Daddy's darlings: sweet young things

INTERVIEW ONE

I had my first experience with incest about four weeks ago. I'll never forget it for as long as I live. I want to tell you all about it in vivid detail.

It was a Saturday morning and I had gotten up early so I could watch cartoons on the color television set downstairs, I live alone with my Daddy.

I am an only child and my Mommy died about three years ago. From that point on it was Daddy and me against the whole world. We always loved each other very much. I guess that the physical part of our relationship was just an extension of the affection that was already there.

I always felt sorry for my Daddy after Mommy died. He was so lonely. Up until that fateful Saturday morning Daddy had not been with another woman since her death.

It wasn't that he couldn't get women. No, no, no. Nothing like that. I suppose that he could have had any of the single women in town if he had wanted them. But I think that Daddy still felt like he was cheating on Mommy when he felt desires for other women. Thank God, I put an end to all of that.

I was sitting cross-legged in front of the TV munching on some dry Raisin Bran when Daddy stumbled down the stairs in his pajamas. I smiled happily at him and gave him a cheerful greeting. I was feeling very horny that morning and I found myself looking at him as a man. I usually try to push thoughts like that into the back of my consciousness but they make their way back up to the front anyway.

He must weigh more than twice as much as me. As you can see I am just a little girl. I stand only a fraction of an inch over five-feet tall and I have never weighed more than ninety-five pounds in my entire life. Daddy stands well over six feet and must weigh close to two hundred. He is very handsome. I'll never forget how he looked that morning, all sleepy and cute. His hair was down in his eyes. Daddy his brown hair that is starting to gray at the temples. But I don't mind the salt and pepper effect in his hair at all. I think that it makes him look distinguished. His eyes are dark brown like mine and his nose is straight and slim. His lips are always a little puffy, which gives him an aura of intrinsic sensuality. The jaw is firm and his chin is strong. There is a dimple right smack in the center of Daddy's chin. He had not shaved and his whiskers made his smooth cheeks look rough. He was starting to get some gray in his beard as well, but I kind of liked the way that looked too. Daddy has very broad shoulders. His chest and back are covered with thick slabs of muscle. He has a hairy chest – which I could see because the top two buttons of his pajama tops were unbuttoned. In spite of the girth of his upper torso, Daddy's waist and hips are very slim. His stomach is still flat and hard, in spite of the fact that he is approaching forty. He is built like a triangle with its point down. I can remember thinking, with shame, that Daddy was built by God especially for fucking.

His thighs are thick and his hands and feet are very large. I was to learn that the same was true of other parts of his anatomy as well. I should mention that I was a virgin. I knew what orgasms felt like from playing with myself, but my cherry was intact. I had never known the womanly joy of vaginal penetration.

"Good morning, pumpkin," Daddy said. He scratched his belly and yawned as he got to the bottom of the stairs. He walked as if he were a somnombulist toward the edge of the sofa, where he plopped.

"Would you like me to make you some breakfast?" I asked. I strained my neck to look at my handsome father back over my shoulder. I could feel myself beginning to flush. I was having naughty thoughts. As fate would have it, Daddy's thought-waves were headed in the exact same direction. It's difficult to say how we realized our incestuous urges were mutual. It was never really verbalized.

"No, thank you," Daddy said. "You finish eating and come over and sit here with me on the couch." I set my unfinished bowl of Raisin Bran on the coffee table between us so I could join him immediately.

We sat next to each other on the green over-stuffed davenport with our eyes glued to the boob tube. We were watching a New York rabbit being chased by a bald guy who talked funny. Violent stuff, but Daddy and I have always been into that kind of humor.

"I was having the strangest dream when I woke up," Daddy said. His voice sounded far away for a second, as if he had drifted back into that dream.

Daddy's eyes were still on the television but I could tell that he was seeing his dream rather than the animated action featured on the cathode.

"What was it about, Daddy?" I asked. I moved closer to him on the couch. I pressed the side of my leg against him. I had my robe on over a flannel nightgown. I guess I wasn't exactly in my sexiest outfit that morning. But I knew that Daddy wouldn't care. After all, our toothbrushes had been hanging next to one another for almost sixteen years.

"It's all kind of vague. I was on a desert island with a woman, naked, and we were…" His voice cut off. He was editing himself, having decided that the subject matter was inappropriate for his teenage daughter to hear.

"You had a wet dream?"

"Well, no. I woke up," he said. He spoke quickly and winced when he heard his own confession.

"You poor man."

"Why do you say that?"

"You must be very horny. Imagine having a fling on an island and having your gas shut off even before you got a chance to – you know."

"I guess I am."

Then came the non-verbal part. Daddy and I no longer paid any attention to the television set. We were looking at each other – deep into each other's eyes. Our faces moved closer as if we were in slow motion. I could feel my lips tingling when I realized that he was going to kiss me. It was incredible. I could feel my nipples getting hard and erect and I could feel my pussy start to ache. The blood was beginning to pump downward in my body toward the delta between my thighs. I could tell that both my inner and outer cunt lips were swelling with the blood of my arousal. I knew that it wouldn't be long before all of my pussy flesh was fully engorged from my incestuous horniness. I saw Daddy's lips part and he quickly licked them with the tip of his wet pink tongue to moisten them. I could feel his hot moist breath on my lower lip a fraction of a second before the intimate contact was made. I shivered and I could feel the little hairs at the back of my neck standing on end. Every square inch of my tiny form was covered with a thick layer of gooseflesh. We pressed our lips together softly and smacked, releasing right away. Daddy then sipped and sucked at my lower lip a little before we became uncontrollably passionate. Suddenly Daddy's mouth was on mine hungrily and I could feel my lips being pushed against my white teeth.

The kiss lasted for a long time.

We swapped, spit cheerfully.

We touched tongues.

There was a crackle of sexual electricity in the room.

We rolled our tongue together in a hot swordfight.

Daddy plunged his tongue deep in my mouth and I sucked it.

I could feel my nipples burning with a desire to be stroked.

I could feel my pussy getting wet with natural lubrication.

My vulva glans were beginning to secrete those cervical juices.

The honey was starting to pool between my inner labia.

I could feel my pussy turn to a flaming slit of desire.

My clitoris began to grow and become increasingly hard.

My love button pushed out from under its foreskin.

I was familiar with my pussy by this time in my life.

I had been touching myself down there nightly for years.

It had been a long time since I had gone to sleep at night without first giving myself an orgasm. But I could tell by the way the ache was growing in my lower belly that the orgasm Daddy was going to give me was going to make all of the others I had known seem like real kid stuff. I could tell right away that being touched by a man was a thousand times better than touching myself. Daddy was kissing me in a way that I had never been kissed before. The kiss lasted for a very long tune and we were both breathless with passion by the time it was through.

I could tell that it wouldn't be long before my cunt juices dripped from my pink slit and made a wet spot in the crotch of the white panties I was wearing.

White.

How symbolic.

I hated when my panties got wet that way because it made the material crawl up between my outer labia. My pussy would feel as if it were suffocating in a cloth prison. When that happened I would get a maddening urge to get naked. I guess it didn't make a difference I knew by that time that I was going to be nude with Daddy eventually.

Daddy kissed my neck.

He flicked his pink tongue in and out of his mouth.

Daddy licked up and down my jugular vein blissfully.

I stretched my neck so he would have easy access to it.

He kissed behind my ear and flicked his tongue across my ear-lobe.

Daddy explored the inside of my shell-like ear with his hot tester and once again I could feel the goosebunips forming all over my tiny body.

Daddy pulled his face away from mine. I could see that he was breathing very hard. His fingers shook a little with his nervousness. I was nervous too. It had been a long time for him. It had been never for me.

Daddy began to unbutton my pajama tops and I helped him when he fumbled. His fingers are long and thick. He had trouble with the tiny feminine buttons. I opened my shirt so that he could see my tits. You can't see well with this sweater on but I have very nice breasts. Daddy seems to like them anyway. They are round and firm and they rest high on my chest. Daddy finds that they are perfect handsful. My nipples are large – about the size of silver dollars – and when they become erect with my sexual arousal they can protrude almost a full inch from the tips of my healthy boobs. My tits are perky. They are so perky with their youthfulness, in fact, that the nipples point slightly upward when I am horny. The tops of my breasts are sloped – sort of like a ski-slope for jumping, if you know where I am coming from.

I pulled my top all the way off and stood for a moment.

I hooked my thumbs under my pajamas and my panty elastic.

The crotch of my white panties was starting to creep upward.

I wiggled my round butt from side to side as I hitched them down.

Daddy gasped aloud as he got his first glimpse of my ass.

The cheeks of my fanny are milky white. I have a perfect peaches and cream complexion, Daddy says.

I turned and he looked at my red muff. My pubies grow in a perfect inverted triangle on my mound, with the point just above the top of my pink slit. The hair grows thinly along my outer cunt lips and in between the cheeks of my ass.

I stepped out of my panties.

I stood naked.

"What do you think?"

"You are beautiful, pumpkin. I want to smell you. I want to taste you," he said. He was panting very hard. All of the civilized behavior was being sucked from his soul by the acuteness of his incestuous horniness. I could see his cock stretching at the crotch of his own pajamas and I couldn't wait for him to get undressed. I had never seen an erect penis before. I had never even seen a picture of one. I, of course, had spent a lot of time imagining what one looked like. My first impression when I looked at Daddy's crotch was that I had grossly underestimated how big the aroused male genitalia was supposed to be. I could feel the natural lubrication drooling thickly from my wanton virgin slit down the insides of my thighs. The cunt cream was like hot nectar dripping from a slit in an over-ripe peach. I could smell the scent of my womanhood wafting upward toward my flaring nostril. My nostrils are oval-shaped and flare wide open whenever I am excited about something. I liked the smell of my pussy. I had often sniffed and even licked at my fingers after hot sessions of climactic masturbation.

"Daddy, you can do to me whatever you like," I said.

I had a throatiness to my voice that I had never heard.

It sounded to me like someone else were speaking the words.

"Get on your back on the rug," Daddy said. He did not undress.

I did as he said. I stretched my legs out straight in front of me.

I kept my knees and my ankles close together for a moment.

Then I spread my thighs open to a perfect ninety degree angle.

Daddy stood so he could get his first look at my slit.

It was the first pussy he had seen in three years. He licked his lips.

I could hear my father making gurgling noises in his throat.

As Daddy stood his dick looked ready to tear out the cloth.

I could actually see the thick head bobbing and throbbing.

Daddy got on his hands and knees at my side so he could play with my tits.

He placed both of his hands over my breasts and spread his fingers.

He clutched the boobs completely and puckered the milky white flesh with his strong fingertips. He massaged with his hands, positioning his palms so that the pebble-like nipples were pulsating precisely against their centers.

He began to move both of my tits at the same time in slow sensuous circles. First he pulled them apart and then he pushed them together so that they were flattened at the sides.

My handsome, loving father pressed my tits together so firmly that the cleavage between the globes was almost humorously long and deep.

He then released his grip on my breasts so he could give exclusive attention to my nipples for a moment. He rolled his fingertips over my feminine erections and I could feel those rosebuds growing larger and harder.

"Feels so good, Daddy," I said in my throaty voice.

"It will soon feel better," he replied with a smile.

He got each of my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.

He began to roll the erections back and forth slowly.

My loving father then pinched at the rosebuds lightly.

"Pinch, harder, Daddy, it makes me so hot," I said.

I found it increasingly difficult to keep my ass still.

The lower half of my small body was moving involuntarily.

I was gyrating my hips in a slow sensuous circle and moaning.

I could feel my cunt juice dripping from the base of my cunt.

The natural lubrication was rolling down into my ass crack.

It wouldn't be long before I made a wet spot on the rug.

I moved the halls of my feet flat to the carpet and raised my knees.

I kept my thighs strained apart as far as I could get them.

I had my knees pointed at opposite walls of the livingroom.

I could feel my inner and outer cunt lips separating in the process.

He pinched harder at my nipples and then tugged at them.

He did it so hard that it hurt a little but I didn't mind.

I found that I liked a little pain mixed in with my pleasure.

My aroused brain was translating the pain into ripples of joy.

I could feel my cunt flesh crawling as if it had a mind of its own.

I could feel my clit growing so large thought it would burst.

Daddy tugged my rosebuds until the around them was taut.

He lifted my firm tits away from their resting places high on my chest.

Daddy made my boobs look pointier than usual with his pinching and tugging.

He released his grip and lowered his head to my breasts.

I felt my face getting hot and as red as a beet as Daddy buried his face in my bosom and kissed repeatedly. He showered my tits with tiny peck kisses. Each kiss was a little closer to the nipple than the one before. I could feel his hot moist breath on my right nipple. He parted his lips and stuck out his tongue as far as he could. He placed the tip of his pointy tongue directly on that nipple and began to roll it in a slow circle. He licked across the rosebud with the flat part of his tongue until the entire thing was wet and slippery from the hot saliva he spilled. He then pulled his head back a couple of inches and puckered his lips. He blew cool air onto wet nipples and I shivered so hard that I thought for a second I was trying to wriggle right out of my goosebump-covered skin.

"Suck," I said softly.

He flicked the tip of his tongue over my nipple lightly and quickly, occasionally smacking at the erection with the flat part of his taster.

"Please s-s-suck," I stammered, all breathless and wanton.

My horniness was reaching the point of desperation.

I had never suspected that such intense sensations were possible.

And I knew – as the song goes – that the best was yet to come.

Daddy wrapped his lips around my nipple and sucked with a smooth steady draw. He hollowed his cheeks with the vacuum he created in his oral cavity.

Daddy sucked and flicked his tongue across the nipple at the same time. He rubbed his teeth against it and even gave it a couple of love bites before he released and repeated the entire process with the other nipple.

Daddy kissed his way down the flat plain of my belly, which was heaving up and down a bit as I writhed and panted like a savage jungle beast in heat.

I purred.

My throat vibrated.

Daddy moved to his belly on the rug.

He got his head between my thighs.

He kissed from my knees to the sides of my pussy.

He licked and nipped at my hypersensitive inner thigh flesh.

I really thought my clit would explode of come popping right out of its nest at the top of my slit at any second.

I whimpered.

I whined.

My lips pulled back tightly over my pearly white teeth.

"I'm gonna die, Daddy! I'm gonna die!" I screamed.

I began to toss my head wildly from side to side.

"Yes, pumpkin," he said. "But it will only be a small death."

He moved his hands to the backs of my thighs and opened his fingers. He pushed upward so that my buttocks rolled up off the rug. I could feel pressure on my shoulders and the back of my head. The weight of my body was on the center of my back. My feet were high in the air with the toes curled under gripping at the balls. I had to swallow more frequently that normal to keep from drooling. I could feel Daddy's hot lips on the smooth milky white cheeks of my ass.

Daddy moved his hands to my buttocks and I clutched myself by the shins to keep my legs up in the air. Daddy bit and licked at my buttocks. He kneaded my butt flesh with his strong fingers as if he were a chef preparing unrisen dough for baking.

Daddy turned his wrists.

He pointed his fingers inward toward my ass crack.

He pressed his fingertips deeply into the supple flesh.

He then pulled the cheeks of my ass apart very slowly.

He didn't stop until they were as far apart as they could go. The skin in the crack was pulled taut. He opened me as if he were parting the sections of a ripe fruit. Daddy got his head very low. The crack of my ass was well lubricated from the natural lubrication that had drooled from the bottom of my pink swollen poontang.

Daddy placed the tip of his tongue on the top of my ass track winch was closest to the carpet. He flicked back and forth and lifted his head so that his tongue was ever-closer to my asshole. At that point I could feel a tingling start in my rectum. In a couple of seconds my anus was on fire. I had never given much thought to anal intercourse, but I was starting to think that I might be the kind of woman who would enjoy her man's cock inside all three of her holes. Of course, I gave little consideration to the pain involved in such incestuous buggery, and was reacting solely to the desire my bung felt at that moment for my Daddy's curious and bold tongue. He finally got the tip of his hot taster on my asshole and I could feel the muscles in my thighs tensing involuntarily. I began to open and close my knees very rapidly as if I were fanning the fire in my crotch. Daddy made a low humming noise as he rimmed my asshole, letting me know how much he enjoyed my taste and smell. He traced a circle around my sphincter muscle – which was no doubt throbbing visibly – with the tip of his tongue and then licked across the anus with the flat part of his tongue until all of the delicious anal flavor had been licked away. He made his tongue stiff and pointy. He placed the tip snug to my bung hole and began to push. I could hear myself making a series of sharp coughing, grunting noises as he began to push his tongue up my asshole. The sounds completely emptied my lungs of air. I stretched my arms out to my sides and turned my wrists so that my palms were flat on the carpet. I bent at the knuckles and cluched the pile. I gripped the thick shag rug so hard as he buggered me orally that all of my knuckles turned white. I was clenching my back teeth together so hard that my jaw ached a little and the muscles at the sides of my face were protruding. My eyes were closed tightly. My long eyelashes were pinned against my high cheekbones and the lids were wrinkled. My tiny nose was moving up and down like a bunny's.

Daddy pushed his tongue so deep in my asshole that he cleared the tight tube of muscle at the mouth of my rectum and began to lick at the softer tissues of my bowels.

He wiggled his tongue.

He worked it in and out.

He fucked me with it.

Then he pulled it out.

I could tell that the tongue was neither long enough nor thick enough to satisfy the anal cravings I was experiencing deep in my bowels.

That was a job for my Daddy's humongous tool of manhood.

Maybe later.

Daddy allowed me to lower my feet back to the rug.

I settled on my ass. My anus was buzzing like I could never have dreamed. I had never even messed with myself there when I was masturbating. Daddy had a magic tongue – there was no doubt about that.

Daddy decided to spend the rest of his eating time working exclusively on my pussy. He placed the tip of his tongue on the inch-long patch of mucous membrane in between my asshole and the bottom of my quim. The natural lubrication was gathered there thickly. He licked happily and again let out a humming sound of appreciation – to let me know how much he loved his daughter's vaginal taste!

He ran his tongue up to the base of my cunt and moved his fingers to my thoroughly engorged outer lips.

He pressed against those lips snugly and tugged them apart very slowly, not stopping until he made my seething honey pot look like a slab of raw meat.

Then he flicked his tongue up and down the outer cunt lips.

He licked at the sides of my clit but never touched it.

He was going to save the love button for last, I could tell.

I knew that Daddy was going to be patient in his oral manners.

He was going to bring me to orgasm as slowly as possible.

He knew the intensity of my climax would be enhanced by his teasing.

Daddy flicked his tongue across my pussy.

He licked all around the mouth of my fuck hole, and then worked the tip of his curious taster in between those lips. I could feel him massaging my urethra. He was an expert. He knew just what to do to maximize my pleasure. It was clear that he knew his way around a pussy. I imagined the pleasure that Mommy must have had before she died being eaten by this extraordinary man.

He made his tongue stiff and pointy and tried to plunge his taster deep into my poontang, but he didn't get very far. He quickly found my cherry and withdrew.

I was on the brink.

I was sitting at the edge of the cliff – ready to tip over. I was ready to be launched into a new dimension of pleasure.

Daddy's tongue was taking the first steps in turning me into a woman.

The handsome man placed his fingertip at the very top of my slit, a fraction of an inch above my clit.

He pressed against my love button's foreskin – the semi-circle of flesh that usually all but covered the center of my womanly pleasure.

He pushed upward and peeled the flesh away from my little man in the boat, so the entire clit was exposed and vulnerable to my Daddy's oral caress.

My clit felt as, hard as a marble as it quivered in front of his face. I could feel the sticks of TNT getting ready to go off in that ball of fiery flesh.

He could tell that I was not in the mood to be teased.

All of the muscles in my body were tensed and trembling. My senses of time and space were beginning to distort.

Everything seemed to take a lot longer than it probably did.

Daddy placed the tip of his tongue directly on my clit – but pulled it away before my come could start.

A lightning bolt of physical pleasure shot up the length of my suddenly arched backbone to my brain.

I couldn't help but buck.

I thrust upward with my loins.

I almost smacked Daddy's nose with my hard pubic bone.

Daddy wrapped his strong arms around my slim upper thighs.

He placed his hands on my lower belly and pinned my ass to the rug.

He wasn't about to have his nose busted while giving me head.

Daddy dabbed at my clit again.

Again I jerked.

His clitoral caresses were as short and light as he could make them – yet the sensation was amplified about a zillion times from the acuteness of my incestuous arousal.

I begged.

"Please, Daddy."

He blew cool air on my love button.

"Make me come, Daddy."

Daddy smiled, paused, and then put his tongue on the center of my womanly pleasure for keeps. He began to roll my love button around in a slow sexy circle like he was rolling a glass marble around in a sea of boiling oil. It didn't take long for the explosions to start, and just as I had anticipated, they were a thousand times more spectacular than anything I had ever felt before. And that was saying something, because I have had more than my share of hot masturbatory sessions in my day, both before and after I began having sex with Daddy.

"CUH-CUH-COMING!" I screamed.

My voice was high-pitched. The tenseness in my throat muscles was squeezing at my vocal cords. The pleasure was incredible.

"CCCOOOMMMIIINNNGGG!!" I hollered at the top of my lungs. I let out a wail that was so high in pitch that only wandering dogs in the neighborhood might have been able to hear it.

I could feel the ultimate physical pleasure spreading slowly outward from my convulsing love button.

The joy soon filled my vulva, and I could feel the natural lubrication practically gushing from the slit.

I could tell that I was squirting some fluid from my urethra onto Daddy's lower lip, which rolled onto his chin.

I knew that Daddy's face was going to be all wet and shiny with my poontang honey by the time he finished eating.

He began by licking at my clit very slowly and gently, but he could soon tell I needed greater stimulation.

He had to hold onto my lower torso very tightly to keep me from flopping right over with my muscle jerking.

I could feel my backbone seeking to crack like a whip as the orgasmic rushes moved up my backbone toward my head.

I could reel the pleasure spreading in ever-growing concentric circles, like ripples on a smooth pond.

I knew that those ripples weren't going to stop spreading until the joy of my climax had filled me completely.

I could feel a ball of fire forming at the base of my skull, like a comet, and I let out another shriek.

The orgasm burst into my already reeling brain and I felt as if I were spiraling upward toward the ceiling.

I actually felt as if I were adrift in mid-air there for a couple of seconds as my orgasmic bliss peaked.

I lost all perception of time and space. I felt as if I were journeying into a land where there was no time nor space. To a zone where there was only sensation. I could see brilliant balls of fiery light flashing in many colors on the insides of my tightly clenched eyelids. My back teeth came unclenched and my mouth fell gaping open. Tears of joy welled in my eyes. All of my skin became red with my orgasmic flush and I was slick from the hot perspiration of exertion that had oozed from all of my pores. The orgasm seemed as if it were going to go on forever.

Just when I thought the power of the spasms was bound to die down, Daddy did something I hadn't expected.

The handsome man wrapped his full sensuous lips around my love button and the surrounding flesh.

He began to suck at the center of my womanly pleasure – hollowing his whiskered cheeks a bit in the process.

I wondered at that moment if it were possible for a little girl like me to pass out from pure pleasure.

The room was spinning wildly and I felt more as if I were in a dream than in the real physical world.

The pleasure was so physical that it was spiritual.

That may seem hard for you to believe, I don't know.

Maybe everybody in the world thinks that was about sex.

How the hell should I know? I'm just a little girl.

I have no idea how long the climax actually lasted.

I suppose that it must have been a matter of seconds.

But it seemed like almost an hour in my warped mind.

But all good things have to come to an end, I suppose.

And the same is true of even the best of orgasms, right?

The come ended inevitably as rapidly as it had begun.

All of my muscles relaxed at the same time and I collapsed.

The spasms stopped and I could feel the ecstasy of my sexual release being replaced by the beautiful warmth of my post-orgasmic afterglow.

I lay still.

I struggled to catch my breath.

My breasts heaved up and down as I sucked fresh air.

Daddy pulled his face away from my pussy immediately once my climax ended – knowing that my clit was too sensitive to be touched just then. The condition was temporary of course.

My body was soaked with sweat. My heart was still racing.

My nipples were still straining toward the ceiling of the livingroom.

Daddy pulled his face out from between my thighs and rested his strong whiskered chin in the center of my pubic patch. He looked at me between my breasts and smiled cheerfully. I could tell by his facial expression that he was pleased with himself for giving me such superb enjoyment.

"How was that?"

"Wonderful, Daddy."

"Tell me."

"Better than anything I could have imagined."

I giggled at him.

"What's so funny?"

"What about it?"

"It's all wet and shiny."

"And whose fault is that?"

"I take full responsibility."

Daddy began to wipe his face on the back of his huge hand.

But I stopped him with gentle fingertips on his inner wrist.

"Let me lick you clean," I said. "Get on your back."

That seems like as good of a time to take a break. My throat is getting a little tired. Would it be okay if I had a soda or something and we finished this this afternoon?