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Author’s noteThis is an unusual account of a taboo topic; incest between a father and daughter. What makes it unusual is that both parties have written this from their individual perspective. Kelly is 16, Bill her father is 45. This is their story of how their relationship changed from that of a parent daughter to one of lovers. Daddy and Daughter’s Perspectives Part 1 A 16 year old and her father’s views on why they committed incest Kelly November 28, early evening. Although technically still a virgin, as I hadn’t yet been fucked I had been quite active with a few boys. That had started a few months ago, which was the time most of the more adventurous girls I knew got things going. So having that experience under my belt, above it as well actually for my little tits saw quite a lot of action, at sixteen and a half I felt fairly grown up, but not yet a woman. I was in with two groups of girls. One was the more ballsy girls in my class in the sixth form of the rather posh, but still State all girl’s school I attended and the other was the mates I had grown up with in my neighbourhood. In both groups we talked about boys and sex a lot. Out of the ten or so in the two groups there were four who said they had done ‘it.’ One of those was Holly a fat girl who was in my class and was my age and the other three were older. The rest were about as active as me. We had all been titted up of course and most of us had been fingered. Some of us claimed to have had climaxes as we called them, we weren’t yet familiar with orgasms. I had let one boy undo my school blouse and with another I had taken my tee off, but I had not yet been naked with anyone. I had got to point where I wanted to go all the way. I wanted to find out what it was liked to have a dick in me and be fucked, but my social conditioning made me feel scared and so far I had resisted. Another restraining factor was of course the horror that I might catch something or in many ways worse would get pregnant. They were both holding me back from going all the way. I knew of girls my age having babies and şişli escort bayan I was petrified of that. However, I knew full well that if such a disaster happened that my dad, though angry and disappointed would support me; he was always there for me. Of course I suppose I loved him in the way that most girls love their father. But at times I felt a little uncomfortable for my attraction to him verged on going beyond ‘typical’ puppy love.’ I sometimes looked at him and wondered what he would be like naked, whether he had a big dick or not and what it would be like to be in his arms, my bare tits squashed against his hairy chest. I tried to banish such thoughts from my mind, but they always returned. I wanted someone to discuss that with, but there was no one, not my classmates or my friends at home. I tried finding more on the web and got into chat rooms, but that was insane so I kept my Oedipus complex inside me. Mum was a different kettle of fish. Beautiful though she was on the outside, with hair as blonde as mine and a great figure, she was a bitch inside and I am sure that she was playing away from home. I can’t say why I felt that, woman’s instinct I suppose, despite my lack of womanhood! Dad was so patient with her and let her get away with so much. She was out at least two evening a week with ‘friends,’ bits on the side I thought, but he never questioned her or asked where she went or what she got up to most evenings of the week. He is, I thought, a bit weak. But then mum is a tough old bird and she would give him hell if he did anything wrong or forgot something. She and I had gradually grown to dislike each other, although I hoped that my tits would grow over the next few years to be like her full. C cup beauties. As long as I could remember I had felt more comfortable with girls and boys older than myself. I had been like that for a few years. When I was younger that wasn’t a problem, but now I was well of an age where I could have full sex, older boys, men really became dangerous. That became the case one evening when mecidiyeköy escort bayan it was parent’s evening at school. Mum couldn’t make it, probably being shagged in the back of some young tennis coach’s car I pondered, but of course dad could, he always did. I had arranged to have dinner at my friend Sara’s house and dad had said he would collect me around nine when he would drop Sara’s parents off. Whilst I like Sara, the big attraction was her brother Cal. He was handsome, well built, a great footballer and twenty two, an older man! And I knew that he fancied me ‘something rotten.’ He had told me that a week or so ago when I was in his bedroom, my school blouse was undone, my tits were bare and at least two of his fingers were up my cunt. I was beginning to think that I would select him to take my cherry, but I wanted that to happen in perfect circumstances and not in the back of his Mini or in his bedroom with Sara and his mum downstairs; I’m an old romantic at heart really. The evening of the parent’s meeting Cal’s mate Brett and Sara had gone to her bedroom in her bedroom. Sara was a quiet one, rarely telling the rest of us what she got up to and it would not have surprised me if she had done it, and several times! “Come on Kel” Cal had said taking my hand and leading me to his bedroom which was really cool with great photos, play stations, iPad and laptop and a terrific sound system. We kissed standing up. He was a good kisser as I thought I was; I practiced often on my hand using my thumb and the side of it as lips and I watched xhamster to get tips. We both used our tongues and quickly the embrace and the kiss became very passionate. I was thrilled when I felt his erection pressing into my tummy and excited when he firstly squeezed my bum through the thin cotton of my blue, gingham school skirt and then cupped my tit through the white blouse. “God Kelly you are fantastic he moaned” kissing me even harder. I didn’t know what to say so I kissed him back and squirmed my mound against his erection. I felt his hand escort şişli leave my breasts and go to the front of my blouse. Still kissing I felt the buttons open one by one until the sides parted and my chest was bare. He slid it off my shoulders and dropped it on the bed where we had kissed and cuddled in the past and where he had fingered me to a climax. He stood back and looked at me; I felt shy. “They are lovely Kelly” he sighed stroking my breasts and then softly pinching and pulling my little nipples. I felt his hand go up my skirt at the back and he stroked my bottom through the white, lacy panties with which I had replaced the school ones in the toilet, where I had also removed my bra, before leaving school. Pulling me towards the low sofa in the corner he gently eased me down and settled me in the corner. He lay beside me and we kissed again. His hands were all over my tits and his erection was pressed against the side of my leg near my hip. My legs were dangling over the edge of the sofa and he was half lying and half kneeling alongside me if that makes sense. He had his left arm round my shoulders pulling my face against his as we kissed. I felt his right hand move downwards from my boobs, across my stomach and down my bare legs. Sliding under the hem it slithered slowly and excitingly up again until he cupped my mound. That made my body jerk and I let out a low grunt. It felt good. He pressed right on my clit and ran his fingers along the lips of my pussy. “Oh Cal” I couldn’t help groaning so extreme were the feelings. “Yes baby, yes, is it good?” “It’s marvellous” I groaned as his fingers fumbled inside my very grown up panties. They found my bare, wet pussy, ran round my lips and then two or three, I wasn’t quite sure, slid into me. It was fucking amazing. He started pumping them up and down giving me the most incredible feelings. I moaned and groaned and jerked and jumped as such fantastic sensations roared through my body. “Oh god Cal I am going to cum” I blurted out as he took my hand and pulled it towards him. I assumed that he was going to place it on the bulge in his jeans and I was surprised when I felt the bareness of his naked, erect cock. “Yes Kel, cum, cum for me” he moaned pumping faster and deeper as I rubbed his cock. The physical feelings were sensational, but the emotional ones were hard to cope with.
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