My name is Katya. I was born in the Ukraine in 1980. My father was an engineer and my mother a nurse. In the early part of 1988 my sire was percentage of a soviet contingent that went to Sweden as part of a engineering science exchange program between the Soviet Union and Sweden. He had brought my female parent and me along for the few months that we were supposed to be there. Well, he'd had sufficiency of the commie regime and he defected while we were there. We all soon moved to the United States, where he went to work at a vauntingly technical school business firm outside of President Washington D.C. My mother never really took to her surround and refused to acquire to utter English so, even when I was Loretta Young, I acted as her translator when we went to the foodstuff store. She always seemed sad and wistful and often talked of our old home in the Ukraine.

I'll tell you a little more about myself. I am a natural blonde with ice-blue center. Even as a lilliputian miss I turned foreland. As far back as I could remember I was a hornlike miss. Of course, I didn't know that at the clock time. When I was 7 years old, I discovered that humping a pillow or climbing a Pole felt really practiced. By the time I turned nine, I had given myself my maiden orgasm, the intensity of which initially scared me half to death. I soon got over my fears and was diddling myself pretty regularly. One day, after I turned 11, I'd come dwelling after playing with friends. At first, nobody seemed to be plate, but then I heard some gentle moaning, so I went to enquire. The door to my parent's room was cracked, and my mom was lying on the bed, legs bed cover, with a dildo in her haired cunt. I watched with fascination when she started moaning louder and started jolt as she reached an orgasm. I knew immediately that my mom was masturbating, but I'd never thought of putting something inside me when I did it. The next sentence I masturbated I put my haircloth brushwood grip, which was smooth and rounded, in my footling pussy and had even better orgasms. My hairbrush and I had a lot of exciting here and now together after that !

Unfortunately, after I turned 12 years old, my mother, who never really got over being home sick, moved back to the Ukrayina. Of course, by then I had booster in school and loved my liveliness in the America and I had no desire to go back to the Ukrayina, so it was decided that I would stay with my dad. My dad and I both really missed mom, but we had always been close, and we spent even more fourth dimension together after she left. Dad got a new job at his companionship that allowed him to bring from home at to the lowest degree three twenty-four hours a week, so we spent a lot of time together. We'd go to the pic, watch TV, and go bivouacking and fishing together. My best friend's figure was Sarah and we were always getting in some sort of hassle together. Her parents always worked so we'd spend about of our clock time at my house. During the summertime we rarely left my backyard pool.

Sarah also had an honest-to-goodness buddy, Steve, who was about a yr onetime than me at the prison term. His was the first-class honours degree raise penis I'd ever seen. One day when I was at her mansion she asked me if I'd ever seen a"boy's matter"before. I told her no. She told me her comrade would register us his. Show it he did. Fully gruelling his little pecker wasn't much cock-a-hoop than my pinky finger, and I couldn't help but compare him to the size of my trusty hairbrush handle. I even touched it, but then I blurted out"wow, it's so tiny ”. Suddenly Steve turned beet red, yanked up his drawers, and ran out of the way. I guess that wasn't what he wanted to get wind. He rarely ever spoke to me again.

One thing I learned from having Sarah as my ally was that I looked different"down there ”. We had both just started to really break and uprise tomentum, but where Sarah had only a straight fiddling slit, my hooded clit poked out of my little slit about a quartern of an in. Maybe that was why I was always so ruttish. It seemed that even riding a bike or wearing my swimwear, which was a bit too minuscule on me, really got me going.
One time she told me that another girl from school had told her how often boy like a legato, knock off slit. We had both started shaving our legs, so one day while she was at my household, we got out some fresh razors to shave our pubic hair. beginning I shaved Sarah's dark, curly, but sparse puss fur very carefully. I was really afraid that I would cut her, but I didn't and I thought it looked better afterwards. Then it was her go to trim me. She squirted on the shaving gel and carefully went to solve. As she worked around my tumesce rim I realized just how horny I was getting. As she shaved around my button, she put her quarter round right wing on my clit and pulled it over to the face almost immediately I started to have an orgasm that caused me to shudder and moan. She looked at me funny and asked"Are you OK ? Did I hurt you ?"I just laughed and told her no. That was the first time I'd ever cum with someone else touching me, but it was years before I told her what had happened. I did hump the feeling of being completely smooth down there, and from then on I shaved regularly.

I'd seen my dad naked a time or two, but never with an erecting. I supposed this would be a good property to depict Papa. He is about six feet marvelous with sandy blond hair and hazelnut eyes. He's in great pattern for such a geek. He runs a lot and has a menage gym he uses almost every day. He has an athletic build, with muscular arms and cracking six-pack abs. He is also uncircumcised like most Russian men. Sarah always used to tease me about how hot my dad was. I knew he was well-favoured, but I always got irritated at her, because what young lady would ever be attracted to her dad ? And then one day it all changed. I was 14 years old at the time. Sarah and I had entered a skill middling contest. Well, dad used his considerable talents to facilitate us meet it and we ended up winning kickoff shoes ! I was so arouse that I rushed into the house after school to secernate my dad. He wasn't in his situation or out back so I went to his room. That's when I heard the cascade running. The bathroom threshold was cracked and I peeked in. I was mesmerized by what I saw. I saw my dad through the crank shower room access, facing sideways so he didn't notice me standing there staring at him. And he was stroking his hard 8"cock ! Compared to Steve's, it was positively gigantic ! Suddenly he tensed up, groaned, and blanched clobber started spurting onto the shower wall. I shook my ego from my air castle and sneaked back out of his elbow room. When I got back to my way, I felt my panties and they were soaked through. I yanked them off, grabbed my light touch and plunged it in my little pussy. I imagined my dad's huge cock sliding in and out of me until I started having the skillful climax of life. I was cumming so heavy that I didn't hear the whack on the door. Suddenly there was my dad standing in the doorway frozen in shock staring between my legs. He mumbled something about being sorry then took one lowest smell between my pegleg and backed out the door. That's when I realized what he must have seen when he opened the room access. I was laying there with no panties on, legs spread astray in the air, with my fuzz encounter buried in my bald, soaking cunt. I was extremely chagrined, but at the same clip I was really turned on as well. Dad acted as if nothing happened that evening as we snuggled and watched TV. For the next few calendar month goose egg seemed out of the ordinary and I was disappointed to gain that he didn't smell at me in sexual way. On the other deal, visions of him naked in the shower became the theme of many of my masturbatory fantasies.

Then one weekend, dad rented some picture for us to watch. We made some popcorn, hot cocoa, and got ready for the movie. I was just wearing my pajamas, which consisted of one of dad's shirts that I borrowed and no scanty, and he was wearing his pugilist boxers. I crawled over to the VCR to put in the tape and protrude the motion picture. When I got up and walked back I was amazed to see that dad was trying to hide an hard-on that was tenting up his boxers. Now I knew that men got hard-on when they got sexually excited. We snuggled and watched the film, but I was still trying to image out what had given him an erecting. When I went to the bathroom I turned around and hang over and looked in the replete length mirror on the door. The t-shirt rode up and my shave pussy was clearly seeable with the little release poking out of my slit. My God, dad had gotten hard because he was looking at ME ! I was so charge and turned on by this new revelation. When I went back I crawled right up into his lap with my legs straddling his. Soon I felt something hard right below the fling of my ass. I stole a few glances and could see the tip of his penis pushing up on his packer. After the movie I hurried to my elbow room and buried my brush in my bald footling slit and ended up having three sexual climax. That night I decided that I wanted him to be the one to ingest my virginity and I started to put a plan together.

Whenever I changed or showered, I would leave behind the door open a scissure. At night I would bust my myopic"Night shirt"and I'd never put on step-in. I caught dad looking at me when I got up, and there was usually a goon in his pants. Then I got brave one day and left the door afford a pass while I masturbated. I moaned a little bit more than usual, hoping that dad would be watching. When I finished I glanced at the door and I saw a shadow move outside. Dad had seen everything ! When I got up, he had gone back to his bedchamber. When he came out a few minutes later he looked flushed but happy, and I knew that he had masturbated thinking about me !

I was about to turn 15 and dad had always thrown a big political party for me, but this year I told him I just wanted it to be him and me. He asked what I wanted for my natal day and I told him I wanted to frequent for apparel and get a glamour makeover at the mall. He bought me a really squeamish dress which I changed into, and then I had my physical composition and hairsbreadth done. When I looked in the mirror, I barely recognized myself. I'd been transformed from a girl into a beautiful woman. When I came out of the salon, dad was speechless ! I even noticed that a lot of other men were checking me out as we walked together. We went to dinner and it felt more like I was on my world-class date.

When we got home dad asked me what I wanted to do and I told him I was going to exact a bath. Then I asked him to wash my cover like he used to when I was little. He hesitated and said he didn't know if that was a very proficient theme. I begged and pleaded and he finally agreed. He started the bath while I went to my room to get out of my new dress. Then, completely nude I walked into the john. Dad turned around and was completely speechless again. I could see him drinking in every inch of my naked cutis and I saw a look in his eye I'd never seen before. Of course, with my hair looking so mature I didn't want to lap it, but I asked him to scrub my book binding. When he was done he started to entrust. I asked him why he was leaving if he hadn't washed me all over. He hesitated but slowly walked back to the tub. Then he started scrubbing me, first with a washcloth, but soon with just his big secure hands. Soon his custody had worked up my thigh and he gently brushed my pussy. I let out a groan and fan out my legs further. Seeing the invitation he started gently rubbing my clit. I was in Heaven and just about to cum, when he suddenly stood up and said in Russian"What the hell am I doing"and he rushed out of the lav. I got out and dried off, put the towel around me and followed him to his elbow room. He was sitting on the bed with his head in his hands muttering something to himself in Russian about being a bad Padre. I walked over to him, put my arms around him, and told him"daddy, I want you to match me and make me feel good."He said he couldn't do it. That my wanting it didn't make it right and that he was afraid he would go to poky and never see me again. I lifted his font up to attend at me and I let my towel drop. I ask him if he thought I was beautiful. He said I was the most beautiful creature he'd ever set middle on. Then I kissed him right on the lips. Soon he was kissing me back. I'd never kissed anybody in a romantic way before and he immediately got my juices flowing again. Again I begged him to make me finger good. He finally agreed, but told me that it would always possess to be our secret. I agreed and he lifted me up and laid me on the bed. He began kissing and fondling me all over. I was in Eden. Then he started working his way down my belly until he was teasing the outer folds of my twat. It was driving me crazy, so I begged him to please equal me down there. That's when he dipped his natural language into my pussy and then ran it up my prick and circled my button. It felt like galvanising stupor running through me. He would circle my clit, then gently suckle it into his rima oris, and then flick his tongue over the top of it. That was all too much and my world was suddenly rocked by an earth-shattering orgasm so huge I thought I was going to pass out. Unlike the other climax I'd had, this one didn't block up right away. Wave after undulation of pleasure crashed over me as he very lightly continued to flick his skilled tongue across my clit. When he finally stopped I was gasping for breathing time and couldn't move or talk. He asked if I was alright. When I could finally start to proceed and mean again, I sat up and hugged him and told him it was amazing and I loved him more than ever. Then I told him it was his twist. He slowly pulled off his shortstop and out sprung the object of my desire. I touched and gently ran my hand over the tip smearing his pre-cum over his cock. He sighed and moaned as I slowly moved my hand up and down his pounding, uncut cock. Then I said"daddy, I want to feel it inside me."He sat up and said"No Baby, you're too small and it will suffer you. I don't think you're quick for that yet."Not to be denied, I told him that I'd been using my hairbrush for various twelvemonth and I really wanted it. He finally said that he would do it, but if it started to hurt he would stop. He laid me back and started caressing me again. I felt him dip one finger in my pussy as a shiver went up my acantha. Soon he had two digit in me and he was slowly fucking my sopping wet pussy with them. When he was satisfied that I was ready he positioned himself over me and very slowly started pushing his cock into me. commencement the head popped into me. Slowly he fed about an inch into me and then pulled back. Then it was two inches then three. He completely filled me as he slowly pushed into me. I'd never felt so fully before, but then it felt really full too. I never did feel the pain so many virgins feel, probably because I'd been using my hairbrush grip for so long. He had been slowly moving in and out of me for several min, and then he pulled almost all the way out and asked if I was set. I nodded and with one promptly apparent motion, he plunged all the way into me until his cocked bumped right into my cervix. A shockwave of pleasure reverberated through me even though it felt like he was going to rip me apart from the sheer size of him. On the thirdly push, the orgasm started. This one was completely different. It started deep inside me and radiated outward, until my whole trunk quivered with pleasure. As I started to cum I know my pussy must own clamped down hard on his cock, because he let out a payload moan, tensed up, and then I felt his cock getting even bigger inside me. Then I could find the warmth of his hot juices filling me and spilling down the scissure of my ass. As he fell on top of my I wrapped my blazonry around his cervix and said `` Oh daddy, I love you so much. Thank you. '' He kissed me on the brass and told me in Russian"Happy Birthday, Baby girl ”. I later found out that he had secretly had a vasectomy before mom had left us, because he was afraid that another small fry would just be too a great deal for her. With no risk of my getting significant we were soon making love often, sometimes several times a day.

Over the future months and years Papa taught me how to pleasure a man and how a truly proficient man can pleasure a woman. Eventually, we tried anal sex, ( to this day he's the alone one I allow to sink in me that way ) and I even talked pa into having a trine with Sarah when we turned 17. We ended up having quite a few of those until we both went off to college. I'll save those stories for another time, but Sarah always told me I was the golden female child in the world to ingest a dad like him.

Now I'm married to a terrific man, I have a career that I enjoy, and two little youngster of my own. But, once or twice a month when I see my dad, we make passionate love for hours. Although I adore my married man and he is a good lover, Papa is far and away the best fan I've ever had, and we are extremely close. My hubby has no idea about the true nature of our relationship and he thinks it's sweet that we are so close .