When Mom Was Away
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I guess I always had a crush on my father, though it was not
anything about sex. I just always felt so good feeling his hands on me, his
arms around me, his eyes gleaming when he’d look at me, and his sweet words
telling me how much he loved me and calling me his favorite girl and all.

And as wonderful as he was, somewhere around the time that I
got my first period, his attentions even seemed to increase. Although there was
nothing amiss, his hugs just seemed a bit tighter, he seemed to look at me with
more intensity, and I just felt a bit like he was sometimes flirting with me;
silly as that sounds.

In fact, his attentions were enough for me to sometimes
secretly fantasize about my being his only real love. I’d long ago convinced
myself that my mom had a boyfriend, though to explain why would take
a-whole-nother story. To be honest, after I started touching myself for the
first time, I often imagined that it was Daddy’s hands instead of mine.

It was a month before my fourteenth birthday that my mom had
to go to California for a week
because her boss was sending her. She stayed home through the weekend and left
for the airport before I awoke on Monday morning.

Daddy had made arrangements to go to work a little later
than usual so that he could feed me breakfast and drive me to school.

After school, I was picked up by a friend’s mom and dropped
off at my house. As was usual, I did my homework then so that I could watch TV
later. When Daddy got home, he popped the meatloaf in the microwave and we ate
dinner together, and we talked about what we might do that coming Thursday and
Friday. There was a teacher’s conference and I didn’t have school those days
and he was taking those days as vacation days to be with me.

That night, it was a bit strange being alone in the house
with him, as my mom was almost always there with us. He sat on the couch while
I stayed in my usual chair. I don’t know if it was my imagination or what, but
it seemed as if he was looking at me a lot more than usual. I think he usually
did that when my mom wasn’t around, but this seemed even more so. I must admit
that, at one point, I thought that he was looking down where my ‘kitty’ would
be and I suddenly felt nervous and warm. However, his eyes quickly moved away
and I never noticed him looking there again.

“Time for bed, Hon,” he announced at 10 o’clock.

“Yeah, okay Daddy,” I agreed, stirring in the chair.

“Kissy kiss,” he requested.

I grinned as I arose and started toward him, again noticing
his eyes moving from my head to toe, and pausing at my little boobs. Then, as
his eyes moved back up my body, they paused once again at my ‘kitty’, before
slowly moving back up over my boobs, and then to my face. I felt my face flush,
so I’m pretty sure that it must have turned crimson.

As I started to bend to give him a nighttime peck, I
mentioned, “Strange not to have mom home, hanh?”

“Yeah, sweetie, it is. A bit lonely, hanh?”

Our lips met for the daddy-daughter kiss and I straightened
up. I nodded my agreement and said, “Night night, Dad.”

I turned and took a step when he added, “Night sweetie; and
if you feel too lonely, you’re welcome to stay in my bed if you want.”

I grinned, thinking it would be nice to be with him that
way. I’d slept in their bed a lot, but my mom had always been there. This would
almost like being husband and wife.

“Okay, thanks. I will,” I said, then I added, “Then you
won’t be lonely either, right?”

Daddy smiled and nodded as I headed out of the room. Over my
shoulder, I called, “I’ll be in your bed when you come up…I love you Daddy.”

“Love you too, toots,” he called.

I went up to my own room and took off my things down to my
panties. Usually I slept with no clothes on, because I didn’t like nightgowns
which always bunched up on me. Still, I knew that I couldn’t do that with
Daddy, so I went to my bureau drawer and pulled out a training bra, and put
that on to go with my panties. Then I hurried to my parents’ room, where I
hopped onto the bed and was asleep within five minutes.

As I started to awaken the next morning, I felt as if I
couldn’t move. Immediately alert, I quickly became aware of the surroundings,
realizing that it was my mom and dad’s bedroom. Just as fast, I remembered that
I was in their bed, and realized why I was feeling so confined. My father’s
body was plastered against mine, spoon like, as I lay facing away from him.

As my mind became aware of things, I suddenly froze,
realizing that Daddy’s hands were around me, one from beneath me, the other over
me, and they were actually cupping my little boobs through the thin material of
my trainer.

I could feel his body heat against mine, and I could
actually feel his manhood pressing against my pantied bottom. Listening to his
regular breathing, I realized that he was asleep, which calmed me down some. If
he had been awake, I would have been scared shitless. But now, as I concentrated
on the heat from his body against mine; his hands, and his manhood; the
situation to my young mind was a turn-on.

I could feel my nipples harden; and my ‘kitty’ started to
get a funny feeling and moisten. This was as close as I had ever been to a
boy’s privates. And this was my own father’s; something that I had actually
thought about a couple of times. I lay there concentrating on the feelings I
was getting; it was nice to actually concentrate on Daddy’s manhood pressing
against me and trying to imagine what it looked like.

I was actually starting to become aroused, so much so that I
slid a hand down to my ‘kitty’. At first, I just held myself there, but then I started
to rub over the panties. Just as I started really getting into it, the alarm
rang and Daddy woke up. Realizing he was awakening, I hurriedly pulled my hand
away and lay motionless, acting as if I were asleep.

Instead of immediately getting up, Daddy just lay where he
was. As I feigned sleep, he wasn’t moving. Still, I assumed by the change of
his breathing pattern that he was awake. Then I felt his manhood start to tighten
and I knew enough to know that it was growing. My heart was beating hard as I
concentrated, feeling his manhood as it pressed toward my body through his shorts.
He stayed pressed to me for no more than two minutes, and then he rolled away.

He got up to get dressed. I kept my eyes closed as I heard
him move around. A few times, I didn’t hear any movement, and I fantasized that
he was looking down at me. That thought seemed to please me. Then, as he was
about to leave the room, he called for me to get up and ready for school.

I took my shower, got into my jeans and blouse and headed to
the kitchen for my usual cereal, toast and juice. I swear that from then through
the time that Daddy dropped me off at school, his eyes were about my body and
face, more than ever in my life.

That night we went out for pizza and after we got home, I
watched TV while Daddy caught up with some work via his computer. I suppose
that I was kinda hoping he was going to keep paying so much attention to me;
and when he didn’t, I guess I was upset. In fact, he stayed at the computer for
the entire night, and I was so disappointed that I got up to go to bed at 9:30PM.

“Night Daddy,” I said as I came up to him as he sat at his
desk. He turned to accept my lips and instead of just a peck, his lips pressed
against mine and stayed, long enough for me to hear his nostrils intake
strongly and make me nervous a bit. I pulled away then, somewhat confused.

“Night Sweetie. Hope you’re gonna stay by me again?”

Just this little attention pleased me. I grinned. “If you
want me to, I will.”

“Mmmm hmmm! Of course I want you.”

Laying up in his bed, I wondered if he’d touch my boobs
again in his sleep. I hoped so…

*******

When I awoke the following morning, I didn’t need the
orientation of my location. I not only was immediately aware, but I quickly
concentrated on what was happening. Once again Daddy was still asleep and
spooned up close against me from behind. Once more he had a hand over the top
of my side, cupping a boob. And once more his other arm was under me; only this
time that hand wasn’t at my other boob, but instead it was at the lower front
of my panties, just touching against my ‘kitty’.

For some reason the heat from his body against my body felt
hotter than the day before. Feeling Daddy’s fingers actually touching my
‘kitty’ was wildly exciting. He was sound asleep but I was actually imagining
his finger was slightly rubbing me there, even though he wasn’t. I was suddenly
feeling more aroused than I had been the morning before. Yeah I knew no one was
allowed to touch me there, but if I was gentle maybe...?

I could feel my hips start to lift and shift from side to
side, hoping to make his fingers move in his sleep. I was really starting to
feel good as little electric-like sensations ricocheted between my legs and my
breasts. Something in me wanted more of the feelings. I guess I thought I could
do more without waking him and I first covered his one hand on my boob and
began to tighten and loosen his fingers about me, and then I moved my free hand
to his other hand. Holding gently at the back of it, I took a deep breath and
pushed it against my ‘kitty’. It felt so good and so naughty. I was now moaning
softly and bucking my pelvis toward his hand. I was doing something that I knew
to be very wrong, but I couldn’t stop myself.

Then, I felt Daddy’s fingers start to move...Ohmygod, he’s AWAKE! A flash of fear
went through me, yet I still couldn’t bring myself to stop; my hips never
stopped rotating and bucking at his fingers.

At the same time, I could now feel his rigid manhood as if
it had a nervous tic; it jumped as it pressed into my pantied butt, but I was
so wound up in my own feelings I wasn’t thinking about what was happening
there. As my mind seemed to explode and excitement overtook me, I felt Daddy’s
fingers move inside my panties - - and then I felt them move onto my naked
‘kitty’.

OH - - MY - - GOD!!! Daddy was rubbing me down there; while at
the same time he was now kissing me on my neck and ears. A new wave of confusion,
pleasure and excitement washed over me. I felt fear, but it was no match for
the ecstasy that was powering my body in total physical delight. Tingles of
wild sensations and exciting bursts of pleasure were now electrifying me
throughout my body, starting right where Daddy's fingers were rubbing. Then,
when I thought I couldn't take it anymore, my whole body shuttered. Wow! I
can’t describe how my body exploded or how the inside of my head became a sky
of swirling red clouds.

“AHHHHHHHH OH OH DAAAAAAA…!” I cried out loud, not being
able to hold it back. A blinding red light was flashing in my brain, and my
muscles were completely out of control. This was so much better than anything I
ever accomplished with my own finger.

As my excitement came to an end and my body began unwinding
back to normal, I didn’t even feel Daddy remove his hands from my body. We just
lay in the quiet of the room as my head came back to consciousness.

Suddenly, I stiffened and the full impact of what I’d done
began to dawn on me. Fear was my first reaction and it was accompanied by
shame. Not turning, I began to cry.

“Hey, hey, cut that out,” were the first words that Daddy
said. Placing a hand on my hip he added, “None of that, sweetie.”

Sobbing, I managed to murmur, “B-but-but - - oh Daddy, I’m…”

“Stop that,” he interrupted. To my surprise he didn’t sound
mad at all.

“But...” I started as my tears stopped.

“But nothing. You liked that. It made you feel good. It made
you happy. So why the tears?" Daddy said softly in my ear.

“But,” I began again, and then paused. If he wasn’t mad why
was I trying to make excuses? “It was naughty though.”

He laughed. “As long as no one knows you did that, then it
wasn’t wrong, was it? Do you remember that saying you asked about, if a tree
fell in a forest and no one heard it…?”

I giggled. Then, taking a breath, I asked, “Y-you’re not
gonna tell mom?”

“I’m not gonna tell and you’re not gonna squeal on yourself
or tell anyone either. For the rest of our life this will be our little secret.
You’re a growing woman, and sometimes growing women have urges. I suppose that
you just couldn’t control the one you had,” he said, and then he turned me
around and gazed down at me.

I was so grateful to my Dad for being so understanding; I
was also feeling so proud that he thought of me as a growing woman. Looking up
into his eyes, it seemed as if he too had a lot going on within him. Maybe it
was my female intuition, but I felt he was having grown-up feelings for me.

He then bent and our mouths met and, for the first time in
our lives, he gave me a real kiss. His mouth was actually open and covered
mine. My heart began racing again as I kissed him back. I felt something jump
at my hip and realized that it was Daddy’s manhood.

He withdrew his lips and whispered, “I love you little one.”

I had never felt so grown-up and close to him as I did at
that moment.

Then he broke the spell by saying, “Hey time to get up, you’ll
be late for school.”

When he moved to get out of bed I couldn’t help but notice
how that manhood stood out! And I’m not so naïve that I didn’t know that he was
hard and that if he was hard, it was because of me.

For the rest of the day I couldn’t concentrate in class. I
kept remembering what had happened. It was hard to believe what I’d done and it
was even harder to believe that my father hadn’t flipped out.

I remembered back to two years earlier, when I was in the 5th
grade, when special people came to the school and took out one of the girls in
the 8^th grade. For weeks and weeks we heard lots of stories, and
from what I was told was the absolute truth, was that she and her father were
doing sex things. I never found out for sure what happened to her but a lot of
the other kids said that both the girl and her father were put away. I hoped
that no one ever found out what I had done. Still, I couldn’t help the feelings
I kept getting every time I remembered. In fact, most of the day my panties were
damp and I know that was caused by each time I got excited remembering.

That night at home was pleasantly uncomfortable. Neither
Daddy nor I mentioned what I had done that morning, but it was clear just from
the atmosphere between us that it was on both of our minds. It was also obvious
by the way Daddy was paying attention to me. I mean, it was like he was
fighting to keep his eyes from looking at my chest and butt and between my legs
and stuff.

Then it was, “Time for bed, sweetie.”

“Okay Dad.” I arose, and walked over to where he was sitting
on the couch.

“You staying in my bed again?” he softly asked.

I had been nervous, not knowing if he’d ever let me there
again. “C-can I?”

As I bent to give him his good night kiss, he whispered,
“There’s nothing I want more, sweetie.” There was something about the way he
said it and the way he looked into my eyes that made my body radiate heat and
flush. Then my mind went on high alert when he added, “I’ll be up in a minute
or two.” On the other nights, he didn’t come up until after I had gone to
sleep.

Upstairs, I went to my room and undressed. Something inside
me seemed to be making me act as I’d never before acted. Once I was stripped to
my panties, I was about to put on the training bra, when the naughty impulse
popped into my head. I decided to leave myself bare up top. Then I rushed into
my parents’ room, hopped up onto their bed, and covered myself. Not knowing if Daddy
was really coming right up or had just used an expression, I left the lamp light
on.

Minutes went by and all the while I couldn’t shake the
strange feelings of anticipation, thinking that maybe I could get him to touch
me there again. After all, he hadn’t gotten mad at me, and even gotten hard,
meaning, I think, that he didn’t mind doing that to me; maybe he liked making
me happy. Then I realized that I was damp down there again, as had happened so
many times that day!

Suddenly, I heard steps and knew that he was coming
upstairs. He stopped in the bathroom and I waited. I found that my heart seemed
to be racing. Hearing the water running through the pipes, I knew that he was
on the way to the bedroom. I then I heard the door open. I was on my left side
with my back to his side of the bed so he couldn’t see if my forced shut eyes
were fluttering or not. Lying on my parents’ bed, in just my panties, my heart
was actually beating hard again as I wondered what he would think when he saw
my naked back.

Then I felt the cover being lifted and I swear I heard Daddy
catch his breath. For a long time, the cover stayed raised. He had left the
light on and he had to be looking at me!

Then he whispered, “My god baby girl, you look so pretty in
those panties." My mind raced. Did Daddy know I was awake or was he just talking
to himself, thinking I was asleep?

Then he dropped the cover and spooned himself behind me. My
heart was pounding in my chest. In the back of my mind somewhere, something
said RUN, but I wasn't listening.

I lay there facing away from Daddy. Inside my head I was
fighting with myself. Half of me wanted to run away, the other half wanted to
feel Daddy's fingers rubbing me, first through my panties and then under them,
just like this morning.

I felt him push his hand to get beneath my body at chest
level. Without trying to be obvious, I ever so gently shifted up, allowing his
hand to squeeze through without too much of a problem. My excitement was
building by the minute. Once his arm had slid all the way under my body, I then
felt his hot hand as he cupped my little boob. I ‘mmmmed’ and Daddy pushed his
body against me from behind, tightening himself closer to me.

“You like me touching you, little one, don’t you?” he
whispered and at the same time, I felt Daddy’s his other arm slide over my
side, landing on my tummy, which was quivering.

Daddy knew I was awake!

“Y-yes Daddy...” I answered nervously as I felt his fingers
moving lower; I didn’t have to lead him! I was so excited that Daddy was going
to touch me there.

“Daddy liked touching you sweetie,” he whispered, as his
hand now moved all the way down and cupped my ‘kitty’. At the touch from his
palm over my panty covered privates, I groaned; wild feelings were immediately
starting within me.

“Oh god Daddy, I-I liked it, too - - so much…”

“I know baby girl,” he whispered again, this time kissing my
neck as his hands once again began to excite me. “My little girl’s cunt gets so
excited, hanh?”

OHMYGOD! Daddy had used a word I knew about from school. It
was so bad, but it was exciting to hear him use it.

“Yes Daddy, yes.”

His hand was rubbing over the outer crotch of my panties,
and the feelings were sooooo good. I reached down with one hand to cover his,
urging him to continue with more intensity.

“I loved seeing you get that way and having an orgasm - -
cumming - - you looked so beautiful in your lust, little one. I want to put my
finger in your hot little cunt again, Lynn
girl...I want to touch you, not your panties...is that all right?”

Wow, Daddy was talking to me like a grown-up. I groaned
again as he began licking and nipping at my ear. He was purposely trying to get
me excited. I loved him so much!

“Oh god yes Daddy,” I assured him, "Your fingers right
against my ‘kitty’ drove me crazy."

“Against your cunt, baby girl,” he whispered as if he was
correcting me. “Daddy’s hot cunt. Our little secret, sweetie - our little
secret.”

Daddy hadn't turned the light off, and I looked down to
watch as his fingers gently rubbed around my outer lips through my panties. I
could also feel my flower opening, giving Daddy's fingers better access to my
‘kitty’.

“Oooooo, Daddy.” I was now feeling the same sensations that
I had experienced in the morning. “That feels good," I moaned as my body
instinctively responded. As he rubbed me, Daddy continued to kiss the back of
my neck and nibble on my ear. The sensations going through me were so
fantastic; every square inch of my body tingled.

It took me a few seconds to realize that my father had
pulled his arm out from under me and then withdrew his diddling hand. I felt
him shifting about in a strange move, somewhat bending momentarily. I was
afraid that he was going to stop. I started to shift, but he had one hand on my
shoulder so that I couldn’t turn over.

"Please don't
stop, Daddy! Make me feel like you did this morning," I softly pleaded.

Then he moved back against me and whispered hotly in my ear,
“My little girl’s cunt needs her Daddy?”

“Erm hmm, yeah oh yes, Daddy, pleeeeze,” I begged. Then his
arm was over me again and I was immediately rewarded with his hand over the
damp mound of my panties, rubbing that electric-button spot that caused me to
react so wildly. Almost as if I was afraid that he’d stop again, I reached down
with one hand at the bottom of my panties between my legs and pulled it up,
baring my ‘kitty’ for his fingers, while with my other hand, I grabbed Daddy’s
hand and eagerly brought it to my waiting pubic area.

“Oh wow Daddy, play with my kitty, please?”

I gasped as his finger pushed inside me. There wasn’t the
slightest hurting that there was supposed to be, although it was tight as it filled
me inside.

“Ahhhhhnn,” I groaned as my father’s entire finger slid all
the way in.

“My baby cunt likes to fuck my finger. You’re juicy inside
baby girl - - hear it?” His words, spoken softly but with excitement, added to my
excitement, while at the same time his finger continued to move in and out of
me down there. “Your cunt likes to be fucked. Your cherry is already gone
sweetie - - probably from riding the horse - - your little cunt needs something
- - it loves this, hanh?”

“Oh yes Daddy - - yes.”

“Daddy’s fucking you with his finger - - Push your panties
down baby girl. oh Hon, you smell so good. Here - - here - - here’s another
finger for my hot little girl.”

Somehow, I managed to squirm about enough to push my panties
down and off. I was only getting more and more excited between his fingers
moving in and out of me and his dirty words. I groaned as once again I felt
very tight down there.

“Ohmy, wow, oooo...”

“I know toots, your cunt likes fucking.” He was whispering
right against my ear. “That’s okay baby girl, enjoy this - - we won’t tell mom
on you…” By then my moans were coming louder, my hips were instinctively rotating,
and my pelvis bucking. I was barely thinking as he hissed, “My little girls
wants to be fucked like a big girl.”

Daddy rolled me over on my back. My chest was heaving and I
was hardly aware of what he was doing. As he rolled between my legs, I saw for
the first time that he had removed his underwear shorts. His entire body was
naked, as was mine. I looked down in amazement and awe. Sticking straight out
from between his legs was his penis; I knew what mommies and daddies did, and
with his thing so near to my ‘kitty’ my heart began pounding.

There was a real war going on in my head; ecstasy fighting
panic. Was Daddy going to put that in me? Would it hurt? Would it feel as good
as his fingers? Between moans and pants I could only plead what I knew was the
right thing to say.

“D-don’t Daddy. You shouldn’t.”

He lowered his face and pecked my lips with his. Our eyes
met as I felt our bodies touch down there. His manhood felt huge and scary.

“It’s okay, Lynn Hon. Your cunt wants this, you’ll see.
That’s why you have no cherry. Your little body has been preparing for this. It
wants to be fucked, sweetie,” he said hoarsely as he rotated his thing against
me down there.

“I-I’m scared, Daddy,” I pleaded.

Then I realized that all the while I was pleading with him,
my bottom was instinctively rotating and thrusting. Daddy said my body wanted
this and I knew that he was right. Using his right hand he guided the head of
his thing right against the entrance of my body. As he tried to push that thing
into me for the first time, I felt the pain.

“Ahhh no Daddy no! Please no, it h-hurts!” I could feel the
pressure of his big thing against the hole in my ‘kitty’. I was pounding on his
chest; he was too big! “Stop Daddy, please stop!” I cried, as I tried spreading
my legs further to ease the pain.

He was grunting as he continued pushing, trying to get it into
me. I beat on his chest and face with my fists. Then, with a groan of
frustration, he stopped. It wouldn't go in.

Daddy was panting fiercely. By then I was actually crying a
little. He leaned forward and kissed my lips in short pecks, whispering at my
mouth, “I’m sorry, baby girl, your cunt wants it but it wants to be loved a bit
more…”

Saying that, he slid his body downward; his mouth kissing,
his tongue licking, and his lips pecking all the way; over and about my little
boobs, my quivering tummy, and my sensitive belly button. Before I had time to
protest, pleasure was again building within me and, as Daddy’s hand once again
found my ‘kitty’, I suddenly realized that he was going to put his mouth to my
privates. I should have been disgusted, but instead, my excitement was sky high
again.

Daddy continued to slide down until his tongue was lapping
at my inner lips.

“Ahhhhhhh,” I cried in pleasure.

Thinking that he was not going to try putting his thing in
me anymore, I allowed the pleasures to overtake my entire being again. Daddy
was moaning and his mouth was doing fantastic things down there. I was once
more writhing about, pushing my ‘kitty’ to his mouth. I could feel his tongue
lapping and licking, his mouth sucking gently. The feelings that were going
through my young frame were mind-boggling. All through this, my hips had never
stopped rotating and my pelvis continued thrusting up to appreciate his
wonderful mouth and probing finger.

“Oh Daddy Daddy Daddy,” I groaned as the pleasures began to
multiply within me. Once more my little body was acting as if it had a mind of
its own, moving about wantonly in search of that delicious explosion. With
Daddy licking my whole pubic area, paying special attention to my little electric-button,
I was quickly approaching that ultimate feeling. My lower torso was shifting
and bucking. I could actually feel that my ‘kitty’ was being laved in a mixture
of his saliva and my juices.

I was delirious. As I started to buck wildly, Daddy pulled
back. I was about to become frantic but he then kissed me there again and
licked, only not with the same intensity as he had been doing, not all the way,
just slowed down.

Suddenly, I was becoming a bit frantic. "No Daddy,
please - - don't stop now, don’t - more – more – more," I cried.

Then came a frustrating orgasm, great to have, but not what
had been building up, nor was it equal to the mind blower that I’d had in the
morning. Daddy had stopped just when I was nearing the top and that seemed to
leave me hanging. Instead of total pleasure, my insides felt as if something
was missing.

As I was still catching my breath, Daddy slid his naked body
back up over mine and once again positioned his pulsing thing at the entrance
to my ‘kitty’. It happened so quickly, I gasped when I felt the hot tip of his
manhood against me again. By now, my body seemed to know it wanted more. My
hips were involuntarily rotating with my butt raised off the mattress. As my
lower body danced its dance of sex, I again pleaded, “Don’t Daddy.”

“Baby wants to be fucked. Baby needs to be fucked,” he
whispered.

Looking up into his eyes, I knew that my father was
determined to get his thing inside me. His eyes were glazed over and the
muscles in his neck stood out, as he worked to squeeze his hard, hot, thing
into my tight little ‘kitty’.

I was so scared to have grown-up sex, yet my body was
clawing inside at me in need. It needed to have an explosion like this morning.
Daddy pushed with a firm hard pressure. It hurt again, but strangely it was my
own lower body that was pushing up to him and then pulling back; pushing, then withdrawing!
It was mymy arms that were encircled
around Daddy’s back; my nails that
were clutching to him. It was me that was
moaning!!! hips that were rotating
around;

Then his thing popped inside me. Looking down between our
bodies I couldn't see the mushroom shaped head anymore. Down between my legs I
had an exquisite stretching sensation. My
father was inside me! I just clutched his back, wondering where the terrible
pain was. It wasn’t there!

On Daddy's face, there was a look of wild pleasurable
excitement.

"I'm sorry Lynn,
Hon. Daddy can't stop. It’s so beautiful, you’re so tight. Daddy’s got to fuck
you baby girl," he announced, his reddened face dripping.

Daddy just kept pushing. I felt my insides being penetrated
and I tried to widen my legs around him, my body actually feeling a need to be
filled with my father’s flesh. In fact, it was my body that was doing the
writhing as if to encourage and accept that man thing. As I continued rolling
my hips and pushing my torso up, I felt his hardened flesh slipping deeper and
deeper into me. The stretched feeling was becoming more and more pleasurable in
spite of the almost unbearable tightness. Throbs of pleasure were exploding
between my legs.

Then I gasped at an inner feeling. I actually felt like he
hit the bottom inside me. Looking down I saw that there was still over half of
his length to go. Then, looking back at Daddy, he grinned lewdly.

For the first time, he thrust and I gasped. His thing was
pushing things aside in my ‘kitty’. “We’re gonna fuck, baby girl. Daddy’s gonna
make you feel good inside, Hon. But we gotta make some more room.”

He thrust again. This time the multi-colored flashes going
on behind my eyes weren't from pleasure. The pain was just barely bearable and
it felt as he was displacing my innards.

“Daddy stop; please,” I pleaded.

He ignored me, pulled back, and thrust into me again. The
pain was such that I tried to kick him off with my legs. What else could I do? I
was only 13-years-old; a little 5’1” 85 pound girl. Instead of beating him off,
my motions only seemed to help him drive deeper into my guts.

I looked down again and I could see what was left of his thing
disappearing into my tiny body. After the last of it entered me I had a chance
to look up at Daddy. His reddened face was covered by sweat as if he had been
working at some very hard physical work. His expression was one of pain, or
maybe that was what lust looked like. Then he gently lay his body down against
mine, and after his chest began to rub against my breasts, I again wrapped my
arms around his back, buried my face in his shoulder, and wept. He lay on me
very still.

As sobs shook my body, I felt his hands caress my neck and
ears. Daddy had his manhood buried in my depths and I actually liked it. I knew
then that this would only be our first time.

He lifted off me slightly and bent down to kiss my lips, and
then his tongue pressed between them. I felt confused but instinctively opened
my mouth to accept his deep kiss. I pushed my mouth back at his and soon we
were both moaning into each other’s mouth. Daddy was kissing me like a grown
up, and making love to me - - fucking me!!! My
own father was fucking me!

The tears dropping down my cheeks were subsiding. The pain,
between my legs and inside my body, was starting to fade; it was being replaced
by a very pleasurable overwhelming feeling. Within me I felt my inners were
overstuffed! My Daddy’s flesh was inside and I felt as if it was all the way up
to my inner rib cage.

The throbs of pleasure were now back, or maybe they had
never left. I started to swivel my hips, just slightly, experimentally. It
didn't hurt! In fact, it was starting to feel good. Daddy and I were fucking! As
my excited torso went into auto sex drive, my father lifted his pubic bone away
from my body, so that my increased motions could have the desired effect. The
now familiar pleasurable sensations were radiating throughout my body from
between my legs again. Daddy started to withdraw and I hungrily grabbed his
butt, pulling him back into me.

“Oh Lynn,"
he said, heatedly. "It feels so good being inside you!"

I smiled back, my face still wet with tears. “It feels better
to have you inside me, Daddy," I told him, and then my face screwed up, as
a stronger throb of pleasure coursed through my body.

With Daddy pumping his thing in and out of me, and my inside
reacting with wild explosions, I could feel that I was getting closer to
heaven. I excitedly continued to thrust and swivel my hips and just as I was
ready to explode in a burst of a million excited tingles, Daddy grabbed me and
rolled over so that he was on his back and I was lying on top. He held my butt
hard, forcing me to come down a little from my upward spiral.

I was going crazy, I no longer wanted to orgasm, I needed it.

“Let go, Daddy, let go," I groaned, "let me move -
- please…" I pleaded.

He grinned up at me and then his big hands released my ass
cheeks and my hips started to wiggle and pump again. I was finally on my way to
the explosion I craved. I was actually fucking my Daddy!

Then he reached up and drew my mouth down to his and as I
continued to ride him, Daddy kissed me with all the passion in the world.
Pulling his mouth from mine he moved it to my ear, where he then urgently
warned, "I'm ready to cum baby girl, and if I cum you could get pregnant."

As fear raced through my mind, I tried to slow my movements,
but the feelings driving me were too overwhelming; I couldn't stop.

“Please Daddy, don’t. Don’t do that cum in me!" I
begged, unable to stop myself from fucking him. His hands were all over me,
rubbing my sides, stroking my back.

Daddy was acting as if he was trying his best to control
himself, yet give me as much pleasure as possible. He softly urged, “Lynn, Hon;
If you straighten up and lift off me, you will be safe. If you cum, I won't be
able to help myself. Lift up baby girl. You are on top, just lift off, Hon."

I knew he was right and I forced myself to straighten up so
I was squatting on him. Then I straightened my legs so just the tip was
touching my hole. There was agony on his face as he reached up to caress my
breasts and to pinch my hard little nipples.

The feeling of emptiness was overpowering. My insides
throbbed trying to milk the joyous presence that was no longer there. I was
churning within and wanted completion. I also didn’t care right then if Daddy
put a baby in me.

My mind and body gave in to my urges and I just dropped,
forcing my Daddy’s manhood back deep inside me. As I dropped down I felt his
hands leave my breasts and clamp on my hips forcing me down. He wanted it to
happen too! Twice more I tried to lift off him, and twice more I couldn't stand
the empty feeling and plunged back down his rod.

“I'm almost there, baby girl," he gasped, "Daddy’s
sperm will be flooding your body looking for your egg."

With that announcement and my continued fucking, Daddy then
turned us so I was again on my back and he was again lying between my legs - -
fucking me! I knew that I had my chance and had given it up. I knew now that Daddy
wasn't going to stop until he had planted his seed into my body.

It was more dangerous than he realized. From the way my mom
explained when I got my first period three months earlier, right now was my
fertile time of month. My body was probably ready to make a baby. I knew that
but I still didn’t care. Knowing the danger put an even greater edge on my
pleasure. My own father was about to give me a baby, my whole body was
throbbing in pleasure.

“Fuck me, Daddy, fuck me – cum ahhh cum...”

Daddy was pulsing within my depths, deep thrusting strokes
in and out of my kitty – my cunt - as
my hips rotated in endless little circles.

Gasping, no longer able to whisper, Daddy groaned, “Oh god
baby girl, I’m in you - in you. Daddy’s going to cum sooo much ahhh…” he cried
as he plunged one last time, staying deep so he could flood my whole body.
Tonight I was going to get his baby. “Ahhh ahhh ahhh ahhh…” he groaned.

As my body convulsed I could hear Daddy bellow that he was
cumming. That did it for me. At his announcement, my whole body convulsed. Knowing
that he was sperming in me had my inner muscles squeezing at his manhood,
gripping him deep inside me, milking him for his seed. Exciting inner explosions,
so intense that it almost wasn't pleasurable, smashed through my body.

“Oh, yeah, my Daddy, sperm inside me. Ohhhhh yeahhhhhh.”

My muscle spasms were so strong that I bucked up and about
so hard and wildly, Daddy had to hang on for dear life. I could feel the
muscles in my abdomen contracting around his huge manhood. Each time my inner muscles
contracted, milking his sperm into me, blazing red flashes of light flashed
before my eyes.

Daddy just held on, keeping himself as deep within me as possible,
letting my ‘kitty’ suck the cream from his penis. With each of my spasms, I
felt one from him. Deep inside me I felt the heat, knowing his sperm was
streaming into me. I could almost feel my insides making yet more room to make a
place for his seed.

I could feel his spurting throbs weaken; and shortly
thereafter I felt him starting to shrink inside of me.

“No!" I cried. "Don't stop. Please don’t stop,
Daddy," I pleaded, but to no avail.

Then with his softened thing still in me, he rolled us onto
our sides. My first time with my father was now a wonderful memory. He seemed
drained of energy.

That was how we went to sleep.

The rest of my story is very unpleasant, so I’ll not bother
to go any further.

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