Missy: Day One

“Daddy?”

“Yes baby girl?”

“Are you going to fuck me?”

Daddy’s fork stopped halfway to his mouth at the kitchen table, surprised etched across his face.

Let me start at the beginning…

My name is Missy and I grew up in a loving home in a big city. My mother was fit and active, going to the gym regularly each week and enjoyed being a housewife. My Daddy worked hard for a living as a lawyer and also kept himself in great shape. His body ripped with muscle and a clear six pack. Everyone always said Mommy was a lucky lady. Daddy always corrected them and said he was the lucky one with a stunner for a wife. Mommy had long legs, a little waist and big boobs that were always bouncing a little when she walked. I can’t wait for mine to come in. At 17 my body was still more girl than woman and I was growing impatient.

As sexuality became celebrated in the world sex in general became more widely accepted and common place. Soon what was once taboo behind closed doors, was publicly available for all to see – and take part in. Sex in public, group sex, incest, gang bangs and even beastiality became widely accepted and even encouraged. Mommy and Daddy made sure I was raised in a house filled with sexuality, ready to embrace a sexually charged world.

I was exposed to sex at an early age. I can remember the first time I saw Daddy fucking Mommy. She was bent over the washing machine, her pants around her ankles as Daddy fucked her from behind. She caught me peeking in through the doorway and calmly explained that her and Daddy would be a few minutes but that dinner would be on the table at six. After that it became more and more common for them to have sex in front of me.

Movie night with us all snuggled on the couch would end up with Mommy sucking on Daddy’s cock or him fingering her pussy under the covers. Every night I would go to sleep hearing them and in the morning I’d wake up to them fucking in the shower or in the kitchen during breakfast. Daddy could go for what seemed like hours.

At some point I started to get turned on when I watched them. My little nipples would get hard and what Daddy called my cunny would tingle. Soon I was rubbing it to make it feel better when I watched them.

One day after school I came home upset, refusing to talk to Mommy on the ride home. One of the boys had made fun of me and my outfit, saying it wasn’t slutty enough. I ran to my room crying and Mommy came into my room to see what was wrong. She sat next to me and rubbed my back as I sobbed on her shoulder and shared all the mean things that the bully said. Once I got it all out she leaned back, calmly unbuttoned her shirt and took out one of her bare breasts.

“What are you doing Mommy?” I asked her, looking at her nipple as she played with it a little.

“I’m going to help you feel better, just like I did when you cried when you were little.” She leaned over me and placed her hand on the back of my head, guiding me to her breast. “Here baby girl, suck on my titty for a little bit, you’ll calm down.”

Instinctively my mouth opened and latched on to her nipple, suckling. I was almost immediately comforted by the soothing action. Her nipple was hard in my mouth and although there was no milk, it was sweet tasting. It made sense why Daddy was always sucking on Mommy’s tits, as she called them, during sex. Thinking about them fucking made my cunny start to tingle again and I squeezed my legs together to try and relieve the tension.

Mommy saw this and said gently “Go ahead and rub your cunny baby girl, you’ll feel so much better.” With her encouragement I slipped my hand down my shorts and under my panties, finding my little bud and rubbing my fingers over it. I sighed happily and continued nursing on her tit. As I rubbed I got wetter and started moving my hips around, squirming against her.

“That’s a good girl, keep rubbing your clit baby. That’s it, suck on Mommy’s teat and rub your little cunny.” My cunny started to pulse and really tingle. It had never felt that strong before and then suddenly my whole body seemed to burst with pleasure. I gasped and arched my back, my legs shaking as I kept rubbing.

“Oh yes baby, cum! Oh my little girl is cumming! Good girl! Keep rubbing honey, don’t stop playing with your clit until you can’t take it anymore. Yes that’s it, keep cumming baby!” She held me until eventually my clit was too sensitive for me to touch it anymore. She stroked my hair and explained to me in a calming voice what an orgasm and cum was and how proud of me she was.

“Now honey I want you to play with your pussy at least once a day ok?” I nodded in agreement as she continued, “But it’s very important that you don’t put anything in your pussy hole ok? That’s for Daddy to do.” I nodded again, wanting to be a good girl.

From that day on after school I’d come home and nurse on Mommy until I came. Some days while I nursed she told me about her day but on others Mommy would tell me about Daddy’s cock. She would tell me about how thick and fat it was and how when you measured it it was just over nine inches long. Sometimes she would talk about how much cum Daddy could shoot and how she loved it. I always came the hardest when she talked about Daddy’s cock and cum.

When Daddy heard I was cumming for the first time he rubbed his big cock through his pants and told Mommy 18 was going to be a long ways away. Mommy agreed and said something about how that was her family tradition so he needed to be patient. That night Daddy fucked Mommy so hard she could barely walk the next day. Mommy came down to the kitchen later than usual the next morning. I had already made myself a bowl of cereal, since I was a big girl, and sat down to eat. Mommy stumbled to the coffee pot, legs wobbling a little. When she reached up to get a coffee mug her robe rode up and I could see that she had cum leaking out of her pussy. Daddy joined us at the kitchen table, slapping Mommy’s ass as he walked by. He dug into his breakfast, clearly hungry from the night of fucking.

“Daddy?”

“Yes baby girl?”

“Are you going to fuck me?”

Mommy and Daddy looked at each other before he replied.

“Yes honey, I am, it’s a daughter’s job to be a little slut for her Daddy. I need to fuck a lot and you’re going to help Mommy with that. But that won’t happen until you’re a little older. When you turn 18 I’ll pop your cherry.”

“But Daddy I just turned 17, that’s a long time away! What if I don’t want you to wait that long?”

“Missy mind your father! It’s tradition in this family that we include children in sex at 18 and no sooner young lady.” Mommy said sternly. I huffed and sulked as I finished my cereal. One whole year was going to be a long time to wait.