Shhhhhh . Don't Tell Mommy; Don't Tell Daddy.
Hi there.
My name is Jenna.
I'm ten years old now.
And I have a secret
I can't tell Mommy.
And...
I can't tell Daddy.
So I'm going to tell you.
I love them both very much. That's
the reason I don't say anything, because if they found out they might end up
hating each other, and I couldn't live with that. I just know that if they find
out they'll both be so upset. I just can't deal with that right now.
I'll
have to tell this story from a time before I remember things. Daddy has told me
about it many times; that is, how it all started. I don't recall that far back,
but he does.
I guess
I was a fussy baby bunny back then. I must believe that it's true, because
everything he talks about is really the way things are now. The things that
calm down babies didn't work on me. I spit out pacifiers, and I only took a
bottle when I was hungry. Otherwise, I just lay there and cried. In fact, the
only thing that worked to calm me down still works to this day. I don't question
it because it just is what it is. People wouldn't understand. Oh, I don't cry
that often, but the situation still pans out in the end. And while I can handle
it myself, I don't. Sometime you get into a habit and find it hard to break.
You
see, all I need is a loving touch.
In a
special place. A very special place.
Daddy
says he first noticed it when cleaning me up during a diaper change. When he
gently cleaned up my slit, I would settle down a little. He thought that it was
because I didn't like having a mess, and therefore liked being clean, but he
soon saw that there was more to it than that. As he tells it, he finally got
the idea to investigate. After cleaning me up and finding me still on the verge
of crying, he rubbed his finger up and down my slit. He says it made him feel
dirty, but as he tickled my little pink nub I immediately settled down.
When he
stopped, I started to cry again.
What
could he do?
He
tries to tell me what he looked up in the medical books he got at the library,
but the words are too big for me to understand, even today. I guess it all
comes down to the words I have come to understand all too well. Daddy says his
little girl was born horny.
I guess
that first time, he rubbed me for a while, only stopping when he thought I was satisfied.
He felt very awkward doing it, but he says he really wanted me to sleep. When I
didn't right away, he covered his fingertip with baby oil and rubbed me until I
shuddered. Only then did I fall asleep and I slept for a whole six hours.
And so
started a routine that still goes on to this day.
You
want to hear more? Well, not so fast. That's just the beginning of half of the
story.
Daddy
worked a lot, and that meant I was home with Mommy a lot too.
I cried
for Mommy just as much as I did for Daddy.
Daddy
didn't tell her about what he knew. There was no way she would ever understand.
It was a deep, dark secret because he didn't have a choice in the matter.
Mommy
found out about this trick on her own, without ever knowing that he knew it
too.
Mommy
tells the story much like Daddy does. She was tired and cranky with me; what
with my crying and such. She changed my diaper and rubbed down there a little
harder than normal, because she was upset. I shut right up. When she stopped, I
cried again. She thought it was strange, but after a few tries, she found that
I was happiest when she was rubbing my cunny.
Like
Daddy, she found that rubbing my slit vigorously would set me off, into what
they call an orgasm.
Now she
knew what the joy of that sensation was, and was shocked and dismayed (her
words) that such a tiny little thing like me could ever have the joy of such
adult pleasures. She told herself that she wasn't going to indulge me in such a
way, as it wasn't right. But when I wouldn't shut up, she found it was the
easiest way to placate me (see, I can use a few big words!).
She did
the same thing Daddy did; she lubed up her finger with oil and rubbed my nub
until I shook and heaved and then fell asleep. She says that it made her feel
all warm inside too, and after tucking me in, she'd go to bed with a "toy" and
do the same for herself, or if Daddy was home, she'd have him do the job for
her.
I
didn't understand either of those things for a long time.
I
understand them very well now.
Anyways,
for the longest time I don't really remember any of it. There was a point
however, where the situation made a great impression on me, what Mommy called
an epiphany. I don't pretend to know what that is, but I guess it means that
something happened that stuck in my memory.
I don't
recall how old I was, and he has never actually told me, so I guess it's a
secret that will stay a secret. But I remember it. I remember it vividly.
His fingers
always felt so nice, and there were times that he explored a little elsewhere.
But he told me, once I was old enough to understand, that he was always intent
on preserving my virginity, I didn't know what that was, but I think I
appreciated his concern.
It
wasn't his fingers that got my attention however. I mean they did, but I was
used to them by now. What was new to me was something he decided to try on me
one night when Mommy had a night out with her friends.
He gave
me a bath, which I liked very much. I could clean myself up just fine, but he
could do it much better. He was careful to pay special attention to those areas
in need of lingering care. Oh, you know what I mean. He washed up my crotch
until I wet myself.
And it
didn't matter because I was in the tub.
Tonight,
however he dried me off and put me to bed naked. It was strange at first,
because I had never gone to bed naked before. I didn't mind it, since it was
going to make it easier for him to play with me, and if I was still awake, for
me to play with myself after the light was out. I wasn't supposed to play with
myself in public, and so I did my best to behave. But this was my bed and I
could do as I wanted in it
So
could Daddy apparently.
He lay
me down in the middle of it, spread my legs and told me to relax. I was
relaxed, but if he was going to give me some more playtime I was all for it. I
watched him as he took off his shirt, and grew suddenly curious at what the
rest of him looked like. I had seen him without his shirt before, but never
without his pants.
Today
was not going to reveal any of those hidden secrets.
He
knelt at the end of the bed, then reached up and grabbed me by the ankles and
pulled me closer to him. I willing complied, scooting down to make it easier.
He pulled me so far down my legs ended up dangling over the edge of the bottom
of the mattress. This was new!
So too
was it when his mouth went to my newly washed crotch. I was going to push him
away, but his tongue lashed out and my fur stood on end. I felt a surge of
electricity run through my nerve endings when he did that. My ears stood out
straight too...I think. I lost my concentration after he did that.
His
mouth was warm and wet, and his tongue probed around, licking me in ways most
intimate. His lips found my nub and I felt his cheeks puff out as he sucked in
air, pulling the tiny pink bit and sending a shot of fire through my veins. I
gasped as he worked it in and out of his mouth, running the tip of his tongue
over it just for good measure. Fingers were nice but this was the bomb! I came
and came and came, until I was utterly spent and the comforter was soaked.
And
still he didn't stop.
I was
in no condition to complain when one of his fingers began tickling my butthole.
I was thinking about it when his tongue moved down there, but it felt so good I
decided to keep quiet. I was clean after all. After a few minutes of that, the
finger returned, only to slip into my butt with a slick pop. I nearly jumped,
had his mouth not been back on my cunny doing what he did so well. Between his
finger thrusting in and out of my butthole and his tongue between my legs, I
passed out. I did. But I remembered the whole thing right up until then.
At
three in the morning I woke up, and I brought myself to another orgasm just
thinking about what he had done. Who would ever have thought that a finger up
my butt would have been so awesome?
And
what about Mommy?
Well,
she was much like Daddy. She did the same thing every time she put me to bed,
rubbing my special spot until I came, relaxed completely and fell fast asleep.
It got to be such a routine between the two of them I wasn't sure I needed it
anymore. But the thought of abandoning such closeness and such pleasure was
enough to make me sick to my stomach. I guess I was addicted to sex. I don't
know. I don't care what the reason was.
I liked it.
Mommy would climb up in bed with me
when I was older, singing to me and cooing as she fingered me into submission.
Over time, things changed, as they did with Daddy. Apparently she didn't think
that this virginity thing was all that special. I don't know the specifics on
it, but I guess it was something to do with a thing called a hymen. Mom had
lost hers a long time ago, so she said, and I wondered how you could lose such
a thing.
I figured it out on my own.
Where daddy used his tongue and
mouth, she used her long slim fingers. One evening when he was with his buddies
and it was just her and me, she put in a movie and we got comfy on the couch. I
was used to chick flicks, as she called them, but what she had put in was a
little more...involved. I had never seen a sex scene before, and I wasn't certain
what to make of it. I sort of knew sex was between a male and a female, and
even though mom and I had been having a little fun together, I never thought
much of it. But now; now this was different.
By the time the couple on the
television screen were making out, mommy had moved me to her lap. She had
opened her robe and I was sitting on her lap, by bare fur laying right next to
hers. My head was nestled between her breasts and my ears split by her neck,
with one ear on each shoulder. It was very warm and comfortable. And it made my
crotch easily accessible to her talented fingers. I liked that a lot.
As her nails lightly skipped from
thigh to thigh, she whispered in my ear;
"I think we can move this up a
notch, don't you?"
"Sure?" I said uncertainly.
"Why not?" she said sweetly. "When
I was your age I didn't even think about things like this. But you're different,
aren't you?"
"Mmm hmm," I murmured quietly,
unsure what she meant
"Everything you and I have done has
all on the outside," Mommy said, "but a lot of fun is to be had on the inside."
That got me thinking about daddy
and his finger up my butt. It made me wiggle a little on her lap.
"If you say so."
"I can show you."
"Ok."
I figured I'd get a finger up the
butt again, which was alright. I was wrong. I mean, what happened was alright,
but it wasn't my butt. It was my other hole.
She started by massaging my little
nub with her fingertip until I was squirming on her lap. It soon felt like I
had wet myself, but I knew it wasn't the case. Sometimes; I did pee, but often
times I would get wet without losing control of my bladder. It was a different
sort of wetness. It made things all slippery, which was nice.
Mommy's finger played lightly over
me for the longest time, until I could feel that wonderful warmth spreading
over me. And just when the point came when the spasms took a hold of me, her
finger slipped inside me with one sharp thrust. It hurt, but not terribly. I
think she knew it would and chose the perfect time to do it; a time I would
barely notice the discomfort.
I arched back as she penetrated me,
and I could feel her finger push up inside until she ran out of finger. I
hadn't realized that the front hole was that deep. I mean, I knew enough about
eating and how my digestive system worked to figure out that that hole went in
a long ways, but it surprised me about this one. I didn't know about babies and
such back then. I don't think I needed to.
Her fingertip hit something,
because not only did it stop, I could feel a strange sensation inside me. Then,
she curled the end of his finger and slowly began to massage my insides. It was
strange; not quite as strange as having a finger elsewhere, but odd in that it
seemed almost natural, which of course it was.
Her thumb rubbed vigorously across
my pink nub, and between those two things she had me wiggling uncontrollably. I
could hardly imagine a more pleasurable thing, though I was still young and
naïve. Experience has made me a little more; what's the word? Oh yeah, I'm a
little more jaded now.
She finger-fucked me (as she called
it) until I just couldn't take it anymore. I shuddered into a mass of
electrified nerves, rolled my eyes to the back of my head and passed out.
I didn't wake until morning. The
first thing I thought was that I needed to know more about this thing she
called fucking. Up to now, I just thought it was bad word I wasn't supposed to
ever say. I didn't know it actually meant something.
The first thing I did upon waking
was to stick my own fingers down there, and then inside. I had never done that
before. I guess I wasn't a virgin anymore, but I didn't feel all that
different. I hoped that Daddy wouldn't notice and get angry with me. I couldn't tell him how it happened or then
they might fight about it. It was weird knowing that each was doing what they
felt was best for me, and yet, if they had known the other was doing what they
were doing they would have gotten mad. Adults are stupid sometimes.
I couldn't do what she had done,
and that made me a little sad. Then again, it made me look forward to bedtimes
with her with that much more enthusiasm.
I'll jump ahead a little, for
nothing momentous happened after that, not for a while anyways. I was content,
and sleeping for everyone under our roof went along well enough. Certainly I
slept soundly after every session, and on those nights when they were both
home, I learned how to satisfy myself quite adequately. It was nothing like
having either one of them with me, but it was enough to get the job done.
And those times when I was lucky
enough, Daddy did his thing, and Mommy did her thing and I was a happy, happy
bunny.
It was Mommy who stepped it up a
notch again, and not all that long ago. She brought one of her toys to bed, on an
evening she knew Daddy would be out for a while with his friends, for it was a
Friday night. I didn't know what a dildo was, or what it represented, not until
she showed me and told me. She giggled a little, nervously I think, as she
tried to explain the difference between men and women. I listened to her
stutter through her explanation, feeling the heat come into my cheeks like I
had no experience in this stuff at all. She was giving me the talk, and it was
as if it was all brand new to me.
She let
me hold her toy. It was hot pink, firm, but rubbery. It was shaped, she said,
just like a male's penis. I knew what that was, but I had yet to see one. What
I couldn't quite conceive was putting that thing between my legs. It seemed
so...grotesque an idea. But Mommy took it back, slipped off her robe and
demonstrated how to use it.
She had
a nice body. Mine was smaller, flatter, and without curves. She had everything
I didn't. I knew that those were things I had to grow into, but it seemed that
I could enjoy a few adult privileges despite this. Heck, I guess I had been
this whole time. But here I am getting off track.
I
watched as she slipped that thing into her hole like it belonged there. I had
never really paid too much attention to her anatomy, though I had stolen looks
at it before. Now I watch with unabashed interest as that hot-pink rod
disappeared into her. I was amazed that something that size (and really, it
wasn't as large as they come; I know that now) would fit inside.
I was
even more amazed when it fit inside of me!
It wasn't
as smooth going in as it was for her, however. I think I understood that right
away. After all, I had come out that hole when I was born. Even a small baby
bunny is bigger than a dildo. Or a penis.
Mommy
played with herself for a while, working the thing in and out with increasing
speed. The slurp and slosh of it mesmerized me, as did the look of sheer
ecstasy on her face. Her ears glowed as pink as her toy as the blood rushed
around inside her body in a mad dash to go nowhere and everywhere at once. I
understood that feeling all too well.
With a
cry and a thrust ceilingward of her hips, she collapsed back on the bed gasping
and heaving to catch her breath. It was totally cool to watch, and I could
hardly contain myself in my desire to try it too. On the other paw however, I
wasn't about to try that thing on my own. And besides, it was still up inside
her. I had to wait until she came to her senses.
She
did, with a smile on her face and a huge, drawn-out sigh.
"Oh, that's so nice! Not as good as
the real thing, but a very close second!"
I had a
dim idea of what the real thing was, but I was willing to try this thing that
was second best.
"Can I
try it?"
"Of
course you can dear. It's why I brought it tonight. Your father knows I have
it, and he has been ever so good not to complain about it, but this must be our
little secret."
"Ok.
But isn't this already a secret?"
You
see, I really did know all about secrets. She couldn't know and he couldn't
know and that left me knowing too much.
She
giggled.
"Yes, I
suppose it is. Just between us girls."
"Uh
huh," I said, thinking about Daddy, "just between us girls."
She pulled
out the dildo. It was glistening with moisture, and felt a little tingle inside
just seeing that. She wiped it off on the bed spread and handed it to me, I
took it gingerly, not certain at all what I was supposed to do with it. Oh, you
know what I mean, I knew how it worked, but the thought of something that big
inside was a little daunting.
"Do you
need help the first time?"
"Yeah,
maybe. It looks big!"
"Oh,
for you it might be, but you'll adjust. That's what our bodies do. You know
your Aunt Lucy?"
"Sure.
Duh."
"She
used to date a stallion. Do you know how big a stallion's thingie is?"
"No."
She held up the dildo. "It's this
much longer and this much thicker," she said, indicating the difference with
her paws.
"That's
like a baseball bat!" I hollered a little too loudly.
"Yep.
And she could take most it."
"I'd
think that would hurt!"
"Yes,
you would think so," she said with a dreamy quality in her voice. "But boy, it
would be something to try."
I did
say a word. I would think something that big would split me in two. I decided
that this dildo thing would be a fine first start.
I was
holding it, looking at the flared tip, wondering if I could actually nerve
myself to sticking it in. Mommy must have read my thoughts.
"You
want a little hep?"
"Yeah.
I don't think I can do it."
"Oh, I
think you could, but I'll guide you."
I had
both paws on it, and she placed the tip again my opening. I pushed a little,
finding the sensation to be pleasant enough. But as I pushed it a little
harder, it balked, stopping before the full width of it was inside. Mommy moved
a little, and the next thing I knew she was kissing me on the lips. It was a
nice feeling, and it distracted me momentarily. The next moment I felt a bit of
a pain as she applied pressure to the end of the dildo, and right after that, I
could feel this huge presence inside me.
I can't
even describe it to you. Unless you've had something like that inside, you just
don't know what it's like. She pushed it until it stopped. She moved away from
me, lingering only because I didn't let go of our kiss, and then nodded towards
my crotch.
The
thing was deep inside me! I was still holding it, so I experimentally gave it a
wiggle. I could feel it all the way up to my; well right up to my nose. Every
time I gave it a twitch, my nosed tickled. It was weird; but a good weird.
Mommy looked at me and smiled lovingly.
"See! Even at your age you can
take it."
"Yeah,
I see that. What do I do now?"
"Pull
it out a little and push it back in. Repeat."
I did
as she said, reveling in the incredible experience. I could feel it sliding
along the walls of my cunny, vibrating the outer lips of it as it moved. Once I
had it out a few inches I pushed it back in again. It was wonderful! I picked
up speed, thrusting it in and out in ever more rapid movements. It didn't take
too long before I started to feel that wonderful feeling inside, but this time
it lingered. Usually it was rather fast; a sharp rise and a quick fall. This
time the feeling grew and grew until I was to the point I wanted to cry out.
And I did. When the orgasm hit me I yelled loud enough to hurt even my own
ears. I felt my body grab ahold of the dildo so tightly that I could move it
anymore. I didn't even bother trying. I was well into the point of no return. I
vibrated and shook and when I was done, I lay there, just as Mommy had,
breathing heavily and feeling a wave of euphoria pass across me.
I was
content to lay there, but Mommy moved over me again, right over the top, and
kissed me again. I liked that, and I kissed her back. Her one paw went down to
my crotch and I felt her manipulate the dildo, pushing it in and then back out
again, just like I had done. I didn't think I could feel anything after all I
had just felt, but in a few minutes time I was hot and bothered and thrashing
about as she drive it in and out with a quiet savagery that drove me right out
of my head. If the first orgasm had been the ultimate, I had just found a
higher peak to perch upon.
This
time when I came I did pass out; totally, completely and absolutely. I
overslept the next morning by an hour. Daddy came up to see if I was alright.
I sat
up, rubbed my eyes and blinked the crusts out of them.
"Hey
baby girl. Are you sick?"
"No.
Why?"
"It's a
lot later than normal for you to be up on a Saturday. I thought maybe something
was wrong."
"No. I just was pretty tired I
think."
"Well good for you. I know how much trouble you have getting
sleep."
"Yes,
but it seems to be better."
"Good.
But then, you won't need me anymore, will you?"
He sounded wistful.
"Daddy, don't be silly. I'll always
need you!"
"I hope
so honey bunny," he said as he sat down on the edge of the bed.
He got
a weird look on his face. He stood back up, patted the bedding and then turned
back the top sheet and blanket. I was horrified to see the dildo was still in
bed with me. I hadn't really thought about it, assuming Mommy had taken it back
with her last night. I felt the color rise to my cheeks. I think they might
have been the same color as the dildo.
I
thought he was going to be angry, and at first, I think he was. But he spoke
calmly.
"Baby
doll, where did you get this?"
I had
to think fast, otherwise he'd know about Mommy.
"From
your room."
"You
know what this is?"
"Yes."
"And
you used it?"
"Yes."
He sat
back down, deep in thought.
"I
didn't think you would be old enough for such things. This is your
mother's....toy."
"It's
called a dildo, Daddy."
"Yes it
is," he said, a little unnerved. "It's meant for grownups."
"I
know. But I got it to work, so maybe that means I'm more grown up than you
think I am!"
He
ruffled my hair, suddenly looking more relaxed.
"You
know, maybe you are. And using that helped you sleep all night?"
"Yep. I didn't wake up once all
night."
"Well, that is food for thought.
I'll tell you what; I'm going to go back downstairs. You wash up Mom's toy and
put it back and I'll not say a word of this to her. I have no idea how she'd
react, but you can bet it wouldn't be good."
He left
and I did as I was told. I wasn't sure where Mommy kept it, but I doubt he did
either. Then again, I was just going to have to tell her about what happened so
that she'd put it wherever it was she had it hidden. But I was going to want to
know its location, just in case there was a future need. And there was going to be a need for it, I knew
that all too well.
Breakfast
was a little awkward, what with Mommy smiling at me and Daddy giving me
thoughtful stares. I ate, watched some television and then asked to go to a
friend's house. I knew I was probably reading more into things than I should
have, but I figured leaving would give me a little respite from the situation.
When I
can home, things seemed fairly normal. So over the next few days, I worried
less and less about it. However, neither of them had the opportunity to visit
me, leaving me alone to handle my needs. I wished I could have gotten that toy
back, but I was wise enough to not bother looking for it. Even if I found it,
there was a good chance Daddy might find me with it, and I didn't want him
being angry. As it was, his cool acceptance of it was a little unsettling. I
had thought he would have blown a gasket over it.
The
next week I was feeling pretty lonely. I thought that maybe this was
punishment, but I knew that there were sometimes lulls in the fun times. Adults
had a lot to do, and Daddy worked and Mommy was part of several organizations.
In fact, she was going to have a long meeting on Thursday, and I was going to
come home to an empty house. I was simply going to have to look for that toy!
I came
home, called out to double check that no one was home, and then went straight
upstairs to the bedrooms. I rooted around in her chest of drawers, looking for
the source of my joy. I was so absorbed in looking for it that I didn't hear
when Daddy stepped into the room. He cleared his voice and I about jumped out
of my furry little hide.
"Daddy!
What are you doing home?" I about panicked and fled the house.
He
didn't look angry. He looked amused.
"I took
off half a day. I had a feeling you'd be looking for this."
He held up the dildo.
"Why did you take it?"
"Because I knew you'd be looking
for it."
I felt the blood rush to me cheeks.
"It feels nice. I can't help that."
"I'm not reprimanding you. I'm here
to offer you something better."
My mind
raced. Mommy said that the dildo was second best. Therefore, there was only one
thing better. Could he actually be offering...?
"What?"
"Me."
His
tone was pure nervousness. He said it confidently enough, but I knew he was
scared. I wasn't sure why.
"But I
already have you!"
"Not
like I'm offering honey bunny."
"Oh.
You're offering more than before; is that it?"
"If
you'd like."
He looked
expectant and quite possibility on the verge of a breakdown. I think he thought
that I would run away screaming, or tell on him, or who knows what. But
honestly, I did want to find out what it was like.
"I
think I would."
He
sighed a lungful of air.
"Really?"
"Sure.
I'll just bet you're a whole lot more fun than an old piece of rubber."
"I'll
do my best!"
I
suddenly felt overly excited. This was going to be the real thing! Everything
before this had been more geared towards scratching my itches, but this was
going to be real sex! I just about stripped and jumped him right there, but
thought better of it. I had a nagging thought that I wanted answered.
"Daddy,
can I ask something?"
"Sure."
"You
said something once about me keeping my virginity."
"I
did."
"But
now?"
He
sighed again.
"You
seem to be growing up so fast. And since you can handle a dildo, I think you
can handle me. And I've wanted to do this for a long time, but always told
myself it as wrong."
'Why
would it be wrong? We love each other."
"Yes we
do, but we aren't suppose to love each other this way."
"Oh.
Like a Mommy and Daddy do."
"Precisely.
And your mother can never find out, or I'll be a dead bunny."
"Oh,
don't be so dramatic. I'm sure she'd understand."
"No she
wouldn't. She'd call me a pervert."
"No she
wouldn't. What if she were in your place, would you be mad?"
He
stopped and stared at me for a moment.
"Your
mother has no lesbian inclinations, so your question is pointless. Just promise
me you'll keep this quiet like all of the rest."
I
rolled my eyes.
"I
will."
"Good.
Well then, your bed or ours?"
I
looked at their big bed and realized that I had never slept in it, much less
anything else. They had always come to me.
"Oooooh!
Can we really do it on yours?"
He was
already getting undressed. I beat him to it and jumped up on their bed, rolled
onto my stomach, propped myself upon my elbows as I watched him finish. He had
a fine body, firm and strong in a way I was only now appreciating. I was most
curious though about him from the waist down, the only portion of him I hadn't
seen before.
I was
therefore mildly surprised by his thingie - yes I know what to call it - his
penis. It was soft and hung there in a limp manner that was in no way like the
dildo. I couldn't see how it could possibly work in the same fashion.
Yeah, I
found out.
He
climbed up on the bed with me, looking a little frightened I think. I didn't
think that I was frightening, but then, maybe it was the situation. I was cool
with it, knowing as I did that if his penis was no bigger than the dildo, I
could take it. As it was, I didn't see that soft thing going anywhere inside of
me anytime soon.
He
reached down and stroked it, bringing it to life. I have never seen anything of
the sort, and it was with rabid fascination that I eventually pushed his paws
anyway and took over. It was soft, but firm - and getting firmer by the second.
It was about the same size as Mommy's toy, and much more...realistic. The skin
was warm and soft to the touch, and I could feel his heartbeat if I held it
just right.
And boy
did he like me touching it!
I was
all ready to have him put it in, but he seemed content to have me play. I took
in a deep breath and remembered all of those times he had been there for me.
The least I could do is be there for him. I wondered if the same things that I
liked, like having a mouth over my private parts, would work for him. I licked
the tip, and when he groaned, I slipped my mouth over the first couple of inches
of it. I was almost expected a weird taste, but there wasn't a lot of taste at
all. I think he had showered just ahead of my getting home. It was nice of him,
but I was curious what a male was like. He had his own unique aroma to him, and
it was a bit of a turn on for me, just like I was a big girl making it with her
first boyfriend.
As I
sucked away on him, he reached down and grabbed my ears - gently at first - but
as time went on with more force. It was obvious he liked what I was doing, and
the longer I did it, the tighter his grip became. I tried to take in even more;
nearly choked, but recovered and went even faster. All at once he jerked
repeatedly, and accompanying it was a splash of something hot and salty in my
mouth, dribbling down my throat as he worked away at my face. I felt a little
like throwing up, but held my stance until he was done. I understood better
after that day what a gag reflex was.
He let
go and I came off sputtering and spitting. It wasn't that is was all that bad,
but it had taken me unawares. The rest I swallowed, even as we both fell back
on the bed; him in one direction and me in another. He was sucking in air, but when
he got his wind he moved over by me.
"Jeez
Honey, how did you learn to do that?"
"Do
what? I had no idea what I was doing. Did I do good?"
"You
did great! Better than your...better than someone your age should be able to do."
I felt
proud. I think he was going to say I was better than Mommy, which was saying
something I think. She would have had a lot more experience than I did in these
matters. He almost sounded sad though. I wasn't sure why. I wasn't going to ask
him either.
"You've
been so nice to me for so long, it seemed I owed you something."
"You
don't owe me anything. Everything that you do, you must feel right about
doing."
"Even
if you don't?"
"Yeah.
I should know better."
"Have I
ever complained?"
"No
honey bunny, you never have."
"And
I'm not about to start today."
He
pulled me close and nearly squeezed the stuffing out of me.
'You're
my special little girl."
"Yes I
am. So," I said impudently, "are we going to do what we were going to do, or
what?"
"You're
going to have to give me a few minutes at least. I don't recharge that fast."
I
giggled.
"You
mean like the bunny on the battery commercial?"
"Not just like that. My body needs
to get itself ready for another round."
I put
on my grumpy face.
"And
how long will that take? Mommy won't be away forever you know?"
He
looked apologetic.
"I
wasn't planning on getting a blowjob."
"Is
that what that was called?"
He
chuckled.
"It has a lot of different names.
Blowjob is the most common one."
"But I
didn't blow, I sucked."
He
laughed even harder.
"I didn't name it sweetie."
"Well,
it's a stupid name."
We both
laughed. But I got quietly serious. Mommy wouldn't be away forever, and I
wanted to fuck Daddy, and be fucked by him. If I could get him hard once, I
could do it again. So, I pounced on him and before he could say anything, I got
my mouth over his penis and went to work. He managed to blurt out a few words
before letting his vocal cords subside.
"Are
you sure you want to..."
It was
obvious I did.
I
sucked on him until I felt it begin to firm up. I had no intention of getting
him to the point we had before, leastwise not unless he was where he should be.
But if he needed help getting to that stage I was all for putting forth my best
effort. Five minutes later he was a stiff as he had been when he blew his stuff
into my throat.
I
pulled off and grinned.
"Are
you ready now?"
He
grabbed me, tossed me onto my back and pushed my feet; first up into the air
and then up to my shoulders. It was a good thing I was on the gymnastics team
or that might have hurt. I grabbed a hold of them as he got his body into
position. I could hard contain myself. This was it! This is what separated the
girls from the ladies.
He put
the head of it against my hole and pushed. It slipped in, stopped, and then
slid in some more. I could feel every tiny millimeter. This time I had no
control over the situation. This was all him. And he pushed ever harder until
he was pressed down against me. I could feel every bit of him now, and it was
wonderful. I opened my eyes for a moment (I wasn't even aware I had closed
them) and he had the most beautiful look on his face.
"God
baby, you are tight as fuck!"
There
was that word again. But it seemed appropriate for the time being.
"Am I?"
"Oh
yes. What I wouldn't give to have this every night of the week."
"Why can't you?"
He stopped and looked down at me.
"I'm going to say something and I
don't mean anything nasty by it. But ever since your mother gave birth to you,
things down there aren't quite like they used to be."
"I get it. A baby stretches it out,
just like a dildo does."
He leaned down and kissed me.
"Yes. But I still love her and we
still have sex."
"You don't sound all that happy."
He tried to smile, but failed.
"Over time things have faded
between us. She seems...happy enough without me."
I thought about all the time she
and I had spent together; time they should have been spending in each other's
arms. I felt a pang of regret.
"She still loves you. I love you
too. Do you love her?"
His answer was immediate
"Of course I do. I love both of
you!"
That answered that.
"Then it won't be a problem."
"You sound sure of yourself."
"I am. Now, before she gets home, I
think you need to show me how a penis is better than a dildo."
He did.
Imagine a dildo with one hundred
and thirty six pounds of weight behind it. Imagine it being pushed in until
there simply wasn't any more room for it, and then having it pulled nearly out
again before it traveled right back up to the tippy-top of your cunny. I came
three times before he blew again. By the time he did, the sweat was pouring off
of him in rivulets, and the comforter was damp under my butt.
I could feel his load barrel into
me, and it was only then that I even considered the idea that I could get
pregnant. I didn't, thankfully, but it was a consideration for later trysts.
He fell on top of me for a moment,
then got up and rolled to the side, hugging me in close.
"Honey, you were terrific!"
So was he.
"Daddy,
can we do it again?"
He
snorted and sat up.
"Right
now? I hardly think that I could do it a third time so soon."
I fixed
that problem like I had the time before. We had three, and barely enough time
to wash up, clean the bed and air out the room.
Mommy
never suspected a thing, not that it mattered. But I was worried. It seemed to
me that my needs had come in the way of their own, and that was distressing.
Each member of the family was hiding a secret from the other, and I was stuck
in the middle. I decided to end that.
I'm
going to go into their bedroom tonight, and I'm going to tell them both what
has been going on. I think they'll be upset at first, until they realize how
stupid they've been. Then they'll get over it. They have to, because I say so.
And
besides.
I've
been reading up on things. There are things I want to try.
For example a, ménage a trios
sounds quite intriguing.