Where it happened: Parents bed
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 4
Category: Straight
I can’t believe I will tell my story. Here goes.
A tall and very filled out girl at thirteen most said I looked nineteen . My skin was clear and no one called me plain. My parents mostly protected me and I never dated or had boys over my house. My father never drank steady but every now and then he got real drunk . Because I was six foot one inch my C size breast looked small compared to other shorter girls. I was the only child left in the house as my twin sisters were married and they were eight years older than me any way.
Well the day it happened it was a Friday evening and I had showered down the hall and I planned a quick dash nude down the hall to my bed room. Sure enough I was half way down the hall when dad opened his door and saw me dash by. Because I saw him I looked at him and my half open door clobbered me. Wham I went at the door and then I took a few steps back and fell on my ass and held my head. My dad was shorter than me at five foot seven and he was sixty one at the time. Any way my Dads hands were under my arm pits picking me and I was so dazed and too suprised to be aware I was nude. He turned me around and was looking at the bump on my head and then he looked down at me. That’s when I realized I was nude . I covered my nipples and he looked lower . I shaved because I was on the swim team and well you all know. Then I covered that as well with a hand. Daddy grabbed my hand and walked me to the refrigerator and grabbed a small bag of Ice and put it on my head. Hold this he said and he grabbed my handand I followed him to his room and he closed the door behind him. Daddy what are you thinking I said . I knew Mom was working in the garden. Daddy pulled back the blankets on the bed and told me to lay down. I could smell he was drunk. Please don’t I said and he replied not one more word. I knew better than to speak after that. He felt my breast and commented how perfect they were then he pulled the ice bag and kissed my bump on my head. We looked at each other and I felt sorry for him being so drunk. I knew he would regret his actions so far and I shook my head no as he caressed my one breast . He had one hand was under my head and he continued to caress my breast and it did feel nice. I didn’t want it to feel good but my eyes rolled and I enjoyed it and placed my hand on his. His hand then went to my flat tummy and I crossed my legs and became rigid . It trailed to my coochie and he ordered me to uncross my legs. He kissed my lips which was strange and I smelled the beer. His hand was now on my coochie with his fingers together and his palm was pushing on my love button. He tried to French kiss me but I kept my mouth shut. He put the ice back on my head and I covered my eyes with my arm worried about what he would do now. He lifted my knees and I was biting my lip and quietly crying saying under my breath no Daddy no. Then I felt him dig around on me . The pulling and prying was clinical but then he went to work on my love button and I got wet. Your still a maid he said but you had a finger in here haven’t you. I leaned up and nodded . Who was it ? And he named a couple boys I knew . You can talk he said. It was me daddy. When was this he questioned ? Not to long ago I did it in the tub I’m sorry. We’re you thinking about boys? I confessed I was curious. Well you still have a little cherry for daddy for daddy don’t you. He removed his belt and I covered my face with a pillow. Soon I felt it swirling around in my wetness. He tossed the pillow from my face . He was pushing and I was in some pain.Your drunk I said in anger. That was the only time I ever talked back to him. I think that is when he started losing his hardness. He went mostly soft and couldn’t push it in me and was I lucky. He flopped around and then gave up and I ran to my bed room. He never drank a drop since and I forgave him . We never told any one.
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