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Me And My Father
by Cute Pussy (cutepussy@hotmail.co.uk)
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When I was a young girl I was a late developer but with
my step-father's love and encouragement I caught up
quickly. (Mf, ped, inc, exh, oral)
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As a girl I was always very petite and looked much
younger than my actual years. I was always very much a
plain-jane, I'd never been a popular girl but I had one
or two good friend's, I was never a girl who the boy's
were interested in and when it came to puberty I was
the last of my peers to undergo the usual changes, this
lead to me becoming first of all shy and then later
quite withdrawn.
My story really begins when I was seven years old, my
mother got married and for the first time in my life I
had a father.
I really grew to love this man who had all the time in
the world for me. Whilst some memories of this time are
vague others are very clear. Before she married my
mother never had much money, birthday's and Christmas
were always a disappointment to me. Whilst I know now
that my mother did her best form me I always seemed to
get second best, the slightly cheaper alternative, one
thing OR the other never both.
My new father would buy me the best, the one I really
wanted plus anything else plus a surprise.
I also grew physically close to my new father, I would
sit on his knee a great deal as I remember, we would
wrestle and I would very often finish up with my sides
aching from laughing when he tickled me. In short he
wasn't just a father to me he was also my best friend.
Our relationship began to change when I was about 13 or
14, I had become a very miserable child in that my late
and slow development had made me something of an object
of ridicule and even some of my so called good friends
preferred not to be associated with me. My mother was
far from sympathetic with my plight but my father was
always ready to cuddle and comfort me, 'love me better'
as he put it. Of course at that age I couldn't bring
myself to tell him what was causing my distress.
Then one day my mother was out and as usual I had been
tormented by some of the local kids resulting in me
going home sobbing, as usual my father was there and
was ready to comfort me, this time however when he
asked the cause of my distress I opened up to him,
between sobs I told him how I was the butt of every
joke and jibe from all the local kids because of my
small stature and even more so because of my flat chest
and even that I hadn't started menstruating.
He held me close until I calmed down and stopped
crying, he then stood me up in front of him whilst he
sat in his chair he held my hands, he didn't say
anything for a while and then I began to realise that
he was looking at my chest. As I realised this he began
to speak, he was still looking directly at my chest and
what he said made me blush violently.
He said that I had just begun to develop a lovely
little pair of tits, he still had hold of my hands but
was not holding me, he pulled me slightly first one way
and then the other in order to see my chest in profile.
He was very calm and spoke softly he asked me if I'd
started to wear a bra, which I'm sure now that he
already knew the answer to, I did my best not to begin
crying again but had to stifle my sobs as I told him
that I hadn't.
He was still looking at my chest in profile as he let
go of my left hand and raised his right hand, it seemed
to hover for ages just millimetres from the front of my
shirt, he then looked into my eye's and asked if I
minded, I couldn't bring myself to respond so he asked
again this time asking if I minded him having a little
feel at my lovely little tits.
I think I must have become quite indignant at this and
told him he could have a feel at anything he wanted.
His huge hand came to rest very firmly yet very gently
on the right hand side of my chest.
Now several of the local lads had groped me in the past
and the experience had not been pleasant, this was very
different my father wasn't rough, he wasn't caressing
my chest but the way he touched me sent a tingle
through my budding nipple and down my young body until
it reached my pussy.
My father reassured me that within six month's I would
have a beautiful pair of tits, he continued that they
wouldn't necessarily be very large but he again made me
blush violently when he added that what he couldn't get
in his mouth would be wasted anyway.
I began to feel a whole lot better about myself after
this incident and started to think about my father in a
different light. Nothing much changed on the surface
but I began to long for the feeling of his touch again,
I would still sit on his knee and we would still
wrestle but that wasn't the same sort of contact.
It was maybe a month later that I was alone with him
again, I had indeed begun to develop much more by this
time and I so much wanted him to notice this so I
changed into an old tee shirt which by this time was
two sizes too small for me, stretched across my
developing breasts they really seemed to take shape.
My father was reading when I entered the room, I walked
over and stood directly in front of him as I had done
when the previous incident had happened, as he looked
up I glanced down at my chest then back into his eye's,
he then looked down at my chest, I turned first one way
then the other in order to show my budding tits off in
profile and thrust them forward as much as possible. My
father watched this little display of mine before
saying that he'd told me so, he hadn't reacting as I'd
hoped he would however.
He wore glasses to read and was just looking over the
top of them at me, he even glance back down at his
book. He then closed it and removed his glasses; my
heart was in my mouth as I hoped he would again ask if
I minded him having a feel, I even edged closer to him.
He was now looking more closely at my budding boobs.
He appeared to consider for a moment or two then said
something which again brought the colour to my cheeks,
he said that he knew that as girls developed their
nipples became quite puffy for a while. He said that
whilst mine looked puffy they also appeared to be quite
erect as a woman's became when she was sexually
aroused, he paused then looked into my eyes and asked
me quite matter of fact if I was sexually aroused.
I didn't even know what he meant, I knew I wanted him
to touch my little titties again but I didn't think
that that was sexual arousal. He realised that I was at
a loss but he then continued, he said that as my body
changed then so did my hormones, adding that in some
cultures girls of my age were already sexually active,
married and even mothers themselves. This was far from
what I'd hoped for. He paused for what seemed an age.
My father then sat slightly more forward in his chair,
my heart began to race in the hope that he was going to
touch me, he was looking much more closely at my buds
by now, he looked up into my eyes and I couldn't help
myself I said that I didn't mind if he wanted to touch
me again, he smiled and said, "You really are in a
state of arousal," he paused again before going on to
say that he'd actually intended to ask me if he could
have a proper look at my lovely little tits. This
rocked me back on my heels and I froze, he waited
patiently for me to regain my senses before asking me
if I'd mind slipping my tee shirt off and letting him
have a proper look.
This wasn't what I'd had in mind either but I still
hoped he would touch me so I coyly began to raise my
tee shirt, he stopped me momentarily and said that I
could just lift my tee shirt up if I preferred rather
than taking it off but after he'd said this I hoisted
it up and off in one smooth movement.
My head was spinning, I was standing topless in front
of my father allowing him to examine my budding young
titties, I got goose bumps all over as he gently took
my right hand in his left and turned me first one way
then the other. Then the moment I'd been waiting for;
his right hand came up and began to hover I could feel
it's warmth although he wasn't touching me yet. I edged
forward and at the same time he began to ask if I
minded, I had brought my tit into contact with his hand
rather than he touching me but the touch was the same
only heightened by the fact that there was nothing
between my throbbing nipple and his hand.
My father then told me that I was indeed in a state of
sexual arousal and suggested that I go upstairs and
take a long leisurely bath paying particular attention
to my tits and pussy.
I wasn't shocked, I didn't even blush I just did as he
said, I'd masturbated before and knew that that was
exactly what he was telling me to do, I thought about
him and his electrically charged touch as I brought
myself off but didn't consider how I would feel
afterwards when I had to face him again.
I avoided been alone with my father after this incident
for sometime, it was probably another couple of months
before the next incident which I again brought about. I
got up late one morning; I knew my mother would be out
as it had been discussed the evening before.
My body was indeed developing fast by now, my hips were
broadening and my tits now had some proper shape and
were a bit more substantial, I even had a thin covering
of downy pubic hair. I was also feeling really horny.
I had been awake most of the night debating what to
wear in order to gain a good reaction from my father, I
had considered being topless, just wearing my tiniest
panties, even total nudity and had decided on the later
but in the cold light of day I had to reconsider.
I eventually went down stairs wearing a bikini which I
hadn't worn for over two years, naturally it fitted
were it touched and it didn't touch much the miniscule
top left my titties well on show and as for the bottom,
it was much smaller than even the smallest of my
panties.
I walked into the kitchen to find my father washing up,
he had his back to me and I'd asked him if he thought
it was about time I had a new swim suit before he'd
even seen me, he continued what he was doing but asked
if I was talking about my yellow bikini, I told him I
was and asked him if he thought it was just a bit small
for me now. He considered for a moment before replying
that it probably wouldn't fit me too well now. He still
hadn't seen me so I asked him to judge for himself.
With this he turned around.
He smirked all over his face as he said, "You'll get
both me and your mum locked up if you go out in public
in that." He then told me to take it off and he'd have
a word with my mum later about a new one. Now I know
he'd intended for me to go up to my room to take it off
but as I'd already considered and decided on allowing
my father to see me naked I quickly unfastened the tie
fastenings and walked over to the rubbish bin to throw
the bikini away.
It was at this point that my father realised what I'd
done, he didn't break off from washing the pots
however, in fact he hardly batted an eyelid. He looked
sideways at me and asked if I was going to give him a
hand and dry the pots. I suppose in his way he was
calling my bluff.
I did just as he asked, we stood side by side at the
kitchen sink me naked him fully clothed whilst we did
the washing up. Naturally he was finished before I was
and after drying his hands he sat down at the kitchen
table, I eventually finished and after putting away all
the clean pots and cutlery I was brave enough to stand
facing him and gauge his reaction better.
He looked me up and down before saying in his calm way
that I was now developing into an attractive young
woman. I'd rehearsed in my mind everything I wanted to
say and do but now found myself at a loss as to how to
begin. So I just stood there and let him look.
He sensed that there was more to come although he did
nothing to help me at first. I eventually blurted out a
question; I asked him if he thought my tits had really
come on nicely, now he began to help. He said that not
only had my tits come on very nicely but so had the
rest of my body. There was a pause before he said that
he was delighted to see I was no longer ashamed of my
body and the changes it was undergoing. Another pause
during which I tried nonchalantly to draw his attention
to my pussy by casually brushing a hand across my
pubes, he eventually continued saying and your young
pussy looks wonderful with its fine growth.
I'd been determined not to blush at anything he said,
but moments later he said he thought that this time it
was his turn to take a long leisurely bath. The thought
of my father masturbating after seeing my naked made my
face turn properly scarlet. He stood up and I realised
he did in fact have a huge bulge in the front of his
trousers.
As he turned sideways to go toward the door it was even
more apparent and I blurted out the question, asking
him if I could see IT. He stopped in his tracks, looked
me up and down again before he calmly turned to face me
and invited me to help myself. I was so shocked at the
fact that I'd asked let alone the fact that he'd agreed
and told me to help myself that I couldn't move.
He walked towards me, he was a big man and towered over
me, his bulge was at the same height as my throbbing
nipples. He stopped about a foot away from me and with
my hands trembled as I raised them to within
millimetres of his huge bulge. I was about to chicken
out when the bulge itself seemed to pulsate. I had one
hand around it and was trying to find his zip with the
other he whispered to me to be gentle with him and as
he said it he began to laugh.
I was much calmer now and after finding his zipper I
looked up into his eyes as I eased it slowly down. His
erection seemed to uncoil from within its nest as the
zip was lowered, it was pointing directly at me, it was
purple and thick veins bulged along the sides. The huge
helmet tip with its gash appeared to be wet and a white
watery looking liquid seemed to be welling up inside.
As I looked at his huge throbbing cock my father
unfastened his belt and his trousers which slid down
over his hips easily, he didn't wear underpants, that
was the thought that was going through my mind he
doesn't wear underpants.
I stepped forward I'd no idea about tit fucking but I
knew I wanted to feel that huge hot poker against my
nipples I held it gingerly in my right hand and began
to rub it all over my chest concentrating on my tits
and especially my nipples. My left hand went down to my
pussy and I began to frig myself off as I had never
done before, suddenly I wanted to taste it, my mouth
opened and I bowed my head to try but then hesitated,
my father's voice from above told me to carry on it was
alright if that's what I wanted.
I licked at him nervously, salty I thought, but then it
was in my mouth, I ran my tongue around it, I closed my
mouth around it, I sucked, I nibbled, I sucked some
more. My father stepped back a little his hand replaced
mine he began to rub his cock and the white liquid
became more creamy, thicker and then began to shoot
out, it went all over my face, my tits in my hair, it
ran down my belly and I began to rub it into firstly my
tits, then my belly and then my pussy.
My father appeared to shrink momentarily, then suddenly
he picked me up spinning me round he kicked a chair
over then lay me on my back on the kitchen table, he
spread my legs and buried his face between them, his
hot tongue made my pussy surrender to it's power as he
licked a bored with it. Moments later my body began to
convulse as my own orgasm overtook me.
As I lay there staring at the ceiling my father
collapsed onto a chair his head still between my legs,
I managed to first sit up and then release myself. I
stood beside him and kissed him on his slightly balding
head, he sat up and breathed heavily his trousers were
still around his ankles and his now limp cock lay
dribbling over the edge of the chair. I fell to my
knees and tasted it once more sucking the last few
drops of his lovely cum into my mouth.
My father quickly recovered and led me upstairs his
calm voice telling me we would both have to get cleaned
up, but I didn't want to get cleaned up I wanted his
spunk to stay on my body it's aroma lingering all day.
He led me to the bathroom and ran the bath while he
himself stripped off the rest of his clothes. We were
now both naked and in close proximity, when the bath
was ready he again picked me up this time lowering me
gently into the warm soapy water, my father then began
to bathe me as he had told me to bathe. He paid
particular attention to my titties and pussy, I had
three more orgasms before my bath was over and then it
was my turn to bathe my father.
His cock didn't get as hard as it had been before but
it grew thicker and longer as I soaped him all over. I
wanted to make him cum again but he told me it would
take him a bit longer before he could manage it again.
We each got wrapped in a towel and I had barely gotten
safely into my bedroom before I heard my mother
downstairs, whether she suspected anything or not I've
no idea, I doubt it very much but for some reason
shortly after this she seemed to be there less and less
and we always knew approximately when she would be
home.
My father and I indulged in many sexual adventures and
as time went by we even managed to take a few holidays
together without my mother, my father was in fact
rather kinky and asked my to do all manor of things, he
especially liked to watch me seduce other older men.
One of his great favorites is when we're out together
he'll ask me at totally inappropriate times to show him
my cute pussy, he still never wears underpants and
expects me to be pantieless at all times in order that
I can do this.
I often wonder if he asks the same things with my
mother and I suspect he does, although the thought of
my mother hoisting up her skirt in a cafe or pub or
park are quite mind blowing. And I seriously doubt that
she'd ever consider seducing another man for him.
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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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