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Not a Slut
by Bingo Flannigan (bingo.flannigan@gmail.com)

***

After a teenage girl's younger sister has a sexual 
awakening, she finds it difficult to remain innocent. 
When she starts finding mysterious stains on her 
panties, her pervy father makes it doubly so. (Mmff, 
ped, reluc, inc, bi, 1st, mast, oral, preg)

***

I walked up the driveway toward my front door and 
peeked into the garage to see if my dad's car was 
still there. The garage was empty outside of the rest 
of my mom's boxes, so I knew he must have left early 
for his late shift at the station. I opened the front 
door and saw that my sister Elle had already gotten 
home and kicked her shoes off inside the door. 
Sighing, I put them on the rack then took mine off 
and put them beside hers. 

I walked down the hallway and opened the door to our 
room, knowing exactly what I would find: she was 
sitting in front of her webcam without any pants or 
underwear, legs spread wide open and a hairbrush 
sticking out of her little shaved vagina, 
masturbating for a boy. Again.

Ever since Elle had hit puberty, she'd been acting 
like a huge slut. Well, as much of a slut as a virgin 
can be, I guess. None of the guys in her school 
thought of her sexually because she was a tomboy and 
had short hair and was still flat-chested. Still, she 
had been constantly trying to tell me about her sex 
dreams and her crushes and fantasies, but every time 
I would tell her that I didn't want to hear that kind 
of pervy thing and shut her up. But things had 
changed after she started looking at porno websites 
online.

About a week before she'd discovered a website where 
guys on webcams would ask to see her naked and do 
things to herself. Because we shared a room I had to 
sit by and try to ignore it when she chatted with 
them, but it was hard to ignore some things. On the 
first night she put a Sharpie inside her vagina and 
butt and pushed it in and out. On the second night 
one of the guys convinced her to pop her own cherry 
with a hairbrush. 

After that she was hooked, and she was on it all the 
time when our dad wasn't home, masturbating for the 
guys and practicing sucking on hairbrushes and 
carrots like she was giving oral sex. It was kind of 
gross, but mostly just surprising because only a few 
months before she had been just as innocent as me.

Unlike her, I wasn't a slut. I was maybe the furthest 
thing you could get from a slut. I had never 
masturbated once, and I'd never been penetrated by 
anything. I even opted for pads when I got my period 
so I wouldn't have to put anything inside me. It 
wasn't that I was a prude, it's just that I didn't 
see the point to any of it. Someday maybe I would get 
a boyfriend and have to do sex stuff, but at 15 I 
knew that was going to be a long ways off.

"...Now fuck yourself with it," the guy on the webcam 
said as I closed the door, trying to sneak to my side 
of the room without being seen on the camera. 

Elle complied and started to push the hairbrush in 
and out. She let out a small moan bit her lip. "Is 
that good? I'm still new to this..."

The guy just moaned in response. "Yeah, baby, that's 
good. I'm almost there. Tell me what you want."

"I want you to cum all over me. My wet little tight 
virgin pussy wants your cum all over it. Please. 
Please cum for me."

I tried to avoid the screen with my eyes, knowing 
that the guy was probably just jacking off on the 
other side, but he surprised me when he asked "Who's 
that in the room with you?" between grunts.

"My sister," Elle said nonchalantly as she continued 
to masturbate with the hairbrush, now making 
squelching sounds and she sped up her pace.

"That's hot. You two ever, you know, eat each other 
out? Finger each other?"

Gross! But Elle just shook her head. "No, I've never 
been with a girl before either. And she's scared of 
sex so she wouldn't let me anyway."

"You should try, in my experience all girls are wet 
for it. Just take your--"

I walked over to her desk and slammed down the lid of 
the computer. "Clean up your side of the floor, it's 
so messy in here." 

She looked at me angrily, hairbrush still inside her. 
"What did you do that for! Now it disconnected. He 
was so hot, and he was 19. God!" She sat back in her 
chair and slowly slid the brush out of her, putting 
it on top of her laptop lid.

"You can't spend all day masturbating," I said, 
picking up a pile of her clothes. "And I'm not scared 
of sex, I just don't want to have it."

"You should really try fingering yourself some time, 
it feels really good. Or you can use my hairbrush if 
you want."

"No thanks."

I carried her clothes to the bathroom that connected 
our bedroom to our dad's. Using my elbow I switched 
on the light and marched over to the hamper and 
pushed down on the pedal, opening the lid. Full! I 
signed and dropped Elle's clothes on the ground next 
to it, but just as I was about to close the lid I 
noticed something weird: right on the top of the 
dirty clothes hamper was the pair of underwear that I 
had worn the previous day, but there was a big wet 
spot right in the middle of them.

I poked my head out of the bathroom and stared 
straight at Elle. Who knows that that little weirdo 
was up to! "Were you in the bathroom earlier?" I 
asked in a huff.

"No, why?" She looked at me quizzically. "I came 
right to my computer when I got home." She was 
telling the truth.

I frowned. "Never mind. Just make sure you don't mess 
with my stuff." I looked back into the bathroom and 
walked over to the hamper and opened the lid again, 
looking at my underwear. I shook my head. Must have 
been an accident. Maybe Dad had knocked them onto the 
floor when he was in a rush out the door. I pushed 
all the clothes down, picked up my sister's things 
and put them on top, then got ready for bed.

***

The next day, I got the shock of my life after coming 
home from school. When I walked into our room, I 
didn't see Elle in front of the computer again, I saw 
her down on her knees with a guy's thing in her 
mouth! I stopped for second, frozen, not sure what to 
do. The guy just looked back straight at me in shock 
and involuntarily pulled my sister's head into his 
crotch. Her eyes went wide as he went halfway into 
her mouth and he groaned, tensing his butt. She 
gagged and her cheeks suddenly puffed out as she 
coughed, sending white stuff spurting out of her 
mouth and running down her chin and dripping onto her 
stomach and crotch.

I quickly turned around and ran out into the hallway, 
slamming the door behind me and pushing myself up 
against the far wall. My face was bright, bright red. 
"Elle! What are you doing!"

A few seconds later Elle opened the door, her shirt 
still lifted above her bra and nothing on her 
bottoms. Her face was covered in semen! Behind her 
was the guy with his pants still around his ankles, 
grinning like crazy. His skin was dark and he was 
muscular, but I quickly looked away when I realized 
his thing was hanging out and dripping sperm all over 
our carpet. Elle took a step into the hallway and 
closed the door behind her, wiping her mouth. 

"Sorry, I thought I could finish before you got 
home."

"Who the heck is that!" I yelled, pointing back.

Elle grinned a huge smile. "He's hot, right? His 
name's John. I met him online, I posted to see if 
anyone wanted to take a virgin. He was the only guy 
under 40 to respond, but said he wanted to give me 
blowjob lessons first and only take my virginity if 
I'm good."

I looked through the crack of the door and saw him 
getting dressed. "...How old is he, Elle?"

"23." She looked back over her shoulder. "But if he 
asks tell him I'm 15, okay?" She whispered.

I frowned. This was not what I expected when Elle 
started going sex crazy. Sure, she'd been acting like 
a slut, but now it looked like she was actually 
becoming a real-life one. "Should you be doing this 
with a guy almost twice your age? Is that dangerous?"

She laughed at me and rolled her eyes as she started 
wiping her face off with her shirt. "Just don't tell 
Dad, okay? I finally got a boy to be interested in 
me, don't fuck this up for me."

I bit my lip. "Well get him out of here, okay?" I 
don't want to have to check if you're going to have 
some guy's, you know, thing in your mouth every time 
before I come home."

"I'll make sure he and his cock are gone by three 
tomorrow."

I went and sat in the living room until John came out 
of her room. Gross! I couldn't believe my little 
sister would want to do something like that. Put a 
guy's thing in her mouth and suck it? I couldn't 
fathom why anyone would want to do that. And I didn't 
see what the hurry was, anyway. Last week she was 
looking at them for the first time on the internet, 
and now she had to have one in her mouth?

"Hey."

I looked up from my phone at the guy's face as he 
walked into the living room. He was handsome, with 
short hair and dimples, and he was smiling down at 
me. "Thanks for being cool about this."

I just nodded and stared down at my phone, trying to 
ignore him and hoping that my cheeks weren't still 
red.

"Okay, suit yourself. But next time if you want to 
watch, just ask. Or join in!" He laughed and walked 
to the front door. I tried to shoot him a dirty look, 
but he didn't turn back before closing the door 
behind him. Join in! He must have thought I was a 
bigger slut than my sister. I decided to come home 20 
minutes late the next day just to avoid him.

***

On that third day, I was fuming.

"Was that guy here earlier?"

"Yeah, why?"

"What did you two do?"

"I just gave him another blowjob. He tried to show me 
how to get deeper this time. I almost got all the way 
once before I gagged and--"

"Ugh, spare me the details! I just wanted you to know 
that your pervert boyfriend just... you know, just 
did himself into my underwear!"

She looked at me like I was crazy. "You think he 
jerked off into your panties?"

In one hand I held my underwear from the two days 
before, and with my other hand I threw over the pair 
I had just found in the hamper, which landed across 
her knees. She picked them up and examined the 
crotch, bringing it closer to her face. Suddenly she 
stuck her tongue out of her mouth, leaned forward, 
and licked at the wet spot.

"Elle!" I yelled at her, incredulous. She'd licked my 
underwear, right in the crotch!

She stared at me. "What? I needed to check."

"...And? What do you have to say for him?"

"Well it definitely tastes like cum, but it's not 
John's. He was with me the whole time. He had to wait 
in his car until Daddy left, then rushed right into 
the room and into my mouth. He never left my sight!"

I stomped over to her and snatched the spermy 
underwear out of her hands. "Well someone did it. 
That's the third day in a row it happened."

"What? But John wasn't here two days ago." She paused 
and thought for a second. "It was probably Daddy."

I had to let out a laugh. "Dad? Why would Dad do that 
into my underwear? You're the pervert around here, 
not him."

Elle shrugged. "Maybe he just ran out of toilet paper 
when he had to cum. Or maybe he wants to have sex 
with you."

I just rolled my eyes. "I'm sure. Just... make sure 
you keep an eye on your boyfriends, okay? I don't 
want those perverts going through my stuff."

I went into the bathroom and threw my underwear back 
into the hamper. I looked around the hamper and up at 
the ceiling to see if anything could have dripped on 
them, or if anything else was wet. Not seeing 
anything, another thought crept into my mind. I 
grabbed all of the clothes out of the hamper and 
sorted all the panties out from everything else. One-
by-one I went through and checked the crotch for 
each. On every single pair of my underwear there was 
a dry, crusted residue right inside toward the front. 
And none on Elle's!

It was strange. If it was semen, as Elle said, then 
it would have to be a guy doing it, and only doing it 
to my underwear. Maybe there had been a pervy repair 
man in during the day and Dad just didn't mention it. 
Or one of Dad's weird friends. Or maybe it was all a 
mistake, a misunderstanding that I'd laugh at later.

But I had to know.

***

The next day I made an excuse to get out of afternoon 
gym, and told a little white lie to my history 
teacher to make her think I was supposed to leave 
early. I wasn't usually one to lie, but I'd earned 
enough trust from my teachers over the years that 
once couldn't hurt. Which is how I found myself 
hiding in my closet in the middle of the afternoon as 
Dad was waking up from crashing after his night 
shift.

It didn't take him long to head to the bathroom from 
the adjoining door in his room. He was in his boxers 
and socks and I held my breath to see if he would 
close the door to my room, but luckily with him being 
used to having an opposite schedule to his daughters, 
he didn't bother. After brushing his teeth and 
shaving, he turned around and looked at the hamper. 
He lifted up the lid and looked right at my underwear 
from yesterday that I had placed right on top of the 
pile. He smiled and picked them up, running his 
finger over them. It was true! It was Dad doing it. 
But why?

He held them up to his nose and inhaled deeply. My 
mouth was agape, but it didn't prepare me for what 
was next: Dad slipped his tongue out of his mouth and 
licked the crotch, only unlike Elle the day before, 
he was trying to taste ME!

I had to put my hands over my eyes when I saw him 
slip his boxers down to the floor. He had a hard-on! 
From licking MY underwear. I peeked through my 
fingers and saw him stroke his thing slowly, then 
after a minute speed up. It wasn't as big as John's 
was, but it was just as intimidating to me, who 
probably couldn't fit more than my little finger 
inside myself if I wanted to try. 

After a few minutes, he placed my underwear back on 
the hamper, then lined the head up with the crotch 
and he started moaning as his thing started twitching 
until his sperm splattered onto them. When he was 
done, he closed the lid, turned on the shower, and 
started getting ready for work. I just slid down to 
the floor in shock.

What did this mean? Was Elle right? Did Dad want to 
have sex with me? My first thought was to tell her, 
to ask here what I should do. But I shook the thought 
away. I couldn't tell Elle. She would probably just 
tell me to have sex with him, or worse yet, would get 
jealous and try to have sex with him herself. That's 
just what I needed, a pregnant younger sister making 
me do everything for her!

I didn't want to believe it, but I had just seen him 
do it, right there in the bathroom. He had laid out 
my underwear flat, aimed his thing at the crotch, and 
masturbated onto right where my vagina touches. His 
thing had stiffened and bulged as he grunted and 
wiped off his sperm onto the crotch of MY underwear. 

Why? My mind raced. Most likely, he was just 
pretending they were the underwear of some other 
woman, that was it. And he just missed being able to 
put his thing inside of someone. But if that were the 
case, why was it only in my panties and not in 
Elle's? And why did he lick them before he did it? 
Could it mean that he was actually thinking of ME?? 
Could MY dad want to take my VIRGINITY? Could it mean 
he was actually imagining ejaculating INSIDE me and 
knocking me up?

My mind started spinning with that last one. A few 
days ago I had never even imagined that a boy could 
be interested in me, and now I was considering the 
possibility that someone - my own father! - might 
want to put his thing inside me, get his sperm into 
me, and make a baby in my stomach. Me! I thought that 
only ever happened to sluts, and I had never gone on 
a date, I'd never been kissed, and I'd never even had 
a boy flirt with me, as far as I could tell. 
Certainly nobody had ever told me I was sexy. And 
never had I even thought about going on the pill!

If a pervert looked at me, would he just see a hole? 
An anonymous vagina just there for pleasure, 
regardless of the consequences? Or could someone 
actually find ME appealing sexually? I almost always 
went out of my way to wear high-necked tops and long 
skirts, so none of the boys at school had noticed me 
yet. At least, certainly not in the way that they had 
the other girls, who constantly complained about how 
horny their boyfriends were and how they always tried 
to stick it in anything that moved. But what about a 
divorced 42 year old dad? Maybe he was desperate 
enough to look at his oldest daughter and just see a 
hole. Maybe his biological urge to want to ejaculate 
into a woman's vagina was just too strong. Maybe...

I heard the front door slam shut and Dad's car pull 
out of the garage, heading off to work. I stood up 
and opened my closet, walking over to my side of the 
room in a bit of a daze. I looked into my mirror at 
myself, trying to figure out what someone would see 
in me.

I lifted up my shirt and slipped off my bra, pushed 
my skirt and underwear down to the floor, then sat 
down on the edge of my bed and looked into the 
mirror, trying to see myself as a horny old man 
might. My skin was pale and smooth, but speckled with 
moles across my body and freckles on my shoulders. 
I'd always thought of them as imperfections, as ugly 
blotches, but looking now I could maybe see how to 
someone else they might look cute, like little polka 
dots sprinkled across my skin.

I followed a line of freckles down my shoulder to my 
small breasts. They were still A-cups, but they'd 
grown quite a bit over the past year. They were 
completely white and turned upward at the nipples, 
which were also small. They certainly weren't much to 
look at, at least not compared to half the girls I 
knew who always complained about their backs. I'd 
heard guys in my class talking about breast size 
before, and knew I didn't have anything they 
desperately wanted to see, comparatively. Though I 
did once hear a guy say that "more than a handful is 
a waste", but I wasn't quite sure if mine counted as 
a handful yet. I actually think they looked like a 
perfect size for my body.

I ran my hands alongside my breasts and downward 
toward my stomach. I was thin, but that didn't stop 
me from having a little belly that made a small bump 
when I sat. My hips had widened since I'd hit 
puberty, but I'd never given them much thought 
outside of having to buy new jeans. Would a dirty old 
man look at them and call them baby-making hips? I 
certainly didn't have a bubble butt to go with them, 
and I knew that guys liked those. I ran my hands over 
my hips and across my thighs, soft and smooth. 
Between my legs I could just see my pubic hair poking 
out - or "bush", as my sister called it when she made 
fun of me for not wanting to shave.

I slowly spread my legs to look at myself. I'd never 
really examined my vagina before, at least not in 
detail. My curly hair grew in a small patch on my 
crotch, and down around on the sides next to my 
labia. Unlike with Elle's shaved vagina, I could 
barely see the pinkness poking through, obscured by 
the hair around it. I ran my hand from my thigh 
through my pubes, feeling their softness as they 
curled around my fingers and stopped when my fingers 
were on both sides. I took a deep breath and slowly 
spread my vagina for the first time, opening it up 
and exposing it to the world.

I giggled at how ridiculous I looked; an awkward 15 
year old trying to pose like she was a porn star. I 
was about to take my hand away, but stopped and asked 
myself again what a horny old man might see. If he 
was just looking for a place to put his thing, would 
he look at what I was showing and really think of it 
as any worse than a girl in a Playboy?

I had seen porn images a few times. Once in a Playboy 
my sister had found, and a couple of times on the 
internet when they popped up by accident. A few times 
I'd caught glimpses of something Elle looked at on 
the computer. But those women had all been shaved 
completely smooth, and they were always wet in 
between their labia, just like Elle was when she was 
in front of her computer. Mine certainly wasn't wet 
and it had never been shaved once. I didn't have any 
reason to! But knowing how horny guys were, I 
shrugged and decided that at least someone would 
think that one vagina is as good as another and want 
to put it in mine regardless.

The last thing left was my face. I was not hot. Cute, 
definitely, but I didn't look anything like the sexy 
women in movies or TV. And certainly not like some of 
the girls at school who I knew had gotten their 
cherries popped years before. I had round cheeks, and 
a small button nose. My eyes were big and green, and 
definitely had an innocent look to them. My bangs 
framed my face, and I wore a black headband behind 
them to push back my long, straight brown hair. I 
stared into my own eyes for a moment, then gazed back 
down over every inch of my body.

Taking everything into account, I tried to decide if 
anybody could see me as a sexual object. I was a girl 
with about a handful of breasts, a cute face, and a 
spread vagina that, admittedly, had gotten a little 
wet after being open for a minute. For a moment I 
could see that it almost started to look like the 
vaginas of the slutty Playboy girls. Was it true? 
Could a guy really be interested in putting his thing 
into ME?

Before I could answer myself, I heard the door slam 
downstairs as Elle came back from school. I hurriedly 
put on my plain white bra and was about to grab a 
fresh pair of white panties from my drawer, but 
reconsidered and grabbed the black ones instead. I 
slid them on, but just as the crotch pulled up onto 
my slightly damp labia the thought occurred to me: 
had my dad jacked off into this pair before? Was 
there sperm there just a few days before?

Elle walked into the room and jumped, surprised to 
see me. "What are you doing home so early?"

"I... was sick." She nodded and set her backpack down 
next to her bed. "Is your pervert boyfriend coming 
today?"

"Ugh, no, don't remind me. He's making me wait for a 
week so I get really horny before he pops me."

I nodded, then bit my lip. "Elle, can I ask you 
something?" She nodded. "Why do you shave your 
vagina?"

"Why do you call it that? You're like a child. 
Everyone else just says 'pussy.' Or 'cunt,' if you're 
feeling slutty," she giggled.

"Never mind." I frowned. I guess I was a little silly 
to use the anatomical term. I thought it over in my 
head. Pussy. Pussy. Maybe it didn't sound as dirty as 
I thought. But I wouldn't be saying cunt anytime 
soon!

***

That night, I stayed up late waiting for my dad to 
get in. When I heard the car pull into the garage, I 
went to the laundry room and got the latest underwear 
from the hamper. Dad was in the kitchen, eating cold 
cuts from the fridge. He looked at me in surprise 
when I walked into the room. "Honey! What are you 
doing up? It's so late."

My stomach jumped into my throat, and my hands 
started to sweat. "Dad, I wanted to talk to you about 
something. The past couple of days, um..." I trailed 
off, nervous. "Well, the past couple of days I was 
looking at the laundry and..."

Dad's eyes went down to my hand and saw me gripping 
my underwear. He laughed. Laughed right back at me! 
"I'm sorry, honey, you weren't supposed to see 
those." He shook his head and walked over, picking 
them out of my hand. "I'll do laundry tonight."

I stared at him, incredulous. "Dad! What... But 
why..."

He reached out and tousled my hair, grinning 
sheepishly. "Well honey, ever since mom left, I've 
been a little... frustrated. I'm so used to having a 
woman to be with that I have a hard time, you know, 
getting off if I don't at least have something 
womanly around to help me out. And your panties are 
the most womanly thing around here these days. It's 
nothing personal, really."

I looked at him, a little confused. He sighed, his 
grin fading into a small frown. "Honestly it's just 
that I miss your mom so much, and I need a little 
relief to get my mind off of her. You don't mind, do 
you? I'll always wash them before I give them back to 
you, and I won't jack off into your clean ones."

I nodded my head, a little dumbfounded. I guess it 
made sense. He was used to having a vagina to 
ejaculate in, and my underwear was the closest thing 
he could get to a grown-up woman. I looked back up at 
him as his smile grew again.

"So it's okay? I can keep using them?"

I nodded sheepishly.

"Okay, so I'll need a pair whenever I need to jerk 
off, though. Promise that's okay?" He had a weird 
grin on his face, but it made sense to me.

I nodded. "Promise."

"Okay good. Whenever I need to jerk off."

I went to bed that night, my mind relieved. It wasn't 
me! Dad just needed any woman and I was the closest 
he had. He might be a pervert, but at least he wasn't 
a pervert who wanted to take his daughter's virginity 
or get me pregnant. The next morning before my shower 
I took of my underwear and placed them in the bottom 
of the empty hamper with a smile, knowing that I was 
helping my dad out. Sure enough, when I came home 
after school, I checked and saw a fresh new wet patch 
on them. Problem solved!

***

"Honey," Dad whispered, shaking me awake and standing 
at the side of my bed later that night. He was 
whispering, trying not to wake up Elle.

"Hm?" I grunted. "What is it, Daddy?"

"Honey, I'm sorry to wake you but I got horny tonight 
and was just about to finish jerking off, but I 
looked in the hamper and didn't see your new dirty 
panties in there yet, just the ones from this 
afternoon."

"Sorry, I take them off in the morning." I mumbled.

"Do you have any others in here that I could use?"

"No, sorry, only the ones I'm wearing." I shook my 
head and turned back into my pillow, trying to fall 
back asleep. 

"Oh, okay, that works." That woke me up a little. Dad 
wanted me to take off my panties while he was two 
feet away? But I did promise... 

I let out a sigh, "Okay, just turn around and I'll 
get them off--"

"No, that's okay, honey, you don't have to take them 
off, I can just do it here."

I opened my eyes wide, confused. I watched my dad 
reach down and grab my sheets, pulling them aside 
with one hand and holding his thing with the other. 
He looked straight at my crotch.

"Daddy?"

"It's okay, honey, you don't have to do anything, 
just turn toward me a little and spread your legs a 
bit."

My cheeks flushed red. He wanted to do it while the 
underwear was ON me? I was about to protest, but 
remembered that I had promised. And I certainly 
didn't want him doing this into my clean pairs or I 
might get some in me!

He gently grabbed the inside of my thigh and rotated 
me on the bed until my crotch was right below him and 
inched closer. He slowly stroked his thing as he 
stared right between my legs. The only thing keeping 
him from seeing my vagina... my pussy, was the thin 
layer of cotton covering my crotch, but the way he 
was staring it was like he could see right through 
them. It was so embarrassing, but strangely it also 
kind of felt nice too. He was thinking sexual 
thoughts as he looked at MY pussy. Well, at my 
underwear over it, anyway. He was probably imagining 
it shaved, or dripping wet, or that it looked like 
mom's, or someone's from work.

I quietly stared at his thing... his penis, as he 
jacked-off for a few minutes. Watching him stroke it 
while he was standing above me was even more 
intimidating than when I saw it in the bathroom - it 
couldn't have been more than 6 inches long, but to me 
it looked more like 12. For a girl who had never even 
had a finger inside of her, I could never imagine how 
something like that could ever fit between my legs. 
But the light from the hallway was just bright enough 
for me to see everything and embarrassingly enough, 
seeing it was starting to make me tingle a little. I 
tried to brush away the thoughts in my head that this 
had anything to do with me, but it was hard when my 
dad's penis was inches away from my pussy and he was 
staring right at me.

He suddenly started speeding up, more and more. Just 
as I could see him starting to twitch, he reached 
down and pulled the crotch of my panties aside, 
directly exposing my pussy to anyone for the first 
time. Before I could react, he aimed the head of his 
penis right at my crotch and started to spray glob 
after glob of sperm all over my labia. Most of it 
sprayed right on the lips of my pussy and on my pubic 
hair. I watched in shock as he slowly stroked his 
penis over me, then leaned forward to wipe the last 
few drops onto my pubes. As he did, the head pushed 
against my skin and stretched out my crotch, making 
the top of my pussy tingle and forcing me to let out 
a small involuntary "Eep!"

He slumped his shoulders and closed his eyes, sighing 
with satisfaction. After two more long strokes, he 
opened his eyes again and flashed an innocent smile 
at me, then pulled my underwear back over my crotch, 
letting his semen soak into the cotton. He tussled my 
hair, then leaned down and kissed me on the forehead. 
"Thank you, honey, that's just what I needed." He 
pulled my blanket back over me and turned around and 
walked out of the room like nothing strange had 
happened, closing the door behind him and returning 
my room to darkness. 

I could barely move. I had thought he was going to do 
it ON the panties, not inside them. This way his 
sperm was right against my pussy, and if I was 
unlucky, some could have even gotten inside. Could a 
girl get pregnant from someone ejaculating on the 
outside? Was I too tight to let any inside in the 
first place? Could a girl even get pregnant from her 
own father?

I looked over at Elle's bed to make sure she was 
asleep, then leaned over and turned on my bedside 
light, flinging the blanket off of me and looked down 
at my crotch. The underwear was totally soaked, and I 
could see through the thin fabric. There were some 
globs of sperm on my thighs, but the majority was all 
over my pussy and soaking into my underwear.

Carefully peeling them off and dropping them onto the 
floor, I looked down at my matted pubic hair and 
labia shining with the wetness of my dad's sperm. I 
opened up the drawer on my bedside table and got out 
a pack of tissues and opened them, then pushed myself 
to the edge of my bed and in front of my mirror. I 
spread my legs as far open as I could and carefully 
used a tissue to wipe all of the cum off of my labia 
and out of my pubic hair. I spread my pussy open and 
delicately wiped around my hole, making sure not to 
push any inside. It took three tissues, but by the 
end it looked like I got lucky and none of it got 
inside.

I couldn't believe my dad would do that to me. Did he 
not realize what he did was dangerous? Or was he too 
wrapped up in his own fantasy? He'd told me he only 
needed the panties as a jack off aid, but the way he 
aimed for my pussy made me reconsider if he was 
telling the truth. Besides, putting your sperm 
directly on your daughter's pussy was weird. Nobody 
did that, otherwise I definitely would have heard of 
it! Right?

Before I got back into bed, I opened up my legs again 
to make sure I got it all, only to be surprised when 
I still saw some wetness between my pussy lips. I was 
about to grab another tissue from the pack when I 
realized: this wasn't Dad's semen, I was wet! Was I 
horny? I did feel a little tingle between my legs, 
and the mix of embarrassing, shocking, and scary 
feelings from when my dad had suddenly pulled my 
underwear aside was a little exciting. When he'd 
finished spraying me I'd felt a sharp tingle that 
must have been my clitoris.

I'd never played with it before, but I had felt it 
rub or bump against things before. It took everything 
I had not to reach down between my legs and touch it. 
But I wasn't going to be some slut like my sister! 
And besides, some of my dad's sperm might still be 
down there, and I didn't want to risk pushing it in 
farther.

***

When Dad got home that night, I had to confront him 
again in the kitchen. "You have to promise not to do 
that again, okay?"

"But baby..." His eyebrows went up.

"Dad..." I wrinkled up my brow at him pleading, then 
shook my head. "It's too dangerous. I'm not 
protected, and I'm not like mom who you can just get 
pregnant whenever you want. I'm your daughter, I'm a 
virgin, and I'm too fertile."

He frowned. "What if I'm not so messy next time? I 
could put the head right up against..."

"Daddy," I said firmly. "If I don't have any dirty 
ones in the hamper, then you can squirt it on my 
underwear. But ONLY on top, not inside."

He nodded, but looked disappointed. "Okay, baby." He 
paused. "Though, I could always just do it in your 
clean ones before you wear them."

I shook my head. That would be silly! "No, then your 
sperm would be next to my pussy all day." My eyes 
went wide and my cheeks flushed red realizing that 
I'd said 'pussy' in front of my own father for the 
first time. He just smiled.

"Well if you don't want that, then okay. I'll make 
sure I'll only do it on the outside tonight."

Tonight? Of course! Because he already soaked the 
panties I was wearing last night, there wouldn't be 
any new ones for him today and he'd have to come back 
into my room tonight. I turned around to go back to 
bed, but he grasped my arm gently.

"Wait, honey, why don't we just get it out of the way 
now? Then you can go to bed and I won't have to wake 
you up later?"

I thought about it for a second. That made sense to 
me; we could do it here and wouldn't have to worry 
about Elle waking up. I nodded and sat down on a 
kitchen chair and pulled down my pajama bottoms to my 
feet. I spread out my legs as far as they could go as 
Dad unzipped his pants and pulled out his penis. This 
time it was a lot smaller since he wasn't erect yet.

"Okay, honey, I just need you to help me get it up." 
Help him? I wasn't some slut who would touch his 
penis! My face suddenly scrunched up, worried. He 
chuckled "No, don't worry, you don't need to touch 
me. Just tell me again what you said before."

I looked at him, perplexed. "What did I say?"

"You said how my cum would be on your pussy all day 
if I came in your clean panties." He looked at me 
expectantly. "Well, baby, tell me what that would be 
like, if it happened."

I gave him a strange look, but nodded. Why would he 
want me to tell him about that? I didn't understand 
boys at all! But I complied. "Well, If I didn't have 
time in the morning to wipe it off, it would be 
squished up against my... pussy all day. And your... 
cum would be against my pussy lips and probably 
squish inside of the hole, and it would be there all 
day and probably get me pregnant."

As I spoke I saw his penis grow, larger and larger 
and he started stroking it, slowly at first, but 
faster until he was totally hard when I said 
'pregnant.'

"Okay, baby, I won't need long tonight, get ready."

Just as he started jacking off faster, he reached 
down for my panties and I closed my legs tight. 
"Daddy! You promised you would only spray on the 
outside tonight."

"Don't worry, baby, I will. Only on the outside." And 
with that, he grabbed the waistband of my panties and 
gently pulled them up so that they bunched up into a 
thin line. He wiggled it until the fabric went right 
between my labia and then he smiled, as if he had 
figured out something very clever. "See, baby? That's 
better. Daddy just wants a smaller target, that's 
all."

It sure didn't feel better. Now it just felt like he 
was looking at my pussy again, and that it didn't 
have anything to do with the panties or his fantasy 
at all. Heck, now that he bunched them up, he would 
probably get just as much on my pussy as the previous 
night when they weren't even there! But I'd already 
agreed to let him before we started.

He started stroking himself faster and faster until 
he grunted, twitched, and burst all over the thin 
strip of fabric and my pussy lips. When he was done 
wiping off the head of his penis, he leaned down and 
kissed me on my forehead again lovingly. He pulled up 
his boxers and pants, then walked out of the kitchen 
toward his bedroom.

I looked down at the mess in between my legs, then 
tried to dig the panties out from between my lips. It 
was impossible without squishing his cum everywhere, 
all over my fingers, all over my pubic hair, all over 
my pussy lips, and all over my hole. As I lifted my 
butt up to slide my panties off, the crotch pushed 
back onto me and saw a whole glob of cum push up 
between my lips and onto my hole. I frowned, but knew 
that it probably couldn't get too far in since I was 
so tight. Probably. The next night we would have to 
be more careful.

***

The next night was even worse.

"You can't do it again like last night. It took me 10 
minutes to make sure I had all your stuff all wiped 
up. And I could have gotten a little inside me, even 
though I know you didn't mean to. We can't do it like 
that again tonight or I'll wind up pregnant."

My dad nodded. "It's okay honey, I know. I won't even 
move your panties this time. I'll leave them right 
where they are, okay?"

I nodded, relieved. "Okay."

"But tonight I need you spread a little bit wider, 
though, okay?

I nodded again and spread my knees apart as wide as 
they could go. Dad frowned, looking down at my 
crotch.

"Here, honey, let me try something." He reached down 
toward my thighs. I twitched when he touched my legs, 
ready to pull away in case he was trying to take my 
panties off, but he didn't touch them like I 
expected. Instead, he put his fingers on the sides of 
my pussy and pulled my lips open from the outside, so 
I was spread just like a Playboy girl beneath my thin 
panties. When he let his fingers go, my pussy stayed 
wide open. He smiled, admiring his handiwork through 
the barely-there fabric.

He proceeded to start jacking himself off like usual, 
but after a couple of minutes he still wasn't ready 
to spurt.

"Baby, I need you to help me out. I need you to say 
'Cum for me, Daddy.'"

I blushed and giggled. "Okay. 'Cum for me Daddy.'"

Dad grunted, happily. "Now I need you to talk about 
your pussy. Tell me how much you want my cum on it."

My face blushed even more. Did he want me to dirty 
talk? I didn't know how to do that! But Dad's face 
looked so pleading that I racked my brain and tried 
to think back to what I'd heard Elle say for her 
webcam boys. "It, uh, it wants to have your cum. It 
wants your cum all over it. Um, and my pussy is wet."

That last one was true. I had never been so wet in 
all of my life, no wonder my pussy hole was staying 
wide open. Dad forcing me to talk dirty was gross, 
but it was kind of exciting. I'd never really said 
all these words before. Heck, I'd never even thought 
about most of these things before! My pussy was 
tingling, but I tried to ignore it and just help out 
Dad because I knew this wasn't really sexual -- 
technically.

His face scrunched up as he jacked himself. "Okay, 
this is it, honey. Tell me where to cum, baby. Tell 
me where."

"Right... right on it, right on my pussy. Right 
here." I didn't know what to do, so I pointed 
downward, directly to my pussy right where it felt 
wettest.

"Oh fuck yes, baby," he moaned. "Daddy's about to 
cum, tell me you want it. Tell me you want it."

"I... I want it," I repeated after him, reluctantly.

He reached up suddenly over my shirt and grabbed my 
breast between his hand, squeezing it and causing me 
to involuntarily moan.

"Yeah, yeah, tell me you want it baby."

"I... want it," I repeated again as I felt an 
electric shock through my breast.

"Say 'Daddy, cum in your daughter's sweet virgin 
pussy.'"

I repeated, barely hearing the words before they were 
out of my mouth, my mind only on the incredible 
feeling of a boy grabbing my breast for the first 
time. "Daddy, cum in your daughter's sweet virgin 
pussy."

Through my fluttering eyes I could see his penis 
starting to twitch. He moved his hips forward and 
wrapped my legs behind his back. He pressed the head 
of his dick right up to my panties where my hole was 
and pressed hard. If I hadn't been wearing my 
panties, the head of his dick would have gone right 
inside me and would have popped my cherry, if I 
wasn't too tight. But instead my panties stopped him. 
Or, at least, stopped his penetration. 

As he started to spurt his cum, I could feel it soak 
through my panties immediately and I suddenly felt a 
warm tickling inside, dripping down into me. It took 
me a second to realize: It was going in! Oh my god, 
my own dad was accidentally cumming inside me! I 
stared wide-eyed as his dick pumped spurt after spurt 
of cum straight through my thin cotton panties and 
down into my pussy.

When he was done twitching, he collapsed on top of 
me, slowly rubbing his penis up and down my panties. 
I looked up at him with wide eyes. "Daddy, you did it 
inside me! I'm... I'm a virgin! I could get 
pregnant!"

Dad shrugged, continuing to rub the head of his dick 
up and down my panty-covered pussy lips as the last 
globs of sperm dribbled out and through the fabric. 
The rubbing felt amazing. Like nothing I'd ever felt 
before! "Well I'm sorry, baby, but you set the rules. 
And you told me where to cum. I came outside of your 
panties, it's not my fault your slutty little pussy 
wanted it so bad that it was wide open."

"But you..." I stopped myself and sighed. There was 
no point in arguing, I knew that he had found a 
loophole to make it my fault. But he had also 
continued to rub his penis up and down my soaking wet 
pussy, which was making my hips twitch up and toward 
him, and making my legs wrap around his back even 
tighter. It felt good. Too good! Gross. I pushed him 
back and off of me.

He smiled at me as he got up and put his pants back 
on. I just stared back, upset. "You know, honey, it 
would be a real shame if you got pregnant and were 
still a virgin. I'd love to see you explain that to 
the doctors. They'd probably call you a slut."

"Daddy!"

"I know baby," he leaned down and kissed my cheek. 
"You're not a slut, you're just helping your Daddy 
out. You're a good girl."

He walked out of the kitchen back toward his bedroom. 
I couldn't believe it! He had spurted his cum 
directly into my pussy hole. And he said it was my 
fault! And had the nerve to call me a slut. He must 
have known what he was doing, right? But maybe he 
thought it would all stay on the outside of my 
panties. After all, I had worn an old pair that was 
pretty thin. 

Technically, it was my fault, really. When he'd asked 
me where I wanted him to cum, I had pointed right at 
my pussy hole. But I hadn't realized it! I just 
pointed at where was wettest. I decided that next 
time if he asked I would point at my pubic hair just 
to be safe.

I lay back, catching my breath. I still couldn't 
believe what he made me say! He'd been saying every 
night that he was just using me to pretend, but it 
sure sounded like he was thinking of me when he came! 
He had told me to say I was his daughter, and that I 
wanted him to cum in my virgin pussy. That definitely 
wasn't him pretending that I was a grown woman! But 
maybe he just got caught up in the moment and the 
reality took over the fantasy for a second. Either 
way, I was full of his cum and it was going to take a 
long time to get out of me.

***

I knew I was in trouble the next day. Dad had left me 
a wrapped present on my bed, and when I got back from 
school Elle pointed at it.

"Daddy left that for you. He made me promise not to 
look inside it." I just cocked an eyebrow at her and 
she grinned. I bet she had! She knew exactly what was 
inside already.

I slowly lifted the lid of the box and saw a big pile 
of lacy panties. I furrowed my brow, confused. I 
picked up the note next to them and read it to 
myself. 'Honey, I got you some new panties after I 
saw how thin yours were last night. All your others 
were too old, so I threw them out. Love, Dad."

I picked up the first pair and held them up. They 
were lacey, which was something I'd never worn, but 
at least they weren't thongs or something perverted. 
I put them down and picked up another pair, and then 
another, looking at them each one-by-one. It wasn't 
until the fourth pair that I noticed something 
strange: each of them were missing something. They 
were crotchless!

Elle just looked at me, grinning. "So are you and 
Daddy fucking? What's it like? Where does he cum on 
you? Do you blow him too?"

I glared at her. "No! Nothing is going on. He just 
asked me to help him when he needed help."

Her eyes went wide. "Like what? Does he make you jerk 
him off?"

I scowled at her, trying not to answer her question.

"Please! Please tell me. John isn't back until this 
weekend and I've been so horny. You have to tell me 
what you and Daddy have been doing."

I don't know why, but I spilled the beans. I told her 
everything, from Daddy cumming in my dirty panties to 
him cumming in my pussy. At the end, she just stared 
at me. "Oh my god! You have no idea how wet I am 
right now. You know that Daddy's trying to get you 
pregnant, right? I think he would fuck you if he 
wasn't afraid of raping you."

I waved my hand at her. "He's just pretending I'm 
anyone. I'm just a hole to a pervert."

She laughed. "Wake up! He's clearly trying to fuck 
you. He's only cumming in your panties, not in mine. 
He's trying not to wake me up. He just replaced all 
your panties with sexy ones, without anywhere to cum 
on other than your cunt!"

I hastily turned off my bedside light and pulled the 
covers over me, ignoring her, trying not to think 
about what she said.

***

I never should have told Elle. The next night when I 
met Dad in the kitchen, Elle was waiting there too. 
She had already been talking to him, and when I 
walked into the room they both stopped, quiet.

"Hi, honey," Daddy said, innocently. "Elle just told 
me she knew you were helping me out. I thought that 
she could help too."

I gave him a confused look, and he just pulled his 
phone out of his pocket and handed it to her. She 
smiled broadly. "I'm going to record it tonight, so 
in case you're not around he can have something to 
look at and pretend he's cumming on you. I mean, on 
your panties."

A camera? I hadn't agreed to this! But I knew that I 
couldn't convince them otherwise. Together they were 
just two perverts against an innocent young girl! I 
sat myself down on my regular chair and started to 
pull down my pants, exposing my new crotchless 
panties, but my dad grabbed my hand and pulled me 
back up.

"No, honey, tonight we're going to do it in my room, 
since we don't have to hide it from your sister 
anymore." He took my hand and led me into his 
bedroom, all the while Elle was filming us on his 
camera. He led me over to his bed and sat me down on 
it. I started to pull down my panties, but he stopped 
me.

"Actually, honey, tonight I need you to be topless. I 
want to see your tits, too."

My cheeks flushed red. Even though he had seen my 
pussy a half dozen times, it was still weird to me to 
think that he would be seeing my breasts. But I just 
nodded and pulled my shirt off, then awkwardly 
unsnapped my bra. I lowered my pajama bottoms, and 
then Dad pushed me back on the bed so I was laid out 
completely open to the world.

Elle brought the camera right up close to my pussy, 
then took a minute to film the rest of me, including 
my breasts. Once she was done, Daddy came over and 
positioned himself between my legs as usual. But this 
time, he grabbed the waistband of my panties and 
pulled them down, over my thighs, past my knees, and 
off my feet.

"Daddy?" I asked, tentative.

"I tried, honey, but I need them totally off. It's 
just too fucking hot. Besides, your sister is 
filming, so I want to make sure nothing gets in the 
way of the camera. I promise, I won't put it inside 
you."

I caught Elle's face out of the corner of my eye, 
grinning. That little pervert, I bet she told Dad to 
take off my panties. But I laid back, letting myself 
relax and spreading my legs as far as I could, hoping 
he'd get it over with soon. Why did he have to bring 
Elle into filming it? As I laid back, I noticed how 
wet my pussy was, again. My lips felt swollen, and I 
could actually feel my clit throbbing as Daddy lined 
himself up over top of me.

He started slowly jerking his penis, but this time he 
was doing it much closer to my pussy. He started to 
push it forward, at first right into my clit, which 
made me gasp, but then down to my pussy lips, down to 
my hole, and back up again. He rubbed it up and down 
for what seemed like 5 minutes, just grunting and 
groaning as my pussy got wetter and wetter. Soon, I 
could see what looked like my pussy juices coating 
the tip of his penis as he pushed it back and forth 
between my lips.

He leaned forward, and kissed me on my cheek. "You're 
such a good slut, honey. You're so good." He leaned 
back upward and placed his dick right at my pussy 
hole as my sister watched on, her eyes wide open, one 
hand on the camera and the other down her panties.

I looked down at him, holding his dick and starting 
to push it toward my pussy hole. "Daddy! Daddy wait, 
you promised!"

"Sorry, baby, it just feels too good. It's not my 
fault, your hot little cunt is trying to make me go 
in. It wants it, its wet for it." He let his butt 
twitch forward, and I grunted as I felt his first 
push to try to get inside of my incredibly tight 
pussy.

"But... ungh... But if you keep doing that you're 
going to pop my cherry and take my virginity. Your 
daughter's virginity! You'll break my cherry!"

Elle looked out from behind the camera, breathing 
heavily. "Daddy's just jerking his cock off, it's 
your slutty cunt that wants him inside of it."

I rolled my eyes. That didn't make any sense! Here I 
was, laying still on the bed while he tried his 
damndest to squeeze the head of his cock into me. How 
was this my fault? But I just had to remember that he 
wasn't trying to have sex with me. This was just him 
needing to jack off.

At least, I tried to remember that. It was hard when 
he was forcing my legs to go around his back and 
wiggling the head of his cock right up against my 
virginity.

"Daddy, please don't put it in. I know this is just a 
fantasy, but if you pop my cherry then it isn't a 
fantasy anymore. I only have one cherry, and I want 
to save it!"

That got through to him! He stopped, nodding 
solemnly, then started to push my legs back down, 
just about to withdraw from me. "Sorry, baby, I just 
got carried away. Of course I won't pop your cherry, 
I'm sorry I--"

But from the corner of my eye, I saw Elle swing her 
hand back, then swing it forward as hard as she 
could, smacking Daddy right on the ass. Before either 
of us knew it, he thrust forward. It was in! The head 
of my daddy's penis was officially inside of me. I 
didn't know if that counted as my cherry popping, but 
it certainly felt uncomfortable. Not painful, like I 
expected, but I felt weird and full. He grunted as he 
started to push more inside, but I was just too 
tight, he couldn't make it budge.

"Sorry, honey, it's too late. Daddy couldn't take it 
out now even if he wanted to. But I need to go in, so 
I need you to need you to rub your clit."

"What?" I asked, in a daze. My pussy was throbbing, 
my mind was racing. My virginity was gone. A boy was 
inside me. My own father was fucking me."

"I'm going to need you to masturbate so Daddy can get 
more of his dick inside you."

"But..." I breathed, heavily. "I... I don't want you 
inside me. And I never masturbated before."

"Come on, baby, help Daddy out, do Daddy a favor." 

Elle walked over and reached out and grasped my hand, 
bringing it to my clit and starting to rub it in 
circles. And so, I started masturbating for the first 
time ever, as my own father tried to wriggle his cock 
inside of me and impregnate me. I glanced over at 
Elle, capturing the whole thing on camera, grinning 
like an idiot, using her hand to make me rub my own 
clitoris.

"Mmh, that's it, baby," Dad groaned, as he very, very 
slowly pushed more inside of me. "Come on, honey, I 
need you to tell me you want me to put a baby in you. 
Tell me you want me all the way inside of you"

It was then that I realized: He wasn't trying to have 
sex with me. He was trying to mate with me! ME! Not 
some fantasy, he actually wanted to have sex with me, 
his oldest daughter, and he wanted to cum in me and 
make my belly swell.

"But Daddy, I don't! I don't want you to cum in me! I 
don't want you to take my virginity, I don't want you 
to make me preg--" Daddy put his finger over my lips, 
shushing me.

"Honey, please! It doesn't matter, baby. Make Daddy 
feel good and just say it. Tell me you want to get 
pregnant."

I could see he wasn't going to give up so I 
sarcastically complied, rolling my eyes. "I want you 
to put a baby in me."

That was all he needed, he gave one last push and was 
inside. I gasped. Somehow when he asked me to say 
that, my cunt had gotten even more wet and I relaxed 
enough to make him push past my cherry. Now he was 
halfway in. I was officially fucked. I felt... full. 
And wet, but mostly full.

"Baby, tell me to fuck you."

"But I don't want--"

"Just tell him."

I rolled my eyes. They weren't going to give up. 
"Okay, I want you to fuck me."

He smiled and started pulling out. I could feel his 
skin against me, it was a strange, new feeling. Right 
when he was almost out again, he pushed back in and 
my mind was flush with pleasure. He then pushed out, 
then in, slowly working his way into me until he 
finally pushed all the way in and looked directly 
into my eyes. He kissed me on the mouth, for the 
first time. My first kiss! After I had my cherry 
popped, and after I was probably pregnant. By my own 
Daddy. Maybe I was a slut. 

"Baby, tell me that you want me to finish inside you. 
Tell me that you want me to cum in your cunt and get 
you pregnant. Tell me you want me to knock you up the 
very first time you have sex. Tell me you want your 
belly to swell with your daddy's baby."

I couldn't even think straight. My body was flush 
with new feelings, I was dripping wet with my dad 
laying on top of me, slowly sawing in and out of my 
tight, formerly-virgin cunt. I could feel him inside, 
and it felt incredible. 

I softly moaned, "Please, Daddy. Fill my virgin cunt 
with your seed. Make my fertile cunt pregnant, fill 
me up with your cum." Off to the side, I could hear 
Elle moan too. Daddy hammered himself in and out, and 
my mind went into a fog. It felt incredible, but he 
was my dad! And he wanted to get me pregnant! My mind 
was conflicted, but as my first orgasm hit I didn't 
care anymore. Everything in the world went away as I 
came for the very first time, my back arching and my 
pussy convulsing. I tensed up my legs around Daddy 
and pulled him into me. Through the rush of new 
sensations I could feel him start to twitch inside of 
me and he grunted and groaned.

When my breathing came down, I looked around. Daddy 
was looking down at our crotches, covered in his cum, 
oozing out of me around his cock. He was in shock, 
but smiling broadly, very slowly pushing in and out, 
watching the cum drip out. Elle was laying in Dad's 
chair, one hand down her pants as she breathed 
heavily from her own orgasm, the other hand still 
holding up the phone recording everything. And I was 
still rubbing my clit. What had I done?

***

The next day when I came home, Elle and John were 
sitting in front of her computer, watching the video 
from the previous night. I quickly ran over and 
closed the computer lid, fuming. "What the hell are 
you doing?"

They both just stared, and I noticed that Elle was 
slowly jerking him off. "We're watching the video. 
It's incredible, you should see it. You are such a 
slut in it."

"No thanks, I don't watch porn."

John just grinned at me as my sister jacked him off. 
"I'd never seen a girl fuck her own dad before. That 
was so fucking hot."

"Well, it's not going to happen again. That was a 
mistake."

I turned around to go to the side of my room, but I 
felt John's hand grab my ass. I froze and tensed up, 
feeling him rubbing it all over. He hooked his 
fingers into the waistband and pulled me back toward 
him, then turned me back around, stroking my ass as I 
tried to avoid eye contact, my face red.

"You know, you're really cute. I'm really jealous of 
your dad, I wish I could have taken that cherry. Two 
sisters and two cherries would have been a really 
good story." I shrugged.

Elle looked straight at me as I tried to hide under 
my bangs. "You know, she pretends she's all innocent 
but I bet she's really wet right now, seeing my jack 
you off."

John's hands roamed from my ass to my front 
waistband, and slowly pulled my skirt down to the 
floor. I just stood there as they both stared at my 
cunt, dripping wet between my crotchless panties. He 
moved his finger down to my cunt and I gasped as he 
rubbed between the lips, then slipped a finger up 
inside me. I steadied myself on his shoulders as he 
fingered me for a minute. I shuddered as he slowly 
removed his finger.

"Yeah, this girl is horny as shit." He looked at my 
pussy juice covering his finger, then held it up to 
my sister's mouth. 

Without a moment's hesitation she took it into her 
mouth and sucked it off, staring right into my eyes. 
"Mmm, tastes as good as mine."

"Elle tells me you've never sucked a dick before, is 
that true? Do you want to suck mine?"

I shook my head no, but gave no resistance as he 
pulled my hand down, lowering me to my knees. Elle 
continued to pump his cock in her hand, and I 
couldn't do anything but stare at it. Now that I had 
the chance to really examine it, I could see that it 
was much bigger than Daddy's, maybe by two or three 
inches. Elle took her hand off of it, and reached for 
my head, bringing me right on top of it.

"First you have to lick it," Elle said, brushing my 
lips right up against it. I opened my mouth a tiny 
crack and slipped out my tongue. I slowly licked 
around the head, expecting it to taste strange, but 
was surprised to find out it really only tasted like 
skin. "Lick all around it, and up and down the shaft 
too."

I complied, slowly getting braver with my tongue and 
opening my mouth more. Elle continued to push my head 
around, and the faster I got the heavier John's 
breathing was. "Now you have to let him put it inside 
a little, but don't go too fast or too deep or you'll 
gag."

I looked up at John, eyebrows wrinkled up, but he 
just grinned down at me. I opened my mouth and he 
slowly pushed the head in. I bobbed up and down on it 
for a minute just on the head. Elle was making sure I 
didn't take it too deep, but John seemed to have 
other ideas. He was thrusting his hips upward so each 
time my mouth came down he would go a little deeper. 
My eyes started to water a little and my mouth 
started to get really wet.

Soon, he was going too deep, and I was having a hard 
time taking any more. I knew he must have only had an 
inch or two in my mouth, but when he thrust hard 
upward once more I gagged and coughed, pulling my 
head off and out of Elle's hands. A long string of 
saliva connected his dick and my mouth until I sat 
back, breathing heavily, my dripping pussy exposed 
and my mascara running down my face. I couldn't 
believe how horny I was.

"Mmm, that was so good. You're a natural, for a 
first-timer." John reached out and played with my 
hair.

"That was so hot," Elle whispered, her hand down her 
panties.

"You know what would be hotter? Go take your sister's 
shirt off." Elle nodded and walked over to me, she 
reached down and pulled at the bottom of my shirt and 
pulled upward. I lifted my hands in the air and let 
her take it off, pulling it up and over my head. My 
bra-covered tits were now exposed to both of them, I 
stared forward, breathing heavily, not knowing what 
was going to happen next.

John looked at me hungrily as I leaned back again. 
"Elle, get on your hands and knees in front of her." 
She did. John got up and walked behind her. He slowly 
pushed her forward until her face was right up next 
to my cunt. She looked up at me, wide-eyed. I didn't 
think she knew this was going to happen either. "Now 
lick her. Eat out that hot little pussy."

She did. It was the most incredible thing I'd ever 
felt. She danced her tongue around my clit, then up 
and down my pussy lips. I moaned as she slipped her 
tongue into my hole, then back out, lapping up my 
juices, all the while rubbing her own pussy inside 
her panties. I was so caught up in how incredible it 
felt I didn't notice John positioning herself right 
behind her, pulling her panties down over her ass and 
lining his dick up with her hole. He was going to 
fuck her!

He grabbed her ass and started to push forward. I 
heard a muffled noise coming from her as he pushed 
into her, shoving her even harder against my pussy. I 
moaned and tightened my legs around her head as he 
pushed inside, taking her virginity. I heard her 
whimper as he tried pushing in farther and farther.

My head was swimming. I was watching my own sister 
lose her virginity to a guy she'd barely met, and it 
was happening as my sister was eating me out. I 
reached down and grabbed her by the hair, pushing her 
into me even harder. She moaned as John finally 
managed to push inside all the way. My little sister 
was no longer a virgin. 

I came so fucking hard, bucking my hips up against 
her face over and over again as John fucked her hard 
and fast. Though my orgasm I saw John's face tighten 
up as he grabbed my sister's ass and thrust deep, 
grunting and groaning. He was cumming inside of her!

As I came down from my orgasm, I finally let Elle's 
face go and she pulled back, panting heavily. She 
pulled herself off of John and collapsed on the floor 
next to us. She was breathing hard, her face covered 
in my juices, John's cum running out of her pussy.

"Oh fuck. Oh fuck. That was incredible."

I just nodded as John stood up, and walked over to 
me. I looked up to him, eyes wide, and immediately 
opened my mouth. He slipped the head of his dick 
inside, and I could taste my sister's juices and his 
slimy, salty cum mixed together. I wasn't sure which 
was which, but it was hot knowing that I could taste 
them both. I put my hand down on my pussy and started 
fingering myself, taking John's dick as far as I 
could into my mouth.

In the past 24 hours I had lost my virginity, had my 
first kiss, tasted cum, and been eaten out by a girl, 
all for the first time. I was probably pregnant. And 
my sister probably got pregnant while she was eating 
me out. This was it. I was a fucking slut. And I 
loved it.

END

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My first story, would love your feedback and to hear 
any similar experiences you've had at 
bingo.flannigan@gmail.com.

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story 
is meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything
in 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 system.
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