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A Gift For My Dad
Smiling happily, I thought, today is the day. At
last, 12 years of school would come to a climax
and I would graduate. I had even won a prize for
Maths. I was ready to celebrate in a wild way,
especially considering my 18th birthday was three
weeks ago and I couldn't celebrate it properly
then because it fell in the middle of exam week.
Adjusting my mortar board to sit firmly on my
head, I gazed at my reflection in the full length
mirror in my bedroom. My long, blonde hair, which
was normally straight as an arrow, tumbled
luxuriously over my shoulders. It was worth the
hassle of sleeping in curlers to create this
style. The bedroom lights made my hair gleam and
shine like satin. The effect was stunning.
The royal blue of the graduation gown and mortar
board seemed to be made specifically to highlight
my flaxen curls. The gown draped in folds over my
slim frame and hung perfectly to mid calf. It was
exactly the right shade to make my emerald eyes
sparkle even brighter and appear more piercing. My
lips glimmered with pale pink lipstick - Innocence
- my favourite shade and curved into a satisfied
smile. I looked perfect and I looked that way for
my father.
Dad was my shining light. Throughout my life,
everything I did, I did with the express purpose
of pleasing him. I couldn't bear to think he would
ever be disappointed in me and my achievements, I
couldn't handle the shame of letting him down. So
I learned my school work and I learned to bring
him joy. To this end, I grew my hair long because
he thought it looked more feminine. I only used
pale pink lipsticks and nail polish as he said
that anything else looked trampy. My whole life, I
studied as hard as I could. I didn't always
achieve top grades but I tried my best. My Dad
knew I worked flat out and he loved me for trying
so hard.
I only ever dated boys I knew that he would
approve of and I never let them do anything more
than kiss me. Some people thought I was a tease
but I didn't want to lead them on. If they thought
they would get it all from me, I wouldn't be able
to stop them. So I never let the boys think they
had a chance. I was saving myself.
And today, finally, I could reward Dad's faith and
trust in me. He took the day off work to come with
me to the afternoon ceremony and promised that in
the evening we would do whatever I liked to
celebrate. I was so excited. It was his 40th
birthday in a couple of weeks so we had decided to
roll all the parties into one big bash.
"Beth? Are you ready to go yet?" His voice floated
up the stairs to my room.
"In a minute Dad. I'll be right there."
I slipped into my black heels, took one final
glance in the mirror, and headed downstairs, ready
to make my grand entrance.
Dad was waiting at the bottom of the stairs. His
face broke into a huge smile, showing his dimples
to their best advantage.
"Oh Beth. Honey, you look wonderful. I am so proud
of my little girl."
"Thanks Dad. I am glad you're happy."
I brushed a quick kiss across his lips and then
reached up to wipe away the smudge of Innocence I
left there. "Shall we go, Dad?"
"Soon darling. I just want to take a few photos."
After 15 minutes of posing and shutters clicking,
we were finally on our way. I could barely sit
still in the car. Nervous, excited, happy - I
couldn't decide what I felt most.
I glanced across at my father, assured and in
control in the driver's seat. His black blazer
showcased his hard chest and strong arms. His legs
moved powerfully, changing the gears and riding
the pedals with ease. I was so proud of what he
had achieved. He owned the local gym and worked
there part time as an instructor. As well as
instructing, he also managed the place single
handed and had the complete respect of all his
staff.
I adored gazing at his perfect body. His muscles
were toned and taut, but he wasn't bulky like the
huge body builders. He gave me a sense of
security, protection. I never need be afraid in
his presence. His eyes were the same piercing
emerald as mine and his hair was only a shade or
two darker than my own locks. Dad's hairline
hadn't started to recede yet and it was thick and
lustrous. I often ran my hands through it just to
feel how soft it was. It made him smile dreamily
when I brushed and stroked his hair. I reached
over now and stroked his hair lovingly. He smiled
and glanced at me. "I love you Dad."
"I love you more, Beth."
We arrived at the school hall, along with hundreds
of other people ready to celebrate this milestone.
The ceremony went off without a hitch. Everyone
had a great time and got carried away eating the
refreshments. We threw our mortar boards in the
air, as per tradition. Funny though, they never
tell you how hard it is afterwards to find your
own hat again. But we survived and returned our
gowns and mortars in tact after another lengthy
photo shoot. "Just one more, one more shot,"
seemed to be the most heard cry on the front lawn.
The parents just couldn't get enough of their
darling children who were turning into adults
before their very eyes.
I said a teary goodbye to all my friends. The
whole event was so incredibly emotional. The
speeches were inspiring and the class clown lived
up to his reputation.
At last, I was alone with Dad. I hugged him
tightly, and pressed myself against his toned
chest, making full body contact. Now that I had
given my gown back, Dad could see that I was
wearing a short, tight red skirt and a loose filmy
cream blouse. It complimented my tanned skin and
showed a hint of cleavage. I was ready to party
hard!
"Let's get this party started, Dad!" I cried
enthusiastically.
"OK, baby. Don't bust your girdle!" he teased.
"Hey! You know I don't need to wear a girdle." I
fluttered my lashes at him. Would he understand
that I was trying to seduce him? That I was no
longer playing the innocent daughter?
We got back into the Mercedes and drove to the
most expensive restaurant in town. When Dad wanted
to show me a good time, he went all out and spared
no expense!! You had to admire that!
We settled back in our chairs after an exquisite
meal and slowly sipped our way through our second
bottle of champagne. As I said, nothing but the
best for his girl.
"Dad, let's go dancing! I want to rock and roll."
"Whatever my girl wants, we shall do. Tonight I am
your slave, Beth."
Arching my eyebrow suggestively, I whispered, "Do
you mean that Dad? Are you prepared to do anything
for me?"
Looking a little surprised, he replied, "Of
course!. You know I only want you to be happy."
Smiling, feeling satisfied that I had planted the
seeds of my ultimate plan, I proposed that we
should move on at once to the hippest nightclub in
the city. I knew my Dad could groove on the dance
floor and we often danced in our lounge room,
bounding and jumping like maniacs. Everything was
going swimmingly.
At the club, the music was loud and pumping. It
was fantastic. Whenever we needed to speak to each
other, we had to whisper into each other's ear. I
made sure my lips brushed against his lobe and
remained there just a little longer than was
necessary. I breathed softly into his ear and I
could see him shiver.
We danced for hours, sometimes together, sometimes
with another partner. Swirling and circling,
swaying and sliding. I was lost in the moment and
watched the lights pulsing to the beat of my
heart.
Suddenly a slow song pounded through the speakers.
I stared around the dance floor and bang, there he
was. My father's piercing eyes met mine and we
drifted into each others arms. Softly, tenderly we
swayed in time to the music. I snuggled against
his shoulder and made sure my pelvis was rubbing
against his.
As the song drew to a close, I whispered, "Time to
go home, Dad. I want to give you a special
present. My gift to you for being such a great
father."
He was starting to appear a little wary and unsure
of what was happening. But being ever trustful of
his only daughter, he did as I asked.
When we arrived home, I told him to get
comfortable in the lounge as I wanted to take a
shower to wash off the smell of cigarette smoke.
While I was upstairs I prepared his bedroom for my
gift. I turned down the cover on his huge four
poster bed and brought about a dozen scented
candles into the room. I placed them strategically
on the dresser and other bits of furniture.
Carefully, I lit them all to release the wonderful
aromatic flavours they would produce.
I quickly showered and dressed in only a rose
satin robe. I made my way back downstairs and into
the lounge. He was sitting on the sofa. He had
taken his shirt off, kicked his shoes to the side
and loosed the belt on his trousers. Almost too
easy, I thought. His head was resting against the
back of the sofa and I saw that he was dozing
lightly.
Silently, I spread his legs slightly and moved
myself between them. I leaned over and kissed him
gently on his sensual lips. I kissed him again
more insistently. His mouth fell open a touch and
I used the opportunity to flick my tongue into his
mouth and run it across his teeth. That was when I
knew he woke up.
"Baby," he murmured. "What are you doing?"
"I am rewarding you for all the years you loved me
unconditionally. For the times when you held my
hand and helped me through the many small problems
and the big crises."
"Honey, no. You shouldn't be doing this. I did all
those things because I love you. You are my
daughter and I want only the best for you."
"Daddy, you are the best thing for me. I saved
myself all this time because I knew you were the
perfect man to love me properly for the first
time."
His eyebrows shot to the top of his forehead, his
eyes were huge and luminous. "What are you saying,
Bethie? Do you really mean this?"
"Dad, I want to give you my virginity. I think it
is the only gift I can give to the man who gave me
life and made my life wonderful."
Taking advantage of his stunned state, I took his
hands in mine and gently but insistently pulled
him out of the chair and up the stairs to his
bedroom. He entered slowly and peered about him.
Maybe he thought he was on Candid Camera?
Gradually he realised that I meant what I had said
and he would be given my greatest treasure.
I kissed him deeply as we moved towards the bed,
covered in soft pillows and satin sheets. My
tongue probed his mouth as I explored its depths
and caverns. I felt him start to relax and become
more involved with kissing me. I ran my hands
through the tight blond curls on his chest and
tweaked his nipples with my fingers.
"Oh, Daddy," I breathed. "I love you so much."
Just before he sat on the bed, I undid his
trousers properly and let them fall to the floor.
He stepped away from them and I could feel his
erection starting to grow despite his reluctance.
I kneeled down in front of him and took hold of
the waistband of his boxers in my teeth. With
great cunning, I pulled them down over his muscled
thighs and calfs. Finally, he stood naked before
me. I stepped back to gaze at this stunning body.
I drank him in and noted the chiselled torso and
beautiful firm ass. Lightly I ran my fingers over
his body, tracing the outline of his sculptured
biceps and finely toned abdomen. He stood still
with his eyes closed, moaning every now and then,
when I touched a particularly sensitive area.
I couldn't bear it a moment longer. I needed to
have closer contact with him and threw myself onto
him. I wrapped my arms around him and twined my
legs around his. We kissed passionately for the
longest eternity.
Dad looked as weak and vulnerable as I felt. So I
pushed him down onto the bed and laid him out on
his back. His cock now stood straight and tall at
right angle to his body. It was a magnificent
specimen. It was about 7 inches long and
incredibly thick. When he entered me, it was going
to hurt. His balls were heavy and full of thick
juicy cum. I couldn't wait for him to unload into
my virgin pussy.
The whole purpose of this evening was for him to
pierce my hymen and be the first man to enter me
with love. Anything more than that would take
place on another occasion. And after tonight, I
was sure there were going to be many, many more
occasions.
Standing beside the bed, I waited until he was
staring at me and I had his full attention. Then I
slowly let the satin robe I was wearing drop below
my shoulders. Like an imagined whisper, the robe
then slid to the ground and I showed Dad my entire
glory. His eyes grew huge and round. He hungrily
devoured the sight of my c cup breasts sitting
high and full, my flat stomach and the gracious
curve of my hips. My pussy was trimmed into the
shape of a heart and he spent many moments
contemplating this.
"Dad, are you pleased? Did I turn out to be
everything you hoped for?"
With a strangled groan, he uttered, "Oh God, Beth.
You are so fabulously splendid. An absolute angel.
I can't take your virginity from you."
Without another word, I climbed onto the bed
beside him and leaned over to kiss the tip of his
cock. He realised there was no longer a choice.
My tongue slid up and down his strong shaft and
played tiny circles around and around the base. I
spread his legs and knelt between them so I could
look up into his face and enjoy his pleasure.
Sucking and blowing like an expert, I felt his
balls tighten and his rod get stiffer and harder.
Instinctively knowing that the timing was right, I
raised up and straddled his body. I positioned my
pussy directly above his cock, ready for him to
thrust deep inside and make me a true woman. Ever
so slowly, increasing his tension and
anticipation, I lowered my slit over his shaft.
I felt his head push through my wet, swollen,
throbbing pussy lips. He moaned and I gasped with
the new senses it was arousing in me. I watched
his face flick between expressions of horror that
he was about to fuck his baby girl and pure lust
that he was taking the purity of someone special.
His dick reached my internal barrier and with
steady pressure, I pushed down harder onto him. I
felt a flash of pain as he broke through and
entered my greatest depths. Pausing for a little
while, I became used to the feeling of this thick
sensitive cock deep inside.
Then I started to raise and lower my hips. Gently
moving into a natural rhythm, I felt him respond.
I decided to give him some encouragement.
"Fuck me Dad. Fuck your little slut daughter. Cum
in me and make me beg for more."
Once again, his eyes flew open in horror at the
vulgar language emerging from his precious girl's
lips. But when he saw the lust and longing in my
face, he knew I was honestly wanting him to give
me the ride of my life.
"Bethie, my darling bitch slave. Slam your pussy
on your Dad. Grind me down, screw me hard, you
little slag."
I started rocking faster and faster. We were
thrusting and pulsing in perfect unison. It seemed
that we were destined for this moment. Crying out
and moaning, I thrashed my arms on his chest. He
reached up and fondled my tits, squeezing and
pulling on my tender nipples.
"Fuck me Beth, fuck your Dad like an animal."
"Oh god, Daddy. You hurt so good. Make me yours,
root me, hump me, pump me. Oooohhhhh just fuck me
hard."
Deeper and deeper his cock thrust into my well.
The juice was pouring out of my pussy as I
screamed in complete ecstasy. Closer and closer we
were getting to the peak of our desire. Moaning
and calling out each other's names I felt him
start to explode inside me.
"Beeeetthhhh," he shouted.
I came in a shattering orgasm a second later.
"Fuuck, Dad. Ohhh fuck."
Still pumping hard, I rode his cock like a demon
possessed. Wild animals driven by pure lust, we
continued until my pussy had squeezed every bit of
juice from his powerful dick. Panting and
exhausted, I fell forward onto his chest, his cock
remaining firmly in my wet pussy.
We kissed and massaged each other, unable to get
enough of touching and feeling to try and believe
that this was all real and not a beautiful dream.
"Thank you Dad," I murmured into his ear. "That
was the most sensual experience I have ever had."
Finally, we drifted off to sleep with me still
lying on top of him, my head snuggled comfortably
against his shoulder. We remained that way all
night, his dick inside me, so that when we woke up
the next morning, the memory of this night would
return at once. My virgin hole felt stretched and
tender in the most delicious way. I knew I would
never forget this night and who knows what we
would do over the coming weeks. There were so many
positions and styles of love making to try, that
we may never get out of bed again!
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