Part 1. A girl rediscovers her father.

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Part 1. A girl rediscovers her father.I had my first bleeding before my eleventh birthday, my mother was in attendance, as she gave me her words of wisdom, ‘Dont let your Father smell your cunt, or something else will flow from you’She knew of his lustful perversions, once the joy of aristocracy, in keeping blood lines pure, but outlawed for common people, a law that lay in tatters at the front doors of men who craved daughters, men who watched our cunts develop into puberty, the point at which they had to enter us and savor our incredibly delights, their young daughters cunts were warm breathing condoms, clinging to their fathers cock, as it opened us, our inner vaginal sheaths, molding to their shapes, as they humped their loads into our flat submissive bellies.My mother sensed my potential as she wiped the last of my virginal blood from my crotch, ‘You will seek much pleasure down here’, her finger entering me, a feeling of pain and pleasure, she pressed down on my pubic bone as her long finger pressed against the back of it, from the inside, moving in tight circles, ‘Here’ she indicated, but I found it hard to focus on her words, my orgasm was past my point of no return, buca escort she rose and left me mid-stream, as my immature form convulsed on the bed, ‘Get used to it daughter, many men will leave you in limbo, they can be inconsiderate lovers’, and she closed the door as my own fingers tried hard to finish the job she enticed with her own fingers.Shortly after that my father left home, my mothers debauchery knowing no bounds as a constant stream of men, made no secret of their loud and incessant fucking, there were many mornings I awoke with the bitter aftertaste of strangers semen in my mouth, being occasionally facialized, primarily of my beautiful c***dlike looks, saw me driven, like my father, from the family home, and found me where I am now, lying in bed listening to my fathers machinations, almost three years from my first bleeding, our beds sharing a common wall, a thin plasterboard boundary carrying every sound we both made, tonight it was he, exciting me, hence my wetness, I may be his daughter, but that accursed law outside on the other side of his front door, I turned in the darkness and pressed my naked form against the cool wall, had it not been there, escort buca my leg would have slipped across his and his cock would now posses my cunt.I came as he did, our family moans a chorus to the Gods that bless daughters whose birthright is borne for the pleasuring of their fathers, and in the morning, we met at the breakfast table, each pretending what the other did, never really happened.In the few months I had been there, I had blossomed as my body developed, my breasts, though small, were of sufficient shape and desirably, twin peaks adorned with cup-caked areola, typical for girls my age, hence my reluctance to wear a brassiere, especially in the house, I let them sway in a fluid motion, enticing men to reach for them and tease the nipples to harden, daddy had noted this and remarked as to their teasing, I responded brazenly one morning by removing my shirt, I breakfasted that morning, inviting daddy to touch them, offering each nipple in turn into his mouth, my hand clasped behind his head as a mother suckling her c***d, I yearned for this man to take me, but he happily chewed on my nipples, before rising and walking into the toilet, showering and leaving for buca escort bayan work.After he had left I used the bathroom and espied my knickers on the floor beside my laundry basket, I stooped and picked them up, they felt damp, I opened them and my fingers oozed with my fathers semen, he had creamed them along the thin cotton gusset, which I pressed to my nose, drinking his odors, the point of my pink tongue sifting and tracing my saliva softening his hardening semen, into a fluid once again, allowing me to savor him, I held my soiled panties between my teeth and masturbated on the cool tiled floor, I added taste to my experience, indeed, my mothers words from the day, ‘You will seek much pleasure down here’, she was right, as my orgasm echoed through the building, it was going 08:30 and I a girl of 15, had masturbated three times since midnight, and yet I craved more.That night father had an interesting proposition for me, ‘How would you like to pose for men, who are discrete and prefer younger women?’I listened and felt the proposition excite me, slowly at first then burst forth in a girlish babble, as I pleaded to know more, and more importantly, would he be there, to this he nodded he would, and I quieted down, thinking and imagining how these men would react to my nudity, I sensed the group were specifically interested in girls of my age, and I was determined not to disappoint.

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