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It Came Upon A Midnight Clear
by Peter Pan (uds3@hotmail.com)
***
Circumstances led me one hot night, to fully overstep
my parental authority. I had certainly never planned
for such an eventuality and neither I'm sure, had my
beautiful young daughter. At perhaps an emotional
confluence in both our lives, the boundaries of social
etiquette were irrevocably crossed. (Mf, ped, inc, 1st)
***
I'm not an inherently bad man, perhaps weak in a
Christian sense but hey, let he who is without sin cast
the first stone right? I have a sneaking suspicion, a
hitherto unverified but significantly large percentage
of fathers have at some stage harbored many a Freudian
fantasy as to their own daughters, be it admitted to or
not. My guess is upwards of ninety percent.
In my particular case, having three girls at the time
aged fourteen to seventeen, all extremely pretty (and
this but twenty two months ago) I can vouch for having
many excruciatingly hot flushes with but the slightest
provocation.
My wife left me when the kids were very young, way pre-
school, and I brought them up pretty damn well, even if
I do say so myself. We lived in a smallish two bedroom
house which with a young son additionally, necessitated
one of the girls sleeping with me by rotation pretty
much up to each one's eleventh birthday.
This had continued blissfully and some might think
surprisingly, without incident. I do not recollect
having even the vaguest of fantasies throughout all
those years of bathing them, washing, drying and
brushing their hair and attending to their every needs,
including rubbing cream on their cute little vaginal
areas when they developed rashes down thataway. Now I
think back, how weird was that?
Whatever, I will admit to an extreme fascination with
the female body. Have always had it. I would do nothing
to hurt, abuse or affront a young girl's well-being but
if anyone out there wants to try convincing me that
making love to a young and willing teenager, be it your
own daughter or someone else's... is not to die for,
then hell, that's some task you've set for yourself.
So, with that brief background let me return to the
tale at hand. Like many other healthy male
heterosexuals, let alone one having no female companion
for twelve years or so, I discovered on the net, a
wealth of er, "remarkably pleasant" images let us say,
of young girls in some rather introspective positions.
Call me twisted, but I find pics of pretty girls being
spanked extremely arousing. Not the thirty-eight year
old multiple face-lifted bondage freaks with faces like
Genghis Khan after a losing battle, posing as
schoolgirls – talk about instant sterility... but
genuine very young girls being soundly spanked. If you
look, they are there.
I suspect my liking for this erotic phase came from
having a really lovely girlfriend in my late twenties
who we discovered by accident, loved being spanked
herself. She was tiny and with the cutest little bottom
but could take whatever I dished out... and it was the
greatest precursor to sex I ever experienced. For her
as well.
But I digress. My computer library of "hot images" was
coming along nicely (as it were). When the kids were
asleep I would peruse minutely and on full-screen, each
and every teenage curve. Around this time I started
seeing my own girls in a different (Oh God, how
different) light - most especially Kylie, the sixteen
year old. Why her? I have no idea.
All three were just plain drop dead rapeable. Small to
medium size well-shaped breasts (my fav), cute bottoms
and slim curvy bodies. Since the eldest looked fifteen
and the youngest the same, they appeared for all the
world like triplets and are often mistaken for such –
more-so now (One of the reasons of course for their
across-the-board appeal at the Harper Valley
gatherings)
So you get the picture I think: Full-time scoreline -
Dad's fantasies 10 : Girls' availability Nil.
The night in question, I didn't hear her come up the
stairs to my room. Whilst luckily I was in no
compromising position (give me another five minutes, I
might have been) I did have a couple of pics just up on
screen which were definitely not for family viewing.
One of a girl bending over a bed while her dad spanked
her and another of a really young girl over some guy's
knee as he pulled her knickers down. It could have been
worse!
"Oh my God dad... that's disgusting!" said Kylie. I
spun round, not even having the presence of mind to
turn the screen off. In circumstances like this I
always figure attack is the best form of defense.
"No Kylie, its not disgusting," I said, and in an
effort to defend the indefensible added, "If looking at
pictures of girls getting spanked is "wrong"... .OK,
I'm guilty, but hey, you came into my room... I didn't
intrude on your space." She put her hands on her hips
and looked soo appealing that second in her PJ's, I had
thoughts I really shouldn't have.
"I suppose that's true dad," she said, "It just
surprised me – I can't imagine you looking at pictures
like that!"
"There's a lot worse than this going around Kylie," I
replied, "Sure you've seen your share on the Net
yourself. She blushed... and nodded.
She was glancing at the two pics on my screen, "You
like the idea of spanking young girls do you dad?" It
was a fair question!
I looked at her kinda quizzically, I thought of
mentioning little Sarah from all those years ago, but
thought better of it.
"Well, only in as much as most men would probably enjoy
spanking girls given half a chance Kylie, if you want
to be honest about it. It doesn't do any harm you
know."
She sat there alongside my computer desk, hands resting
on her legs her cute breasts barely evident under her
fluffy top... not that I was looking.
"Do you think about us that way dad?" she pouted.
"What? You and your sisters? Hardly," I lied. "What a
question Kylie!"
"Well, I bet you do sometimes... you just wouldn't
admit it." she said.
"True, I wouldn't," I replied. "Anyway, shouldn't you
be heading off back to bed? What made you get up?" (It
was way past midnight)
She stretched in the chair. "Couldn't sleep dad, its
really hot tonight." It was too.
"Ok cutie," I said, turning back to the screen and
switching back to the business web-site I was working
on. "Well, off you go, catch you in the morning."
She got up and put her arms round me and gave me the
most lovely hug. "Goodnight dad" she said and turned to
go.
"Dad, are you sure you don't think about spanking us?"
Now she was being cheeky!
I turned round. "No way Kylie... but if you keep asking
naughty questions like that, I might change my mind and
put you over my knee!"
I think I caught the slightest evolution of a smirk,
"You wouldn't dare dad!"
"Is that a challenge kiddo?" I said, "If so, its not a
line I'd pursue if I were you." My mind was working
overtime. "Please God, let her pursue it!"
Little Kylie, all five foot two of her, stood her
ground. "You're all talk dad," she teased, the cutest
little smile on her pretty face.
I grabbed her arms and pulled her to me. She put up the
merest semblance of a struggle as I tugged her across
my knee. God, how cute was that little bottom? I gave
her an exploratory smack, the mere contact with that
part of her anatomy enough to send the testosterone
into hyperdrive. She wriggled on my lap and whether
intentionally or not – I suspect not, I could feel her
small breasts making contact with my knee.
The next smack was noticeably harder. I think it
surprised her a little. She gave a little yelp of
surprise but being the feisty little cutie she's always
been, turned her head towards me and said, "Is that
supposed to hurt dad?" I was staring meanwhile at the
top few centimetres of her light blue panties that had
been exposed by the spanks and that delightful little
gap between PJ pants and top that exposed a ribbon of
soft skin around her lower back and just a hint of the
delicate inward curve above her hips. The third smack
was a beauty!
As she momentarily arched her back in surprise, her
beautiful shoulder length curly brunette hair jiggling
now, I had the greatest urge to put my arm beneath her
and to take hold of her beautiful breasts as I knew
they must be, having almost seen them in their entirety
but once a year or so before when a towel slipped as
she exited the bathroom. Of course I resisted, and
delivered a fourth spank.
"Ouch dad" she cried. I stayed my hand.
"Had enough?" I asked her. "I think I've proved my
point!"
"Not a wimp dad," she said and presented her bottom for
more.
"Tell you what," I said, "Let's make it interesting
then," having said which I tugged her PJ bottoms down
a-ways before she could react.
"Dad," she cried, reaching round to try and pull them
back up. "You can see my panties!" I pulled her hand
away!
"So Kylie? Seen way more than that before... I did used
to bath you once you know! Besides you still have your
knickers on, what's the problem?" I gave her another
smack to be going on with.
With only the thin nylon protecting both her modesty
and her skin now, the spanks were way more effective...
in more ways than one. The feel of her young bottom
directly beneath my hand was doing wonders for my
masculine ego... and also other areas of my anatomy
that I hoped Kylie hadn't yet noticed. Her beautiful
young bottom was also now wonderfully defined as the
light blue material clung to her cheeks and highlighted
every curve... and she had just so many!
I began to spank her in earnest now and instead of
crying out for me to stop as I had expected... it felt
to me that she was literally riding the crest of a
completely new sensation, one that evidently was not
unpleasant to her. Again, I couldn't be sure of her
intent or otherwise, but it seemed to me that as the
intensity of the spanking increased she was allowing my
knee to increase the pressure directly on her pussy. I
would have sworn she was literally exerting downward
pressure right on her clitoral area. Certainly her
bottom was now elevated more than it had been.
"Well Kylie," I muttered, "Seems you have a talent for
this... you want me to stop?' She didn't answer but
simply shook her head slightly. God was being kind this
night, no two ways about it. I tugged her PJ's right
down now and she kicked them off. Just the sight of her
cute little bum jiggling with each spank, left those
images on the screen for dead.
The tops of her legs, just beneath her panties were
quite red now, we needed to go that last step. I
slipped my fingers beneath the waistband and started to
tug them down.
At first I thought she was going to let me – I had her
bottom half uncovered and was staring entranced at the
beginning of her youthful crack when she said "No dad,
don't pull them down!" and reached around to stop any
further progress. I knew it was now or never.
"You want to find out what a real spanking's like
Kylie?" I told her, "It has to be on your bare bottom –
no other way! Can't handle that huh?" She withdrew her
hand.
I think I detected a coronary coming-on but hell, it
was worth it. Quickly tugging those hot little knickers
right down, they went the way of her PJ's as she kicked
them off and lay there breathing almost as heavily as
was I. There right in front of my eyes – the sight I'd
always dreamed of seeing, my daughter's naked young
butt. The thin material had after all, afforded her a
degree of protection... her bum was less red than her
legs. I aimed to balance up the ledger.
The first few spanks were not too hard – more of an
exploratory nature. As they intensified though, two
things happened. Whether by design or accident, her
legs began to gape a little and I was privy, from that
angle at least, to the incredibly arousing view of the
hint of curly dark pubic hair surrounding the just-
visible inward extremity of her cute pussy.
At the same time was brought on the hardest erection I
had ever had. She must surely have felt it between her
hips as I spanked her. Either way, there was no denying
the downward pressure now, as she made good use of my
knee on her clitoral area. I wasn't complaining!
A combination I suspect of the spanking and her
wriggling, had caused her top to ride upwards slightly
and the view, let me tell you, was all good news. Like
most teenage girls, she had no need of wearing a bra to
bed and this was made evident anyway as in her
wriggling, I felt her soft and obviously unprotected
breasts once in a while, against the top of my left
leg.
Convinced I could always plead temporary insanity if we
got to trial, I allowed my left hand to trace a path
beneath her shoulders and before she had time to figure
out the game plan, I just reached under, cupped her
left breast and fondled it. It was the most pleasurable
moment of my life bar none, short-lived though it was!
"No dad! Don't do that!" She sounded serious.
Interesting though I thought, she didn't actually
wriggle free or pull my hand away. I moved it
nonetheless.
"Sorry sweetie," I replied. "Just couldn't help it.
You're so beautiful you know and I love you. I guess I
just forgot myself. Please forgive me." Her little
bottom was really red now and I stopped spanking her.
She just lay across me breathing heavily. I hadn't
really thought about it up until that point but she was
I realised, naked except for her little top.
What happened next just about fried my few remaining
active brain cells. Kylie said "That's alright dad, I
love you to," as she took my hand and returning it to
her breasts held it tight against them. I had to ask
her. "Kylie... just this once and I promise never again
– would you let me hold your breasts?"
She nodded and slipping my hand beneath her top I
experienced undeniably the defining moment of my life –
well, up to that point at least! Her beautiful breasts
were perfect. I very gently held them, the palms of my
hands passing softly across her obviously hardened and
aroused nipples. I felt her wriggle on my lap. Her
pretty hair in gentle motion around her shoulders.
My right hand remained on her bottom, just gently
smoothing over the soft and now bright-red skin. It
must really have been stinging her. As I became more
adventurous fondling her breasts, holding them together
and then gently rubbing my thumb and forefinger on her
nipples I could feel her increasing arousal. I have no
doubt she could feel mine too.
"Is it really sore?" I asked quite inanely, patting her
bottom as once I did when she was a baby, to get her
off to sleep. That I have to say, being the last thing
I had in mind for her right now.
"Yes it is dad," she murmured, one hand still clasping
my hand to her breasts. She was making little gasps of
pleasure now as I manipulated first one nipple then the
other. Not wanting to break the spell, I tried to pull
her up on to my lap in a sitting position.
"Oh dad, I have to put my panties back on," she said,
covering her pussy with her hands.
"You don't have to sweetheart, but if you want to you
can," I replied, a tad irritated with myself for having
moved her.
She reached down, stretched out her arms and retrieved
her knickers while still half sitting on my lap. As she
wriggled into them, I had a final, utterly delightful
view of her cute red bum as it disappeared beneath the
soft blue material.
She was sitting back to me now and resting her head
against me as she continued to let me fondle her
breasts. I had two hands free for the job now and
slipping them back under her top, gently squeezed each
breast as I nuzzled her neck. She smelt so young and
beautiful.
"I really should go to bed dad now dad," she whispered,
"We shouldn't be doing this should we?" Thinking
desperately how to prolong this obviously never-to-be-
repeated moment, I elected to use some elementary
psychology in my answer.
"Kylie, this is just a special moment in both our
lives, one that will never happen again most likely and
can you blame me wanting to hold on to it for a while?
I love you so much and sharing this with you just gives
me a way of showing how much I love you. It might not
be what I'm supposed to do... but it is what I want to
do. Do you understand that?"
She sat there thinking and melting beneath my caresses
– I could feel her heavy breathing as I rubbed her
breasts a little harder. I kissed her neck and all but
came in my pants. Her legs spread a little, quite
involuntarily I noticed. Before she could make any
reply I said to her.
"Let me ask you one last thing Kylie. Would you let me
take your top off – only for a moment and let me see
your breasts just this once?"
I could sense her inner conflict. Trying to balance
what she thought was "right" against what she innately
wanted to do. She turned her head to me and replied.
"Oh dad, I really shouldn't but if you promise its just
one quick look... I'll let you."
I'd have promised anything... to castrate myself if
necessary! I had her stand by the chair and then I
simply reached up and pulled her top over her head as
she raised her arms for me. I'm not sure I can convey
to you quite the intimacy and wondrous beauty of that
moment. Her blushing, made it truthfully that much more
memorable.
Standing there in just her knickers, through which I
could clearly see both the outline of her pussy and the
dark curls framing it, I was just mesmerised by the
absolute symmetry and iconic design of the female form
in all its teenage perfection. I took her hands, no
premeditated intent this time, and just drew her to me
before kissing her right breast softly.
She gave out something that was a cross between a moan
and a gasp and just stared down at her body as I kissed
the other side. Then completely on auto-pilot, I leant
forward and took her left nipple in my lips and sucked
her gently. This time there was no doubt – it was a
fully fledged moan!
"N-no dad..." she half stammered, "Don't please!" Her
body language totally conflicted with this statement.
I moved base-camp to her right breast and pulled her to
me until she was sitting again on my lap. After
attending to both sides a multiplicity of times, by
which time she was laying against my arms her nipples
fully erect and her breasts thrust forward, I kissed
her full on the lips. It was the greatest kiss of my
life, erasing all before it. That she responded made it
what it was. At that moment, I loved her like none
preceding her. My daughter – maybe, but this was more.
This was true adoration and a love I simply could not
define. I didn't need to!
I have long since been an admirer of sculptured smaller
breasts... Kylie is probably a 32 B (still). They beg
to be held, caressed, kissed and loved. I did it all. I
think she sensed my love of her and my restraint. When
you think about it, sitting on a forty-something year
old man's lap in just your knickers, having your
nipples sucked, might be considered a risky proposition
for the average virgin! In the emotional condition that
I found myself that night, the risk-factor was
definitely well-founded.
I should warn the slavering reader at this juncture
that the evening did not degenerate into an orgiastic
sex-fest of incestuous groping, rape and sodomy...
that's not what this is all about in case you hadn't
noticed. If this is what you're tagging along for –
best you go read another tale of yukky sexual fiction
and emotionally ambivalent, if not fully cultureless
coupling.
All I ever wanted to do here was to share with you all
a father's incredibly loving experience with an equally
loving and beautiful young daughter. Ultimate sexual
fulfillment is emotional not physical. It regenerates,
recalls and satisfies – an orgasm dies a quick death,
it bequeaths no lasting memory.
Part II
As Kylie lay against me that night, hands at her side,
she made eye contact with me that betrayed the
multitude of emotions I knew she was experiencing.
Pleasure of course at the physical aspect – quite
subconsciously, she was supporting her own breasts now
as I gently sucked her beautiful nipples, and how hot
was that to see? Concern – that inherently what she was
doing was perhaps wrong. Betrayal to a degree – that
the person she had always relied-on and trusted was
maybe exploiting her child-like innocence. I also felt
the love she had for me.
I saw it all in those questioning pale blue eyes. I
withdrew my mouth and held her hands.
"Kylie," I said, "Sometimes we find ourselves in a
situation we had never expected to be in. This is one
such time. There isn't a right or wrong to this one and
frankly I can only be open and honest with you now."
She was sitting there looking just so innocent and
angelic, I had to give her another kiss before
continuing.
"You see? That kiss tells me how much you love me – I
can feel it. There is nothing "dirty" about this. I
respect you not just as my daughter but as the
beautiful young woman you've become. Please believe
that I will never hurt you. If social etiquette
dictates that I am not supposed to have these feelings,
well too bad – I make no apology for them."
She smiled then and took my hand.
"I know dad," she said. "And I trust you completely.
Its my own feelings I'm not so sure about."
I liked the sound of that I have to admit, but elected
to make no comment.
Then absolutely to my amazement she put her arms around
my neck and kissed me really passionately. Momentarily
stunned, albeit most pleasantly, I took hold of her
waist and eased her bottom around on my lap so that she
was facing me, legs either side. I pulled her to me
until her breasts were pressed up against my shirt and
I could plainly feel her nipples still erect as ever.
I lowered my lips to her neck just above her hairline
and kissed her a little below her left ear. She
squirmed and looked at me in that pleading way that
girls do when they are aroused.
"Oh dad... " she started to say, but I kissed her hard
on the lips once again and with my right hand very
gently began squeezing and fondling her left breast as
before. Kylie's eyes closed and I whispered to her how
much I loved her.
As we kissed, I let my hands follow the contours of her
beautiful body – down her slim waist, across her hips
and slipping my hands behind her, I cupped her bottom
cheeks and held her tight against me. I knew she must
surely feel my erection now but if she did, she made no
acknowledgment of the fact.
Holding her bottom like that was obviously arousing her
further as she began to wriggle imperceptibly, breathe
heavily and rub herself against my lower abdomen. I
left my right hand where it was and withdrew my left.
It was I figured, high-noon – nothing to lose. I put my
hand down between her legs and just rubbed the front of
her panties.
Expecting an outpouring of protest, an exit stage
right, or at the very least her dialling 911 with her
spare hand, I was not prepared for nothing happening!
She wriggled more between my kissing her but the harder
the pressure I applied to the front of her panties...
the more intense she kissed me. Using just my two
fingers, I could feel the softness of her vaginal
opening the whole way down. I knew she must be very wet
by now but as yet it hadn't penetrated the soft
material.
She pulled back her pretty head and with her hands on
my shoulders just looked at me - all innocence.
Retrieving my left hand from under her bottom I began
to knead her right breast, giving her erect nipple the
attention it so deserved. She watched my progress quite
without interruption. My right hand meanwhile travelled
due south as I slipped my fingers beneath the waistband
of her knickers. Reaching that which I sought, I felt
the wetness now... as well as the heat.
She started to say "No dad," but her heart really
wasn't in it. She knew it – I knew it. In a vertical
movement I used all four fingers to caress the length
of her wonderfully unexplored pussy (and I had no
doubts as to that score!) She moaned and just gripped
my shoulders.
I felt her shudder with the full-on arousing experience
it just had to be for her. She widened her legs and
looked at me both lovingly and sexily. I caressed her
pussy again... harder this time with one finger just
barely separating the lips the entire descent.
Pulling my hand out, I lowered it between her legs and
just gently pushing the material to one side, I pushed
a finger very carefully in between her labia but not to
any great depth. She moaned again and whispered
something that sounded like "Oh that's so nice dad!"
For a while I did no more than simply maintain a gentle
in-out motion, all the time looking at her pretty face
and kissing her lovingly.
She was getting wet to the point of a tropical
rainforest at this stage and yet I was thinking only of
her youthful beauty, how wonderful she felt, how much I
loved her and desired her... and for all that I would
have been absolutely content to go no further. In all
honesty I think it was more at her urging and unspoken
commitment that we'd gotten even this far!
For a long time now... pretty much since Kylie had
reached puberty and especially since her first period –
she was quite a late-starter at 13, I, like myriad
other fathers I suspect, absolutely dreaded the thought
of her losing her virginity.
Ostensibly to a boy such that all fathers remember with
fearful reality they themselves once were. The image of
your beautiful teenage daughter having some
inexperienced cock-wielding scum-bag ramming it up her,
is just too much to contemplate. So completely
unfounded and unreasonable really... were not we that
same very "inexperienced scumbag" at nineteen or
twenty?
I don't recall placing too much emphasis myself on a
father's feelings at that age. Just running on instinct
– if it moves and its in a skirt – you fuck it! If I
could have my time over or even go back in time, I
would apologise to every father whose worst nightmare I
totally justified. In that regard, one might view
having your own teenage daughter in years to come as
karmic payback!
I was becoming more adventurous, using two fingers now.
Kylie was breathing heavier and quite obviously
beginning to respond to my fingering, her hips moving
rhythmically to my gently dexterous thrusting. I could
feel the beginnings of resistance and knew I had
reached the hymen.
Switching tactics, I used my thumb now to set up a
vibratory pattern on her clitoris. She seemed
embarrassed by the effect it was having and made as if
to move my hand. I whispered "Its OK Kylie just let go
and let me give you the benefit of my experience. Let
me make you cum sweetie... just this once!"
I think she was about to say "You shouldn't be doing
this dad" or something similar but fortunately I think
I had her way too far down the track to even think
about the nearest exit. Feeling her build-up to that
orgasm was just an unrepeatable privilege.
Her body stiffened as the final frontier neared and on
sheer instinct her own hand dropped to her lap. As she
was gripped by what was probably a series of seismic
waves, she grasped my hand and held it hard against her
pussy. My two fingers were still inside. I felt her cum
and I kissed her as it flooded center stage.
So sensitive was she down there seconds after, she
could bear neither my fingers or her own in the
proximity of her pussy. I just held her to me and
hugged her. "That was the most beautiful moment of my
life Kylie," I truthfully admitted, aware now how
desperately needful I was of my own release.
As if reading my thoughts she replied "Oh dad... and
I'm the one has had all the pleasure!" I recall
thinking then just how much I would like to have asked
her to give me a blow-job but that I could not demean
her thus... even had she been agreeable. My erection
was actually painful, being as it was, pretty much
directly beneath her pussy. Kylie looked down and
putting her hands at my zipper uttered to my total
incredulity,
"Can I get him out dad? I've never seen or touched one
you know." I think if I had tried to answer her I would
have sounded like Barry Gibb midway through "Jive
Talking" so I simply nodded... I'm sure I blushed too.
As she unzipped me, it was my turn to gasp. She took
hold of my erection... ..not too hard to find in that
condition, and drew it out. The head was but inches
from the front of her knickers, not that I believe she
was even thinking along those lines.
Simply the contact of her small hands with that most
sensitive piece of equipment was achieving wonders both
physiologically and emotionally. Whether by instinct –
it definitely wouldn't have been by experience – or by
sheer good fortune, she began to slide her delicate
hand along the shaft experimentally. I was obliged to
tell her that if she kept that up, she could expect a
resolution the like of which she definitely wasn't
prepared for.
It seemed an opportune moment for me to tell her how I
really felt about the whole virginal thing and how
desperately unhappy such concepts had made me in the
past. She heard me out (still patting and sliding the
length of my erection) then asked "So what are you
saying dad?"
Really concentrating on her ministrations and feeling a
comfortable hive of inner activity starting up, I
wasn't sure quite how to answer her.
"I wasn't really making any particular point Kylie," I
replied, "Just that I can't bear the thought of you
losing your virginity to some dickwad."
She looked at me, the cutest little expression on her
face. "Do you want to make love to me dad? Is that what
you're trying to say?"
"Well, no its not what I was trying to say sweetie," I
replied half-choking, "but yes, of course I would like
to. I would be just so gentle and loving... something I
don't think you're going to find in anyone under 25...
what am I saying... 45! and your first time is really
important."
She sat back a little on my lap, her little breasts
jiggling as she did so. She seemed quite comfortable
being topless in my presence now. I was even more
comfortable! "Would it hurt dad?" she asked, like she
had been giving the matter quite some thought.
"Well this is where having a considerate and
understanding partner comes in sweetie," I answered
her. "Most girls say they feel some "pressure," some do
bleed a little admittedly and many say they didn't feel
anything at all. Its like childbirth I suppose -
everyone feels it differently. I know one thing though
Kylie... if it was hurting you, I would stop – I could
never bear to hurt you."
She sat there for a moment or two looking quizzically
at me yet still keeping the most pleasant of sensations
travelling the length of my erection. Then the words
surely most every father dreams of hearing. "I want you
to make love to me dad. I love you and I trust you and
I want to give you my virginity, I don't want you to
take it. I'm not ovulating, so it's a safe period dad.
We can never do this again though... you know that
don't you?"
Regrettably I had known this since that first spank but
that was OK, it could only serve to make it more
memorable.
"Oh Kylie," I whispered, "I just love you so much, I
don't know what else I can say?" I lifted her from my
lap – I doubt she weighs more than fifty-two or fifty-
three kilos. I carried her across to my bed and laid
her on it. Before anything I figured that closing and
locking the door might be a move borne out of common
sense. Highly unlikely either Natalie or Jenna would be
stirring, but why risk it?
Returning to the bed I looked down at my daughter – as
attractive a young girl as it is possible to envisage.
Lying there expectantly in just her panties, she
presented an image of such overwhelming desire that my
heart was close to needing a pacemaker. I knelt on the
bed and kissed her on the lips as she once again took
hold of my erection. Slipping my thumbs beneath her
waistband I pulled her panties down and met no
resistance this time.
She let me take them off and toss them on the floor. I
just had to kneel there taking in her complete nudity
and the utter perfection of her being. That beguiling
triangle of curly dark brown hair literally took my
breath away. I pulled her legs fractionally apart and
felt her involuntarily stiffen.
Leaning over her I kissed her hard on her tummy then
lowered my lips to her beautiful mound and kissed it.
She was wriggling her hips at this stage and breathing
heavier than even before. It all seems so long ago now.
Moving lower I kissed her gently on her pussy, feeling
the wetness and smelling that scent of youthful
femininity. It is to die for. I spread her legs wider
now and knelt between them. Even if I were to die in
the next thirty seconds I recall thinking, either
through bad luck or divine intervention – its been well
worth it to experience the last two minutes of this
life.
Little Kylie was watching my every move now, probably
with a healthy degree of trepidation. I put two fingers
at the opening – she was very wet and jumped a little
at my touch. As I placed the head of my erection right
at the entrance, I saw her stiffen again and bent over
to kiss her breasts and to just hold her hands above
her head.
I whispered to her that it would be OK and not to worry
about my hurting her. While doing this, I separated her
labia and very gently pushed inwards but a fraction and
she gave a little gasp – partly of pleasure, partly
apprehension and partly I suspect, her own desire.
Took all the time in the world getting her used to the
pressure inherent upon having a phallic intruder at the
gateway. Judging by her wetness it was definitely a
case of "so far, so good!" She was moving her hips
visibly, as I came across the lowered boom-gates.
Never having actually deflowered a virgin Kylie's age
(my wife was one, but at 20 pretty much all the hymen
had crumbled to ruin, probably courtesy of my
fingers... or even her own) I wasn't sure whether the
best approach was to use C4 and then push through it on
full power, or to just increase the pressure until
entry was effected.
I tested the waters by pushing in a little harder.
Kylie clung to me and said "I can take it dad... keep
going!" But seconds later I knew it was hurting her
badly despite her braveness.
"Please dad, I really want you to do it," she said, not
far short of tears I suspected. Having in mind
additionally that if I didn't, someone else probably
would with far less gentility too. Thus I pulled a
pillow across and set it beneath her bottom, elevating
her pussy, I also spread her legs more and positioned
myself closer to her. This time I held both her arms,
kissed her and pushed in with increasing pressure. She
clung to me and I felt the hymen "give" marginally.
Tears came to her pretty eyes and I knew I had to do it
then or not at all. She gave a cry of what must have
been real pain but I was through and I pushed deeply
into her. The sudden awareness of what I was doing to
my own daughter catalysed my emotions – I was
functioning now purely on emergency over-ride and the
need to fill her pussy to overflowing drove me to new
levels of penetrative delight.
For her, the pleasure obviously outweighed the pain
after several seconds as she lost her "reluctance" and
bore my full weight, drawing her knees up and thrusting
upwards with her own hips. I knew it would be the
greatest cum I had ever had and I wasn't far wrong.
It wasn't a case of her screaming out "fuck me dad" or
even me shouting "I'm coming," it was simply all over
very quietly. She knew I was about to cum and she just
whispered at that second "I love you daddy" as her
vaginal muscles instinctively gripped me internally.
Nothing at that second could have made me hotter. She
gasped as I filled her and then I noticed a few tears
forming. There had been some blood loss and I asked her
had I hurt her badly?
She just lay there with me on top of her and said not
to worry it was all just very emotional for her but
that she had loved it. I then simply pulled the covers
over us and she slept with me that night fully naked.
How many times must I have woken up during the night
holding her in my arms and then just feeling the urge
to suckle her gently until she stirred in her sleep? I
must be honest, I made love to her again early the next
morning before the others awoke.
Putting aside the sexual delights however and never was
there a more willing student - take my word for it,
neither of us for one moment lost sight of the
incorruptible bond of love we shared during the entire
episode. I have never had an experience to match it,
before or since.
Exactly what her concentration levels were at school
that day one can only surmise. With cum trickling out
of her pussy for most of the morning I imagine, she
must have been majorly distracted at times.
Since that wondrous night, it never happened again
despite both inclination and opportunity. Why? I'll
tell you why! Because there can never again be any need
to. It remains what it was WHEN it was. The most loving
of events whose memory would forever be sullied by its
repetition. Kylie knows this and the only reminder of
that night is that once in a while she kisses me on the
lips in passing and simply whispers "I'll always love
you dad!"
For my part, I can never again fret over time spent
with any boyfriend. No lover or husband even, can take
away from her that which she has already given to me.
But Oh, how I look at little Jenna now and just
imagine?
END
Author's Note: This recollection was penned several
months BEFORE the events of "Forget Harper Valley PTA"
... just to set in place the continuity and in case any
of you were wondering.
© Peter_Pan 2004 http://www.lulu.com/content/106537
Autobiography at: http://www.lulu.com/content/74426
Other Stories at: http://www.lulu.com/content/166938
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a
fellow convict in their local prison.
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