She couldn't remember the last time she had seen her father naked -- and his thing was standing up hugely at an angle, and she had never even *imagined* anything like *that* before.She couldn't remember the last time she had seen her father naked -- and his thing was standing up hugely at an angle, and she had never even *imagined* anything like *that* before. He took her hand in his and wrapped her fingers around his thing, his penis -- she remembered the word now -- and showed her how to slide her hand up and down. So she did it. Her Daddy swallowed hard and then pressed her firmly back down on the bed. As she fell slowly backward, she instinctively clutched at what she was holding, and he made a gasping sound. Then he was yanking her cotton panties off and sliding his fingers over her crotch. She had already discovered that activity, too, and it was her turn to gasp involuntarily at the tiny electric shocks his fingers produced. And then he was pushing her knees wide apart and his body was looming over her, and she was suddenly frightened. His huge penis was battering at her crevice -- and she understood instantly what he meant to do. It wasn't like the stylized cutaway drawings in her 7th Grade Health textbook, either. Looking back later, she guessed she had not had a hymen, or had lost it learning to masturbate, since there was no blood -- but, GOD, it hurt! He didn't bother with lubrication, maybe thought she didn't need it, but she did. K-Y jelly and a slower pace might have helped, but the invasion of her little virgin vagina by his man-sized cock would have been painful under *any* conditions. She sobbed in terror, but Daddy told her to hush, so she did, and bit her lip and clenched her fists instead. Her legs were folded back so her knees were against her ribs, and her calves stuck out over his braced arms at odd angles. Each time he thrust forward, his cock rammed against her cervix, and that hurt even more. After a few moments, he speeded up his driving motion, and then he pushed extra hard and froze, trembling, and she felt a sudden wetness inside herself. Daddy hung suspended there, supported on his rigid arms, filling the space above her slender body, staring into her eyes. She stared back, almost hypnotized, and said nothing. He pulled out of her and sat heavily on the side of her bed. He nodded in the direction of the bathroom, across the hall. |