Chapter 6
His fingers slithered upwards until they reached my pussy. They slid across my tender outer lips and I gasped and my father pressed his fingers between them, using his forefinger and ring
finger to spread my labia apart. He slid his middle finger back
J and forth over my exposed pink flesh, lingering at my opening
before running up to glide over my clitoris. My young, virginal
pussy was soaking wet; juice was trickling down between my
ass cheeks.
“Daddy…Daddy, please…”
I shifted my hips, pressing my cunt down onto my father’s hand. His arm clasped my shoulder tight as he pressed the tip of his middle finger into my opening. It glided in easily. This was it: my first touch by a man, the first
time anyone had been inside of me. A quick thought of the girls in my classes flashed through my mind. While they had talked of being fingered, I doubted it was anything like this. I was being touched by a man who knew what he was doing, not by some nervous high school boy. I suddenly knew that all the waiting had been worthwhile.
My father pressed his finger into me, groaning between our
mouths as he did so. He began to pump his finger in and out,
slowly and deliberately at first, and then faster and faster. I had
broken my hymen a few years ago, so there was no sharp pain
from his finger. The only thing I felt was a deep, pulsing
pleasure, my pussy contracting regularly as he finger–fucked
After a few moments, my father extracted his finger and moved
his hand to my thigh. He flipped me away from him, putting my back to his and his pelvis against my ass. He raised his hips from the bed and slid his underwear down, kicking them off his feet. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into him.
“I love you, baby girl.” “I love you too, Daddy.”
it was the moment I had dreamed of, the moment I had been aching for. Raising my outside thigh, my father pressed his hips forward and I felt his cock slide across my wet lips. I shuddered as his hard cockhead passed over my clitoris, sending tingling bolts of pleasure shooting to the farthest reaches of my body. After a few strokes back and forth, his head and shaft growing slippery with my juices, my father paused with his hips pulled back, his head against my opening. My body and mind were screaming, begging, for him to enter me. I rolled my hips around, moaning as his head pressed gently into my opening, the smell of our sexes strong in the air.
“Are you sure this is what you want, my daughter?” my father
asked, his body motionless
I reached a hand behind us and grabbed his ass.
“I’m sure,” I said, “I want you to fuck your baby girl, Daddy. I
want you to have my virginity.”
It was all he needed to hear. Very slowly he pressed his hips
forward and entered me. I gasped as the head of his cock slid
inside. He was so big! It was like nothing I had ever imagined! He went deeper and I gasped again. My father’s hand closed around my breast, massaging it. His breath was hot against my ear lobe, his chin scratchy on my cheek.
Inch by inch he eased himself forward. As he filled me, I felt a sharp pain,
a pain I had heard about from my friends. But it didn’t last long, not nearly as long as I thought. Soon, it was replaced by an intense pleasure, a pleasure unlike anything I had ever felt before. This wasn’t like touching myself in my room thinking of him. Compared to this, that was like a dreary day. This was like… well…this was like an orgasm.
“I’m coming, Daddy,” I moaned, “I’m coming.”
My hips bucked and I felt my pussy contract around his thick
cock. My father kept pressing himself forward, filling me slowly. Soon he was all the way inside, my lips wrapped around the base of his thick shaft, my body convulsing against his. I was in blissful heaven, made better by his arms tight around me, his hand massaging my breasts and pinching and pulling at my
erect nipples.
“You feel so good, baby girl…”
My father pulled his hips back and I gasped again as his cock.
left me.
Extracting himself until only his head was left inside of me, he
gave a few quick, short thrusts, making me giggle in pleasure.
“Don’t stop, Daddy. Don’t stop,” I pleaded.
My father thrust his hips forward again, my pussy readily
receiving his thick cock now that it had been stretched out. I
was still shaking from the aftershocks of my first orgasm, my first orgasm with a man, and his harder thrusting now almost made me come again. His hips began to move with a steady rhythm, his long strokes filling me completely.
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.