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.


           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.


           “Yes, Baby Girl.”

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

Who Voted for this Story


[#117] lazycock ( 1146 days ago )
lazycock avatar nice twist
[#5571] ou812 ( 1518 days ago )
ou812 avatar Nice!
[#24] IRONEAGLE2 ( 1576 days ago )
IRONEAGLE2 avatar part 2
[#5571] knightwolf ( 1577 days ago )
knightwolf avatar That was an extremely well written story. Great ending. I hope to read more stories from you. I can't really see this one continuing.
[#5571] gizmor ( 1577 days ago )
gizmor avatar OH the Love of a Daughter!!
[#5571] sharyn1961 ( 1647 days ago )
sharyn1961 avatar I liked it, would like to have more!
[#5571] Blackroses ( 1647 days ago )
Blackroses avatar 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
[#5571] enchrine ( 1647 days ago )
enchrine avatar 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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