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Nymphet

Nymphet is copyrighted by Rebecca Stancil 2007 and may not be reposted without permission. h.s.sweetheart@gmail.com
Story Codes: M/F, M/g, F/g, First, Lolita, Reluct, Incest, Pedo, Oral, Mast, Fist, Preg

Please read part one before continuing past this point


Nymphet
By High School Sweetheart

Part Two



"Can I sleep with you tonight, mommy?" I asked, standing in the doorway of my mom's bedroom.

"What? Yeah, honey…Okay…Are you scared?" My mom was already in bed and she lifted the sheets for me, scooting over a little.

"Kind of." I said, but I wasn't.

"It's okay." Mom nodded and I'd left the door open so the light from the hallway would shine into her room.

I was wearing my little nightie and fresh panties after my bath. We'd had pizza and done some more unpacking and then I'd gone to bed. Mom too, finally, although she'd done some more unpacking in the kitchen. Once I heard her taking a shower though, I knew she'd be getting into bed soon, so all I had to do was wait a little bit.

"Maybe I should, uh…" My mom was going to get up as I got in her bed, just because she wasn't wearing panties. 

My mom never wore panties when she went to sleep and I didn't know why, but only that it was true. All she liked to wear was a big t-shirt that was so thin that it was like wearing, I don't know, almost nothing at all really. I guess it was really comfortable like that though.

"Can you hold me, mommy?" I said, pulling her arm just to keep her there. "My room was pretty dark. I don't like it."

"Oh, Jen, yeah. Come here…" That was all it took and mom stayed where she was, hugging me to her and rubbing my back to make me feel better.

It reminded me quite a lot of my dad, actually. He'd never come to my room, not at first. I'd always had to come to my parents bedroom, making up excuses and reasons to get in bed. I tried to do it when the bed was bumping too, that was the best time. I knew they were fucking, except I didn't call it fucking back then. I didn't used to swear at all, but I knew what was going on. Their old bed was pretty noisy.

I'd make them stop though and get in bed, right next to my daddy who would be all hot and sweaty and trying to hide his swollen cock from me as I hugged him. That was what I'd liked the most, even though I'd only been eleven years old back then. Mom would get him all ready for me and then I'd be there to finish him off, while she was right next to us. That was like a secret and just for me at first, but later daddy knew the secret too and he liked it. 

The first few times I didn't really do anything, but one night, when my mom and dad had really been fucking each other good, I ran into their bedroom screaming and sort of crying like I'd had a bad dream. Daddy rolled off my mom and they were both breathing hard.

"Shit…" My mom said, real soft, but I'd heard it.

"Can I sleep in your bed, Daddy?" I asked him and of course he wasn't going to say no.

He tried to keep one of the sheets between us, you know, because he was naked. They had a couple sheets on their bed anyway, mostly kicked down near the foot, and dad reached down to pull one up for me, but I wriggled my way under his too and he didn't say anything. He just looked at my mom, but she'd rolled over on her side, giving daddy her back since this was like the fourth time in a row I'd interrupted them. Mom was a little mad at me, I thought.

Dad was frustrated too, probably, but this night I was going to make it up to him. I moved slowly, my arm and hand I mean, but I'd move my whole body too, like I was getting comfortable, and I found his cock with my fingers. He'd tried to hide it away from me, but I found it and he gave a soft, very soft gasp as I wrapped my fist around his penis. He was still sort of hard and really sticky, all wet from having good sex with mommy, and I squeezed it carefully, since I'd never touched one before.

My dad didn't move a muscle either. I squeezed his cock over and over, since I didn't really know I was supposed to do other stuff, like slide my hand up and down, but that squeezing must have been okay for him. He was looking at my face in the dim light, and we were so close our noses were almost touching, and he licked his lips like he was going to say something, but he didn't. I just kept on squeezing his cock and it was so big and hard suddenly, much more than when I'd started, and I wondered how it ever fit inside my mom. It seemed huge in my little hand. 

That was the first time I made my dad cum and all I did was look at him and squeeze his cock. He swallowed hard and held his breath and his body went stiff and he was squirting all over my thighs mostly, my tummy too a little, and of course my arm and hand, and the very little bit of bed between us. My dad squirted a lot and at first I thought he'd peed on me, but I knew better. Daddies made sperm, I knew that, and sperm made babies inside the mommies. It was special that way and I'd seen pictures of people making babies at school, dirty pictures that the bad boys brought sometimes. 

I wanted that sperm inside me. I couldn't see it that first time, because it was under the covers and in the dark, but I could feel it. That stuff was warm and wet and kind of greasy thick, like pudding and I scooped some up, mostly because I wanted to smell it, but I tasted it too. The smell was weird, like old wet shoes I thought, but the taste was salty and maybe a little sour, but not bad. Daddy watched me as I used my fingers to clean up as much of his sperm as I could, putting it slowly and silently into my mouth and swallowing it while my mom slept beside us.

We didn't say a word about what had happened after that. We acted like everything was normal, but now we had a secret.

The third time it happened, which was pretty much like the first two, except I'd waited a few weeks so mom wouldn't get suspicious, the third time dad showed me how to jerk him off. He didn't say anything, cause mom was right there, but she was snoring too. She sounds like a baby pig, sorta, it's cute the way she snores and she totally denies it, of course. But we'd waited until mom fell asleep and then dad had put his hand on mine, gently too, like he was afraid of scaring me away. He put his fingers around mine and started moving our hands back and forth and it was so nice, I wondered why I hadn't figured that out.

It was made extra special that night too because while I jerked off my dad, he kissed me. Softly and carefully in the dark, but a real one. He tickled my lips with his tongue and I almost laughed, but instead I opened my mouth and then he was teaching me what tongue kissing was all about. I loved it! I couldn't get enough of tongue kissing after that and we did it all the time, whenever we could and not just in bed at night either. We'd moved our game into the rest of the time too and when mom was out of the house, for instance, I'd kiss and jerk off my daddy.

Mostly in my room, but we'd do it downstairs too. In the living room sometimes, like if we were watching a movie and mom would say she was going to run to the store, we'd wave and smile and when the car pulled out, we'd be kissing. We did it in the kitchen, in the bathrooms, in their bedroom, even in the garage and in the basement. We'd kiss and I'd jerk off my dad, catching his cum in my hands mostly, cause he liked to see me eating his sperm and I really enjoyed it a lot myself. I'd catch it while daddy jerked himself off at the end, and sort of lick it from my palms while he watched me. It was messy, a little, and so I started jerking him off into a glass, and that worked better.

One time I'd just jerked my dad off into a glass when mom came home early. I was sucking that sperm out of the glass hard when mom walked into the living room. It doesn't really come out very fast, I guess cause it's so sticky and gooey, so I was kind of sucking and even using my tongue and my mom stared at me. It was pretty funny really and she shook her head, probably thinking I'd tried to make a milkshake and was getting the stuff left over at the bottom, which I did sometimes. It looked the same, sorta, but they sure didn't taste the same!

That had been a close call though and so we were a little more careful after that. Plus I wanted more than just jerking off my dad. I wanted to do other stuff, like those mommies did in those magazines. Like my mom did in their bed, you know? My dad wasn't too sure though and really, he avoided me for a long time after we'd almost gotten caught. He'd push me away and tell me how it wasn't right and all that business. But I didn't believe him. His dick was hard all the time and he had sex with my mom every night, sometimes every morning too, and at least my mom was happy again. But I wasn't.

He was thinking about me while he fucked her, I knew that much, and it kinda made me mad.

I finally told daddy that he had to fuck me too. He didn't want to, or so he said, but I didn't believe that. He was just afraid, but I wasn't. I told him if he didn't do it, I'd tell mom everything. He didn't believe me, and he didn't understand why I'd say that. He asked me if I loved him, and if I did, why I'd ever think about hurting him like that. I told him that he was hurting me cause he didn't love me as much as he loved mommy. He should love me just as much, I said, or maybe even more, since he'd made me. I was a part of him; mommy wasn't.

I cried then, while we talked, and real tears too. I wasn't lying to him about how I felt, he was my dad and I loved him. I wanted to do everything with him and when he wouldn't even kiss me anymore, it felt an awful lot like he didn't love me at all. Other girls kissed their dads all the time, so why shouldn't we? That was what had bothered me the most, the fact that once my dad decided to stop having sex with me, he'd stopped showing any kind of physical affection, even the normal stuff. So to make it up to me, we had to fuck. I knew once we did it the first time, we'd do it a lot after that too. I think my dad knew it as well, which was maybe why he was so reluctant. 

So he called my bluff, since I was just an eleven year old.

"Mommy, I have to tell you something about me and daddy…" I said at the dinner table.

"What's that, honey?" My mom looked at me and my dad was having a heart attack, which was frightening since he was so young.

"He said he'd take me to see that circus tonight, but he forgot." I lied, but she knew my dad was like that. Making promises and forgetting them later. Not big things and not all the time, but often enough that it was one of mom's pet peeves and I knew it.

"Is that right?" My mom nodded. "Well, I don't think we're very busy tonight, are we dear?"

"Uh…" My dad was recovering from his near death experience.

"But he said it would be our special night, just me and him." I whined and only a child can get away with excluding a loved one like that. I had good instincts, even back then.

"Oh." My mom made a little face, but she recovered. "Well, I guess you guys should have a special night. It'll give me a chance to uh, read a book."

Mom's are like that, I mean they can take a lot more than people think, just because they're like 98 percent love and only two percent everything else, at least when it comes to their only child. 

"I…I'm sorry, Pam, I forgot…" My dad was looking at my mom and apologizing for something totally not his fault and that was seriously cool. Mom was a little miffed at being left out, but not at me, she was mad at dad.

"Sure, you guys have fun." My mom nodded. "Just bring me back some cotton candy, okay? The purple kind."

"Okay mommy!" I smiled so big and jumped up to give her such a warm and happy hug that mom would be happy to stay home alone, just for that reaction from me. "I love you mommy! I'm going to get you a big cotton candy, okay?"

"Okay, honey." Mom laughed. "Just be a good girl for your father."

"Oh, I will!" I wiggled my eyebrows and giggled and mom had no clue that me and daddy be in a motel room an hour later getting ready to bust my little cherry hard.

It wasn't hard to talk daddy into it at all, believe me, not after the little thing at the dinner table. It would have been just as easy for me to say something else, and he knew it. 

"Are you sure you're eleven?" Daddy asked me in the car, and I think he was sorta serious.

"I dunno." I giggled.

A little bit later we were in room 214 at the Holiday Inn. That's Valentine's Day, which I thought was pretty cool and I teased my daddy that he'd asked for that room on purpose, but he denied it. He also started wanting to talk to me for some reason, going on and on about how it had been wrong for us to do those things, like we could take them back somehow, or forget about them. He must have really thought I was dumb and I wasn't very happy with my dad.

"Don't you love me anymore, daddy?" I asked him and I was going to cry again.

"Of course I do, Jen. I don't want to hurt you, I want to protect you."

"It'll only hurt a little, I think." Cause that's what I'd heard from Mary Lee Gibson's cousin, Cindy Beth Gibson, who was fourteen and she'd had sex with her other cousin, but I didn't know him.

"That's not what I mean, Jenny." Daddy was sitting next to me. "I don't want to hurt you here…" he touched my chest lightly. "…in your heart."

"You're hurting me there right now." I told him and then I was crying.

"Jen…" He stroked my back and even laid down next to me, trying to make me stop.

"I'm going to tell mom everything." I said. "I'm going to tell her how you're being mean to me."

"I'm not being mean, I'm being responsible." My dad tried. "You'll understand that some day. Please, come on, you have to trust me. I'm your father."

"I'm gonna tell." I said, my voice muffled through the pillow. "You're a liar!"

He tried for an hour, I bet, but I wasn't going to leave that room without getting fucked. I'd decided that already and there wasn't a thing he could do about it. I knew he wanted it too, as soon as he let me unzip his pants and find his hard cock, I knew he was a total liar. He was sitting on the bed and I was on my knees and his cock was as big as I'd ever seen it. I couldn't get my little fingers all the way around him, he was so thick. And long? I could have had three hands one atop the other, and had a little room at the end. My dad had a big dick, which explained a lot about why my mom would get so frustrated sometimes when I interrupted their sex.

"Do you want me to kiss it for you, daddy?" I asked him and when my dad gave up, he gave up totally.

"Yeah, baby, give daddy's cock a kiss…"

I spent half an hour on my knees learning how to suck my dad's dick. I wasn't too good at it and my mouth was way too small, but daddy didn't seem to mind. I could get the head in my mouth and then I'd just go crazy with my tongue, licking it all over and jerking him off the way he liked. My lips were stretched tightly around the shaft and I had a hard time breathing at first, cause I'd been crying and my nose was stuffy, but once I started to get it, I got it good.

"Oh Jennnnnny…" My dad was smiling and I'd look up at him with my big blue eleven year old eyes, my pale blonde hair falling around my innocent face, and I'd wash his cockhead like it was the best tootsie pop in the world.

I played with his balls too, after he suggested it and even lifted himself up so he could get his pants and underwear all the way off. Daddy had big hairy balls too, full of the same sperm that had made me, and I washed those too, just cause dad asked me to. He really liked seeing me sucking one of his balls into my mouth and it seemed kind of nasty at first, I mean it was a man's nut, you know, and hairy which sorta tickled my tongue at first, til it got all wet with spit. I liked it though and besides, I'd sucked his dick anyway and he peed out of there, so balls couldn't be that bad, right?

I sucked dad's balls good and jerked him off and I even licked my dad's butthole! I swear, it was really weird, but it didn't taste bad. I was sort of lifting his balls in my hand and licking underneath, since I hadn't cleaned there yet, and he was way on the edge of the bed and somehow my tongue just got right there by my dad's butt. He jumped a little, well jerked really, not jumped, but he seemed to like it and it seemed like totally bad, so I wanted to do it more than ever. I wanted to do all that bad stuff suddenly and licking my dad's butthole had to be like the worst thing ever. Mom wouldn't do it, I bet, but that made me want to do it even more. So like five different reasons were in my little head and daddy didn't stop me. He fell back on the bed and lifted his legs and told me to eat his ass!

That's when I knew for sure that my dad was such a total liar and I couldn't ever trust him. He'd been telling me it was all wrong and we shouldn't even kiss and he was my protector, like a knight on a horse and everything cause I was his princess, and now he was grabbing the back of his knees and pulling his legs up so I could lick and kiss and suck his butthole. What a bad, bad daddy he was!

I did it for him though, cause I was just a dumb kid. I didn't know any better. I thought all little girls loved their daddies this way, don't you know? I licked the soft skin and then the funny little hole, all brown and wrinkled, and daddy was nodding his head and telling me how good it felt. He wanted me to put my finger in his butt, so I did, licking his little pucker and my finger too, getting it wet so I could push it inside, and it wasn't hard. My finger was tiny anyway, so I don't know why that felt so good, but daddy said it did. 

He told me to keep fingering him while I sucked his cock some more. He was going to cum, that's what he told me, he was going to cum and this time he wanted me to drink it right from his cock. He was going to shoot his cum down my throat, right into my belly, and I wouldn't need to catch it, or use a glass, or anything. All I had to do was keep my mouth on his dick, jerk him off, and keep wiggling my finger around in his wet slippery butt.

Cum tastes better when it comes straight out of a dick. I don't know why, but it's true, and I found that out at the Holiday Inn when I was eleven years old. I had my first taste of daddy's sperm shooting straight from his balls into my mouth. I swallowed at first, but it was a lot and it made me cough. It didn't look like that much when I jerked him off into a glass, but it was a whole bunch when I jerked him off into my mouth. I coughed and choked and swallowed, and a lot of daddy's sperm sort of exploded out around his dick, out of the corners of my tightly stretched lips. But I got most of it, and what I didn't I licked up after my dad was done cumming.

"Oh, Christ that was good, Jen…" My dad was breathing hard while I sort of scraped sperm off my blouse. I hadn't even got naked yet.

"Can we do it now?" I asked him, because I really did want to fuck. 

All that sucking and licking and kissing had sort of made me feel funny inside, like the way it did when me and daddy would kiss. I felt hot, like I had a fever, and my pussy was a little wet, like I'd forgot to wipe myself after peeing, you know, and I got my panties a little wet. But it was different than that, cause it felt wet way up inside too, like there was a something, I don't know, a hot spring in my tummy. My nipples would itch too, like they were growing, but it wasn't major. None of it was, it just seemed sort of funny and I noticed it, but it didn't make me crazy. My body didn't really know about sex yet, or even want it, but my brain did. That was the part of me that was all turned on and ready.

"Uh…" My dad chucked and gave me a look like I was asking for a miracle. "…Give me a couple minutes, okay?"

"Sure." I shrugged and I eyed my dad's cock and it did look pretty soft, which made me frown. "Does mom do that stuff?"

"What stuff?" My dad was pulling his t-shirt off, since that was all he was wearing, so I decided to undress too.

"Like, all that stuff." I giggled. "Does she lick your butt?"

"No…" My dad laughed and shook his head. "…Definitely not."

"I didn't think so." I smiled and I had my blouse off and I rubbed my boobs a little, even though I didn't have any. My nipples looked bigger though, so maybe that meant something.

"Your mom doesn't even kiss my dick." My dad told me.

"Really?" I pursed my lips. "Why not?"

"I don't know." My dad shrugged. "I guess she thinks it's dirty or something."

"I bet she'd be good at it." I giggled. "Mom's got a big mouth, sorta."

"Yeah, she does." My dad laughed some more. "Take off your shorts and panties. I'll kiss you, okay?"

"You can kiss me anyway!" I giggled and leaned over, but daddy had meant something else.

"I know, but I mean I want to kiss your pussy." Dad smiled.

"Down here?" I sort of looked down.

"Yeah…Do you want to try it?" 

"Yeah." I giggled, like why wouldn't I?

I got undressed in a hurry and daddy promised this would feel good for me, really good he said, plus it would help make his cock hard again. I was all for that stuff and so I didn't complain at all when daddy had me lie down on the bed, my head propped up on some pillows so I could see him, and he got right down between my skinny creamy white thighs. He kissed me slowly, and I laughed because he hadn't shaved since that morning and the stubbly black hair on his cheeks tickled, but pretty soon I wasn't laughing at all anymore.

He was kissing my pussy nice and it was like nothing else in the world. I mean, I figured it would feel, I dunno, like getting kissed on the cheek, or like when I sort of kissed my arm to make farting noises. That didn't feel like much of anything, but daddy kissing my pussy, that was like he was kissing my mouth, tongue kissing me, except different. No, it was the same, kinda, but not really. I don't know! 

Daddy was tongue kissing my pussy, that was for sure and if I'd thought all that sex stuff was just in my brain before, it was down there now. My pussy was like shivering inside and there were ants on my skin, or just under my skin, crawling all around. I felt like some part of me that I'd never knew existed had fallen asleep and now it was waking up to pins and needles as blood and oxygen and all those good feelings rushed into it. But I didn't know what that part of me was. I couldn't point to it and say, this is where it is. It was just down there someplace, and it was making me crazy!

"Oh daddy!" I couldn't breathe and I was just watching the top of his head mostly, his thick black hair between my legs. 

I could hear him, soft slurping and wet tongue and kisses and sighs and moans and all of that, except half of it was coming from me and I didn't even know it. I was moaning a lot and I had my fingers in his hair and I was lifting my little butt high, rocking my little pussy against daddy's mouth and pressing my thighs against his scratchy face. I was feeling good and my pussy was like a hand, like I was making a fist between my legs, that's what it felt like, and daddy was trying to get his tongue in between my fingers.

"Are you okay, Jen?" My daddy was red faced and smiling and looking up at me. He had his hands under me by then, holding my little ass in his big hands and squeezing me.

"Uh-Huh." I swallowed hard and nodded and I thought my dad was going to kiss me down there some more, I wished he would, but instead he was crawling up the bed.

"I'm going to fuck you now, okay?" He was so big then, crawling over me, on top of me, he seemed huge and my heart was pounding and my lungs were on fire. I couldn't get enough air it seemed like.

"Okay." I whispered.

"That's what you want, right Jen?" My dad said and he made it sound like a punishment almost. "You want to get fucked?"

"Yeah." I shivered and I was a little scared, cause it was really going to happen.

"Ask me to fuck you." Dad told me.

"Fuck…me…" I was staring up at him and I felt tiny.

"No, you have to ask." My dad shook his head. "This is what you want, so ask me nice."

"Please, fuck me daddy?" I said softly and I might have been crying, but I didn't know why. "Will you fuck me?"

"Yeah, I'll fuck you, Jen." And he was lifting my legs, getting them over his shoulders and he was really going to do it.

I guess dad was a little excited and a little mad, because he really hadn't wanted to do this, but in his secret heart he did. Like it was okay if he wanted it and nobody knew, and especially if we never did it. He'd have been just fine with that. He could have thought of me while he fucked my mom and nobody would know or even care. But I was making him do it for real and so he had to look at himself every day and he couldn't avoid it. He'd be a man who fucked his own little girl. He didn't want to be one of those guys, but I was making him do it, like I said, and so he loved me. He wanted me. But he didn't like me very much.

That's why I think it hurt so much the first time we did it, even though it probably would have hurt a lot anyways cause I was just eleven and his dick was pretty big anyway. But I'll always believe it hurt just a little extra because my daddy wanted it to. He was spanking me with it, sort of, not really, but you know what I mean. Punishing me with his cock when he took my virginity. 

I could feel him rubbing it around my slit and I was seriously wet now. My juices and his saliva all mixed together. I was as wet and ready as I'd ever be, and daddy just worked the smooth shiny and now very hard head of his cock along my slit, up and down, over and over, working the head inside my little girl crease and he found my hole finally, the too small entrance to my immature cunt. He found it and pushed a little, just enough to get his cockhead in the right place, like it was perched there and all he had to do was push.

I held my breath and daddy leaned down, covering my mouth with his and forcing his tongue inside like a big warm wet gag, and then he did push…Hard! I screamed into his lungs, my little fingers clutching at my dad's bare sweaty skin. He tore my little pussy open with his cock, driving God only knew how much of it inside me with the first thrust, but it was enough. I was sobbing and trembling and pounding my fists against him to stop. He'd ripped my hymen to shreds and split the unprepared walls of my pussy easily around him.

He held us like that for many minutes, while my body burned with the pain, sharp at first but eventually growing dull, like the flames of a fire dying to glowing embers. I was hurt inside and it was done, I knew that much at least. It had hurt worse than I'd thought it would, but it was done. Daddy lifted his mouth so I could breathe, so both of us could drink cool air.

"I hate you." I said and I meant it, cause he'd hurt me.

"I love you." My daddy sighed and then he kissed me again, and I welcomed his lips and tongue and wrapped my arms around his neck, and then he was moving and it hurt all over again.

He fucked me with half his cock, maybe. I mean, I didn't know, but it couldn't have been the whole thing, not that first time, and neither of us needed it to be. He just fucked me with slow short strokes while we kissed and he lasted maybe five minutes, ten at the most, before he was cumming inside me. I hadn't had my first period yet and so we weren't overly concerned about it and I mean him really, I wouldn't have cared anyway. I sort of thought I was gonna pregnant right away and I was disappointed when I wasn't.

Daddy held me tight though and kissed me hard, and he was cumming inside my pussy which actually felt good for me. The fucking hurt, I mean it never felt good that first time. But when he came, and he stopped moving and just flooded my tender little pussy with warm soft sperm, it felt good. It was the best feeling I ever had from daddy cumming inside me, that first orgasm he had. Mostly, later after I was used to it and we were fucking all the time, I didn't really notice the sperm coming out. I knew he was cumming, but it wasn't really noticeable or distinct, at least not like that first time. That was like a bath for my pussy, a sperm bath to sooth the pain away, and you know what? It worked, I think. I did feel better.

I was surprised at how much blood there was too. Not like I was bleeding to death, but yeah, it was more than just a cut finger. It sorta freaked me out and my dad too, I think, but once he got a wet towel and cleaned me up it was better. It hadn't really been that much, I guess. It just looked like a lot cause of the white sheets maybe, and my milky white skin too.

Dad cleaned me up nice and himself too, since he was kind of bloody as well, and then he went down to the front desk to get some Tylenol for me. I wanted three, cause my pussy hurt a lot and I didn't think I was ever gonna walk again, but dad only let me have two since I was pretty small. They worked good though and dad put hot towels on my pussy and I even slept for a little bit. I was surprised at how tired fucking could make me.

I don't think my dad slept at all though and he woke me up so we could go home, saying we were sorta late already.

end of part 2

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