Here it is, fresh off the printer and the ink is still wet. Well, OK, so I am typing this and there is no ink, but damned if my panties aren't soaked! LOL hope you enjoy.!
It was June 17th. I remember it very well as that day (a saturday) became my Daddy's and my anniversary of sexual adventure.
It was the day I gave him my virginity. Where to begin, where to begin... Well I guess the story really begins after my first period. That was when Daddy started telling me that "it" would happen soon (as I would ask him like every few days). Waiting for that to happen was worse than the anticipation build up for Christmas!!! Because at least then I had a target date that I could mark on the calendar. But I didn't know and it frustrated me. I know now, in hind-site and of course talking to my dad, that he was purposely avoiding any sexual contact with me to build up both our sexual appetites and make our first time together very special.
I played with myself alot during that time, and many a time I made myself raw. But I was always careful not to rupture myself. Yes, I knew about my hymen and I knew it why it was there and what would happen the first time I was made love to. I knew it would hurt, and to be honest, I kind of dreaded the pain as even today I am a total wimp when it comes to pain. And yet, I barely gave it much thought as the butterflies in my tummy and the burning itch in my groin was making me do sexual backflips (figurative language of course - though I ~could~ do cart wheels, LOL). But Dad had it all planned out, as I said. He was and still is a good schemer ;) On the night of the 18th as I was giving him a kiss and hug good night, he reached up my over sized T-shirt to my panties and stroked my pussy. It had been so long (almost two months) since he had touched me there that I almost came at first contact.
As mom was upstairs getting things ready for the night, I knew we had a few seconds together and it felt sooooooo good. I was rocking against his fingers and I could feel his erection against my leg. I wanted him soooo badly it hurt. I jumped when we heard mom coming down the stairs and he gave my soaking pussy a friendly squeeze and whipsered in my ear "tomorrow night." I jumped on his lap and kissed him and hugged him tight before running off to finish myself off, thinking of what tomorrow may have in store for me. I don't know how many times I came that night, but I was exhausted the next morning. I hadn't slept a wink, not because of my masturbating, but because of my anticipation of what was to cum. I guess mom saw something in my face because she asked me if I was feeling OK. I didn't want her thinking I was sick or something, so I forced myself to brighten up and it wasn't really hard to do as I was already just about ready to burst something, so I let some of my enthusiasm out and wolfed down my cereal as I sat watching toons on TV.
It wasn't long before Dad got up. I know he and mom didn't have sex the night before as I had been listening. I was glad they didn't. As he came out into the living room, he flashed me his hardon under his robe before going out to join mother who was in the kitchen. I heard them talking, so I turned the TV down to eavesdrop. They were having a tidbit of an argument. I hated them as they always depressed me and made me worry. I loved dad and enjoyed pleasuring him and him doing me, but I also loved my mom and was always afraid that hey would get a divorce. The fears of any child, I guess. My parents are still together ;) From what I overheard (and of course my after-the-fact knowledge) I figured out that there was a small festival going on downtown and Dad wanted to take me and mom there to have some fun on the rides.
Well mom hates crowds and so she never liked festivals or fairs, etc. Dad knew she would turn him down, he was counting on it.
And in fact it was mom that suggested that he take me alone and make it a daddy-daughter day. So after a few minutes he "relented." As for me, I was sort of crestfallen. I didn't want to go to some stupid carnival. I wanted to be fucked. So when dad came in to tell me the news, I was in a glum mood and gave him the "evil eye," of which he just smiled and winked. It confused me, but it didn't take me long to catch on that the carnival was a ploy. So I hurried to get dressed and brush my teeth and hair. I put on a pair of yellow shorts and a white tank-top that showed (what I thought anyway) off my ~just~breasts. It would be another 6-8 months before I really had lemon sized to speak of, and I was totally hairless. I pulled on a pair of grungy tennis shoes and waited very impatiently while dad took his time in the shower and getting ready. And what made things worse was that mom was giving me this speech about minding Dad and not wandering off, etc.
Then FINALLY Dad was ready to go. He gave mom a quick kiss goodbye and told her we'd be back late this evening. I was so excited to get going, but mom caught me by the arm and pulled me in for a gushy hug and said to remember what she'd told me and have fun. Dad asked her once more if she wanted to come along, and my heart stopped beating until she answered no. That she would just stay home and get caught up on some work and watch some TV. I bounded into the passager side of Dad's red ford pickup and waited for him to casually climb into the cab. When he did he smiled at me and squeezed my thigh reassuringly. I was ready to burst I tell you.
I just wanted him to take me away and make love to me. Where are we going I asked him as I waved bye to mom. And he responded tot he carnival of course. No we ain't I said and he looked at me and said quizically "we're not? then were are we going?" I shrugged my shoulders and sat back against the seat. I wasn't sure where we were going. My mind thought of people's houses, motels, and even the back of his truck, but he wouldn't answer me. Well, by that time I really didn't know what to think, especially since we were headed down town - toward the carnival. And sure enough, Dad parks close by, but as he got out, he told me to stay and wait for him, so I did. About 15 minutes later he comes back with a couple of pepsis, hotdogs, popcorn, two bags of cotton candy, a large, light green teddy bear and a couple of other little prizes.
He smiles at me and says evidence, and I laugh and grab at the cotton candy. Dad gets in and sets the teddy bear between us and as it is almost noon, we munch out. Just as we were getting done, he takes this big god of ketchup and mustard and wipes it on my shirt. He laughs at my indignation and reminds me how often I ~don't~ make a mess. But I had been trying that day! But he was right. He started the truck and I was content to eat popcorn and see were dad took us. Soon we were heaed out of town and into the country along the back roads. I had caught on where we were going, as his dad used to have a cottage on a small lake, but Grandpa had died a couple of years back, so it was empty now. Dad hadn't sold it and we use it as a get away every now and then.
We pulled up to the driveway and I was full of anticipation. I could eel the hotdogs, popcorn and cotton candy all just sitting in my gut like a lead weight. I was jittery. I wanted this to happen and I couldn't believe that it was finally coming true. Daddy could read me like a book, though I've gotten better at hiding my emotions, even from him. But anyway, he asked me if I was feeling ok. I looked at him and I swear my heart started Going "BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM" thick and heavy.
I was in love with him and I would do anything to make him and me happy. I nodded yes and smiled. Good then, he said to me and got out of the truck and I opened the door and he was already at my side offering me his hand, which I took and climbed down. I took a minute to look out at the beautiful lake, with the sun shining on the water. It's funny how when the important events in your life, you can remember all the little details like the lake and how good the sun felt on my skin and even the coolness of the shade and the getle breee that seemed to come off the lake's edge! Daddy called to me from the door, holding open the screen as he unlocked the heavy oak door. Inside, everything was just how I remembered leaving it the last time we were there in the spring. It smelled a bit musty, but it was a comforting smell.
One I knew and trusted from visits and vacations here. Dad closed the doors and stepped up behind me and I could feel his hardness at the small of my back.
He started gently rubbing at my shoulders and it felt really good. He always did know exactly the thing to do to help me to feel good. After a couple of minutes his hands wandered away from my shoulders and down my chest to my little tits of beginning breasts and my nipples were so sensitve at that time (not that they aren't now, but that whole puberty thing just had them on fire all the time!) that my nipples were rock hard and almost hurt. But it was good kinda hurt that went straight to my loins. A couple of seconds of that and I had to pull away from him for my own sanity. I looked at him a bit questionably as I didn't know where we should "do it" but after all the asking and pleading, for some reason now that it was here, I had trouble saying it and I hoped he would understand what I meant. And he did. Smiling he reached out and took my hand, whispering Come on.
He led me to the hot-tub on the enclosed "inner deck" (it used to be the deck until Grandma and Grandpa had a hot tub installed, then they had the deck enclosed and insulated and a new deck built). I was surprised to see that the hot tub was filled with water already and was about to say this to Dad, but he shushed me with his knowing smile and hit the heater and water jets. He told me to get in and he would be right back. So after he left I shucked my shirt, tossing it to a far corner, kicked off my shoes and peeled off my shorts and panties in one big lump and tossed them to join my shirt. I tested the water with my toes, but it was still a bit cool, so I went and opened up the windows (They still wanted the feel of being outside, so they had these huge insulated windows put in as they enclosed it) They slid open easily and I enjoyed the feeling of the fresh air on my naked body. By that time, Dad came back.
He was naked already and sporting his huge boner. I shivered seeing it and knew it would soon be in me, but NOT SOON ENOUGH FOR ME! I felt like I was leaking all over. I was ready for it, I knew it! In his arms he carried a couple of towels two long stemmed glasses and a Dark bottle. Your'e not in yet, he said, and I shot back neither are you! But mine had a double meaning and I smiled mischieviously. I was excited doubly because not only was I gonna get fucked, but I concluded that this would also be my first glass of wine. Mom and Dad drank wine occasionally for supper, especially when friends came over, but they'd never let me have more than a quick sip, but Dad had TWO glasses! He set the towels down on the plastic lounge chairs and took the bottle and the two glases and stepped in and sat down. I watched as his penis disappeared beneath the churling water.
He motioned for me to come sit by him, so I too climbed in. The water was starting to get warm, but it still felt like ice on my overheated pussy! I snuggled up to him and he put his arm around me. I laid my head on his chest and felt/heard his comforting heart beat and my hand went down to find his hard cock. I had started jacking him, but he manuevered away from my hand saying that there would be time for that. First we both needed to relax I smiled and said ok. I moved away from him a bit and dunked my head (I've always been one that if I'm wet, I need to be all the way wet or it just feels too weird). While I was doing this, Daddy was pouring the wine. I don't know what kind it was, as at that time I just figured they were all the same except for the color! But this one was a deep burgandy color. Blush probably. He handed me the glass (only half full, but who was I to argue ;) and I snuggled up to him again and took my first sip and it tasted sooooo good. Infact, in all the wines I've had since then, I've never gotten close to the taste of that day. I settled back into his arms and let the water rush over me and I could feel my body go limp. It felt so good. For a while I even forgot why we were at the cottage in the first place.
That is until he started caressing my shoulder and kissing me on the neck. I'd drunk my entire half-glass of wine by then and he was adamant that I couldn't have more and it was a good thing too, because looking back, I can say I was at the very least, tipsy. All of a sudden I felt HOT and needed to get out of the tub. I started to climb out, but my legs gave way and I ended up being caught by Daddy who picked me up and carried me out. The cool air felt icey and my nipples perked right up. He asked me if I was allright and I just smiled at him and said yeah and I laughed. Boy I was out of it, LOL. I don't think I was bombed drunk or anything, just a really good buzz Daddy carried me into Grandpa's old room and for a second I could have sworn that he was there too and it sent shivers down my spine.
Daddy felt me shudder and asked me if I was cold and I put my arms around his neck and said yes, to which he replied that I wouldn't be for very long, and he set me gently on the bed and gave me the longest and best kiss I have EVER gotten. I suppose it was the magic of that day that made everything so "special" or perhaps it my my memory building upon it. I don't really know, nor do I care ;) Daddy pressed himself on me and I could feel every hair on his chest and his skin was fire on my own. His dick was pressing madingly into my leg and I was so incredibly horney and I kissed him again. Each time he kissed me it drove me nuts. The feel of his tongue in my mouth and mine in his, dancing and swirling - together... Then he broke our kissing and kissed me on the nose, then on the chin and I knew what was next because it was the routine he always did before he went down on me. My pussy spasmed in want and anticipation and I was busily rubbing it against him whereever I could come into contact with him. His kisses trailed down to my breasts and I was so fucking ready to cum. Usually I like him playing with my nipples with his tongue and sucking them into his mouth, but I pushed his head lower and lower and I was just about bouncing off the walls when he got to my belly button, then lower until he finally got down to my pussy. I think he knew what a frantic state I was in because he didn't bother teasing me like he usually did, but went straight for my clit.
And at the first touch of his tongue on that little button, I was off like a damned rocket. I pushed my pussy up into his face, grabbed ahold of his hair and squeezed his head between my thighs as I got off. Again I must say that it had to have been one of my biggest climaxes. Once I calmed down enough to see straight, there was Dad smiling a warm smile and asking me if I was all right and know that I was. I nodded and he asked if he should continue. For an answer I sat up and kissed him again. I didn't think until after (that night when I was alone in bed the memories fresh in my mind and my poor little pussy sore but not sore enough to gently rub myself to another orgasm!), that he just had his tongue in me and I then had it in my mouth. up until then it kinda turned me off. But that night I got to thinking and that leads to a whole 'nother story!!!!!!!!!! He gently broke ou kiss and laid me back down and I was in for a nice long tongue bath. I wish I could give you a detail of every little stroke of his marvelous tongue, but it seems to all run together, with little snatches of memories of cum after cum and me gripping the bedspreads and his fingers gently prodding my pussy and rear end. It all just felt so wonderful. Finally after what I cannot figure in my own mind if it was a long time or a short time, LOL, he stops after my last cum and I am breathing hard and I have my eyes closed and am just enjoying being alive.
My body is all electric and I can feel everything from Daddy's warm soft presence to the damn material of the bedspread. I was never so alive! I couldn't imagine it being any better, but it was! Daddy started crawling up to me and spent a tad bit on my neglected nipples then moved up to kiss me on the mouth some more and I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer, forgetting again where his tongue was just at. Finally he sat up on his knees and manuevered himself so that he was between my legs and I was spread ever so wide. I watched him as he picked up a tube of vaseline that he must have had laying on the bed and rubbed it all over his cock so that it glistened. Next he put a nice glob on his fingers and spread it on my pussy, concentrating on my soon to be bigger, hole. It was a bit of a shock, that first cold application, but soon he had me rocking back and forth on his fingers, but he stopped just short of sending me over the edge again. Then he lifted me by the waste and his dick slid up against and wedged ever so hotly against my pussy lips as he pused a pillow under me and settled me back down. Then he edged himself closer and started to run his cock head around on my lips and gently wedged in in between, then back out and around my clit and voer my lips and back in, repeating the cycle till I was practically thrusting my pussy at him severy time it got near my entrance. I'm sure he was having more than just a little fun ;) Then he settled himself at my hole and pushed in just a little bit, and it felt so fucking HUGE!
Already it was hurting a little bit as it stretched gaining even hat little bit of an entrance. THen he looked at me (I was watching every little detail as I didn't want to miss a damned thing. I'd waited too long to have my eyes shut now and I STILL Like watching it go in!) and silently asked if I was ready, I nodded, knowing that this was going to hurt as Daddy and I talked about it quite alot actually. Then I couldn't think anymore because he sort of just dropped on me and fire spread through my groin and my vision kind of went dark for a second excpt for these little white explosions (I kid you not!) and I could hear myself give a scream (something I promised myself I wouldn't do) and I was crying. Damned if it didn't hurt like a bitch and Dad was hovering over me, him still in me, caressing my hair and asking if I was OK. I sniffed out that I was, but it hurt really bad and he asked if we should stop. I said no, but just don't move it for a while, so we laid there with him on top of me and in me whimpering into his shoulder. I've asked him since, what it felt like for him and he said that if it wasn't for the knowledge that he had hurt me, it owuld have been a fantastic entrance and even through it all, it was extremely difficult for him not to pump the hell out of me.
But after a while the pain lessened or more rather got numb and the I was becoming increasingly aware of his fullness inside me. I began tentively making small movements with my hips and when more pain didn't rip through me, my movements got bolder. Daddy picked up on my moving and it wasn;'t long before I had the nice steady rythym going of getting fucked. It's amazing isn't it? How the body just naturally knows exactly how to move? Soon I was frantically thrusting my pussy up and down his thick cock and I remember watching it between us, dissapearing so magically inside my still bald pussy. It didn't take me long to cum and I just wrapped my whole body around him and shook. God.... When I was over and relaxed back down on the bed, he began thrusting into me and I could feel myself beginning that familar ride to an orgams again when all of a sudden he pushed deep inside me and I felt him pulse and I could feel his dick throb with every jet of his sperm going deep inside me. It felt fantastic! When he was done, he kissed me and sort of et himself fall to my side but with his arm still around me.
I remember how "void" it felt inside me as though something were missing, and there was - him! I felt so happy! But then I realized that he came inside me and I turned to him with my fears. I was younger and I wasn't stupid. I knew how babies were made. He just smiled at me and explained to me a little further. He reminded me that I had just gotten done with my period just the day before yesterday and that a girl doesn't ovulate right away. He said it was a very risky form or birth control and that after today we'd use condoms, but he wanted my first time to be without so that I could know how great it felt. He was right, hehe. Skin feels so much better than rubber, LOL. I settled down and snuggled myself closer to him, trusting in him that he knew all the answers. He was my dad and he could do EVERYTHING! ;) I fell asleep in his arms that day. He was so warm and so safe. I still felt a bit uncomfortable down there, but also very satisfied. I awoke later to him caressing my tummy with his fingers. "morning sleepyhead" he said to me. He was lying on his side next to me with his hand supporting his head. I asked him how long I was sleeping and he told me only about a half hour. I stretched lazily and I could feel the sliminess of the vaseline and the stretched out feeling of his dried cum on my side and back from when we cuddled. He then said we had better get cleaned up and head back home.
With that he picked me up and I put my arm around his neck and he carried me back to the still warm waters of the hot tub. He set me down and I crawled in. At first, the warm water made my pussy throb, but very soon it relaxed the muscles and the throbbing quickly went away. The warm water felt good and I put my head back and just let my body go limp and I was effectively floating pretty much on my back. Dad climbed in next to me and pulled me over to him and he proceeded to gently caress away all that afternoons fluids that had since dried. "Does it hurt?" he asked and I forced myself back down to sit instead of float. No, I told him, it didn't. I lied. It still did hurt some. To change the subject, I asked if we could still go to the carnival for a little while. I mean, after all, I WAS a kid, LOL, and carnivals were fun. Daddy didn't seem to go for the idea and said that we should really go home so Mom wouldn't worry. But LOL, I'd already learned that you can make a man do practically anything if you give him the right..."motives." And I had just recently acquired a new weapon in that arsenol. hehe. "Please?" I asked putting on my biggest puppydog face I could muster and when that didn't work, I climbed onto his lap, put my arms around him and asked again staring into his eyes. Still he said no, but I could feel something else stirring, so I reached down and stroked it to full hardness. I asked once more as I positioned him just inside my battered pussy lips. He closed his eyes as I sank slowly down onto him and it was a good thing too, cause I know I must have been cringing. It felt good, but damn, my pussy was just not used to it and it still hurt from the first time! When he was all the way inside me I asked him once more and he opened his eyes and kissed me hard and said OK.
I was happy and soon we were rocking back and forth as he and I built up our orgasms. I reached mine first and pushed myself down hard onto him and shuddered as it hit me. My tight pussy orgasming around his dick was too much for him and he delivered another load of his semen into me. The second load of what would become many many times ;) He held me for a while and I felt somewhat amazed, as his dick shrank inside me. I could feel it as it lost it's hardness and inched it's way out, LOL. I still think that feeling is neat! After that, we got out and dad dried me, paying special attention, of course, to my pussy and breasts. He was gentle though, and for that I was glad. We got dressed with lots of hugging and copping feels, and dad let out the water, got rid of the wine evidence and we were on our way. I admit, I wanted to talk with him about what happened and what would happen again, but when we got on the road, I was fast asleep and didn't wake up till we got to the carnival. By this time it around dinner time, so Daddy treated us to some carny pizza and pop before hitting the rides. All total, we probably were there about an hour, but it was still fun When we got home, Mom was a bit mad about us being so late, but she asked how were the rides, and I told her bluntly that I liked the big rides the best and I went on it twice, smiling to Dad at our private joke. Mom asked what ride was that? and Daddy looked almost frightened, like as if I would give him away. And I just said, "oh you know, that one that you go up and down on... I forget the name." Mom looked puzzled but let it drop and dad was sweating! LOL.
Then I changed the subject and said that I was starved and what was there to eat. Later that night as I laid in bed, the peaceful quiet made me remember the days events. I couldn't help myself and my hand found it's own way down beneath my panties and I gently stroked myself to another orgasm before falling asleep. "The day is done and the hour won, but now it the time sleep.