Daddy_s darlings: sweet young things

I guess I still have a lot of tom-boy in my figure — but that also is changing. My hips are starting to broaden and I am developing the curves of a woman.

My breasts have large nipples. My nipples are brown and stand up tall when I am sexually aroused, as I was when I first masturbated on that fateful Friday.

I have always thought that my nipples looked like Hershey's Kisses — you know, the candy — with the aluminum foil peeled off. There aren't a lot of people I can share that observation with, of course.

I opened my thighs and felt my tiny toes curling under.

I ran my fingertips lightly over my dark nipples and moaned.

I could feel my inner and outer cunt lips beginning to swell.

I was by far the most sexually aroused of my inexperienced life.

I could feel my clitoris getting hard and large at the top of my slash.

My outer cunt lips are dark brown, but the flesh between is pink.

I could feel my cooze getting all wet and juicy from my horniness.

I oozed from the base of my slash down onto my fanny.

I got each of my nipples in between my thumbs and forefingers.

I pinched them lightly as my nose moved up and down.

I was moving the small brown cheeks of my ass from side to side.

I placed the balls of my feet flat on the bedspread.

I clutched and gathered the spread with my chubby curling toes.

I remember I was wearing red nail polish on my toenails that day.

I parted my smooth slim thighs as far as I could possibly get them.

I had my knees pointing east and west with my head pointing north.

I pinched a little harder at my nipples and my face contorted.

The skin on the insides of my thighs was starting to tingle.

I began to move my loins up and down in a natural fucking motion.

I dreamed that a real cock was dancing inside my virgin cunt.

I had no idea that my virginity was approaching its death.

I had no idea that my cherry would soon be popped.

My childhood was to be brutally torn from my innocent soul.

I would be spoiled by the vile incestuous lust of my drunken father!

I placed the palms of my hands over my tiny tits and gave them a firm squeeze. Then I pulled on my nipples until the skin around the brown erections was tight and my breasts looked like scoops of fudge ice cream!

But the ache down below was too great for me to ignore any longer. I had to touch my pussy. I moved my fingertips to the insides of my thighs where the nerve-endings felt as if they were going berserk.

I stroked at my thighs starting at my knees. I drew my fingertips with amazing patience toward the sides of my dripping cunt.

Since I was sure that I had complete privacy I did nothing to hold down my exclamations of self-induced physical pleasure. If I wanted to scream bloody murder, I was going to scream bloody murder. I thought that I was alone in the woods. Wrong.

I couldn't have been more wrong if I had tried.

I placed the tip of my middle finger at the base of my cunt. I was panting wildly. I could feel myself turning into a sexual animal. I was a wild jungle beast, I swear! I could feel my hips bucking up and down with a frenzy until I squeaked the bedsprings. My top pillow was banging the headboard against the wall. I was making purring sounds in the back of my throat — sounds that were making my whole throat vibrate. I began to run the tip of my finger up and down the outer lips of my fragrant cunt. I could smell the scent of my emerging womanhood waiting upward toward my pinched nostrils from between my dark parted gains. I loved my scent. I thought that the odor of my cunt was splendid. It made me wonder what my pussy juices tasted like. I rubbed my middle finger up and down my swollen wet slit until I had coated it with my thick natural lubrication. I then brought that finger up to my nose and sniffed at it. I drew my smell deep into my sinuses. My breasts heaved for a moment and I exhaled with a sigh. I popped that finger in my mouth and rolled my tongue over it as I sucked it clean. Naturally, in my fantasy, I dreamed that my finger was really a man's throbbing dick.

How puny my finger seems in retrospect. But at the time I really didn't know very much about what a man, looked like without his clothes on. Now, I guess you might say that I am an expert, of my Daddy's body anyway.

I returned my hand to my pussy. I used the fingertips on my free hand to pull my outer cunt lips apart as far as I could get them.

I flicked my fingertips across the outer edges of my inner lips. I worked one finger between those lips and caressed the little hole where I pee, then moved down to where a man's cock goes. I pushed deep enough inside myself to touch my cherry and withdrew. I lifted my ass from the bedspread for a second so I could run a wet fingertip tip and down the crack of my ass — which I found felt a hell of a lot better than I thought it was going to.

My clit felt ready to burst and I couldn't keep myself from touching there any longer. I ran my fingertip all the way up to the top of my cooze slash. I put the tip of my bold digit directly on my love button and my whole body jerked. My loins stabbed upward toward the low ceiling of my bedroom. I was breathing very hard and it still didn't feel like I was getting any air into my lungs. My skin was slick with sweat. My face was very red. My eyes were closed tightly. I could hear my moans and groans getting louder and louder. I was making such a fuss that I didn't even hear Daddy come in the house. This was a mistake for which I would pay dearly, I assure you.

I began to roll my love button in a slow sensuous circle.

I could feel my sexual tension growing in leaps and bounds.

I started out touching my clit very softly but increased the pressure.

I began by rolling the fiery flesh slowly but increased the speed.

I soon worked myself up to the very edge of bliss.

I pressed hard against the center of my womanly pleasure.

I began to flick my fingertip back and forth across the clit.

That was all if took to tip me over the edge into ecstasy.

I could feel the unadulterated physical joy rippling through my body.

I made a terrible fuss and tears of pleasure streamed down my cheeks. I bucked so hard that one leg fell off the side of the bed. The bedspread was pulled half off the bed. The cloth beneath me was damp from the hot perspiration that was oozing from every pore in my body. I could feel the joy blasting into my brain — by far the most intense sensation I had ever experienced. The come seemed to last for a long time.

I was in heaven.

I was about to go to hell.

The ecstasy stopped and I could feel a warm contentment spread to fill my loins and my belly. All of my muscles were relaxed. I felt more content than I had in years. I was still. Only my breasts moved as I caught my breath. I left my fingers in my pie.

My euphoria was transient.

My contentment was ephemeral.

For just at that moment Daddy burst into my room and looked at my naked body with a combination of hate and lust in his eyes. His hands were balled into fists.

All of the blood drained from my face.

I turned as white as a sheet.

I felt faint.

My body became slick with the sheer icy sweat of my terror.

I don't think I have ever been so frightened in my life.

I'm sorry. We are going to have to stop now. I feel ill. Can we continue this interview at another time?

Interview Two

"What the fuck do you think you are doing?" Daddy screamed.

He was grinding his back teeth together disturbingly.

"I'm sorry Daddy. I never did it before. I was just…"

But my sentence was stopped by his savage slap across my face.

"Take that, cunt. You wanna be a slut, don't you?"