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ARE YOU SURE DADDY?__Mg_inc
By Fatherodelli (fatherodelli@yahoo.com)
I was only five-years-old when things started happening that
I didn't understand. I remember it was a hot July day that
my Dad, my Mom and I were going to fly to a faraway city for
a weekend mini-vacation. The way I remember, Mom had some
kind of business conference that was starting on Sunday
evening, so Dad and I were going to fly with her on the
Friday before, spend the weekend with her having fun and
then he and I would fly back home Sunday evening. But when
we arrived at the airport, there was only one seat available
on the plane. Since Dad and I didn't have to go, we kissed
Mom good-bye, she boarded the plane and he and I went back
home. Needless to say, I was very disappointed. This was
to have been my first airplane ride and now all I had to
sustain me was Dad's promise to do it again sometime.
When we got home, I took off my shorts and tank top to keep
them clean for anther time. I just left on my panties,
since I was just going to be in the house and it was a very
warm summer day. Dad was also in his room changing clothes.
I went into the kitchen to get something to eat from the
cupboard above the kitchen counter. I scooted a chair over
to the counter and then stepped up on the counter from there
so I could reach the cupboard. As I was stretching up to
reach the cookies, Dad came up behind me, smiled, grabbed me
around the waist and sat me down on the counter. He teased
me about standing on the kitchen counter and playfully
tickled my sides a little. Then he did something that
totally surprised me, a little five-year-old girl, and would
become a part of our relationship in varying forms for years
to come. He put his hand between my legs and gently pried
my legs apart. From there, he put his first two fingers on
the front of my panties and began to rub. I remember I
didn't say anything -- after all, this was my Dad who had
bathed me, dressed me and seen me naked many times. But, he
had never done this before. He put his other arm around me
and hugged me close. At some point, he put his hand down
the front of my panties and rubbed me lightly between my
little pussy lips. I think this went on for several
minutes. I remember it feeling much like an itch that
needed to be scratched and it sure felt good! When he
finished, he poured me a glass of milk from the
refrigerator, gave me another cookie and helped me off the
counter.
The next time something similar happened was a few hours
later that same day after my bath. Dad had helped me in the
usual way with my bath. He washed my back, played silly
bath-time games with me and stood me up to dry me off like
he had done a hundred times before. When he finished drying
me with the towel, he wrapped it around me to keep me warm.
But then he did something different than the usual routine.
He sat me down on the edge of the bathtub facing him and
softly placed his fingers between my legs just like earlier
in the day. This time there were no panties to get in his
way. And, this time he whispered to me occasionally, saying
"Does that feel good, Rachel?" and "Oh, Daddy loves his
little girl!" and "Oh, you're so warm and soft down there!"
When he finished, he looked me straight in the eye and told
me that this had to be our little secret and asked me if I
understood. I nodded that I did. He said he knew how to
make me feel very good "down there" as he patted my little
pussy, but that I could never, ever tell anyone. I
distinctly remember asking him if I could at least tell my
teddy bear and he said that I absolutely couldn't even tell
my teddy bear! I knew this must be a very important secret!
Over the next few years from about age five to age eight,
Dad continued to fondle me at various times. Sometimes it
was after taking our baths in the evening. We would put on
our bathrobes and watch TV. Some nights several members of
the family would be watching TV with us and occasionally, it
would be just Dad and me. Usually, we kids would lie on the
floor, each with our own blanket. At some point, he would
motion for me to sit on his lap. Even though I knew what
would happen next, I willingly complied, taking my blanket
with me. You see, by this time I had come to enjoy his
attention and all the pleasure he could bring to that area
between my legs. He never hurt me; he just knew how to
lightly tickle me there to help me feel really good. And,
true to my word, I kept our little secret year after year.
I never knew any different. All I knew was that my Dad and
I were very close and he made me feel good.
With my blanket over me hiding his hand underneath, we would
repeat basically the same scenario whether we were alone or
even if there were other family members within a few feet.
I would just lay across his lap totally naked except for my
bathrobe. Sometimes I would watch TV, but most of the time
I would just close my eyes. Cradled in his strong arms, I
would spread my little legs slightly, inviting his fingers.
He would softly massage my tummy, chest and upper legs.
Sometimes I wondered if he would EVER get to that sensitive
area between my legs; the itch would get so bad with his
fingers so close. When I just about thought I couldn't wait
any longer, he would finally tickle me between the legs,
sometimes making little circles around my tiny clit and
sometimes just rubbing inside my very small and now very wet
pussy lips. As I got older, he would also explore the
opening to my little pussy, again going around and around.
Then, ever so gently, he would push a finger into me and
stimulate my virgin hole about half an inch before backing
out. He would do this over and over, pushing it in a little
further until eventually he could get about half of his
finger in. His finger felt so big! I was too little to
know this was somewhat like having sex. I just knew it
created a strangely good feeling inside my pussy and that my
Dad seemed especially pleased when he did that.
When I was about nine or ten, our TV room activities took a
decidedly advanced turn. On occasion, Dad and I would be
the only ones at home and we would play a little game. He
called it "This is the way" and it soon became our favorite
secret game. We would have our bathrobes on and be totally
naked underneath. I would sit on his knees with my legs
straddling his, facing him. He would grab me around the
upper arms and gently bounce my little bottom up and down on
his knees while singing, "This is the way the lady rides,
the lady rides, the lady rides. This is the way the lady
rides so early in the morning." Then, the next verse
escalated the action a little with him alternately moving
his knees up and down, creating a bouncy ride for me. He
would then sing the second verse, "This is the way the
monkey rides, the monkey rides, the monkey rides. This is
the way the monkey rides so early in the morning." He would
usually sing those two verses several times. By that time,
we would be laughing and totally having a good time with
each other. By now, our bathrobes would likely be nearly or
completely open with the rowdy play and fun we were
experiencing.
For the third verse, Dad would slide down in his chair a
little, pull me closer to him and reach down and casually
position the top his erect penis between my pussy lips.
This never seemed unusual to me. I just came to expect his
rearranging his cock as part of the game. It wouldn't be
pointing so that he could enter me. Instead, my little
pussy lips would be spread apart over the top of his shaft.
Then, he would take hold of my hips and slide my little
pussy back and forth on the top of his cock while singing
softly, "This is the way my Rachel rides, my Rachel rides,
my Rachel rides. This is the way my Rachel rides so early
in the morning." By this time in the game, I would be
totally under his control. I just remember it felt so good
between my legs. I also remember feeling so "at one" with
him in this little game. Now as I think back, all he was
doing was masturbating using my pussy lips for heat,
moisture and friction. He would repeat the third verse over
and over until he was satisfied. I remember his voice would
start to trail off in a hoarse whisper near my ear as he got
closer to cumming. We would get hotter and wetter where his
cock rubbed between my legs. The more verses he sang, the
faster he slid me back and forth. The laughing was over by
this point and the mood was much more serious and he usually
started to perspire a little. I always knew it was about
over when he would stop singing and hold me very tight and
very close with very little movement on my pussy. Then he
would relax, smile and tell me I was the best playmate there
could ever be. I loved to make him feel that way and it
felt so good to me, too! We were always extremely wet when
it was over! I never knew where all that wet stuff came
from; I only knew everything felt very, very good. Dad
would always use a tissue to wipe me dry before he tucked me
into bed.
Then an event took place in our family that totally shook my
world! My Dad and Mom divorced just before my eleventh
birthday. Of course, this always affects a minor child's
life. In my case, my Mom got custody of me and my Dad moved
to another city to be with his new girlfriend. I was
crushed. I missed him dearly for so many reasons, some of
which I didn't clearly understand at the time. He was my
Dad and I loved him so much, plus there was our secret world
of sex that I had come to love so much. I think by that
time the sexual part of our relationship had nearly become
an addiction with me. I cried and cried.
I finished the next few months of the school year in sadness
because I missed my Dad so much. Then my life got a big
boost. Near the end of the school year, my Dad called and
invited me to spend the summer with him. I was elated!
Just to be with him would be the greatest!
When I arrived at his new home, he showed me to my room. He
had purchased an older home and was doing most of the
renovation work himself. The room where I would be staying
needed some work and I offered to help him paint it. He
thought that was a great idea because it would give me
something to do.
That was the setting for what would be the next stage of my
sexual adventures with my Dad. One day, about a week after
I had arrived, Dad and I picked out some paint for my
bedroom. He showed me how to apply it with a roller and I
eagerly started to transform the look of the room. It was a
very hot day and it was especially warm in this second-story
room. I had on cutoff shorts and a baby T-shirt that bared
my tummy. My body had developed significantly over the last
year since Dad had seen me. My legs were rather shapely, my
butt was nicely rounding and I had very small breasts with
puffy, pink nipples. I felt pretty hot in more ways than
one that day. I was proud of my developing body and
wondered if Dad had noticed what a little woman I was
becoming.
I got the answer from my Dad in very short order. After I
had painted for a while, he came in to check on me. He put
his hands on his hips, looked around at the newly painted
room, smiled and nodded his approval. I remember I was on a
ladder reaching up to touch up some paint high on a wall.
He came up behind me, reached around my bare sides and began
stroking my tummy, almost tickling me. I giggled and
threatened to drip some paint on him. But then he looked up
at me with that look I had seen so many times as a littler
girl. It was that "come here" look and I knew it in an
instant. I placed the paint roller in the pan and came down
the ladder. He pulled me close and hugged me. Then, he
playfully sat on the edge of the bed, pulled me onto his lap
and started playing the "This is the way" game. We giggled
and played. I felt too old to be playing this little girl
game, but it brought back old, familiar feelings with my
Dad. One difference this time was that he showed a new
interest in my little chest. He slowly pushed up my little
shirt to bare my developing breasts, all the while smiling
and looking deep into my eyes. As his eyes slowly scanned
down to my tits, he started breathing deeper, I was mostly
just worried that he might make fun of how little my 12-
year-old breasts were. I barely had little swellings with
puffy, pink nipples. But then I noticed how happy he seemed
to be and I was thrilled to make him feel that way. He
leaned forward and licked and kissed my tiny nipples,
playfully sucking and occasionally nibbling on them. It
felt so good! I had never experienced those sensations
before.
When it came time for the "This is the way Rachel rides"
verse of the song, the game suddenly changed. He lifted me
off his legs, stood me beside him and removed my cutoffs and
then my panties. I was a willing participant because this
wasn't much different than our games all the years before.
As I stood there in front of him, he admired my body,
running his hands over my curvy little hips and butt. He
massaged my butt for a while and eventually found that
sensitive area between my legs. His stroking of my pussy
lips felt so familiar and good. Eventually, he pushed a
finger into my cunt from behind. I found myself squatting
ever so slightly to spread my lips and helping him to slide
his finger into me even deeper. I just couldn't help it; I
was getting so wet and hot all over! Dad always knew how to
make his little girl feel so good! His face was about level
with my tummy as he sat on the edge of the bed. He leaned
forward, kissed my belly button and kept kissing lower until
he was licking and kissing my little pussy. He flicked his
tongue expertly around and around my clit and remarked how
much I had changed in the last few months. He asked me when
I started getting hair on my pussy. Of course, I didn't
know what to say but I was so pleased he was noticing the
wonderful changes in my prepubescent body since he had last
seen me naked. He slipped his finger in and out of my pussy
over and over again. I laid my head on his shoulder and
felt my knees getting weak. I could tell he was getting
sexually turned-on as he fingered his little girl.
Eventually, he pulled his finger out and licked it. Then,
he held his finger up to my mouth. He told me to suck it.
I did and, for the first time in my life, I tasted pussy
juice. He also said I smelled more like a woman now and
less like a little girl. I liked the sound of that.
With all of my sexual nerve endings sizzling on high, my Dad
slipped off his own jeans and boxer shorts. His hard cock
stuck up at a 45-degree angle in front of him. My shocked
eyes glued themselves to it! I had never seen such a thing!
That was the same cock that had rubbed up and down between
my little girl legs for years and years, but I realized that
I had never really looked at it before. Now there it was
right before my eyes!
By this time, I was more sexually charged than any 12-year-
old girl should ever be. He sat back down on the bed and I
willingly spread my legs and straddled him like I had done
so many times before in past years. I looked down and
noticed that my little pussy lips were flared open, my few
pubic hairs were wet and matted down and I was ready for the
game to continue. He began to sing "This is the way my
Rachel rides, Rachel rides, Rachel rides. This is the way
my Rachel rides so early in the morning." Everything
happened just like all those years before with his cock
sliding back and forth between my pussy lips. Oh, the
feeling! It was definitely more sexual and titillating than
when I was younger. I hadn't felt this turned-on for so
long. Maybe my clit was a little bigger than a few years
before because now his slick cock would tickle it as he
thrust my little body back and forth, sending shivers
through my whole being.
But then to my total surprise, the game changed and my Dad
did something totally unexpected. He lay back on the bed,
lifted up my little body, grabbed his cock and pointed it
perpendicular against my pussy. It was between my pussy
lips at the entryway to my little virginal hole. I gasped;
I always felt so comfortable with the little girl games and
now I felt so vulnerable. I remember exclaiming something
like, "ARE YOU SURE DAD!!?" He smiled at me and in his very
reassuring manner said, "have I ever hurt my little girl
before? Haven't I always made you feel good?" I knew the
answers to those questions and immediately was not nearly as
scared of this new game. Then, he gently pushed down on my
hips so that just the tip of his hard cock penetrated me. I
stopped him, telling him that it DID really hurt. Then, he
instructed me to place my hands on his chest and rock back
and forth. He wanted me to take control of the penetration
by rocking back and forth, allowing only as much cock as I
wanted to invade me. Ever so gently raising and lowering
myself up and down while rocking back and forth, each time I
worked a little more of his man-sized cock into my tiny
hole. I found that it helped to relax my muscles inside and
go around and around with my butt, pushing down just a
little at a time. It went in fairly easily at the pointed
end, but stretched me more and more as his huge, thick shaft
slid into my little cunt. I looked back between my spread
out knees and I remember the obscene view. There was this
huge reddish-purple stalk attempting to enter my very small,
immature pussy.
As my comfort level increased, my determination to fulfill
another game with my Dad slowly overtook my fears. I
gritted my teeth, closed my eyes and did my very best to
please my Dad. I was definitely getting my first lesson in
how to have sex. Within a few minutes, I was nearly fully
impaled upon this huge dick. I was getting fucked for the
first time! He was fucking me! My Dad was fucking me! I
also got my first lesson that day in what it was like to
have a man cum inside of me. All at once, with no
announcement on his part, his cock seemed to swell a little
extra and I felt this hot liquid erupt deep within my little
pussy. When we finished and his enormous tool slipped out
of me, I gasped at the speed and the involuntary sensations
of my little pussy as it tried to snap back to the pre-sex
normal condition. The muscles closed up as tight as
possible and my pussy lips tried to return to their 12-year-
old tightness. The next thing I noticed was how much of his
cum was leaking out of me. That was a very strange feeling
for a preteen girl. Before this day, I knew only a little
about what sex was. Now I was overwhelmed with it! Never
in my wildest dreams had I imagined that my Dad would be the
one to show me how it was done.
My Dad and I had sex many, many more times that summer
before I went back to Mom's to start school in the fall. He
would usually come to me in the middle of the night. He
would wait until his girlfriend was fast asleep and then
come into my room. I would wake up to him whispering in my
ear and stroking my hair. I would open the covers to him
and he would willingly slide into bed with me. He was
ALWAYS hard and the feeling of his hard cock slightly wet on
the end touching my thigh or tummy as he first lay beside me
is something I will never forget. There were no more "This
is the way" games; now it had become more like real sex. He
showed me various positions, too. I found out his favorite
way was for me to get on my hands and knees -- "doggie
style" he called it. He seemed like such a big, big man
hovering over the top of my little body when we did it like
that. As the summer went on, I was able to take his cock
easier and easier. With that came more total enjoyment for
me. I no longer worried about the pain and that enabled me
to let the pleasure of sex rise to new heights.
Sometimes, in the daytime, I would be shopping or visiting
with his girlfriend and I couldn't help but wonder if she
had any idea what was going on. I really don't think she
did. Also, I never felt any jealousy toward her. She was a
beautiful woman and I know he loved her very much. I can
only assume that they were sexually active. Maybe he just
needed a little extra and that's where I came in. It really
didn't occupy my mind all that much. Mostly, I was just
enjoying my summer and my time with my Dad.
I do know that I grew up a lot over those few months. My
experiences with my Dad certainly gave me a completely
different attitude toward sex. After those experiences I
looked at boys and men in a completely different way. I had
become a very sexual young woman!
Your emails mean a lot. My email address is
fatherodelli@yahoo.com
Posted By Nikki
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