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MOMMY TOWEL



by EazinAlong





"A girl's first love is her father," the counselor says softly.

"She looks up to him, and when her body begins to ripen from a girl
into a woman, he is usually the first man she desires," he continues.
"You are special fathers and daughters because you have come here to
consummate this desire."

We are gathered in the suite of an elegant downtown hotel in the city
where we live. My Daddy is here. So are other girls and their daddies.
I'd say there are nearly a dozen of us. Some are a little younger than
me; others are a little older.

I've looked at them and studied their daddies. A couple of the other
fathers are good looking, but none of them is as handsome as my Daddy.
I think he's a hunk, and I really love him.

Waiters have cleared the tables after an elegant dinner in a private
dining room. We sit at tables for two with candles and crystal. A
harpsichord -- at least that's what I think it's called -- played in
the corner, but now everyone is gone except for us girls, our daddies
and the counselor.

Daddy let me drink wine, even though I'm not nearly old enough. On one
level, I feel warm and relaxed. But I can also hear my heart pounding
like a big bass drum.

You see, this will be my first time. I'm a virgin. Sure, I know about
sex. I've even kissed and petted on my dates. It is so exciting when
the boys touch my breasts; my nipples get hard and tingly. But I won't
let them go any farther.

I've even had an orgasm! Kerry, my best friend, and I fooled around
some during a sleepover. She showed me how she fingers herself, and
she came! It looked fun, so I tried it, too. Wow! I've done that a lot
since then.

The counselor is still talking to us. "Fathers, tonight when you take
your daughter back to your room, remember how important this night and
this relationship are to her. Make love to her in the truest sense of
the word. Help her realize how spiritual and rewarding it is for two
people to join their bodies and express themselves sexually.

"Show her the pleasure that a woman can enjoy while giving herself to
a man. Teach her about the miracles her body contains and how to bring
them forth. Show her the mix of strength and tenderness that women
desire in a lover."

The counselor's name is Andy. He's from a secret society that
organizes nights like tonight for families that would rather have
their daughters' first time occur in a loving environment instead of
with a clumsy kid in the backseat of a car. They have mother-son
dinners, too; I think my brother did one of those with Mom.

Andy greeted us when we arrived today. We spent the afternoon hanging
out by the pool and getting ready for dinner. I enjoyed prancing
around in my bikini while Daddy watched. Other girls were there in
their bikinis, too. Lots of the daddies had hard-ons pushing at the
front of their swimsuits. I had fun!

Mom went shopping with me last weekend for my dinner outfit tonight.
I'm wearing a short, straight skirt and a silk blouse. Instead of
pantyhose, I'm wearing thigh-high stockings. We got new earrings; my
ears have been pierced for a long time.

We chose white silk panties, and Mom persuaded me not to wear a bra. I
don't need one much. I'm barely a B-cup, but usually I wear one in
public. Not tonight.

Just like Mom suggested, I left my blouse unbuttoned a little lower
than I'd wear to school. The tops of my breasts are exposed. But it's
for Daddy. I've seen him staring at my breasts during dinner.

Right before we came down to dinner, Daddy gave me a beautiful gold
necklace with a small diamond. He put it around my neck, and the
diamond rests right at the top of my breasts. I noticed some of the
other daddies looking at my diamond during the social hour before
dinner. Or do you suppose they were looking at something else?

"Girls, tonight is supposed to be one of the most memorable events of
your life. Your daddy is going to love you in the most special way
possible.

"If you haven't done this before ... " (gulp; that's me) " ... you
might experience some discomfort at the beginning, but this is part of
becoming a woman. Your father will take good care of you. Trust him,
and let him show how much he loves you.

"And, finally, remember to use your Mommy Towel because it plays an
important part in your experience.

"Now it's time. We've had a nice afternoon and a lovely dinner. When
we rise in a moment, I want each of you to kiss your daddy or your
little girl. And then go upstairs and show each other the special love
that a father and daughter have for each other."

We rise from the table, and Daddy steps around to kiss me. He puts his
arms around me, and I just melt. Our lips find each other, and I open
my mouth for him. Daddy's never kissed me like this. As he pulls me
against his body, I feel something hard in the front of his pants. I
know what that is.

I nearly faint from the thrill of Daddy's kiss, and it seems like
hours before he releases me. Along with the other fathers and
daughters, we slowly move toward the elevator. Daddy keeps his arm
around my waist. I feel my nipples pushing against the fabric of my
blouse.

His hand gently rubs my bottom on the elevator. Everybody else is
staring at the dopey numbers above the door, so they don't notice. I
can really feel the tension, though. Three other daddies and their
daughters are on here with us. We all know what's about to happen.

Daddy and I step off at the 14th floor. Our room overlooks the city
and the bay. I stand at the window and look out at the lights. Daddy
stands behind me and puts his arms over my shoulders. I lean back
against him and feel that hardness again, this time pressing into my
back. He caresses my shoulders and arms, and I think about how
wonderful he is.

His hands slide lower and cup my breasts. Oh, God! It's like
electricity shooting through my body -- or at least from my breasts to
my pussy.

My knees are weak. "Daddy, I really don't think I can stand up right
now."

"That's fine, angel. Would you like to lie down?"

"Yes."

He leads me to the bed. All the lamps in the room are off, but the
lights from the city let us see each other. I notice a soft smile, and
it warms my heart. I lie back without a pillow. He removes my shoes.

Daddy reaches out and begins to unbutton my blouse. He pulls it open,
and my breasts push up. The nipples are so hard they ache. I can see
them sticking out as he puts his big hand on one and strokes it. A
finger brushes over the tip, and I shudder. He softly massages my
breast as he leans forward to kiss me again.

My mouth opens, and Daddy's warm, wet lips touch mine. His tongue
teases me, and the tip enters my mouth. I've done this with my
boyfriend. But Daddy does it better, and I push my tongue out to touch
his. His hand continues to massage my breast. I would do anything for
him right now.

Our mouths part, and he kisses slowly across my cheek to my ear. When
he grasps the lobe with his lips, another surge shoots through my
body. I've never felt like this before. He licks behind my ear, and
then his tongue trails slowly down my neck. While he's been stroking
one breast, the other has been ignored. I crave a touch there, and he
kisses toward it.

His mouth opens as he lowers his head to my aching tit. My breast
disappears into his mouth, and I feel his tongue on my nipple. I lift
my chest as if to push my breast into his mouth. Pleasure ripples
through my body as Daddy fondles and sucks me. I subconsciously part
my legs, though my skirt limits me. If I were alone and feeling this
way, I'd be touching myself by now. Instead, I'm letting Daddy have
his way with me.

He lifts his head and looks softly into my eyes. "Roll over, angel."

I obey and roll onto my stomach. He pulls my blouse from my arms and
rubs my back before sliding his hands toward my waist. His fingers
find the zipper of my skirt and ease it open. I feel his hands on the
sides of my waist as he pulls the skirt down, and I move to help him.
I push my bottom into the air as Daddy slides the skirt off. Lying on
my stomach, I can't see his face. I imagine him lusting for my body.

He pulls the skirt over my feet. His hands touch my ankles, pushing my
legs apart slightly and then slowly massaging up my calves and thighs.
Daddy puts his big, firm hands on my bottom and strokes the cheeks
through my silk panties. I realize I'm drenched between my legs. His
thumbs are in the vee of my legs, pulling my bottom open gently.

"Let's take these off now," he says, and again I lift my mid-section
in the air to help him undress me. He slides the panties down my legs,
and my bottom is raised and exposed to him. He caresses and strokes it
while moving my legs farther apart.

I feel his kisses on the back of my knee, and he moves slowly up my
thigh. He licks the crease between my bottom cheek and my thigh and
then his tongue moves toward the center. I am nothing but a puddle
now. My body trembles with pleasure and anticipation. It feels like
juice must be dripping from between my legs.

And then Daddy's tongue reaches deep between my legs, touching my sex
lips before tracing a trail over my pussy and into my bottom. He
touches everything, even my little asshole. I moan aloud. "Oh, Daddy.
Yes, please."

His tongue continues to lick me all over. It feels like it's
everywhere at once, and I can't keep myself from moaning some more. I
lift my hips to open myself and let him have me better.

His tongue presses between my lips to tickle my clit, it pushes
against my sex and it licks all the way back to the top of my cheeks.
I groan.

Daddy rolls me over again, and for the first time since I was a very
little girl he sees me between my legs. I am proud for him to see that
I'm becoming a woman. I have a little tuft of pubic hair, but it's
lightly colored and doesn't hide my lips, which are swollen. I open my
legs to show him my private place.

He lowers his head and kisses my mound. He gently tugs my pubic hair
with his lips, and I giggle. Then I feel his tongue licking my slit,
and I melt for the 100th time tonight.

Each time he licks me, his tongue presses in a little farther and goes
a little deeper. I feel it on my opening and then, for the first time,
it touches my clit. "Oh, yes," I moan. "That feels so good. Do it,
Daddy. Do it."

Daddy licks and sucks between my legs as my mind zooms and zips and
races and soars and then I begin to get the same feeling as when I
stroke myself with my fingers. I am going to cum while Daddy licks me.
Oh, yes. "Lick me, Daddy. Keep doing it."

Pressure builds between my legs. My mind spins out of control. And
then, like when a fuse has burned to its end and reached the bundle of
dynamite, an explosion rips through my body. "I'm cumming, Daddy. Oh
my goddddddddddddd ......"

My hips jerk, pushing hard against his mouth. Spasms wrack my body. I
twist on the bed, but his mouth remains fastened to my sex as his
tongue flicks my clit and prolongs my orgasm. I push my pussy against
his mouth. As the last burst ripples through me, he slows down and
gently lifts his head. We smile at each other. "I love you, Daddy."

"And I love you, too, angel."

I lie on the bed with my legs splayed while Daddy stands. He's still
wearing the clothes he wore at dinner, and I watch him undress. He
removes his pants, and his dick makes a tent in his underwear. I
giggle at him, and he gives me a wink.

Wearing nothing but his boxer shorts, he stands before me and then
lowers them while I stare at the biggest, hardest, reddest penis I've
ever seen in my life.

Well, actually, I've never seen one hard before. I've seen soft ones
on boys -- and even Daddy a long time ago -- and Kerry told me how
they get when a guy is excited. But this seems huge!

It bobs as Daddy walks around the foot of the bed and lies on the
other side. He leans back on a couple of pillows. "Come over here,
angel," he says softly. "Would you like to touch it?"

"Yes; may I?" My voice is so soft I'm not sure he can hear me.

"Put your hand around it. That's it. Now stroke it slowly. Yes, like
that. Oh, that feels good."

My hand didn't even half cover it, but I did what he said and stroked
the skin up and down.

"That's right, angel. Pump it. This is kind of like what guys do for
themselves to have an orgasm. Sometimes it's called milking."

"I like to touch it. It feels hot."

"Would you like to kiss it?"

"Yes."

"Well, I would like for you to."

I lean forward and pucker my  lips, placing a big kiss right on the
tip of Daddy's penis. A drop of liquid is on the tip, and I lick it
from my lips.

"A lot of people call this a cock. Would you like to use that word?"

"Yes, Daddy. May I kiss your cock again?"

He smiles. "Yes, go ahead."

I kiss it even longer this time.

"Would you like to put it in your mouth? That's what women do for
their lovers."

"I'll do anything for you."

I open my mouth widely and lower my head. The tip of his cock bumps my
tongue as I take Daddy inside.

"Mmmmmm, that feels good, angel. Have you ever done this before?"

I raise my head briefly. "No, I've never even touched one before. But
it's neat!"

"I'm glad you think so."

Again I take Daddy's cock into my mouth.

"Suck on it like it's a Popsicle."

I do as he tells me and move my head up and down. I like the feeling
of his soft skin sliding over my lips, even though I can't even get
half of his length into my mouth. I grasp the base of his cock with my
hand.

Daddy puts his hand on my head and touches me gently as I continue to
suck. "That feels good, angel. You are very skillful."

I feel proud, even though I can't say anything because my mouth is
full.

"Some day you'll do this until an orgasm occurs," he says. "And then
you'll get to swallow what comes out. But tonight we have something
very special to do, so I think you'd better stop"

Reluctantly, I release his knob from my mouth. It twitches as I stare
at it, coated with my saliva.

"Are you ready?" he asks.

"I think so," I reply, sounding more confident than I feel.

"Lie back, then."

He guides me onto my back, and I open my legs for him.

"Don't forget the Mommy Towel," I remind him. He reaches for the small
white towel on the bedside table. I lift my bottom from the bed, and
he spreads it under me. Daddy kneels between my legs, his cock jutting
forward.

"Lift your knees," he says.

I obey. He moves forward and uses his hand to aim his cock. I feel the
tip touch the wetness between my legs. I shudder.

With his cock poised at my entrance, he looks into my eyes. "This
might hurt a little bit."

"OK; I'm ready." I grit my teeth.

"I love you, angel."

He lies over me, and I feel his cock pushing in. The first touch is
electrifying, but then I feel him encountering resistance. A twinge of
pain and he pauses. I relax and then he pushes again; the pain
returns.

Daddy shifts for a better position, always pressing his cock against
my opening. Now I feel him pushing into me harder. I feel like my body
is being ripped in two. He grunts and thrusts, penetrating me deeper.

"Oh, Daddy, it hurts," I cry.

He doesn't say anything. I feel his cock moving in farther, and the
agony spreads through my groin as Daddy tears my hymen with his
manhood. My sex is spread and stretched. He withdraws slightly and
pushes in harder.

I scream. Loudly. I can't help it. The hurt is overwhelming as Daddy
continues to push inside me.

"Just one more minute sweetheart. It's almost over," he assures me.

He pulls his hips back and then lunges forward again. I feel like I'm
being split open as the entire swollen length of Daddy enters my
virgin channel. Pain races through my body, and a teardrop forms in my
eye before I feel him relax on top of me.

"It's all the way in, angel," he says in a soothing tone.

He lies still until the pain begins to ease. "It's better now," I
whisper.

"That's good," he says as he kisses me on the lips.

He slowly slides nearly all the way out and then pushes in again. It
doesn't hurt as much this time. I relax a little.

Another slow thrust in and out feels even better. He moves a little
faster. I'm still too tender to truly enjoy it, but I do like the
feeling of Daddy on top of me. It's not hurting as badly, and I can
tell he feels good. I lift my hips slightly to give him a better
angle.

His breathing becomes more rapid, and he moves in and out of me
faster. "Yes, Daddy," I gasp.

The seconds and minutes blur together as Daddy does it to me.
Realizing the worst of the pain is over, I relish the feeling of him
thrusting in me. I squeeze my pussy on his cock, and he moans softly
before quickening his pace. I feel so lucky to have Daddy on top of
me, being my first.

"I'm going to cum now," he says with a labored voice. I look up to see
him gaze into my eyes.

"Do it, Daddy," I urge, not even realizing what it's going to be like.
But I can tell that he wants it badly.

He throws his head back and makes one last lunge, burying his cock
deeply. Then he groans, and I feel his cock twitching and pulsing
inside me. For nearly a minute, Daddy moans and pushes against me. I
feel liquid flowing into my pussy. He pushes into me as deeply as he
can.

And then he looks down at me with a smile. "Congratulations, angel.
You're a woman," he says softly.

I smile back at him. "Thank you, Daddy."

He pulls back, and I feel his cock slide out of me. Then he reaches
down and uses the Mommy Towel to wipe my pussy. Dabbing me gently, he
cleans between my legs, removing the residue of our event. He
carefully folds the towel and puts it on the bedside table.

I've never felt as much love for my Daddy as I feel right now. He made
me a woman, and I will remember this night for the rest of my life.

Before we go to sleep, Daddy puts his fingers between my legs and rubs
my clit until I cum again while I hold onto his shoulder. Then he
closes the curtains, and we fall asleep. I wake up several times
during the night and think in amazement about what we did.

Sunlight slips into the room around the edges of the curtains, and I
know it is morning. Daddy's still asleep, and I reach my hands under
the covers to fondle his soft cock. It stirs in my hand and becomes
firmer. I stroke it the way he taught me last night and then peel the
covers back. I admire his erection and lean down to kiss it.

"Would you like to do it again?" he asks with a grin on his face.

"Yes," I smile.

This time it doesn't hurt at all. He even lies on his back and lets me
get on top so I can control the movement. His eyes light up when I
finger my clit while I'm riding his cock.

He cums again, and I cum several more times, too. Then we order
breakfast from room service, and by late morning, it's time to pack
and go home. We drag ourselves out of bed and put everything in the
overnight bag we brought. I carefully put the folded Mommy Towel on
top.

I feel like a new person as we drive home. The world seems different
... brighter, clearer. My senses are at their peak.

We pull into the driveway, and Mom meets us at the front door. Our
smiles tell her that everything went well. She gives me a big hug and
Daddy gets a kiss on the lips. "I smell another woman," she teases.

"Yes, I guess so," he laughs.

We go to the living room, and I unzip the overnight bag. I remove the
Mommy Towel and slowly unfold it. Dried blood, pussy juice and semen
mingle to commemorate the night before.

"Here, Mommy. I brought you the towel."

I see tears in her eyes, and she accepts the towel with one hand while
hugging me with the other. She kisses my cheek and says, "I'm so proud
of you, angel. I'll save this forever."

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END

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