Date: Wed, 31 Aug 2016 00:23:27 +0300 From: John Smith Subject: Father and His Daughter - part 4 Father and his daughter - part 4 As always I would like to receive feedback. Nifty offers us the opportunity to share our kinky stories, so I suggest you donate. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html The following weekend Karen spent with her mother Mary. She used the opportunity to ask her mother the same questions she had posed to John and Roy concerning their first sexual experience. "I am sure in your time the first sex was so romantic.", Karen said. "In my time? Karen, listen to me, I will tell you something very important about romance. I also grew up with ideas of romance like that of a prince on a white horse who would come rescue me. When I had my first real date I was nervous for two weeks preparing myself. Then I spent a fortune on having my hair done and my nails polished. I sat for the mirror for two hours to put on makeup. I put on my newest dress and shoes. Finally my boyfriend arrived in his car, we went for dinner. We saw a movie and when it was late he brought me to his car in the parking garage. There he had me bend over the hood of his car, lifted my new dress over my head, pulled down my panties and without saying a word fucked me hard and deep. He brought me home, I felt his cum dripping from my pussy along my legs, it was so much it reached my shoes ..." "But that was awfully rude of him.." "No dear, that was the best feeling of my life. Don't believe this Hollywood nonsense of romance being candle light, violin music and walking hand in hand in the moonlight. In my experience real romance has the sound of a creaky bed or the feeling of your head banging the wall when you get fucked hard and long. When you come home and discover cum in your hair then you can say you had a romantic evening. Not being able to sit for two days because you were fucked the way you liked it, that is romance for me. The problem is that most women discover this when it is too late." "Mom, I can't believe you talk like that! I never thought you were so .." "Such a slut?" "No, I mean so straight to the point." "There comes a time in life you realize how much time you wasted and how much sex you could have had and should have had. Do you want to hear about my first time seeing boys cum?" "Sure, I would like to." Karen said. "Well I was about twelve at that time and went to a new school. Granny bought me the new school uniform. It had this black skirt and long black stockings. When I first wore it, the stockings made me really horny, but I was a child and did not know what that feeling between my legs meant. I got this very white blouse. I did not wear a bra yet but my nipples were already very sensitive so when they touched the cool blouse they were standing all the time. I also got this green sweater that I did not like. I went to school very proud with my new uniform. But going home I took off my sweater because it was so hot. The way to my school crossed the way many boys went to another school. One day I went home and some boys of about 13 years old chased me. I ran into an alley but it was a dead end alley. About eight or ten of the boys chased me to the end. From fear my nipples were pressing to my blouse. I should have worn my sweater, I thought. "Look, she has already titties", some boy said and they all came closer to see. I sat on the ground, afraid but not crying. I just looked at them. One of them opened his pants and took his willy out and started pulling. Then they all took their willies out and began masturbating. I was curious and afraid at the same time and looked at all their cocks. Some were already quite big. The first boy squirted on my uniform skirt. I did not expect this and drew my leg up, exposing my black stockings and my panties. Now the second boy shot his load on my blouse. I was amazed how they could shoot that far. I wanted to clean my blouse and felt this sticky cum. I thought it was glue. Then I got an idea: if they have their pants open they can't run, so I ran. But they were faster and stopped me again. This time I turned my chest to a wall so as to protect my new blouse. One of the boys lifted my skirt. He held my skirt up while the other boys came very close and squirted on my behind one after the other. Then they left. I ran home. I did not cry, but my mother had to clean my uniform. " "And you were not afraid of boys since that time?" "O, no, not at all. After all they did not want to hurt me. Actually I became quite popular with the boys a year later during summer camp. At night boys and girls were separated of course. I slept in a tent with five girls. At that age girls start talking about their boobs, sex and boys. At some point one of the girls called Nora proposed to train kissing. In order to be prepared for the boys, she said. From one thing came the other and at the end we were all sleeping as couples. Nora was with me. She liked to feel me between my legs and at some stage we were kissing each other there. Somehow one of the girls in the tent saw us doing that and talked about us in the camp. We denied everything of course, but the boys seemed to like the story and were crazy about me." The following morning when Karen was at the university, her cell phone buzzed. She saw that it was her dad's number. He knew that she would be in class now so he was not likely to call her if it was not really important. When she answered she heard a woman's voice saying: "Wait a moment. You can talk now. I will hold the phone for you." She heard her father. "Karen, I had an accident with the car. I am not badly hurt but I am in the hospital." "What happened dad, are you okay?" Karen asked afraid. "I had my arms probably broken, both of them. This really sucks, but I am happy to be alive. Some idiot jumped in front of the car. I missed him but hit a tree." "Are you in pain?" "Not at the moment, they gave me some strong stuff. But they told me that I will be here for a few weeks probably." Karen left the university and drove to the hospital. She found her father asleep. Both his underarms were in plaster. When he woke up he was glad to see her. "This is really shit, do you believe this! Both my arms in plaster. I can't do anything." It soon became clear that John would be in the hospital for several weeks, not able to use his arms. He had to remain there to be checked every few days. Nurses would have to wash and feed him. His room was a double room, but the other bed was usually empty. From now on Karen would visit him almost every evening after her studies. Also Roy would come frequently. One evening Karen entered the hospital room and saw Roy sitting next to the bed, talking to John. "Hi dad, how are you? Hi, Roy." "Good to see you honey", John said. After some family talk, John said: "Karen, I would like to ask you a favor" "Okay, whatever you want" "Well, I will come straight to the point. The problem is that for several weeks I did not cum and I am slowly getting out of my mind if I can't get this pressure released. Since I can't move my hands, someone has to help me. Roy would do it, if only we could be sure that no one enters the rooms while he is giving me a handjob or blowjob, whatever he decides. I wonder if you could stand outside and keep guard of the door so no nurse will come in." "Of course, dad. You poor man deserve some relieve. Take your time, I will wait outside." And so she did. Karen stood outside, reading a magazine pretending to be waiting. Everything went as planned. After some time Roy opened the door and Karen got back in. "Thanks dear. I needed that." John said. Every few days Roy and Karen would cooperate to have John relieved this way. One evening when she visited Roy was not there. It appeared that he could not visit John for several days. "How are you, dad?", she asked. "Fine, but I miss my handjob terribly. I got so used to it that after five days without Roy I have a permanent erection." Karen looked at the sheets. Indeed there was something hard under them pointing upwards. She looked at her father's face. It was clear that he was suffering, his arms in plaster still tied to some ropes. She slowly lifted the sheets and got to see his cock. It stood hard, and moved up and down every time John contracted his muscles, as if fucking the air. She put her hand around his cock. This was the first time she touched her father there. Her first thought was that he had a very heavy penis. He felt very warm. She covered her arm with the sheet. If anybody would enter the room it would be hard to see what she was doing. John felt the hand of his daughter. It was a very delicate hand, much smaller than he was used to feel. She could not completely close her hand around his cock. Karen slowly began moving up and down. She liked the feeling of holding her dad's penis. She moved her hand to his balls, they were rather heavy. While slowing rolling them with her fingers, she thought: "Here I come from, from these balls of my dad." She spat on her hand to have some lubricant and continued stroking his penis, all the while looking her father in the eyes. "Karen, you are driving me crazy!" John said. He was lifting his abdomen as in a fucking movement, anxious to reach an orgasm. "It feels good, but I can't cum that way." Karen lifted the sheets and looked at his cock; he was even harder and looked larger than before. She leaned over the bed and without hesitating put her mouth over his cock. She began giving her dad a blowjob like she had never given to her boyfriend. She felt her pussy becoming wet while standing bent over the bed. John had an incredible feeling. Not only he got this blowjob, but it was his daughter giving it to him voluntarily. He saw her delicate lips around his cock, her beautiful hair on his belly. He realized how much he loved her and what a special relation they had. Karen was moving up and down on his cock while using her tongue. Soon he would cum. He felt the heat of the semen as it was coming up and ejaculated. Karen did not release his penis but swallowed most of it the semen. At that moment the door was opened by an elderly nurse. "Oops, sorry" she said and closed the door. Karen looked up to her father. There was cum on her lips and chin. "Busted", John said. "but I don't care. Never had such a terrific blowjob, dear. I love you." "I love you too daddy, don't worry." After a few minutes Karen left her dad. In the corridor she met the nurse who said: "You are a good daughter to your dad, dear, but you had rather clean your face."