****** My Pleasure with Joanne by Draw33 ******
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My Pleasure with Joanne


What I'm about to tell you happened almost ten years ago, when I was in my
early thirties. It involves my elder daughter who, at the time was nine years
old. I am talking about my own child, and not someone else's, and this was to
be the start of a relationship that has gone on throughout these years.

I always considered myself to be a pretty down to earth kind of guy, and never
devious by nature or deed. I used to be appalled whenever I heard of adults,
interfering with, touching or abusing children. Never in my wildest dream would
I have believed that I could ever become engaged in such actions, let alone
doing it with my own children, and not regretting it either.

It's hard to start, because although the first time it happened is easy to
remember and pinpoint, the initial thoughts on my part are not so easy to
establish. Let's say that for some time I had viewed my daughter with some
interest, but never intended that it should go beyond just getting the odd
sneaky glimpse of her legs or panties. The thought of her smooth young legs
excited me, and when making love with my wife, I frequently fantasized about my
daughter Joanne's sweetness. The thought of her smooth skin, and the desire to
touch it, was enough to make my cock stand on end, no matter how tired I was.
I'm sure all men think about sexy things and doing it with girls or women other
than our wives, when making love to our spouses. I could go into this in depth,
but I won't, because it is not the story I wish to tell.

Children too have sexual thoughts and feelings; you only have to think back to
our own childhood to understand this. Joanne was no different in this respect,
but I'm also sure that her early sexual fantasies and desires did not include
me. I know because Joanne and I have had long talks about it. If you ask her,
she will tell you that her first thoughts go back to when she first started
school, and learned what happened when a man and woman made a baby. Obviously,
she did not masturbate in those early years. Not because she didn't want to,
but because she knew nothing about it.

I'm getting away from the point of my story. Right from when Joanne was a
little girl, she had a friend, and her friend's name was Julie. Julie and
Joanne grew up together, so it's natural that they shared many things including
their childish fantasies about boyfriends. It was this sharing of fantasies
that led to the position that enabled me to do what I have done with them.

As I recall, it was a warm Sunday afternoon. My wife had gone to see her father
who was not too well, and she had taken our two youngest children with her, and
leaving Joanne with me. Julie had come to play, and the pair of them had played
around outside for a while, before heading indoors to get out of the sun. I was
working in the garden, weeding and generally keeping things tidy. After the
children had gone inside, I moved around the side of the house out of the sun,
to tidy the flower garden which was right under Joanne's window. Joanne and
Julie did not know I was there; otherwise things would have turned out
different.

Joanne's bedroom window was open, and I heard them talking about boys' and sex.
It was obvious that neither of them knew much, but they obviously wanted to
find out. I laughed inwardly at some of the things they said, until I heard
Julie tell Joanne that her father had put his hand up under her dress and felt
her between her legs. I couldn't believe what I was hearing from a nine-year-
old.

Joanne wanted to know what it had felt like, and Julie told her that it felt in
her words, "Real cool."

I listened to hear if she and her father had done anything else, but they
hadn't. Then Julie started talking about her tits, and how she thought they
were growing. She wanted Joanne to look at them and to say if they were. I got
behind a shrub that half covered the window, and peeking through the branches
and leaves, I peeked in.

I saw Julie pull her blouse and vest up, exposing her almost flat chest, and
Joanne looked at her, and under Julie's prompting, touched her (Julie's)
nipples. After doing that, Joanne wanted to know all about what her father had
done to her, and I saw Julie push her hand up between my daughter's legs, and
they both chuckled. All this had brought my cock into a full erection.

I felt that I must stop them before they did things that they shouldn't, at
least that was how I justified my actions to myself.

I went inside and told Julie that I had things for Joanne to do, and that it
was time she went home. Joanne was disappointed, but I insisted and Julie went.

After she had gone, I told Joanne what I had overheard and seen them doing. She
went into shock, and was unable to say anything for several minutes. I don't
know what I was thinking of, but I slipped my hand under the hem of my
daughter's skirt, and run my hand up between her smooth young legs, feeling the
slightly dampishness of her skin as I got closer to her panties.

She was startled by my actions, and jerked back a little at the touch of my
hand as it traveled into her most intimate parts.

Trying to think of something to say, that would justify my action, I said, "Is
this how Julie's father did it to her?"

Joanne said nothing, nor did she try to disconnect my hand from where it
pressed against the crotch of her panties. A big teardrop trickled down her
cheek, and into the corner of her mouth. Without thinking, or at least that's
what I tell myself, I began to gently rub my hand against her. Very quickly I
felt her heat against my hand increasing, and the dampness started to seep
through her pants. Tears were still trickling down her cheeks amid soft sobs
that shook her young body.

"It's all right," I said, trying to be soft and comforting, and I put my other
arm around her hips. "I would never hurt you Honey. You know that, don't you?"

I said. Joanne nodded, but continued to weep softly. It only took gentle
pressure from me, to get her to spread her legs wider, giving me greater access
to her young private area of her body. By now I was hooked. Even though I never
acknowledged it, there was no doubt that I was going to fuck my young daughter,
and never at any stage did I think about, or worry about the consequences.

"You love your daddy don't you Honey?" I crooned softly, and she again nodded
as more tears trickled down her cheeks. "And you do want to make me feel good
and be pleased with you. Don't you?" and again she gave just the briefest of
nods.

Carefully I slipped my other hand under her skirt, and using both hands,
slipped her panties down off her hips, and down her thighs as far as her knees.
Lifting her skirt, I was able to look at as well as to feel her beautiful wet
hairless slit. She staggered a little, and had to grab hold of me to stop from
falling over.

"It's beautiful Honey," I said with feeling. "Please don't cry Honey. I just
want you to know how nice it feels." I traced my fingers up and down the length
of her slit, and soon her tears and sobs began to subside.

It was still about an hour before I expected my wife (Her mother) to come home.
I checked this, so what I did was obviously done with full knowledge. Holding
her skirt up with one hand, I unbuttoned the front of her blouse, and slipped
it from her. She again showed signs of fear, so I quickly discarded my shirt
and singlet, before continuing to undress her. I had no difficulty in slipping
her vest from her, and I got my first real look at her little budding titties.
They jutted out like two little mountain peeks from her flat chest. I was on my
knees, with her standing beside me, and her nipple was just about in line with
my mouth. I opened my mouth, and licked her nipple with the tip of my tongue a
couple of times, before suckling it into my mouth. She was no longer crying,
but little sobs still shook her young frame, but they were quickly subsiding.

I turned her so she was facing me, and I did the same to her other tittie. The
effects of this were so emotional to her that I had to hold her up, or she
would have fallen. Her breathing was now getting quite short and heavy. She
offered no resistance when I undid her skirt and slipped it from her, then I
lowered her onto her back on the carpeted floor, where I completely removed her
little pink panties. My little nine-year-old daughter now lay on her back
before me, completely naked. Quickly I discarded my pants, and as I pushed my
underpants down off my hips, Joanne's eyes moved down over my growing
nakedness, and came to rest on my stiff exposed cock, that she already knew was
going to go up inside her.

I parted her legs wide, making her bend her knees outward for me. My daughter's
wet hairless cunt was right there for me. I bent over and kissed her wee
bellybutton, and her hands moved onto my head, in a half effort to protect
herself. Using my tongue, I traced a path down over her young tummy to her
wide-open thighs. Down her thigh and up again, before doing the same to her
other leg.

Now for her hot spot. I moved my face in between her thighs, as she half-
heartedly tried to push me away. My mouth reached her sweet little cunt, and I
kissed it, and sank my tongue into it, tasting her sweet little virgin hole.
When I next looked up at her over her smooth naked belly, she had her eyes
closed, and her mouth was open as she gasped for air, and her young hips and
pelvis were moving and rotating under me.

Suddenly she gasped and began trying to push my head away as she moaned and
cried out, "Nooo daddy. Noooooo." She was experiencing her first orgasm, and it
pleased me greatly.

After she had taken as much as I could give her, I moved to get her into
position for fucking her. I brought her legs up so that her heals were against
my chest, then pushing them forward so her knees were against her chest, I
reached down and brought my cock against her tight wee virgin cunt. I moved the
head of my cock up and down along the wet length of my daughter's slit, before
gently easing it forward against her opening. She winced as my pressure
increased, and with a sudden rush, her wee cunt gave up its resistance, and the
whole head of my cock slipped inside her. She was tight, wet and very, very
hot.

I wanted to take my time, but my desires and needs were too great. Further and
further I slipped into her until I met the resistance I expected. Her hymen was
intact, and I was about to deflower my nine-year-old daughter. I eased back a
little, before getting her to take a deep breath and as she held it to my
instructions, I drove in, carrying her virginity before the irresistible thrust
of my cock. In that one hard push, my cock went all the way into her glorious
young belly, and I could feel the eye of my cock against the opening to her wee
womb. Tears were again in her eyes, but not for long. With wonderful long
strokes, I started fucking her, and looked down and was able to see my cock as
it moved like a piston, in and out of my daughter's cunt. All the time Joanne
lay quite passive feeling my big cock as it moved deep within her. It didn't
take long before my cum started to rise from my balls. I went into the wildest
and most exciting cum session I had ever had. Great globs of steaming hot spunk
shot out of my cock, deep into my young daughter's beautiful young belly,
filling her, and my spunk mingled and mixed with the blood of her ruptured
hymen.

We lay naked together for some time then I helped her to clean up after the joy
of our complete pleasures. This was just the first of many times that I fucked
my daughter. I'll tell you more about it another time, and also what happened,
and what it was like when I fucked Julie, Joanne's friend.


If you liked my story, you could e-mail me: draw33@hotmail.com

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