Perverts 'R' Us

Lily Darling's 3rd Lesson

By DePravity ( M/f, inc-dad/dau )

So tomorrow I'm six. I'm not really. I'm nine already, nearly ten, but I'm just trying to tell you my story.

So get it out and stroke it, as I tell you about my third lesson. I love the idea of all those big, hunky men with big, hunky cocks and those sweet ladies with their hot, wet pussies reading and stroking. Yummy.

So tomorrow I'm six and it's going to be a great birthday, as Daddy's going to fuck me properly tonight. Such a good Daddy, he's giving me what I really want for my birthday. I've been getting pretty bored with him recently, with all his whining and whimpering. Geez, a girl has to have some freedom and fun. Not that getting ass-fucked and pussy-licked by Daddy wasn't fun, but I needed more.

It's all Daddy's fault. There he was, 'educating' me, molesting - what a great word - molesting me when he felt like it and what he didn't realize is that he really had educated me. I now knew as much about sex and the strange places it goes to as most adults and more than many of them. I'd even experienced more than most of them, having been molested from a baby and ass-fucked and cunt-licked. But I was still a virgin. Bad Daddy, naughty Daddy. I really was cross with him, I'd begged and pleaded with him to deflower - another great word - deflower me and he'd refused. Stupid Daddy.

He said I wasn't ready. What did he know? I was ready, believe me I was ready. In the end I waited until I'd gotten him all sexed up. His cock was drooling pre-cum as I was giving him the blowjob of his life. I'd gotten a finger rubbing around his asshole. That really made him squirm. He was snorting and snuffling and thrusting the head of his big old cock into my little mouth, when I stopped.

I climbed off the bed and started to walk back to my own room. His voice was as all wheezy as he asked me where I was going and what was wrong. So I told him no more sex and no more anything until he'd fucked me. Then I walked out, went to my room and climbed into bed. He didn't come to my room, but I did see him later.

He had sex with Mommy again that night. I heard the noises and wandered along to see the sights. Boy was she giving him a hard time. I was standing, looking through the crack in the door. She was top-riding him and I could see their sideways reflection through the dressing table mirror. She'd put some sort of scarf or mask across his face and was holding onto him by his nipples. She'd gotten a real grip on them as she rode him very hard, pounding his cock into her pussy and she was talking to him as she panted with lust, calling him names, telling him he was a lousy fuck and he couldn't handle a real woman and that he should have been a girl. Then she was cumming, and cumming big time, her head was whipping back and forth and I was certain that she must have seen my reflection in the mirror, but she couldn't have, as she really climaxed in frenzy. I'd had a couple of good cums just from watching and rubbing my little pink pussy, so I left them to it and went back to bed.

Poor Daddy, he really tried to hold out. It lasted three weeks; I didn't think he'd last three days. He tried talking to me. No good. He tried buying me things. No good. He tried sexing me up. No good. So what if I didn't make it easy for him? Poor Daddy. I let him see my cute little pussy as often as possible. I rubbed myself against him when I could and sat on his lap and wriggled about as soon as he sat down.

After a few days he got real tense whenever I got near him. After three weeks he'd get a hardon just by my looking at him. He and Mommy must have had sex more often in those three weeks than the last three years. Mom would come down in the morning to cook breakfast and start singing as she cooked. God, do grown-ups ever grow up?

Anyway, three weeks and one day later he came into my room as I was going to bed. He knelt on the floor beside my be as I sat on its edge and told me he was sorry - correction - he begged me to forgive him, he told me he loved me, he told me he was only doing what was best for me (Oh yeah) and he went on and on and on.

So I smacked his face as hard as I could. Now I was only little, but I got my weight behind it and swung. Boy did my palm sting! Poor Daddy was so surprised he fell backwards. He fell backwards and lay on the floor with tears in his eyes, a really pink mark on his cheek, and a big bulge in his shorts. Daddy was going to have to learn that I knew what was best for me and what was best for him, at least if he wanted to stay being a lawyer, Rotarian, church deacon, and child-molesting, pedophile, incestuous, daughter-fucker.

He was mad, but quietly mad. He called me a little slut and a cum-sucking little bitch. Boy, was he mad. He said that if I wanted to get fucked I was going the right way about it, and that he was coming back tomorrow night and he was going to fuck me right up my virginal little pussy. I told him it was about time and lay back on the bed with my legs wide open and started to play with myself. Daddy was no fool; well not really. He crawled over and started to lick my thighs.

I asked if he meant it and if he wanted to lick my drippy little pussy. Good Daddy said he did and dived straight in. I told him to jerk himself off as he licked. Oh did his tongue do the magic. I'd really missed it, but a girl has her principles, so he had to be brought into line.

I came well and so did Daddy. I told him that it was enough for tonight for both of us and as tomorrow was a special day I wanted an early night. He kissed me goodnight and I could taste the sweetness of my pussy juices on his lips. Good Daddy.

Today is fuck day. Today I get fucked properly in my nearly six-year-old cunt by my Daddy. Somehow he'd arranged for Mommy to be out tonight, so he could do the dirty deed in peace and quiet. I went upstairs at the usual time and waited to hear the front door close and Mommy's car drive off. It took forever, then I took all my clothes off and lay back on the bed and started to play with my wet little peach - was I wet!

Now I may have been nearly six, but I wasn't stupid. All Daddy's books and films had made it clear that this could be a painful and difficult time and as all I wanted was the pleasure, I'd been taking precautions. I'd checked out my cherry with the tapering handle of my hairbrush. It was there and felt really weird as I pressed against it, so I spent the last three weeks probing and pushing against it. I know some poor little girls have real thick cherries, but mine was thin and fragile. My probing and pushing had weakened it further, so now it was like damp tissue paper, just waiting to be broken.

I'd loved the feeling of something inside me, even if it was only the hairbrush handle, and it had given some really nice cums. But I wanted the real thing and I wanted it now. Daddy had learned, as will you, that what Li'l Darlin' wants, Li'l Darlin' gets.

I can hear Daddy coming up the stairs. Lil's gonna get fucked for sure.