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My father stood in the doorway to my room and through the bitter moonlight I could see he wasn't happy. His scowl had a way of sucking the air out of a room. We were all terrified of that scowl. I found myself wanting to do anything to make him not stand in my doorway with that look. My sisters rooms would be fine but mine, no way.
“Daddy?” I said .
He stepped into my room but the look didn't change. I felt tears sting my eyes. I was terrified! What had I done? What was he about to do to me? I froze under my covers and tried to keep my body from trembling.
He sat on the edge of my bed pulling my covers tight over me. His eyes were focused on the floor by my bed for a moment and then they moved up to me. He didn't look into my face but at my body. I watched his eyes. They moved over my breasts and down my stomach and to my legs. Slowly they moved back up my body to stop on my breasts again where his gaze lingered. All men lingered on my breasts. My breasts were large for a woman of almost 18 years and had started to blossom at the early age of 16. When my mother first saw the swell that I could no longer hide behind crossed arms or extra layers of clothing, she nearly wept. She told me that now my life would be twice as hard. She told me that now the only thing I would be destined for was a life of sex. At the time I didn't even know what she was talking about. But the looks from men quickly changed. Before I had gone unnoticed but after my breasts came in I found men stopping me to ask questions. They stopped me walking to shops. They stopped me walking home. They stopped me with calls, with questions, with offers. The attention came from all directions. It was intoxicating.
My father's attention came quickly thereafter. The first time was at the dinner table when I saw his gaze focused on my breasts for much of the dinner. My mother's anger was palatable. My older sister, before she was sent away to nunnery, frowned and looked a little sad. My father just watched my chest through the dinner. After that I found him looking at me when I walked by. I found him finding reasons to come into my room in the morning, after my chores, and always at night. He had never seen me naked and he had never asked to. I would never have suspected that he would want to see me naked except for the night my sister came into my room crying and her nightgown torn. I asked her what was wrong and between sobs she told me that father had tried to undress her. She said she resisted because it was the respectable thing to do. I asked how her gown had torn and she told me that she had torn it running from the room. She was terrified that father would come into the room looking for her. He never did. The next day everyone looked serious and soon after my sister left the house with the Nuns and never returned. If there was a lesson to be learned, I learned it.
So now as father's eyes peered through my sheet and mentally exposed my breasts. I wondered how long he would wait before trying to undress me. I wouldn't struggle. In fact I didn't share my sister or mother's view at all. My body had never been a curse. In fact I found that more good came from the attention than bad ever had.
“Tomorrow you need to move on to becoming a woman. You are old enough.” My father said and paused to let his words sink in. I trembled in fear. My entire body shook uncontrollably. I think father could see this and it brought the barest hint of a smile to his lips. He placed a hand on my stomach. My small stomach. So small that his hand could nearly wrap around my waist.
“It is up to you how I make my choice for my second daughter. Daughters are unfortunate for a man in my position. I'm forced to either send you to a convent where you'll be a bride of God and as a result a burden on the church or I must train you to become a lady in the hope that you may marry a Duke or Lord or at the very least a man of nobility.”
“Oh please father, please let me become a lady...”
“Quiet! The first thing a lady must learn is when to shut her mouth and listen!”
I lay quiet but felt his hand move up. His heat of his fingers were just under the swell of my breasts now. I could feel the sensation of them against the underside of the tender flesh. My thin nightgown and the sheet over me offered very little barrier between us.
“So...” My father said leaning closer and pressing his body over mine. “So I have two choices before me. One I send you to your Aunt and you become a servant in her house where you will learn the skills and manners of a lady or I send you off with the nuns. I gave your sister this same choice the night before she left and she made her choice.”
My father moved his hand back down my stomach and slowly he pressed down to my crotch before moving his hand to the side and trailing down my leg and then back up quickly to stop just under my breast but not without tucking the sheet firmly under so my breasts protruded without obstruction.
“The choice is easy my dearest little Katherine. The way you answer is simple. Are you a Nun?” He asked and withdrew his hand from my body. I gasped. “Or are you a Lady?” He asked and put his hand directly on my breast.
I didn't resist. I couldn't tell him this but he was not the first man to touch my breast or my body. His hand moved around the firm swell of white creamy flesh hidden under folds of sheet and gown. My nipple firmed and grew to life with his touch. Slowly he peeled back the cover from my body and exposed the night gown.
“Your mother will tell you that all Lady's are chaste and pure, saving themselves only for their husbands. That's how it is taught but not how it is. Our society sets up one set of rules but under those rules are the ways that true men do business. A smart woman knows how to use her...assets, to move ahead in the same way as a man uses his power and money. Your mother lost her ability to use these assets long ago and she poisoned your sister with a message of idealistic bullshit. So she made her choice, now it is your turn to make yours.”
He slowly moved my gown up to expose my naked private mound and I sat up to make it easier for him to pull my gown over my arms and off. I was eager to prove that I was not destined to be a Nun like my sister. He dropped the gown to the side of the bed and then he grabbed a handful of my breast and kneaded it eagerly.
“Your mother used to have breasts like these. God they are so firm, so big and so perky. Your breasts are better. Your breasts are perfect. I knew that they looked perfect from all the times you teased me with them around the house. Can I suck your nipple?” He asked.
The question took me by surprise. He had never asked anything of me before. He had always just given orders in that was he does with all people. Now, looking at my naked young body, he seemed weaker and less in control of what he might do. Hunger showed in his eyes and in his movements.
“Yes Daddy.” I said.
His warm mouth covered my nipple and he sucked deeply. He moaned and made noises of pleasure as he sucked. Then he nibbled and I felt my body heat up. He moved from nipple to nipple. He was impatient and it sounded like he whimpered slightly, like a small puppy.
“Oh God, so perfect. So perfect. I haven't had breasts this young and perfect in so many years. Oh God. Mmmm. Katherine. Oh please let me show you how excited you have me. Please let me show you.”
Was this why my sister ran? Was it not because of the force my father used but because of how servantile he had become? I found myself getting excited by what was happening but unsure how I thought of this new man before me. He wasn't my father really but he was.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“I mean you've made me so hard. I'm stirring with excitement and nearly about to burst from these trousers. The tip of my manhood is wet with excitement. You must see it Katherine, my little Katherine.”
I didn't say a word. I had heard of a man's penis from my friends who had moved out of home earlier than I and some had even explained to me what a man does with it but I had never actually seen one. Once when I allowed the Duke's son to caress my body through my dress he had pressed himself against me and I had felt a stiffness there. It felt a bit like a small sausage or a finger sized french baguette. I was thrilled to actually be seeing one in the flesh.
Daddy stood and opened his front to reveal a much larger, much thicker rod of thick firm flesh that he held and stroked in front of me. It didn't point straight up as my dearest lady friend had told me but out and at a big of a side slanted curve.
“See little Katherine. I'm hard. My manhood is thick and hard and dripping wet. Show me you are a Lady and take it in your tiny hand.”
I reached out and touched it and it was far softer than I expected with thick veins and a head a bit like a odd mushroom. I moved my hand around it and up and down it and my fingers trailed over the tip of it and around the protruding fleshy bit there. Father had been right, it was very wet at the tip. Very sticky wet and more was coming out as I moved my finger over it.
“Yes, that is it. Yes sweetheart. My little girl. Yes just keep doing that. Daddy loves how your finger feels rubbing the tip of his dick.”
I continued to do this rubbing and he continued to get wetter and wetter and the rod grew. It sprung to life in small jerks that sent it rising higher but never quite high enough to point to the heavens. The only thing I couldn't imagine is putting this thing inside me. Almost as if father had read my mind he said, “Lick it.”
“Lick it?” I asked.
“Yes. I need you to lick it and I need you to take it in your mouth and run your tongue all around it. I need you to move your tongue all over it as much as you can and move it in and out of your mouth. If you do this enough then it will get very wet. If that happens I need you to keep it in your mouth and I need you to swallow as much of the wetness as you can until it is all gone. Do that for me and tomorrow you'll be on your way to your Aunt's house with the promise of a future as the wife of man with money instead of rotting away behind a wall of chastity.”
So I licked it. I licked the thing all the way to the top. The sticky stuff at the tip didn't taste like anything. It was a little tiny bit salty but not much else. I licked it and then I took it in my mouth and ran my tongue over it. Daddy grabbed my long black hair and pulled me into it. I gagged quickly and nearly spit up all over him but he thought this was just funny. He did it again and again I gagged and more saliva and such poured from my mouth.
“Fuck yeah! You are a good little slut.” Daddy said.
He pumped it in and out of my mouth and I felt my own wetness dripping down my leg. The wetness clung to my thigh and I put my hand down there to wipe it up.
“Are you touching yourself? Is my little girl a masturbator too? Are you even a virgin at all? God, all this time I've thought you were such a little good girl and you have been in here masturbating. Were you thinking of Daddy all the times you were touching yourself?”
“Wha..? No...I...”
But he didn't wait and pushed me back on the bed and put his fingers on my little slit. My lips are thick and the flesh is extremely sensitive. I have masturbated but that wasn't what I was doing then, only trying to keep from making a huge wet spot on my bed. He pushed his fingers inside me and I moaned and lifted into them.
“My lord! You are tight. You are as tight as a virgin. Let me see if you taste like a virgin.” He said.
His mouth covered me and I have never felt such a sensation. It was like warm heaven. His tongue danced around my little tingle nubby and when he sucked on it...I almost lost it with anTo continue reading this story you must be a member. Join for FREE here.
“Daddy?” I said .
He stepped into my room but the look didn't change. I felt tears sting my eyes. I was terrified! What had I done? What was he about to do to me? I froze under my covers and tried to keep my body from trembling.
He sat on the edge of my bed pulling my covers tight over me. His eyes were focused on the floor by my bed for a moment and then they moved up to me. He didn't look into my face but at my body. I watched his eyes. They moved over my breasts and down my stomach and to my legs. Slowly they moved back up my body to stop on my breasts again where his gaze lingered. All men lingered on my breasts. My breasts were large for a woman of almost 18 years and had started to blossom at the early age of 16. When my mother first saw the swell that I could no longer hide behind crossed arms or extra layers of clothing, she nearly wept. She told me that now my life would be twice as hard. She told me that now the only thing I would be destined for was a life of sex. At the time I didn't even know what she was talking about. But the looks from men quickly changed. Before I had gone unnoticed but after my breasts came in I found men stopping me to ask questions. They stopped me walking to shops. They stopped me walking home. They stopped me with calls, with questions, with offers. The attention came from all directions. It was intoxicating.
My father's attention came quickly thereafter. The first time was at the dinner table when I saw his gaze focused on my breasts for much of the dinner. My mother's anger was palatable. My older sister, before she was sent away to nunnery, frowned and looked a little sad. My father just watched my chest through the dinner. After that I found him looking at me when I walked by. I found him finding reasons to come into my room in the morning, after my chores, and always at night. He had never seen me naked and he had never asked to. I would never have suspected that he would want to see me naked except for the night my sister came into my room crying and her nightgown torn. I asked her what was wrong and between sobs she told me that father had tried to undress her. She said she resisted because it was the respectable thing to do. I asked how her gown had torn and she told me that she had torn it running from the room. She was terrified that father would come into the room looking for her. He never did. The next day everyone looked serious and soon after my sister left the house with the Nuns and never returned. If there was a lesson to be learned, I learned it.
So now as father's eyes peered through my sheet and mentally exposed my breasts. I wondered how long he would wait before trying to undress me. I wouldn't struggle. In fact I didn't share my sister or mother's view at all. My body had never been a curse. In fact I found that more good came from the attention than bad ever had.
“Tomorrow you need to move on to becoming a woman. You are old enough.” My father said and paused to let his words sink in. I trembled in fear. My entire body shook uncontrollably. I think father could see this and it brought the barest hint of a smile to his lips. He placed a hand on my stomach. My small stomach. So small that his hand could nearly wrap around my waist.
“It is up to you how I make my choice for my second daughter. Daughters are unfortunate for a man in my position. I'm forced to either send you to a convent where you'll be a bride of God and as a result a burden on the church or I must train you to become a lady in the hope that you may marry a Duke or Lord or at the very least a man of nobility.”
“Oh please father, please let me become a lady...”
“Quiet! The first thing a lady must learn is when to shut her mouth and listen!”
I lay quiet but felt his hand move up. His heat of his fingers were just under the swell of my breasts now. I could feel the sensation of them against the underside of the tender flesh. My thin nightgown and the sheet over me offered very little barrier between us.
“So...” My father said leaning closer and pressing his body over mine. “So I have two choices before me. One I send you to your Aunt and you become a servant in her house where you will learn the skills and manners of a lady or I send you off with the nuns. I gave your sister this same choice the night before she left and she made her choice.”
My father moved his hand back down my stomach and slowly he pressed down to my crotch before moving his hand to the side and trailing down my leg and then back up quickly to stop just under my breast but not without tucking the sheet firmly under so my breasts protruded without obstruction.
“The choice is easy my dearest little Katherine. The way you answer is simple. Are you a Nun?” He asked and withdrew his hand from my body. I gasped. “Or are you a Lady?” He asked and put his hand directly on my breast.
I didn't resist. I couldn't tell him this but he was not the first man to touch my breast or my body. His hand moved around the firm swell of white creamy flesh hidden under folds of sheet and gown. My nipple firmed and grew to life with his touch. Slowly he peeled back the cover from my body and exposed the night gown.
“Your mother will tell you that all Lady's are chaste and pure, saving themselves only for their husbands. That's how it is taught but not how it is. Our society sets up one set of rules but under those rules are the ways that true men do business. A smart woman knows how to use her...assets, to move ahead in the same way as a man uses his power and money. Your mother lost her ability to use these assets long ago and she poisoned your sister with a message of idealistic bullshit. So she made her choice, now it is your turn to make yours.”
He slowly moved my gown up to expose my naked private mound and I sat up to make it easier for him to pull my gown over my arms and off. I was eager to prove that I was not destined to be a Nun like my sister. He dropped the gown to the side of the bed and then he grabbed a handful of my breast and kneaded it eagerly.
“Your mother used to have breasts like these. God they are so firm, so big and so perky. Your breasts are better. Your breasts are perfect. I knew that they looked perfect from all the times you teased me with them around the house. Can I suck your nipple?” He asked.
The question took me by surprise. He had never asked anything of me before. He had always just given orders in that was he does with all people. Now, looking at my naked young body, he seemed weaker and less in control of what he might do. Hunger showed in his eyes and in his movements.
“Yes Daddy.” I said.
His warm mouth covered my nipple and he sucked deeply. He moaned and made noises of pleasure as he sucked. Then he nibbled and I felt my body heat up. He moved from nipple to nipple. He was impatient and it sounded like he whimpered slightly, like a small puppy.
“Oh God, so perfect. So perfect. I haven't had breasts this young and perfect in so many years. Oh God. Mmmm. Katherine. Oh please let me show you how excited you have me. Please let me show you.”
Was this why my sister ran? Was it not because of the force my father used but because of how servantile he had become? I found myself getting excited by what was happening but unsure how I thought of this new man before me. He wasn't my father really but he was.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“I mean you've made me so hard. I'm stirring with excitement and nearly about to burst from these trousers. The tip of my manhood is wet with excitement. You must see it Katherine, my little Katherine.”
I didn't say a word. I had heard of a man's penis from my friends who had moved out of home earlier than I and some had even explained to me what a man does with it but I had never actually seen one. Once when I allowed the Duke's son to caress my body through my dress he had pressed himself against me and I had felt a stiffness there. It felt a bit like a small sausage or a finger sized french baguette. I was thrilled to actually be seeing one in the flesh.
Daddy stood and opened his front to reveal a much larger, much thicker rod of thick firm flesh that he held and stroked in front of me. It didn't point straight up as my dearest lady friend had told me but out and at a big of a side slanted curve.
“See little Katherine. I'm hard. My manhood is thick and hard and dripping wet. Show me you are a Lady and take it in your tiny hand.”
I reached out and touched it and it was far softer than I expected with thick veins and a head a bit like a odd mushroom. I moved my hand around it and up and down it and my fingers trailed over the tip of it and around the protruding fleshy bit there. Father had been right, it was very wet at the tip. Very sticky wet and more was coming out as I moved my finger over it.
“Yes, that is it. Yes sweetheart. My little girl. Yes just keep doing that. Daddy loves how your finger feels rubbing the tip of his dick.”
I continued to do this rubbing and he continued to get wetter and wetter and the rod grew. It sprung to life in small jerks that sent it rising higher but never quite high enough to point to the heavens. The only thing I couldn't imagine is putting this thing inside me. Almost as if father had read my mind he said, “Lick it.”
“Lick it?” I asked.
“Yes. I need you to lick it and I need you to take it in your mouth and run your tongue all around it. I need you to move your tongue all over it as much as you can and move it in and out of your mouth. If you do this enough then it will get very wet. If that happens I need you to keep it in your mouth and I need you to swallow as much of the wetness as you can until it is all gone. Do that for me and tomorrow you'll be on your way to your Aunt's house with the promise of a future as the wife of man with money instead of rotting away behind a wall of chastity.”
So I licked it. I licked the thing all the way to the top. The sticky stuff at the tip didn't taste like anything. It was a little tiny bit salty but not much else. I licked it and then I took it in my mouth and ran my tongue over it. Daddy grabbed my long black hair and pulled me into it. I gagged quickly and nearly spit up all over him but he thought this was just funny. He did it again and again I gagged and more saliva and such poured from my mouth.
“Fuck yeah! You are a good little slut.” Daddy said.
He pumped it in and out of my mouth and I felt my own wetness dripping down my leg. The wetness clung to my thigh and I put my hand down there to wipe it up.
“Are you touching yourself? Is my little girl a masturbator too? Are you even a virgin at all? God, all this time I've thought you were such a little good girl and you have been in here masturbating. Were you thinking of Daddy all the times you were touching yourself?”
“Wha..? No...I...”
But he didn't wait and pushed me back on the bed and put his fingers on my little slit. My lips are thick and the flesh is extremely sensitive. I have masturbated but that wasn't what I was doing then, only trying to keep from making a huge wet spot on my bed. He pushed his fingers inside me and I moaned and lifted into them.
“My lord! You are tight. You are as tight as a virgin. Let me see if you taste like a virgin.” He said.
His mouth covered me and I have never felt such a sensation. It was like warm heaven. His tongue danced around my little tingle nubby and when he sucked on it...I almost lost it with anTo continue reading this story you must be a member. Join for FREE here.
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