Angel reflects on her life. She will be 14 tomorrow. Her birtthday presents: a trip to Disney Land and her daddy’s physical love.
All my life I have been loved by my parents and I have been loving them in return. Coming home from school, I was excited to help mum in the kitchen baking cakes, but she seemed to have finished with it yet. Instead, she told me what to expect tomorrow.
My big wish was to go to Disney Land and to complete my collection of fur dolls to cover my bed with. I have a big bedroom for myself, all pink and super girlish. Even my underwear has to be pink and I love my panties with Disney designs. Even since mum taught me what masturbation is and how to get the most pleasure from it, I refused to wear other panties than these little pink cottons. Mum sometimes laughed at me: you will be wearing them when having sex for the first time, won’t you? I didn’t think so much about having sex, really. I didn’t care much about masturbation neither. I’m the smallest girl in my class, the one without titties and when my friends Carol and Denise tell me about hair growing on their pussies, I just listen to them and pretend I am growing them myself, which is all but untrue. In fact, I am proud of my pink pussy and of my pink fingers rubbing it sometimes. But when I feel the turmoil starting in my tummy, I always stop. Mum insists I have to finish the job, whatever it means.
Until I was ten or eleven daddy took me on his lap every evening before going to sleep. One day he stopped, telling I had become to heavy. But I wondered if it had to do with the hard thing in his trousers I could feel. Lately he has taken me on his lap again from time to time and I love putting my arms around his neck and kissing his cheeks while he is kissing my neck, stroking my hair and my back and sometimes putting his hands on my thighs, even under my skirt, touching my pink panties. And afterwards, when I go to my room I have to change my panties because they have become wet and I know this is pussy fluid, as mum told me.
Now, mum has told me that besides a trip to Disney Land, the other birthday present will be my defloration. She gave me a long explanation and I think she was concerned that I wouldn’t understand or that i wouldn’t want it. But the thing with me is that I love my parents, that I trust them in every single way and that I will always obey them in every way.
So, if daddy wants to have sex with me for my birthday, it’s allright with me. I will show him I love him for giving me that. I don’t really know how it will be, but I really don’t care. He will just show my his love and I presume all dads do the same to their daughters.
So, the only thing I ask mum is if all girls are turned into women on their fourteenth birthday.
‘Not all, alas, dear,’ mum says, ‘some have to wait until an unexperienced little twat fucks them, taking their virginity in a hustle, somewhere outside behind a wall in the dark. But yes, there are enough parents who treat their daughters as they should. But you know, Angel, this is something no one talks about. It’s just too intimite, too beautiful, too personal. You have to keep it to yourself, just as your friends in school. They won’t ever tell you about their defloration. Talking about it would trivialize the once in a lifetime experience. And beside that, it’s a pity to say and it is really a shame, but there is a law prohibiting adults having sex with minors, even if the adults are parents and the minors are their own offspring. So sick! So, never tell anybody. Your dad could be sentenced to prison and you would certainly be sent to an institution until you’re eighteen. The only thing we ask you is to obey your parents and love them as much as they love you.’
I really didn’t need this explanation. The thought of being daddies little woman made me happy. But I couldn’t but wonder if my best friends Carol and Denise, who were taller than me and had grown titties and hair on their pussies, had already been turned into women by their fathers. Probably yes, and that would be why their breasts had started growing and why their pussies had hairs on them… Not that I dreamt of big tits like my mum’s… Daddy always calls them ‘udders’ and then I cannot think but about cows. But mum has no hair on her pussy neither, and that bothers me a bit now.
When daddy comes home, he first kisses mum and then runs into me, takes me in his strong arms and picks me up, puts me on his arm and with his free hand he caresses my back, puts his hand under my frock and strokes my buttocks. He kisses me in the way he kisses mum: on my lips. His tongue touches my lips and breaks through them. I open my mouth and his tongue comes in and touches mine. I feel my tummy get warm. I put my arms around his neck and press my body against his breast. When he finishes his kiss, he laughs happily: ‘I’m sure your mother told you about tomorrow? That you will be my little bride? That you will have my sperm in your pussy for your birthday?’
I feel I’m blushing, but I cry out: ‘Yes, daddy, I love you so much!’ I feel his hand in my panties now, stroking my buttocks and my tummy feels so hot.
‘I can smell you’re ready for it,’ dad says, ‘pussy fluid doesn’t lie.’
‘Do I really smell?’ I am embarrased.
‘Don’t bother, darling, you should be proud.’ And he puts me with both feet on the floor, getting on his knees before me and asking: ‘Do you want to feel the expression of my love for you inside your womb, my beloved daughter and can I call you my little wife for at least the next two years, until you’re sixteen and no longer acquired to show total obedience to your parents, nor physical property of the man that fathered you?’
I wonder why dad uses this kind of language, it seems so different from his ofter quite rude language, but I guess this is a very special moment for him. So I make a reverence for him and say: ‘Daddy, I am so happy and I love to be your little wife for as long as you need me, just as mum is granddad’s little wife up till now. Allthough she married you, she remained loyal to her father to love him and be loved by him.’
‘I am so curious to see you, darling,’ dad said, ‘this night will be the longest of my life.’
‘Come, Angel,’ mum said, ‘I’ll take you to the bathroom and get you ready myself. You must be as beautful like a newly blossomed flower for your father. When he sees you naked for the first time in so many years, he should be left in awe by the pure beauty of your developing body. And think of this: what he will give you as a present tomorrow is the essence of his manhood. We didn’t make love for a whole week, so he will have a lot of sperm to fill your virgin pussy.’
Mum takes me to the bathroom, undresses me and puts me in the bathtub. When I come out, she takes me to my bedroom and lays me on the bed, opens my legs and looks closely at the spot between them, touching it gently, rubbing in with her fingertips.
‘As I feared, the beginning of hair growth,” she mutters, ‘soft as satin still, and only very, very thin, but I have to take them away. You can only take your birthday present as a true virgin. No titties, no hairs.’
A few minutes later she shaves my crotch and, back in the bathroom, washes it again to dry it with a warm towel.
In the hallway we hear daddy’s voice: ‘Can I see my little princess for just a moment?’
Mum leads me out of the bathroom and daddy looks at me from a meter of two. ‘Gorgeous, gracious me,’ he sighs, ‘turn around, child, let me look at your sweet buttocks.’
‘So, that is enough for now,’ mum says, ‘I don’t want you to cum in your trousers. I don’t want you to cum anyway. Keep your precious gift till tomorrow. After a nice breakfast we will unwrap your gift.’
That night I fall asleep immediately, thumb in mouth, surrounded by tens of Disney fur toys and dreaming of being daddy’s little wife soon.
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