Perverts 'R' Us

Happy Father's Day

Edited by The Purvv ( M/f, inc-fath/dau )

Note from The Purvv: This story was extracted from a story or stories by unknown authors, which, although I did the modification and editing, should still be considered the writing of the original author(s).

Father's Day falls on the third Sunday of June and this year it happened to fall on Samantha's birthday. To make this an extra-special occasion, her older brother had just come back from oversees and was discharged from the service. With the joyous atmosphere, it didn't seem strange that the 13-year-old girl was allowed to drink wine at the outdoor barbeque.

Later that day, after his son had decided to go visit some friends, Stan started to get ideas. After first noticing that his wife was pretty well gone, and that his 11-year-old daughter Leslie was busy with her friends, he felt he could allow his eyes to openly ogle Samantha. Although he didn't purposely intend for her to see him looking, he didn't try to avoid her seeing him either.

By 9 o'clock, his wife had passed out and Leslie had asked if she could spend the night at her friend Joni's house. As soon as she was gone, Stan came back and found that Samantha too had started to fall asleep. He told her to go to bed and that he would be up to say goodnight in a few minutes.

By the time that he came by her, she had managed to throw on her two-piece nightie and lie on top of the blankets; but that was as far as she went. When Stan arrived, it appeared as if she was as out of it as her mother, but in fact, she had only had two drinks. In reality, she was not even passed out, only in a sort of stupor.

Stan however, was pretty well under the weather and it didn't take too much for him to decide to lie by his daughter, 'just to be near her'.

It was about five minutes after he had gotten on her bed that Samantha pushed further back against her daddy. This time she was surprised to feel his semi-erect dick pressing against her ass. Although Stan pulled back instantly, it was too late to avoid the youngster's recognition. Involuntarily, a tingle of excitement surged through her.

"God, forgive me for having sinful thoughts right now... and forgive daddy, too," Samantha prayed to herself. Still, her pussy began to ache and her breathing became labored.

Stan had felt his daughter's exquisite ass against his dick and now he was rock hard. He tried to keep his stiff rod from touching her again, but being so near her female softness was extraordinarily exciting to him. His face was inches from the youngster's delicate neck. He could see every little hair and freckle. He could smell her perfume. He moved as close as he dared without being obvious about his desire to be near her.

He snuggled a bit closer to her and she, in turn, pressed back against him. Now Stan was afraid to move. Every nerve in his body was alive and monitoring the sensations of her young exciting body against his. He knew that if he didn't keep his crotch from touching her, that at the very least, he would not be able to avoid cumming, and it was even a strong possibility that he wouldn't be able to control his urges. He knew the potential was there for him to force himself on the child, and of course, that would be the last thing in the world that he wanted to do. With all of his willpower, he kept himself back. He wanted to move against his child, to touch her, but he dare not. He wasn't sure whether she was asleep or not. He waited and waited for her sleep to become apparent.

After another five minutes, he sensed that her breathing had become deep and regular. Finally, he steeled his courage and took the big chance. Slowly, he moved his hand forward, rested it on the youngster's waist, and then waited for her to react. She didn't move. The father inched closer to his little girl until his dick almost touched her again. Still she did not move.

Stan pretended to be asleep. He even feigned snoring as convincingly as possible. Ever so slowly, he moved his hand up until it touched the under side of his daughter's left breast. He froze, waiting for Samantha to react, but still she was motionless. He could feel his little girl's nipple pressing in the palm of his hand through the silky fabric of her underwear. Just as slowly, he moved his hand until his fingers rested around the end of her soft full breast.

Stan thought, 'She has to be fast asleep or she would have reacted by now.' He was prepared to act as if he had no idea where he was touching. Now he savored the experience. He was actually touching his own daughter's breast. It was magic.

Samantha's eyes had sprung open when her father first put his hand on her waist. She had started to react, but didn't exactly know how. Now his hand had gone where no other man's had gone before. Daddy's fingers seemed to create electrical charges that started in her breast and ended in her pussy. 'How can something that feels so good be so wrong, sinful, immoral?' she thought. Although she felt deeply guilty, the 13-year-old girl somehow felt compelled to remain very still so that her father wouldn't stop touching her.

For so long now, the youngster had felt as if she was in love with her daddy. For the last 6 months, she had actually begun to fantasize about him sexually. Now, as his hands fondled her, Samantha burned with desire. She pretended to stir in her sleep and shoved her ass backwards. Again, a hard cock pressed against her, but this time it didn't move.

Stan moved his hand over to explore the youngster's other tit. He heard a tiny whimper come from her throat and the father almost came in his pants. He moved his hand down the young teen's supple body. Suddenly, Samantha could not stand it anymore. She moaned. Flames of desire that would not be easily extinguished burned in both of them.

He lowered his head gently and then begun kissing the back of Samantha's neck and her ears. Again, she could not put a stop to his actions. Now her pulse raced and her pussy tingled. The alcohol her parents had allowed her to consume earlier now clouded her judgment, as did the sensations caused by her father's hand moving about her body and caressing her breasts. She worked at staying still and quiet, so that she didn't attract the attention of her mother, who was passed out downstairs on the couch.

His daughter's smell was 100 times more intoxicating to Stan than the wine they had drunk. His cock throbbed as he explored more and more of the child's body. He moved his hand from her breast and caressed his way down her firm abdomen. When he encountered the waistband of her panties, he smoothly slid his fingers underneath.

'Will she or won't she?' he thought. 'Nothing ventured, nothing gained.'

He inched his fingers further down until he touched the fuzzy pubic hair. He felt Samantha's body become very tense, and then gradually relax. 'She's gonna let me,' Stan thought. 'Oh my godddd!'

After pausing for a moment at the top of the youngster's pubic hair and receiving no demand to stop, the father moved his finger down to her warm, now very moist slit. No man had ever touched there before. Ever so gently, Stan inserted a finger into his own daughter's vagina. Samantha nearly screamed with passion.

Instead, she held it in and she hotly whispered, "Yes, oh, yes...Daddy...yes!"

There were no more secrets as to whether or not she was awake.

Emboldened and hot, Stan probed deeper within her panties, gently but determinately, until he found his child's clitoris. He hotly noted that Samantha responded explosively each time that he touched it. His little girl was hot for him! He gently passed his finger back and forth over it.

Samantha felt an unfamiliar energy force building within her. Each time her father touched her clit, shock waves surged through her. Her orgasm began to build. She felt as if she would explode or go crazy or both. Finally, one last touch by him and over the brink she went. Her orgasm seemed to sweep her to a new reality. A scream started deep in her throat. She stifled it, but a groan came out anyway. She feared that her mother might have heard and would know what was happening to her, but even that fear couldn't stop her lust at that moment.

"Oooooo, ahhh, daaaaadddd..."

There was no more hiding from each other anymore. Their bodies betrayed each of them and they both knew how excited the other was. Samantha was feeling so wanton that she didn't care that her father could see how much she needed him.

Knowing that she might have experienced her very first orgasm, Stan withdrew his hand and moved half atop her. By then the young girl had moved completely onto her back. As the last pleasures slowed, she turned to face him. She opened her eyes to the quiet, darkened room. With that, he turned around to face her. He allowed is hand to caress the side of her face, and then tilted her chin up so he could kiss her.

She looked up at her father, smiled sweetly, and pulled his face down to hers. She melted again to him and opened her mouth to swallow his kiss. Their kiss was at first tentative, then more insistent, as their passion for each other was continuing to its fullest. Stan felt like a teenager again as he slid his tongue into his daughter's mouth and she responded with ardor. He allowed his hands to run down her back and to her butt and then back and around. Samantha was moaning into his mouth.

She pulled her mouth from his and stared into his face. There was a wild look in her eyes as she seemingly caught her breath. Then she again cupped his face in both her hands, she pulled him back in close for another kiss. Stan was surprised when her tongue pushed past his lips, forcing its way into his mouth. He sucked gently as she probed him, while his hands again ran up and down her back.

Finally, she tore her mouth from his again and she whispered, "Do more, Daddy. Please..."

It was happening a lot faster than even Stan had dreamed it would. He knew it would be too hard to stop now that he had started.

Once again, he started exciting his child with his fingers. He ran his hand slowly down his daughter's hot quivering belly, and felt the flatness of it all and smiled over at her. He let his hand first slide under the nightie and he ran his fingers over her belly again, this time touching the exquisite skin of his daughter's body.

The young teen took her father's hand and guided it to her breast. After a moment of awkward fumbling, both of them realized that they were entangled in the heap of half on, half off clothes. Samantha sat up and took off her top. Her smallish breasts seemed to glow in the soft golden light from the nightlight. Stan then took a nipple in his mouth. His tongue darted around the hardened tip. Fire shot up through Samantha's pussy.

He lifted his hips and pulled his briefs past his knees in one motion. His dick sprang forth in front of Samantha. The youngster looked at the hard cock. She felt slightly frightened by it. It seemed so very foreign to her.

She turned her eyes away as her father reassuringly brought her lips to his again. Samantha's fears melted away with the lingering kiss. Stan's caresses worked down her body until he encountered her panties. Slowly, he let his hand slide under the bottom elastic and when his fingers reached under the cloth, he found a dampness inside that he had not expected to feel. There was a need in both of them to rid this last article of clothing. With gentle tugs, he freed his daughter's pussy from those cotton confines. Then he tossed them aside.

Samantha spread her legs slightly; her whole body was starting to tingle; she had never felt anything like this before in her life and she wasn't sure what was going to happen next. Her daddy ran his hand down off to the side and down over one of her legs. The smoothness of the child's leg was making his cock throb even harder.

He had fantasized about this before - - somewhere in the back of his mind - - and now to be able to actually do it was quite something different.

Having a fantasy about touching one's daughter was something that he had read about somewhere. The book had said that it was quite normal no matter what the age difference. The real difference though was that most fathers didn't go through with it. The book went on to say, that those who did sometimes got an experience that they would never forget. Some of those interviewed had said that the experience made them judge all other women for the rest of their lives based on their daughters.

Stan pushed all of this to the back of his mind as he ran his hand back up his daughter's skinny leg and reached her pussy. He ran a finger first up and down the slit of her pussy and he could feel the slight dampness around her pussy. Samantha let out a groan of pleasure that she had been holding at bay for the last couple of minutes. He looked at his daughter's face and smiled. She was quite beautiful when experiencing pleasure. Her lips were puckered and a few small drops of sweat were starting to form on her forehead. Her eyes were slightly closed.

Stan ran his finger back down his daughter's slit and, with his other hand, urged her to spread her legs a little more, so that he could explore the inner folds of her beautiful prepubescent body. He loved the feel of her bare pussy on his hand. He wondered what it would be like to lick that little pussy, and he secretly knew that he was going to find out soon enough. He again ran a finger over the tight slit and heard her give out a sigh. He gently pushed around the folds of his daughter's pussy and found it...her little clit was standing straight up at attention and, as he ran his finger around it and actually touched it and flicked it, his daughter let out a large cry of pleasure; her legs going together tightly around his hand.

Stan smiled. He hadn't expected such a strong response from her young body, but then again, this was the first time that his daughter was actually having orgasms. When the first small wave of her orgasm broke, Samantha spread her legs a little wider. She had never felt anything like it. Her whole body felt as if a fire was starting to burn from between her legs and growing through out her whole body. She could feel every touch that her father brought to her between her legs. When his finger ran a circle around the virgin entrance to her body, she let out another cry of pleasure.

Nothing but his little girl's body mattered to Stan anymore. He wanted to feel every inch of her young pussy, he wanted to know it intimately and he wanted her to feel the most absolute pleasure ever. He wanted this to be a moment in her life that she would never forget; a moment that they would share forever: her first cum. Stan ran his finger down away from her delicate clit. He didn't want her to finish her climax just yet. He ran his finger around the small hole of her pussy. He had never realized that a girl of her age had such a small hole. He knew though that it was more than that. She had only started to develop, so she was still quite tiny.

He ran his small pinkie finger around the entrance to her body and heard the youngster give a gasp of pleasure. He didn't want to force one of his larger fingers into her body just yet so he knew that he was going to have to start slowly and work up while he gave her pleasure. He slowly and gently pushed his smallest finger into his daughter's body and he felt the pressure around it as he slipped it in. His pinkie went in easily enough. He supposed though that one of the reasons for this was how close to cumming she already was. How wet her 13-year-old body already was becoming.

Stan pushed his finger in a little further; not wanting to hit her cherry. He pushed it back out and finally, when the walls of her pussy started to spasm around it, he knew that he should try another finger. He then took his next largest finger and slowly slipped it in. He got into a small struggle. His finger was slightly too big to fit in but after he pushed a few times against her pussy hole his finger snuggly slipped in. He was gently using his thumb at this time to rub around her clit.

Samantha was feeling a world of pleasure that she had never known existed in her thirteen years of life. Her young body was on fire and the fire was burning outwards from between her legs. Her father's fingers were working a magic that she hadn't known existed before. She could feel every fiber of her body as she groaned and moaned underneath her father's attention.

The fire that was burning was now reaching outwards and touching parts of her that she had never known could feel pleasure. Her nipples were hard with desire. Her thoughts were not coherent anymore as she reached ever closer to the final climax that was building between her legs. Stan rubbed a little harder around her little clit. He was now up to his third finger and he knew now that all of his fingers minus his thumb could fit into that small hole, but if he wanted his cock to fit, at least three fingers would have to be able to open that hole. He didn't want to go that far just yet.

Stan pushed his thumb down on his daughter's clit and as he did, she screamed out his name in pleasure as her little body began to spasm. Stan could feel each wave as it hit his finger. Her pussy walls spasmed so hard at one point that he couldn't move his finger within the clamped passage, but when the spasm faded he again moved it easily within. He looked at his daughter's face as her young body had its second cum. Her face was full of perspiration now but she still looked absolutely beautiful. Her eyes were closed all the way and as each wave of passion swept over her body, she groaned a sound of agonizing pleasure.

Samantha was feeling something that she had never known existed before. Her thirteen-year-old body was alive and she felt so much more alive than she had ever felt before. Her body was on fire and the fire was slowly fading away. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she wondered if orgasms always felt this good or if it was just the first time. She wondered if men got off just as good as girls did or if they didn't. She wondered if her father would have sex with her. She moaned aloud as her body experienced another spasm.

Slowly the spasms faded away and as they did, she felt so relaxed. It felt like an eternity but it was probably only ten minutes. Samantha opened her eyes and was greeted with her father's face. She smiled at him shyly, not really sure why; after all, he had just given her pleasure beyond her wildest dreams. Stan leaned in and she felt his lips brush hers. She wanted to respond with some of the same but couldn't even move her lips to talk, let alone to kiss.

Stan ran a hand up her ribs and pinched one of her nipples. He looked down into her face and as she felt his lips meet hers, she could feel her young pussy starting to get wet again.

When his tongue rushed out and into her mouth, she groaned out in pleasure. They let their tongues entwine for a while before Stan broke it and ran his tongue down to her neck, then her chest and over both of the youngster's nipples. Samantha let out a cry as continued his assault on her nipples. He licked them some more before he flicked them with his tongue and then he sucked on them with his mouth. He lightly bit both nipples, sending shivers of pleasure throughout Samantha's young body.

Stan moved on downwards. His daughter's body was absolutely the most beautiful body he had ever had the pleasure to touch. He ran his hands back up over her legs feel the smoothness. He spread her legs gently and went back to kissing her young skin. He reached her pussy and ran his tongue over the lips.

"Nnnnnggggghhhhh..." she moaned in her excitement as her hips moved to greet his mouth.

The sweet taste of the child's cum was very intoxicating. He could smell it on the skin of her pussy he could taste it on his tongue every time he licked. He ran his tongue up and down her slit twice. She let out a few more groans, calling his name. Stan knew what he was doing now. He wanted his daughter to feel so much pleasure that her young body would be driven over the edge again.

He spread her lips with his fingers and as he did so, he let his tongue flick on her clit. When he did this his daughter cried out his name again. He knew what he was doing was causing her to feel so much pleasure, more pleasure than he had ever given another girl, including her mother. He pushed his tongue at the entrance to her small pussy and when his tongue entered into this hot small hole, he almost came. He pushed his tongue in but tried not to get it in too far because he did not want to hit the child's hymen. He knew that it would hurt when that happened and he was waiting for the right moment and it was not here yet.

Samantha had felt pleasure before now but it was already building up again and she knew that it was going to be big. She groaned as she felt her father using his tongue on her. She pushed her pussy up closer; she wanted more pleasure. His tongue thrust into her small hole and she let out another groan of pleasure. She was so close to cumming and she knew that nothing was going to hold it at bay. She called out her father's name and thrust her hips again. His breath on her clit was driving her mad. She groaned again grinding her hips against his tongue and then she cried out as her pleasure exploded throughout her whole body again.

Finally, as it slowly faded away, she opened her eyes and looked down at her father who was in-between her legs. He smiled and she smiled back. She spread her legs further for him. He climbed on top of her and smiled downward at her. Samantha nervously moved her hands down and gently grabbed his man-flesh. At the touch of her fingers, her father sucked in air and then she instinctively moved his dick to her waiting pussy.

"This is what you want, isn't it, baby?"

She looked directly at her father, nodded, "Yes," and then closed her eyes.

Stan pressed gently against the opening, and, despite her wetness, he encountered resistance. Gently he pressed into her, applying a bit more pressure each time. She was quietly gasping for air, looking asthmatic. He could see the youngster wincing as he applied pressure and knew that it would be best to simply get it over with.

Suddenly with one forceful push, Stan plunged through Samantha's virginal hymen. She felt something hard and long enter into her body and absolute pleasure built up inside of her. She groaned softly, and then gripped his muscular buttocks, one cheek in each hand. She pulled her daddy deep within her. Stan pumped again and again into Samantha's pussy. The tempo of his strokes grew faster and faster until his ass was almost a blur.

He was inside her, driving his cock hard and deep into his own daughter, her hole as hot as any he had ever been in. Her head was thrown back in ecstasy, her fingers digging hard into his shoulders, her legs wrapped around his ass, pulling him harder against her, into her. Over and over he pounded into the child, fucking her with a need all his own, yet a need she shared. As their excitement was reaching its height, their passions rose, releasing a surge as wild and as furious, as they would ever again feel.

Spent and panting, Stan collapsed on top of her, her arms and legs still wrapped tightly around him as he kissed her again, this time with gentle tenderness. Looking into her eyes, he whispered, "I love you baby."

Neither father nor daughter knew that at the same time that Samantha was panting, "I love you too, Daddy," that, her younger sister was withdrawing from the doorway and rushing back to her room. However, Stan thought that he had seen something from the corner of his eye…

The End