Part 02
In Episode 1, I related the events after the death of my mother in a car crash on my 18th birthday. My fear that Daddy would try to harm himself because of his deep grief led me to start sleeping in bed with him. I came to realize that he needed me to take my mother's place in every way, a thought that both shocked me and thrilled me. Daddy, to his credit, never ever made any inappropriate advances. In fact, when I tried to "help him out" he resisted - vehemently at first, but eventually it led to... well, maybe you should read Episode 1 before you read this.
The morning after: I woke up, naked, cuddled up against Daddy, who was laying on his left side, snoring. Was last night real? Had my Daddy and I had oral sex? The thought was just too delicious and too good to be true. Lust coursed through my body. I knew I wanted and needed more. Would he agree to do it again? Would he let me suck his big Daddy-dick again and swallow his delicious Daddy-load? Would he suckle his little girl's breasts and lick my virginal pussy until I came in his handsome face??
I had saved myself. I had always gone to church. Mom had always made sure that we did and she emphasized being "a good girl" and saving myself for marriage. Daddy had always at least given lip service to all she said. He, too, believed in church attendance and living a moral life. I bought into it. I knew that I wasn't supposed to have sex before marriage.
I knew, too, that incest was looked upon as a perversion, and there were biological reasons for that as well as the fact that it was a deviation from cultural norms. But I grew up believing that sex is not just an animal impulse, but an expression of deep love. Well, who do you love more than your family members? I loved my brother and my Daddy more than any males on earth. Even when I had crushes on other guys, I didn't have that deeply embedded trust and lifelong love. Besides that, they were both so handsome and treated me like a princess.
After Mom's death, when I started sneaking into Dad's bed to make sure he was not doing himself harm, I began having sexual fantasies about my Dad, especially after he would roll over in his sleep and fondle my breasts with his hard cock against my butt.
Then "the incident" happened. Upon awakening and realizing that I had just had oral sex with my own Dad, I had all kinds of thoughts running through my head. I desperately wanted him to be okay with it and I envisioned having a full-fledged sexual relationship with him -- at least oral sex.
I hugged Daddy, noticing that he had put his boxer shorts back on, apparently after I fell asleep. He snorted and rolled over to face me. I kissed him - just a peck on the lips. He smiled, sleepily.
"Honey, please put some clothes on," he yawned.
"Why, Daddy?" I asked as I stretched, thrusting my breasts out to make sure he saw them. Even after last night's attention, they were eager to be sucked and licked again.
"Honey, it's not right. Last night was a mistake," he said as he got out of bed and, without looking back, trudged to the bathroom.
'Is he fucking kidding?' I wondered. All this build up and anticipation and he thinks it's going to be a one night stand?
When he came back into the room I was still totally naked, laying as provocatively as I could. He looked and I saw the interest. Maybe not lust. After all, I drained him well last night, but he couldn't ignore me.
"Pammy, please. Put your clothes on. Get a shower and we'll talk. Go. I'll make breakfast."
I reluctantly went to my bathroom and showered, then dressed in panties and a short tee shirt, my usual attire for bed or just to lay around the house if there were to be no visitors. Daddy had cooked up eggs and bacon and pancakes. I love pancakes! And coffee.
We didn't talk much during breakfast except for small talk. So, he didn't want to talk about it. Okay. What could I say? I wanted more. It didn't have to be intercourse. I wasn't even sure if I wanted that, although I desired it. I realized that he probably felt guilty. I should have, too, but I didn't. Not a bit.
Finally, Daddy blurted, "Pammy, you just can't be sleeping in the bed with me anymore. It's wrong. What we did last night was incest!"
I giggled, at which he looked surprised and a little peeved. "They say incest is best, Daddy!" I laughed, got up, and jumped in his lap.
He tried not to laugh, and tried to push me off his lap, but I bit his ear and stuck my tongue inside it. Then I tried tickling him. Then I kissed his mouth and he let me, but just for a few seconds. He got up, dumping me off his lap and I nearly fell in the floor.
"You have got to stop this, Pammy. I mean it. It's wrong."
"But I like it," I said seriously. "It makes me feel alive for the first time since Mom has been gone. And I know you like it. Tell me you don't."
I waited while he studied me. He looked at the floor, sighed, and sat back down. "That's the problem, Pammy. I like it. Even without what happened last night, I like it... everything. Being here with you. You sitting in my lap. Your short tee shirts. Your flirting." He stopped and tears came into his eyes. "You're so beautiful, and you remind me so much of your mother, and it breaks my heart."
I cried, too, and Daddy took me in his arms and I sat on his lap. I wanted him. So bad. I wanted him to love my body and make me feel good. I wanted him to take the pain away, and I wanted to take his pain away. I wanted to take care of him.
After breakfast, Daddy went to work. I had several chores I had to do and I had to study. Final exams and graduation were coming up. It made me sad to think of my mother, whom I had actually had as a teacher, not getting to see me graduate. I was near the top of my class, even with all the time I had missed. She would have been so proud of me.
Daddy was on my mind all day. Should I just do what he said? Just forget it ever happened? Could I do that? Could he? After last night, how could I resist him? It was so fucking good! And I know he loved it, too. Doesn't every man love a blow job? Especially when the girl will drink his cum? FUCK! I wanted more. I had to have more. But I could not be demanding. I could not argue with him. I had to just be myself!
We had take-out Mexican that night. Fajitas. My favorite! We ate and he cleaned up while I finished some homework. Then I put on an old nightie, one that I had probably quit wearing 3 or 4 years previous. I could barely get it on. It was almost uncomfortably tight and didn't even cover my panties. I don't care for thongs, much, but I wore the briefest bikini panties that I could locate. The nightie showed off my every curve. I looked fucking hot, if I may say so. My nipples were hard and I was horny and needy.
Daddy had the Braves game on and was sitting in his recliner. I started rubbing his shoulders. "That feels good, honey," he said, closing his eyes.
"Did you have a hard day at work, Daddy?"
"Not really. I'm a little tense because I'm behind. I can't seem to get caught up."
"Your muscles are tense. You need to lay down and let me rub your whole back."
At that he opened his eyes and looked up at me. He noticed the tight nightie and how my nipples were rock hard. He closed his eyes again and said, "Here is fine. It feels great, honey." I continued to massage his shoulders and upper back, but I could see, even with his jogging pants on, that I had affected him.
After a few minutes, during which time I made small talk with him about the Braves, I came around and sat in his lap. I could see and practically feel his eyes feasting on my body. The nightie was working its magic. My panties were wet and I wanted him to touch me. Fuck, I was horny. He could do anything to me. I didn't care. If he wanted my virginity, it was his. If he wanted a repeat of last night, that was fine, too. If he wanted to just kiss and hug and touch me all over, I could be satisfied with that, but FUCK I needed his attention.
I kissed his neck and ears and stroked his hair. He was motionless. Ugh! Was he not going to cooperate? I kissed his mouth, but he moved his head. I straddled him, grinding myself into his hardness through our clothing. He acted like he was watching TV. At least his cock was hard. I whispered, "I love you," in his ear, and he replied in kind. Straddling him, I raised myself up and, grasping the hem of the translucent nightie, with great effort lifted it over my head, throwing it in the floor. My nipples were as hard as diamonds and were practically in his face. I pressed my breasts into his face, desperately needing him to fondle, kiss, and suckle them.
No.
"Get up, Pammy. I mean it. This has gone far enough," he said angrily. I didn't like that voice. It scared me. I had never liked it when my Dad got angry; it was very rare for him to do so, and even more rare for him to be angry at me.
I got up. "Go to your room. Don't come back down until you wear something decent. This is stopping right now! Do you understand me?" He was shouting. I nodded and burst into tears.
I ran upstairs and closed my door. I cried and cried. I had disappointed him! I wasn't as good as Mom. I couldn't do what Mom did. It wasn't the same. He couldn't love me like he loved her. I was inexperienced. He had rejected me. He saw me as a kid. I had to admit that what we had was not real. I was so disappointed and so hurt. Daddy had rejected me. Maybe he still loved me? I knew he did, but not the way I wanted him to. I thought I could take Mommy's place, but now I knew that I couldn't. I never wanted him to forget her, of course, but I wanted to make sure his needs were met and now I understood that I could not fulfill his needs.
I made up my mind that night. I would still fantasize about him (how could I not?), but I would behave. I would wear thick, long pajamas that would not show my body. I wouldn't even kiss his cheek unless he kissed mine first or asked me to. I would try not to let him know how hurt I was. I wouldn't even mention it. Ever. My whole life.
The next few weeks were hectic. I finished school. Graduation came and went. My brother came in for the graduation. Based on how he had behaved when Mama died, I figured he would want to "play", and, even though I was still pissed at him, I was kinda wanting something to happen, too. But he brought a girlfriend with him, with whom I shared my bed for the night while he slept on the couch. I was fucking jealous. Was she getting it from him? She was sweet and we hit it off well enough, but they left the next day.
A week or so later, Daddy announced that he was taking me to the beach as a graduation gift, if I wanted to go. I had a summer job lined up, tutoring some struggling high school kids in math, but it wouldn't start for a couple of weeks. Daddy had a friend who offered him the use of his condo. I loved the beach, so I was very excited.
During these weeks, Daddy had not so much as seen my knees, except in a dress. He certainly had not seen my breasts. I don't wear dresses that reveal a lot of cleavage, so he didn't even see that. He never brought up our incident, and neither did I. I didn't sit in his lap and I didn't rub his shoulders. I was as chaste as a girl can be, except in my bedroom, where I masturbated nearly every night, almost always thinking of him. I kept telling myself to think of something else, even my brother, but no matter what, I kept coming back to how eagerly he devoured my wet pussy and what a massive and manly load of Daddy-cream he had given to his little girl. FUCK!
I realized that I needed to go shopping to go to the beach. I had not been to the beach in several years and rarely wore a bathing suit in public. We had a pool, so it didn't matter that my swimwear was old. But we were going to the beach! I needed swimsuits, maybe a nice sundress, and a nice dress to wear out to dinner. Daddy liked eating at nice restaurants with Mom, so maybe I would be his "date" to a nice restaurant when we went on vacation.
That got my mind wandering again. Being his date. Oh, FUCK! Being on the beach with him, wearing a new bikini! I had a good tan, already, from being out at the pool, usually when Daddy was at work. (Wouldn't want him to see me and maybe have a lustful thought!)
Daddy gave me his credit card and specified a dollar amount, so shopping I went. I found the nicest little short, black dress that was so elegant. It fit me perfectly. It was practically backless and it did show cleavage. Why not? It was on sale. I found a nice sundress that was more casual and somewhat less revealing in the front. Very pretty, though, and it was on sale! Then I looked at bikinis and one-piece swimsuits. I found a bikini that was exactly what I wanted. It was yellow and, for a bikini, fairly modest. I might get some stares, but it wasn't obscene. I also picked a couple of, more modest, one-piece suits. I could imagine Daddy admonishing me for wearing a scanty bikini to the beach, so I would be prepared.
As I was about to leave, however, I noticed a manikin dressed in the tiniest green thong bikini imaginable. I almost laughed out loud. Who would wear such a thing? I would have to get a wax to wear it, even though I kept myself very trimmed. Wow! Just imagining wearing it made me both nervous and excited. I tried it on. Pardon me, but I looked fucking good in it. I had never imagined wearing a garment this brief in public before. I would buy it and pack it and, if I lost my nerve, never wear it!
We drove to the beach. 10 hours. We listened to Alternative Rock (my favorite), the Braves (of course) and part of a book on tape that Daddy had gotten from the library. Something about the Lusitania. Pretty interesting. I'm nerdy enough.
My mind was wandering. I had made it a point to "behave" for over a month now. Now we were going to the beach. I was going to be laying out in the sun in a bikini. I certainly wasn't ashamed, but I couldn't possibly continue to abide by my own self-made rules of not showing Daddy any skin. And suntan oil - wouldn't we be rubbing suntan oil on each other? I knew that anything like that would excite me - would it also excite him? Would it lead to something? I couldn't get my hopes up.
After arriving at the condo, we went out to eat. Dad loves seafood; it's not my favorite, but I am from the South and I'll eat most anything fried. Daddy doesn't drink much, but on a special occasion or on vacation, he will sometimes have beer or wine. Mom always complained a little because she wouldn't touch alcohol at all. I had very limited experience with it, myself. Daddy ordered a beer and asked me if I wanted one. I must have looked shocked. "You're eighteen. Go ahead," Daddy urged.
"Sure, bring me what he's having, then," I smiled.
As we ate, I discovered that the beer tasted better than I had remembered. I probably had not drank over 4 beers in my life, and most of the time it was just a few sips. It seemed to taste okay with the fried food, though. Daddy ordered me a second one and, for the first time in my life, I learned what it meant to be tipsy. It felt wonderful! Daddy was laughing at me as he led me to the car. Of course the buzz didn't last very long, but it was still fun.
On the way back to the condo Dad stopped at the grocery store to stock up for the week. When we got to the beer coolers, he said, "you gonna drink any? I'll get extra."
I grinned. "Sure. Can we try different kinds?" I asked as I noticed all the different colorful packages. So we got plenty of beer. Daddy bought an ice cooler to take to the beach. Mom would not have approved. It appeared that Dad was planning on having a good time. That made me happy.
The next day found us at the beach. I was in my new yellow bikini (I wasn't sure yet about wearing the green thong) and was sipping a beer. Daddy had guzzled a couple. He and I strolled along the beach, allowing the waves to hit us, sometimes with a force strong enough to knock me into him. We held hands. It felt good. I felt wonderful.
When we returned to our beach chairs, Daddy lay on his stomach and asked me to rub sunblock on his back and legs. (Well fuck yeah!) I smoothed the cream on his muscular back, loving the feel of his warm, strong muscles under my fingers. Then I rubbed his legs, daring to rub between then all the way up to his trunks, which were gathered not far from his treasures. He rolled over and I rubbed the lotion on his chest, which just has sparse black hair and his very hairy, flat belly. FUCK, his tummy is so sexy!
Then it was my turn. Daddy popped another beer open and took a deep slug, then started rubbing my shoulders. How long had it been since he touched my bare flesh? It felt so good. His fingers felt so loving and so strong and masculine. He rubbed my whole back and, by then, I knew that I was wet. It wouldn't show, I didn't think, because we had gotten wet on our walk down the beach. Then he rubbed my legs, between my thighs and up to my butt cheeks right below my bikini. I was so turned on that I could barely stay still. He didn't know it, but I wasn't that far from orgasm. How did he turn me on this much??
That afternoon was so hot that we went to the condo to just sit on the patio, under the fan. We had some food and plenty of beer. Daddy wasn't drinking much because we were going out to eat that night. I drank 3, the most I had ever had in my life. I was tipsy and Daddy was enjoying it immensely. I was slurring my words. Daddy suggested that I take a shower and a nap to refresh me before we went out to eat. He also told me that we were going to a nice restaurant, so I should wear my new, nice dress.
"Are we going on a date, Daddy?" I was drunk. There's no other word for it. I was not used to drinking, at all, and I was really feeling it.
"If that's what you want to call it, sure," he laughed. "It's a date."
I got up to go shower. I ran into the side of the hallway and fell, laughing. Daddy came to see if I was all right. He said that he needed a nap and for me to come and get him if I needed him.
I stumbled into the shower. It was refreshing, but didn't totally sober me up. I had forgotten to bring any fresh clothes with me into the bathroom, so I dried off and stumbled out, totally naked. The door was directly across from Daddy's bedroom. His door was open, he was laying on the bed, and he was gazing directly at me.
"Oops," I giggled. "I forgot my clothes." I stood there a moment, but he never took his eyes off of me and he never said a word. I managed to go to my room, although my body was urging me to go to him. I suddenly felt sober, and very, very, very, horny.
I dressed in my little black dress. Looking in the mirror, I realized that I had never worn a dress that showed this much cleavage. 'Not as much as a bikini shows, though," I thought.
When Daddy saw me he actually whistled. "Pammy, you look beautiful," he said. He put his hand on my bare back, sending shivers of lust through my body, guiding me to the door.
The restaurant was so nice. Again, it wasn't really my favorite kind of food, but I let Daddy order for me, and it was okay. Daddy told me not to drink alcohol because he was having wine and probably should not drive. They started with some kind of nasty salad and then there was some kind of lobster dish, then some cheese bread, which is more what an all-American girl wants.
I noticed, or imagined, that Daddy was staring at my cleavage the entire evening. He was drunker than I had ever seen him. Not falling down drunk, not even as drunk as I had been that afternoon, but his speech was slurred and he wasn't trying to hide the fact that he was staring at my tits. When the waiter asked if we were having dessert, Dad laughed and nodded at me. The waiter smiled. What did THAT mean??
I drove back to the condo. Dad was talkative. "Did you see that girl with that black thong on today? Her parents must be proud," he said sarcastically.
"So you wouldn't want me dressing that way in public?" I asked.
"No! My little girl is not going to show everything she's got in public!" he laughed.
"How about in private?" I grinned.
He didn't comment, but said, "That dress is great. You look gorgeous, honey."
We arrived at the condo. Daddy was almost sober, but still a little giggly. He went into his room and came out moments later in just a pair of boxer shorts. I wasn't sure, but it looked like he had a slight erection. I was fiddling with the TV remote, trying to tune to the Braves game, still in my tiny little black dress. Daddy sat down on the couch and patted the cushion next to him. "Sit down and watch the game, Sissy!" He rarely called me that anymore, but had called me that when I was younger, from the time I could remember.
I sat down and he leaned over and kissed my shoulder. "You look good," he said as I leaned over and kissed his cheek.
"I'm going to change. I'll be right back," I whispered.
I sat on my bed, shaking. Could I do what I wanted to do? I took the dress off and, in my panties and bra, came out of the room, in full view of Daddy, and went to the refrigerator to get a beer.
I walked in front of him, hoping he liked the view, and announced, "That stuff made me so thirsty." I turned the beer up and drank about half of it before going back to my room where I downed the other half. I sat on the bed until the alcohol hit me. A warm buzz.
I removed the rest of my clothing and found the green thong bikini, realizing that I could not wear such a thing in public - but I sure could in private. I put it on. Oh, it barely covered anything. The front of the bottom was not as big as the palm of my hand. The coverings of my nipples were half that size. My breasts looked two sizes larger than my actual 32-C because the patches of cloth were so small. FUCK.
I peered around the corner. Daddy was laying on the couch, watching the game. "Daddy?" I yelled.
"Yeah, baby, what?," he looked at me as I poked my head out of the bedroom doorway.
"Remember that girl with the thong?"
"Sure do. There wasn't enough cloth there to wad a pop gun!" he laughed.
"You said that you wouldn't want me wearing something like that in public, right?"
He sat up. "What? Of course not. What are you up to?"
"How about in private, Daddy? I bought something just for you to see, and nobody else." I walked out in my green thong as Daddy's eyes roamed freely over my nearly naked body.
"Pammy, goodness. You can't wear that in public!"
I walked over to him and sat in his lap. "This is just for you, Daddy. You're the only man that gets to see this. Do you like it?"
"Oh, honey. What are you doing to me? I can't get you off of my mind." He started kissing me, laying me back on the couch, sucking my tongue, his hands feeling my body.
"Not here. Let's go to the bed," I moaned. I led him to the nearest bedroom, which was mine. We fell to the bed, his hand pulling the bikini top off one of my breasts, suckling it, licking it, making my whole body pound with unfettered lust. "Oh Daddy, oh that feels so fucking good!! Oh Daddy, I love you so much!" I muttered as I pulled his face to my chest, fucking his ears with my tongue, biting him, my hands reaching down to pull at his boxers.
He stood, dropping his boxers. His cock was completely engorged. It was wet with pre-cum. It needed sucking and he had come to the right place. I craved his big thick, hard, Daddy-cock. I craved his cum. I was starved for it. I wiggled out of the tiny thong bikini.
"Daddy, I need you. Do everything to me. Don't deny me, please?" I begged as I slid to the floor, grasping his engorged member in my hand. I looked at it, my mouth salivating. The head was shiny and purple and wet. It was oozing clear liquid and a drop of it threatened to fall to the floor. I licked it off, tasting it, savoring it.
His shaft was veiny and, to me, was a beautiful as anything I had ever seen. I wanted it stuffed down my throat even if it choked me. I pushed him back and he lay on the bed, his legs dangling off, his feet on the floor. I kneeled to worship.
"Daddy, I am going to suck you off. I want you to lay back and just enjoy it." I carefully licked it all over. He was unabashedly moaning and telling me just how good it felt and how good I was and how good I looked.
The first time I had sucked him off, he came almost immediately. I felt cheated. I was hoping he would last longer this time. Perhaps the wine that he had consumed would help.
I really didn't know how to suck a cock -- at least not from experience. The one time with Daddy and the vivid descriptions that Amy had given me was all I hhad in my arsenal, other than a raging lust to devour him. I already knew that I liked the taste of his cum and I had planned on drinking every drop, should I ever have another chance to do so. I didn't know how much of his cock that I could take in my mouth, but I was so horny that I felt like I could deepthroat a baseball bat.
I thirstily took his cock-head into my mouth. OH, FUCK, I loved the feeling of my Daddy's cock-head in there! My mouth produced a fresh torrent of saliva as I felt my pussy grow even wetter. I managed to move my eyes to Daddy's face. If I hadn't known better, I would have thought he was in agony. Hopefully he wasn't already about to cum because I had much more planned.
I positioned myself at an angle where his cock was pointed toward my throat. I knew this wasn't going to be easy, and not comfortable, but I thought I could, at least partially, take him into my throat. I moved slowly until I encountered the gag reflex. I stayed still, my throat trying to dispel this foreign object. After a few seconds I moved forward a tiny bit more and felt my Daddy's cock head begin entering the very top of my throat. I almost orgasmed.
I made myself push forward and, slowly but surely, his thick cock began to fill my throat, cutting off all my breath. Very, very, extremely uncomfortable, but so very worth it. I backed off, just enough to get a good breath. Daddy's hand was in my hair. He was moaning, "Oh, baby, that's so good. That's so good. You're such a good girl."
I pushed forward until I felt that I could not possibly take any more into my throat. I measured with my hand and discovered that there were at least 2 inches of hard man-meat still outside my mouth. Saliva was dripping out of my mouth and off my chin. My mouth was as wide as I could possibly get it. At least 3 inches of my Daddy's cock was in my throat. I didn't think I could take any more. As much as I loved it, as close as I was to having my own orgasm, I was in agony. It hurt. I couldn't breathe. I knew my throat would be really sore tomorrow and I probably would be hoarse. The throat was not designed to have a cock in it.
I reluctantly allowed him to slide completely out of my mouth and I coughed a little. His cock was obscenely wet, dripping with his precum and my saliva. It was dripping and running down onto his pendulous balls. Oh, FUCK, his nuts were so gorgeous! I picked them up and bathed them with saliva. I suckled very gently, while I stroked his cock with my hand. I licked between his balls, licking and sucking, moaning with my own enthusiasm. I could feel my pussy juice running down the insides of my thighs. Daddy was urging me on with urgency, groaning in obvious pleasure.
I took his cock in my mouth again, whipping my tongue around the swollen, leaking glans. "Oh, Pammy, that is going to make me cum!" he gasped as I looked into his handsome face.
That triggered my own orgasm. Holding his stiff cudgel in my hand and continuing to stroke it, I shrieked, "Oh, Daddy, I'm cumming!"
As I said that, his thick, viscous torrents of Daddy-cum began to shoot upward, landing on his stomach, the bed, and my breasts. I moved to take some in my mouth as a large, ropey gob landed on my face, covering both cheeks and my nose, then another hit my chin and began dripping off. I took his cock into my mouth, continuing to stroke, as he unleashed yet more, less forceful, jets of delicious man-seed into my mouth. I joyously swallowed as my orgasm hit with full force.
I put my hands under his ass and gripped both his ass cheeks, pulling his cock deep into my mouth and throat as I inhaled his essence. I could feel fiery-hot liquid pouring directly down my throat into my stomach. Gone were any thought of choking or being uncomfortable. This was my nourishment. This was the life-giving seed for which my body was starved.
I continued to suck and swallow, pulling him as deep as possible into my voracious mouth as humanly possible, my lips pressing against his pubis, as my tongue endeavored to lick downward toward his balls. I had fucking INGESTED him. He was shuddering and pushing at my head, trying to force me to disengage. Lack of oxygen finally made me do so, as I fell back onto the floor, gasping for breath, my breasts and face covered with cum.
"Pammy," I could hear him gasp as if from a distant place. "Come up here with me, Baby." I managed to crawl to the bed and into his arms. He looked at me with pure love. I knew, in that moment, that he wasn't having conscience pangs, as before.
"I love you, Daddy," I whispered. He kissed my lips tenderly. Then looked into my eyes and told me I was beautiful. I cuddled up with him and fell asleep.
Daddy awakened me the next morning, announcing that breakfast was served. He was serving me breakfast in bed!?!? I was overjoyed and the wide smile on his face told me that conscience pangs were not on the menu. I was hungry and ate voraciously. Even the coffee had just enough sugar in it to make it, if possible, even better.
He sat on the bed and stroked my legs through the sheet. I was still naked and he was looking at my breasts. "You are the most gorgeous woman in the world, Pam."
That made me blush. "Daddy! That's so sweet. I love you!" I leaned forward and kissed him on the lips. Just a peck.
Daddy said that he wanted to go to the beach for a few hours, if that was okay with me, and that we could then go shopping or watch TV, or whatever I wanted. Then we would have another date. My heart was bursting with happiness. Daddy had not been this happy since Mom died, and he genuinely wanted to spend time with me. And, maybe, just maybe, he wanted more of what I deeply wanted.
I took a shower and dressed in one of the one-piece swimsuits I had bought. When I came out of the bedroom, Daddy took one look and said, "You're not wearing that green bikini?"
I laughed. He had made it clear that he didn't want me wearing anything so scanty to the beach. Teasingly I said, "I will if you want. Everybody can see what is all yours." I think I actually winked.
"Go put it on, Sweetie," he croaked.
I stood with my mouth hanging open for a moment, just to make sure he wasn't kidding. Then I turned and headed for the bedroom. The bikini was still in the floor, where we had discarded it last night. My body was already shaking with excitement. My pussy was already beginning to tingle. I put the tiny outfit on and walked back out.
"You look incredible, Pammy. You inherited all of your mother's curves." He paused. "I know I should not talk this way."
I moved closer to him and put my arms around him. "This is our secret, Daddy. Nobody will ever know." I had a tear run down my face and Daddy kissed it away.
I had a cover-up to wear over the top of the bikini. Even though we were at a private beach, there were still a great many people around and I was a bit self-conscious as I removed the cover-up and laid down for Daddy to rub suntan lotion on my back.
He generously rubbed all over my back and legs, between my legs and, much to my delight, my buttocks, which were totally bare except for the tiny thong between my butt-cheeks. Then I rolled over and he made no attempt to avoid touching my breasts, or even between my legs.
His swim-trunks couldn't hide the fact that his cock was hard. I didn't think anyone was near enough to notice, but neither did I care. I was already so turned on by the thoughts of what might happen later that I didn't care what people thought. I assumed that people would think he was an older guy with a young girlfriend. Wouldn't people be shocked if they knew that he was my father? FUCK that was such a turn-on!
We walked the beach. I could see people staring at me. I was nearly naked! Daddy asked, "What does if feel like to show off your body to all these strangers?"
I smiled, "What does it feel like to be holding hands and walking with a nearly naked teenager?"
He stopped and looked at me. All of me. He said, "It feels wonderful and exciting and it makes me feel alive, Honey. I love you so much. Can I say something, honestly, without hurting your feelings?"
I was perplexed. What could it be? "Of course. We have to be totally honest, right?"
He looked sad for a moment. "I just keep forgetting that you're not your mother. We used to come to the beach and we were so much in love." He looked at my body again. "But your mom would never have worn that!" He laughed. "But she would have looked great in it!"
I hugged him and took his face in my hands, kissing his lips, telling him how much I loved him. "I want to be her for you, Daddy. If that makes this more right, just imagine that I am her. I don't mind. Not at all."
He sighed. We continued our walk in silence. He didn't let me know what he was thinking, though I asked a couple of times. His pensive expression bothered me a bit, but he was holding my hand and he seemed content, if not happy.
We spent the afternoon at a movie. It was too hot to stay at the beach all day, so I dressed in jeans and a long-sleeved shirt (movie theaters are SO cold) and we headed to the mall for a movie. To my surprise, Daddy rested his hand on my upper thigh and occasionally would kiss my cheek. He remarked that it reminded him of when he and Mom would go to the movies.
We drove back to the condo, and I dressed in my little black dress, again, for my date with Daddy. When I emerged, he was dressed in nice slacks, a short sleeved white shirt, and a colorful tie. He looked delicious. I had an urge to drop to my knees and suck him off right there and then. All in due time.
"Pammy, you look gorgeous!" he said, his eyes shining. He grasped my hand.
We went to a very expensive restaurant. That was something my mother had loved, even though it was rare that they ever spent much money on eating out. Daddy ordered a bottle of wine. I would have no idea how to order wine. I wonder where he had learned. He had seafood. I had chicken. It was delicious. The wine made me tipsy, but I couldn't tell that it affected Daddy.
Daddy talked a lot about family and things that happened a long time ago, mostly before I was born. Things I knew little about. Things that would have interested my mother. He was finally coming to grips with her loss. He was allowing himself to talk about her and the things she loved. He was healing and so was I.
When we got back to the condo, we sat on the sofa and watched a movie. He held my hand. I got sleepy and laid my head on his shoulder. I wondered what was on his mind and if anything was going to happen. I didn't want to be the one to push it, so I eventually told him I was going to bed. He said that he was going to take a quick shower and he'd be in to tuck me in. That was promising! A shower certainly wasn't necessary for a "tuck in"! My heart started beating like crazy and I could feel my panties begin to dampen at the possibilities.
I took a brief shower, always wanting to be fresh, just in case. On a whim, I put on my best push-up bra. It made my tits look fantastic. I pulled on some black, sheer panties and figured that was quite enough.
I turned out the light and got in bed. I tried to control my breathing. I could hear the shower in Daddy's room shut off and knew that he would be here soon. I thought I knew, but wasn't at all sure, what was going to happen. Did I want my own father to take my most precious possession, my virginity? The answer was a resounding, 'YES!' I knew that I would one day marry and I knew that I would marry someone that I could respect and love and who would cherish me the way my Dad had cherished my Mom, but even my husband would never understand the bond that my Dad and I shared - the mutual grief that we had and the mutual consolation and pure love that healed us. What we were about to do (I hoped) was almost beyond explanation - it was an offering of love so intimate as to almost defy comprehension.
The door opened and I saw my Father enter. He wore only boxers. He was freshly showered and smelled wonderful. There was very little light from down the hall, but Daddy could see me. I lay there in my sexy underwear, the bra pushing my breasts up, my near-naked teenage body revealed to his appreciative gaze. He stopped and stared. "Baby, you're so beautiful," he whispered, as he closed the door. We were in absolute darkness.
"Daddy," I gasped as he got in bed, taking me in his arms. "I am so nervous."
He kissed my lips. "I am nervous, too, Pammy. I love you so much." We kissed, our tongues battling with each other. I was so turned on that the nervousness disappeared quickly, replaced by the pure, rapturous love I felt at that moment and my body's demand for sexual release. As we kissed, I could feel the hardness of his penis as he rolled me on top of him.
I was kissing his face and neck and ears and gasping for breath, almost hyperventilating. He lay me on my side and kissed my neck and ears and the tops of my breasts. "Oh, Daddy! Oh that feels so goooood!" I moaned.
He reached and expertly unclasped the bra from between my breasts. He peeled it back, giving access to my eager body. He licked the underside of both breasts, then slowly and thoroughly licked one nipple. "ohhhhhh, mmmmmmmm, Daddy! Oh please, do the other one, too."
He expertly licked at the other nipple, making my pussy gush even more lubricant. Then he suckled it and I almost had an orgasm. I fucking loved it. Daddy continued to suck and lick my breasts, fondling them, telling me how perfect they were and how they drove him crazy.
"On the beach today, your breasts... your TITS... were driving me crazy!"
"Daddy, what language!" I almost laughed out loud, "Suck my tits! They are yours. I want you to suck my tits every single day!"
He got to his knees, grasping the tiny panties by the elastic and pulling them down my legs and off. I whispered, "I love being naked with you, Daddy. I love you. I love giving myself to you." I was so caught up in the intimacy of the moment that my voice was full of emotion.
As he made his way toward my wet pussy, I teasingly whispered, "Daddy! Are you going to kiss me THERE?" The answer was a quick peck on my throbbing clit. "Oh please, YES!" I cried.
He eagerly went to his task. He kissed and licked, licked and kissed. My hands were in his hair and my eager loins were bucking into his face. "Daddy, that feels so goooooooooood! I've never, ever, felt anything that good before!" I gasped, readying myself for an earth-shaking orgasm.
Then he stood and removed his boxers. I could not see him, but I could still tell what he was doing. He stood by the bed, took my hand, and put his rock-hard, Man-sized, penis in my hand. I instinctively leaned forward and kissed it. "Oh Daddy, it's so big. I love it. But will it fit? How?"
He got between my legs, licking my already-drenched pussy and began inserting a finger into me. It felt good; I had fingered myself before. This was not new. I had masturbated with various objects, too. Then he put two fingers in. "That feels good!" I gasped.
Then he stopped and crawled over my body to kiss my mouth, eagerly. I responded with enthusiasm. He licked my breasts and sucked my nipples again. "Let me suck it, Daddy," I pleaded.
"No, Baby. Not tonight." He once again licked my pussy then knelt between my legs and rubbed his engorged organ against my opening. "Take it in your hand, Pammy," he gasped.
I grasped his manhood, now completely wet with his own pre-seminal fluids. I pulled it toward me as he kissed my lips, moaning. I pulled the head into my outer lips. I felt a tear drop from his face. "Oh, Baby. If you only knew how I love you," he groaned as he thrust slightly.
Oh. That hurt. He only had a couple of inches inside me, but it was already uncomfortable and he certainly hadn't broken my hymen yet. This was going to be more painful than I imagined.
Then he thrust again and I knew he had broken my hymen.
"Oh! That hurt. Stop! Take it out!" I panted, painfully, but as quietly as I could.
He didn't move. Not in. Not out. He stayed in place, kissing my face. My lips. My eyelids. My ears. My chin. My nose. My cheeks. He licked my closed mouth, which I eagerly opened to receive his tongue. Miraculously I felt, or imagined, his gargantuan cock begin to slide ever so slowly deeper into my body.
This thought, the very idea that my beautiful Daddy's cock was sliding into me thrilled me, replacing most of the pain with pure, unadulterated lust. I concentrated on NOT hurting. I concentrated on the feel of having a penis inside of my body for the first time in my life. I felt with my hand. He wasn't all the way in; not by a long shot. I wanted it ALL. Just not right this second.
"Is it still hurting? Badly?"
"Not as bad. Just don't move yet," I whimpered.
Then I pushed toward him and I could feel him slide ever so slightly, deeper into me, and with no increase in pain. I pushed again and he sank deeper. I felt so full. I knew my Daddy was inside me, making love to me, and that thrilled me more than anything ever had.
I felt with my hand, again. There were at least 2 or 3 inches still outside my body. I wanted ALL of it. I could feel his cock spontaneously spasm and wondered if he was about to cum. Please, no. Not yet. I suddenly realized that the sharp pain was practically gone and that the stretching sensation was still painful, but not too bad. I pushed toward him with all my might, clearly feeling his cock sink deeper into me, with no further pain. He was almost totally inside me. My Daddy was fucking me.
"Daddy," I gasped. "Make love to me. Be gentle, though."
Daddy kissed my lips as he withdrew slightly, and very, very slowly pushed into me again. Then again. Then again. Oh, so slowly, and each time he gained more territory. I imagined his cock-head hitting my cervix. He began to pick up speed. We continued to kiss, our tongues wrestling. He withdrew until only two or three inches were left inside and slowly sank back into me. It still hurt, where he had torn my hymen, but my body was responding to its first fucking.
I began to slam my hips up toward him as he increased his pace, willing myself to ignore the pain. "Oh, Daddy," I cried, "Oh it's so good. Fuck me!"
I opened my legs as wide as they would go. He put my feet on his shoulders and levered himself above me. He fucked into me, and I knew that he was balls-deep. He hammered away at my body as I clawed at his back, bit his ears, licked his face, and screamed, "FUCK ME,! Daddy it's so perfect!"
He whimpered and I felt his scalding load begin to fill me. This triggered my orgasm. "Oh, Daddy, I am cummmmmmming. Oh it is soooooooo good!" I saw every color in the rainbow. I saw fireworks. Everything in the whole world was suddenly perfect as I rode the euphoria of my orgasm.
Daddy collapsed, panting. He sought my body and held me close. He was sobbing. I knew he was thinking about her; about what he had lost.
"I am here, Daddy. Everything is Okay. I'm here. I love you. I will always love you and I will always be with you."
I knew in my heart that healing had begun.
