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Chapter 6

The exact moment of the ultimate change in our association came the night of the day my period ended. It was a week night, and I still had almost a month of school left before vacation time.

Daddy and I had been in the habit of showering together every morning or evening, and I began experiencing an increased sexual urge, perhaps as a result of abstinence during my "time" of increasing maturity.

This night, in the bathroom, I mentioned to Daddy that my flow had stopped and he explained how I must douche to make sure my internal areas were absolutely clean. This he said could be done by thorough washing, but the best way would be to use a douching syringe.

After I had cleaned myself thoroughly as he directed, we both went to bed. Almost instantly, I was thrilled to have his arms go around me and to feel his mouth gently kissing my ears and neck as his fingers ran tingles of fire through my breasts and along my stomach. I responded to his caresses by kissing him back and by stroking his erect organ. After playing with my vagina for some moments, he slipped down in the bed and began to lick me there.

The pleasure was so intense, I almost forgot about the plan I had conceived as a result of my meeting with Eileen and Sally. But I became so wild with searing pleasure that I allowed him to do it to me until I could no longer keep myself under control and spasmed into a deliciously swelling orgasm.

I was only completed a moment before another swell of desire seemed to expand within me. I reached over in the bed and caressed Daddy's penis with my hand, then gently pushed him so that he rolled over onto his back.

"Let me do you, too," I whispered. "I like to taste you."

He relaxed and I started kissing the tip of his erect penis. The lights were out and we could barely see one another, which played right into my plan. Kneeling between his legs, I bent my head down to him until I was in such a position that with the slightest possible movement I would be able to straddle him quickly.

Just before I made my move, my mind was clouded over with doubts, but my desire and love soon cleared them away. My only fear was that he might pull away from me before I had completed my plan.

Gently, I substituted my vaginal lips for my mouth, placing Daddy's penis ever so lightly against my hole. A surge of joy raced through me as I realized that Daddy was not aware of the difference.

With all my strength, I sat down hard – plunging his beautiful erection deep within me. A sharp ripping sensation shot through me as my hymen ruptured… then the full hardness of his penis filled me with the passionate love I had wanted so badly.

Daddy gasped, "No, kitten… no… " But it was much too late for protests.

He was inside me and we were both slaves to our intertwined emotions. It felt beautiful as I moved up and down on him, pressing his organ against the tenderness of my newly opened vagina. I knew that he was moving with me underneath. But then he gave a surge of muscle strength and, still inside me, rolled so that I was on my back and he was on top of me.

His hands went under my buttocks and my legs twined around his back so that the heels of my feet played a tattoo on his naked back. His lips found mine and the huge, wonderful pressure of him inside me tore me and thrilled me so that I felt I must be going insane with the pleasure of it.

I must have screamed in my intense pleasure! I felt one hand move from under me and gently cup itself over my mouth as the piston-like movement seemed to increase to a point where I knew I could no longer stand it.

I remember yelling into the hand covering my mouth, "Come in me! Come off in me!"

And then it happened. My entire body and soul seemed to explode at the same time and shatter throughout all of the universe and all of time. I was there, but I was not there. I was floating in space and rolling in a hot surf and writhing to get even more of his penis in me.

He shuddered, too, and his legs moved as if he were trying to sink the whole of his body inside me – and I wanted him to. I wanted to devour the whole of him inside me and have all of him fill me.

We had both come together and for hours, it seems, writhed with the intensity of it until we were both drained of every shred of sensation any two people could be capable of.

We lay exhausted, both staring at the dim ceiling above us, without speaking. But words were no longer necessary and the soft in and out swell of our breathing filled the room with a warmth and tenderness that any words could have destroyed.

Gently, I moved my hand so that I could touch his penis again. It was not a movement of desire for I was drained c f longing. I just wanted to touch the part of him that had given me such total physical and emotional pleasure.

It was almost soft and very wet with the lubrication that had so recently welcomed it inside me. I let my fingers slide over the moist length of it and, quietly played with him that way, until he rolled over to get and light a cigarette.

Once he had done that, he turned to me and said, "Kitten, I love you. I love you more than anything in the world."

"I love you, too, Daddy," I said. "That was so good. I never knew anything could be that good."

"Yes, kitten," he said. "Yes… " he took a long drag on the cigarette and seemed to be thinking about how he was going to phrase his next remark. Finally, he said, "Kitten, you know, you can't become pregnant. It would be terrible. I mean, you're not going to tonight probably because you just stopped your period, but you never know."

He went on to tell me of various ways of contraception, and we agreed that the Pill would be the easiest for me because that way our flesh could still enjoy all the added pleasure of direct contact while in the throes of passion.

We were still talking about this long after he had finished his cigarette. Perhaps even a dispassionate discussion like that was enough in itself to make the desire well within me a third time. I reached again for his prick, still soft, lying like a dead soldier on his pillow of wiry pubic hair.

"Let's do it again, Daddy," I said; "and make it last all night."

"It only works once, kitten," he whispered and gave a soft, embarrassed laugh.

But I continued to stroke him with my fingers and felt a slow, slight growth. I turned in the bed and slid down so that I was lying on my stomach with my head in his lap. Our bodies formed a T as I took his soft organ in my mouth. Again he gasped in pleasure as his right arm reached around and I felt the gentle excitement and added lubrication as two of his fingers slipped into me, moving back and forth against my fuck-button.

As I savored the taste of both of our fluids on his penis and ran my tongue over the length of it, I could feel it swell in my mouth. I massaged his scrotum and testicles with one hand and massaged the foreskin with the other as I constantly worked my lips and tongue over the organ.

And then, when it was hard, I again moved so that I could straddle him. This time, there was no barrier within me to impede his entrance and no barrier of conscience within him, for they had both shattered with the pleasure we had just shared. Besides, as he told me later, he had not been able to get a second erection in years and the thrill of it seemed to increase with his own desires even more.

This time, he lay on his back and I alone moved so that I was in control of every bit of ecstasy that shot through me. I prolonged it until he told me that he could control himself no longer. Then, with a twisting jerk, I sat hard on him, leaned forward so that my breasts touched his chest and we both experienced orgasm simultaneously. We lay there for some time and finally went to sleep entwined in each other's arms.

The next thing I knew, I was awakened by the clattering rudeness of an uncaring alarm clock summoning me to face the day and school. I showered and dressed in a dream and when I first saw Daddy in the kitchen, I threw my arms around him and kissed him passionately.

"Oh, Daddy, Daddy," I cried, "I love you so much. You're so wonderful."

We ate a normal breakfast, spoke of the usual things and didn't discuss the happenings of the previous night – not through guilt or shame, but because words were no longer necessary. We knew that the relationship was forever changed and I think we both were a little bit thrilled at the emotional and physical pleasure I had known and was yet to know, but I was also frightened of the responsibility I would have to face. I had become Daddy's wife instead of his daughter. I had grown up in the surging instant of an orgasm, and at thirteen years of age, I had to face the fact that I was a woman!