From: WouldBeBad@aol.com (WouldBeBad)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.stories.incest,alt.sex.intergen
Subject: WBB *£S LATEST: Mommy Towel TOWEL.TXT (father-daughter, loss of
virginity, tender)
Date: Mon, 08 Jul 1996 12:25:24 -0500

   This is a simple little story that mixes some passion with a small twist
at the end.  I hope it's inspiring.

   The story has its roots in a real event.  I was at a Northern Virginia
hotel one weekend during a father-daughter trip for a group from North
Carolina.  Theirs (presumably) was a non-sexual expedition to tour our
nation's capital and strengthen family ties.  In my mind, though, I
corrupted it to what you see here.  There sure were a lot of nubile teens
roaming that hotel; I couldn't help myself.  <G>

   MOMMY TOWEL

   "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' 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.

   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." ------------ END ------------ By
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