I grew up on a farm, I was home-schooled, sheltered, and my exclusively champion lived about a 20-minute walk from my house. I spent most of my time doing chores and body of work books with my female parent. She was not a happy charwoman ; she was upstage and moth-eaten most of the time. I don't know if she was always like that, but she seemed less and less happy, the elder I got. One year my mother left us for a forgetful time. That year was different. My father was drinking a lot, obviously missing my female parent. He spent most night by the tv alone, I would nestle with him sometimes to keep him ship's company. I felt lonely too.

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

"Hey there, come to bewitch a game with your old man ?"He stroked my long dark-brown tomentum and smiled.

"Who's winning ?"I asked and then leaned against his chest. He hadn't been wearing a shirt, his hirsute dresser tickled my boldness a picayune. His hand moved from my hair to my hip, he rubbed it a niggling ; pushing my already too-short nightie up over my pink cotton wool panty. I felt a little shy, but he was just pa and he couldn't see them from that Angle anyways, so I didn't care.

"The team in red."He said. For a minute I had forgotten what I asked. I was very tired ; it was late and pop was warmly and well-fixed. I thought about all the task I needed to do the next day.

"Oh."I said closing my eyes and snuggling into his warm breast. His manus rubbed my hip and thigh as I dosed off. I was dreaming of something courteous ; I can't call up what it was exactly, but I felt squeamish. I could hear panting ; like a dog on a hot day somewhere off in the aloofness. Then I started to feel something voiced and wet in my panties.

I opened my eyes. The room was dark. The field hockey game was no longer on and my daddies head was between my opened ramification. I was shaking and it felt really good. I realised that I no longer was wearing panty, 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 edge, 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 oral sex down to my private area again and began to lick it again. I relaxed my consistency and closed my optic, I tried to enjoin myself that it was a dream. I was panting, the dog sound ; it was me.

"Daddy…"I tried to think of something to say, I felt bad, but goodness. My pegleg were shaking a little, and something was building up, I thought I might pee. His hired hand went under my nightie and touched my depart nipple, it was very medium and I yelped a little when he pinched it.

"dad, something is happening !"I yelled, and tried to take out away. He held my thigh with his other helping hand and I couldn't move even though I tried with all my might. He held onto my mammilla and continued to flick me with his spit. And then I screamed out as my branch shook hard. I started crying.

"pop, oh…. Why ? Daddy ? !"I bucked with my hips as he sucked on me and licked me for a recollective fourth dimension. When he stopped I continued to cry. I laid there on the couch with my legs wide open up, 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 men. I opened my wet eyes, I felt hot, and over whelm. I felt shy, and ashamed, but I had also liked it.

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

"Do you want me to make you find good again ?"He asked, still gently rubbing me. I didn't respond, I was only panting. He leaned forward again to start licking me. It happened all over again for what seemed ilk 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 point I had fallen asleep, and when I woke up the next first light, 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 panties were missing. I laid still with my hired man on my private parts for a minute, remembering the things daddy made me feel. I started to adjoin myself like he had. Rubbing the nubbin in the center until I cried out and began to stimulate again.

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

My mother came back a few weeks later. What happened that dark 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 climax, and even though I now know what he did was wrong, I still think about him sometimes while my husband gives me oral exam sex .