Date: Tue, 24 Oct 2006 21:01:19 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bruce Jenkins <shaggyzon@yahoo.com>
Subject: naturally-curious-8

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                               Heather's story....Enjoy!
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     Hi.  My name is Heather Jensen.  I'm Brian's little sister.  Well, I
was his little sister.  Now I'm a grown woman, 27 years old.  I have a
loving husband, and a little girl, 8 years old.  Brian told me to check
out his stories online, and I when I did, I decided to tell you about my
experiences over the summer he described.  Bri is a great person, but he
wasn't in on everything that happened in our house.  Us girls have some
secrets, too. Reading his memoirs takes me back to that spring.  My story
starts a few months before Brian's, the spring that I decided that I
wanted to be a woman instead of a child.
    I knew my body was changing. Not fast enough to suit me, I was short
for my age, but I was changing none the less.   A couple of months before
school let out, my flat chest started swelling, my little pink nipples
poking out a little more.  It was barely noticeable with a shirt on, but
I knew that I was on my way to becoming a woman.  I started looking at
 Gracie and Mom in a new way, wondering if my breasts would be perky and
small, or big and heavy.  I also became fascinated by the men of the
family, wondering what it would be like to if I had a penis, and trying
to innocently catch a glimpse of one whenever I could.  Of course,
everyone still treated me like the little girl of the family, and I was
embarrassed to let on just how curious I was.
     It started with a seemingly small thing.  Gracie and Mom had both
let me shower with them when I was younger.  When Gracie started to
mature, this came to a stop.  I began to find reasons to be around them
while they were naked, and hoping that they would invite me into the
shower with again, but I guess it never occurred to them to ask. I
couldn't seem to muster the courage to tell them how much I missed it.
 It's funny how sometimes, when you want something so bad,  you are
afraid to say anything.  I wanted so badly to ask all my questions, but I
was just too shy.  I would mentally rehearse all the words I would say,
and then just chicken out.
     Knowing that Gracie was at gymnastics class one morning,
I purposely climbed into the shower that adjoined our rooms, about the
time she was due home.  I knew she would want to bathe, she always did on
Saturday mornings after her practice.  I, on the other hand, always
showered at night time. I left the door unlocked, and sure enough, a few
minutes later, she knocked on it.
    "Heather, come on, I want to take a shower.  What are you doing in
there, anyway?"  She sounded impatient.  I put on my best little girl
voice, and replied.
    "I got soap all over me.  But if you want, you can come in, it's
o.k." I heard the door open and shut, and Gracie spoke through the shower
curtain.
    "Sissy, I'm all sweaty and hot.  I need a shower, hon."  She probably
meant that I should hurry up and finish, but I wasn't ready to get out
quite yet.
    " I said you could come in.  You can help me shampoo, like you used
to."  The shower curtain opened, and Gracie stood there in her leotards
and sports bra. She looked at my naked, wet hairless body.  I was the
picture of innocence, with my long, fine, blond hair plastered to my neck
and shoulders, staring back with wide eyes. My little nipples turned to
rock hard nubs as cold air washed over me.
    "You want me to shower with you?"  Her voice was softer now, no
longer so impatient.  It was girl time, like when we would play with
dolls or brush our hair.  I nodded my head, reaching over to turn up the
water a little hotter.
    "Hurry, Gracie, you're letting the cold air in.  Brrrrr..."  I
shivered and crossed my arms over my chest, holding my shoulders.  Gracie
quickly stripped.  I couldn't tear my eyes away from her body.  To me,
she already looked grown-up.  Her perky breasts with their defined
nipples, her small patch of soft pubes...I was a little jealous.  I
wanted to look like that.  She stepped in the shower and I moved back to
make room for her.  She was all business as she grabbed some shampoo and
began to massage my head with it.  When she was done, she rinsed out the
suds and patted me on the butt.
    "O.K., kiddo, go towel off, you're all done."  She pulled open the
curtain.

 "But I didn't soap yet," I said, and pulled it shut again.

   "I thought you said you already had." She took the soap and began
running it over her belly while she spoke.

    "No, Gracie, just my top.  I still gotta soap my legs and stuff.
Would you do them for me?  I like it when you wash me, it feels good."
She smiled at me sweetly.

   "Oh, sure, baby-girl, I'll help you."  Mom called me baby-girl, too.
It felt good to hear the words come out of my big sister's mouth.  She
knelt down and began to wash my legs, then my little butt-cheeks.  She
wasn't quite as efficient this time.  She slowly worked the soap around,
her hands slipping and sliding over me, the hot steam of the shower
enveloping both of us.  After a minute or two, she pulled her hands away.

   "Not yet, Gracie.  Remember, Mom says we have to wash everything down
there.  She says that girls have to stay very clean, or we won't feel
good, Gracie, remember?" My little girl act was my security blanket, and
I was hamming it up pretty good.

   "Yes, sissie, I remember, honey.  I'm sorry I forgot, honey."  She
said it in a half-patronizing tone, but her hands were gentle and loving
as I felt them moving up the back of my legs, then between them.  Warm,
wet and slick with soap, Gracie moved her fingers over my hairless
vagina....then back further,  tickling a little as they soaped my tiny,
pink sphincter....then back again, to play over the outside of my smooth
coochie again.

   "Gracie?"

   "Yeah, hon?"  She kept stroking, back and forth, fingers sliding over
my private places. I breathed in the steamy warm air, strong with the
scent of flowery soap.

   "Gracie, I like it when you touch me there."

   "I know, baby-girl, it feels good to be touched there."

   "Gracie?"

   "Yeah?"

   "Can I wash you, too? Like we used to do?  Why don't we do that any
more?"

   "I dunno.  I guess 'cause I started growing up, and growing hair down
on my cootchie, and I felt...well, I don't think you'd understand,
Sissy.  But you will."  She stood up.  "It feels different, now, Sissy.
It feels different when other people touch it." I turned around.  She was
looking down at herself, wondering how to explain.

   " Is it a good kind of different, Gracie?"  She nodded.  "Mine feels
that way, too, sometimes.  Don't tell anyone, but I put my fingers in it
when I'm in bed."  I paused, not knowing how she would react. She just
smiled at me, a big, loving smile, and we shared the moment.  I wanted so
much to be able to talk to her about the way our bodies were changing,
how I loved to watch her as she dressed and put on make-up, how I wished
I had her body.  I blurted out,"Gracie, can I wash you, now?  I don't
want to get out of the shower yet."

  She knelt down a little to look me in the eyes, and said,"I would love
that, sweetie." Handing me the soap, she closed her eyes and let the warm
water run over her hair.  She began to shampoo.  I lathered up my hands
and slid them up her belly and over her breasts, feeling up my older
sister under the pretense of washing her.  I loved the way they felt in
my small hands, the softness of her boobs with her hard nipples rubbing
my palms.  She arched her back, rinsing out the shampoo, and pressing her
tits harder against my hands, her nipples sliding up a little.  I began
to feel a familiar warmth in my little hairless pussy, a stirring in my
belly.  I knew she must be feeling that same warmth inside of her, that
glow...
    I lathered my hands again, and began to soap under her breasts, down
her tummy.  She looked on, silently, watching my hands soap the front of
her torso.  Her thin, soft pubic hair was wet and matted. I could see her
white skin under it, the shape of her mound.  I began to soap it, then
reached further down, to where her cunny lips met, forming a peak of skin
with a little cleft. To this day, I think that is the sexiest part of a
woman's pussy.  I looked up at her.
    "Should I wash you everywhere, Gracie? Should I clean you good, like
Mommy says we should?"  She nodded.
   "If you want to honey, you can. It's o.k."
    "Good, 'cause I think you are so pretty down there.  I can't wait
'till mine looks that way."  She spread her stance a little and I ran my
soapy, little fingers over her pink, womanly parts.  They were so soft.
I went a little further, sliding them between her lips, and then reached
my other hand in to pull one of her small, pink labia aside so that I
could watch as I soaped her redder, inner skin.  Gracie was taking
deeper, slower breaths with every stroke of my fingers.
   "Baby-girl, maybe that's not such a good idea."  Her words didn't
match her tone.  She loved the attention I was giving her, maybe more
than she thought she should.  I didn't want to stop, I liked finally
being able to see how Gracie was changing, and I liked making her feel
good.
     "Why?"
   "Oh, well...I don't know...I..."  She trailed off.

   "Does it hurt when I touch it?"  I knew it didn't, but I truly didn't
understand why she wouldn't want me to make her feel that warm glow that
I got when I touched myself down there.

   "No, hon, it's not that, it feels really good..."

   "I thought sisters were supposed to always make each other feel
good."  Gracie was lost, trapped in my innocent logic.

    "You're right, they are.  I just... Honey....When you play with me a
little, I like it.  I like it alot.  As a matter of fact, I don't want
you to stop.  But you wouldn't want to just sit around, playing with my
coochie, would you?  Wouldn't you get bored?"  She was trying to give me
a way out, but I didn't want to take it.  I had only just started, and I
wasn't ready to stop.
     "Gracie, I like playing with it.  I will play as long as you want me
to.  You can show me how to do it better, if I'm doing it wrong."  With
that, I leaned in and kissed her wonderful, womanly pussy. It was so
soft, the softest thing in the world.  "I love your coochie, Gracie."
She smiled and nodded.

   "O.K., baby-girl, then you just go ahead and play with it as much as
you want.  But we are running out of warm water.  I think shower time is
over."  She quickly soaped and rinsed the parts that I had missed, her
arms, her shoulders, her neck.  We stepped out of the shower and she
wrapped a big towel around us both.  We lay down on her bed together.
Chilled by the cool air-conditioning blowing across our damp bodies,
she pulled a blanket over us.  We snuggled up, and my hand went back to
her pussy again, feeling with my little fingers, exploring her.  I loved
thinking that soon I would be like that. I remember thinking that she was
so wet down there...so very wet down there... it couldn't all be from the
shower...but what if it was...what if I was the only one in the world
that got wet down there when I was feeling that warm glow...what if I was
just...different...I had to know if Gracie was feeling what I was
feeling...I was too shy to ask...

   "Gracie, you are still really wet down there, you better dry off.
Mommy says..."

   "Honey, I know what Mommy says, but that's not water.  When a girl
feels real good down there, she gets wet.  It comes from inside.  Don't
you ever get wet, baby-girl?"

    "Not that much... I wanna see..." And I did want to see.  I missed my
big sister, I knew that we were drifting apart as she entered her teens.
At the time, of course, I was a 9 year old who was very curious to see
how an older girl's pussy worked.  But looking back, it was awesome to
have something to bond us, to find a new way to grow closer.  I wanted to
know every womanly part of her, and hoped that she wanted to know every
part of me.
    I put my head under the sheets and wiggled on top of her, then slid
down between her legs.  Lifting the blanket to let some light in, I
peered at my sister's womanly pussy.

    "Gracie, I can't see, can you spread it out for me?"  She moved her
legs apart, wide apart, and I peered at the smooth pink folds.  They
seemed puffier, darker in color than they had in the shower, and they
were coated with shiny wetness.  I breathed deep, and smelled her
feminine, musky odor.  Reaching in with a finger, I explored her pouting
labia, and then slowly buried it in the slit.  Gracie gasped a little,
and pulled the blanket up to watch me.  I removed my finger, and showed
it to her, covered in her own juices.

   "Wow, Gracie, look how wet you are! And you are right, it's not
water..."  I put my finger to my nose and sniffed, loving the grown-up
smell on my hands, so much stronger than my scent.  Slowly, I put my
tongue out and touched it to my fingertip.  It tasted like sweat, but
without the salt, and something else, too, something secret,  something
uniquely "Gracie" that no-one but me knew about.
   "What's it taste like, Heather?  Is it nasty?"  I realized that she
had never tasted herself.  I loved to smell my hands and suck my fingers
after I touched myself.  I had just kinda figured that Gracie did too.
    "No, it's not nasty at all.  I like it. See.." I stuck my finger in
my mouth, licking it clean. "Mmmm...it's good.  I'll get some for you."
I put two fingers in her warm , wet vagina, moving them around, getting
them good and wet.  Gracie squirmed against my hand, and I pulled them
out and climbed up her body, laying on top of her.
   "Now, open your mouth and close your eyes, here comes a surprise!"
The words Mom used when she gave us medicine.  Gracie smiled, and closed
her eyes.  I put my fingers up to her lips.  She tested them with the tip
of her tongue, then slowly sucked them all the way into her mouth.
   "Do you want more of it, Gracie, or can I play with your cootchie
again?"

   "Honey, you can play with my cootchie all you want. I'll even show you
how to make it feel real good. Do you know what a clitoris does?"

    I rolled off of her and opened my legs up.  Spreading open my smooth,
hairless vagina, I pointed to my tiny little nub.  "It's that. It feels
good when you touch it."

   "That's right, that's your clittie.  Sweetie, that's what makes a girl
feel real good.  When I play with my clittie...it makes me feel...all
warm and tingly.  Even more than when you put your fingers in me.  Would
you like me to show you how to play with it? "  I nodded.
   "But, Gracie, can I still play down there, too?  I wasn't done yet. I
want to see what it's like if I put my fingers inside of you, more inside
of you, like , all the way in. Can I do that?"  Gracie nodded.
    "Just move very slow, and be very gentle, sissy."  She put a finger
on her pink nub of a clitoris and began to move it in a circle.  I
climbed back between her legs and put two of my fingers between the warm,
wet flesh of her pink lips and slid them in, very gently, as far as I
could without forcing them and moved them in circles, copying her,
feeling the sides of her moist tunnel.  Gracie let out a small moan.  She
had her eyes closed and her face was flushed. I pushed up a little
harder.

   "Hmmm, sissy, that feels real good.  Ohhh, honey, thank you for making
me feel so good, keep going a little deeper, baby, you can press a little
harder now...mmmm...."
   She was rubbing her clittie faster and faster, and my little hand was
covered in her juices as they now freely flowed.  She didn't feel quite
as tight around my fingers now, and I instinctively slid a third one into
her, snugging it up against the other two.  She gasped deeply and inched
her hips towards me, squeezing her inner muscles around the digits I had
buried inside of her.  Her hips began to buck, once, twice, then a third
time, and suddenly she tensed and began to quiver, her whole body
shaking. Her legs came together, trapping my fingers as her thighs shook.
    "eww..eww...eww..oh..eww.." She was almost meowing. "eww..eww...oh,
honey, please, you can stop for a second, please baby-girl..."  I slowly
withdrew my hand.  I kind of knew what had happened, I knew I had made
her feel good, but I didn't know how special that moment was for her.  I
crawled up next to her heaving chest, and curled my arms around her neck,
hugging her.
   "Did that feel good, Gracie?" I kissed her cheek as she caught her
breath.
   "Honey, that felt super-good...thank you sooo much.  That was the best
it ever felt, I've never had a...well, baby-girl, I think you just gave
me my first orgasm.  My first real one.  It's never been like that
before.  It felt....oh, I can't describe it, hon, but I hope that I can
make you feel that good someday."  She hugged me closer, and I began to
kiss her on the lips, like I had seen grown-ups do, not a quick peck, but
holding my lips there. She moved her lips over mine, and we shared a
long, soft embrace, just loving on each other, telling each other how
special that moment was and how we would do again...and again...and
always love each other...forever....
       Gracie drifted off, not quite asleep, but not awake either.
She was a bit worn down from the week at school and her early Saturday
morning.  I was brimming with energy, thrilled at what had just
happened.  We had agreed not to talk about it with anyone else, but I was
already dying inside, wanting to share it with someone.
         I didn't bother putting on clothes as I went down the hall to
check and see if the boys were in their room. I didn't often roam around
the house naked, but our family had very few taboos on nudity when it was
just us at home.    Their room was empty.  I went downstairs.  Mom had
left a note, saying that the boys were with her, grocery shopping.  Just
then, Dad walked in, his shirt off .  His tanned chest and back were
covered in grease..  He looked a little surprised and then gave me a big
smile.

    "Well, hey, there, beautiful.  You know, we spend all this money on
clothes for you kids, and here you are running around without even a
stitch covering your little, white butt...  Did your mommy give all your
clothes away to poor kids in Africa again?" He was teasing me, and I
giggled.

  "No, Daddy, I just didn't wanna put them on.  Did you give your shirt
away to the poor kids?"  I love the way he looked without a shirt.  Daddy
was every thing a man should be.  Strong, smart, funny and sometimes even
vulnerable. Dad was one of my best friends as I came of age.  I remember
how he cried with me when Pepe, our family dog died.

   "No, pumpkin, Daddy's been workin' on the tractor. Daddy smells bad
and Daddy is now going to spend the morning all dirty until Mommy get
home to scrub all the grease off of my back."  He didn't look too happy
as he said this.

   "What happened? Did you fix the tractor?"

   "Yep.  I fixed it good.  But I forgot to put the cap back on the
engine, baby.  I started it up, and ...."  He paused for effect.  Then he
threw his arms in the air.   "....BLAM!"  I shrieked, and then giggled.
"Oil all over your Daddy, hon.  That'll teach me."

    "Daddy?" I was thinking of the shower I just took, how fun it was,
how I had been so interested in getting a look at a naked boy, to look at
how a penis worked, to touch a grown-up one....

    "Yeah, sugar?"

   "Daddy, I need a shower too.  I don't wanna take one tonight, Jenny is
coming over to watch movies.  I can wash your back for you."  He looked
over at me, naked and small and innocent, looking up at him with my blue
eyes.  I somberly nodded and took his grease-smeared hand.  He resisted,
tugging back just a little, not moving.  I took a deep breath and
summoned my grown-up voice, my "Mommy" voice, that exasperated tone
children get when adults are stubborn.  It was a tone I usually reserved
for my siblings, and only on special occasions.

   "Come upstairs...and get in the shower...before you get grease all
over the clean kitchen! You don't want to get Mommy mad at you..."  I
tugged again, and this time he grinned.

   "Oh, I see, so since Mommy is gone, you are the woman of the house.
Well, yes ma'am, right away.  Oh, one more thing, angel..."  With that he
pulled my arm up and grabbed me around the waist, lifting me into his
arms.  Hugging me tight, he smeared his chest over mine, and then slipped
his oily hands down, scooping me up in his arms, one of my small, white
buttocks in resting in each of his big, grease-covered hands.. I looked
down. My pale chest was now covered with black smears.

   "O.K., baby-doll, now you need a shower.  Let's go."  I giggled again,
and as he held my bare butt in his hands, climbing the stairs, I was sure
to bounce around a little, working my legs around his waist until my
little vagina was against his belly.  I wanted to make sure that Daddy
had to wash me everywhere.  I was so excited, I couldn't wait to feel his
strong, callused hands rubbing all of my skin, everywhere.

   He set me down, feet first, on the toilet lid.  "Don't move, kiddo.
Like ya said, we can't get grease all over everything...and you are
covered in it!"  He smiled and began to undo his jeans.  I craned my neck
around to peer at my butt.  Sure enough, there was a dark, greasy hand
print on each cheek.  It sounds silly, but I wish sometimes that they
were still there, that they didn't wash off in the shower.  It made me
feel like I was more special than any girl in the world.

   Dad turned on the water, letting it warm.  I was staring at him,
drinking in his big, muscular arms, his flat belly. He unbuttoned his
jeans and dropped them in the hamper.  He stood there in a pair of Mickey
Mouse boxer shorts that Mom and I had bought as a Christmas gift for him,
his back to me, testing the water temperature with his hand. He hesitated
for a moment, then pulled down his boxers.  His sculpted buttocks were
the same pale white color as mine.
   Dad turned back to me, and there it was. His penis.  So different than
any of my girlish parts, like a separate part of him, swaying before my
eyes.  Daddy wasn't hard, not yet, but he wasn't soft either.  His member
curved over the pendulous sack hanging under it.  I know he saw me
checking him out. He stood for several moments, testing the water again
and I continued to stare.  He stepped a foot in the shower, leaned over,
put his hands around my waist and whisked me into the warm, steamy
shower.
    We were so natural together, me and Daddy.  He didn't have to say a
word.  He just handed me the soap with one hand, then returned it to hold
my little bottom, supporting my weight.  I began to soap his chest,
scrubbing away the grease.  He closed his eyes, and I washed his
neck, then moved my small hands to his face, being careful not to get
soap in his eyes.   He hiked me up a little so I could reach his hair,
and I shampooed him.

   When I finished, Dad cradled me with one arm began washing my front.
I locked my legs around his waist and leaned back a little, watching him
soap my chest. His tan, calloused hands looked so rough, yet he was so
gentle.  He moved down my belly, the outside of my thighs and finally to
the inside, nearer and nearer my hairless cleft. He stopped, and drew a
breath to speak.  I knew what he was going to say, and I didn't want to
hear it.  He was going to tell me that I should clean that part, he
shouldn't be cleaning me there, that I may not understand, but someday I
would, he was going to say that I was just a little girl and it wasn't
right... I spoke before he could say anything, finding the words  just
as he pulled his hand away.
    "...it's o.k.  i want you to touch me there...  i love you....  so
much...  daddy..."

   I slid forward, just a little, enough that his hand was against my
cootchie again.  He began washing it. I felt something touch my butt,
right in the middle, a warm kiss of flesh, and I knew Daddy's penis was
hard now.  All the way hard.  I looked into his eyes, and it all came
out.  All my secrets poured out.  I knew it was time. I spoke in a small
voice, a tiny voice, but not a little-girl voice...

    "...daddy?   i want to tell you some stuff.  i'm not a little girl.
...i have a secret...i'm going to get my period  soon...i feel it...my
body is changing...daddy...it's you, daddy...it's always been you...it
has to be you...i'll still be your little girl...i want to be a woman
too...please..."  I had rehearsed the words in my mind, but they still
came out wrong. I wondered if he understood what I was trying to say, and
knew that he would, he had to, I was his angel, his precious sweet
angel...

   Daddy didn't looked shocked.  He nodded seriously, considering his
words.

   "it will hurt, sweetie.  i don't want to hurt you."  The same small
voice I was using, full of care and love.  He didn't want to hurt me.

   "i know.  that's why i want you to do it. because you've never hurt
me."

   "if you tell me to stop, i'll stop."

   "i won't."

    Then we were kissing.  I went from his little girl to his lover in
that moment.  Time stood still.  I clung to his waist with my legs,
grinding myself into his body as he traced my lips with his tongue.  I
wiggled down a little, feeling his hardness pushing up against my little
buttocks.  I lowered my legs, letting him hold me against his body, and
felt it between my legs.  I pressed them together, loving the way it felt
against my inner thighs.  It slid up against my most private, sensitive
area...then past it, to my belly as he set me down.  I took a step back,
and there it was, bobbing in front of me, my daddy's beautiful penis, so
hard and manly.  I took it in both hands and kissed it, then tongued it,
as loving and gentle as the embrace we had just shared.
     When I was satisfied that it was real, that this was actually
happening, I released his swollen member.   Daddy and I finished washing
the patches of grime from each other.  We dried each other off, and
climbed into the big bed in his room, the one that I used to run to when
I had a bad dream, the place that I snuggled and felt safe and warm and
loved.  I spread my legs, opening my hairless vagina, showing him it's
soft, pink insides.  He kissed me all over my belly and thighs, and then
began to lick and tongue and suck...I felt so warm, and began to get
wet.  Daddy got something on his hands from a bottle, and when his
fingers touched me, they were wet, too, slipping and sliding over me,
then, ever so slowly, I felt one going inside of me.  I was tight against
it, and he took his time, letting me adjust and stretch. After a couple
of minutes he moved it out, just as slowly, then back in...and out...and
in.

    "one more, now, daddy, one more..."

   "o.k. baby, here it comes, real slow, up inside my girl...so slow..."

  I felt two fingertips pressing into me now, and he was going very
slow....seconds turned to minutes.  We kissed and whispered silly, loving
things at each other and he slid further into his baby girl, stretching
me. Then out....then in...out..in.. feeling my innermost, secret skin,
skin no one but me had ever touched.
   "three, honey..?  or no....?"

   "please, daddy, yes, three now, then i think i will be ready."    I
let stretch me further, his fingers were smushing together inside of my
body, squeezed together by the pressure in my tight, pink tunnel. I felt
something give a little, a quick tear, and I was wet inside, wetter than
I ever had been.

   "it just broke, daddy, it didn't even hurt, i think i'm ready now..."

   His fingers eased out of me.  I saw the question coming before he
asked it.

   "don't ask again, please.  i want this...i want it so badly,
daddy...please...I dream about it..."

   Daddy nodded and kissed me and whispered more loving things in my
ear.   I felt him put the head of his penis between my legs.  He pushed,
just a little, and his cock-head was straining to be inside of me, trying
to squeeze into my small hole.  He didn't push any harder, he just let it
sit there, begging to be let into my body.  Slowly, my little girl-pussy
responded, opening just a little more, and Daddy was inside of me, hard
and soft at the same time, filling me, stretching me.  I worked my hips
down, a millimeter at a time, working his shaft into my tight, wet hole.
He throbbed inside of me, I could feel the heat, every vein that was
pounding blood to his swollen organ.  I went until I thought I had taken
it all, until I was sure Daddy's penis was all the way in, and I looked
down, gasping at the heat in my belly.  I could see inches of his rigid
shaft between my legs, waiting to be inside his little girl.  I wanted
them all.  I wanted all of him inside me.  I braced myself and thrust
down a little harder on his penis, and more of it slid in, at least
another inch.  I felt like every part of my insides were being pushed
aside to make room for that big...cock..daddy's cock.  I bore down again,
and took another inch.  Then another.  I felt his pubic hair against my
hairless vagina and looked down, exhilarated, exhausted.  daddy's
cock..daddy's cock...it ran through my mind, over and over, so wonderful,
those words....  I lay there, feeling my insides stretching, and he
knew...he knew to sit there, not to move,  just feeling me adjust to all
of the hard, urgent flesh in my little pussy.  After a few minutes, the
burn of pain subsided, and I began to feel the heat of desire.  I was
ready.  I had wanted to say three dirty, filthy words for so long, he
wanted me to say them too, I know he did, he was waiting for me to look
him in the eye and say them....

  "fuck me, daddy"

  "yes, baby...yes..."

   He pulled out a little, then a little more, then pushed forward a
little, then back a little, back a little, then forward again.  I gasped
as I felt his huge member moving in my body, and a wave of pleasure
wracked my body.  I gripped his neck, pulling him close, feeling his
breath mingle with mine before we kissed.  He pushed again, then pulled
almost all the way out.  I thrust forward with my hips, pushing him
deeper, it hurt but it felt so good, and I wanted him to come in me, I
didn't care about anything else, I wanted to feel him coming inside of
me, to know what it was like to have sperm dripping out of my insides,
all over my thighs,  to coat my hairless pussy and make it all wet and
slick and hot....

   "please, daddy, i want to make you feel good...please, tell me how
good i make you feel..."

   "oh, baby, you make me feel so good, i feel so...oh...ungh...oh..." I
tightened around him as he began to gasp, wrapping my legs around his
hips, there was no way I could hold him if he wanted to pull his penis
out, but I knew, I just knew, he wanted to come inside of his little
girl.

   "oh...UNGH...OH...OHHHHHHH!...."  He moaned in pleasure, and I watched
his face as he began to jerk and shake, being careful even in his passion
not to drive too deep into me.  I felt wetness inside of me, my daddy's
sperm, hot against the tight walls of my vagina.  He spasmed again, and
more wetness, my insides were full as his hard penis geysered fluid into
me.  Again, this time with less force, and he held me close, not moving.
I lay there basking in warmth, feeling him inside of me, me enveloping
him.  I could feel him getting softer, and the urgent pressure inside me
eased a little.  We kissed and rubbed noses and kissed again.

 "baby, how much do you love me?"

  "forever and ever, infinity...and more...."

  "did i hurt you..?"

   "daddy....?"

   "yes, precious..."

   "ask me if you made me feel good..."

   "did i make you feel good, darling?"

   "better than anyone has ever made me feel.  did i make you feel good,
daddy?"

   "yes, sweetie, you made daddy feel even better than the best anyone
could ever make him feel.  now, honey, i need to know, did i hurt you?"

   "no.  a little. but in a good way.  daddy, can you do it again,
without taking it out of me first?  i think the second time, it wouldn't
hurt any..."

    "oh, is that what you think, sugar pie?  i don't think your poor old
dad can keep up with you....sometimes, boys need to rest after they are
done."

   "hmmm...daddy, i can feel you getting bigger inside of me. do you want
me to say it again?  i will if you want me to..."

   "why don't you say it first.. and then we'll see what happens,
angel..."


    I clamped down a little on his semi-rigid member, and felt blood
flowing into it.  My insides were a little sore, but I didn't know when I
would be able to do this again, to share myself with the man I loved most
in the world.  When I spoke, my words were barely audible, I wasn't even
sure that I said them aloud.

   "fuck me, daddy...please..."

   "oh, baby...yes....you make daddy feel so good..."

   That's all I ever wanted to do.  I love you, Daddy...still, after all
these years, I love you more than any other man, even my own husband.  I
love you so, much....thank you....