Damn, this was an uneasy subject to broach. I sat nervously looking at him. My dad was always so handsome to me. He was 47 years old with salt and pepper hair and kind brown eyes. He always had a kind of tan look. He was reading his newspaper and had his tie loosened. I didn't know how to bring up the subject. Here I was, 16 years old and I was at a loss for words. I really didn't have anyone else to talk to. I mean mom had been gone for three years now. She had run off with some guy, and had only called me once. I was nervous about talking to him, but decided to suck it up and just ask.
“Daddy? Can I talk to you about something?”

He peered at me over the top of his paper. He could see my anxiety. “Sure, Kayla. Come sit next to me.“ He patted the couch invitingly. He put his arm around me and smiled kindly. “What's bothering you, baby?”

I squirmed a little. I wanted to tell him that I saw him last night. I went downstairs to get a drink, and I had seen him jacking off . He had a pair of my panties in his other hand and he was smelling them. I quietly turned around and had walked back upstairs. I wondered what it had meant? I mean honestly, I had seen him look at me, but I figured it was normal for men to look at me. I wasn't ugly. I had brown hair and eyes, and a nice mouth. My tits were tiny, but they were high and firm, and I had a tight body. I was 5 foot 4 and 113 pounds. I had dated before. I knew men found me attractive.

He waited patiently for me to speak.

“Dad, I kind of saw you last night when I came downstairs for a drink.”

“ I see,” he said nervously. “Kayla, I shouldn't have taken your panties, but you just smelled so good, and I was really lonely and excited. You are such a beautiful young woman now, and I just got turned on.”

He put his head in his hands.

“Daddy! Don't be upset. I am not mad at you.”

I paused. I nervously shifted in my chair. I felt his warm hand on my shoulder.

“I am a dirty old man and I should be ashamed of myself.”

“No, Daddy! I wanted to tell you, because...well...I kind of liked seeing you do that.”

Suddenly he got very still. His hand suddenly gripped my shoulder. He reached his hand under my chin and raised my face up. He looked at my flaming cheeks, and shaky smile.

“Is that right? You liked seeing me stroke my dick while I smelled your panties?”

I met his gaze. “Yes, Daddy.”

“Did it make you feel sexy?”

“Oh, Daddy!” I flung myself against his chest and buried my burning face there. He held me for a few minutes letting my embarrassment fade.

“Did you touch yourself, Kayla? Did you rub your sweet wet spot while you thought about Daddy?”

I nodded my head.

“Tell me, Kayla, honey, have you ever had sex?”

I told him I hadn't. The closest I had come was oral sex. I had given my boyfriend a blow job. I wouldn't let him fuck me, and he eventually ditched me for another girl.

“Mmm, Kayla, this is so wrong, but I want to be your first. Will you let me?”

I said, "Yes," in a whisper. I knew this was wrong. This was what people made fun of when they talked about girls who lived in the south. Trashy redneck girls who fucked their Daddies and their brothers and every other relative. Trashy. It echoed in my head, but I felt Daddy's warm embrace. He could sense I was having misgivings.

“If you want me to stop, I will at any time.”

I looked up at him and he brought his lips down to mine so softly and gently. His lips brushed mine, once, and then again. His tongue came out and traced my lips softly. Then he brought his lips down firmly against mine and his tongue slid like magic between my lips that seemed to part with a will of their own. Our tongues touched and rubbed. He sucked on my tongue a little. I shivered in pleasure. His warm hands played with the spaghetti straps of my camisole. The kiss deepened. He pulled away and kissed my shoulder softly.

His hand slid slowly up my thigh. Just trailing his fingertips up my knee and over my leg. He toyed with my legs. He slid my skirt up a bit...and then a bit more. I felt one finger softly touch my silky panties. I drew in a sharp breath. He didn't try to put his hand inside my panties like others had done. He just touched my pussy through the panties. He rubbed the slit up and down, with that one teasing finger. My nipples were rock hard and poking through my camisole.

His other hand cupped my small breasts, and he rubbed his thumb over my erect nipple through the thin fabric of my camisole. He slid the spaghetti straps down my shoulders. One tug and my bare tits were exposed to his hungry gaze. I was already breathing hard. I was trying not to, because I didn't want him to know how hot he was making me. He slowly lowered his mouth to one of my throbbing nipples.

I couldn't help myself. I moaned in pleasure as his hot tongue teased my little nipple. He suckled it gently then moved to the other one. They puckered up even tighter than they were. They felt like stones . He teased them and sucked them until he felt me grinding my pussy against that teasing finger. My head fell back in lust. He sucked hard on my nipples. He bit them with his teeth. Teasing me until I cried out.

He pulled away from me and ripped his tie and shirt off. I pulled him to me, and we kissed deeply. I felt his big hand squeezing my small tits. He pulled and twisted the nipples between his thumb and forefinger, pinching them a little. Then he did what I was waiting for. He reached for my panties and slowly slid his hand inside them. I thought I would die in pleasure.

He rubbed my throbbing slit with his finger, and gently, slid that middle finger between my sensitive pussy lips. He caught his breath in a gasp.

“Kayla? You are bare!”

I moaned and said, I had been keeping it waxed smooth. It made the pussy so much more sensitive.

He slid that teasing middle finger up and down my pussy lips, sliding between them again. He rubbed up and down slowly until he found my hard, throbbing little clit. He rubbed it with the tip of his finger making tight little circles. I didn't want him to ever stop.

He stood up quickly. I cried out at the interruption as he took his hand away from pleasuring me. He unfastened his pants and let them fall to the floor. He was in his boxers and I could see his erect cock through his boxers. He knelt down and unzipped my skirt. He tugged it down gently, and then took my panties off. He asked me to spread my legs for him so he could look at me.

I spread my legs wide and reached down and pulled my cunt lips apart.

He looked at it with a dreamy, lusty smile.

“You have the hottest little box I have ever seen.”

He kissed my thighs. Tonguing them and teasing. He worked his way up to my pussy and blew gently on it. I spread my legs even further. His tongue found my hot wet pussy, and he starting licking me. His tongue found my hard clit and he teased me mercilessly. My back arched and my little tits heaved as I sucked in hot shallow breaths. He put his mouth on my clit and sucked it hard. I shouted in pleasure as my body jerked convulsively with the tremors of a hard orgasm. He slid one finger inside and felt how tight it was inside my hot little hole.

“Kayla, are you a virgin?”

“I am, Daddy. Does it matter?”

“Of course it matters. It's good you let me be your first. I will not hurt you the way some high school boy would.”

He slid two fingers inside and started sliding them in and out. He made a little vee with his fingers to help loosen my tight wet pussy. He put his mouth on me again, and started his sweet torture again. He licked my clit, then lowered his tongue to my pussy. He tongue fucked me with his hot wet tongue. He licked me from asshole to clit, and back down. He just kept licking. He ate my cunt like he was starving. I came twice more, crying out with the most intense pleasure I had ever felt.

I couldn't stop grinding my throbbing cunt against his devouring mouth. He brought me to the brink of orgasm one more time. This time he stopped. He took off his boxers, and rubbed his thick throbbing cock on my wet slit. He teased my clit with the head of his fat dick, and I was nearly insane with pleasure. He sucked one of my little tits into his mouth. He sucked the entire breast into his mouth. First one then the other, and his tongue teased my nipples as I rubbed my tight pussy against the head of his dick.

He slowly slid just the head inside my tight hole. I tensed up. He was so thick. My tiny pussy felt stretched tighter than it had ever been stretched. He pulled back out carefully. I moaned in both lust, and annoyance at the interruption. He led me up to the bedroom and sat on the bed. I saw that the interruption had made his cock soften just a bit. I knelt in front of him and lowered my mouth to his cock. I sucked the head into my mouth.

He gasped in pleasure. “Ohh, Kayla.”

I sucked him gently, feeling his erection go rock hard again. He was careful not to thrust too deeply into my throat. He didn't want to cum. He just wanted me to make him feel good. I sucked him for a few minutes. I teased the head with my tongue and sucked him in and out. The only sounds in the room were the slurping noises I made on his big dick and his moans of pleasure.

“Enough!”

He laid me back on the bed, and reached down with his fingers. I was soaking wet. He put his throbbing cock between my legs again. He rubbed up and down my slit until he found that tight hole once again. He pushed in slowly. Pulling out a little, then back in. He pushed in until he felt the resistance of my hymen. He put his mouth over mine and thrust in in one hard stroke.

It hurt. I cried out against his mouth. His mouth drowned my cry, and he didn't move a muscle. He was sweating with the effort not to thrust. He didn't move until, the pain had subsided. Then he began his sweet, slow thrusts. He slid in and out of my tight cunt. I felt stretched to the max, but he pushed in and out and I felt the pressure begin to build. His thrusts came a little bit quicker. I moaned in pleasure and a bit of pain. He pulled out of me and started rubbing my clit with his quick finger.

I screamed as another orgasm shuddered through me. He rolled me over on my side. He cuddled up to me and started his thrusts from behind. His hands toyed with my tight nipples as I moaned in pleasure at the new sensation. He whispered as he fucked me, how hot I was, how much he loved me.

“Daddy needs to fuck you a bit deeper, Kayla.”

He turned me over on my stomach and put some pillows under my pelvis. He lifted my ass up and slid into me slowly from behind.

“Dammit! That feels good, baby girl.”

The speed of his thrusts intensified. He tried to hold himself back, but the need to fuck overcame his gentleness. I cried out in the agony of divine torture. It both hurt and felt so good. I didn't know if I wanted him to stop or keep going. I was panting and sweat dripped off of me. Daddy was grunting and moaning now. He reached under me and put his thumb on my clit and thrust harder and faster.

“Daddy! OH, GOD!”

He stopped himself again. I screamed in frustration. He put me back on my back.

“I want to see your face when I cum inside your tight wet cunt.”

He pushed in again. This time he was less gentle.

He barked out, “Wrap your legs around me, you hot little bitch.”

I was eager to comply, even though it forced his fat cock inside deeper. He shoved in and out of my pussy. His face was intense with concentration. He was waiting for something.

“Cum, baby. Kayla, cum for Daddy!”

I was almost there. He held himself back.

“Rub your clit, Kayla. You have to cum.”

He smacked my pussy a few times, and I screamed in pleasure. Then I rubbed my clit until I was so close I screamed that I was going to cum. He started pumping my cunt erratically. Suddenly with a shout he thrust inside hard and deep. I felt my own orgasm running through my body. He thrust one, two, three, four times hard and deep. He collapsed on top of me. I felt him give a convulsive thrust a few more times. His body jerked and his breath came in hard shuddering gasps.

I lay there beneath him. He didn't move for what seemed like forever. He lifted his head up.

“Are you on the pill, Kayla?”

I told him I was on the pill. He seemed relieved.

“Kayla, you can't tell anyone about this. “

“I know better, Daddy.”

“I will want to fuck you again, Kayla. Now that I have had you, I can't stop.”

“Daddy, I want you to fuck me whenever you want me.”

He sighed in relief. He told me I was a good girl. He told me to lie still. When he came back, he bathed my swollen cunt with a basin of warm water and a wash cloth. Then he pulled me into him and kissed the back of my neck.

I told him I loved him.

He told me he loved me too. He whispered to me, “You need some work on your blow job techniques. Daddy will teach you how to swallow later.”

I smiled. I was content and looking forward to my next time with Daddy.