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Me And My Father
by Cute Pussy (cutepussy@hotmail.co.uk)

***

When I was a young girl I was a late developer but with 
my step-father's love and encouragement I caught up 
quickly. (Mf, ped, inc, exh, oral)

***

As a girl I was always very petite and looked much 
younger than my actual years. I was always very much a 
plain-jane, I'd never been a popular girl but I had one 
or two good friend's, I was never a girl who the boy's 
were interested in and when it came to puberty I was 
the last of my peers to undergo the usual changes, this 
lead to me becoming first of all shy and then later 
quite withdrawn.

My story really begins when I was seven years old, my 
mother got married and for the first time in my life I 
had a father.

I really grew to love this man who had all the time in 
the world for me. Whilst some memories of this time are 
vague others are very clear. Before she married my 
mother never had much money, birthday's and Christmas 
were always a disappointment to me. Whilst I know now 
that my mother did her best form me I always seemed to 
get second best, the slightly cheaper alternative, one 
thing OR the other never both.

My new father would buy me the best, the one I really 
wanted plus anything else plus a surprise.

I also grew physically close to my new father, I would 
sit on his knee a great deal as I remember, we would 
wrestle and I would very often finish up with my sides 
aching from laughing when he tickled me. In short he 
wasn't just a father to me he was also my best friend.

Our relationship began to change when I was about 13 or 
14, I had become a very miserable child in that my late 
and slow development had made me something of an object 
of ridicule and even some of my so called good friends 
preferred not to be associated with me. My mother was 
far from sympathetic with my plight but my father was 
always ready to cuddle and comfort me, 'love me better' 
as he put it. Of course at that age I couldn't bring 
myself to tell him what was causing my distress.

Then one day my mother was out and as usual I had been 
tormented by some of the local kids resulting in me 
going home sobbing, as usual my father was there and 
was ready to comfort me, this time however when he 
asked the cause of my distress I opened up to him, 
between sobs I told him how I was the butt of every 
joke and jibe from all the local kids because of my 
small stature and even more so because of my flat chest 
and even that I hadn't started menstruating.

He held me close until I calmed down and stopped 
crying, he then stood me up in front of him whilst he 
sat in his chair he held my hands, he didn't say 
anything for a while and then I began to realise that 
he was looking at my chest. As I realised this he began 
to speak, he was still looking directly at my chest and 
what he said made me blush violently. 

He said that I had just begun to develop a lovely 
little pair of tits, he still had hold of my hands but 
was not holding me, he pulled me slightly first one way 
and then the other in order to see my chest in profile. 
He was very calm and spoke softly he asked me if I'd 
started to wear a bra, which I'm sure now that he 
already knew the answer to, I did my best not to begin 
crying again but had to stifle my sobs as I told him 
that I hadn't.

He was still looking at my chest in profile as he let 
go of my left hand and raised his right hand, it seemed 
to hover for ages just millimetres from the front of my 
shirt, he then looked into my eye's and asked if I 
minded, I couldn't bring myself to respond so he asked 
again this time asking if I minded him having a little 
feel at my lovely little tits. 

I think I must have become quite indignant at this and 
told him he could have a feel at anything he wanted. 
His huge hand came to rest very firmly yet very gently 
on the right hand side of my chest.

Now several of the local lads had groped me in the past 
and the experience had not been pleasant, this was very 
different my father wasn't rough, he wasn't caressing 
my chest but the way he touched me sent a tingle 
through my budding nipple and down my young body until 
it reached my pussy. 

My father reassured me that within six month's I would 
have a beautiful pair of tits, he continued that they 
wouldn't necessarily be very large but he again made me 
blush violently when he added that what he couldn't get 
in his mouth would be wasted anyway.

I began to feel a whole lot better about myself after 
this incident and started to think about my father in a 
different light. Nothing much changed on the surface 
but I began to long for the feeling of his touch again, 
I would still sit on his knee and we would still 
wrestle but that wasn't the same sort of contact.

It was maybe a month later that I was alone with him 
again, I had indeed begun to develop much more by this 
time and I so much wanted him to notice this so I 
changed into an old tee shirt which by this time was 
two sizes too small for me, stretched across my 
developing breasts they really seemed to take shape.

My father was reading when I entered the room, I walked 
over and stood directly in front of him as I had done 
when the previous incident had happened, as he looked 
up I glanced down at my chest then back into his eye's, 
he then looked down at my chest, I turned first one way 
then the other in order to show my budding tits off in 
profile and thrust them forward as much as possible. My 
father watched this little display of mine before 
saying that he'd told me so, he hadn't reacting as I'd 
hoped he would however.

He wore glasses to read and was just looking over the 
top of them at me, he even glance back down at his 
book. He then closed it and removed his glasses; my 
heart was in my mouth as I hoped he would again ask if 
I minded him having a feel, I even edged closer to him. 
He was now looking more closely at my budding boobs. 

He appeared to consider for a moment or two then said 
something which again brought the colour to my cheeks, 
he said that he knew that as girls developed their 
nipples became quite puffy for a while. He said that 
whilst mine looked puffy they also appeared to be quite 
erect as a woman's became when she was sexually 
aroused, he paused then looked into my eyes and asked 
me quite matter of fact if I was sexually aroused.

I didn't even know what he meant, I knew I wanted him 
to touch my little titties again but I didn't think 
that that was sexual arousal. He realised that I was at 
a loss but he then continued, he said that as my body 
changed then so did my hormones, adding that in some 
cultures girls of my age were already sexually active, 
married and even mothers themselves. This was far from 
what I'd hoped for. He paused for what seemed an age.

My father then sat slightly more forward in his chair, 
my heart began to race in the hope that he was going to 
touch me, he was looking much more closely at my buds 
by now, he looked up into my eyes and I couldn't help 
myself I said that I didn't mind if he wanted to touch 
me again, he smiled and said, "You really are in a 
state of arousal," he paused again before going on to 
say that he'd actually intended to ask me if he could 
have a proper look at my lovely little tits. This 
rocked me back on my heels and I froze, he waited 
patiently for me to regain my senses before asking me 
if I'd mind slipping my tee shirt off and letting him 
have a proper look.

This wasn't what I'd had in mind either but I still 
hoped he would touch me so I coyly began to raise my 
tee shirt, he stopped me momentarily and said that I 
could just lift my tee shirt up if I preferred rather 
than taking it off but after he'd said this I hoisted 
it up and off in one smooth movement. 

My head was spinning, I was standing topless in front 
of my father allowing him to examine my budding young 
titties, I got goose bumps all over as he gently took 
my right hand in his left and turned me first one way 
then the other. Then the moment I'd been waiting for; 
his right hand came up and began to hover I could feel 
it's warmth although he wasn't touching me yet. I edged 
forward and at the same time he began to ask if I 
minded, I had brought my tit into contact with his hand 
rather than he touching me but the touch was the same 
only heightened by the fact that there was nothing 
between my throbbing nipple and his hand.

My father then told me that I was indeed in a state of 
sexual arousal and suggested that I go upstairs and 
take a long leisurely bath paying particular attention 
to my tits and pussy. 

I wasn't shocked, I didn't even blush I just did as he 
said, I'd masturbated before and knew that that was 
exactly what he was telling me to do, I thought about 
him and his electrically charged touch as I brought 
myself off but didn't consider how I would feel 
afterwards when I had to face him again.

I avoided been alone with my father after this incident 
for sometime, it was probably another couple of months 
before the next incident which I again brought about. I 
got up late one morning; I knew my mother would be out 
as it had been discussed the evening before. 

My body was indeed developing fast by now, my hips were 
broadening and my tits now had some proper shape and 
were a bit more substantial, I even had a thin covering 
of downy pubic hair. I was also feeling really horny. 

I had been awake most of the night debating what to 
wear in order to gain a good reaction from my father, I 
had considered being topless, just wearing my tiniest 
panties, even total nudity and had decided on the later 
but in the cold light of day I had to reconsider.

I eventually went down stairs wearing a bikini which I 
hadn't worn for over two years, naturally it fitted 
were it touched and it didn't touch much the miniscule 
top left my titties well on show and as for the bottom, 
it was much smaller than even the smallest of my 
panties. 

I walked into the kitchen to find my father washing up, 
he had his back to me and I'd asked him if he thought 
it was about time I had a new swim suit before he'd 
even seen me, he continued what he was doing but asked 
if I was talking about my yellow bikini, I told him I 
was and asked him if he thought it was just a bit small 
for me now. He considered for a moment before replying 
that it probably wouldn't fit me too well now. He still 
hadn't seen me so I asked him to judge for himself. 
With this he turned around.

He smirked all over his face as he said, "You'll get 
both me and your mum locked up if you go out in public 
in that." He then told me to take it off and he'd have 
a word with my mum later about a new one. Now I know 
he'd intended for me to go up to my room to take it off 
but as I'd already considered and decided on allowing 
my father to see me naked I quickly unfastened the tie 
fastenings and walked over to the rubbish bin to throw 
the bikini away. 

It was at this point that my father realised what I'd 
done, he didn't break off from washing the pots 
however, in fact he hardly batted an eyelid. He looked 
sideways at me and asked if I was going to give him a 
hand and dry the pots. I suppose in his way he was 
calling my bluff.

I did just as he asked, we stood side by side at the 
kitchen sink me naked him fully clothed whilst we did 
the washing up. Naturally he was finished before I was 
and after drying his hands he sat down at the kitchen 
table, I eventually finished and after putting away all 
the clean pots and cutlery I was brave enough to stand 
facing him and gauge his reaction better. 

He looked me up and down before saying in his calm way 
that I was now developing into an attractive young 
woman. I'd rehearsed in my mind everything I wanted to 
say and do but now found myself at a loss as to how to 
begin. So I just stood there and let him look.

He sensed that there was more to come although he did 
nothing to help me at first. I eventually blurted out a 
question; I asked him if he thought my tits had really 
come on nicely, now he began to help. He said that not 
only had my tits come on very nicely but so had the 
rest of my body. There was a pause before he said that 
he was delighted to see I was no longer ashamed of my 
body and the changes it was undergoing. Another pause 
during which I tried nonchalantly to draw his attention 
to my pussy by casually brushing a hand across my 
pubes, he eventually continued saying and your young 
pussy looks wonderful with its fine growth.

I'd been determined not to blush at anything he said, 
but moments later he said he thought that this time it 
was his turn to take a long leisurely bath. The thought 
of my father masturbating after seeing my naked made my 
face turn properly scarlet. He stood up and I realised 
he did in fact have a huge bulge in the front of his 
trousers. 

As he turned sideways to go toward the door it was even 
more apparent and I blurted out the question, asking 
him if I could see IT. He stopped in his tracks, looked 
me up and down again before he calmly turned to face me 
and invited me to help myself. I was so shocked at the 
fact that I'd asked let alone the fact that he'd agreed 
and told me to help myself that I couldn't move.

He walked towards me, he was a big man and towered over 
me, his bulge was at the same height as my throbbing 
nipples. He stopped about a foot away from me and with 
my hands trembled as I raised them to within 
millimetres of his huge bulge. I was about to chicken 
out when the bulge itself seemed to pulsate. I had one 
hand around it and was trying to find his zip with the 
other he whispered to me to be gentle with him and as 
he said it he began to laugh. 

I was much calmer now and after finding his zipper I 
looked up into his eyes as I eased it slowly down. His 
erection seemed to uncoil from within its nest as the 
zip was lowered, it was pointing directly at me, it was 
purple and thick veins bulged along the sides. The huge 
helmet tip with its gash appeared to be wet and a white 
watery looking liquid seemed to be welling up inside. 
As I looked at his huge throbbing cock my father 
unfastened his belt and his trousers which slid down 
over his hips easily, he didn't wear underpants, that 
was the thought that was going through my mind he 
doesn't wear underpants.

I stepped forward I'd no idea about tit fucking but I 
knew I wanted to feel that huge hot poker against my 
nipples I held it gingerly in my right hand and began 
to rub it all over my chest concentrating on my tits 
and especially my nipples. My left hand went down to my 
pussy and I began to frig myself off as I had never 
done before, suddenly I wanted to taste it, my mouth 
opened and I bowed my head to try but then hesitated, 
my father's voice from above told me to carry on it was 
alright if that's what I wanted. 

I licked at him nervously, salty I thought, but then it 
was in my mouth, I ran my tongue around it, I closed my 
mouth around it, I sucked, I nibbled, I sucked some 
more. My father stepped back a little his hand replaced 
mine he began to rub his cock and the white liquid 
became more creamy, thicker and then began to shoot 
out, it went all over my face, my tits in my hair, it 
ran down my belly and I began to rub it into firstly my 
tits, then my belly and then my pussy.

My father appeared to shrink momentarily, then suddenly 
he picked me up spinning me round he kicked a chair 
over then lay me on my back on the kitchen table, he 
spread my legs and buried his face between them, his 
hot tongue made my pussy surrender to it's power as he 
licked a bored with it. Moments later my body began to 
convulse as my own orgasm overtook me.

As I lay there staring at the ceiling my father 
collapsed onto a chair his head still between my legs, 
I managed to first sit up and then release myself. I 
stood beside him and kissed him on his slightly balding 
head, he sat up and breathed heavily his trousers were 
still around his ankles and his now limp cock lay 
dribbling over the edge of the chair. I fell to my 
knees and tasted it once more sucking the last few 
drops of his lovely cum into my mouth.

My father quickly recovered and led me upstairs his 
calm voice telling me we would both have to get cleaned 
up, but I didn't want to get cleaned up I wanted his 
spunk to stay on my body it's aroma lingering all day.

He led me to the bathroom and ran the bath while he 
himself stripped off the rest of his clothes. We were 
now both naked and in close proximity, when the bath 
was ready he again picked me up this time lowering me 
gently into the warm soapy water, my father then began 
to bathe me as he had told me to bathe. He paid 
particular attention to my titties and pussy, I had 
three more orgasms before my bath was over and then it 
was my turn to bathe my father.

His cock didn't get as hard as it had been before but 
it grew thicker and longer as I soaped him all over. I 
wanted to make him cum again but he told me it would 
take him a bit longer before he could manage it again.

We each got wrapped in a towel and I had barely gotten 
safely into my bedroom before I heard my mother 
downstairs, whether she suspected anything or not I've 
no idea, I doubt it very much but for some reason 
shortly after this she seemed to be there less and less 
and we always knew approximately when she would be 
home.

My father and I indulged in many sexual adventures and 
as time went by we even managed to take a few holidays 
together without my mother, my father was in fact 
rather kinky and asked my to do all manor of things, he 
especially liked to watch me seduce other older men.

One of his great favorites is when we're out together 
he'll ask me at totally inappropriate times to show him 
my cute pussy, he still never wears underpants and 
expects me to be pantieless at all times in order that 
I can do this.

I often wonder if he asks the same things with my 
mother and I suspect he does, although the thought of 
my mother hoisting up her skirt in a cafe or pub or 
park are quite mind blowing. And I seriously doubt that 
she'd ever consider seducing another man for him.

END

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a 
fellow convict in their local prison.
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