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Chapter Three: Leading Him On
So I proceeded to lead my Dad on. I fact I attempted to drive him crazy with lust for me, and I have to admit that on the whole, I succeeded.
Except for when we went into town, and the occasions when I did a striptease for him, I spent the whole summer wearing nothing but my high-heeled sandals. I would ask him to soap me down when I was in the shower, and then I got him to dry me afterwards. Of course I sunbathed naked every afternoon, and lay on the grass in the most extraordinary, exposed positions, all in the interests of acquiring and “even, all over” tan, of course. I would “accidentally” spill drinks in myself, once, a whole ice cream, and get him to help me clean myself up, often with his tongue. I spent every evening after dinner still naked, sitting on his lap, as we watched some TV, listened to some music, or just sat in the garden looking at the sunset and then the evening stars.
It was a magical time for both of us. I had the chance to develop my taste and talent for exhibitionism, learned a whole lot about sex, and had the absolutely undivided attention of a handsome, older man, whom I loved, trusted, and in fact had always worshipped. He had the undivided attention of a very sexy, slim young girl with a vivid imagination and a taste for experiment and adventure. I was just learning about sex, and he learned a lot too! Also, apart from immediately after each of his many orgasms that summer, he basically had an erection for two months.
We had one unspoken rule; one of the advantages of having a perverted and incestuous relationship with my Dad is that we often don’t have to explain things to each other in words, we’re completely on the same wavelength and always know exactly what to do, and what not to do. We’re much closer mentally and physically than any “conventional” couple, or man and wife, for that matter, so an “unspoken” rule really was just that, we didn’t have to talk about it, but the rule was there, inviolate.
The unspoken rule was that as I had started the summer a complete virgin, I would finish the summer as a complete virgin, and although that may sound disappointing to those of you hoping for tales of steamy sex, can I tell you that this was in fact extremely liberating and made for much sexier, much dirtier situations than if we’d just screwed and gone to sleep. (No wonder married couples get bored after a few years if that’s all they do!) We knew that, to quote Cole Porter, “Anything Goes,” apart from any penetration, and this in fact made things better for both of us as we satisfied our lusts by experimenting with more and more extreme and perverted acts. We used our imaginations and both learned a lot about our bodies and our minds. The brain is certainly by far the biggest sexual organ!
I’m glad to say that during all of that summer my Dad never got used to seeing me naked. In fact he still hasn’t, even now I merely have to let him see up my skirt or down my blouse and he immediately has a raging hard on for me. However, that summer I did discover that I could make him even stiffer by “casually” making him focus his gaze on particular parts of my body for more than just a few minutes at a time.
Before that magical afternoon I’ve just told you about, when it all started for us when I masturbated him by rubbing my soft, smooth belly up and down against his erect cock, I’d seen him sneaking peeks at me as I wandered about the cottage or sunbathed in either very little or no clothing. After that wonderful, liberating event I became, at his request, even more brazen; and it was wonderfully liberating that he no longer had to pretend not to see me, to pretend not to look, or that I had to pretend to be naïve and shy. He would quite openly sit and stare at me with his erect cock very clearly tenting his shorts, his eyes hungrily following my every movement, and I would deliberately stretch out in the sun, or run my hands over my body, or dance or exercise, nude except for my sandals. We both loved me wearing them, and I loved the whole thing, every sexy, dirty, exciting, immoral moment of feeling my Daddy’s eyes roam over my body, me, his darling baby daughter’s.
I quickly decided that “leading him on”, as he had asked me to, gave me carte blanche to act as brazenly as I wanted to, so after we’d cleaned ourselves up after our first kitchen adventure, we returned to the garden. I slowly and carefully make sure that every little corner of my body, bronzed, shiny and sultry, was covered in sun tan cream, and then, after letting him look at all of me for quite a while, I walked sexily, one foot right in front of the other to emphasis my rolling hips, over to where he was sitting, by the pool, and knelt at his feet.
Cupping my soft, full breasts in my hands I wordlessly looked into his eyes and rubbed my nipples with my thumbs, making them even bigger and stiffer than they were. Still staring straight at him I played with my breasts for minutes, squeezing them, stroking them, pinching my nipples, nipping each of my areolas between my thumbnails and fingers, before clasping my hands behind my head to allow my breasts to fall from my grasp and gently rocking my smooth shoulders to make them sway on my chest as I breathed deeply, proudly displaying myself to my Daddy.
Then I stood up and moved round beside him to lie on my back across his lap, still with my hands behind my head. I had to keep my feet on the floor and it was an acutely uncomfortable position for me to lie in, but it gave him uninterrupted access to my upper body. He slid his hands up over my shiny, flat stomach to grasp my tits, rubbing and squeezing them with his strong hands. After a few minutes the position I was in became even more uncomfortable as the muscles in my back and legs started to vibrate in protest, but as this made my tits tremble I held the position and proffered my tits even more openly to my Daddy.
This made him even more excited, and he started to squeeze and pinch my nipples and areolas between his thumbnails and fingers too. He did it a lot harder than I had, and it began to hurt quite a lot. I moaned quietly and he stopped immediately.
Much to my surprise, I realised that I had been enjoying the pain, and without thinking, I said:
“Oh, don’t stop, Daddy. Do it harder.”
He looked at me in surprise and then simply grabbed my tits and squeezed my nipples as hard as he could. I screamed in surprise and pain, but pushed my tits up towards him, forcing them into his hands, the strain in my back and legs completely forgotten as he really quite seriously assaulted my soft flesh, pinching my nipples as hard as he could for minutes at a time as I writhed silently in his grasp. When they had turned pure white through lack of blood, he suddenly let them go, and I screamed quietly as the blood flowed back into them, but he was already squeezing and twisting one of my tits with both hands, pressing it hard into my chest and then pulling it hard away from my body. With a final, vicious squeeze he let it go and slapped it as hard as he could.
I was now openly crying with the pain from my abused flesh, moaning as I held my painful position, even though my whole body was vibrating with the muscular tension. I still held my hands behind my head and still offered my tits up to his abuse. His cock was now like a rod of steel, digging deep into the small of my back where it tested on his lap. This was obviously exciting him as much as it was exciting me, and neither of us wanted it to stop.
This was suddenly a whole new world for me. I had expected to be excited by the obvious; the sexual stimulation and manipulation of my private parts, my cunt and my arsehole. And while I’d thought he might briefly nibble at my tits and lick my nipples before moving on to bigger things, I was completely surprised by the amount of attention he was lavishing on them, and was totally confused by my reaction to the extreme pain he was subjecting me to. Put simply, my cunt was soaking; the sexual juices were simply dripping from me. Lying on my back across his lap I could feel them trickle from my virgin cuntlips, down over my perineum to gather at the rosebud of my arsehole.
He gave my nipples an even more vicious squeeze, and settled down to slap both my tits as hard as he could. I felt myself about to really scream in pain, but I didn’t want to make too much noise, and I didn’t want him to stop hurting me. Remember, my Daddy had always taught me to keep private things quiet and private, so screaming my head off was simply not an option. I also really didn’t want him to stop, I wanted to encourage him, the pain was delicious, and so I needed to be gagged, but how?
Simple; I reached up with both hands and pulled his face down to mine, pulling his lips hard down on to mine, and we kissed deeply, our tongues immediately intertwining as we kissed so hard we tried to swallow each other. Our lips pressed harder and harder together, we stopped breathing. It was heaven, except that Daddy had stopped abusing my tits whilst he kissed me.
We had to stop for breath.
“Daddy,” I whispered: “Please hurt me again.”
I let my arms drop to the ground behind me. My body was bent backwards in a perfect arch with my tits as the highest point, and as I lay across my Daddy’s lap he once again set about slapping and squeezing them. With tears of pain streaming from my eyes, I gazed up at him, smiling, enjoying how his face became darker and fiercer as he became more and more excited, losing himself in this new sexual adventure we had discovered, slapping and abusing my soft, full tits. I quietly sobbed in pain, loving every minute of it!
The excitement began to build up in my body as the punishment continued. I could feel my heart beating harder and harder, and realised I was writhing uncontrollably as I lay naked across my Daddy’s lap. My sweet sexual fluids gushed freely from my spread cunt lips. Deep between my legs the ecstasy was building up, until suddenly my back arched even more. I was completely rigid as my poor straining legs pushed my body, still arched backwards, until it was completely clear of my Daddy’s lap, with my pubic mound was the highest part. I spread my legs wide and rocked my pelvis, thrusting forward in my sudden sexual frenzy as the first deep orgasm of my life shuddered through my virgin body. Even though I was still a virgin I was having the first deep orgasm of my life, arching my back and lifting my whole body off my father’s lap, offering him my poor abused tits for all the abuse and torture he could give me.
Watching my body writhe and convulse in my painful ecstasy excited him even more, so now he was really hurting me as I thrust my aching tits higher and higher, shouting at him, begging him not to stop, my slim, young body arched backwards across him for his pleasure and my pain. Wonderfully, it seemed to go on for hours.
Sweat was dripping from us both as I came back down to earth, literally, as I collapsed back onto my Daddy’s lap and then, totally spent and limp, I slid off his knees to the ground. I lay there with my eyes shut, soaking in sweat, flushed with a wonderfully dirty feeling of sexual excess. My Daddy loved me and had showed it by hurting my tits until I orgasmed on his lap. He had given me my first orgasm. I lay completely stretched out on the grass at my Daddy’s feet, flat on my back, arms flung wide, legs apart, naked and completely vulnerable, and pissed myself.
My Daddy spread his legs and sat forward, right on the edge of his chair, so that his balls and stiff cock were stood freely between his thighs, gazed down at me, and said:
“Don’t move, Baby Girl.”
He then grasped his stiff cock in his right hand, and very quickly and violently wanked over me, as I lay naked at his feet. With his left hand he pressed his fingertips into the bass of his cock, supporting it, and cupped and protected his balls with the palm. His right fist was pistoning up and down, the shiny tip of his cock appearing and disappearing until he suddenly shouted my name and his spunk fountained from the tip of his cock and sprayed from his erection to splash down on my tits and stomach, just as the last drops of my piss dribbled on to the grass from my cunt.
Breathing heavily, we smiled at each other.
I have to admit that writing all this brings back all the memories and makes me feel very sexy. In fact it makes me want to slide my hands down over my smooth stomach, slip them deep between my legs, and to masturbate. Dear reader, will you masturbate with me now too?
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