I grew up on a farm, I was home-schooled, sheltered, and my solitary friend lived about a 20-minute base on balls from my house. I spent nigh of my prison term doing chores and work Holy Scripture with my mother. She was not a glad woman ; she was distant and cold most of the fourth dimension. I don't know if she was always like that, but she seemed less and less happy, the older I got. One year my mother left us for a short time. That year was different. My Father was drinking a lot, obviously missing my mother. He spent to the highest degree night by the tv alone, I would draw close with him sometimes to keep him company. I felt lonely too.

One day while he was watching the hockey biz, downing his 7th or 8th beer, he looked sad. So I went to sit on his lap as I had many fourth dimension in the past. He hadn't shaved in weeks ; his beard was thick and stained icteric with beer.

"Hey there, derive to catch a game with your old man ?"He stroked my long brownish hair and smiled.

"Who's winning ?"I asked and then leaned against his chest. He hadn't been wearing a shirt, his hairy chest tickled my cheek a short. His helping hand moved from my hair to my hip, he rubbed it a little ; pushing my already too-short nightie up over my pink cotton panties. I felt a trivial shy, but he was just daddy and he couldn't see them from that angle anyways, so I didn't care.

"The team in red."He said. For a moment I had forgotten what I asked. I was very tired ; it was late and daddy was warm and well-situated. I thought about all the chores I needed to do the next day.

"Oh."I said closing my eyes and snuggling into his warm breast. His paw rubbed my hip and thigh as I dosed off. I was dreaming of something gracious ; I can't remember what it was exactly, but I felt decent. I could get a line panting ; like a dog on a hot day somewhere off in the distance. Then I started to finger something easygoing and wet in my panties.

I opened my eyes. The room was dark. The hockey game game was no long on and my daddies head was between my opened legs. I was shaking and it felt really in force. I realised that I no longer was wearing panties, and I felt like I couldn't breath.

"What are you doing ? ? ! ?"I said alarmed, but I didn't move away. I felt like I was on the bound, about to fall off a cliff. Something amazing was happening to me, something new.

"Shh.. quiet, it's alright."He said whispering, then he lowered his promontory down to my private area again and began to lick it again. I relaxed my organic structure and closed my centre, I tried to secernate myself that it was a pipe dream. I was panting, the dog speech sound ; it was me.

"Daddy…"I tried to recall of something to say, I felt bad, but thoroughly. My stage were shaking a little, and something was building up, I thought I might pee. His paw went under my night-robe and touched my entrust pap, it was very sensitive and I yelped a piffling when he pinched it.

"Daddy, something is happening !"I yelled, and tried to pull away. He held my thigh with his other mitt and I couldn't relocation even though I tried with all my might. He held onto my mamilla and continued to jerk me with his tongue. And then I screamed out as my legs sway hard. I started crying.

"Daddy, oh…. Why ? Daddy ? !"I bucked with my hips as he sucked on me and licked me for a hanker clip. When he stopped I continued to cry. I laid there on the couch with my legs wide open, shaking.

"I bet you liked that."He said quietly. He sat there at the end of the couch touching my knee with one of his mitt. I opened my wet eyes, I felt hot, and over overpower. I felt shy, and ashamed, but I had also liked it.

He continued to search down at my naked private parts, and he lifted his hand off of my leg to touch it again gently. He used his ovolo to rub me a short. I looked into his eyes in the darkness, trying to see why this was suddenly happening. I could feel that feeling coming back and I was wiggling against his thumb.

"Do you need me to realise you palpate good again ?"He asked, still gently rubbing me. I didn't respond, I was only panting. He leaned forward again to protrude licking me. It happened all over again for what seemed like hours. I felt wetness underneath me like I had peed all over the couch. I was embarrassed, but each time he stopped and asked me If I wanted it again, I never said no. At some peak I had fallen asleep, and when I woke up the next morning, I was in my own bed.

My first thought had been that it really was a dream, but when I touched myself down there, it was very wet and slimy. Also, my panty were missing. I laid still with my mitt on my genitals for a minute, remembering the matter daddy made me feel. I started to tinge myself like he had. Rubbing the nubbin in the middle until I cried out and began to shake again.

There was nothing else in the earth like it. That feeling was addicting.

My female parent came back a few calendar week later. What happened that night never happened again. My daddy never talked about it, so neither did I. But, I will tell you that he opened me up to a world filled with orgasm, and even though I now know what he did was unseasonable, I still think about him sometimes while my husband gives me oral sex .