I wrote this story to try and fill in some of the gaps I imagined when reading some of my favourite stories on Literotica. There's not a lot of sex here, unless you read between the lines... Of course all characters in sexual situations are 18 or over.
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-Omigod, that was amazing! I came so hard then! And you came so deep inside me! Thank God I'm still on the pill or I'd be having triplets. No, you just lie there on top of me while I get my breath back. I can still feel your cock pulsing inside me...
Hey, I've been reviewing this paper for the conference - no listen to me, this is relevant - which looks at women's first sexual experiences and their subsequent relationships. And it turns out women whose first sexual experience was with an older man were found to have better lives overall - happier marriages, were more sexually fulfilled, and in turn had happier, better adjusted children than those whose first experience was with a peer. And the highest of all was when the first lover was her father! Wow, no wonder this women is having trouble getting published!
So this started her wondering why this might be so she interviewed a whole bunch of women whose first sex was with older men including their fathers.
- And?
- Well she found a whole lot of factors. Firstly the men were more experienced, so there was less fumbling, the older guys knew how to make a girl feel relaxed, to take it slowly. They were able to focus on her pleasure rather than their own. Or they made her pleasure their own. Unlike the young guys who just wanted to get off. Or add a notch to their belt. And the fathers had even more advantages - they knew the girls so well, knew what they liked, what turned them on. They'd probably been lusting over them while they'd been growing up. And finally they loved their daughters and only wanted what was best for them. And the daughters loved their fathers, trusted them to make things right. After all, he was probably the first sexual being she'd seen, she and her friends would have been comparing their fathers, fantasising about them, imagining what they got up to with their mothers, they would have heard them making love. So it's not surprising that daddy would be their ideal.
- But what about the girls who get raped by their fathers? Or are too young? That can't be good for them...
- She's only talking about consensual experience all the way through. The women whose first experiences were non-consensual or too young are the lowest on all scales regardless of whether it was a family member, a boyfriend or a stranger. So she's just looking at the consensual ones. So it's hardly surprising really... Is that your cock getting hard? You like this don't you?
- No, no. It's interesting though. Of course I can't imagine doing anything like that with our daughter.
- Oh come on, stop intellectualising. I've seen you looking at Natalie ever since her body's been developing - yes, you have been! Of course you've been very subtle and I doubt if she's noticed. I've seen you shooting a look into the bathroom when she's in there. And when you're watching her at cheerleading practice with Allie you can't decide where to look, your tall, slim blonde daughter or her curvy brunette friend. Do you think I haven't noticed? And yesterday morning when Natalie came down for breakfast with the low cut baggy t-shirt and her boobs all free - I saw you checking her out. You stood behind her for a while trying see her nipples... You saw them didn't you - don't deny it! Your cock's telling me you saw them. And you liked it!
- Well she's a very attractive young woman and if she goes around dressed like that, it's very difficult NOT to look. God, I hope she didn't notice me doing that. Not that I am, of course... Sometimes it seems like the two of them are trying to tempt me. But that doesn't mean I'd do anything apart from look.
- But you'd love to wouldn't you?
- No of course not, I'd never do anything like that.
- Not even if it meant she would be happier and more fulfilled for the rest of her life?
- That's not fair! Of course I'd want that for her. But even if it is true, I can't imagine anything like that happening. Anyhow you turned out ok regardless, without any of that.
- Mmmm... I've never actually told you about my first lover, have I?
- You mean Kevin?
- No, he was my first boyfriend, and we did heaps of stuff together, exploring our bodies and all that. But at first he was too impatient to take much notice of my needs. And I always felt I was teaching him.
- You mean there was someone else? Who was it? You don't mean...?
- Hold that thought and put that cock back in me. Then I'll tell you a story...
- Ahh, that's better. Well, you know how my mum died when I was twelve, and my Dad pretty much raised me and my little sisters by himself? He had a few girlfriends in that time, but I don't think he had the energy for a proper relationship with four of us to deal with. Of course we had to spend a lot of time looking after each other while he was at work, so we were pretty close. But you know all that. He tried to take the role of 'mum', dealing with all these teenage girl things, bras, periods, and all that, and he did a great job. Of course it was a bit embarrassing all round, and I guess we learned as much from our girlfriends as we did from him, but the thing was that he really loved us and put all his energy into helping us to grow up well adjusted.
Well, there was this night when I'd been out with Kevin. He was a sweet guy and we'd been going out together for a few months now. We'd done a bit of stuff, feeling each other up, I'd sucked his cock a few times and given him a few hand jobs. He'd sucked my tits but it never felt that great. I didn't even know that there were things he could do to me, and he certainly didn't know much. So I was thinking it was about time to take the next step and go all the way. We went out to the drive-in theatre in Kevin's car - he had one of those big old ones with a big bench seat. We were both getting pretty hot and heavy and he was lying on top of me with his cock in my hand. I was pulling down my panties so he could fuck me for the first time and suddenly he just came all over my hand. I was feeling so horny and frustrated but I could see nothing else was going to happen that night. He felt pretty bad too, although I reassured him that it was all right and we could try again another night. And after we cleaned up, I made him drive me home. I was angry, I just couldn't see how it was ever going to happen, how we could ever progress beyond where we were.
When I got home, Dad was still up watching TV, well waiting for me really. He could see I was really upset so he invited me to come and sit next to him on the couch. He put his arms round my shoulders and just held me and stroked my hair. Must have been about half an hour. While I was thinking, this was crazy, this was the first time tonight I felt that anyone cared about me, that I wasn't just there for their pleasure. It wasn't that Kevin didn't care for me, it's just that he was so wrapped up in his own needs he had no time for mine. Whereas Dad, all his attention was on me.
Well, after a while I was feeling really warm and cosy. He'd had a few whiskies which smelt really nice. I leaned up and kissed him on the lips and told him I loved him. He said he loved me too, but I shouldn't kiss him like that. Five minutes later I kissed him again, this time longer and with a bit of tongue. I could see he felt uncomfortable about it. But it was also starting to affect him and he tried to subtlely adjust his cock which seemed to be getting hard. I decided to go for it. I swung my leg over and sat on his lap facing him. I could feel his cock expanding under me as I kissed him again.
Of course he resisted, but... long story short... he didn't take that much convincing. After all, what man could resist a lovely young girl offering herself to you, especially if it's your own daughter. Number one fantasy for every man, I reckon... God, is your cock getting hard again? You're insatiable. You're so going to fuck our daughter!... So we kissed for about an hour (it seemed like that), then I took off my top - he protested, but not very convincingly 'cos pretty soon he was sucking my nipples and kissing my body all the way down to the top of my skirt - yes, just like you're doing now... Then off with the skirt and panties and he started licking my hairy cunt. I was shocked at first, it hadn't occurred to me that a guy would do this. Of course I knew that girls sucked boys' cocks, had to really, and I'd done plenty myself, but I never thought that it could work both ways. Certainly none of the guys ever suggested it. That's when I realised there was so much more to sex than I'd thought. I must have come about three times while he was licking me, exploring every nook and cranny, pulling those sparse little hairs with his teeth, putting his fingers inside me and teasing my clit - ooh, yes... Daddy... keep licking me. Aaaah, I'm coming again...
He was still reluctant to fuck me but I insisted. Of course it was wonderful and I came twice more. He even asked if he could come inside me. Not too many guys would have done that. I was so shocked I just said yes. As I felt his cum jetting inside me I imagined what it would be like to get pregnant by him. I had a bit of a nervous week waiting for my period to come. Then I got on the pill as soon as I could.
We kept fucking for over a year after that, it was quite intense, I was really in love with him for a while, and perhaps he was too. But of course we knew it couldn't be permanent. And we had to be so careful! One time we were fucking on the living room sofa, I was just about coming and Ella walked through into the kitchen to get a glass of milk. I don't think she saw us, but we were never really sure. And by then I was fucking Kevin several times a week.
Katie and I being the two eldest, we shared a room and of course we talked all the time, including about boys and sex and all that. It didn't take long for her to pick up what was happening. One night she crept out and watched us. Then she confronted me about it. She wasn't surprised - she'd suspected something for a while - but she wanted to know all about it. Pretty soon she decided that Dad was going to be her first too. So I helped her with that. I talked to Dad about him fucking her. Again he was opposed to the idea at first, but I persuaded him that she really did want to. And clearly the idea turned him on. So one night after Katie and I had been playing round a bit, we dressed her in a sheer white bridal nightdress and I led her into his bedroom, almost like a sacrifice. That was the way she wanted it, to be taken by a strong man, and after my encouragement he didn't need much prompting. And then later on little Ella - well she didn't need any help, she was Daddy's girl and she knew all along what she wanted, and that was her Daddy! And we've all turned out pretty well I think, great relationships, happy well-adjusted kids.
- What about Julie? She seems to be the odd one out. I mean the guy she's with now is ok, but she's had her issues, done drugs, hooked up with some real losers.
