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Disclaimer: If you are easily offended by blatant sexual stories, are under 18, or have a heart condition, don’t read this. If it is illegal in your state to possess this literature, then don’t possess. All within is pure fiction - I guess.

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“They were the hunters… and I was their prey. The traps they set were Rufies, and I was so hungry, I went for the bait. If I was the fox, boys… and my Dad, were the hunters. And when I was captured, I could surely expect to get mounted.”

It was late on Sunday morning before I woke up. I was not only starting my first full day as a fifteen year old, but I was now ‘Becky, the babe’. Dad offered to make me some late breakfast, but I didn’t feel much like eating. I thanked him for taking such sweet care of me the night before. He was amused to see I was already carrying my new cell phone so faithfully.

We talked about the night before, and he told me of his concerns over how out of it I was when he came in to check on me. I still didn’t want to burst his bubble over knowing what he had done after Skip left. If I confessed to knowing, he would be devastated, and I would have to admit how awesome it had all felt. So, I told him I never really went completely out, I just couldn’t make sense of what was happening to me or by whom. That statement made him a little worried, until I added that it all felt too good to worry about the ‘who’ part. I admitted to him that I had wished I asked Skip to bring over the same boy that was there before, but just for the sake of longevity. I let him know that everything seemed to end all too soon.

I got up and danced a little over behind my dad as I got up for a drink. I threw my arms around him and said, “After all, they’re still boys and don’t know how to go slow for the girls sake. Maybe I need to find a more mature boyfriend.” I wanted to drop a little hint to Dad that an older guy would have done better, but didn’t want him to catch on that I knew one had. I also confessed that I thought that Skip had actually ‘picked my flower’, but realized I was wrong when I felt my hymen was still intact. Dad asked if I was sure, and I unbuttoned my shorts as if I was going to drop them and asked, “You want to see for yourself?” I scrunched my nose at him to tell him I was kidding. The conversation on that topic ended by my saying, “Well, you don’t have to worry about me using anymore pills for a while. I just wanted to have a special party on my birthday. I may never take another one again.” I was so wrong!

When Dad went to the store for the Sunday paper, I checked out his closet for the tape. And sure enough, last night’s documentary was now part of his collection. I just had to see if it was his new favorite, so I positioned them to see if either tape was viewed. And then I plotted a way to watch to see if he viewed one of them when I was away from the house. Later on when my dad was watching a baseball game on TV, I told him I was going to the mall for a little while. He gave me the standard warnings, twenty dollars, and off I went. After I left and walked down the street, I circled the block and went through an alley to the back of our house. I went in through the backdoor of the garage and peeped through the window in the door to the kitchen. The couch was about the only thing I could see, but it was a profile of it. And it was empty.

I decided to watch for a few minutes, thinking that maybe Dad was just now getting the tape from the closet. That’s when I saw him backing up onto the couch to sit down. With one hand on his crotch and the other holding the remote, he stared intently at the TV. It wasn’t long at all before he pulled his pants open, and fished out his boner. I felt like such a nasty little voyeur, at least until I realized my daddy was a bigger one. He was definitely enjoying the tape, taking his time to work himself off. I couldn’t see his cock, but my mind was running overtime wondering what it looked like as he pulled on it. I would have loved to have a close up show. It would be so hot watching him doing it and seeing how it all works. I knew all of the playground basics, but had no real hands on experience with the opposite sex.

I fantasized in my mind what part of the tape he might be watching. And then I discovered I ran into my own heat wave again. I figured I was the only peeping tom around here, so I slipped my hand under my skirt and over my crotch, and started rubbing away at myself. It wasn’t long before the need to get inside my panties became a real necessity. I could see Dad tensing up over different scenes, which inspired myself to a higher level. While my fingers played around the soft tissue of my hymen, I started to hate the fact that it was still there. I wondered if I would ever consider myself in love enough with Skip to let him get rid of it for me. I must have been doing a really good job of rubbing myself off; because I even wondered how wild it would be if I had my dad do away with it instead. But I don’t think he would go for it.

As I thought long and hard over the reasons why it wouldn’t be so bad if Dad took it away, I had a really good little orgasm. I continued fingering myself as I would after getting off, and wondered what it would be like when a boy finally got me to have an orgasm. Strangely enough, I wondered if a guy could possibly do as good a job as I did on myself. I also remembered the promise I made myself to get a taste of Skip’s prick without the help of the Rufies. I’ve had it in my mouth twice, and he even came in me, yet I still had no real idea what sucking on a guy’s cock was like, or what it tasted like. Then I got a very freaky idea; what if I conned Dad into showing me with his. Maybe it was because I loved my dad so much, but the idea probably had a lot more to do with the fact that I was watching him masturbate at the moment.

I figured that I not only had my answer on whether Dad was watching the new tape, but had a pretty nice little ‘session’ myself; session being the way I thought of my masturbatory jaunts. So, I decided to leave my dad in peace and sneak back out while he finished. However, I forgot to wipe myself dry, and as I walked down the sidewalk, I couldn’t help but think about the squishiness between my lower lips. That kept me thinking about, ‘what if I wanted Dad to get my cherry’, would it be so bad if it could be kept between the two of us? I was becoming such an imp walking along, thinking about how to bed my own father. I knew that was considered real sick, but I’m sure I passed that goal marker with the Rufies.

When I got back from the mall, Dad was gone. I snuck into his closet and checked to see which of the tapes he had watched. Sure enough, it was last nights. When I saw that he hadn’t rewound it, I hurried to the VCR to see where he was at when he got off. I was so excited, wondering at what part of Skip’s molestation of me had turned him on the most. I was pretty floored when the picture finally kicked in. It was at the part where Dad was running his fingers through my slit and then licking them off. Evidently, daddy liked the taste of his little girl. The look in his eyes, whenever I could see them, was so dreamy. It was like he was savoring frosting from my cake from the day before. I rewound it just a bit, and snuck it back into his closet. I had no idea how long he was out for, and didn’t want to get caught.

I went to my room, lay down on the bed, and imagined just what it would be like in bed with my own dad. He was so tender in everything he had done to me the night before. I wondered if I set things up right, if the Rufies might help me get rid of this pesky virginity thing. I kept seeing his face as he enjoyed the taste of me on his fingers. I giggled when I wondered if I had a special taste; after all, Skip seemed to like the taste of my pussy, and then my dad spent several minutes getting his fill of me. That led me to the taste of sperm. Was it really as nasty tasting as the girls said it was, or did they even know? That’s when I knew I was going to have to ask the one person that would give me the most honest answer possible; dear old dad. I might as well ask him; since he already saw Skip cum in my mouth twice thanks to the tapes, it seemed like a logical question.

I must have spent an hour going over tons of scenarios that included both Skip and my dad taking my virginity. It was a foregone conclusion at this point that I was determined to give it up to one of them, and soon. I was just about to call Skip and invite him over to fool around some when I heard Dad come home. Poor Skip, if he knew how close I had just come to asking him over so I could give my first real blowjob, he would die. Instead, I met Dad in the kitchen and helped him put away some food stuff he had picked up while out.

In a rather nonchalant manner, I asked the biggy, “Dad, you think sperm tastes as nasty as my girlfriends say it does?” Naturally, his jaw dropped on the floor. That look was quickly exchanged to somewhat of a grin as he asked, “I thought you already found that out.” I told him, “Well, it’s been in my mouth twice, but it was like hours before I got my sense of taste back. I’ve been wondering how nasty all that stuff is, and I want the real scoop. Have you… you know? Have you ever tasted your own?” All he could do was sit down. He stared at me a while, then shook his head in disbelief. I chimed in, “You always said I could ask you anything, right?”

Dad grinned and said, “You got me there.” And after a long pause, “ Okay… oral sex can be quite pleasurable as you know, and boys appreciate it just as much as you do. However, it’s up to the individual to decide whether or not to do it for their partner. From the girls’ point of view; some like the taste, some don’t. But they usually have the option of spitting it out if they decide they don’t like the taste of it. Like I’ve told you in the past; take it slow and at your own pace. And please don’t forget about what I’ve told you about kissing. It’s the same thing… if he has something, you’d better believe you’ll have it shortly.” I repeated the last part of the question, “Have you ever…”

His grin pretty much told the story. He said, “Just about every person decides at some point in their lives to take a little taste of themselves; girls and guys. So, if you must know, yes.” I grinned a little sheepishly and said, “If it makes you feel better, I have too. So, what did it really taste like?” He quipped, “That’s where I draw the line.”

I must have been grinning ear-to-ear, as I just had to tease him, “I’ll have to get a taste from you sometime.” Okay, so it wasn’t as funny as I thought it would be. But while he was busy not answering, I noticed for the first time in my life, Dad had a boner. I pretended not to notice.

I went out to hang with some of the guys that night while Skip was busy. I hadn’t hung out with them since I met Skip weeks ago. I squeezed a million embarrassing questions into our conversations, having just discovered the joy of sex. They got pretty horny at some of my questions, and before I knew it, I was agreeing to give them a quick flash of my chest like I had so often in the past. Evidently, they noticed I was starting to grow a little, and when I was younger, I always promised that I’d let the guys check them out as they grew. Just for the sake of their curious little minds. So we went behind the local convenience store and after looking all around, I lifted my shirt to give them a peek. One of the boys that I had taken baths with when we were little, noticed some growth and asked for a quick little feel of them. I initially said no, but then they talked me into giving them each a quick feel of them. So, one at a time, I let them all slide a hand under my shirt and grope at me for just a few seconds. It felt really neat outdoors in the public like that; especially letting three different guys do it.

After the guys walked me home, I thought for a long time about how I was becoming such a whorish little thing. But it all felt so good and I didn’t see any on the guys worrying about anything. I figured my real problem was between my legs, and that it had to go. I decided that by the end of the night, I was going to decide whom, and how, it was going to happen.

I started to think of all the possibilities, and which of the two men in my life deserved the reward of a virgin. I had always heard that as much as a girl losing her virginity meant to her, it had a major value for the guy that got it as well. So since Skip was already getting more from me than most boys could ever hope to get from their girlfriends, I decided that I was going to figure a way to let Dad get it.

I knew the easiest way to let him have it without making him feel guilty about fucking his own daughter, was to play on his sense of chivalry. If I let him see my hymen as an obstacle, or a pain, he would want to take it away for me. I immediately knew that the Rufies would be a big help, but I didn’t want to miss the feelings of getting ‘picked’. I thought that getting Dad drunk might help, and perhaps if I got wasted on beer instead of the Ruf’s it would help as well. Not coming up with an answer, I decided to ask the person most trusted to me.

I found Dad on the sofa, only half-awake. I plopped down next to him and asked what he was watching. He didn’t really know, as he was thinking about passing out for a little while. I snuggled over to him, and laid my head on his chest and said how I would love to sleep with him. He had no idea how true that was, but I was there to let him know. I asked, “Dad, how long do you think I should stay a virgin to be a good girl?” He countered with, “It doesn’t take virginity to make a person good. You’re already the best kid I ever had.” I twisted my face on that one; after all, I was the only kid he ever had.

“Get serious Dad, I want to find out what it feels like, but I just don’t think I love Skip enough to do that. He’s a great boy and all, but I want someone that I love.” I asked, “So, what do I do, use a broomstick?” My sarcasm wasn’t lost on dad. Instead he came up with, “A broomstick is waaayyy too small, you need to use something more like the rolling pin.” I squished my face in imaginary pain, as his sarcasm wasn’t lost on me, neither. He said, “Get serious, why is this such a problem? I thought your voyages into the world of kinkiness were satisfying you nicely already.”

I said, “I’m sorry Dad, but I just have to say this straight out… I want to get laid! I can’t get it out of my mind.” Then becoming more daring then ever and pleading in my best little girl voice, “Would you like to do it?” He got quite nervous with me sitting so close and even leaning my head against his chest. He alluded to how illegal it was and that it was way too out there for him to even consider. I reminded him of what I had already done, and how I had been half kidding with him. But as I looked up into his face, my crotch started to twitch, and I realized the fantasy was happening right now. I knew what I had to do, at least to get the ball rolling.

I knew he could feel my heat, and it made him very uncomfortable. As I clung to him the way I had since I was his little princess, my eyes burnt with the sudden desire to hand myself over to my own father. I felt no guilt, no strangeness or disgust; I wanted him to be the one. I made him promise to stay where he was, and left the room. When I came back, I had the second tape with me. I could feel the guilt from his eyes hitting my back as I popped the tape into the VCR and grabbed the remote. I snuggled back up against Dad and said, “Let’s just watch a movie together.” He kept protesting, but I let him know I was going to watch no matter what. When he saw it was the second tape he became very anxious. He didn’t think I knew the ending, so I told him, “Dad, I know what happens…” He tried to tell me I didn’t, so I added, “I wasn’t as passed out as you thought I was; plus I’ve seen this tape before.”

His protests started to kill the mood, so I gave him an option. I said, “You can either take me into your bedroom, or sit here and watch my movie with me.” As I glanced at the screen, I saw Skip lifting my legs and kissing them. Obviously, this was one of the decidedly favorite parts that my dad had last viewed. I stared into his eyes waiting for his answer. He said, “You have no idea how ashamed I am of this tape…”

I said, “Ashamed? Since when is loving each other in this house something to be ashamed of Dad?” I asked him to just be quiet and watch the tape with me. I just wanted to cuddle with my daddy. He stopped protesting, and I actually felt his tenseness going away as he realized I was going to get what I wanted. When it came to the part where Skip got between my legs to eat me, I kidded my dad about feeling like a cream pie at that point. He looked at me and asked if I knew what a cream pie was. I figured it had a double meaning, so I said, ‘probably not’.

As the hot stuff continued on the screen, I slid my hand over my dad’s erection, and palmed it to feel the hardness. I loved knowing how hard he had gotten over watching me on the tape. He put his hand over mine to stop me, but I held fast and rubbed him harder. I was once told that when a girl rubbed a guy’s hardon for a few seconds, that he was powerless to stop you. She had been right. Though he left his hand on mine, he stopped trying to remove it. I fingered his balls and discovered them to be much bigger than I had thought they would be. Then I slid the tips of my fingers in a groping motion up the length of his cock to see just how big he was. I was very surprised, but then I had no real prior experience. I had only seen a few pictures before, and the one that Skip had been put in front of my face. And I knew the pictures had been bogus. They don’t sell magazines by showing just average.

I laid my hand flat over Dad’s crotch and started rubbing my palm over his entire package. I didn’t go very hard, not wanting to hurt him. But I learned quickly that guys aren’t as tender as I had thought when he pushed his hand harder against mine to let me know he wanted it harder himself. I started rubbing him harder and faster, frantic to learn the mechanisms of the male organs. I grabbed the remote and fast-forwarded to the point where Dad dropped the blanket back over me the first time.
I switched hands so I could rub myself under my skirt a little. I was already extremely wet. I was getting ready for what I just knew was my daddy’s favorite part. I slid two fingers under the edge of my panties and got them very wet. And as I watched the screen and saw Dad taking his first taste of me, I pulled my hand from under my skirt and put my fingers to his lips. He didn’t want to open at first, but as I wiped my fingers over his lips, he finally sucked on them. I got so fucking horny when he did that. I pulled them from his mouth and went back to get them wet again. I could see in his eyes that he knew I was refreshing them for him, so I made a little show of it. I could feel the lust pouring from my eyes as I brought them back to his mouth. This time he eagerly accepted them. Now his eyes were betraying the difference in what he knew he didn’t want to do, and what his body was now hooked into doing.

I felt almost like I was raping my own father. I never quite understood the power that a girl could wield over a guy until now. But I could see that he really didn’t have the ability to say no to me anymore. That made me just want to demand that he fuck me, but that was way too vulgar. I kept feeding him my wet fingers trying to figure out the best way to continue. The good parts of the tape had all gone by, so I rewound it back to where Skip was fucking my face, and told my dad I would be right back.

I came back with a beer for Dad and a small glass of soda for me. I snuggled back under his arm, and he saw I had a capsule in my hand. He puzzled over what I was doing with it. I opened it and poured about half of the capsule into my glass. I said, “I think half as much would be just about right, don’t you?” He protested a little, but saw he wasn’t going to deter me. I felt like a black widow spider. And my mate was trapped in my hypnotic control over him. My dad was hooked by my sexual power over him, combined with his natural love for me. I almost felt sorry for him. I knew that under normal circumstances, he would never have ever laid a finger on me, but I wasn’t giving him any real choice. Yeah, girls are the weaker sex; I laughed at the foolish idea that guys thought they were the strong ones.

As I held the glass out and shook it in small circles to mix the powder, I looked at my dad and said, “I expect you to take full advantage of this.” And down the hatch it went. I could see the pain in my Dad’s eyes, understanding exactly what it was I was commanding him to do to me. But really, I hadn’t left him a viable option. I sat my empty glass on the side table, told Dad to chug his beer, and then sat it next to my glass. I went back to snuggling up close to him, rubbing his crotch roughly with the palm of my hand and my fingers kneading away at his erection. I went extremely slow on him, wanting to give the Rufie time to kick in some. Several times I stopped rubbing him, because his breathing told me he was getting way too close to coming. And I knew if he did, he was lose his sex drive immediately and I would lose my control over him. I wanted to get fucked way too much to let that happen.

After a good forty minutes of making out with my dad as the tape ran in front of us, I saw how fixed his eyes were on the part where Skip was inserting his prick into my mouth. I decided it was finally time to get a little taste of my sweet old dad, and unzipped his pants. I couldn’t believe the heat coming from his cock as I held it in my bare hand for the first time. At least the first time that I could really feel it. I bent over to taste him. He tried to stop me, but I was more determined than he was; by far. I smoothed my lips over the head of his prick, and I could feel my eyes roll back into my head as I savored the first taste of a cock. I licked at the slit at the tip and felt the drop of fluid there. I noticed it really didn’t have a taste, it just felt real slippery. So much for what it was; it was a natural lubricant and nothing more really.

As I held the base of his cock, I edged my way down over the shaft. It felt so much bigger in my mouth than it looked or felt in my hands. I could only get a little of it into my mouth and wondered about all the stories I had heard about a girl taking the whole thing. They had to have been lies. I savored the feel and taste of it in my mouth for a few minutes, and just as I thought he was getting to far ahead of where I wanted him, my head fell onto him. I involuntarily impaled myself too deep, gagged and pulled off him. The pill had just kicked in, and I had lost control of my own head.

Dad saw something had happened. I looked at him and told him I was ready for him. I said, “Please Dad, I want you to have a good time. You know what I want you to do.” I reached up and kissed him. He was totally powerless to walk away from what I had placed in front of him. He hoisted me into his arms and cradled me in a way I hadn’t felt since the last time he carried my sleeping form to bed, years ago. He started to carry me to my bedroom, but changed his mind and took me to his bed. As I looked up at him, I told him to enjoy himself. The Ruf wasn’t hitting me in quite the same way as before. I had sporadic loss of muscle control; thus the reason I fell onto his cock so deeply while I was sucking on him in the living room. And my mind was much more alert, but I was having trouble speaking and understanding his words.

Dad lifted my torso and peeled the skintight halter top over my head. He laid me back to the bed so gently. I noticed my eyes seemed fully opened this time, and I could see everything as he rubbed my little mounds. He bent over and nursed on them so tenderly, and seemed fascinated as my nipples got hard under his touch. He teased them with gentle biting and teasing from his teeth. His eyes were alive with lust for my tiny framework. It was then that I realized it had probably been months since he had gotten laid, and the way Mom had been cheating on him, maybe even years. I was so proud that I was going to be his next lay.

He knew I was going to be in a somewhat “catatonic’ state for at least several hours, so I guess he was going slowly to stretch it out for my benefit. I suddenly wished I had asked him to do the same thing to my mouth as Skip had since he would have plenty of time to rest up for a second go at me. It seemed like an eternity that he played with my boobs and rubbed all my presently exposed skin. I was glad that he was so into my tiny tits. It made me feel like a much more desirable mate for him. He was setting next to me and undid the snap on my skirt, and pulled it over my hips. But instead of taking my panties off, he started rubbing away at me, enjoying the feel of my cotton undies between his hand and my well heated pussy. I had always thought and referred to my sex as a pussy, but was wondering if this meant that I should change the name now to a cunt. I always considered that the grown up name for it, but decided that pussy sounded softer and sweeter.

I was feeling so much more this time, and when his fingers would sporadically slide beneath the hem of my panties, I could actually feel my body quiver instead of imagining it all in my head. Dad was making a point out of taking a taste of me from his fingers for me to watch. I could feel that I had at least a slight smile on my face. He spread my legs a little, and I could feel his finger sliding down my slit, going father down than ever before. I could feel him twitching it over my rear hole and never knew how wonderful that could feel.

Then with a huge look of lust on his face, he hooked his thumbs into the waist of my underwear, and slid them of me. I giggled to myself as the crotch of my panties did that little ‘stuck to the lips’ thing before snapping to the rest of them. He pulled them off my legs and I was now totally nude for my dad, and he just stared at me, making me feel like the most beautiful girl in the world. But as he eyed my now bare pussy, I started to feel more like a well laid out feast for a very hungry man.

He started rubbing his full palm over me, with his middle fingers pushing harder into my vulva. I felt like I was peeing, I was so wet. He pulled at the pubes covering me in the tips of his fingers. I had a small bush, as I shaved the sides off for the sake of my bikini. He didn’t get to finger me too long, because he had an overwhelming need to feed on me. He spread my legs and bent them at my knees, exposing me for the full on assault of his tongue. I decided very quickly, that as nice of a job as Skip had done, that he could get some lessons from my dad. He was paying a lot of personal attention to my hymen, and I knew this was the last time I would have any of that telegraphed sensation going to my inner lips. I hoped I wouldn’t lose any of the sensations I had given myself over the last few years of masturbation.

Then I saw what I had been waiting for the past few hours. Dad got off the bed and was undressing himself. He stared at my nude form so intensely as he laid his clothes on the chair next to the bed. His cock was amazingly hard and stood up almost against his belly. I didn’t even know they could get that hard. As he got between my legs, he spread them even wider and positioned himself with one hand. He was trying to say something, but I had no comprehension of what. And then I felt him pushing against my pussy. I knew how big it was, and hoped it wouldn’t take too much effort for him to get into me. Then he hooked his arms under my legs and hoisted them into the air. It was such a wild feeling having myself so fully exposed like this. I had masturbated a couple of times in this position, wondering just how it helped a guy. I was about to find out, the real benefit was for the girl. Or at least someday it would be.

I wished I had a little more muscular control, because I wanted to wrap my arms around him as he did this to me. And then I felt my pussy being forced open. His cock was going into me, but he stopped for some reason. I wouldn’t be able to understand until later that he was going slowly to give my muscles time to accept him. When he thought it was time, he gave one gentle, but unyielding push into me. Even under the influence of this magic pill, I felt my mouth open to form a gasp. I felt all warm and wet down there, and knew that meant my hymen was a thing of the past. I had just been ushered into womanhood by my own dad. His cock felt so big, I felt like a stuffed turkey. He started pumping himself in and out of me, slowly and as he held his weight off me.

My body was so small under his that I could feel my lower torso being pushed and pulled with his thrusts. I felt so pleased with myself for having bedded my dad and elated that he was the one that was getting my virginity. Seeing my legs sway beside my head was so surreal. The grunting from the man fucking me took on a whole new meaning, and I could now, somehow, understand some of it. But mostly, as I was getting use to the feel of being penetrated, I was discovering the most wonderful feelings in the world. That feeling of being stuffed like a turkey subsided to feeling more like I was performing the duty that was required by a man, which in turn, rang all my bells. I discovered that pleasing my mate was a major part of my own satisfaction.

I watched as my dad was dripping in sweat, grunting and moaning, until I could see his face tense up, distorted with severe concentration on his mission. And then he opened his eyes to stare into my own, as I heard his breath heaving in satisfaction and relief. I couldn’t feel the individual spurts as I was told some girls could feel. I just felt very warm and wet on my insides. My dad collapsed on top of me, and mouthed me a kiss that I really wish I could have felt. I tried to utter some words, but nothing came out. I felt my head pushed to the side as he kissed my neck, my face and eyeballed me for signs that I approved. I hoped he was seeing the smile I was trying to display.

My dad got off me and disappeared for a little while. When he came back, he had a few wet washcloths, and a towel. He first wiped my forehead from my sweat, then went between my legs to clean me up. I saw one leg being pushed to the side as he swabbed at my pussy. As he smiled, he held the cloth in front of me, and I could see the redness; the only remnants of my dearly departed hymen. It seemed like he was giving me an all over sponge bath, even turning me half over to wash my back. I went nuts with the most fantastic feelings as he washed, then wiped the cheeks of my ass.

When he was finished bathing me, he sat down next to my legs. We were just staring at each other and he began rubbing my legs. I was already getting feeling back in my lower body and wondered if it might have been from having my legs up around my head for so long. I could also swallow and didn’t feel too far away from being able to speak again. I could definitely understand most of what Dad was saying now.

I take it my eyes had been saying something to him, because he took my hand and wrapped it around his erection. I hadn’t notice that he had gotten hard again. I thought I was squeezing it, but he put his hand around mine, so I guess I wasn’t. He started to make some rather erotic suggestions that were making me wish he could hear my thoughts of agreement. And then I heard something that delighted me. I tried as hard as possible to move, yell, anything to let him know I wanted him to do as he had just fantasized aloud. And then I got my wish.

He stood next to my head at the top of the bed, and pulled me closer to the edge. I felt my head being turned to face his cock. As he held one hand on the back of my head, he rubbed his amazingly hard cock over my lips. I could feel him parting my lips with his cock, and felt it sliding into my mouth. It felt so good intruding into me; I wished I could suck it, lick it or anything for his pleasure. But I had to be satisfied that he was enjoying himself in his own way. Once again, I was having my mouth used as nothing more than a mere hole, and I felt so kinky because I was loving it so much. I dreamt about what I must feel like on his cock. My mouth must have felt warm, perhaps slightly wet, and with a tinge of danger since I couldn’t pull my teeth back away from the tender skin. After humping my face rather easily for a little bit, he took it out and rubbed it all over my face. He was letting me feel the heat from it.

I was so pleased when I could make out that he was asking me if I wanted him to finish in my mouth. I couldn’t speak yet, but I could feel my eyes grow wide, and he must have seen it as well. So I felt my mouth being filled back up. As demeaning as so many girls may think that being used by a man for a blowjob may be, it can also be just as rewarding of a feeling. Knowing that you’re helping a man accomplish a task so vitally important to him at that very moment, seeing and feeling the urgency of his need, is almost like nursing a baby in need of a meal. You become the main focus of this person’s attention for whatever reason. And then there is the greedy side as well. There’s the thrill of doing this very nasty thing, the taste and feel within your mouth, and the satisfaction of knowing that you’re the one that got this guy to cum. This must be the very way Skip and my Dad feel when they licked my pussy.

I watched as his pubic hair continued pushing into my face, and the shaft sliding into me in a nice steady rhythm. His hand on the back of my head felt so wonderful, as he held me in the perfect place for his needs. I could feel so much more now and was aware of the sloppiness in my mouth from all the fluids. I could even feel some of the mess drooling down the side of my face. Dad was coaxing me into sucking his cock like ‘a good little girl’ as he started ramming into my face a little harder. Then I felt so absolutely powerful as he said grunted through his final thrusts, “Here you go honey… just for you.” This time was so wild and different. I could feel the spurting sensation on the back of my mouth, and then to one side. I still couldn’t swallow, nor would I have, but I was fully aware of the fluid in my mouth.

My dad pulled his cock out of me, and quickly bent down to make sure I was okay. His eyes were so alive at what he had just done and it made me so wonderfully happy that I had been the cause of it. I was wondering if he was going to wipe his stuff out of my mouth, but instead, he pushed a finger into my mouth and was rubbing his sperm all around the inside of it. He was saying that I should enjoy my first real taste of cum as much as I could. Dad continued kneeling beside me as he watched the life come back into me, and even as I started to move my jaw and tongue some. I couldn’t have pushed his cum out of my mouth if I wanted to yet, but I was getting a taste and a feel of what it was like. Then he reached over me and grabbed a wet washcloth. He said it had been in me long enough and started pushing the rag into my mouth to wipe the left over cum out of me. The feeling of having a man wiping his cum out of your mouth as you lay helpless, is perhaps the most sensual feeling I have ever felt. His care and loving attention, especially after having basically used you as a dumping ground for his own thrills; it made me feel so important to him.

When he was done cleaning my ‘oral cavity’, he lifted me into a sitting position and cuddled me next to him. I managed to muddle through a few words towards him and he rocked me next to him like when I was still little. I let him know how much I loved it all, and that I was happy he got my cherry. We each stayed away from saying that stuff about loving each other; it would have cheapened the moment. We knew that we loved each other, but not in a sexual way. The sex had just been a walk on the wild side that was for the pleasure of the both of us.

Dad helped me to the shower and we took one together. It was fantastic doing this after all that had just happened. I was still unsteady and could feel the effects of the drug. And a big part of me still wanted Dad to hang on to me and be close. When we got out of the shower, he toweled me dry just as he would have ten years ago. The feel of his wiping my crotch dry almost turned my motor back on, but I knew he was done for the night; besides, I didn’t want to act like a wanton tramp. And the end to a perfect night of sex and cherry picking, was about to happen. When we left the bathroom, his arm was around my shoulder guiding me.

When we got to my bedroom, I was ready to turn into it, but instead my dad continued walking on as if the thought of letting me turn hadn’t even occurred to him. He walked me to his bedroom and removed the blanket that still had my blood on it. He turned the rest of the covers back, picked up my nude form in his arms, and lay me down on one side of the bed. He kissed me on my forehead and said, “I want you to be close tonight… just to make sure the drugs aren’t a problem. I said, “Thanks Dad, for everything. I wanted to sleep next to you, too.” But instead of kissing him on the cheek like I normally would have, I wrapped my arms around his neck and planted a passionate kiss on his lips, and even slipped him some tongue. As I pulled him closer so I could feel our chests touching, I rolled him over my tiny body, and beside me. It was the best night of sleep I ever got. So relaxed, and fulfilled.

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