David Hawthorne - My Daughter, My Desire, Part One

“Let's test you right now. If you can pass the test, you will be my wife.”

Her eyes widened. “What is it, Daddy? What do I have to do?”

“Turn off the TV.”

She took the channel changers and pressed the power off button.

“Take your shirt off,” I said, commanded.

“I don't have anything on underneath, Master Daddy.” Her voice trembled and she lifted her tight shirt slowly over her head and tossed to the side. My daughter soon to e wife stood naked before me. I stare at her pussy: shaved clean, super-tight lips that I assumed was virginal but, to my shock, had known a cock when she was just a little girl of ten.

I took her in my arms. “Close your eyes, baby,” I whispered in her ear. Her eyes shut, I leaned down and give her a gentle sensuous kiss right above her pussy. Her skin quivered when my lips make contact.

I said: “I promise to always take care of you, love you and provide for you. You are my most precious gift,” saying this with my fingers under her chin.

Her voice was below a whisper. “Tell me what to do, Daddy, I will do anything you command.”

“Get down on your knees.”

She did.

“Open your mouth.”

She did.

I was naked and stood tall and hard and my daughter knelt before me, her mouth open. I grabbed my cock in my right hand and pressed it against my stomach so my ballsack hung in perfect view. My left hand was on top of Megan's head, gently wrapping my fingers into her thick blond hair. I made her head lean back as I step in close.

“Open wider, that's it… yes.”

I lift my ballsack and then gently placed both of my testicles inside her warm, wet mouth. She could only fit one of my heavy, hairy nuts in her mouth.

“Open wide, Megan.”

I had to push and maneuver my other nut until it finally popped into her mouth.

“Baby, this is what they call 'tea-bagging,' not like the political party-though some say so-but the act of making love to a man's testicles.”

Her young face revealed some struggle, trying hard to engulf my entire ballsack into the loving confines of her oral orifice. I had her suck and lick my nuts for about ten minutes, sometimes delicately pressing my crotch into he face. I let go of my cock and it fell and slapped on her forehead, and I let it rest above her nose.

“Open your eyes, Megan.”

Her eyes couldn't hide her emotions. She knew my balls were in her mouth, but she had never even seen my balls before and I had no idea, if in her prior experience, if she had seen, this close, any other man's nuts; if not, and she probably never imagined she would be holding a pair of balls in her warm cheeks. I could see a small amount of confusion and wonder in her blue eyes. Her breathing increased and she began whimpering like a whipped dog. I don't think she realized that the vibrations from her whimpers made me excited and harder.

I held the back of her head, “I love you, baby.” As I said those words I slapped my thick heavy cock on her forehead and cheeks.

“I'm going to take my balls out of your mouth now, honey.”

I lift my body, they pop out of her stretched mouth and jaws. Her lips were shiny wet with drool and a string of saliva connected us. I lowered my sack again, this time slowly causing my balls ton rub all over her cheeks, nose, forehead, and her eyes. She was crying a little. I was almost certain a man or boy had never done exactly this before, so that her face was smeared with the smell and taste of cock and balls.

I stepped back and hold out my hand and I lifted her into a standing position.

We now stood naked in front of each other for the first time.

She said: “I'm trying not to cry, Daddy, I just can't hold back my love for you.”

She kissed my neck and reached down and cupped my entire sack with a soft gentleness of her small hands.

“So nice, Daddy.”

“You passed the test, baby. I am yours forever. I will be your master, husband, and I never want you to stop calling me Daddy. I want you to tell me you love me, and then tell me you want this as much as I do.”

And she did:

“I love you soooooo much, Daddy! I want you to be my Master and Daddy and husband! I want this so much, Daddy!!” Her eyes looked deep into mine as she stated her love for me and I believed her. “I am yours, Daddy. Anything you want, I promise to do it.” She rested her head on my chest. I gave her firm butt a lustful squeeze.

A perfect chemistry was electrified as our lips met, connected by a love only a father and daughter could imagine.

Meagan told me what happened when she was ten. It was the father of this friend of hers, her friend Traci. I remembered Traci, a dark-haired girl with pale skin who dressed a little too revealing for a girl her age, and who emitted an aura of sexuality that a ten-year-old had no business possessing. At least that is what memory told me, and memory is always a subjective liar. Sure, I probably gave Traci the eye, looking at her small body and short skirts, but I was also looking at Meagan-or beginning to, and I was shocked and ashamed at my secret desire, and I denied it, buried it, and ignored it.

Not so with Traci's father. Traci father had been fucking her since she was eight and Traci had no issues with it; the girl loved sex.

"She was a total slut, Daddy,” Meagan said. “She gave all kinds of guys blowjobs, from junior high, high school, and grown men. She said she often gave blowjobs to this fifty year old guy who lived across the street. She kept telling me I needed to try it so one day I decided to.”

"What?” I said. “With who?”

"Her father.”

"And you did?”

"Oh yes, Daddy. Are you mad at me now?”

"Keep on talking.” I think this was turning me on.

"Her daddy was all for it, Daddy. Her daddy taught me how to suck dick. It took a few weeks and a lot of teaching sessions, with Traci also telling me what to do, but eventually I think I got pretty good at sucking dick. You like how I suck yours, right, Daddy?”

"Oh yes.”

"Traci's daddy taught me. And how to suck and lick balls, and lick ass cracks, and eat cum.”

"I'm not sure I want to hear anymore.”

"No?”

"Well, yes.”

"I couldn't keep on sucking Traci's dad off, I needed my own lover, so her daddy introduced me to a friend of his, and I started to suck on him.”

"Who was he? How old was he?”

"His name was Eddie and he was thirty-five.”

I shuddered. “I never knew him?”

"No.”

"Good.”

"He was a nice man, Daddy.”

"I bet.”

"He's the one who took my virginity, Daddy.”

"I see.”

"He was very kind and gentle.”

"And you were ten?”

"I was almost eleven.”

"Did it hurt?”

"It did, but he was slow and gentle, and after a few times it started to feel good and I liked it. I started to fuck other guys-mostly guys my age or a few years older, not older men like Eddie. I know what you're thinking, Daddy: you're wondering why I didn't suck and fuck you four, five years ago.”

"I am.”

"I didn't know how.”

"You were learning!”

"I mean I didn't know how to approach you about it. I was afraid you'd be mad, or shocked, or you would think something was wrong with me.”

I groaned. “Oh, Meagan, how I wish you would have!”

"All I could think was maybe if I dressed sexy, if I showed off my body, you would take control and do something. I've been trying this ever since, and now we're here.”

Now it all made sense, and it hadn't been my imagination; she had been trying to seduce me, not torment me. She was aware of it.

"Let's get back to Eddie. Are you still?seeing him?”