"That's because I never wanted to cheat on her before," her dream father whispered. "But with you, I can't help myself."
"Fuck me more and more, Daddy," she gasped.
"So good," the man in her dream whispered. "You're so soft and snuggly inside. I love the feel of your young, flat belly sliding over me this way. I love screwing you, Jo Ann. I want to go on doing it. You have the best, tightest, hottest little pussy in the whole world and your daddy loves it. Now that I've fucked it once, I have to go on fucking it again and again."
"Yes, yes, yes," Jo Ann murmured, rolling her hips and working her flat belly across her daddy's hard stomach.
Her mind remembered seeing photos of male statues with small penises resting against the sac containing the male testicles, and so in her dream she imagined that sac now slapping against her thigh. The cock, which she had called hard, but which her mind was unable to accept as anything other than soft velvet, continued pistoning slowly in and out of the tightness of her virginal womb, somehow or other stroking her clitoris the way the heel of her hand did when she pushed her finger into her vagina.
"Do you really like my cunt?" she asked timidly.
"I love it," he whispered. "I adore it. I'll never get bored with this wonderful little pussy. I can no more get bored with it than with the blue of the sky or the warmth of the sun, or life, itself. Why honey, you're cunt is the most important thing in the world to your daddy. I adore it, I worship it, and I want to fuck and fuck and fuck it again and again."
"Hush, Daddy! Fuck it all you want. Fuck your little girl to your heart's desire, but do it quietly because we don't want mommy finding out, do we?" In her dream, forbidden words were being emphasized.
The lovely girl hiked her crotch a little bit more, drawing it back, then riding the forward thrusts of her daddy's soft velvet as she felt it steadily fed into her narrow center again and again. Wanting to feel it more, she clamped her muscles all the more tightly around it, gyrating her lovely hips so she would be able to feel the glorious pressure created by that softness all over the inner glove of her clamping vagina.
Waves of carnal passion rode through the young girl as never before, and she rocked her small, tight ass, while pressing her firm young breasts into her daddy's hairless chest. Her hands clung to the flat cheeks of his equally hairless buttocks, clinging to them and pulling him all the more powerfully into her heaving vagina, grinding and hunching.
The words hissed out of her as she felt the need to use forbidden words even more. The sounds came sibilant and low between her clenched teeth: "Oh, you beautiful fucker, you. My wonderful daddy is fucking me with his hot, hard cock. Come on, Daddy. Fuck your little girl's tight cunt. Oh, you sneaky little cunt-stealer, you… do it to me, Daddy… shoot that wonderful stuff in you into me, and let me know you've come. Ooooooohhhhh… I can't stand much more of this… I'm going out of my mind, daddy… ohhhhh… you're the most wonderful cocksman in the whole wide world. Now!"
His sperm came bursting forth, roaring from the head of his penis, and in her mind it was like warm water blasting from a hose, not in bursts, but in a steady wash, inundating the walls of her shuddering young vagina, making her all hot and wet inside. It was eager semen, semen that belonged to her daddy, but it was as thin as her own oils as it splashed ecstatically into her.
Jo Ann's cunt sucked on the soft velvet, and that was when her own orgasm rose swiftly. Having trained herself to come quietly, she did so now, bucking back and forth on her bed.
That was when she realized she was alone in the dark. Her orgasm had once again been self-induced. Her daddy had not been there. No one had been there. She had fingered herself in her sleep, while dreaming.
Now her body was sapped of all energy, and the lovely girl slowly fell into a deeper sleep, a sleep wherein she didn't dream. Totally relaxed, she slept through the night.
The next morning, when she awoke, she realized she had given herself the best climax she's ever had, but it still wasn't good enough. She wanted more… needed more. It was time for her to stop dreaming and to become sexually involved with the opposite sex. But her dream haunted her, and though she knew she would never be able to convince her father to fuck her, she also knew she didn't want to be "stuck" by some inexperienced kid who didn't know what he was doing. She had to start out with a man.
Chapter 2
Jo Ann was quite aware she was a beautiful girl. As she stood before her mirror the following morning, totally naked, looking at her body, she was certain she had all the attributes a woman needed to make herself desirable.
The young woman was five-feet, one-inch in height, and would probably grow a few inches more. She had honey-blonde hair, long and straight, it fell down her back to her shoulder blades. Her eyes were a soft blue and she had a tiny, upturned nose with a heart-shaped pucker for a mouth. Her neck was long and slender and she had soft, gently sloping shoulders. Her skin had a natural light tan to it, giving her a healthy look. She had small, firm breasts that were still growing. Each breast had a rosy circle at the end, and in the middle of the areola was a puckered pink nipple. She expected that one day her breasts would grow as large as her mother's. Her mother had C cups, but her breasts stood up nicely even now. At the moment, Jo Ann had A cups, but she was confident. Her rib cage was very narrow, and her waist even narrower. She still had boyish hips. Though her mother's hips had a wide flare to them, Jo-Ann had the feeling where her hips were concerned, she took after her father's side of the family, and would have that slender young-girl look about her hips, like her Aunt Celia, her father's sister. Her buttocks were small enough so that a man with a large-enough hand would have been able to span the two of them. The cheeks were tight, round, firm, and smooth. Her thighs were also firm, very slender, leading to slim calves that might one day flower a bit wider. Her ankles were very trim, and she had naturally small feet inherited from both sides of the family.
It was Monday, the first day of the work week, and it only being April, Jo Ann knew it meant school for her. Her mother taught in elementary school, and her father worked in some kind of law office. He was a lawyer, but he never went to court, doing all the research for others in his firm. He was a contented man, never having had the desire to argue a case in court, anyway. He was paid more than enough because his research was extremely thorough.
Because her mother was involved in extra curricular activities in her elementary school, the older woman didn't come home until almost five. Her father came home after six, if then. So Jo Ann had been given a key to the house to let herself in with the promise that she would never allow anyone else inside the house with her.
But today, Jo Ann had no intention of going straight home. Monday, her last class was over at one forty-five. She had a lunch period and two free periods following, and sometimes she hung around the school, while other times she just went home. But today was going to be different. Today, Jo Ann had determined in her active imagination, was time-enough to become a woman. After the dream she had enjoyed the previous night, she had decided she wanted to be fucked.
Jo Ann knew who the lucky man would be, too. Oh yes, he would be a lucky man. She had no illusions about that. Any man who fucked her would be lucky, not only because she was so beautiful, which she was, but because she would throw her heart and soul into it and make it as good for him as she expected him to make it good for her.
She slipped into her red skirt and white blouse. At her age, she wore while socks and black patent leather strap shoes without heels.
After having breakfast, she took her schoolbooks and lightheartedly went to school. She had a little tricky negotiating to do, but somehow she had the feeling she would pull it off.