Daddy and Me
Note : This story is completely fictional!
I guess you could say I was a bit of a wild child. And I mean that quite literally.
I began having sex at the ripe old age of 11. It happened with a neighborhood boy who was 14 at the time and was probably the worst experience of my life.
By the time I was 15, I had slept with around 50 men, give or take a few….and I had kept a list, convincing myself that I wasn’t a slut because I knew the name of each one.
I had always been attracted to older men. At 14, I was having sex with a man who was 34 and had fallen in love with a man who was in his early 20’s.
This tended to cause a lot of problems for my divorced mother, who couldn’t control me no matter how hard she tried. I was a juvenile delinquent at the age of 13, having spent several nights in jail and running away from home on a regular basis…to be with my first love.
My real father, who I’d never met before, showed up at our door on my 12th birthday like he’d never missed a day of my life. He took me to meet my family on his side and we spent the weekend there. I still remember it as if it were yesterday.
I had gone to spend the weekend with a friend when my mother called to say I needed to come home because my father was there and wanted to take me to my grandmother’s house for the weekend.
I was nervous and scared and the first thing I said to him was that I had his feet!
He spent the next year of my life coming around regularly and had begun another relationship with my mother. She ended up pregnant again and the last time I saw him was on my 13th birthday, when he handed me a twenty dollar bill and took off back home to his other family, leaving my mother to raise yet another child alone.
I really went wild after that, sleeping with anyone and everyone I could. And it was easy to do. I was a cute little blonde hair, blue eyed girl, weighing under 100 lbs. and I loved having sex. Already at that young age, I’d slept with two men at once and was constantly looking for more. It wasn’t that hard. Older men just seemed to have a thing for a horny little girl.
It got to the point where I was staying out past my court ordered curfew and was about to be sent to a girls’ reform school some 500 miles away from home.
Because of this, my mother decided to move us out of state and start all over again.
I was 15 at the time and would be going into the 11th grade.
Within a few days of my 16th birthday, I had dropped out of school and started hanging out with some men across the street from where we’d moved. My bedroom faced their house and I used to tease them by undressing and dancing around naked in front of the window, listening to their catcalls and whistles.
My step-father came out several times to see what all the noise was about, but I’d heard the door open and would step away before he looked up.
A few months after we moved in, my mother went into the hospital for some kind of surgery. While she was there, my cousins and I stole her father’s car and ran away from home. We stayed gone for about a week and totally destroyed the vehicle. The night before we got caught, I spent a blissful night of sex with the guys across the street.
Sometime during all of this trouble I was getting myself into, I had contacted my real father and let him know I lived much closer now and we talked on the phone for about an hour.
On Christmas Eve that year, he stopped by the house while we were out shopping for gifts and left me some presents.
In a matter of weeks, my step-father had had enough of my wild ways and he kicked me out of the house.
I was sent to live with an aunt who lived less than 10 miles from my real father and he began to come and see me several times a week.
Eventually, he let me go to his house and stay for a week at a time.
His wife worked the mid-shift from 4pm-11pm and he worked during the day from 7am-3pm, so they barely saw each other at all.
In the evening when he came home, he’d always have a case of beer and he let me drink with him! I thought he was so cool.
After dinner, we’d sit around watching television until he’d go to bed. I’d usually wait for my step-mother to get home and talk to her for a little while before going to bed myself.
One night it was really cold outside and the heat wasn’t working too well, so we grabbed a couple of blankets and sat beneath them watching TV and drinking our beers. Dad would let me sit on his lap or next to him on the chair so we could keep warm.
This went on for a few nights and it was no big deal.
But on one of the nights I was sitting on his lap and I kissed him on the cheek. He gave me a hug in response and I cuddled up closer to him and started to kiss his cheek again, but he turned his face and I kissed his mouth instead.
We just looked at each other for what seemed like forever and the next thing I knew, we were really kissing. His tongue touched mine and a bolt of lightning hit me in the pit of my stomach. I could feel his hand slowly rubbing my thigh and suddenly my panties were getting wet. The idea that this was somehow wrong never entered my mind at the time. It felt good and that’s all I cared about.
I could feel his cock getting hard beneath me and that made me moan out loud. His hand had moved inside my shirt and was rubbing my back in soft circles. I never did have big breasts, but my nipples were instantly erect and wanting to feel his mouth on them.
I didn’t have to wait very long.
In one swift move, he stood up with me in his arms and carried me to my bedroom. He gently laid me on the bed and began undressing me slowly, kissing every inch of skin he could reach. My pussy was on fire and he was driving me wild!
Most of the guys I’d been with had always taken me so fast, but here he was, my father, showing me how soft and sweet love making could be!
The moonlight was streaming into my room and, when my father took off his pants, I saw his very long cock standing at attention. It wasn’t a fat cock, but it had to be at least 8 inches long! My mouth started watering at the sight.
By the time he’d finished undressing, my pussy was dripping wet and my hips were moving in circles by themselves, impatiently awaiting what I knew was coming.
As he lay down next to me, his hand brushed my hard nipple and I arched my back.
His warm lips took my nipple into his mouth and I thought I’d died and gone to heaven.
“Oh yes, Dad. Suck on my titty. Lick it with your hot tongue!”
I felt his very hot cock jump against my leg and tried to turn myself around to face him, but he held me back with a hand on my knee.
Slowly he ran his fingers up my leg with feather light touches until he came to my little patch of blonde hairs. The heat rising from my agonizing pussy was almost more than he could take, I could tell by the change in his breathing. Ever so lightly, he traced the palm of his hand across my mound, teasing me, and started down my other leg.
I couldn’t help myself, I grabbed ahold of his hard cock and started rubbing it up and down in my fist. I let my thumb rub under the head and he took in a sharp breath. His hand was once again making it’s way back up my inner leg and I spread my legs for him to touch me where he never had before.
His finger grazed my clit and my hips lifted up to meet him. He ran his finger along my virgin asshole and brought it up to my soaking wet pussy hole. His finger slid into me, gently at first, then a little harder as his excitement mixed with my own. I could feel my orgasm building from way down in my toes and I cupped his balls in my hand as I stroked his rock hard cock from bottom to top and back again.
He lifted himself over me and placed his knees between my legs, as I wrapped them around him. His mouth met mine as he began sliding his gorgeous cock into me so slowly I wanted to scream. I did scream, it felt so damn good!
His tongue was circling mine as he gyrated his hips to make sure he hit my clit with each thrust into my pussy. He pulled his mouth away long enough to whisper in my ear, “Your box is on fire, baby girl. Fuck your daddy with that hot pussy.”
It was more than I could take.
I pulled the length of him into me as hard and as fast as I could. I wanted him to fuck me hard and he matched me stroke for stroke, pounding my little girl cunt, his balls slapping against my asshole. I reached around and held them, feeling them tighten.
He was really pounding my pussy good. The fire had left my toes and traveled up into my belly and I cried out loud as wave after sweet wave hit me. I rode my daddy’s cock to one of the best orgasms I’d ever had and just as I was coming down from the heaven he sent me to, I felt his hot jizz shoot deep into my hole. I couldn’t believe it, but I began to cum again, stronger than the first time!
For a long time afterward, he lay there on top of me without pulling out, just holding me and stroking my face as he placed soft kisses on my eyes, nose, and then my lips.
As he got up to leave my room, I stood up and put my arms around his naked body and told him not to worry, I’d never tell anyone what we’d done.
He kissed me good night and closed the door as he went off to bed.
Later, I heard my step-mother come home from work and I smiled to myself as I drifted off to dream, thinking about the next time my Dad would make sweet love to his little girl.
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