0 comments/ 108094 views/ 33 favorites The First Time He Did It By: AlysPayne I was eighteen the first time he did it. I didn't know him very well. He divorced my mom for a younger woman when I was two and since then we only saw each other once a year at most, at my grandparents' house. That night we were staying at my grandparents' place, like we often did at Christmas. I would come up on Christmas day after spending the eve with my mom and step dad. My father, my step-mom and their little boy would already be there. They'd all wait for me to arrive before we opened gifts. My father always gave me something that made it very clear to me that he didn't know me at all. After Christmas dinner and lots of drinks most everyone would usually go to bed and I would stay up late watching TV in the living room on the couch where I had to sleep since the guest rooms were taken up by my father and his family. That Christmas I was surprised when after about an hour of having the living room to myself my father joined me on the couch. I was already in my PJs when he cracked open a beer and sat down next to me. He patted my thigh. "How's it going kid?" He always called me kid. I had just turned eighteen the month before, which I wasn't sure he even realized, so I pointed out to him that I was no longer a kid, but a woman now. "So you think that's what makes you a woman?" He smirked at me as he patted and sort of rubbed my leg again. "What do you mean?" I felt angry and confused by his question. "That there is what makes you a woman." He eyed my crotch, nodded towards it and winked at me. I froze, still very confused, but I tried to play it cool. "I still don't understand what you are trying to say." "You want to be a woman? Well, I'm just saying it's not your age that makes you a woman. It's a man that makes you a woman. Has a man made my little girl a woman yet?" Before I realized what he was doing he reached over and rested his hand on my crotch. "No!" I blushed and pushed his hand away. It was true I was still a virgin and actually had only kissed one boy at a spin the bottle party in seventh grade. I was way too concerned about doing well in school and trying to get into a good college to give much thought to such things. Boys were just one more unnecessary distraction. "Boys are stupid," was all I could manage in response. "I'm not talking about a boy." He gulped down the rest of his beer and set the empty can on the coffee table for someone else to clean up. As he stood, he leaned over me, supporting his weight with one hand on the back of the couch. He got real close and peered into my face. "It takes a man to make you a woman." His breath smelled like beer and cigarettes. Then he did it again. He slipped his hand back between my legs and rubbed me there through my thin cotton PJs for at least a full minute. I never wore panties under my PJs, and the loose fabric provided almost no barrier between his long fingers as they probed me there. I sat stunned looking into his icy blue eyes and did nothing to try to stop him. He pulled his hand away and pressed it to his face as he sniffed his finger tips. "Very nice." He headed out of the living room and back towards his bedroom. "Good night kid." Once it was clear to me he wasn't coming back, I turned out the lights and climbed under the blanket on the couch. I couldn't help but slip my hand into my PJs. I was strangely wet down there. I explored myself for a while and fell asleep. The next day we all had breakfast together and I tried not to look my father in the eyes, but he kicked me under the table and smiled. I thought maybe he had been so drunk the night before he might not remember, but he seemed to. I couldn't help but smile back. After breakfast, Grandma made us all get dressed up to go to the cemetery. She wanted us visit her first son's grave every year. He died in the Vietnam War and was my father's older brother and only sibling. My mom said Grandma had my father to make up for losing her first born, but he never did live up to her expectations. I always liked my grandmother well enough, but my mom blamed her for my father being a drunk and therefore the divorce. My grandpa didn't join us on the trip to the cemetery. He never did. So I rode with my grandma and my father drove his family in Grandpa's car. At the cemetery we wandered among the mausoleums. Nobody, but Grandma ever remembered where the family tomb was exactly, so we all followed her. My step-mom and half-brother walked ahead with Grandma, while I walked a few paces behind. I liked to look at all the family tombs and see what the different epitaphs said. A lot of them said kind of cool things, when it wasn't something typical about Jesus and lambs or eternal sleep. Besides I didn't really like to see my grandmother cry, which she always did at her son's grave. My dad had stayed back by the cars saying something about needing to make a quick phone call. I suspected he didn't want to see her cry either. I was surprised to see him, standing between two tombs as I ambled past. "Come here." He whispered at me. I paused, looked to see if anyone was watching and when I confirmed that they weren't, I stepped into the space with him. "What?" Even though I did what he said, I still gave him some attitude. "Come on." He grabbed my hand and pulled me further back between the two tall mausoleums and then behind one, where we couldn't be seen from the path. Then he pressed me against the black granite and kissed me on the mouth. I acted as if I might try to push him away, but when he used his hip bones to pin me against the wall I didn't bother. I liked the way his mouth felt against mine. The taste of a freshly smoked cigarette was sweet on his tongue as he pushed it into my open mouth. His kiss was much better than the one I got in seventh grade. I felt liquid as he began to reach up under my top and squeeze my tender breasts. Against my belly I became increasingly aware of something hard growing inside his pants. He was grinding it into me almost painfully, as he bit and sucked at my mouth and pinched my nipples painfully. "You want to be a woman?" He hissed into my ear, as his hands slipped under my skirt and started rubbing me through my already damp tights. "Yes, please." I barely whispered those words. "You want me to make you a woman?" He slid a hand inside the top of my tights and began to stroke me there. "Yes." My mind felt useless and it seemed as if someone else was speaking for me. He poked a finger through the fabric of my tights and began to tear. I felt a cool breeze fall across my damp open thighs. "You want Daddy to make you a woman?" He lifted one of my legs over his shoulder. "Yes, Daddy, please." I heard the jangle of his belt buckle and then his zipper coming down. Something smooth and hot pressed its head against my damp opening. "Tell Daddy how much you want it." He stroked my hair and looked into my eyes. I was just about to beg for it, when we heard his wife calling and then my little step-brother yelling dada over and over again. They weren't too far away. "Shit, baby. We gotta get out of here." He disappeared quickly between the tombs. I smoothed down my skirt and shirt, there was nothing I could do about the torn tights, but at least they weren't visible. I let my step-mother pass and then slipped out onto the path behind them. When I caught up to everyone at the car, my father was seated in the front seat. My grandmother asked if I wanted to go with her and my step-mom to the mall. I told her I wasn't feeling well and she agreed that I looked a little flushed like I might have a fever. She told my father to take me and my brother home. She thought we might both need a nap. During the ride my brother fell asleep in his car seat in the back and my father took the opportunity to silently put his hand on my knee. He slowly gathered the fabric of my skirt up with his fingers until he could put his hand between my thighs. He rubbed me there and it was the best thing I had ever felt. As we drove up to the grandparents' driveway he hit the garage door opener and we pulled into the dimly light garage. He turned the car off, but didn't take his hand away. "Here, I want you to feel what you do to me." With his free hand he grabbed mine and put it on the bulge in his pants. "Unzip my pants baby." He unbuttoned his slacks and then held them at the top, so I could pull down his zipper. "Now reach inside my boxers and pull it out." I was strangely frightened and excited as I slipped my hand into the slit in his boxers. I tried to wrap my hand around it, but the girth of it surprised me. He helped me wrangle it and soon it was poking up and out of his boxers. I started to stoke it a little bit with my hand, but it seemed very awkward. "No baby, I want you to put it in your mouth." "What?" I was a little shocked at his request. "Come on, you want to make Daddy happy don't you? You don't have to do it for very long. It won't take me long at all I can promise you that." I wasn't sure what he meant, but I did want to please him. "What about?" I nodded towards the sleeping toddler in the backseat. "He's not waking up. Come on, no more excuses." He shook his cock at me. "Get on your hands and knees and get over here." I crawled over to him. "That's right baby." He pushed my skirt up in the back and slid his hand inside my torn pantyhose. With one hand he started rubbing my pussy from behind and with the other he held his cock up to my lips as I lowered my face into his lap. I opened my mouth as wide as I could, but it was still hard to fit even the tip of it inside my mouth. "Wrap a hand around the base and pump up as you suck." He put his hand on the back of my head and started guiding me up and down. I choked a little, but recovered. I tired stoking the shaft with my whole hand up and down, while I sucked at the head. He groaned and told me I was doing good. He was starting to push harder on my head, making me take more and more of him all the way into the back of my throat. Then he started jamming his fingers in and out of my pussy at the same rate. It hurt my pussy and my throat, but I didn't complain. He was telling me how good my mouth felt and to keep doing what I was doing. His fingers twisted in my hair as he forced himself deeper into my throat and I started to taste a little of something salty. Then suddenly my mouth was filling with gobs of it. I could hardly swallow fast enough. He groaned loudly and sucked air through his teeth as he continued to pump load after load down my throat. As I wiped my face, he stroked my cheek and told me what a good girl I was, but that I still wasn't a woman. I didn't know what to feel, but I was glad to see I had pleased him. I headed inside to find my grandpa napping in his easy chair in front of the TV. I lied down on the couch and fell asleep too. We both woke up when we heard my brother's post nap screeching as my father brought him into the house. During dinner my father took his shoe off and ran his toes up my legs a few times and kept pretending like maybe there was some food on my cheek. He'd point to his cheek or wipe it with a napkin. By the way he smiled at me when he did it I could tell he thought he was being funny, but I didn't get it. My family talked about how my father and his family would be leaving the next day to drive north to visit my step-mom's family for New Years. I felt strangely disappointed that they weren't going to stay longer. Suddenly, waiting another whole year to see my father sounded like way too long. That night I stayed up even later than usual, waiting on the couch and hoping he would come see me again. When he didn't come for several hours, I finally gave up, turned out the lights and went to bed. I had barely fallen asleep when I felt someone take a seat next to me on the couch. It was him. He pulled the blankets off of me, leaned over me and kissed my mouth. I was eager for him. I spread my legs when he slipped a hand inside my pajamas. I wanted him to touch that place again. I reached down to stroke his hardness through his pants, but he pulled my hand away. "Not here. Come on." He stood up and put his hand out. He pulled me up off the couch and silently led the way to the guest bathroom. It was off the game room and way on the other side of the house from the bedrooms. He pulled me inside the bathroom and locked the door. He didn't turn the light on, so it took my eyes a minute to adjust to the dim night light. He kissed me and ran his hands all over my body. "Take everything off." He whispered. I quickly slipped off my pajama pants and pulled my top off over my head. He put a bath towel down on the floor and told me to lie down. I felt so exposed lying naked on the floor. He kneeled down between my thighs and began to rub my pussy with his finger tips. He kissed and pinched my breasts. And then he pushed my legs open wide. He bowed his head between them. I gasped when I felt my father's warm mouth kissing me down there. He began to lick and suck me into his mouth. It felt so utterly delicious I couldn't help but moan quietly. Then I felt the strangest feeling, almost like a cramping sensation that made me squeeze my eyes shut and whimper as it expanded outward from my groin, into my belly. I was so tempted to scream, that I covered my mouth as the sensation overtook me. Before I could recover, I felt something cold, wet and slippery squirting onto my little pussy. He leaned over me, hovering between my legs. He pressed his hot hardness against my slick slit and began to push. As it began to enter me, it felt so big I didn't think it could possibly fit inside and tried to say so, but he shushed me and kept pressing it into me. He covered my mouth when I started to cry and told me to stay quite or else my grandparents would find out what a dirty little whore I had been. I stayed quite after that even though it hurt real bad. He managed to push it all the way in and then he started pumping in and out of me. He would pull it all the way out and then shove it back in real hard and fast, that part hurt a lot. He started thrusting real deep and fast. Suddenly, I felt him grow even bigger inside of me, as his body stiffened above me. He hissed through his teeth and the veins in his neck bulged. Then I felt something warm and wet filling my insides. He made me clean him off in my mouth, like a good girl he said. I couldn't help but wonder if I could be a good girl and a woman at the same time.