"I knew that both Andy and Eddie had liked to look at my little pussy, and I figured that Pop would, too. So, this one night, I got undressed in my room, and stood in front of the mirror. My breasts were beginning to take shape and I had a little fringe of hair starting under my arms and around my pussy. I noticed that my body was getting a little more like a woman's too. And as I looked at myself I got hot again. I wondered if my body, and all the love that was gathered inside me, could make my father want to caress and kiss me.
"Pop was sitting with his beer, watching TV. He wasn't drunk, but he wasn't exactly sober, either. It was hot and he was sitting there in just his shorts. I walked through the living room, pretending I was going into the kitchen for a drink of water. I was naked, and because the door was to one side of the TV set, I knew he would have to notice me.
"I walked slow and pretended to half turn and look at the TV screen. I could feel Pop's eyes on me and I went into the kitchen feeling real excited. I put the light on and got a drink of water. I heard him come to the kitchen door and I set the glass down and turned so that I was facing him squarely. I took a deep breath so that my breasts were shoved out high, with the tiny, pink nipples standing out straight. I spread my legs a little so he could see my pussy clearly. I just stood there, watching his eyes. I saw him ogling me from breasts to pussy, and I could see his prick, under his shorts, begin to get hard.
"He shook his head a little and said, 'God, you're growing up fast.'
"I decided to make my move. I ran my hands over my breasts and stomach, and walked over closer to him. Am I pretty, Pop?' I asked. He licked his lips and nodded. I saw that his prick was standing up real stiff and proud and I was sure I had him hooked.
"He reached out and felt my nipple, then he touched the other one. I moved in closer to him and reached out and grabbed his prick in my hand. I bent over and took the head of it in my mouth and began to suck it. For a second or two, Pop just stood there. I took more and more of his cock into my mouth, my head bobbing up and down faster and faster. Then Pop reached down and grabbed my hair and pulled my head up. I thought he was going to hit me, but instead, he took me up in his arms, so my feet were off the floor, and he began to kiss me, sticking his tongue in my mouth. He was holding me so that his prick was brushing against my cunt, and I began to get hotter than I already was as I felt it press hard against my crotch and stomach.
"Pop carried me into the bedroom his room and he stripped off his shorts and got on the bed with me. He pushed me back and began to kiss my breasts. I was wild with pleasure as he moved on down my body, licking my stomach, then sticking his tongue into my bellybutton. He was using one hand to rub my pussy and he began to massage my little knob with one finger. I heard myself saying, 'Suck me, suck me.' I sounded as if I were another person, my voice was so husky and anxious.
"Pop moved down and I spread my legs wide to receive his hot tongue inside my throbbing cunt. He began to lick hard. His tongue rubbed the lips of my pussy and then massaged my knob. He reached up with one hand and played with the nipple of my titty, pinching it and making it sting, but it was a delicious hurt. I began to buck my ass up in a rhythm that matched his thrusting tongue, and then the lightening burst inside me and spread over my whole body. Pop just kept on, and inside another minute, I had come again.
"I was lightheaded with the thrill of it. I crawled away and pushed Pop back on his back. I took his cock in my mouth, sucking it and washing it up and down the whole length of it with my tongue. I kept hold of it near the base and jerked it while I sucked it. Pop propped himself up on his elbows so he could watch me, and I got a real kick when I looked right into his eyes and saw how excited and happy I was making him.
"He shot a big, big load into my mouth. I wanted to show him how much I wanted to please him, so I swallowed it quickly and kept on sucking and jerking his cock.
"But he pulled me away and laid me back on the bed. He spread my legs wide and got on his knees. He took his cock in his hand. Then he looked into my eyes and asked, 'Have you been fucked, Elsa?' I told him the truth, that I had tried once, but I was too small. I babbled on and told him I wanted him to do it to me more than anything. I was going wild, seeing his prick poised near my open cunt, and I wanted him to fuck me and make me come.
"He eased the head of it in and it felt good. I jumped a little when he went deeper, but it felt wonderful when his hard prick rubbed along my knob. I moaned a little and he said, 'Does it hurt, baby?' I shook my head and said, 'Fuck me hard, Pop.'
Then he let himself go, ramming it as deep into my cunt as it could go. It hurt some, but I was so delirious with the pleasure of feeling it deep inside me that I didn't care. My body just seemed to blend in with Pop's, and we thrashed around on the bed in a tangle of sweaty flesh until I felt a flood of hot, wet jism shoot inside me. At that instant, I came. I could feel my knob jerking and bobbing, sending waves of pleasure all through me, I threw my arms around Pop's neck and kissed him, sticking my tongue in his mouth, moving it around and sucking his tongue.
"He kept on ramming and kept his hard-on. I was in a daze of delight. I'd had my first real fuck and it had been wonderful ten times better than having my cunt sucked or fingered. Even more important, I could have more, any time I wanted!
"Afterward, I told Pop about Andy and Eddie. He was angry at first, but when I convinced him that neither of them had really fucked me, he cooled off… 'I slept with him in his bed that night, and I sucked him off again after he had fucked me.
"I slept with Pop at least three times a week for the next two years! When I was thirteen, I began to have dates with other men. I never did go out with what you'd call a boy they were all older men. I began going steady with Roy. It caused an awful row with Pop because Roy was almost as old as he was. Pop threatened to kick me out. He had an awful fight with Roy over us seeing each other. Pop knew that Roy was fucking me, and I got mad and wouldn't let Pop have me anymore. Then I found out that I was pregnant. I was positive that it had to be by Roy, but there was an outside chance that it was Pop's baby. It shook Roy up and he wanted me to have an abortion when I told him I was pregnant. But Pop was dead set against it. He insisted that Roy marry me, but I didn't want to, nor did Roy.
"Things were bad for the next nine months. I had to drop out of school and Pop turned awfully mean. He drank more than ever and hardly talked to me. I tried to be good to him. I cooked all the meals and kept the house a lot neater than my mother ever had, but he was so ashamed that all he did was drink. He told me once, that if the baby was his, and turned out to be an idiot, that he'd kill himself. He had me worried that something would be wrong with the baby, and I began to lose weight and get nervous.
"But the baby was born dead. I will never know if it was Roy's or Pop's, but I'm positive that Dave is the father of my little boy, because I never went back home after I got out of the hospital.
"Dave goes to college. I guess he's a hippie, but he has a job. He wears crazy clothes, has long hair and a full, wild beard. I don't know if I love him, but I've been living with him for almost a year now. We talked it over, when I got pregnant, and decided that neither of us really wanted to be tied to a child. So I answered one of those ads in the paper where somebody pays all the hospital bills and gives you cash in return for them adopting the baby.
"I’m not just Dave's girl. He sleeps around a lot, too. Neither of us wants to get married. Maybe I'm a hippie, too, because I agree with Dave on his ideas about marriage and sex. I like variety. I don't know what I'll be doing tomorrow; I just live for today, doing what I want to do. I learned that from Dave, but it was buried deep inside me anyhow, and Dave just happened along to encourage me to be myself.