I was over at Karen’s house across the street from mine. I had just turned eighteen and Karen was going to give me a pool party. We played games and talked about boys.
I already had my bathing suit on. It was new. It was a red two piece. The bottoms barely covered me. I liked them because the bottoms had cute little ties on each side which made it real easy to put on. My top was a tie also. It tied in back. It was the only tie. It didn’t matter much. It didn’t take much to cover my tittys. At eighteen I still had little boobies.
Karen and the rest of my friends kept talking about boys. None of us said we ever really did it. I mean go all the way. We surfed the net and saw naked men. But that was only pictures. We also saw men and women doing it. All of us wondered what it would feel like. One girl, Sandy said she saw the real thing.
“No way,” I said. “How could you see the real thing?”
“I saw my daddy’s once.”We all wanted to know how.
“He was in the bath room shaving. I went into their room to get a hair brush and the bathroom door was open a little. When I looked in he was naked. He just finished his shower and was standing by the sink.”
“What did it looked like?” I asked.
“Well, it was kinda big and it just hung down in front of him.”
“Was it like the ones on the net?”
“No, the ones on the net all pointed up in the air.”
We heard Karen’s mom coming up the stairs. “Girls, I’m afraid I’ve got bad news for you. I checked the pool and the chemicals are too strong. You won’t be able to go swimming until later tonight.”
“OK, mom,” Karen answered.
“Put on your clothes and come downstairs.”
All of the girls brought their clothes with them. I didn’t since I just lived across the street.
“I’m going home and change. I’ll be back later.”
I didn’t even bother to put on my shoes. All I had to do is run across the street.
I knew daddy was home. Mom went out with her sister and wouldn’t be back until late tonight. It was about seven in the evening. I been over at Karen’s since this morning.
I ran over to my house. The front door was unlocked since my daddy was home. I walked in and yelled. “Dad, I’m home. I came back to change. Where are you Dad?”
I looked in Dad’s den. The TV was on. It was the only light in the room. I walked in to say Hi. As I walked over to him, I noticed a lot of empty beer cans on the floor. Dad liked to drink on the weekends. He was sitting on the couch.
“Dad,” He didn’t wake up. I walked closer.
“Oh my God,” I thought. Dad was sitting on the couch in just his underwear. His thing was poking out from his underwear. I moved closer to get a better look. I never saw a real one before. It looked soft. I looked up at Dad. “Dad,” I said again. Nothing. I bet he was passed out again. Mom always said when he drank a lot he would pass out and nothing could bring him around. I stood between his legs to get a better look. I bent over and put my face real close. I couldn’t take my eyes off it.
“I’m really seeing a real one,” I thought to myself.
I reached out with my right hand and started to touch it. I drew it back. “What if he wakes up,” I thought. I just had to know what it felt like.
I slowly very slowly touched the top of it with my hand. It was warm and soft. I left my hand on top of it. I liked how it felt. I very gently started rubbing it. I noticed it didn’t seem as hard while I was rubbing it. It started moving. I drew my hand away and watched. It kept getting bigger. As it was getting bigger it started to point up in the air. I couldn’t stop staring at it. It was now pointing straight up. Dad was still passed out.
I reached over and touched it with my finger. It bounced against my finger. I opened my hand and slowly wrapped my hand around it. I couldn’t get my whole hand around it, but almost. I really felt hard. I could see now how a man could get it in a woman when it was hard. I remembered seeing that too on the net. All the women seemed to like it a lot.
It did look like fun. I started moving my hand up and down. As I was doing that I felt a tingle inside me. I liked how it felt. I remember seeing on the net women giving men a “blowjob.” I wanted to try that.
I let go of his thing and lowered my face . I kissed the top of it. I liked how that felt too. I opened my mouth a little further and put about an inch in my mouth. I looked up at Dad. He hadn’t moved. That made me feel a little braver. I started moving my mouth up and down on his thing. When I reached the top of it I started sucking on it a little. I heard my Dad moan. I stopped and took my mouth off his thing. I looked at his face. He was still passed out. “Dad,” I said again. Nothing. It must have felt good to him. I liked the idea of making my Dad feel good. My body was tingling even more. I never felt anything like this except when I played with myself. This was better.
I lowered my mouth back down on Dad. This time I tried to see how much of him I could get in my mouth. I think I got about half of it in. I closed my lips around it so I could suck on it better. Dad moaned again. This time I didn’t stop. I kept going up and down on him. I was really liking this.
I raised up and look again at Dad. I kinda wished he was awake so he could see me giving him a “blow job”. I knew it would make him happy.
“Dad”. I yelled this time. Even that didn’t wake him up. I put my hand on his leg and shook him. “Dad.” He was definitely passed out. I looked down at his thing. It was still pointing in the air. I got another idea.
“What if I tried and put his thing in me,” When I thought that the tingle even got better.
All I would have to do is put my feet on each side of Dad. I could stand on the couch, and then lower myself on him. The more I thought about it, the more I wanted to try it.
If I could just get a little of it in me, then I could tell Karen and my friends I knew what it felt like. They would want to know everything.
I got off my knees and stood in front of Dad. I reached behind and untied my top. It fell to the floor since there wasn’t much there to hold it up. I stilled wished my Dad could see me. I think he would like what his little girl looks like. With both of my hands I untied my bottoms. They fell to the floor. Now I was totally naked in front of my Dad.
I reached down and felt my puppy. I was surprised. It felt wet and slippery I was able to easily put my finger in me. I moved it around. I was getting pretty horny. I looked at my Dad’s thing while I was playing with myself. After about a minute I pulled my finger out.
I raised up my left leg and put it on the couch on the outside of Dad’s leg. I then raised up and put my other leg up on the other side of Dad. I stood up and looked down. I could see his thing pointing right at my puppy. I put my hands on the back of the couch.
My feet had sunk down in the couch. My puppy was only about a foot from his thing.
I knew all I had to do now was lower myself down and it would happen. I would know what it felt like. My boobies were right next to Dad’s face. If he was awake, I bet he would suck on them. No one has ever done that to me. I wished again he was awake.
I started lowering myself downward. Before I knew it I felt my puppy touch the top of his thing. I lowered myself a little further. I felt the head of his thing slide into me. I stopped. It felt wonderful. I’ve never felt anything like this before. This was much better than putting my fingers in me.
I lowered myself more. I looked down and could see his thing in me. It looked like it was in me about two inches. I started raising up and down on his thing. It seemed like each time I pushed back down his thing went deeper into me. I don’t even know how I am going to explain to my friends how this felt. I wanted his thing to go deeper. I pushed down more and felt it stopped. I knew I had reached my hymen. I tried to pushed down a little more. I couldn’t. I could feel pressure on it. I needed more of my Dad’s thing in me. I raised up almost all the way then pushed down hard and fast. It broke and I sank all the way down on Dad’s thing. I didn’t move. It still hurt. I looked down and saw his thing buried all the way in me. There was a little spot of blood on his underwear.
The pain started to go away. I started moving up and down on Dad’s thing. I would raise up until it almost fell out then lower myself back down on him. I couldn’t get over how good this was feeling. I kept going up and down as fast as I could. I didn’t care if Dad woke up. I wished he would so he could see his little girl giving him pleasure.
All of a sudden I felt a tingle in me that made me cry out. This by far was the best tingle I have ever felt. I started moving even faster.
When I lowered myself all the way down on dad’s thing, I felt something warm start shooting in me. I realized I just made my Dad cum. It kept squiring deep in me. It made me tingle even more.
His thing stopped squiring. I slowly pulled myself out of Dad. When I stood up some of his cum leaked out of me and fell on his underwear. I stepped off of the couch and stood in front of Dad. He was still passed out. I could see my blood on his thing.
I picked up my bathing suit and ran upstairs. I washed up and put on some clothes. I ran back down stairs, looked at Dad, still passed out, then left and went back to Karen’s.
I couldn’t wait until I could tell them what I did.
Dad heard the front door slam. He though he had had a great wet dream, that is until he looked down at his cock. It was wet. There was cum on his shorts and it looked like some blood was on his cock.
“Can’t be,” he thought. My daughter is only eighteen.