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Daddy in My Bed

Grimm on Incest Stories



         It was about two weeks after I had
the first period of my life when Daddy got in bed with me for the first time.
As you can imagine, it was a complete shock. Nothing unusual had happened that
day, except I fixed a real dinner for us without using the microwave. At
thirteen I was feeling pretty grown up about that!



           We
finished dinner, looked out some TV and I took my shower like I always did. It
was summer and school was out so there wasn’t any homework to worry about.
After my shower, I put on a thin nightshirt that came to just above my knees
and a pair of panties, just like I always did. I kissed Daddy goodnight, went
to my room and text messaged my friends until I got sleepy. I never heard him
open the door to my room. I didn’t wake up until I heard him call me and felt
his lips on my forehead.



           “Baby
Girl, it’s time.”



           He
always called me that. He was in my bed, holding me in his strong arms. I woke
up dazed, confused and a little bit scared.



           I
must have been deeply asleep for a long time. All the lights were off but there
were a lot of candles flickering about my room. Some soft music I had never
heard before was playing on my CD player. I could smell the same sweet delicate
odor I used to smell coming from the master bedroom on some nights when Mom was
still alive.



           He
kissed my forehead again.



           “Daddy,”
I screamed and tried to push him away. “What are you doing? Time? Time for
what?”



           He
was too strong to push away so I tried to pull away from him and jump out of
bed but he was too quick and too strong. It was like he knew what I was going
to do before I did it. As I struggled and screamed he just held me, not enough
to hurt but enough to make sure I couldn’t get away.



           “It’s
time for you to learn about the pleasure that comes from men and women sharing
their bodies with each other. Do you understand what I’m saying to you, Baby
Girl?”



           Of
course I understood. I was young but I wasn’t stupid.



           “No”
I screamed at him. “You’re my father. You, you can’t do this to me Daddy.
Fathers aren’t supposed to going around raping their daughters. Stop. Let me
go. Let me go!”



           I
fought him. At least I tried. He held me so close that my punches didn’t have
any force. I couldn’t get any power behind my kicking and kneeing either. My
nails were far too short to be effective weapons. I even tried to bite him.
Nothing worked. Just because he was an independent software analyst working out
of a home office didn’t mean he was a wimp. He was strong, agile, and fast.



           His
voice finally penetrated my brain through my screams. He was calmly whispering,
“Honey, it’s going to happen. It’s going to happen.”



           Those
words sent a chill through me and took all my strength away. As far back as I
could remember, those five words had always settled everything, good or bad.
They ended all discussion, dispute or disagreement. Any further struggle or
protest would be futile. I knew my daddy was going to rape me and there wasn’t
anything I could do stop him.



           “Go
ahead, rape me. I’ll tell the police and go to court and hope you rot in jail.”
I screamed at him and called him all the names a thirteen year old knew. The
tears turned from a trickle to a flood.



           He
just held me for a moment. Then he whispered, “Baby Girl, you can hate me all
you want for as long as you want, but I want your first time to be a good time
with someone who loves you and knows what he is doing. I don’t want you ripped
open by some pimply faced kid who isn’t concerned about you and who just wants
to get his rocks off so he can brag to his buddies.”



           “Sure,”
I tried to spit in his face. “This is just for me. What a great first time,
being raped by my father. You’re just a dirty old man who gets off on raping
young girls and it’s even better if it’s your daughter!”



           He
chuckled. Can you imagine that? He chuckled!



           “Oh,
Baby Girl, of course I’ll enjoy you. I am after all a man, but if all I wanted
was a little bit of chicken I could buy all it off the street.”



           Then
he began to softly stroke my hair. His touch was the same gentle fatherly touch
I had felt all of my life. His kisses on my forehead and cheek were the same as
they had always been.



           Daddy
lifted my chin. I could feel his looking at me but I kept my eyes squeezed
tightly shut. I didn’t want to see him. I wanted to die. The tears continued to
flow down my cheeks even though I had stopped sobbing. His soft lips tenderly
kissed my eyes. “Kissing the tears away” was what he used to call it when I
would run to him crying because I’d fallen or something had frightened me.



           My
conscience mind rebelled as he continued to kiss my eyes and cheeks but another
part felt safe, warm and even secure. I smiled and hated myself for it as he
nibbled the end of my nose as he did when I was just a little kid. His lips
tenderly brushed against my own before his tongue gently parted them.



           I
had been kissed by boys a few times before but this was different. The boys
about my age tried to mash your face in. The older boys seemed like they were
trying to choke you with their tongues. My daddy wasn’t like that. His kiss was
an invitation. I found myself unclenching my teeth to welcome his tongue into
my mouth. He didn’t go much further past my teeth before pulling back and
lovingly running his tongue along my lips. My own tongue followed his and when
they touched, a circuit somewhere in my body closed. A current shot through me.
He sucked my tongue into his own mouth, released it, and kissed my bottom lip
and then my neck.



           A
soft moan escaped from my parted lips. My body squirmed.



           One
hand embraced me while the other soothingly caressed my shoulders, then my
back. He traced my spine to my butt. His fingers lightly traced the fissure of
my rear before stroking the back of my thigh. He wasn’t groping blindly. He
moved up my side and cradled one of my small breasts in one hand while lowering
his head to the other.



           I
was still wearing my nightshirt but I could feel the pressure of his lips as he
took my nipple into his mouth. Another circuit closed and fire shot through me.
My nipples were so hard. I couldn’t breath.



           “Daddy,
no, this is wrong.” I was gasping.



           Tightening
his lips around my nipple he began flicking it with his tongue, completely
ignoring my protest. He nibbled and sucked my little A-cup breasts, moving his
mouth from one to the other. His free hand roamed all over me, caressing me,
stroking my back, thighs, butt and stomach. Touching me, touching me
everywhere, I clinched my legs and found my panties wet. I didn’t want him to
touch me down there but tightening my thighs made my soaked panties push and
rub against my opening sending throbbing pulses through me.



           Moving
quicker than even I thought he could move, he grabbed the waist band of my
panties and pulled them down to my knees. He knelt beside me and with one
strong arm he lifted my legs and bent me almost double. I couldn’t do anything
as he pulled my panties off.



           He
shifted his position again. My screams of protest turned to guttural moans as
the lips that once covered my nipples pushed back the protective hood of the
little button hidden in the folds between my legs. His tongue circled that
bundle of nerves and I lifted my hips to his mouth. I had never felt anything
like that before. My body shuddered and I could feel juices flowing out of me.
I just kept gasping and moaning as he lapped my slit. I could hear him softly
slurping as he drank from me. His tongue wandered everywhere down there. It
pushed and circled my button, traced my lips before pushing against the little
flap of skin that blocked the entrance to my tunnel. He licked me up and down.
Sometimes he’d force the hood back and take my button between his lips, sucking
it hard while stabbing it with the tip of his tongue.



           My
body was on fire. My blood was boiling and my mind confused. He’d let my legs
down but I kept them as wide apart as I could for him. I’d grab his head to
pull him away only to push him to another spot where I needed his lips and
tongue. My lips would form the word “No” but it would only come out “Oh-h” as
I’d lift my hips and push against his face. I wanted him to stop, honest I did,
but I knew I would die if he did.



           “Daddy,
Daddy, oh, please, right there, right there, Oh-h Daddy.”



           I
felt the bed move as he shifted his weight. I thought I heard a snapping sound.
Later I figured out he was removing his pajama bottoms, but all I knew then was
that his head was no longer between my thighs and I was still burning.



           Opening
my eyes, I saw his face glistening with the liquid from my kitten. He lowered
his fact to mine and kissed me. I thought I would be repulsed but it wasn’t
gross at all. I could taste and smell me on his face. Our tongues played again.
I was ashamed by the pleasure I felt as we explored each others mouths. I liked
my juice from his cheek and joyfully received his tongue, sucking on it has he
did mine.



           He
took my bottom lip between his own and as he nibbled it I felt something hard
pressing between the folds of my kitten’s slit. His strong hands were holding
my legs wide open. I knew what that hard probing thing was but before I could
move, before I could panic, before I could even take a deep breath, I felt a
sharp stabbing pain.



           He
was in me. He was in me. Sliding into me. Deeper, deeper. Stretching me,
forcing me open for the first time. Hard, so hard, thick, thick, and going
deeper into me. Filling me. Filling me up. My daddy’s dick was filling me up.
His hands keeping my legs apart, so wide apart. Making me take all of him
inside of me. Slowly, slowly, ever so slowly, but never stopping. In me, in me.
Colored flashbulbs firing without pattern in my mind



           “Daddy!
Daddy! Daddy! Oh! Oh! Oh, Daddy!”



           Stretching,
stretching. So big, so hard and thick and deep inside of me. All the way up
inside of me. I’m full, I’m so full.



           He
eased my legs down but I couldn’t move. I lay pinned to the bed with him
between my legs and totally inside of me. I was panting like a dog on a hot
July day. My body was quivering and shaking. With each twitch I could feel him
within of me.



           Shifting
his weight again, he began to slowly pull out of me. I was still gasping but I
though it was over. I was glad but sort of disappointed. I had expected more.
It didn’t hurt a lot, but I didn’t see any big deal.



           When
he was a little more than half way out he slowly started to push it back into
me again.



           “O-o-o
Daddy,” I moaned as I felt his hardness filling me once more. Again, he was all
the way inside of me. Then he began pulling back. When he began his push again,
I was prepared for it. I held my breath as he thrust into me.



           The
pattern was established. Slowly he would pull back to slowly push in to slowly
pull back, over and over again. I began to rock with him, to open my legs
wider. I began to savor the feeling of fullness of him inside me. I was so wet.
I could feel it running from my slit and trickling between the cheeks of my
behind. I began lifting my hips to meet his thrusts.



           I
needed him in me. I needed that thick hard flesh stuffed inside of me. I ground
myself into him. Pushing hard against him, gasping each time he plunged into
me. He would pull almost completely out of me before unhurriedly slipping it
in. He was making me crazy.



           “Faster
Daddy. Harder, harder. Put it deep in me Daddy, deep in me.”



           He
heard me and started driving his hard shaft into me faster and faster.



           “Yes,
yes, Daddy,” I screamed. I moaned. I felt a series of spasms rocking my body as
he FUCKED me. Yes, I knew the word. I had heard it before but now I really knew
what it meant. I could feel him pounding into me. My breasts were bouncing from
the force of his thrusts. His big dick, so hard and thick, slamming into me. My
body was out of control. The muscles of my tunnel were contracting around his
thickness. My legs wide open but my feet on the bed driving my hips up to meet
him. I was screaming “Daddy, Daddy” again and again. I was crying, dieing,
gasping, tearing at him, whimpering.



           Faster…Faster…Harder…



           I
could hear him moaning “Baby Girl, oh my Baby Girl.”



           He
seemed to grow harder and push even deeper into my newly opened gash. His
strokes were long and hard. I could feel his balls slapping against me. We were
both moaning and screaming. My legs were stretched so wide I didn’t have any
leverage to grind my tight slippery slot against him, but I wanted to. Boy, how
I wanted to. I wanted to get every one of his pile-driving thrusts as deep into
me as I could.



           “Daddy,
Daddy, Daddy!”



           “Baby
Girl, so tight, so sweet Oh, Oh!”



           He
rammed into me hard, hesitated a second and then slammed into me again.



           “Ahh,
ahh, Oh, shit,” he screamed. A sob came from his parted lips. I felt him
tremble inside me as he exploded. His body shuddered. I felt even fuller as he
spilled his juice. He didn’t move. He stayed rammed up inside me as he fired
load after load.



           As
he began to gently kiss my face, I could feel the overflow seeping out of me as
he softened. He stroked my hair. Daddy told me how much he loved me and how
well I had moved from virgin hood.



           Finally,
he slipped totally out of me. He moved from between my thighs and lay beside me
holding my hand. We didn’t speak. The soft music was still playing as the
candles flickered. A musky odor now mingled with the sweet smell of incense.



           I
felt warm and peaceful but every muscle was tired for the exertion. I was
exhausted. My kitten, or was it now a cat, felt battered and sore, but still
tingled pleasantly. I had to pee but didn’t think my legs could hold me.



           Rolling
over, I laid my head on my Daddy’s chest. I slowly rubbed his taunt muscled
stomach. I was curious. I wanted to see and touch what he had put inside of me
but I wasn’t quite ready.



           “Daddy?”



           “Yes,
Baby Girl.”



           “After
I go to the bathroom and rest a little, can we do that again?”




8 Comments

Blackroses

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Honestly, that was really really good. I loved your repitition in it. When you wrote: "So hard, thick, thick, in me, in me". Gave a brilliant exploration of a young girls mind as she is being taken by her father willingly and unwillingly at the same ti

enchrine

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Wow, that girl is extremely bipolar and seriously needs to see a therapist. She seems very mature for her age and incredibly independent with a lot of knowledge almost no 13 y.o. virgin would have.

Beside the girl's psychotic anti-erotic mood swings a

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