's hands were on her waist. I pulled at one of her arms, then
the other, and mutely she allowed me to strip the top from her.
Her bare skin was like butterscotch, smooth and very lightly
tanned, I had a small twinge of jealousy as I remembered she
tanned darkly on the beach, and didn't have to spend hours under
an umbrella, as I did on family holidays.
Still there was no sound, or resistance, and I kind of understood
that whilst no one spoke, the spell was unbroken. I don't know
where the next move came from, some porno scene I had watched with
Dad probably, but I slid my hands under her arms and started to
caress her breasts. She started then, but still stayed silent,
Just the thudding of her heart, which I could feel through her
ribcage, told me I was having an effect. Her nipples were indeed
hard as little bullets, and obviously sensitive, because when I
gripped them both between thumb and finger it made her make the
first sound for minutes
"MMMMM," she hummed. Not a protest, more a sign that I should
continue I thought.
"MMMMMMMMM," she murmured as I worked on them slightly harder.
And then it happened. At the same time as my Dad's cock twitched
under her, in response to what he was seeing in front of him, her
hips moved. Not far, and not hard. But they MOVED, if you know
what I mean. And then they moved again. I couldn't see her face;
my own was buried in her hair, breathing in her baby shampoo
smell. But my Dad could, and I could hear his breathing increase
in volume and speed, I thought I would die from the tension in the
room. She moved again, and slowly, but perceptibly, a regular
rhythm emerged. I squeezed my baby sister's nipples, dad's cock
twitched under her, and her hips made a slow roll forwards.
Squeeze, twitch, and roll.
And again, slightly faster.
And again.
And...
I was so hot, even hotter maybe than the night I was first fucked.
I couldn't stay like this. Both of them would get off, I could see
it, but I was burning up inside, wet and throbbing between my
legs. I had to do something
It was up to me to break the spell. Neither of them was speaking
or making any move to change things. Another few seconds and he
would cum in his pants, she would orgasm on his hard cock, and I
would be left there, unsatisfied and spare like a discarded
carton.
It wasn't enough to touch her there, I squeezed again to keep up
the rhythm, I wanted to touch her there. When I thought that
thought, my hand was way ahead of me. It slipped inside her loose
bottoms, across her fluttering stomach, through the fine pubic
hair and cupped her whole sex. I almost pulled my hand away. When
girls say they are hot, it means pretty warm, but that little girl
was HOT, if you know what I mean.
I could feel the heat and wetness from her as I slipped a curious
finger between her slick lips and across the distended clitoris I
found.
The she spoke, although it was more an incoherent plea than a
sentence
"Carly...nnnnuh, mmm, Yyyh," (I took that to mean Carly, NO, fuck,
YES!)
Typical girl, says no, means yes.
I wasn't stopping anyway anyhow, anytime. I fingered her slowly,
but with real purpose.
Then I made her stand, I stripped off her pyjama bottoms and while
she stood in front of Dad, I made her watch as I took out his
familiar (to me anyway) hard cock and licked it like a lollypop.
I loved the resentment on her face. One I had stopped fingering
her. Two, I was licking that object of desire she had been sitting
on for the past five minutes, and Three, it looked like her orgasm
was postponed, maybe indefinitely
She was wrong on the last count at least.
I knew Dad would come out of his state of silence soon enough. The
sight of his teenage daughter fingering his other preteen daughter
was rendering him dumb at the moment, but it wouldn't last. I also
knew that there was no way he would allow me to plant our little
infiltrator on top of that pulsing pole, and I could hardly sit on
it myself, pleasurable as the idea was, in case Lizzie really got
seriously pissed off and broadcast to the world our naughty
secret. So I compromised. We all wanted to come. Daddy had turned
me into his own little fuck toy, so I was going to do a bit of
manipulation of my own.
I pulled her down on to the floor where we had been, seemingly
years before, in another life. She flopped down on her back, and
her legs parted when I pulled at them. Kneeling between her open
thighs I dipped my head and did something I had only seen on the
Mac up until that moment. I had fingered my sister until she was
about to cum, but now I stuck out my tongue, closed my eyes, and
licked her pussy from end to end. She jumped like a scalded cat,
and I had to hold her legs open, and fight the scrabbling hands
that pulled at my head and hair until the amateur cunnilingus I
was performing stopped her resistance.
In seconds, I felt her hands stop pulling, and start pushing. She
tasted funny, but no funnier that the first taste of semen. In
fact she was sweeter, almost like warm honey. Long licks gave way
to a small precise circling of her engorged clitoris, and then I
sucked it. Good move, she humped my head up off her like an
express lift. Her hands now began a rhythmic pushing and clutching
which was actually rather painful, but we were both past caring.
I felt movement behind me, and all at once my own pyjama bottoms
were tugged down, and I had a second or two to prepare myself for
what I knew was coming. My legs were already apart, and with just
an exploratory finger to ensure wet and receptive passage, a large
and very excited cock slid into me with one smooth thrust.
The next few moments, for that was all it was, were a blur of
slapping bodies, wet sounds and squeaks, mmms and groans. Lizzie
was the squeaker, I was unable to make much more than a muffled
mmm as I was banged from behind, and my Dad was the groaner. I
don't remember who came first, maybe it was me, but within a
minute, there was cum shooting into me like a fire hose and Lizzie
was calling me a "fucking cunt licking bitch" and other choice
phrases I didn't know she had in her vocabulary as she came
violently under my frantically licking tongue.
It took over half an hour for us to recover, and a whole day
afterwards to convince Lizzie that she wasn't turning full time
lesbian before things went back to more or less normal. (I did
have to give her another practical demonstration of my rapidly
improving tongue technique as punishment for "Going all lezzie on
me," though, and I thought then what I know now; we both have a
lot of 'bi' in us) Dad was shell-shocked for a week at least, and
it was little old me who had to shuttle between them to prevent
the story getting out.
He was glad I did, but that's another chapter
Shall I tell it?
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