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 Another ADULTS ONLY story by Lolileah (MF, FF, reluc, oral, 1st, inc,
interr, preg?)

   Every girl remembers their first time.  It's one of those life
experiences, a rite of passage into adulthood.  We also remember who was
our first and the kind of person they were.  This is the story of my
defloration.

   It happened on the night of my 18th birthday.  My friends had thrown a
party in my honor and I had a beer or two.  We ate, drank and were merry.
That wasn't the problem.  That conflict came later.

   I'll admit my fault for part of the night.  I was speeding home,
obviously a bit buzzed, because otherwise I would be late for curfew.  The
red lights in my rearview mirror were a sobering sight yet not enough to
make the alcohol leave my system or reverse my speeding.  Surely this can't
get any worse.

   It got worse.  I looked in the side mirror and it was my dad walking up
to my car, the car he had bought for my 16th birthday.  Great!

   He didn't seem surprised to find his daughter at the wheel.  I suppose
he had to have my license plate number for insurance purposes and it was a
small town.  Just my luck he couldn't get off for my birthday so I had to
make other plans.

   "I am very disappointed in you, Michelle!  Over the speed limit, over
the limit for alcohol.  I can smell the beer from here.  I was hoping to
end the shift without any incidents like this.  I'll follow you home so you
don't get hurt or try to escape punishment." His voice was stern and it was
his disappointed look that made me feel worse than if he'd erupted angrily
at my stupid behavior.

   "Yes, daddy" I said meekly, my head slumping against the steering wheel.
There was no escaping our small town, no roads I could escape down.  I
started the car again and drove home, dad right on my tail.

   It was perhaps the longest and worst drive of my short life.  I wanted
it never to end though because then I would have to face the music.  How
could this night get any worse?

   That question is one you should never ask.  Life is a bitch and she
loves that challenge.  She always wins.

   I pulled the car into the garage and daddy pulled in beside me.  I was
really going to get it now.

   "Come along, Michelle.  Just because you're legally an adult now doesn't
mean you can still do such childish stunts.  There are consequences when
you're an adult, always a price to pay."

   "I know that, daddy.  Really, I do." He stepped forward and locked my
wrists in handcuffs wrapped over the faucet in the kitchen that was shaped
like a shepherd's staff so I couldn't get them back over.

   "Michelle, I should have you locked up for underage drinking.  Friends
too.  I won't under one condition though." My dad laid a sharp smack across
my ass.  I was definitely too old for a spanking but I had a very short,
very slutty miniskirt on with no panties underneath.

   The slap was unexpected enough that I jumped which was a mistake.  My
movements rubbed my clit against the rounded corner of the island, the cool
stone doing things a daddy shouldn't witness from his little girl.  I
closed my mouth just in time to trap my whorish moans.

   Daddy kept smacking my butt and I only held back some of the moans.  He
flipped up my short skirt to inspect his work.  He traced my pussy drool up
my legs to their source.  His lewd behavior made me feel even more like a
slut than my wardrobe choices.

   I knew I was in trouble from the belt sound as it slid through the belt
loops of his pants.  First to be hit by his hand and next by his leather
whip?  I wasn't into spankings but this seemed like borderline abuse of
power.

   I cringed as I felt his warm cock against my body.  It wasn't so much
that it was daddy's but I'd never had a man yet and I was undoubtedly about
to be raped.  Screaming wouldn't save me; there were no houses nearby.

   "Just let it happen, Michelle.  This is the price for not getting locked
up.  You have a one in five chance of being raped as a college freshman.  I
doubt you would get the same consideration.  Relax and let it happen. 
There's no escape, no point fighting.  Just relax."

   "I'll try daddy." He was right, much as I hated to admit it.  Strangely
I didn't hate the idea of being cherry popped by my dad.  He's a handsome
fellow and parents have taught their children about sex for years.  My sex
ed would just have hands-on demonstrations.

   Daddy ran his fingers lightly up my spine and I shivered at his touch.
He nibbled my ear, kissed my neck and blinding pain shot through my nether
regions.  I wanted to scream but my tears wouldn't let me.

   "I am really sorry I had to hurt you, baby.  Daddy loves you despite
what I just did.  We don't have to continue.  I think you have learned your
lesson."

   "I have but I would hate to leave a job unfinished.  You taught me
better than that.  I don't want you to have blue balls because some tease
didn't deliver.  You can keep going, daddy."

   Having my permission, dad kept on.  He didn't last long before I felt
his hot semen deep inside me, his dick getting even bigger before creaming
his only daughter's once-innocent, tight-as-fuck snatch.

   "I love you so much, sweetheart!" he said as he emptied his nuts into
me.

   "Will you still love me when you learn my punishment isn't ended, that
you might have just impregnated your little girl?" I wasn't too worried.  I
was his only child and he'd just taken my virginity.  Lots of guys probably
wished they filled my daddy's shoes.

   "Of course, Michelle.  If you are okay with not being on birth control
and the very real potential to get pregnant, I'm not going to treat you
like a child.  You'll always be daddy's little girl but nothing can ever
change that." He whispered his whole speech into my ear, his warm breath
tickling not only my skin above but also somehow my skin below.  I really
wished he'd get his stiffy back for round 2 already.

   "Of course it's okay with me.  Since that gold-digging whore of a mother
left you, I'm told we're married after a fashion.  The oldest male and
female that can make kids together.  Besides, just because you blew your
wad in me doesn't automatically make me pregnant.  A lot can go sideways.
Maybe I'm incapable of bearing children, maybe your sperm have your sense
of direction, maybe it just takes a bunch of sex to get results.  Isn't the
possibility that you knocked your little girl up hot as hell though?"

   "Of course, baby.  Just one second." I heard his footsteps patter off to
his bedroom and the sound of a drawer opening and closing before he
returned.  He unlocked the handcuffs around my wrists and I chafed them to
get the blood flowing again.

   Daddy sat me in the chair mom used to sit in when we ate as a family
before kneeling in front of me.

   "Melissa Jo Adams, I have loved you since I first laid eyes on you.  It
might seem creepy to say that I've watched you grow.  I'm glad to be your
father, glad that you're such an amazing woman.  I would be the happiest
man in the world should you say you'd like to be not only my little girl
but also my wife as well.  Melissa, will you marry me?"

   I held out my hand for the ring I'd fantasized about wearing, a perfect
fit as I knew it would be.  I was glad that my selfish whore mother had
left it when she left us with nothing but hurtful words for my not rich
father and a hole in her daughter's life.  I was more deserving of daddy
than she ever was, she didn't appreciate all that he did for her, unlike
me.

   I led my dearest daddy to the master bedroom.  Now the master had a
mistress and I would be a more loyal one than she-who-will-not-be-named. 
As I walked I removed the rest of my clothes before pushing my new
fiance/daddy/baby daddy?  onto the bed and straddling him.

   Making love to daddy, and I'd never label it fucking, made for an
amazing wedding night.  We couldn't legally marry but we could still do
adult things in the privacy of our nest/home/sanctum.  It's why my new
husband's next words came as such a surprise.

   "My dearest, do you not wish you could also put a ring on someone's
finger since you can't put one on mine?" His serious face told me this was
not a joke.

   "I don't think I'm worthy.  I have you and you are more than a girl
deserves, definitely more than the ungrateful cow that is my mother." Even
now, even when I brought it up, she still got me all worked up.

   "You know that isn't what I meant.  We can't marry each other publicly
but you could marry someone else." He seemed hopeful, whatever plan he was
concocting in his mind.  I had better at least listen before I deflated his
hopes.

   "I guess you'd best tell your new wife and boss." I'd heard that's how
marriage was supposed to work but really I was just joking.  Perhaps it
explained why so many marriages fail, men don't like a woman barking
orders. They could join the military for that and the military doesn't want
a lifelong commitment.  "Go on then, husband-daddy."

   "Since gay marriage is legal, why not put a ring on your best friend's
finger and maybe a baby in her belly."

   "You mean my black cheerleading best friend, Katherine Lyn, nickname
Katelyn, the black girl with the whitest name ever?"

   "The very same.  I saw how close you too walked next to each other after
cheer camp.  Clearly something happened between you two.  I figured you two
would make a great match." He finished, probably expecting his idea to be
ripped to shreds, that I would veto it with my new wife powers.

   I blushed a fierce shade of scarlet I'm sure.  The memory of camp was
still fresh in my mind since it had only been a week ago.  "Yes, we can do
that and I'll explain why.  Give me a second.  I bet you'd just love to
have another girl's virginity and carrying your child, wouldn't you?"

   My new husband-daddy looked hopeful since I hadn't refused.  Girls
fantasize about threesomes and lesbian stuff just like boys do, maybe more.
"I would hardly be a man if I said I hadn't thought about it.  It does seem
up your perverted daddy's alley." Had to admit, it certainly did.

   "Well, you are right.  Something did happen between us at camp.  You
didn't imagine it (or maybe you did).  It doesn't matter.  As you know, our
boyfriends didn't come not from a lack of desire but because they weren't
on the squad.  All our friends did have theirs so they went to the social
that night, probably got wasted and groped, probably even got fucked,
little hussies!  So it was just the two of us girls alone and miserable in
our cabin."

   Katelyn suggested we tell each other secrets but we aren't the kind of
friends that keep secrets from each other so I said no.  You need a group
for spin the bottle so that was out.  She's the one who decided how we'd be
spending the evening.

   'Melissa, I do have a couple secrets.  First is that I only really got a
boyfriend because it was expected of me.  Our boyfriends are horny
douchenozzles.  It's amazing they haven't taken our innocence by force.'

   "I know what you mean and you're right.  They don't deserve us.  What
was your other secret?" The revelation about our boyfriends was hardly a
shocker (they wanted us to open our legs for them all the time!) but this
other secret had me on the edge of my seat.  'Here's my other secret,' she
said as her lips just barely touched mine, 'I have a few things I'd like to
do and no better, less judgmental person than you to do it with.  I'm a bit
curious how the whole girl-girl thing works.'

   I knew there was no recourse for me to answer whether it was yes or no.
I brought my face close to hers, took her cheeks in my hands and kissed her
back.  "Our little secret." For the next half an hour we made out, lips and
hands touching and memorizing the details of the other's body.  When we
were finished, we were both naked and panting.  "Oh, what the hell.  I know
you're just as curious to see where this leads.  Let's see why guys don't
want to eat our fine pussies.  Our secret." I pulled her legs apart and
could see no viable reason our boyfriends didn't want such a beautiful
girl's snatch in their faces.  I meant it.  She was beautiful and it's not
like she was any hairier than I was.

    -œI bet you -(TM)d love a chance to impregnate her.  It's only natural
for a man to want to pass on his genetics.  Really I just want to be
pregnant around the same time.  It would make us even closer.  The
condition I have is that you have to prove that you know how to use your
mouth on a girl the way we learned how.  The position doesn't matter so
long as you get us off :)"

   Daddy looked relieved.  "I won't have to kill a dragon, just eat the
pussies of two attractive ladies?"

   "That is erect," I said as indeed that's what he had become.  I buried
the entire length of his sword easily in my sheath.  "Of course not. 
Dragons died with the unicorns, everyone knows that.  We just want to know
you are worthy of us and can do the same things we can should one of our
number be away for some reason.  You are up for the challenge, I see." He
was creaming in my vagina again which set off my orgasm and ended with my
body on his chest.  "I really do love you, daddy!"

   "I should be the one saying that, princess.  Apple of my eye, fruit of
my loins."

   I didn't answer, lost in thought as I was.  I was going to marry my best
friend, a cheerleader.  Lucky!  And I had my father's permission, what's
more.

   The next day I went over to her house.  Naturally I had a case of nerves
but every proposal is this way until the asker hears a yes from the asked.
Fortunately I was already known so Katelyn's mother let me in without too
many questions.  I went up to my (hopefully) future wife's room.

   "Michelle!  It's been too long!  You know you're always welcome here. 
Don't be such a stranger." With any luck she would be this excited about
the prospect of marriage or to see her new wife after it.

   "I didn't exactly come here for a play date.  I had a question, a rather
serious dilemma.  Hear me out."

   "Spill, girl!  I love it when you get serious especially when..."

   "Sh!  Not so loud.  This has nothing to do with that.  Ok, maybe a
little but that isn't the main story.  You know that party the other
night?"

   "How could I forget your drunk karaoke?"

   She was in stitches all of a sudden remembering.

   "Sure, laugh it up.  I wasn't drunk though.  I'd have to be a real
lightweight to get blitzed on one beer.  I just suck at singing.  The real
story is that I got pulled over for speeding on the way home.  By my dad.
He took my virginity as payment for not getting busted for speeding and
underage drinking.  He didn't really give me a choice." I couldn't not tell
her.  She was my best friend and we'd promised to tell each other when we
lost our v-cards.

   "OMG!  Do you require a rape counselor?" She had her arms around my neck
now and wouldn't let me go.

   "It started out as a rape, technically, but it ended the way our times
together ended and with a proposal."

   "Hold up.  So your dad, the man whose nuts you came out of, rapes you
and then proposes?  Is he some kind of monster?  What did you tell him?" At
least she wasn't nearly choking me with her hug anymore.

   I took off my glove and showed her my ring.  "I said yes of course.  We
might be pregnant."

   "Shut up!  So he pops you, proposes and knocks you up in 24 hours? 
Damn, girl!  And you even said yes.  Are you high?" She was looking at me
like I had gone batshit crazy or something.

   "Not crazy.  Isn't it what you're supposed to do, lose your innocence to
the guy you marry?  Besides, it isn't unprecedented.  That isn't even the
full story.  We can't legally marry of course so it's not like this ring is
some binding contract.  That's why I'm here.  I realize after our
experimenting at cheer camp our relationship become more sexual.  It was
our drug.  But it was only an addition to a great relationship.  You're my
very best friend, there isn't even a contest.  It may seem out of the blue
to ask but it's not illegal.  I don't only want to spend my life with
daddy, I'd still be incomplete.  I want to wake next to you too.  Katherine
Lyn, will you make me a whole woman and marry me?  Even if that isn't what
you want, I hope this won't ruin our friendship." I had done my whole
speech on one knee, hands clasping hers, meeting her gaze the hardest thing
I'd ever done.

   "Shut your facehole!  You're serious?" I nodded.  "Of course I'll marry
you, stupid!  Try and stop me.  You're right that your dad's a handsome
guy. He was good enough to warrant getting your virginity, he can have mine
on our wedding night too.  Let's not have some big elaborate thing.  It
doesn't matter so much.  We only need our families.  My parents are gonna
flip out and say we're too young and that marrying another girl is just
wrong.  Just you watch." She held out her finger and I put the engagement
ring I'd gotten for her on.  "I suppose we should face the music." She gave
me a smile and a kiss that made it tempting never to leave though I knew we
must.  I got to my feet and pulled her to hers.

   I took her by the hand as we walked down the stairs.  Katelyn called her
parents into the living room and sat them both down on the couch.

   "Mom, dad, I have an announcement to make." Her mom cut in.

   "The cops are after you for stealing that ring.  I knew it.  Black
people never get a break!"

   Katelyn put her hands on her hips, never a great sign from any woman. 
"Shut your sweet potato piehole!  Were this ring actually stolen, the pigs
would be right to chase after such a criminal.  Michelle just proposed up
in my room and I accepted.  I know she didn't ask for my hand but that's
old-fashioned and only boys have to do that, right?  I know you'll say
we're too young but we're 18 and we'll find a way.  Plenty of couples in
long and committed relationships got hitched at our age or younger."

   "Well it's about time," Katelyn's mother chimed in.   -œA mother always
knows when her little girl is more than friends with somebody." Her support
was encouraging to be sure but she was only one parent.

   "I won't have any grandchildren to spoil?  That's a harsh blow to take.
But your love is what matters, don't listen to a bitter and selfish old
fart like me." Despite his words, Katelyn -(TM)s dad still slumped in his
chair, defeated.

   "Never heard of sperm donors or adoption, daddy?  We've already worked
it out." Not entirely true but all fine if he bought it.  "Liking girls too
doesn't mean you don't want kids."

   "Well, I suppose that's alright then.  It would have been nice to be
asked..." and here he looked daggers in my direction like I was trying to
steal his daughter "...but I'll give my blessing anyway.  When's the
ceremony and how much will it cost me?"

   "Nothing, sir.  We chose to have just family in an outdoor setting to
save money and to have it soon.  Just bring yourselves, maybe a present or
two and that delicious cooking and we'll call it square.  Never did starve
when I came here.  Thank you, sir and may I say that I admire your
practicality?" It took my fiancee pulling my arm to break up the
butt-kissing.  I grabbed her hand to tell my daddy, our potential baby
daddy, that KL had agreed.

   It's not hard to imagine daddy was happy to hear the news.  Popping and
fertilizing two daughters probably had him hard as a rock.  Honestly don't
blame the guy.  I'd be the same way in his shoes.

   "I don't think we've ever been introduced sir.  I'm Michelle's fiancee,
Katherine Lyn but you can call me Katelyn.  My friends all do except your
daughter.  She nicknamed me KL.  I don't mind." Daddy didn't need to know
my pet name for her so I squeezed her hand a bit more tightly than
necessary but of course it was too late.

   "You can call me daddy.  Michelle does..." I looked daggers at him as he
met my gaze and he got the message not to continue with "...and it's so
hot!" Instead he said "...so I see no reason you shouldn't too.  Welcome to
our family.  Who is taking whose name or are you putting a hyphen?"

   We really hadn't thought of or discussed it but she said she'd take my
name before I could tell daddy my thoughts.

   "I will just leave you both to it then.  You have lots to discuss I'm
sure.

   "Daddy," I said, "one quick thing before you go for our ceremony.  Will
you escort me down the aisle and be my best man?  KL will be given away by
hers and isn't it tradition?  I'm not sure how it works in lesbian weddings
since every one I've been to was a straight wedding."

   "Whatever you want, sweetie.  It's your day, both of you.  Do whatever
works for you.  There are no rules for perfect ceremonies.  It's up to the
couple.  You two are the only ones who matter." It wasn't all that moving
but I found myself a little teary anyway.  KL hugged me and we retired to
my room.  I don't think we got much planning done.  ;)

   "I'm still a virgin," she said when we'd wrapped up round 1.  "I have to
admit I'm a bit scared.  I know it can fit inside and it's the best way to
get pregnant but doesn't it still hurt like hell?" I knew my future little
wife was really afraid so I ditched any thought of fucking with her.  "It
did for my first, sure, but not all girls are the same.  Remember that ho
bag, Megan?  Her first time didn't hurt so she banged the whole football
team and got both syphilis and herpes.  What a slut!" It was true and she'd
become outcast.

   "Well it still seems scary.  I guess that's meant to discourage girls
from trying it too soon."

   "Come here," I said when she didn't look convinced.  "Maybe it hurts at
first, maybe it doesn't.  Maybe you bleed and maybe you don't.  It doesn't
hurt forever.  After a while it gets really, super nice.  Remember that
first orgasm you had or the one I gave you?  It's at least that awesome. 
Besides, making a baby is the fun part.  The after is what sucks.  Boys and
girls have done it for thousands of years.  It's natural.  Should you still
be worried, I set up a trial for daddy to earn us and he agreed.  You know
that thing we did at cheer camp?  If he can't do that, he doesn't deserve
to have you or me."

   Katelyn looked a bit more at ease as I held her in my lap now.  "I hope
he does a great job on us.  I haven't sworn off men entirely, just our
boyfriends.  I'd like daddy to be worthy of us, worthy of impregnating his
daughters.  I want him to make this threesome family complete.  Might be
too late for you of course, babe.  Daddy!" Katelyn called out in a
panicked, drawn-out tone.  This could only end well for both of us.

   I heard footsteps pounding up the stairs.  Good to know daddy could
respond so fast.  :) His face peeked into my room which I had left open. 
He looked a little worried but sort of aroused to see his daughters naked.

   "Are you okay, baby doll?  Is something wrong?" He couldn't hide the
erection in his sweat pants though.

   "I was testing to see if you'd come like a good husband but I need you
to prove yourself to me and your biological daughter.  It's time for you to
worship our pussies like you were squirted out of them and not going to
squirt into them.  Daddy, please eat us out!" I knew she wasn't really my
sister but the implication of incest turned me on regardless.  What
position was I in to judge, the girl whose rape at the hands of her father
had ended so pleasantly?  I had no grounds to criticize my fiancee and I
really wanted to see what daddy could do with his mouth.

   "Open your legs and hold yourself open for daddy, baby doll." I could
see the wetness from our previous lovemaking and it got my juices flowing.
Daddy bent down and started nibbling her thighs and worked his way up to
his dessert.  He lapped at her like a dog dying of thirst and every upward
stroke ended on her clit.  Katelyn was moaning the way I couldn't stop
myself that fateful night and when he focused all his attention on sucking
and nibbling it, her ebony hands turned almost ivory she was gripping the
sheets so hard.  Her body convulsed as if she was being electrocuted and
then went limp.

   My love only said two words when she had caught her breath: You pass. 
Dad had a huge silly grin on his face when he turned and said his two
2-word sentences: Get ready.  You're next.

   Suffice it to say he got the approval of both of his daughters a time or
two including once with her atop me and daddy licking both of us at the
same time.

   He had certainly earned a place as daddy and sperm donor.  The two of us
got married the week after.  It was the week that KL was most fertile and
possibly the only time I'd be able to fit in my dress should I turn out to
be carrying daddy's child after all.

   I'd like to think I marched up the aisle with daddy like a queen.  Every
girl dreams of her wedding day.  Still, as I stood beside him and watched
Katelyn and her father advancing toward us, I realized how short of
queen-like I had fallen.

   Mercifully the service was short and I soon found myself lifting my
black beauty's veil and giving her a kiss that had to embarrass our
assembled families.

   The preacher was obviously not familiar with girls marrying girls and
pronounced us man and wife.  I wasn't even mad.

   The reception was catered by her family, great cooks as they were. 
Greens, BBQ pig with special sauce, all kinds of delicious Southern foods.
Even the cake was amazing.

   Our wedding night, before our honeymoon, was spent at my house.  Katelyn
was cuffed the same way I was at her request She wanted to be defiled and
possibly knocked up the same way I was.  She screamed and fought as her
hymen ripped on our daddy's dick but calmed down as the good overwhelmed
the pain.

   Who knows if daddy even could get both of his little girls knocked up
but fuck was it fun to try!