My name is Layna and I am 19 years old. I developed early. I had a C42 Bra size at the age of nine and hit puberty just before the age of ten. More people started to notice me. Boys at school, looked at me and always asked me to hang out with them at recess. But, the attention did not always come from school...
Around the time that I turned 18, I had filled out even more. My breasts were a whopping 42DDD and my ass was plump and obviously grabbable.
I never paid attention to my looks. I was more of a book worm. I was looking into college and had gotten accepted to many schools across the country but, my father wished me to live at home so that he could pay for it in full. My job sucked and he did not want me paying back loans for the rest of my life. My dad was so cool.
The first time IT happened my father picked me up from school. I couldn't afford a car and rode the bus most of the time, but Dad met me as I was coming out of the door. I ran to the car. I was so happy to see him. I never really talked to my dad, but as far as I was concerned he was the best dad ever. I never wanted anything and I never had to ask because he would always have what I wanted. I was his little girl.
My mother died in child birth so my dad was basically both my parents. He worked two jobs and took care of me. Sometimes I had to stay at Grandma's house, but she died when I was eight and I learned to take care of myself.
I suggested that dad date around a little, but he was more worried about me than finding someone for himself.
I sat in the car and asked, "Dad, why'd you pick me up today?"
"Can't I come and pick up my little princess?"
I smiled at him and said, "Aww Dad."
He chuckled.
He placed his right hand on my knee. I put my hand over his.
We did not speak the whole way home but his hand never pulled from under mine.
When we got home, I ran inside and threw my stuff onto the floor. It felt so good to get that damned backpack off of my shoulders.
"Oh honey," my father said, "Your clothes are a mess."
"What?" I looked at my clothes and noticed he was referring to the mud I had gotten on my shorts from the puddle a car splashed me with earlier.
"Take those off so that I can wash them."
"Okay, I'll go upstairs and be right back."
"No, just take them off now. They need to be in the wash before they stain."
He gave me a stern look. Scared, I did what he said.
"Hand me those."
He looked at me, but not into my eyes. He stepped closer and leaned down.
"You're so beautiful. Let me see you."
He motioned for me to spin around. I will admit that I am quite enticing: Flat stomach, nice plump ass and long dark, blue-black hair, and silvery blue eyes.
I spun around and he starred into my eyes and put his hand on my cheek.
"You know I love you, right Layna?"
"Uh...yeah."
"I love you so much."
My father's lips met mine. I'd seen this in movies: The prince would kiss the princess. But, the princess never kissed the King. I was so scared. This wasn't good, but it didn't feel wrong. Damn my hormones.
My father squeezed my breasts and my nipples became hard. I wasn't sure what to think, but I tingled all over. And somehow, I wanted more.
My pussy became wet and my clitoris was so hard. My father suckled my erect nipples and pinched them. I let out a sigh.
"Yes, daddy makes you feel good, doesn't he?"
"Yes. Daddy, I-I."
"Don't worry. I'll show you."
He rubbed the palm of his hand on my pussy and it sent a jolt through my body. It was something I had never felt before. He rubbed faster and faster and I became louder.
I was a virgin unlike many girls at my school. Most of them had lost theirs at the age of 14. I was just looking for the right guy, but where are those guys anyway?
"I-What is happening. I feel-something's coming. I-"
It was like an explosion. Like everything had come to a sudden peak and I loved it. I wanted it again.
"Go to the couch sweetheart."
I laid down on the soft couch. It cradled my tiny body. I waited for him to come over and I jumped at what I saw. I believe that his cock was at least 10 inches and he was fully erect. Instinctively, I grabbed it.
"It's like a lollipop."
I looked at him and he grabbed the back of my head and forced my mouth on it. His size made me wet. The more that I sucked him, the less I cared of whether I should or shouldn't be doing it.
I heard him grunt and moan. I knew he liked it.
In and out he went. Harder. Faster. He hit the back of my throat and I heaved. He moaned to the feeling of my throat grasping his cock.
He began to slow down. I wondered why. He grabbed and pulled my hair pulling me off of him and looked into my eyes.
"That's enough."
I looked at him confused.
"Now, I know that your teachers never told you how pleasurable sex really is. Before you learn, there must be pain," I looked at him worried," so don't fret. I will break you in."
At the time I thought it was a favor. Who else to teach me about sex than someone who is close to me: Someone that I love. It was new... something I didn't know, and curiosity kept me going.
He stroked his cock and laid me down on the couch, kissing my breasts and all the way down to my pussy. He looked at me and I was not sure what he was doing. He stuck his tongue out and licked my clitoris. I jumped and almost came from the intensity. Now it felt wrong. But somehow I could not say no.
He stuck one finger inside of me and kept tasting me. It felt so good, so bad, so right, so wrong, all at the same time.
It didn't take me long to come all over his face. I screamed and he smiled at my obvious pleasure.
"Now, this is going to hurt. But you will get used to it. Do you trust me Layna?"
I nodded.
Of course I trusted him. He was my father.
He held his cock and rubbed it on my pussy lips and flicked it on my clit almost making me beg for it.
He slowly pushed himself into me.
"Ah!"
"Shhh"
"No, no. It hurts. Please."
"It'll be fine. Stop it."
It was all the way in, but it hurt so good.
I struggled to get up.
"No. Stop it. You're taking this and you're going to like it."
He began to go faster and faster and I felt my entire world crumbling underneath me.
He thrust harder and harder and I felt something release. It was not come this time. I reached down and I was bleeding.
"Get up now."
I thought it was over, but I was so wrong. He turned me around and had me get on my knees on to the couch and took one of his hands to bind my wrists. His other hand groped my breasts.
"Ah fuck. Yes. It's so fucking tight."
I cried out his name: Daddy.
