The divorce had been Alison’s idea, but Mark wasn’t particularly opposed. He wasn’t going to grovel. And now they were separated he mostly felt it as a big relief.
Katy, their 13-year-old daughter -- even that wasn’t such a problem. Alison naturally got custody. Mark got every other weekend. They also had dinner together every Wednesday. Because they had so little time together, he made it a point to clear his schedule and focus on her when they had time together. In fact, they spent as much time together this way as they had before, and it was happier time. No more listening to Alison nagging Katy all the time about little things, and Katy’s sarcastic defiance and occasional passionate outbursts.
Mark had a desktop computer in his dining area, and that’s the one Katy was to use when she was there. He’d made a rule for her. When she arrived for the weekend, she was to hand him her phone, he’d power it down and then return it to her when she left. If he was going to only have a weekend with her, he wanted her full attention. Somewhat to his surprise, she hadn’t argued with him about it.
On Sunday evening, after he had returned Katy to Alison’s, he noticed a text file in the “Documents” folder. The title was “Girl Thoughts”. It wasn’t marked confidential, and she had her own folder for “Katy’s Documents”.
Puberty. They told me about it in advance, and there were manuals to read. Yeah, my body changed, just like they said it would. Aching chest as the boobs grew in. I got periods -- they were manageable, but despite the cheery spin everyone gives, they’re gross and they hurt like hell. I got moody sometimes.
And then there were those prim lines about, “You may notice boys more and feel interested in them.”
Oh, boy. I’d been masturbating since I was little without knowing what it was. I just knew I could make myself feel good, and after a while I’d get this big pleasure and release. I did it a couple times a week, maybe.
But with puberty ... The guys looked different. Mostly men -- the boys my age were still like little kids, and when they got to be pimply and awkward that wasn’t an improvement. But men. Mr. Chase, the English teacher ... Ooooo.
Then I saw porn for the first time. The first time I saw a guy mounting a girl and sticking his penis in, I thought, “I want that!” I wanted a man, I wanted to see that big penis, and I wanted to feel it force its way into my vagina. My pussy got hot and wet as I looked. Because it wanted that cock on the screen. I wanted a man very much like that one with his stiff cock to appear right there, and I wanted him to shove it way up my pussy. As soon as I was alone in my bedroom, I pulled down my panties and masturbated. I came quick, and it felt great as usual. But it wasn’t enough. I stuck a finger in my pussy and shoved it in and out. The right idea, but not enough. I gave myself an orgasm and tried to think about other things but ten minutes later I was masturbating again. I stuck in two fingers. I felt a tear and there was a little blood. I didn’t care. Another orgasm and more restless fidgeting, staring at a homework book without seeing what was on the page. I stuck in three fingers and shoved them in as far as I could, then fucked them in and out. More the right idea, but not enough. I masturbated with the one hand while I shoved the fingers in and out with the other. I had another big orgasm. Still not enough. I wanted that cock in my pussy. I wanted a big, muscular man like that to lie on me. I wanted to get drunk on all that masculinity. But most of all I wanted the cock in my pussy, all the way in my pussy, deep, banging in and out. That’s what I wanted. That’s what I still want. And I can’t have it, and that sucks. That sucks so much. I can masturbate three times a day, and it helps a little to calm me down, but it’s not the same as getting fucked. I want to get fucked!
“You may feel interested in boys.” Bullshit. I want to get fucked by a big man, fucked hard and fast. I want to get fucked over and over again! I feel like I’ll die if I don’t get it soon.
Naturally Mark got very hard reading that.
He’d noticed Katy developing, of course. If his cock had occasionally started swelling, he had quickly talked it into subservience. Sometimes it seemed like she was flirting with him, but he ignored it like a good daddy. But he’d had no hint of the ferocious desire brewing in Katy.
Katy was adopted, something she had been told from an early age. Alison didn’t want to bring babies into the world when there were already babies who needed good homes. Mark had wanted his own babies, but Alison was adamant, so he had to give in. He didn’t want to adopt a baby from China or Korea or South American who didn’t look like him. Fortunately they’d been lucky to get an Anglo baby, and that was Katy. One was enough, Alison said, though Mark would have wanted more. Why not get Katy a sister? Even if she was from China, Mark offered as a compromise? But Alison would not be moved.
What should he make of Katy’s “story”? He decided she had intended him to find it. She certainly couldn’t talk about this stuff with her mother, who was prudish and uncomfortable about sexual matters. Alison herself had not been a wildly enthusiastic sex partner in the best of times. Once they married, her interest in sex had dropped of markedly, and after Katy arrived she dutifully made herself available for Mark’s carnal satisfaction once a month as a wifely duty -- unless she was mad at him about something.
Katy was really horny. She wanted a man. He wondered about his friend Bill. Bill thought just about any female was hot, and he’d even remarked on Katy once in passing, back before the divorce.
It would be illegal, of course. But Katy’s desire was so strong. And if she didn’t find any of her classmates interesting, he couldn’t blame her. If it was safe sex ... He’d never tell ... She’d never tell...
Well, he could write a story. A story was just a story.
“Hey Bill,” said Carl. “You know my girl Mary?”
“Oh, yeah, Mary. How’s she doing?”
“She’s fine, but she’s got a problem. She’s horny. Like incredibly horny. I feel real sorry for her. I just said she’s fine, but maybe she’s not so fine.”
“Hey, she’s, what, 12?”
“No, she’s 14 now. Just had her birthday. And not a late bloomer by any means.”
“You like her?”
“Oh, yeah. She sure is hot! Jail bait, though.”
“It’s only a risk if it’s discovered. She’d never tell.”
“Oh, man. That would be crazy. Incredibly hot, but crazy.”
Two weeks later Mark noticed Katy was on his computer a lot on Saturday, working intently on something. After she went to bed he naturally looked to see if there was something in the shared documents area.
“More Girl Thoughts”
If you’re like most girls, you’d like more affection from you daddy.
Some basics for getting daddy love:
Be a very good little girl. Keep your things neat. Set the table when asked. Don’t have tantrums. Keep your hair neatly combed and wear pretty clothes. Say sweet and nice things to your daddy. Tell him how glad you are to see him. Ask him to explain things. Thank him for working hard so you can all have nice things.
Touch him. Take his hand. Sit beside him and lean against him. Sit in his lap. Snuggle against him. Kiss him on the cheek sometimes, just for fun.
That works when you’re a little girl, but what about when you get to be a bigger girl? When you’re a big girl you start wanting other things. You start needing other things.
You know by now that your private parts are special. Men and big boys think they’re special too. They want to play with them in a way that’s rude and invasive. That’s why they’re private, because they’re special and you don’t want to share them with just anyone.
But your private parts also don’t want to be alone. They really like the idea of that thing where men are rude and invasive -- if it’s the right man. Who’s the right man? One who knows a lot, who’s big and strong and successful, and one who’s handsome. But you also want someone who loves you a lot, and who you love a lot. One who has a strong connection with you and commitment to you. And who’s that? Why, your daddy, of course!
Your private parts don’t like to be alone. Just being near your daddy makes them tingle. You want to get your daddy to pay attention to your private parts, so they’ll tingle more. Your daddy loves you, but you’ll probably have to convince him to love you in an extra way that he hasn’t before. The kind of loving that makes private parts tingle.
There are these dumb rules that daddies aren’t supposed to see you naked or touch you or let you see their private parts after you get to be a certain age. They’re good rules for the other men and boys who are all icky, but if you like your daddy, they’re dumb, right? It’s your body, and you can do what you want with it. And getting your daddy to pay attention to your girly parts was maybe a naughty little idea once, but now it’s more than that. Way more than that.
So how do you get your daddy to see you differently?
When you’re snuggling, if you can spread your legs and plaster yourself against his front, that’s great. Your warm girly part will rub against him, which feels nice. He’ll feel it too.
.... There is more of this story ...