Claire Adrian - Incest, A Way Of Life

"'Hot chocolate!' Yetch! He must have thought I was pretty stupid! Here I had wanted to suck on a plain peter and get the natural flavor, but instead I was getting a chocolate-covered lollipop! Oh sure, I knew why! Not knowing that I had sucked peters before and afraid that I might not like the taste this first time I went down on him, daddy had decided to ‘break me in' by disguising the natural flavor. I had no choice. I had to go along with his icky idea, or else tell him that I was already familiar with the taste of cock and come. And I could hardly do that, not unless I wanted to destroy my Miss Goodie-Two-Shoes act and blow my act of innocence right out the window!

"A chocolate-covered cock-yuuch! Oh well, damn it! I figured might as well begin and get it over with and, after daddy said, 'Just let the head slip into your mouth,' I took the base of his prick in one hand and felt of his nuts with the other. Leaning over, I permitted the chocolate-covered head of daddy's prick to slip into my mouth. The sensation was odd to say the least… not so much from the feeling of the soft-head-flesh in my mouth, but from the taste of the chocolate-plus the knowledge that the chocolate was oh daddy's peter! And I never got ga-ga over the stupid taste of chocolate. I prefer strawberry.

"I sucked as hard as I could, at the same time following daddy's instructions to work my tongue around the head as I sucked-'Just move it along,' he said. Dad had his comsie in a few minutes-and it was certainly more than a spoonful! More like a cupful! And you guessed it! As his come started to spurt into my mouth, he grabbed my head and tried to fuck my throat, but I clamped down hard with my teeth, and that was that. Nor did I swallow his goo, which was mixed with chocolate. Imagine that if you can-chocolate-flavored come.

"'Ohhhhh, t-that was good,' daddy said. 'But aren't you going to swallow it?'

"I got up, went over to the sink, and spit out his come. Then I rinsed out my mouth with water. Daddy sat watching me, somewhat crestfallen, and after I finished gargling, I said, 'I didn't like the taste of the chocolate.' I hoped he would take the hint and ask me to suck it ‘bare* the next time. I knew there would be a next time. Mom and Bob would be gone another six days.

"That ended our activities that first night, daddy not attempting to give me any more 'sex instruction.' Speaking for myself, it was a letdown for me. I had wanted daddy to fuck me, but he hadn't, and now that he had gotten me to suck him, his passion had ebbed for that day. Well, I told myself, there would be another day-like tomorrow!

"As we were leaving the kitchen, daddy said, 'One time your mother had me pour maple syrup over the head before she sucked it. We'll have to do it that way sometime.'

"I did not comment, my mind occupied with the tomorrow…

"The next day I wore a very short pair of shorts and a skimpy halter, positive that my near nudity would excite daddy. I could tell that it did; yet he said nothing, did nothing. Frustrated, I could do nothing but prance around with the hots torturing me. By ten o'clock that night I had given up.

"Came time for bed, and daddy and I both undressed at the same time. No sooner had I put on my nightgown than daddy knocked softly at the door. Opening the door, I didn't give him a chance to carry on any excuse as to why he should 'instruct' me about what ‘husbands' and 'wives' did to each other. I was thrilled that his conscience hadn't gotten the best of him, happy that this deep fear of mine hadn't become reality.

"'Do you want to tell me some more interesting things about marriage, daddy?' I asked, very innocently. ‘I enjoy it when you show me what husbands and wives do.'

"'You do?' Daddy, dressed only in his shorts, looked surprised, then very pleased. Tm glad you do, Diane, because… tonight I'm going to instruct you about sexual intercourse. Would you like that?' He unbuttoned his shorts and let them drop to the floor. I noticed that he had a little round box in his hand- gold-colored.

"'Oh yes, daddy, I can hardly wait,' I said, taking off my nightgown. I pretended I didn't know what the box was and asked him what he had in his hand.

"'Uh-a box of rubbers,' he replied, a tinge of embarrassment crawling across his face. 'We can't take a chance of letting any of my semen get into your vagina,' He laughed oddly and began sliding a rubber over his stiff cock. 'And, Diane, I'm only doing this, giving you this sex instruction, to protect you from boys. If a girl has some experience she'll be wise to all their nasty little tricks.'

"It was hard for me to keep from laughing, but I pretended wide-eyed innocence. 'I know, daddy. You love me and want to protect me. I understand.'

"I was sitting, naked, on the side of the bed, and when he got close to me, I reached out and felt of his rubber-covered peter. 'Oh, Daddy, it's so hardddd! Do you think you can get that big thing into my little pussy?'

"'We don't have to worry about that,' daddy said. 'But I'm not going to fu-going to have intercourse with you. That wouldn't be proper. You must save your virginity for your future husband. I'm only going to show you the positions the man takes in intercourse. There are all sorts of positions, but the man on top of the woman is the most common. And remember, Diane. I'm only showing you this so that you'll be protected from nasty boys. That's my only reason. Here is what I want you to do…'

"Hoping daddy wouldn't notice the disappointment in my eyes, I played the role of the obedient little girl anxious to please her father. Still, my mind was racing for a solution. I was determined to get daddy to fuck me-and tonight!

"As you may have guessed, I let dad take the initiative and complied willingly with his every request. He told me to get on the bed and lie on my back, and I quickly did so. Daddy placed a pillow under my behind and told me to open my legs as far as possible, saying that would give him plenty of room. Daddy said he would teach me the proper way to fuck-only he said the best way to enjoy a man's sex organ,' He also repeated that he was only doing this to protect me from 'nasty' boys. I suppose he kept saying that to overcome his guilt of our intimacies.

"Daddy crawled on the bed and got between my legs. 'Spread your legs a little more, Diane. Ahhh… that's good. Now I'll be able to touch your little honey pot with the head of my penis…'

" ‘D-Do you like it?' he asked, his eyes bright, his voice excited. He began moving his peter back and forth, very slightly, across my cunt lips, looking down at my pussy all the while. Very slowly, then, he pushed in a portion of his peter, just enough to excite me, but quickly pulled it out, moving his hips backward with great speed and giving me that crap about how a girl must 'guard' her virginity for her husband. Yech! He did this for several long minutes, pushing in the head, then pulling it out; he then paused and told me to look at the tip of his peter, holding it up for me to see. 'Remember,' he said in a low voice, there has to be some slack at the end to catch the semen. If the rubber's pulled tightly over the head, it might break while the man is fucking the woman-I mean, while he's having intercourse with her.'

"Daddy crawled over me again. Once more he requested me to spread my legs far enough for him to gain easy access to my pussy. He pushed in the big dome of his cock and began twisting it around in me, doing it very slowly.

"'You let me know immediately if you feel any pain,' he said nervously. ‘I don't want to hurt you. You -you don't feel any pain, do you, dear?'

"I smiled. 'Your peter feels fine, daddys but why don't you push it in all the way and fuck me. I think I could take a big prick like yours.'

"He looked strangely at me and frowned. Wo,' he said, ‘having sexual intercourse with me would not be proper'-and again he gave me that baloney about virginity and a future husband. 'And honey, don't say "fuck,"' he advised. 'You should always say "sexual intercourse/* Doesn't it feel good the way Fm doing it to you? The way I'm twisting the head in your little honey pot?'