My knees were sprawled open on our downstairs couch, my hands held somewhat nervously at my sides. I was a mere 9-year-old back then, but so sexually aroused I could barely think straight. I only knew I liked what he was doing (actually I loved it), and wanted more, more, more, whatever that meant.
“My pussy, you mean?” I asked, not certain I understood. “To kiss it?”
“It'll feel real good,” he promised. “If you let me…kiss you there.”
It didn't take a lot of thought on my part, even as naive and young as I was, to nod my agreement. In fact, it wouldn't be that big a leap. As he breathed on my clit, and held me open with one hand, he already had two fingers of his other hand sliding slowly in and out of my cunt, fingerfucking me, he'd said, probing into that slippery opening I'd first discovered myself at a far earlier age.
“I'm closing my eyes!” I told him with a little shiver. “Go ahead and kiss it.”
And I closed my eyes tight.
As a child I was always nervous at anything new or different, especially during those first few weeks of sneaking around with my father. After all, he and I were getting to know each other in a way hardly approved by any normal parent. Or by my mother, who apparently could be quite the bitch when provoked.
It was just a little scary, some of it, but exciting in so many sick ways.
When his lips first kissed my clit, especially that first time when I wasn't certain exactly what to expect, I jerked with a quick moan and began trembling so violently I swear I almost came right then!
It was that powerful a sensation.
I mean, of course I'd been using my fingers in bed every night to make myself come, but this was something entirely new to me, something far more pleasurable, a fresh experience I knew I'd want and need, over and over.
“Daddy!” I gasped, when he quickly went from merely kissing my clit to actually sucking on it. “Keep doing that! Don't stop, don't stop.”
I was suddenly squirming so wildly he could barely hold me down.
My skinny body jerked alive with pulsing sensations of pleasure so overwhelming I could not get enough of them. I pushed my crotch even tighter against his burrowing face, suddenly grabbing his hair with both small hands and pulling him into me as I worked my little pussy into his mouth.
And then I came so hard I couldn't breathe, my heart pounding in my ears and my cunt throbbing through one racking climax after another. Three in a row, actually. It was as if I was suddenly electrified, the shudders racing throughout my entire body knocking the wind out of me as my wildly tingling clit seemingly melted at my own father's expert attention.
“I think you killed me,” I breathed, finally, limply. “Daddy, my God, it felt so good in my cunt!”
“You came so fast,” he was surprised. “You're like a little sex machine.”
I was still trying to catch my breath, my heart pounding away in my narrow chest but finally slowing.
“It was the best feeling, ever,” I admitted.
My entire pubic mound and my bare inner thighs were still shiny from my overflowing juices. It seemed as if I'd gushed out a little river down there, right in his face. I was even soaked down in the crack of my bare little ass.
“I loved you sucking my cunt, especially at the top like that.”
Even at the beginning, we'd both used the words I supposedly wasn't even allowed to know, much less say out loud. Cunt. Cock. Clit. Cum. Climax. And those were just the C 's. I knew many, many more, with different letters. Little did my mom suspect.
“It's your clit, Emily,” he told me. “Your own little hot button.”
“Do it again,” I asked him, even before my breathing returned to normal. I spread my legs for him again, then used my own fingers to hold my cunt open. “Right now, Daddy. Please, do it again.”
He gave me a long look.
“Will you suck my dick after?” he asked, his idea of a fair trade, I guess. “I mean, really suck it?”
I'd been jacking him off by then, for over a week, a couple of times a day. Even in the car sometimes. I'd also put the swollen head of his cock in my mouth once, just as a little experiment to see what it tasted like. But, again, this was taking it to an entirely different level. And I had, after all, seen his cum going all over the place whenever I used my hand on him. A huge mess.
That was before we started using the tissues for me to aim him into.
“Okay, Daddy,” I told him. “But if it's too much to swallow when you come, I'm spitting it out.”
Like I said, I was pretty much agreeable to anything.
Anyway, over the last two years, whenever we screwed on the couch, we were always extra careful to listen for my mother. There were more than enough creaks in those basement stairs to warn us in plenty of time. But that afternoon of my birthday, we'd just been too involved.
“Emily, I love your sweet little cunt,” he'd been whispering to me, his big hard dick pistoning so far inside of me I swear I could taste it. “You're always so wet and hot and tight in there!”
We were doing it with me sort of half-sitting on the couch, facing forward, my bare thighs spread wide and my feet on the floor. My bare little ass was at the edge of the cushion, an old bath towel under it to sop up my never-ending juices and the eventual backwash of my father's load of cum.
It always poured out of my cunt, his semen, when he slid his thick cock back out of me, a sticky mess of opaque wetness that oozed down into the crack of my butt. He told me he always came a huge load when he fucked me.
“No one's ever made me come so much,” he'd said. “You just get me so damned excited!”
“I get just as excited,” I informed him. “That's why I come so fast.”
I was safe from pregnancy, though, because I knew my father had a vasectomy the very first year we started fucking. My mother thought it was for her, of course, because she'd decided early on that one child was more than enough for her. That I was more than enough for her, I guess.
But it was really for me, his darling little daughter, who he screwed every single time he could, that my father got himself fixed.
Anyway, that day we got caught, my dad was kneeling between my damp thighs, his hands on my narrow hips, jerking me forward with each of his rapid thrusts into my throbbing pussy.
At 11-years-old, I'd finally started maturing.
My underage cunt, bald two years earlier, was at last showing the faintest of emerging pubic hair, fine curly ringlets of it barely visible alongside the deeper pink slash of my slit. Even my tiny titties, ironing-board flat until recently, had begun to appear, two sweet handfuls (my dad said!) that I actually needed a training bra for. And my brownish-pink nipples were suddenly as big around as half-dollars, the even darker rubbery tips so highly sensitive they poked right out there at the merest touch.
In fact, while my dad repeatedly plunged his dick into me, I was pulling on both of my nipples, rolling them between my fingertips for every bit of extra pleasure I could get. It was as if there was somehow a wire, a direct current, straight down to my tingling clit from them.
“Fuck me, Daddy, fuck me harder!” I kept groaning, lost in the delicious sensation of it all. When he was buried to the hilt in my cunt like that, I just wanted to keep him there forever. “I love your hard dick in me so much! Ohhh God, I'll always be your dirty little slut! Keep fucking me!”
Like that.
Which I guess my mother didn't appreciate one bit when she heard it.
“You son of a bitch!” she screamed, but at my father. “Stop! You sick bastard, stop fucking your own daughter!”
We both froze like statues.
And then I reacted.
“Mom, it's my fault, it's all my fault,” I knew enough to start crying, and was instantly as hysterical as my mother. “I made Daddy do it to me! I did!”
That part was true enough, I guess. I figured my sweet little pussy was simply too much for him to resist. And every time we did it, I begged him to fuck me harder and faster and deeper and more, more, more.
I mean, I seriously wanted it.
So really, as I said, I'd seduced him, indirectly, starting when I was only an even skinnier 9-year-old, apparently a bad girl even back then. And I figured I deserved being sent away to Miss Hellview's Private School for
