Ice Cream with Daddy

When people ask about my first sexual experiences I always have to lie. But dear diary, here's the truth. I can't stop thinking about it, and my therapist says writing down your thoughts helps you to stop ruminating about things, so here goes. It's a long story, so I guess I'll try to start from the beginning. Or maybe just write what comes to mind and then go back... I don't know. My therapist just says to write and don't worry about those things.

It's like that Prince song I heard on the radio on the way home today...

"I was dreaming when I wrote this, forgive me if it goes astray."

I was shy and didn't start dating until I was much older. Partly because I was... well, shy but also just naïve and inexperienced. I was home-schooled through primary school and only started attending public school in junior high, so all the other girls were much more experienced than I was. And my experience would have been just about zero if not for daddy. He taught me everything I know and my partners all thanked him, whether they knew it or not. Usually not. No guy likes being compared to a girl's father.

I was terrified of boys because I was so nervous about the first time, but I was also really really horny and thought about sex all the time. I could hear my mom having sex with my stepdad and was always jealous. She said he was much better than my biological father who left us for another man when I was very little and then died in a car accident a short time later. My mother was just angry she wasn't getting child support, but not sad that he died. She married my stepfather shortly after he left. I only knew of my real dad from photos but don't have any memories of him.

My parents were split up and living separately but still trying to work things out, so sometimes dad would spend the night with her and sometimes I'd go and stay at his place. It didn't really matter since I was home-schooled and could do my homework from anywhere.

I was nervous to start college and on my very first day, a girl asked me if I'd "done it" yet. I lied and said I did, but I hadn't done anything at all. They all proceeded to talk about the boys in school they'd been with and told me which ones to watch out for and which ones they should hook me up with.

I started asking daddy questions and he realized quickly something was up. We were snuggling on the couch under the covers watching a movie. He was hard again and I was gently running my fingernails over the bulge in his jeans. Something mom referred to as daddy's "Battle with the Bulge" that she had to help him win.

"Daddy?" I whispered. He looked down at me.

"Are you ever gonna let me see it or touch it?"

He sighed. "Oh baby, we've talked about this. Someday, but you're still too young and your mother hasn't given us permission yet. Just like how she still won't let you guys go to the movies without a parent there."

"Well Rebecca wants to set me up with Zack. He said he really wants to show me his willy and..."

"Did you?! Did you see it?" He sat up.

"Well, um yeah..."

"Did you touch it? Did you? Tell me right now what you did with him baby!"

"Nothing! He just showed it to me. But he said I could touch it later..."

"No, no, no, no! I told you that's my job. Just like I taught you how to ride a bike and roller skate. It's my job to teach you about sex! You're not to be fooling around with anybody until I make sure you know what you're doing first!"

I started to cry. I'd already asked him and he kept saying no. It wasn't fair that the other girls were fooling around and I wasn't.

"Take your clothes off right now and let me look at you."

I did what he said. I stood there in front of him while he looked me up and down. He twirled his finger in the air and I twirled like a trained puppy hoping for a bone.

"Sit on the armchair there and spread your legs. Wide."

I did as he said. We'd played this game before but never totally naked, just with my skirt lifted up. I spread my legs over the arms of the chair, and then pushed down to lift myself up when he commanded.

"Go ahead," he instructed.

I proceeded to touch myself, naming the parts of my anatomy like he taught me.

"And tell me about your vagina, princess."

"It's daddy's sweet little pussy and nobody else's."

"Yes, good girl. That's right. And what else."

"I'm daddy's cherry pie... but daddy?!"

"What?" he said irritated.

"When are you gonna have some of my pie?"

"Soon baby, soon. I have a surprise planned for you next week, for your birthday. But right now, just the ice cream. I'll be right back."

He left and came back with a pint of vanilla and the ice cream scoop, which had a smooth handle, rounded at the end almost to a point. I gushed a little. He gestured to the other end of the couch.

I sat leaning back against the arm of the couch, my legs spread for his view. I started to finger myself and make myself wet. He turned the camera on and positioned it on the tripod to film me. I knew we were going to try something new if the camera was out.

He watched, leaning back against the other arm of the couch, coaching me.

"That's it baby girl, stroke that beautiful pussy, rub your clit, get nice and wet for daddy. Show me you know how to cum like a big girl."

As I neared orgasm, he scooped up some ice cream and then moved toward me, handle first. He got down on the floor on his knees beneath me and guided the handle into my wet vagina slowly, sliding it in and out to get it wet while carefully balancing the ice cream.

I relaxed and let it in. It felt so good, better than the wine bottle he used the other night. I knew he felt bad about not being able to touch me and this was his way of making it up to me.

"Yeahhhhh," he moaned. "So wet baby, so wet. There you go, take it all. Now hold it right there and squeeze a little, just a little baby."

He proceeded to slurp and lick the ice cream out of the scoop, smacking his lips in a way that would have pissed my mother off for sure, looking up at me with love brimming in his bright green eyes, his blonde hair combed back out of his handsome face. All my girlfriends and the neighbor women talked about how good-looking he was, but he always told me he only wanted me. He never touched me, never did anything I didn't want. And this was amazing.

"Yes daddy, eat it... eat it out of my pussy. I wish you could lick me daddy!" He slurped and moaned, making the handle wiggle inside me. I threw my head back and came, unable to control my hips. He buried his mouth into the scoop and slurped loud, holding the end with one finger to make sure it stayed inside me as I squeezed uncontrollably. He used his other hand to hold my thigh open.

"That's it. Good girl, goooooood girl, keep coming for daddy, come for daddy baby, you smell so good baby, I bet you taste even sweeter..."

He stuck his tongue all the way out and licked the whole scoop like he was licking me "from ass to clit" the way he told me would as soon as mom let him.

As I finished, I ran my fingers through his hair and moaned, "Ohhhhh daddeeeeeee, OMG. OMG, I love you so much, thank you for making me cum daddy daddy daddy daddeeeeeeeeEEEE!" After I calmed down, he let the scoop slide itself out slowly while he stared me in the eye, then slipped the handle in his mouth and slurped it too.

"I love you baby, I love when you come for daddy. It makes me so happy. Tell everybody what you want."

I looked into the camera, still panting, and said, "OMG I love it when daddy makes me come. I wish daddy would lick my pussy too. I wanna come in his mouth so bad!"

He reached for the scoop and ice cream and plopped a scoop on a cone he'd placed on the table earlier. He turned his back to me, facing toward the camera, and I saw his hand jerking up and down as he grunted. He held the cone up to the camera and twirled it, then he turned back around and handed it to me.

"Lick it baby, lick it and show everyone how much you like it. I put special syrup on it for you again."

I did as he said, licking the ice cream and the slimy sauce he put on top. I stuck my tongue all the way out and dragged it all around the ice cream moaning about how much I loved my daddy's special syrup while he grinned from ear to ear from behind the camera. When the ice cream was gone I said,

"I love it when daddy and I eat ice cream together!"