Daddy's darlings: sweet young things

CASE HISTORY THREE

SUBJECT: Sookie O.

AGE: Sixteen

We have a strange custom in our family. When when of us girls turns sixteen we are sent to our father's bedroom to be turned into women.

You may think that is odd – but you have to remember that my family is Korean, and we have a different way of going about things from Americans.

I am the youngest of three daughters, and I remember vividly how envious I felt of my older sisters when they turned sixteen and had their evening with Daddy.

Well, I turned sixteen three weeks ago and I want to tell you all about my experiences with my father. I hope they don't shock you, Doctor.

My oldest sister is married now and has moved to Colorado. I live with my Mommy and Daddy and my older sister Suzie in a brownstone in the Cobble Hill section of Brooklyn.

It is a Catholic Italian neighborhood, and I guess a lot of the kids I go to school with would croak if they knew how I spent my sixteenth birthday.

The whole cherry-popping business is very ceremonial – as you will find out. My birthday fell on a Friday, so I had to wait for Daddy to get home from work before things started.

Daddy got home right on time and immediately showered and went to his bedroom to wait for me. I was in my upstairs bedroom about as anxious as I had ever been about anything in my life.

My heart was pounding and I was having a great deal of difficulty staying still. I paced back and forth in my room. It would have been an understatement to say I had ants in my pants.

I was wearing nothing but a green silk robe and I was getting very horny just thinking about the way I was going to spend the remainder of my evening.

There was a gentle tapping at the door and I knew it was Mommy. Before I was sent to Daddy I would have to be bathed in water mixed with special ceremonial oils.

I opened the door and Mommy silently took my hand. She led me to the bathroom down the hall and told me to sit on the toilet with the seat down while she filled the tub.

The bath was hot. She added exactly five drops of the sweetly-scented oil to the water, and stirred the mixture with a circular motion of her right hand.

I was not only a virgin, but I didn't know very much about sex at all. I had never been kissed passionately even. I knew that I was going to learn a lot before the night was through.

I could feel myself getting hornier than I had ever been before in my life as Mommy prepared the water. I was about to become a woman, and I could feel my breaths turning into pants with my growing sexual excitement.

My large firm breasts ached with a desire to be fondled, and the silver-dollar-sized nipples at their tips had become erect and burned with my horniness.

You might think that I was frightened, but this is not true. I have been taught the Korean traditions since birth, and I considered it a great honor to have sex with my father.

I couldn't tell any of my friends about what happened, of course. I am smart enough to realize that incest in one of America's strictest taboos.

I know American culture as well as Korean. I have been in this country since I was five – and I don't even speak with much of an accent if I do say so myself. "Remove your robe," Mommy said. Naturally she spoke in Korean, but I will translate all of the dialogue in my story for you.

I untied the cloth belt around my slim waist as I stood. Mommy pulled the robe over my shoulders and hung the robe on a hook on the back of the bathroom door.

"Get into the tub," Mommy said. She looked up and down my body boldly. I saw her lick her lips. I had heard from my sisters that the bath portion of the ceremony was very nice, but that had never given me enough details for me to know what to expect.

I stepped into the hot tub, which was up to my mid-shins in water, and I could feel the blood pumping downward in my body toward my virgin pussy.

I could feel both the inner and outer lips of my cunt swelling rapidly, and I could even tell I was lubricating myself down there. There was a pressure in my lower abdomen and I could feel a tingling on the insides of my slender thighs.

I could feel my clit starting to grow at the top of my pussy. The love button was getting hard, and I wanted to be touched there about as much as I had ever wanted anything in my life.

Mommy had two glass containers with her. In them were ceremonial soaps which she would use to cleanse all of my nooks and crannies for Daddy.

Mommy washed my hair sensuously. She knelt on the bath mat beside the white porcelain tub as she worked the lather up in my long black hair.

She used a large glass to rinse the soap out of my hair. I was sitting in the tub. The water felt hotter on my erogenous zones than it did on the rest of my body.

Mommy told me to stretch out on my back in the water with my knees spread open as far as the tub would allow. She took my breasts in her feminine hands.

I guess I should mention at this point that I had never touched myself in an impure manner. It was forbidden for us girls to masturbate.

I had never experienced an orgasm, and I knew that I was going to feel plenty of sensations during the ceremony that I had never known before.

Mommy rubbed lather over my nipples with the fleshy tips of her slightly arched fingers, and I could feel my nipples getting even harder and larger as she touched them.

Mommy soaped my belly and ran her hands down between my legs. I found it very difficult by this time to keep my ass still under the water. I was gyrating and writhing with my horniness.

Mommy began to massage my inner thighs – all the way from my knees to the edges of my pussy – and I could feel my sexual arousal growing in leaps and bounds.

I could feel the ache in my cunt getting sincere. Mommy told me to press against the bottom of the tub with the balls of my dainty feet so I could lift my loins above the surface of the water. As I did this Mommy began to ever-so-lightly massage my outer cunt lips. I could feel the muscles in my thighs tensing involuntarily and my tits began to feel as if they were swelling to twice their normal size.

I looked at my breasts – which were heaving up and down with my rib-cage as I panted with my sexuality – and was surprised to find they looked the same size.

My nipples felt as if they were going to blast off from the tips of my breasts like rocketships. My boobs felt like they would burst from the swelling I was experiencing there.

"This is supposed to feel very good, Sookie," Mommy said to me in a soothing tone. "So you should do nothing to hold back the pleasure."

"Okay, Mommy," I said quietly. She ran her fingertip lightly up and down the outer lips of my pussy. She massaged the outer edges of the inner lips, which were slightly curled back, and then worked her finger in between those lips. Her fingertip was against my cherry for a moment. I could tell that the little glands inside my cunt were secreting my natural lubrication in a steady flow by this time.

I began to moan and groan.

My panting became worse.

My heart raced.

My pussy flesh was fully engorged with blood by this point.

I was thrusting my loins up and down as if Daddy were already inside me with his long thick tool of superior masculinity. Mommy touched my clit.

I couldn't believe how good it felt when my touching mother made direct contact with the throbbing and erect center of my womanly pleasure.

I let out a loud moan of pleasure and Mommy hummed a happy tune to herself as she rolled my clit in a small circle. She did this very lightly and very slowly. I could feel the sexual pressure in the lower half of my body growing to the saturation point. I could tell that Mommy was going to give me my very first come. I couldn't wait. I splashed some of the water out of the tub in my frenzy – but Mommy didn't seem to mind.

When I had orgasmed, the pleasure exploding into my brain and making me buck in the tub for what seemed to be a very long time, Mommy pulled her massaging finger from my clit and instructed me to turn over on my belly.

I had to get on my hands and knees sort of, so that my ass was sticking up in the air. Mommy washed my buttocks sensuously and I shivered with pleasure as she ran a soapy finger up and down the crack of my fanny. It felt a lot better when she touched my asshole than I thought it would. I had never really thought of my asshole as an erogenous zone. I was learning fast. I could tell that I was going to be livid for Daddy's cock by the time I was sent into his room at the other end of the hall.

Mommy washed my anus thoroughly and then rinsed me off.

"You may get out of the tub now," She said sweetly.

Mommy grabbed a fluffy white bath towel from the rack.

She draped it over my shoulders and told me to dry myself.

"Be careful to dry between your legs," the woman said to me.

When I had done this she brushed my hair until it was dry.

Mommy had a small vial of musk oil. She perfumed along my jugular vein. She dabbed the scent to both of my erect nipples, which were sticking slightly upward, and also dabbed some of the musk across my loins just above my tiny triangular pubic patch.

"Put your robe back on dear," Mommy said.

"Is it time?"

"Yes, dear."

"Oh goodie."

"You must remember to be very quiet and subservient with Daddy," Mommy said. She gave me a light kiss on the middle of my smooth forehead.

"I will do whatever Daddy asks me to," I said enthusiastically. "I have been looking forward to this day for a long time know, you know."

Mommy opened the bathroom door.

I was on my own.

I headed for Daddy's bedroom at the other end of the hall.