I lay in my bed, listening to the quiet house settle around me. Mum worked nights at the hospital, leaving early each evening and returning only after sunrise. The extra pay made the long hours worth it for her. Dad kept a regular daytime schedule, often working from his laptop at the kitchen table or in his study. With Mum gone so much, my eighteen year older sister Betty took over the household tasks. She cooked, cleaned, and looked after both Dad and me.
It was Betty who helped me get through my first period. Though she was only four years older than me, she knew a lot. And unlike I who was as short as mum at 5’0 and looked much younger than my age, Becky was big boned and almost as tall as dad. She was six foot, only a few inches shorter than him. She could easily pass for a twenty two year old. She had mom’s blond hair and blue eyes. As for me, though my eyes were blue, my hair was dark and I was already planning to dye it.
She was helpful too like dad and taught me everything about being a girl. How to dress and act like one. And a little bit about sex, boyfriends and pleasure. How to dress and act if I wanted a boy or man. How boys and men got hard and put their wee wee inside a girls or woman’s pee pee. How to squeeze my pee pee around a man’s wee wee. And it made them both happy. Or if they could not find someone, how people could rub themselves and get happy. That I could use my fingers but I told her I wasn’t ready for that yet. Betty was convinced that sex was a basic need like food. That I needed to find a boy. I asked her why she didn’t have a boyfriend and she blushed. The conversation ended.
After my first period I became more observant. I noticed Dad and Betty seemed to always follow each other around. Dad would tuck me into bed, tell me a story but it seemed like he was just going through the motions. I learnt to pretend to sleep immediately he started telling the story. Then after he left, I stayed awake longer than I should have.
It came like a soft sound. I tiptoed in the dark towards the sound. From down the hall I heard the soft, rhythmic moans drifting from Dad’s room. Dad’s low grunts mixed with them, the sound of skin meeting skin unmistakable even through the closed door. I pictured what was happening: Betty on her back, legs spread, Dad thrusting into her. I was tempted to open the door and peek but i was afraid they’d find me out. Strangely hearing them make love made me so itchy. When I went back to my room I rubbed myself with a finger and my whole body spasmed as I felt a strange relief.
The way he stared at her during the day confirmed everything. Dad was her boyfriend. His eyes lingered on her ass when she bent over, or on her tits when she leaned across the table. Betty never pulled away. She smiled at him, touched his arm, and sometimes while mom was sleeping off during the day, she disappeared with him for an hour. She was having sex with Daddy. I knew it. And just the thought of that made me finger myself. So that was the routine. I’d finger myself so hard anytime they were fucking. I needed a boyfriend.
I was in the process of meeting my potential boyfriends when Betty received a job offer. It was in another state, a good position with good money. It also allowed her to study part time so her dream of being a fashion designer was getting more realistic. I felt so sad that she was leaving. She had told me the news first. Then she confessed to what I already knew in part.
It had started as rape. She’d come home late while mom was away. She was fourteen and dad forced himself on her. He was shocked she was actually a virgin and promised never to rape her again. She came accidentally as he said these things to her while in her. He took it for consent. And he kept doing it every night, seducing her by sucking her pussy and fucking her. He somehow made sure she always came, till she grew addicted to it. Both this tongue and his cock.When mom started the night shifts it had been like she was his wife. She confessed that she liked dad a little bit too much. That his cock was the best she’d ever had. And finding a boyfriend had been hard for her as she never went out but rather spent most of her time with dad.She needed to leave the state to break this addiction. And probably go to college.
“Molly, be a good girl. Make our parents happy. Especially dad…” She laughed and added, “Just kidding… find a boy to use your pee pee. You will thank me for it.” And she winked. The confession made me finger myself that night. It seemed I was now in the habit of fingering myself a lot.
After that, the next day, she packed her things quickly. Mom was happy for her. Dad helped carry boxes to the car, but his face stayed tight the whole time.
After she left, the house felt emptier. I felt so lonely without her. Dad took over the chores. The grunts still came from his room when mum was around. Other times when alone and I knew he was touching himself thinking of Betty.
Two weeks later she called me to say she had moved in with a man. He was ten years older than her. Giving me the juicy details of the mind-blowing sex they had. And that he liked to share her. She wanted to know if anything had happened between dad and I. I gave a stern no. She laughed at that.
Dad’s jaw clenched when I told him, only about the boyfriend part of course. I said it during dinner.
“She’s living with some guy already? What a fucking slut,” he muttered at dinner.
Mum slammed her fork down. “It’s normal, for fuck’s sake. Did you really think she’d stay a virgin forever? She’s an adult, she needs a man. Let her live her life.” They argued for several minutes, voices rising, until Mum stormed off to get ready for her shift.
I stayed at the table, pushing food around my plate. The memory of those nights still played in my head: Betty’s moans, Dad’s grunts, the wet sounds of his cock sliding in and out of her. Mom was wrong, if she knew the truth, she’d probably die in shock. Now she was gone. Her moans with her. Only dad’s grunts remained. Dad was jealous. Her words of advise were still in my mind. Was I next? Would I ever know the kind of pleasure that had made her moan as if in pain? Dad sat across from me, staring at nothing, his expression dark. I wondered what would happen next. And I fingered my self to that thought that night. Again.
Dad worked from home most days now that Betty was gone, and lately he had been extra attentive—bringing me snacks, asking about my day, brushing my hair. I knew what those looks meant. He had looked at Betty the same way, and part of me expected him to come for me next. Such thoughts made my fingers busy buried in my cunt, and sometimes watching Daddy daughter porn. Weeks passed without anything happening. I started to think he never would. I resumed my boyfriend search. Because my pussy needed it so badly. I would ruin it with my fingers. Betty helped me with how to dress, showing off legs and cleavage. And even how to approach a guy indirectly.
I settled for a tall muscular boy, Evan, who was new in the school. I had approached him by pretending to need help with some math problem. He was super eager to help. He was seventeen but looked much older, the most handsome guy ever. Dark hair, dark eyes and tall just like my dad. A nice but naughty boy. I showed him my boob and he was hooked to me. we sneaked to a lonely place and showed each other our private parts. His dick was long but I knew it would fit for it was somehow thin like four of my fingers together. We talked about sex for a bit. He wanted to fuck right there but I wanted it special. I let him finger me till I came. And I sucked his cock. The first day I gagged. But I gave him a hand job till he came. It felt so good to have a boyfriend. But sex would wait.
He promised to find a nice place for our first date. We stuck to fingering, hand jobs and sucking throughout the month. Betty helped with some tips even ordered for me the best pills for preventing pregnancy. I got used to the way he’d harden so easily and the way he liked coming in my mouth. On the last Friday of the month, before leaving school, we agreed to meet at his house on Saturday when his dad was away. We would have sex then. I was so excited at the prospect of having his cock inside me. And it made me so wet. I opened up to Becky about it.
As if my dad had sensed, or maybe Becky told him, that Friday night my bedroom door opened. Dad stepped inside wearing only his boxers, his cock already pushing against the fabric. He closed the door behind him and walked straight to my bed. I pulled out my fingers from my cunt before he could notice. The day had come.
“Molly,” he said softly, “Daddy tries to stop himself but he can’t.”
“From what?” I asked.
“I can’t stop loving you baby.” He replied softly. I looked into his dark eyes. And the itch between my legs began. I wanted to stick my fingers back in there so bad.
“I love you too Daddy.” I replied.
“Baby you were made for daddy. I want to be the one to do things to you. You and Betty of course. But you are here now… I want…” He stammered. I could see the outline of his fat cock. Who was I kidding, yes I had a date the next day. But I was horny and besides I could not say no to dad.
“You want my pussy. Daddy, it’s okay. You can fuck me.” I said. He studied my face. I was damn serious. And fucking horny.
“Are you sure you want daddy’s cock in your pussy?” He asked.
I nodded, “Yes like Betty.” He laughed softly and leaned down. He kissed my cheek, then pressed his mouth to mine. His tongue slid between my lips while his hand cupped my breast through my thin nightshirt.
“I am going to fuck you so hard baby. You will moan my name even when your boyfriend fucks you. ” He said. I stayed still at first, heart hammering. He knew. Betty had told him.His fingers pinched my nipple, then slid lower, pushing my shirt up so he could touch bare skin. He kissed down my neck, pulled the shirt over my head, and took one nipple into his mouth, sucking hard.
After a minute he stood, pushed his boxers down, and freed his cock. It was as long as Evan’s, around seven inches but thicker almost like my wrist or elbow, veined, and already leaking at the tip. He climbed onto the bed, straddled my chest, and tapped the head against my lips.
“Open for Daddy,” he said.
I parted my lips and he pushed the head inside. The taste was salty and warm. I closed my mouth around him barely fitting and began to suck, moving my head forward and back the way I did to Evan. Dad groaned and held my hair, guiding me deeper until the head bumped the back of my throat. Spit ran down my chin. He thrust a few more times, then pulled out with a wet pop.
He moved down the bed, hooked his fingers in my panties, and yanked them off. Spreading my legs wide, he lowered his face between them and dragged his tongue from my entrance up to my clit. The sensation made my hips jerk. He licked again, slower, circling the swollen nub before sucking it between his lips. Two fingers pushed inside me, stretching my virgin hole while his tongue kept working. My thighs trembled. I grabbed the sheets and moaned as the first real orgasm of my life rolled through me, my pussy clenching around his fingers.
Dad pulled back, wiped his mouth on the back of his hand, and positioned himself between my legs. His cock rested heavy against my soaked folds.
“once I put it in you are mine. I will fuck you whenever I want even after you are married,” he said, voice rough. “And you will never leave this city like Betty. Do you hear me, Molly?”
I nodded. I was too far gone to think properly.
He lined up and pushed. The head forced my tight entrance open, stretching me inch by inch. It burned, then gave way. He kept going until half his length was inside.
“You are mine.”
“Yes daddy,” My pussy gripped him so tightly he had to pause and breathe. He pulled back a little, then thrust deeper. Each stroke opened me further. My walls fluttered around the thick shaft. When he finally bottomed out, his balls rested against my ass. He started fucking me in steady strokes, the wet sound of my pussy taking him filling the room.
The pain faded into heat. Every thrust dragged across a spot inside me that made my toes curl. I barely wrapped my legs around his waist as he was so huge compared to my tiny fourteen year old frame. I met each push. It felt good like fingers but way better. I moaned with every thrust. My second orgasm hit harder than the first. My whole body shook, pussy pulsing and squeezing his cock as I came. Dad groaned, drove in deep, and stayed there. I felt the hot spurts of his cum flooding my virgin pussy, filling me until it leaked out around his shaft.
He stayed inside me for a moment, then slowly pulled out. Cum dripped from my stretched hole onto the sheets. Dad grabbed tissues from my nightstand and cleaned between my legs with gentle strokes. I barely registered it. My eyes were already closing, body heavy and satisfied. He kissed my forehead, pulled the blanket over me.
I fell asleep with his cum still warm inside me.
I woke to the heat of his body pressed tight against my back. His thick cock slid along the crack of my ass in slow, deliberate strokes, the head nudging my skin with every pass. One of his fingers was already buried inside my pussy, pumping lazily while his thumb circled my clit. His mouth found my neck, lips dragging wet kisses up to my ear. His other hand cupped my breast, squeezing and rolling the nipple between his fingers until it stiffened.
“Morning, my little slut,” he murmured against my skin. His finger pushed deeper, curling to stroke that sensitive spot inside me. My hips rocked back without thinking, grinding against his cock. He pulled his finger free, replaced it with the blunt head of his dick, and pushed forward in one steady thrust. My still-sore pussy stretched around him again, taking every inch until his balls rested against me.
“Oh Daddy.”
He started fucking me hard right away.
“So tight Molly.”
Each thrust slammed deep, the wet slap of skin on skin loud in the quiet room. My walls clenched around his fat shaft, gripping tight as he drove in and out. He kept one hand on my tit, pinching and tugging the nipple while the other slid down to rub my clit in quick circles. My moans turned into gasps as the pressure built fast.
He rolled me onto my stomach, climbed over me, and pinned my hips down. His cock filled my pussy. He fucked harder from this angle, pounding straight down so the head battered my cervix with every stroke. My face pressed into the pillow, ass lifted just enough for him to bottom out. The bed creaked under us. Sweat slicked our skin. I felt every ridge of his cock dragging along my inner walls, stretching me wide open.
My orgasm crashed through me without warning. My pussy spasmed and pulsed around him, milking his length as I came. He groaned, fucked me through it, then buried himself to the hilt and let go. Hot jets of cum flooded my already sensitive hole, filling me until it overflowed and leaked down my thighs. He stayed inside me, grinding slow circles while the last spurts pumped out.
When he finally pulled out, a thick trail of cum followed, dripping from my stretched entrance onto the sheets. He gave my ass a light slap, kissed the back of my neck once more, said he loves me and left the room. I stayed there a moment, breathing hard, feeling his load slowly seeping out of me.
Later I douched myself to remove any traces of cum as I prepared for my date. I wasn’t going to let Evan find out. I also texted Becky about everything.
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