This is a stand-alone story that includes some of the characters I introduced in 'April and the Old Fool', my April Fool's Day Contest entry. Many of the comments I received from my readers inferred that my original story was lacking and incomplete. After rereading the original, I agree with you, my readers, so here, as they say, is 'The Rest of the Story'.
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My name is Sherry Thomas, and I grew up Pekin Illinois. My father had worked for the C&IM Railroad since he graduated high school, but also made extra money renting houses he had bought over the years, to construction workers, transients, and the less affluent people in town. We lived well, I had a pleasant childhood, and never wanted for anything.
I was a bit of a tomboy, and never really cared much about boys until I was thirteen, when I started to have 'feelings' for Fred, an electrician who worked for a contractor on the local power plant, who rented a room in one of the houses my father owned. He was much younger than my father, tall, good looking, and was always very kind to me. I followed him around when he wasn't at work, and whenever he talked to me, I felt 'funny' 'down there'. When I asked my mother why I was feeling that way, she said it was 'puppy love'.
Fred left four months later when the project ended, but I never forgot this man who was fifteen years older than me, married, and had two little girls of his own, or the 'feelings' he had awakened in me.
Very soon after Fred left, my mother started explaining 'the facts of life' to me. She was very frank in her descriptions of how my body worked, and why I was experiencing all these physical and emotional changes. We would both undress in her bedroom, and she would let me touch her breasts and look closely at her vagina. She would hold it open and explain how babies were made. She told me how they came out of the same place in a woman's body that the man had inserted his penis and deposited his seed into the womb. She explained why my body was changing and told me it would eventually look much like hers. She was preparing me for the day I would 'become a woman'.
During this time, I learned that my family had different views about sex than most, because we belonged to the Apostolic Disciples of Christ Church, a small obscure independent sect of Christianity that had been formed by a group of farmers in western Pennsylvania in the early 1930's. They shunned the evil influences of the outside world, felt that theirs was the only way to Heaven, and only they could protect their young from the evils of the outside world. Their views were somewhat similar to the Apostolic Christians in many ways, with one major exception. They believed that all young women were to remain virgins until they reached the age of eighteen, and then it was a father's duty to relieve his daughter(s) of her(their) virginity.
In most cases (as was with me) this happened when the young woman is invited to her parent's marriage bed on or soon after her eighteenth birthday. Her mother would start by undressing the young woman, and then 'comfort' her daughter while her husband 'did the deed'. In my case, I found the 'ceremony' to be romantic as well as religious. I loved my father and mother and felt this 'special bond' made us closer as a family.
My eighteenth birthday, June 1, fell on a Friday that year, so that evening when I walked into my parents' bedroom, they had already undressed, and were completely nude. I looked at my father and watched as his penis started to get larger and rise from hanging between his legs to standing straight up, as my mother undressed me. I started to get that 'tingly' feeling inside of me when my father walked over and embraced me, saying, "You are so beautiful, my child."
My mother took to me to their bed and had me lie between her legs with my head resting on her lap. When she started fondling my little breasts, I started to feel very warm, and my little vagina started tingling and getting very wet. My father climbed onto the bed, got between my legs, and started to rub the head of his big, hard penis against my lower lips.
When he did that, it made me even wetter and even more 'tingly' down there. Next my mother reached down and held my legs and lower lips open. My father then started to push his penis into me. I felt myself being stretched open, and at first it didn't hurt. It felt wonderful, and the tingling inside of me got even stronger, causing me to moan. He stopped when he felt my barrier and waited until I relaxed around his erect manhood.
When I heard my mother say, "She's ready," my father pushed further into my vagina. I felt a sharp pain when he pushed past my hymen, and when I screamed, my mother held me tightly and kissed my forehead. My father kept pushing, and as quickly as the pain started, it went away and was replaced with pleasure unlike any I had experienced before.
When I felt him all the way inside my no longer virginal vagina, I felt warm and loved and moaned, "Oh Daddy, that feels so good!"
He kissed me gently on my lips, and started stroking out and in, and the more times he did it, the better I felt. My mother had told me I probably wouldn't enjoy it the first time, but the more Daddy shoved his big, hard penis into my little vagina, the more I liked it. It felt so good that soon I started to shake, and I felt the muscles in my vagina start to clamp down on my Daddy's penis. Then, I heard my Daddy moan and I felt him squirting his seed inside of me.
I don't remember much of what happened next because I lost control of my body and passed out. When I woke up, I was laying between my mother and father with them holding me and telling me how much I was loved. When I could finally talk, I asked, "Daddy, that was wonderful. Will it always be like that?"
He smiled and said, "My darling daughter, I have never seen anything like what just happened to you. I can't promise it will always feel this good, but if this does happen to you again, the man who makes you feel this way will probably be your true love." I would remember my father's words and judge every man who I slept with from then on by what he had told me. I would be disappointed many times, but always hoped to someday find 'the one'.
Two years later I was 'swept off my feet' by a sweet talking, well dressed stranger named Franklin Berry. He was a medical equipment salesman from Elgin who sold items to the hospital where I worked as a student nurse. He knew exactly what to say and soon had me in bed at his motel room in East Peoria. The first time we fucked (his word, not mine), it was enjoyable, but not anywhere nearly as good as the times I had 'made love' with my daddy.
Yes, after that first night, daddy and I had been 'intimate' many more times, sometimes with my mother and sometimes not. Although every time was not the mind-altering experience our first one was, Daddy always gave me an orgasm. Franklin's 'cock' (also his word not mine) was not as big or hard as Daddy's, and he seldom made me orgasm.
When I asked him why he didn't make me cum (another one of his words) he said, "Nobody cums every time, bitch, you're just greedy." Of course, he came every time, and after six months of regular (weekly) 'visits', I missed my monthly, and a drugstore test indicated I was pregnant.
