Stephen Jones: Sex With Daddy

As the two girls argued, with Sally wondering how Eileen would ever be good with her husband if she was a virgin, I remained apart still staring at the books. Actually, I didn't pay too much attention to what they were saying because I knew I had to change my napkin. I told Eileen my problem and she showed me the bathroom. I went in, unwrapped my package of tampons and, with only a casual look at the directions, attempted to put one inside me.

Since I really didn't know that much about my own anatomy even then, I didn't realize how difficult a hymen could be, and I just couldn't get the tampon in until I forced it. It hurt, but not badly. I think that I might have ruptured my maidenhead slightly, but not all the way.

Finally, when it was done, I came out to Eileen's room to hear her say, "Is that so? Well, smarty, I'll just show you something. I've got another book that shows everything anybody needs to know!" With that, she walked over to the closet, rummaged around inside for a moment and came back with a small book which was showed to both of us. It looked like a serious book but was full of pictures of a man and a woman in all sorts of positions showing sexual intercourse.

We all looked at the pictures together, and Sally had to admit that, even if a girl was a virgin, she could learn a lot just from looking at the pictures. I didn't say anything. I just stared at the pictures and let one etch itself in my mind. In it, the man was lying on his back and the woman was sitting on top of him, straddling him. I realized that, in such a position, the woman could control the depth of penetration entirely.

After we had all looked at the book, Eileen put it away because her mother would be home pretty soon. Sally and I left.

On the walk home, before we parted, she confessed to me that she was very sexually excited and wished she was not so shy because she was really dying to have sex with some boy.

"Sometimes I just don't know what to do about it. I mean, I hear about how great it is and then I just sort of get all antsy when a boy even wants to kiss me. It's terrible."

I felt like telling her about Daddy and me, but I knew better. Instead, I asked her what she did when she felt like that.

"Oh," she said, "you know."

"No, what?"

"You know," she said again. "I… well… I play with it…"

We walked on in silence for a while before, with a streak of boldness I never knew she had, Sally began to confess her masturbation practices to me. I was so interested in what she was saying that I walked along with her, not realizing that I hadn't taken the turn to my apartment house. But it was still not that late, so I followed her to her house where she continued her confession while I listened avidly.

In her room, she showed me her "thing." It was the end of a broom handle that she said she would put inside herself, working it back and forth until she felt really good.

I must have been the world's best listener, because she even sat down on her bed, slipped out of her panties and said she would show me how. She spread her legs apart and played with the moist pink folds of her vagina with her fingers, brushing her clitoris gently. Then lying on her back with her knees up, she took the broom handle and slowly let it slip all the way inside her! It was only about a foot long, but half of it sunk into her all the way. She was looking at me all the time she was doing it to herself, breathing very heavily and telling me how good it felt.

Then, after several moments of pushing and pulling on the piece of wood, she said, "Now, I'm going to come off and that's the best part. I can feel it about to… oh, yes… it's so good… "

She gave a little gasp and tried to push the handle into herself even farther. Suddenly she seemed to collapse as she let her legs drop and, still with the handle in her, lay on the bed breathing very heavily, a dreamy smile kind of playing across her lips.

After she had recovered, she asked me if I wanted to try it myself. But I told her I couldn't since I was menstruating. Besides that, I was afraid it would break my hymen and hurt a lot.

"Silly, it doesn't hurt when you break it. Oh, maybe it hurts a little, I guess, but all the rest is so good, you hardly notice it. You sure you don't want to try?"

I shook my head and told her I'd better get home. She seemed really disappointed because she wanted to share her masturbation with someone who was a friend, someone to be trusted.

As I started to leave, she slipped into her panties again and just as I got to the door of her room, she asked hesitantly, "You won't tell anyone, will you? I mean, about this and all?"

"No," I said. "I won't tell. You should know that!"

She saw me to the door and I started home just as her mother and father drove up and parked in the driveway. I waved to them as if nothing had happened and headed for the apartment. But my thoughts were far from being as casual as my actions and I knew I had been through a rather unique day. I still had visions of the pictures in the books before me.

Watching Sally with her slim rounded legs bent and her tiny but firm breasts pressing against her bodice as she masturbated herself with part of a broom handle had been very exciting for me, too. I couldn't get the thought out of my mind and I knew I wanted to see her do it again. But I had been terribly embarrassed about my period and thought that my flow might have been offensive to her.

Now I wandered home with thoughts on my mind that I couldn't even express to Daddy, my most trusted friend and confidant.

That night, we ate dinner quietly, as if nothing was wrong and I even reached over the table a couple of times to hold his hand and feel his gentle fingers squeeze mine. As we were clearing the dishes, he asked me if I wanted to go to a movie that night and I said yes. We looked through the evening paper and decided on a show we liked at a nearby drive-in and decided to go there after the dishes were done.

We arrived just before showtime and made ourselves comfortable. As the cartoons started, I slid over on the seat, put my head against Daddy's shoulder and the palm of my hands on his right thigh.

Actually, I was just thinking of being close to him – nothing more. But closeness itself can be a drug. As the show continued, the sky got really dark and the feeling of tight isolation in the car became more apparent, and the closeness itself changed into an overwhelming desire to touch and be touched. The pictures I had seen that afternoon and Sally's masturbation had really stimulated me.

Still with my head on Daddy's shoulder, I let my hand move slightly over his thigh. At first, I just caressed his thigh as I watched the movie. Then, feeling bolder and knowing now that he wouldn't stop me, I let my fingers move to his lap and gently slide half way between his legs so that I could feel his penis under them.

I was not surprised that it was already hard. Ever so gently, I increased the pressure of my fingers on it giving it a lover's squeeze.

"Don't, kitten," he whispered.

"Why, Daddy?"

"Not here, kitten. People will see us."

"They can't see into the car. It's already very dark outside," I said as my fingers began to inch up the length of his fly until I found the top of the zipper of his pants.

He mumbled something else, but I did not hear it and his protestations were not strong. Very slowly, I inched the zipper of Daddy's fly down and reached inside until my fingertips touched the hard, silken length of his penis. Then, still very slowly, I inched my fingers around it and drew it forth so that it was standing up in his lap like a small puppet for me to play with.

I was fascinated by the look of it and the hardness of it. With my head still on Daddy's shoulder, I touched it slightly as I watched my hand moving. Then, allowing my fingers to encircle it and my hand to squeeze the loose skin slightly and pull it all the way down, I held it there for a moment, then inched my hand up, stopping again as Daddy let out a sigh.