I was fourteen years old, and have been raised only by my father in an extremely protected environment. One day, having come home before I was expected, I saw our pretty Hispanic housekeeper sitting on the kitchen table, our gardener standing between her spread legs, the top of her uniform open, his lips suckling at her breast. It was all more than I could have imagined. I had barely seen a man and woman kissing, not being allowed to see movies unless my father approved them, not being allowed to watch TV programs that were not also approved. As I watched them from behind the door, a strange heat burned through my body. I felt a persistent pulsing between my legs. It scared me. I ran to my room and stayed there.

Later, my father, my handsome, understanding father, knocked on the door and asked if I was OK. I said I was but he could tell by my voice that something was wrong. "Are you sick, honey?" he asked as he entered the room. "Lupe says you haven't been downstairs all afternoon."

"Something is wrong with me, Daddy," I sighed. "I think I have a fever."

He felt my forehead and said he didn't think I was warm but my skin did feel a little flushed. Until this time, I had kept the covers pulled firmly up around my chin. I eased them down now, revealing my nubile breasts to my father.

"Look, Daddy. My...my...nipples are all pucker and they feel funny. I tried to rub them to get them to stop but the feeling just gets more intense."

My father just stared. A look came into his eyes like I had never seen before. He looked...hungry all of sudden. He was completely still for a moment. That look was making the heat in my body build.

I rushed to explain... "I saw Lupe with Juan. He was kissing her breasts. She looked like she was in pain but she wasn't pushing him away. Do you think he was kissing her to make her feel better?"

My father didn't say a word. He just continued to stare with that burning look in his eyes. I licked my suddenly dry lips. The motion pulled his gaze to my mouth. His eyes flared even hotter.

"Do you think my breasts would feel better if somebody kissed them?"

This time I didn't wait for him to speak.

"Would you kiss them, Daddy? Would you kiss them and make them feel better?"

As if he was hypnotized, he leaned down agonizingly slowly and pressed a soft kiss against one nipple. I practically lurched off the bed at the intensity of the feeling. He move his lips to the other and gave it the same soft kiss.

"Please, Daddy...please..." I didn't even know what I was asking for, but I knew he did. He raised his eyes to mine for a moment more before wrapping his lips around my nipple and sucking hard, laving the nipple with his tongue, nipping at it gently with his teeth before pressing soft kisses to it again. He repeated this with the other breast. Back and forth, back and forth until I was writhing on the bed.

He pulled back a little and looked at me. "Does that feel better, baby?" he asked gently.

"A little, Daddy, but now it hurts somewhere else."

"Show me, sweetie," he said, but without waiting for me, he drew the covers the rest of the way down my body, revealing the downy, red gold curls between my legs, feasting on me with his eyes. "Show me, baby," this time his voice coming out as more of a command.

"Here, Daddy. Right here," I said, spreading my legs, running my fingers down my belly to rest of the spring curls. "Will you kiss me there, too, Daddy? Please."

He shifted lower on the bed laying his body between my legs. He took my thighs firmly but gently in his hands and spread them wider. He looked up at me once again and then pressed his lips against the place that was burning the hottest. I screamed and lurched my hips up against his mouth. He held me tighter, controlling me. He began to lick and suck on my heated flesh, finding a tight little button on pleasure that I didn't even know existed. He rolled it between his lips, he sucked hard, he lashed it with his tongue, he drove me wild. I felt an explosion building in my body. I knew something was about to happen. I got scared, but he sensed and raised his head momentarily and said, "It's OK, baby. I'm right here. Your daddy's right here. Let your body go...feel..." and with that he lowered his mouth back to me and redoubled his efforts. I felt my muscles stiffen, my hips thrust hard up against his mouth, a soft scream tear from my chest as the light of a thousand stars seem to burst throughout my body.