All for You, Daddy

by Mary Patton

  Marie was panting trying to control her breathing as she looked at Lynn. "I don't know what to say," she gasped.

  Lynn's smile widened as she said, "How about, your turn now Lynn?" Both women laughed as Marie nodded.

  Chapter One

  I'm not pleased with what occurred. Truth be told, more often than not I feel disturbed for myself for the shortcoming which brought it about. Most of the time... but the rest of the time the memory expedites a flood of physical energy and aching.

  I've frequently attempted to pardon myself by remembering that it had been quite a while since I had intercourse with anybody. It had been a long time since my wife had barged out, never to return, following the unending fights between us over her undeterred ways of managing money which had threatened, always, to demolish us monetarily. I was left with her daughter to raise alone.

  However, in those six years I had adapted pretty much effectively, and Bridget, my stepdaughter, had more than played her part, doing great at school, doing her chores around the house, and figuring out how to be a fine cook also; something for which I was appreciative, as I am not capable in that ability.

  Presently, she was eighteen and had proceeded onward from high school to university. Therefore, she needed to live far from home all week, and generally came back home at ends of the week.

  All appeared to go swimmingly, until the moment of that one Friday evening toward the end of her first school year.

  Bridget had arrived home around seven that night, and, as had turned into a ritual, I took her out for dinner at our nearby restaurant. She was peculiarly calm all through the feast, despite the fact that in reply to my inquiries, she simply said it was nothing, she was slightly worn out. After we had eaten, we drove home, and Bridget went for a shower. She generally did that because in the place she remained all week, there was no chance to have a shower, just an occasional one.

  After her shower, she came down to the first floor where I was perched on the couch sitting in front of the TV. She was wearing her towel robe, and, obviously, plopped down by me on the couch, smelling crisp and sweet, and snuggling up to one side, with her feet drawn up under her, as she had regularly done for a long time.

  I kept on watching the TV, ambiguously getting a kick out of the closeness of my stepdaughter’s proximity, however with no depraved thoughts. Not that I hadn't any, over the most recent couple of years, I saw the advancement of her young body from youth into what I would depict as an attractive young lady, with huge, and to me welcoming, tits, as her mom had. I guess I had constantly favored the "more full" figure. In any case, I had not enabled myself to have any ignorable desires toward her, despite the fact that it had been quite a while since I myself had engaged in sexual relations, and afterward just a fairly unsuitable and shameful "fast in and out" with a work associate, that had done nothing for me.

  After a brief time of our sitting comfortably together, I ended up mindful that Bridget was not, herself, watching the screen, and had started to cry discreetly.

  Swinging to her, I saw that tears were running down her cheeks. "What on earth is the issue, sweetheart?" I said. For a few seconds she didn't answer, but after that lifted her face to look at me.

  "Goodness, Daddy, I don't exactly know how to disclose this to you, and I know it's not your fault, or your concern, but rather you're the only individual I could ever dream of talking to about it. We've always possessed the ability to discuss anything, haven't we?"

  That was valid. She and I had dependably possessed the capacity to converse with one another about anything by any stretch of the imagination. When she achieved adolescence, it was myself who needed to disclose to her what was occurring, and our relationship had dependably been one where, in a manner of speaking, there had never been any need to close the bathroom door.

  Bridget went on, "You'll think I'm being senseless, and it’s not that important, however I'm so pissed about it that I'm starting to loathe school, and I don't figure I can go on."

  "What is it that has pissed you off so much?" I was truly concerned, I had at no other time seen her looking so upset.

  Bridget took as much time as necessary before she addressed me once more, and I just held up calmly till she was prepared to talk.

  "It’s because I’m too chubby," she said at long last.

  "What do you mean?" My little girl was surely on the plump side, to some degree as her mom had been, however I would unquestionably not by any stretch of the imagination have depicted her as fat in any defamatory sense.

  At that point all of a sudden, everything came spilling out. "I'm the only girl in my year, most likely in the entire school, who's still a virgin," she cried. "Every one of my friends do nothing else except share info about how great or awful their sexual experiences are, or how it was for them the previous night, and what contraceptives they incline toward, etc. Furthermore, they ridicule me, saying things like ‘Goodness, obviously you wouldn't know, Bridget, okay. You're a virgin? No one needs a chunky young lady, isn't that right?’ And at that point, when I did once have a date with a kid, he wanted to feel my tits, and I let him, however there was no excitement in it for me by any means, and he simply hurt me a bit, goading my boobs with his finger and saying ‘Yuck, how gross’... I don't know whether I should disclose to you this, Daddy, its so humiliating, but..."

  "Go on dear, it's okay, let everything come out."

  "Then at that point he said. ‘No one would ever... Goodness, God. Is it okay to use a bad word?’

  "Obviously. Try not to stress over it."

  "He said... No one would ever figure out how to fuck me since they would require a two-foot-long dick to reach past my stomach, and that no man could ever please me. Goodness, Daddy, I'm so sad. I realize I ought to be proud to be a virgin at eighteen, yet I'm the oddball, and it practically makes me a pariah. I can't participate in the conversations that go on, and I guess I'll go whatever remains of my existence without comprehending what it's about. I believe I'm most likely off-putting or something."

  Bridget started crying profoundly. I put my arm round her and kissed her face to comfort her. "That was mean," I stated, "and false too! I'm very certain you're not off-putting and that no man could please you is positively false too!”

  "How would you know that?"

  "Since I'm a man, and in light of the fact that you're my daughter, it still doesn't make me immune."

  "So you’re saying that if I weren't your girl, you maybe would want to, you know, kind of touch my boobs and stuff?"

  "Indeed, since you put it like that, yes. What I implied was that since I'm your dad, it doesn't prevent me from having a characteristic physical reaction when I take a gander at you or feel you by me."

  "Physical reaction?"

  "All things considered, yes. Since we're being so transparent with one another, as we've generally been, I'm stating that I now and again... well, get an erection from your proximity."

  The direction our discussion was taking a strange turn and was without a doubt, as of now, making my penis swell in my jeans, fairly to my humiliation, as there was not really any possibility that Bridget would not know about it unless she looked in my lap, as she now did in response to my comment.

  "Oh, Dad, I didn't know that". Her eyes appeared to be settled on the irregularity in my pants. "Yet, it wouldn't be any good, would it? After what that kid said and did, I couldn't appreciate being touched, and so forth."

  "That is junk. That kid plainly had no sense, or capacity. In the event that it was done appropriately, you'd appreciate it okay, I'm sure".

  There was quiet for a moment, which felt like a year. My penis was stressing awkwardly in my jeans. I was still generally youthful and fit, at forty-three and had ordinary manly needs, which more often than not, I attempted to overlook until the point that they turned out to be excessively overwhelming, when I would be forced to jerk off. I was raised in a generation which encouraged that masturbation was by one way or another terrible and unclea
n, and exhibited a messy personality. While I realized this frame of mind was absolutely wrong, and remaining from misinformed Victorian prudery, and that masturbation was as normal, and even fundamental, as any other capacity throughout everyday life, regardless the dispositions imparted in adolescence are exceptionally hard to shed. They never absolutely abandon you.

  So, it had been a long time since I had given in and wanked, as we used to call it, and I was experiencing what was ordinarily known as blue balls, that bothering throb in the testicles and penis that goes on until the point when you ejaculate, and which makes thoughts of sex barge in into everything else.

  At long last, Bridget drew a major breath, and snuggled nearer to one of my side arms, this time holding her head down with the goal that I couldn't see her face.

  "Daddy, okay, demonstrate to me what it should feel like?"

  There was an unusual protuberance in my throat, very separated from the one in my jeans.

  "Dear, I can't. It isn't permitted. You’re my daughter." My voice resembled a stranger's.

  "I wouldn't tell anybody, sincerely. In the event that you could demonstrate to me I'm not simply some sort of oddity, I'd feel so much better. I love you, so what damage might it be able to do?"

  I had no response to that. I raised lifted her head to investigate her eyes. "Is it accurate to say that you are very certain? Since this is a genuine issue. If anyone ever knew, I could get into serious trouble, you know that?"

  "They wouldn't find out. Regardless of whether they did, some way or another, I'd simply deny it."

  My psyche was in unrest, yet the weight in my balls and penis was always persistent.

  "Okay, however, just to demonstrate to you you're not off-putting, and instruct me to stop at any minute in case you're not absolutely happy about anything I'm doing".

  "Obviously I will. Goodness, if you don't mind Daddy. Show me."

  As a reply, I turned her head up and kissed her as a sexual partner as opposed to as a father. I held her nearby close by me with my left arm, and tenderly slid my right hand down from her neck into the front of her toweling robe. Underneath that robe she was exposed. My hand discovered her left tit, and gradually started to delicately knead it, feeling the substantial areola solidify and ascend under my palm.

  I was astounded at the shape and development of that nipple. I hadn't really seen Bridget exposed for around five years, and the change was impressive. I went down and fixed the line attaching of the robe, and opened the front to uncover her tits. They were exquisite, full, and regardless of the way that she was somewhat overweight, those tits were firm and high, and the nipples like little pink pyramids.

  She made a murmuring sound as I stroked the two tits, and delicately crushed the areolas between my thumb and index finger. I couldn't avoid it, I twisted forward and kissed every globe, licking round and sucking every nipple till Bridget heaved with enjoyment and I detected her hips starting to rise and fall somewhat.

  "Umm, Daddy, that is awesome. It makes me feel weird and excited."

  "It should, sweetheart. It just shows you're not off-putting, wouldn't you say?"

  "Goodness, yes. It makes me feel so... I don't have the foggiest idea... Hot, I assume!"

  I knew I needed to stop before I lost control and maybe panicked or hurt her.

  "Daddy, why have you stopped? Please don't stop. Except if I really don’t attract you, obviously."

  Don't really attract?! She couldn't in any way, shape or form understand the tempest seething in my pants. I yielded to it.

  "Obviously you attract me! More than I realize how to say. You can see the impact you're having on me, right?"

  "Sure, I guess I can." She half laughed, which satisfied me to realize she was not taking what I was doing as any kind of injury. Her robe had fallen totally from her shoulders and every last bit of her lay uncovered. She saw me taking a gander at her and taking in the delicate smoothness of her body. She pursued my look down to the base of her stomach, and playfully pushed her body ahead on the couch, giving her legs a chance to part, so her vulva, underneath a fine sprinkling of delicate reasonable hair, was available to my view, welcoming and as of now sparkling with her excitement juices.

  "Can I... Would I be able to see you, too?" she murmured. I took a gander at her, at that point took my left arm from around her and stood up, taking off my shoes and socks, fixing my shirt, nearly cumming in my pants and jeans in my race to venture out of them. I remained before her, bare, and with my swollen erection pointing directly at her face.

  She was by all accounts entranced. "Gracious, Daddy, I've seen your... your thing... previously, yet never like that!" I returned to the couch, and sat alongside her again. "I need to feel it," she said. "Can I?"

  "Obviously you can, sweetheart. And, I will touch you down there, on the off chance that you want me to."

  "Gracious, yes if it's not too much trouble Daddy, however I probably won't be... exceptionally pleasant down there. I feel somewhat wet for reasons I don’t know.”

  "The reason is you are reacting to being turned on, similarly as my penis has gone hard and firm." I took her left hand and moved it to my penis, folding her fingers over its thickness. She gulped but said nothing, giving her hand a chance to investigate the solidness of my part, and her thumb to feel the slight wetness of the pre-cum that was starting to spill from the head.

  "Simply hold your fingers around my penis and move your hand delicately up and down its length... oh, yes that feels magnificent."

  In the meantime, my right hand moved down from her tits, over the smoothness of her stomach, and down between her barely separated legs. Without a moment's delay, my fingers found the highest point of her under lips and felt the wetness. I separated her legs a lot wider to permit me access to her sex. Her little clitoris was swollen and erect. I tenderly massaged it with my thumb, while my forefinger looked for a path between her external vaginal lips and gradually entered her around an inch or somewhere in the vicinity.

  She made delicate groaning clamors. "Daddy, that feels mind boggling."

  Since she was focusing on the sensations she was herself encountering, Bridget's fingers had quit proceeding on my penis, despite the fact that she held her light hold upon it. That was probably a good thing, or I may have just cum then and there. And I didn’t want to climax, not yet.

  I took my finger from her vagina. We took a look at one another, looking each other's eyes for the implicit choice. We were both breathing excessively quick. We kissed with eagerness.

  "Do you need me to... to put my penis into you?" My voice was only a croak.

  "Oh please, Daddy, I need it! I require it! I But it won’t work, will it? You aren't sufficiently long to reach, are you? That kid said..."

  "Disregard what that kid said! That was an expression of total gibberish. I will show you... but only for a moment. With the goal that you'll comprehend what it feels like and that I don't need to be two feet long!"

  I positively wasn't two feet long. I guess my penis is simply normal, possibly, around six inches when erect, yet agreeably thick, and right then and there, swollen and sore with need.

  Tenderly, I laid Bridget back along the couch. Her robe was still pretty much underneath her ass, so the wetness we were both making, and would make, would ideally not get all over the place.

  I bowed between her open legs. Her eyes were settled upon my throbbing cock, and my eyes were settled upon the excellence of her sparkling vagina.

  Hanging over her, I gradually brought down myself upon her, until our stomachs slightly touched, and the tip of my penis first touched her swollen clitoris and brushed those magnificent under lips, delicately bumping between them. She held her breath, however she was attempting to raise her hips toward me.

  "Dear, I will need to take your virginity. It might hurt. I'll be as delicate as possible, yet I can't go directly into you without breaking your hymen. When I'm in, the agony should ease."

  "I know, Daddy, I've found
out about that when the young ladies recite their anecdotes about it. I'm prepared. Try not to stress, I'll be okay."

  "In the event that you need me to stop, simply say the word and I guarantee I will."

  I started to press my throbbing penis between those delicate vaginal lips, feeling it start to be held by the external sheath. The head of my cock was inside her, yet then I felt the obstruction of the hymen. Bridget felt it as well, for she pushed against me, asking me to drive myself more deep into her. Without a moment's delay I felt the opposition give, and my penis sank further into her energizing passage. I had taken her virginity. Bridget heaved. I solidified.

  "Are you okay, baby?"

  "Oh yes, indeed, Daddy. There was a sharp pain for a minute, however I believe it's going away as of now. Try not to stop, I need every inch of you in me."

  Gradually, I enabled my penis to move further into her, and she addressed that development with pushes of her own, until the point that I was completely overwhelmed inside the tight, wet, velvety warmth of her, and our pelvic bones, cushioned by the encompassing substances, squeezed against one another. The sensation was electric.