My father...how do I describe him? A little like a much taller Peter O'Toole -- suave, a bit effete, slender, humorous, graceful, masculine, always a hit with the ladies. He was always nicely dressed in things like tweeds and wool, and smelled of nice aftershave when he hugged me. I loved it when he came in from the cold wearing his giant wool overcoat and he'd wrap me up in it while he hugged me. When I was fifteen years old, my father could do no wrong. He called me Glory as a nickname, he said because of my gloriously blond hair. Looking at pictures of myself now from that time, I wa more hollow-eyed, skinny, and haunted-looking than anything glorious.
Even at fifteen years old, photographs show that I was a cute girl with long blond hair, deep-set eyes, small bones, and a small mouth drawn tight in smiles that were artificial, for the camera. I was looking for love anywhere I could find it. I didn't find it at school -- despite the "angelic" face I supposedly had, I had a body as flat a s a board, and not appealing to the boys as some of my more Mediterranean girl-friends were, with their already-blooming breasts and provocative clothes. I pictured myself as being forever a sexless creature. During that time in my life, my parents were going through some rough times. My mother was kind in a detached kind of way, and very beautiful, but she wasn't enough for my father. I think she was a bit undersexed for all her beauty, because, by the time I was a bit older, my father was spending a lot of time out of the Boston area, and down in New York City, on "business". I missed him terribly. I'm not sure what he was doing down there, but I overheard my nanny talking to one of her friends several times -- from what I gathered, my father had taken her to bed, and probably had other women scattered around as well.
It was the first time I felt my faith in my father shaken. It made me feel even more lost, to know that he could have other women and exclude me from his life. I think my mother knew what was going on between my father and the 19-year-old Canadian nanny, because before I knew it, my mother decided I was too old for a nanny and sent the girl back home. The problem was, she didn't replace the nanny with anyone. She probably didn't trust my father. It wasn't that I was completely alone, there were a few house staff around, because we lived in a large house north of Boston that required upkeep, including stables. I had some friends my age, and spent a lot of time at other people's houses, but for the most part I spent very little time with my pleasant but distant mother, and most of my time with friends or alone.
Of course, my father wasn't around much, either. The sharp pain of missing him dulled into a kind of blank acceptance that Daddy would pop in and out of my life whenever it was convenient. One day I went to the stable to visit my pony, Misty. It was Bill's day to be with the horses and I wanted to visit with him. Bill was an older gentleman who came to groom the horses a couple of times a week, and he was always kind to me. For instance, he promised to teach me how to use an English saddle, or take me riding on one of the big horses instead of my little pony. Today, he offered to put me up high on Old Red, a gentle gelding that my mother rode, when she and my father used to go out riding together.
When he helped me foot up into the saddle, I felt his hands on my ass, groping me slightly, though I was so naive I didn't notice. I had a bit of a ride around the field with Bill leading the horse by the reins, and then when we got back into the stable, he helped me off. This time I was shocked because he lifted me down and hugged me to his chest, nearly crushing me. He buried his face in my hair and then bent over and kissed me. My first French kiss from a man in his 40's. He thought I was sexy! I was shocked as his big tongue thrust between my small lips. At first, a wave of nausea swept over me, but then an immediate interest sparked. This big tall man was kissing me like he would kiss a grown woman!
I felt very grown up and sexy at that point -- I had been masturbating for years without any particular fantasies in mind, but now I felt an immediate response between my legs. After all, I was a grown woman in my own mind, even though I was still a teenager. The warm feeling of his kiss, the privacy of the stables, and the wicked feeling of doing something wrong excited me. Bill grabbed the elastic waistband of my pants, tugging them and my little cotton panties down to my thighs with one of his hands while I was still suspended against his chest, his other big arm holding me up. One of his fingers, rough from work, rasped into the soft, exposed flesh between my legs, sliding over my clit and through my damp little crevice.
His finger was longer than my pussy was, and he moaned that he loved me, and that I had a delicious little body, and would I let him kiss me down there? I threw my arms around his neck and just held on while he continued to rub. It felt so good. I said, "I don't know..." in reply to his question. I was scared, in a way. I had no idea what was happening, but I was enslaved to the pleasure and the kissing. I had an idea of what oral sex was, but no idea of what it really entailed. Bill carried me up the ladder into the hayloft, caressing my naked, exposed bottom with his supporting hand. He laid me down into the hay up there, pulled my pink sneakers off, and pants all the way off, and then my shirt over my head.
It was September and a little cool, but I didn't notice the chill, because he knelt down in the hay and pulled my legs open to bury his face between them. How do I describe the first touch of a tongue on my clit? I can't do it justice. It was heaven. I was still so young and but stupid. But my hairless little slit was juicing up very nicely as his tongue began lapping. I swear his big tongue could cover my entire exposed pussy with one lick, but the tip of his tongue just started flicking over my clit. It was the first time I felt my legs involuntarily spread apart, my hips lifting out of the hay with pleasure. I grabbed at the hay around me and strained upwards towards his probing tongue. He continued to flick over my clit and before I knew it, my entire belly was caught up in the knots of an explosive orgasm, while I shook and cried out
That's when I heard my father calling my name from outside. Bill sat up, his face wet from spit and girl-pussy, wide-eyed and frightened. I pointed towards the back of the hayloft, away from my father's voice, and said, "Quick, get out over there" as I started to throw on my own clothes. Bill was fast to get out of the hayloft, but I was slow getting dressed. My hips and legs were still weak from the orgasm that still weakly pulsed in my pussy. Bill vanished out the back of the stable while I tried to put myself together as best I could.
My father appeared up the front ladder and was greeted by the sight of his teenage daughter half dressed. My shirt had gotten back on, and my pants were nearly fully on when he saw me. He frowned and looked quickly around the hayloft and then said, "What's going on? Are you alone?" I was terrified the smell of my orgasm was redolent in the air. He still had on his overcoat, he probably had come in from a "business trip" and came looking for me, as he usually did. He had been drinking, because he smelled of alcohol, and seemed a bit flushed. He found me in the hay, with all the look of a young wanton who was just with a lover.
I blushed and then tried to think of a way to save Bill and myself. I said, in a halting voice, that I sometimes came up into the hayloft to be alone. My father's expression was dark and relaxed a bit, though, as he quickly. ..maybe too quickly. .. accepted my excuse. "You mean you come up here to...do things to yourself?" he asked. I nodded, wordless, still hugging my arms to my chest out of shame and fear that he'd discover what I had done with Bill. My father sat down in the hay next to me.
"It's okay to do that kind of thing to yourself, Glory, " he said. "And you can talk to me about it. I'm not sure your mother will do much in the way of talking, and if she does...make sure you talk about it with me before you believe anything she says." He looked over towards the direction of the house, though he couldn't see it through the stable's roof. He grinned a bit, and then looked down at me, with a new expression on his face I had never seen before. It was mocking, a bit teasing, but also very intense. He wavered a bit, probably from the alcohol, but he wasn't so drunk that he couldn't tell me what he wanted. "Show me what you've been doing, " he demanded. Helpless, unable to confess what I had REALLY been doing, I bit my lip. "Go on, " he said. I slowly shoved my hand down the front of my-girl stretch pants and started rubbing my clit half-heartedly, as it was sensitive from the orgasm Bill had given me not ten minutes before. My father didn't seem to like the half-hearted action I was making, because he then pulled my pants down to my knees. He continued to watch me finger my clit, and breathed, "Beautiful, Glory...beautiful."
Then he said, "Try slipping a finger inside, like this." I gasped and felt him slide a finger into my wet slit, and probe around, looking for an opening. My own father was trying to finger me! "Christ, you're a wet my darling girl." he said, and I quickly said, "I get that way all the time" so he wouldn't suspect. He found my opening with his finger, and while making sure I was rubbing my clit, he gently shoved a finger into my pussy. My very first finger. It didn't hurt, but it felt strange, and oddly sensitive. He pushed upwards, probing, and the pressure began to elicit a few sharp pains. I moaned softly with the pain and my father took that as encouragement, but he didn't try to push deeper. He moved my fingers out of the way and started rubbing my clit for me with his other hand. The discomfort from the last orgasm ebbed and pretty soon I felt the same delicious straining happening between my legs. My hips rose up off the hay to meet my father's strumming finger and I cried out with another orgasm, this time my whole body convulsing and shaking madly with each hard convulsion of my pussy around my father's probing finger. Before I knew it, my father's pants were open.
He wet his hand in the silky wetness coating my pussy, and used that to beat off his cock while I watched. It wasn't pretending to be an educational session anymore, it was just my father stroking himself to orgasm in front of my eyes while his free hand continued to play with my pussy, and his eyes roamed over my pussy and thighs. With a grunt, he got up on his knees, and started to squirt thick, white streams directly onto my mons. The thick stuff landed in plops on my clit and on my inner thighs as my father continued to shoot off on my wet pussy. He sat back with a small groan, and began to massage his cum into my pussy. He said, "Glory, from now on, I'm going to teach you about sex, and I'm going to rub my cream on and inside of you while you're still a teenage girl.
My cum will help you become a woman, just like a magic potion." I sat up a bit to see the slick, shiny sheen of my father's cum drying on my mound. It felt tingly, and potent, and powerful. I felt amazed at what had transpired. I didn't say anything, though... I just nodded at him, weak-kneed. He leaned over and kissed me on the forehead. "This is our secret. With my help, you will become the most beautiful, sexiest woman in the world, because you will have your Daddy's magic juice. Only teenage girls who get their father's juice grow up to be sexy and beautiful. Do you want to be sexy and beautiful?" I looked down at my skinny, body -- flat, featureless, with only a cum-slicked mons to distinguish it from a boy's shape. I tucked back the despair every girl feels when she realizes the distance between her and "sexy", and I said, "Please, Daddy, I want to grow up, and be sexy."
He tickled my clit with one finger. "We'll do that, Glory -- we'll do that, me and you."
My father had instructed me to leave the hayloft fifteen minutes after he went back to the house, and go back up to my room after dinner without saying anything to anyone, about how he had fingered me to orgasm and then shot his cream all over my pussy. I had no compulsion to tell anyone what had happened to me, anyway. I joined my parents at the dinner table. There was very little conversation, as usual. I flew through dinner, made an excuse about some TV show, and was about to go upstairs when my mother told me that she and my father were considering sending me to a boarding school nearby. I felt my stomach drop to my knees. My father didn't say much, he just focused on the food on his plate. I looked for him for some support, but he wouldn't meet my eyes.
I told my mother I didn't want to leave! My mother just replied that she was looking over some nearby boarding/prep schools and her mind was made up. I felt defeated, my father wasn't sticking up for me at all. It almost looked as if he agreed with my mother! It was early September, my mother said, so I would be entering whatever school she chose for me within two weeks. I went upstairs to my room, my mind reeling. My freedom was about to be taken away, and what about my new, magical relationship with my father? How would I ever become a sexy woman when I was closeted up with a bunch of other stupid girls? I changed into a nightgown, and lay on my bed.
My mons, labia, and inner thighs were still crusted with the dried fluid that had shot out of my father's "thingie". It was the first real view I had seen of a hard, excited penis, and what was that stuff that shot out of it, anyway? It was exciting. I fingered myself while in bed, and then lifted my fingers to sniff at the scent of my father's cum on my fingers. I was able to bring myself to a short, sharp orgasm and fell asleep soon after.
A few days passed before I was able to see my father again. He had been avoiding me, but I made it a point to mention that I was going out to the stables to check on my pony. For two days, he didn't follow me, but on the third day I saw him walk nonchalantly around the back grounds before moving to the stable. As I saw him approach, I scrambled up the ladder into the loft and found a soft pile of hay to sit in. He climbed the front ladder like he did the last time when we were together, but this time his face remained very somber when he came to stand by me.
"Glory, I've been thinking carefully, " he began, and then sat heavily next to me. "I don't think we should play anymore, not like we did the other night." Clearly, my father was feeling some guilt. I felt desperately disappointed. "But how will I ever become a beautiful woman?" I wailed, and then moved into my father's arms, practically leaping into them. "Please, Daddy, I love you so much, and I like our time together. I like...everything you do to me, and I want you to use your magic on me like you said. Please don't change your mind!" I saw the set of his jaw relent a bit, and he looked down into my face with a small, sad smile. He leaned over and kissed me on the lips, a small, chaste kiss, but I held onto him and licked at his mouth like Bill had shown me.
My father's back stiffened in surprise, and then his mouth opened to kiss me back again. He groaned into my mouth like a lost man and began undressing me again. I was passive in his arms, just kissing him while he stripped me naked. He lifted me off his lap and, while he was still fully dressed, he turned my exposed body over face down onto the hay, so that my pale little ass was exposed to his sight. He leaned over and buried his tongue into my pink slit from behind, lapping at my pussy with a deep and probing tongue. Then, he shoved his tongue deep into my vagina, licking me out. Back to my clit, and then back to my hole, switching alternatively, until I was squirming back against his face.
He sat up, unbuckled his trousers and let them fall to his knees as he kneeled in the hay behind me. He grabbed my hips and flipped me over, and only then did I see the look on his face. There was nothing calm or gentle about my father's face now...he was flushed and focused on the sight of my slick and wet pussy. He pulled me towards him and then lay the comparatively massive shaft of his cock against my little chubby labia. He said, "I'm going to make you a woman now, Glory. Someday you'll find a man to love, but until then, you're mine." He sawed that heavy cock back and forth over my clit.
I had some idea what he was doing, but my body was reacting to his movements. His words comforted me...I WANTED to belong to my Daddy. After all, I was still a young teenage girl, just freshly awakened to orgasms, and I was obsessed with having another one. Who else to better give me orgasms than the sexiest man I knew? My hips moved on their own accord, in time to the sawing of his cock across my clit. After a few minutes of this, he seemed to make up his mind, and used his hand to directly rub the head of his cock inside my puffy lips, over the hard nub of my clit, up and down, slicking my entire inner labia with my juices and his own leaking precum.
All this stimulation was too much for my young, eager snatch, and I began to shake all over in an impending orgasm. Before I could release, my father slid the head of his cock downward to the hollow depression below my clit and shoved, sharp and fast. My pussy resisted my father's penis at first, and then the head popped into the hole. The pain was sharp and ripping as he slid deeper, and I felt something give way with a flash of sharp pain. I cried out and tried to move away, but my father's hands mastered me, and kept me still. He thrust that invader deeper, inexorably slow, watching my face as the tears streamed out of my eyes. He encouraged me, by telling me how tight and hot I was around his cock and how incredibly beautiful I felt.
I felt stuffed beyond belief. When the ripping feeling died away, I felt him able to move a bit deeper into the sore sensitive flesh of my vagina, back and forth, like a piston. I lifted my head and saw the huge shaft dominating the gap between my spread legs. It looked impossible that I could stretch enough to accomodate it. Blood, precum and my own lubricant let him dig deeper with each thrust. My pussy and my belly felt stuffed to the point of pain by the hard insistent thrusts from my father's cock. He was also focused on the same sight I had glanced earlier...how his adult penis, with all its veins and hair, was invading my smooth, immature, creamy, flower-petaled labia. I was defiled now, by my own father.
My father's breathing became more erratic as he began to dominate my young pussy in earnest. My poor once-virgin pussy was stretched and battered to its limits by my father's cock trying to work its way deep into me. I'm not sure how deep he was able to go, but he was thrusting in and out with slow, even strokes. He finally gave up the sight of his cock invading my tender pussy, and just lowered himself to my body as he fucked into me. I felt crushed -- small and battered under the powerful thrusting. My head came up no higher than his chest and I was pinned into the hay as I was so much smaller than him.
Fear gripped me -- I felt as if I was just a body to him at that point, as he rode me fast. No kisses, no whispers of admiration. He simply needed to fuck my hole and have done with it. I felt my Daddy's body stiffen, and he gasped and thrust so deep I thought he'd split me in two. He raised himself up on his two arms and I tilted my head backwards to look up into his face as his hard thrusts abused my tight cunt. He shouted, "Take your juice, baby girl...here's your Daddy's cum!" All the other sounds coming from him after that were grunts and groans. I felt my father's cock swell up inside of me, and a sensation of burning hot pulses began pumping into my pussy as his twitching hips pinned mine to the straw.
I knew he was shooting that thick stuff up inside me and the thought made me go wild with excitement. The hot spurts made my pussy start to convulse in a small orgasm. My father pumped my mature belly full of his hot creamy seed, and then he fell on top of me, spent and breathing heavily. I lay there under him, sore, and a bit dazed, and even more in love with my father than ever before. End