Part 1: Daniella's tale

I'm not sure where the story begins. Actually, by the time the thing with dad happened, I was 14 and I already knew quite a bit about sex, even though I had hardly had any experience.

There were a few things in my very early childhood that should be mentioned for anyone to understand me and although I'm not completely sure of the sequence of events, they occurred when I was around 5 years old. Unfortunately, the very first thing that I need to mention cannot be verified as fact, and can only remain a very real suspicion. It's the only non-sure fact of my story. However, because of things that happened later, and how my body reacted to certain stimuli, I'm convinced that in some shape or manner I was sexually molested. In the back of my head, I remember a piece of flesh rubbing up and down between my legs. If, as I suspect, it did indeed happen, it was either my father or my brother, but I've never found out for sure.

I do know that up until a certain point I used to crawl into bed with my parents in the middle of the night and snuggle up to my father, whom I adored. Somewhere around this time, my mother put a stop to that.

I also have a memory from approximately the same time, when on a hot summer day I saw my daddy and my brother with their shirts off and I decided to take mine off too. When my mom saw me, she threw a fit.

"Daniella, what the hell do you think you're doing?" she screamed at me. "Put your shirt on young lady! And don't you EVER let me catch you running around again without one on. You are a girl for crissakes! Girls don't do that... ESPECIALLY in front of boys! Are you crazy?"

It seemed like a tremendous overreaction but maybe mom had reason for it.

I think it might have been my mother's calling my attention to this that really started to arouse my curiosity; that, and the fact that I sensed that Daddy was looking at me in a 'funny' way.

It was some weeks after that when I was in the kitchen after breakfast, helping my mom with the dishes, when I felt a tremendous urge to pee. We only had one bathroom and when I rushed there my dad was shaving. He had the door open.

"Daa," I whispered, with a tinge of panic in my voice.

He paused in his shaving and turned his head toward me. "What's up squirt?" he asked. That and 'half-pint' were his pet names for me.

"I need to pee-pee real bad."

He smiled and indicated the toilet bowl. "Go ahead half-pint. It's okay. Don't worry about me."

I looked nervously at him but I was afraid to ask him to leave. Still, I was afraid that mom would catch me and yell at me again. As much as my bladder was pressuring me, I think it was more the excitement of going to the bathroom in front of my father that made me go through with it. As I was tinkling, I sensed that while he was shaving he was trying to sneak looks at my bald pussy.

I know this is hard to believe but I actually started masturbating when I was about 6. (At least that's the earliest that I can remember; who knows, it might have been earlier.) I had a hand-me-down teddy bear that was a little bigger than me, and I used to hump the hell out of his leg, although I didn't really know what I was doing at that age. All that I knew was that something down there sure felt good.

I learned quickly not to do it in front of my parents, after that first and only time that I did. I was in the living room, dressed in my baby dolls on the floor with 'teddy', and my dad was on the couch. I started humping the stuffed animal and looked up to see my father watching me intently. Thinking about it later, I realized that he was actually getting excited watching me. Anyway, mom walked in and began screaming at me for doing it and at my dad for not stopping me.

After that, I realized that what I was doing was something that I didn't want to get caught at; so from then on, I would only do things in my bedroom. For the next couple of years, I would often lay it down on its back and lay on top of it, face to face. I would push its leg up tight against my pussy, close my legs around it and start humping. I was always facing the stuffed animal and at times, I would actually kiss it on the mouth. I loved the roughness of 'teddy' on my clit (although at the time I didn't know what a clit was) rubbing side to side and round and round until I actually came. God that felt so good! Yet it was so rough that there were times that I was actually sore afterwards from rubbing it so hard, but that never seemed to stop me.

I guess that I was 8 or 9 when I outgrew the teddy bear and I moved on to bunching up the blankets between my legs. By doing that, I noticed that my orgasms were more intense because the blanket would conform more to the shape of my body, so not only was there a lot of contact on my clit, but it would also push up and slightly enter my hole. The first time that I felt that, it felt so good I ended up peeing some on my blanket. The blanket became special and even after I got a new one I kept the old one hidden away in my closet.

My journey towards womanhood was beginning, without my even realizing it was happening. There were even a few times, when I was 9 years old I think, that I remember sneaking into the barn with a boy of 12. It was full of hay. We would find a small opening between bales where we could hide and kiss like crazy.

I guess that the next part of my education came when I was between the ages of 10 and 11 when I experimented for the first time with a girl my age. Betty was very developed for her age. Although she was only 11, she already had a lot of pussy hair and very large breasts. She was a little overweight, which added to her development, but even besides that, she was big. I don't mean like 34B. I mean more like 34C. Remember, this was an 11-year-old girl that I'm talking about. She didn't have many friends because of this.

More than on one occasion, Betty would spend the night at my house and we would go to my room and play out little scenarios. One that we used a lot was of an older man making a pass at a much younger girl (it would usually be his maid). We took turns as to which of us was the man and which one was the maid. We put on shirts that fell just below our asses and removed our panties. Depending on which of us was playing the man 'he' would put his hand up the 'skirt' and play with the girl.

As we got ourselves all worked up we would end up on the bed touching each other. Until Betty, I had never seen a mature pussy before, nor had I even learned to masturbate, so I'm afraid that I wasn't very good at what she wanted, although she seemed to know. I was very hesitant, almost afraid to touch her. You have to remember that I hadn't touched my puss yet, let alone someone else's. I was both fascinated and repulsed by the creamy wetness that came from her hole, afraid to actually touch it. I would instead only rub the top, the clit, not wanting the wetness to make contact with me. I didn't know what it was and I didn't ask either. You can imagine how unsatisfying I was to her, but that didn't stop us from playing out our little made-up scenes.

I don't remember her touching me between the legs much, except during the warm up play-acting. I didn't have orgasms but the feel of her hand on me gave me ideas. It wasn't long after that that I learned to get myself off with my hand. I was so used to the blanket that it took awhile for me to get used to my fingers; but I did. In fact, in the beginning, I still preferred the roughness of the special blanket. However, sometimes that was dangerous to use, because it was difficult to hide it if someone came into my room. Once I started to use only my hand for masturbation, I still had an aversion to the wetness and indeed, I never would finger-fuck myself.

Just before I turned 12, about a year after we first started, Betty and I had our last episode together. By then she had lost much of the baby fat but she still had full breasts. We had gone with her family to see Romeo and Juliet. It was an R-rated movie because it showed Romeo's naked buttocks and Juliet's naked breasts, which was enough to get Betty and I excited.

I stayed at her house afterward and after everyone had gone to bed, she and I started acting out the movie, with me playing Romeo. We started kissing and running our hands all over each other's body. God she felt so soft and smooth. Our excitement was more than at anytime in the past. Both of us were breathing quite heavily. Soon we were squeezing each other's breasts and I think by then I was almost gasping for air. Then our hands moved and we began rubbing each other between the legs and then almost instinctively I got on top of her. She spread her legs and I started to rub my pussy against hers, my clit against hers. It felt SO goooood. With our mouths almost touching, we were whispering things from the movie and allowing our lips to come together. Soon we were kissing and by then both of us were moaning in each other's mouth. Then we would talk hotly on each other's lips, simple silly romantic things.

We were moving against each other more and more eagerly and we were close to cumming. Unfortunately, we must have been making too much noise because from the adjoining bedroom her mother called for us to quiet down. I don't know if her parents guessed what we were doing, hearing our whispering amidst the movement of the bed, but that was the last time that we were to stay at each other's house. Betty moved away shortly thereafter.

Although I continued with my masturbation, nothing further happened to advance my education until I was about 12-years-old. Living in a rural area, I had always wanted my own horse and finally my family bought me one for my 12th birthday. Within three months, I was a regular tomboy on the horse and one day racing a boy from the farm down the road, I overextended and felt a shooting burning pain in my crotch. I also felt the sudden wetness of blood and panicked, not realizing that I had only ruptured my hymen. I hollered at Tony that I was going home and within minutes, I was at the door of my house.

I was in a complete state of panic. Tears were streaming down my cheeks as I rushed into my house. I was screaming at my dad almost as if it was his fault.

He tried to calm me. Using his pet name for me, he was saying things like, "Okay, squirt, it's okay ... stay cool."

I was sure that I was going to have to go to the hospital and that I had a major injury. I wasn't even thinking anything about male/female as I pushed down my jeans along with my panties both at the same time. My father watched silently as I did so.

I could see the mass of blood in the crotch and became scared.

Then, completely naked from the waist down I threw myself down on the couch and cried to my father, "Look ... look at me dad ... am I going to be all right? Am I... ?"

"Easy squirt, easy. It's all right, half-pint, it's all right," he said as he sat down on the couch at about knee level. I watched him through my tears. His words were reassuring, but I was still panicky.

Thinking back, it had to be totally erotic for him as I lay back, naked from the waist down with my legs parted so that he could look at my injury. His eyes were riveted on my pussy, which was as bald as the day that I was born. He looked so nervous to me that I thought I was in bad shape.

"Daddy ... Is it ... Am I bad? Am I gonna go to the hospital?"

"No, no squirt it's okay. Believe me, it's okay. You just ... er ... you'll be all right." He was swallowing and I swear his eyes were looking like a caged animal. "H-here, er ... let me see."

He reached out his hand and gently touched me. His eyes looked up into mine. In hindsight, I guess that he was gauging how far he could go; by that time I guess that he was feeling excited. Then his eyes moved down again and his hand moved slowly and easily upon my pussy, his finger moving at the lips. My tears had begun to subside and I began to feel a tingling sensation beneath his fingers.

"Is it all right dad?" I asked.

It was then that he said what I thought was the strangest thing to me. "It's beautiful squirt, it's beautiful."

As Daddy spoke those words, his finger started to slide up and down within the lips of my pussy. My own excitement was then beginning. I looked at him and saw that his breathing was labored and he kept licking his lips and swallowing. The look in his eyes indicated that he wanted to do something.

I'm sure that our affair would have started that day had my mother not walked into the house. She had been at my friend Tony's house when he came rushing home to tell his parents that something had happened to me. Mom jumped into the car and was home within ten minutes after I walked in.

"What happened?" she shouted as she rushed in the door. Dad pulled his hand away as if it was a hot stove.

When mom found out what had happened, she took me to Dr. Schwartz who gave us the news. I would be fine. I had ruptured my hymen but every other test showed that I would be able to lead a perfectly normal and healthy life. I would be able to bear children and have sex, which I was just starting to find out about.

One of the good things that happened from the event was that masturbation became more exciting. There were two reasons for this. One, simply being that I was able to probe my pussy freely now without hurting myself; The other was that I now found myself able to close my eyes while masturbating and I pictured daddy's eyes, hands and fingers on my puss. Something about that picture would cause me to rub myself to a wild completion.

By the time that I was 13 years old, I was maturing nicely and my sister and brother-in-law felt comfortable enough to let me babysit their kids. It was at their house while they were out that I found and read some of the many porn books that they had 'hidden'. That was my sex education.

At 14, I had begun dating a 16-year-old, and I was very curious about things. From those books, I think that I actually knew more than Phil about sex, and I certainly was more mature than he was. It was after about three months of dating that I made a conscious effort to touch him while we were kissing. My hand left his shoulder and purposely dropped to his crotch. I felt his body stiffen when he felt my touch and I was afraid that he was going to pull away. Summoning up my courage, I squeezed the lump that I felt in his pants. Almost immediately, it rose in my hand and his mouth opened and gasped under mine.

"Mmmmmmmm..." A humming sound automatically echoed in our mouths from one or both of us; I couldn't tell from which at that moment.

That was the first time that the passions of a real kiss inflamed us both. Suddenly our open mouths were probing one another and I continued squeezing his hardened lump. I knew that Phil would chicken out if left on his own and my body was suddenly in heat and in need.

As our mouths worked against each other, I suddenly felt his hand move over my blouse and capture my breast, holding it tightly. I sensed my nipple harden to the point where it was so tight that it was almost hurting. I gasped as the sensations shot through me to my puss.

I then moved my hand and found the zipper in his pants and I pulled it down. I sensed Phil struggling with himself, wanting badly to pull away and stop, while at the same time his body was refusing to obey his brain. Nervously my fumbling hand plunged within Phil's pants and he let out a long banshee-like groan. I pushed my tongue into his mouth at the same time that I pushed my hand through the slit of his pants and grabbed at the actual flesh of his cock. I ran my fingertips up and down the length of it.

"Nnnnnnnnnggggghhhhhhh" A straining sound of built up pleasure was released from his throat into my attacking mouth.

I wanted the act to be completed then. My body was hot and tingling and the urges were driving me on. I pulled his twitching thing from his pants and clasped it in my hand. He pushed his hips up, his manhood forcing its way up through my fingers.

I might have been a novice but I knew that if I didn't do something that Phil would have had me use only my hand and then it would have been an opportunity lost. Not giving him a chance to protest I pulled my mouth away from his and slid back just enough that I could bend down toward his crotch. My eyes looked in surprise at actually seeing a cock for the first time. I realized what I was going to do and didn't know how either of us would handle it.

My mouth opened and my hand fed his cock past my lips.

"OOOOOHHHHHH!!!" I'll never forget that wild sound of pleasure that he let out.

I plunged my mouth down on him and closed my lips upon the flesh. Phil was suddenly breathing hard and gasping. I pulled up tantalizingly on his prick allowing my teeth to just barely touch his skin, as I had read about. Suddenly I felt both of his hands push down on the back of my head. Apparently, he was already almost about to cum. I didn't want that. I wanted him inside me. My body was crying out in its need to be filled.

With my mouth still enclosed around his flesh, I took my hands away from him and rushed them under my skirt. Urgently I pushed my wet panties down my legs and managed to take them off without losing his cock from my mouth. He was bucking into me at that point. I don't think that he was far from cumming.

I slid my mouth off him to the sound of his groan, "C'mon Phil, down here ... on the floor," I urged. "Get on me. Hurry, Philly, hurry."

He moved off the couch in a hurry and knelt quickly between my parted thighs. By then, I had completely lost it ... all I could think of was having his cock inside me. It was moving in close when he realized what was happening. I saw a look of fear and panic in his eyes and I sensed that he was going to pull away. Desperately I reached out my hands and grabbed at him, trying to hold him in place so that he would complete the act. I felt the tip of his cock at my labia, just touching. I strained my body upward and I actually felt the tip enter into the thoroughly moistened folds. He struggled and I held him with all of my might. My body was burning in its urges. Suddenly Phil was able to pull away from my grip and he jumped off me. He was totally freaked out and I was totally disappointed ... left lying there on the floor, with my legs spread and a confused look on my face ... That was the last time that we dated.

Although when I masturbated I still sometimes remembered my dad's eyes and hand on my pussy that day when I was 12, I had never really thought of him in a sexual way until that Saturday.

He worked at a lumber mill 6 days a week and on that day he came in, looking real tired.

"Hi squirt," he grinned weakly. "Where's your mom ... Oh that's right, she was going to take your brother to that movie tonight, hah?"

I smiled sadly, because he just barely remembered, and it had been important to me. I had really wanted to go with my mom and brother but mom asked if I'd do her a favor and feed dad when he got home from work. She promised that she'd make it up to me.

"Yeah. They left about a half hour ago," I informed him. "I'll have your dinner ready in a little while."

He looked at me and shook his head. "Listen squirt. Do me a favor? Put it aside for an hour or two. I'm bushed, half-pint. I need to get a little sleep to be refreshed, okay?"

What could I say? That if we had known he would be like that, that I could have gone to the movies? No, even though I was somewhat disappointed, the look of exhaustion on my poor dad's face wiped away any frustration that I was feeling.

I nodded my approval. He smiled weakly at me, gave me a wink and walked away. First, he went and took a quick shower, and he then went into his bedroom for his nap.

About 20 minutes later, somewhat bored, I suddenly remembered that mom had asked me to do certain parts of the laundry that she had not gotten to do yet that day. I finished folding the clothes and started to put them away. I had to take some to dad's bedroom. We were always told to knock on his door before we went in, which I did.

"Yeah? C'mon in squirt."

I entered, went to the bureau and put his clothes away and then started to leave, glancing over to him. His eyes were shut as if he was still trying to sleep. I walked out, closing the door quietly behind me.

When I got back to the rest of the folded things, I realized that I had not taken some of dad's t-shirts in the first time, so I headed back to his room; but since I had just been there a minute earlier, I didn't bother to knock again; I just walked in.

Not really paying much attention to him at first, I didn't realize what was happening with him. I was heading once more toward the bureau and I just glanced up at him. He was lying there with his knees slightly raised, and from the bottom end of his bed where I stood, it looked as if the sheet was covering him. In addition, his eyes were shut and he seemed to be asleep. Very quietly, so as not to disturb him, I walked to the dresser that was next to his bed. I pulled out the drawer and put his t-shirts in their proper place, then closed the drawer and turned to leave. It was then that I realized that the sheet on him only came up over the top of his knees and that he was completely exposed all the way down. My eyes were attracted like a magnet to my father's manhood.

I don't know how to say this without sounding silly, but dad's cock was beautiful to me. I'm sure that not too many people would describe a man this way, but I have no other word for it other than it was beautiful ... and hard! Maybe this is an exaggeration, but I honestly think that it was about 8" long. His hand was wrapped around the base and to give you an idea of how big around it was, I can only say that his fingers and thumb barely touched. He was huge, at least to me. I had only seen my boyfriend Phil's and my dad's was MUCH larger than that. Also, my dad's was circumcised while my boyfriend's wasn't. My father was Italian with very dark skin, as was this beautiful hunk of flesh, and even the tip was a darker shade of pink than Phil's. I couldn't take my eyes off it. I'm not sure of everything that went through my mind in those few seconds, but I do remember thinking that as wrong as it was, I honestly and truly wanted to touch -- and to taste -- that cock. It was like an uncontrollable desire. I wanted to walk over and lick it. My eyes continued to soak in the sight. I saw dad's eyes fluttering in his supposed sleep. I knew then that he wasn't. I realized that I had caught him masturbating.

Part 2: Her father's story

Her father confirmed that he wasn't asleep. When she first knocked he had already been masturbating and at that time he was able to stop and put it away. He hadn't expected his daughter to come right back in and when she did so without knocking it was all that he could do to cover himself and wait, as his flesh throbbed, needing release. As Daniella put the clothes in the drawer, he allowed his eyes to run over the 14-year-old's body.

She was only about 5 feet and slim, but her breasts were an ample handful, almost a B-cup, Nick thought. He hated himself for looking but he couldn't help it. He had a thing for the youngster as far back as when she was a child. Indeed, he almost raped her when she was only about 5 years old. At that time, he had his cock between the sleeping child's legs and it was only the fact that his wife came home that saved Daniella. His wife Annette caught him coming out of the little girl's bedroom, but couldn't prove anything. Nevertheless, her suspicions were obvious and when the girl was growing up Nick's wife watched him like a hawk.

As the years progressed, Annette eased up with her fears, which in turn allowed him to ogle the child on those occasions when his wife wasn't paying attention. She almost caught him that time when Daniella had that horse incident, and spread her legs for him and allowed him to touch her cunt. Two more minutes and he would have been inside of his daughter's flesh.

However, it seemed to Nick that more and more as he looked at his daughter, she also was looking at him. Maybe it was just his imagination but he could swear that he saw something in the child's eyes or manner that told him she too wanted something to happen between them.

So on that day, during her first time in his room, he watched the tight little body flitting around, and he had all he could do not to call her over to the bed. His cock was still throbbing from his pumping action. He was so tempted yet he knew that he couldn't dare.

By the time that she was finished putting all of the stuff in the drawers, the pressure within his cock had somewhat subsided. As soon as she walked out the door, he raised his knees and put the sheet up at the top of them. He brought his hand down upon his cock and just squeezed it in fully and held the squeeze in place. He shut his eyes and thought of his daughter. Maybe he should have just pulled her down to the bed with him, he told himself. He thought back to that day when he touched her pussy. God how exciting that had been!

He released the pressure, and then stroked the flesh up and held it in place, his eyes still shut tight and his mind still on his young daughter. He pushed his hand down and soon began stroking at his heated mass. Up and down, slowly, savoring the thrills as his mind saw her tits, her cunt and her ass. Up and down he stroked. Once more, his breathing was increasing and his insides were building up a heated pressure. His strokes started to come faster.

Suddenly the door opened and Daniella walked back in that second time, this time without knocking. Nick froze in place, knowing that if he moved that what he was doing would become obvious if he let his legs go down and allowed the sheet to drop over him. Instead, he decided to feign sleep. He shut his eyes all the way, but then peeked through a tiny slit that he allowed himself to squint through.

He watched his daughter as she moved about. She moved over to the side and put a few things into the bureau. She was in the same direction that he was facing. After she put the things away, she closed the drawer and turned. Through his squinting, he could see that she was looking right at him. She was looking at his throbbing cock that his hand was wrapped around. He remained unmoving.

Then he watched as she quietly walked toward him, slowly, until she was standing alongside of the bed. His excitement grew as he realized that the child was looking down at him. He fought all of the urges in his body to reach up and pull her down by him. Then she nervously leaned down over the bed, over her father. Her hand reached out and suddenly he felt it just touching his, and softly she joined her fingers alongside of her father's hand upon the cock flesh. It twitched in the young girl's hand. She bent further. She knew what she wanted now. She also knew that her father was awake, although he was acting as if he was asleep. If he hadn't stopped her yet, she told herself, he wasn't going to stop her.

Holding the flesh in her little hand, she brought her hot breathing mouth down on her father's cock. Then she was touching the tip with her tongue. Nick moaned and his cock twitched again. The youngster's lips moved and kissed the tip of her father's cock and at the same time, she looked up at him. It was then that she discovered that his eyes had popped open and he was staring incredulously at his 14-year-old daughter. She slowly raised her mouth a half-inch from his throbbing prick.

She knew where this was now heading when he didn't ask what she thought she was doing and made no effort to stop her. Indeed, his free hand had moved down onto the back of her head. Nick continued to stare at the child with a look of disbelief on his face. Daniella smiled up at him and moved back onto his cock with her lips. Her hand brushed his off of his cock and away, replacing it with her own.