December 19th, 2017
I don't recall my exact age first time I saw a pregnant woman but I remember it so vividly. She must have been fifteen months with how big her belly was. "Daddy, that woman is fat," I said tugging on my father's hand as we walked through the bread aisle in the grocery store.
I think the woman heard me because she smirked. "She isn't fat, honey. She's pregnant," my daddy told me after he apologized to the lady.
In the car ride home, my daddy explained what "pregnant" meant. I had so many questions, but the biggest one was, "When can I be pregnant?"
Most of my childhood I loved playing with dolls. I used to ball them up and put them in my shirt so I could imagine what it would be like when I was grown and carrying a baby. Sometimes I'd even put two in there and imagine I was having twins. Daddy always assured me that when I was ready - when I was old enough - I'd get everything I wanted.
I have long blonde hair. I'm thin with soft perky b-cup breasts, and I always catch the boys at school staring at me. I don't exactly dress like a nun. I wear tight tank-tops and very short shorts, most of the time. So, I understood why all those horny boys can't take their eyes off me. While I get a kick out of flirting with them, I know they have nothing to offer. I've been saving myself. I wanted to be pure and perfect for the man who would fill me with his seed. I wanted to make sure that no part of me had ever been touched. I don't know why this mattered so much. It just did. It made my dreams of becoming a mother seem so much more sacred like my body was this perfect unsoiled vessel to be owned and used by the only man who has ever mattered to me.
Yesterday was my eighteenth birthday. And as luck or maybe fate would have it, I happened to be ovulating on that very day. I could feel it. My breasts were a little tender. I had a heightened sense of smell. And, most of all, my pussy was gushing wet the second I woke up.
I wanted to open my eyes to my daddy thrusting his cock inside me, but that wasn't the case. He's too good for that. Even though my horny teen body needed him more than anything, he's so patient and strong. Instead, he took me out to breakfast to our favorite spot. We sat there like any normal day in our regular both, me sitting inside and my daddy sitting next to me reading the paper and sipping his coffee. He had on the cologne I grew up smelling. Every time he flipped the page his scent wafted over towards me making me even wetter. I sat there with my legs crossed using my thighs to rub my clit. Every so often, daddy reached over and patted my head, or touched my face -- once he even massaged my thigh. Each time he touched me I'd let out a little whimper and he'd just smile. "Daddy, I need you," I whispered. "Haven't you've made me wait long enough."
Daddy glanced around the restaurant before whispering back, "This is a very special day, little girl." Then he leaned in and kissed my forehead. "I want to make sure you remember it for the rest of your life."
On the car ride home, his hand rested on my thigh. His strong fingers massaged my soft tender flesh. I slid my fingers between his and moved his hand up my leg. Inch by inch he grew closer to that place I desperately needed him to touch. Would he tease me and pull away, something he always did when I was about to get my way, like the time when I turned sixteen and he bought me a car? He held the keys above my head and made me jump over and over again to get it. I was so worried this was another one of his games. Finally, his hand pressed against my tight denim shorts. Daddy diligently watched the road as I ground my hips against him. "Can you feel how wet I am through my shorts, daddy?"
"I can, honey," he answered as he made a left turn.
I ground harder and bit into my lip, staring at the man I loved my whole life. He's so handsome with that gray in his stubble and speckled throughout his dark hair. I unbuttoned my shorts thinking there was no way daddy was going to touch me, but I was able to move his hand deep under my lace panties. His thick rough fingers gently massaged my little clit around and around. Oh my god! Applying just a little bit of pressure he had control of my entire body at the tip of his finger. "Britany, you're soaked," he said without looking at me.
"It's because of you, daddy," I answered as I pushed up into his finger, feeling it part my lips and ease inside me.
When he turned into our driveway, I lifted his hand to my mouth. He watched me lick my glistening juices off his skin. Gazing right into my eyes, he asked, "What am I going to do with you, little girl?"
I smiled and answered, "Whatever you want."
He took me by the hand and led me into the house, up the stairs, and into his bedroom. He sat me down on the edge of his bed. "I want you to know something, Britany," he started as he brushed strands of my blonde hair back behind my ears. "I'm so proud of the woman you've become. I really am. I know today is the day you officially become kind of a grown-up, but you'll always be my little girl. I'm sorry if that embarrasses you or makes you feel like I don't see you as you are. It's just how it will always be, I think."
"No, daddy. That's how I want it to be, forever. I never want to be anything other than your little girl." Daddy smiled and then leaned in closer. I sat up straight to meet him. His lips skimmed across mine as he kissed me like he had done so many times before, but this time he lingered and kissed me again, and again, and again. Slowly, kiss after kiss, our mouths opened a little wider, and then a little more. His hands moved up the sides of my body along my arms to my neck until he cradled my face. For the first time in my life, I felt his tongue press against mine, just for an instant before he pulled away.
"I love you so much, honey." He said and then opened wide as he dove back in. Our tongues swirled inside each other's mouths. He hugged me so tight if he hugged any tighter, he might have hurt me. But he knew, he knew exactly what I needed. We broke the connection just long enough for him to pull my tank-top over my head. His hands moved up my back and unhooked my bra. "It feels so good, daddy -- to have your hands on my body. Your hands are the only hands I ever want to touch me."
