Tags: gM, Loli, non-con
"Don't fret," he murmured softly into my ear. The heat of his breath mingling with the cool air sent shivers down my spine as I lay there anticipating the inevitable pain that awaited me. My father's body loomed over mine, pressing gently against my frame in a both comforting and unsettling manner. His scent was a curious mix of fresh mint and some other indescribable yet alluring aroma that stirred memories from days gone by. It reminded her of those tranquil evenings after dinner when her father would nurse an iced tumbler, lost in thought.

Now is the time.

For a brief second, my gaze drifted downward to the exposed skin we shared. My nipples stood at attention atop the slowly forming hills of my breasts, their erectness betraying the latent desire that coursed through me. Further down, I could see the imposing silhouette of my father's engorged manhood dangling between his legs. Its size and girth seemed almost intimidating as it brushed ever so slightly against the delicate folds of my pussy. A torrent of emotions - excitement, fear, and an insatiable longing - surged through me as if a door had flung open to reveal a secret world hidden deep within me.

His touch was a tease; he left behind a streak of precum on the lips of my pussy, warming against the cool night air. It sent shivers down my spine as I relished in this newfound intimacy with my father, both tantalizing and forbidden in its nature.



I held my breath, poised on the precipice of what was to come. My body braced for impact, my lungs locked in a desperate attempt to contain the torrent of emotions swelling within me. A gnawing ache settled low in my stomach and radiated outward, tightening my chest with each passing moment. As I lifted my gaze to meet his, our eyes clashed, binding us in an unspoken understanding.

Daddy's gentle smile was both reassuring and unnerving as it mirrored the tender expression he bestowed upon me every morning. A fleeting glimmer of disbelief flickered across his features, as if he were still processing the reality of my presence in his bed. The moment our eyes met, a shiver coursed through me – a mixture of trepidation and longing. But then his touch sent shockwaves through me once again; this time, his member nudged against my delicate petals, coaxing them apart before slipping between their tender folds.

A sudden constriction seized my pussy as it clamped down instinctively in response to the invasion I felt. Fear gripped me, causing every muscle to tense up like a coiled spring, anticipating what was to come. The sensation of being spread wide open, vulnerable and exposed, intensified as he increased his pressure. At first, it was merely a sharp sting, but it rapidly escalated into an inferno of pain. Yet still, he didn't waver in his pursuit of entry.


I wanted this, but I couldn't convince my body to accept this. The more he pressed into me, the more I clenched, the entrance to my unexplored depths denying him entrance even as he pressed harder. A pained whimper escaped my lips, and I felt my dad relax. The pressure of his cock wedged into the folds of my pussy lessened. Don’t stop! I almost screamed.

As he tried to work himself into me, my thoughts drifted to earlier today. The anticipation of this moment had built for me all day. From the moment I slid the smooth, yellow cotton panties over my hips that morning, I felt a throbbing ache between my thighs. Before I finished slipping the straps of the matching training bra on, I felt the fabric between my thighs damp with my own wetness.

I was the center of attention in the white floral dress my mother had picked out for me. She tied a yellow ribbon into my hair and said Daddy would appreciate that it matched my underclothing.

I wanted to please Daddy. Dozens of families showed up to my party, each bringing gifts and praise, telling me about how pretty I have become, or how child-bearing my hips have developed. I felt the gaze of most of the men lingering on my hips or my underdeveloped breasts. I still hadn’t developed into even an A-cup, wearing only soft training bras.


“I'm sorry, baby. Just a little more.” Before I could speak, he start his cock delving into me again. He seemed to cross something in his mind as he was much less gentle. I felt him grab his cock with one hand, pressing it much harder. I felt like my insides were about to rip when the head slipped past the entrance with a slick shift.

Suddenly, the stretching pain was replaced by a much more comfortable pinch and a tingle of pleasure that seemed to radiate from the deepest parts of my pussy. I felt his dick, impossibly large and pulsating inside of me, pushing deeper, massaging the velvety folds of my insides. The sudden fullness and pleasure brought me fully into the moment again.

After each inch he pushed inside of me, he would withdraw gently, leaving me feeling empty. The emptiness was fleeting, as just as quickly he would press back inside, deeper and harder. I was making small, involuntary gasps and moans as he built up speed and rhythm.

“Yes, yes, harder,” it slipped from my lips before I knew it. I was being fucked. By my father. On the first night of my twelfth birthday. I had been preparing for this for a long time, but now that it was here, the experience was far different from my expectations. I thought sex was going to be gross and painful.

It was a little over a year ago when breeding night was first described to me. We were all sitting under the bleachers when Edith Cooper and Karen Standing were holding court, talking about it. I tried to act like I knew what was going on.

“You can’t say no, it doesn’t matter.” Karen had said. “You met my dad. He’s like four hundred pounds and smells. I still had to let him be my first.” I remembered her dad. He was always nice and sweet to the rest of them. His wife was always really mean to him, the few times I’ve seen them together. I thought Karen sounded like she was bragging more than complaining, but didn’t say anything.

“What do you mean, ‘your first’?” This came from Kimmy Granger, a short red-head in the same year as me. I shook my head because I knew they were clearly talking about sex.

“Yeah, it’s like a law now. They passed it last year.” Keran said, matter-of-factly. “The night of your twelfth birthday is now ‘Breeding Night’.” She paused for dramatic effect. “All girls have to participate. It’s to combat declining birth rates. And the law says that the girl's dad gets to start the ceremony.”

“Participate in what?” Asked another girl, this chubby blonde named Polly Parker.

“Sex, you dummy,” I remember Edith’s tone being cruel and mocking. I am glad some of the other girls were asking questions. I had a million, but couldn’t bring myself to open my mouth and ask.

“Well, its fucking and breeding really. You might think you had a choice if we called it sex.” Keran added. A flutter in my heart and my loins made me feel like that didn’t sound so bad.

“They can’t do that, that’s rape,” Kimmy said, with a shudder of disgust.

“Not anymore, according to the law,” Edith replied. “You can look it up on your phone. It’s called ‘Baron’s Act’.”

A chorus of ‘No way” and ‘That’s crazy’ came from the younger girls in the group. A few of the others had pulled up the text of the law on their phones and started to read it to each other.

“I can vouch that it is real,” Karen stated. “Yesterday was my birthday, and my cunt is still sore and dripping cum from last night.” I blushed at her vulgar language. “I didn’t think it was real either until I was naked, on my back, with my dad’s fat hairy cock trusting balls deep inside of me.”

The thought of my dad being balls deep inside of me had filled me with fear and anxiety. Now that he is inside of me, fucking me, I just wish we could have been doing this sooner.


I felt something change about the pace of his thrusts. Something building, something urgent. I could hear the wet, lewd slapping my cunt was making as he fucked into me. I rush of shame rolled over me at the realization that that was my wetness.

I was enjoying it. I want it. I need it. I urged my body to open further, to allow him deeper.

What if it is his seed that fertilizes my egg? I wondered. I would become his wife. We could continue this forever. The thought of it sent a shiver of pleasure from the base of my neck down my spine. It met with the pulsing, trusts radiating from my pussy as my father continued to fuck me deeper and harder. I felt my muscels contract around his cock as the first orgasm washed over me. Pain threatened to overwrite the pleasure as my pussy clamped harder and harder on his thrusting cock. “Don’t stop,” I whispered, blinking tears away.


With a grunt and a deep, powerful thrust, I felt my dad's dick harden even more inside of me. Then a gentle pulsing. Almost like someone tapping on something deep within. He moaned and continued his powerful pumping thrusts. Each time he withdrew a little, it felt like there was more and more wetness in my pussy. I felt a sticky coating on the lips of my pussy as he slowed.


I felt him panting above me, most of his weight was balanced on his arms. He was still inside of me, but it felt different now. Softer somehow, yet still incredibly full. After a few moments of panting, I felt him slip out of me when her rolled off. A flood of cum flowed out of my once his member had left, coating my thighs and leaving a large wet spot on the sheets beneath my hips. I reached down with a hand and rolled my legs back and up into the air to stem the tide. His hot sticky cum felt slick on my fingers as more of it oozed out of me.

I had an okay look at my pussy from this angle. Smooth and hairless, the outer lips, that were normally pink and folded tightly together, were now red, slicked with cum and slightly spread open. I felt a moment of embarrassment seeing in plain view my freshly used pussy. Knowing that my father did it, and knowing that I enjoyed every second of it, was its own realization.

Daddy didn't say anything else before he left the room. I figured he was going to make a speech or give me some advice about what was about to come. Nothing. Just started the ceremony and left. I wondered who was going to be next and how long I would have to wait. Maybe Jeremy? I thought, He's nice and he's always looking at me when he comes by to talk shop with daddy. The thought of his strong arms wrapping around me made me swoon a little. Jeremy would be okay.


Who else? Rob? Her pudgy fourteen-year-old brother popped into her mind. Would Rob try? I tried to hold the shutter of revulsion back when the image of his fat chest replaced Daddy's in the memory of the events from movements before.

I looked around my small room and felt exposed. I was lying naked on my bed. A dim bedside lamp was the only illumination. I was expected to keep my legs spread towards the door to be inviting. I shifted a little in the bed, getting a better angle on the door. The movement pushed another huge glob of cum out of me to coat my thighs. The air carried a heavy smell of sweat and sexual secretions.

I scooped up a bit of cum on my finger so that I could get a better look. I had never seen cum before. This was thick and creamy and a near milky white. It felt smooth and sticky at the same time, and I felt naughty and erotic to be running it around my fingertips. I touched my tongue to a small bit, letting the taste wash over me. It wasn't what I was expecting. It tasted sweet and smooth, nothing like what the girls from school described. I felt another bout of shame at the realization that I wanted to taste more.
I dipped a finger into my tender pussy, cum oozed out around my digits. I gathered a large bit onto my fingertips and brought it to my lips. I was hooked. It was like some sort of taboo candy. The more I thought about how this was my dads cum, and about how he just fucked my pussy and fulled me with it, the more I couldn't stop myself from scooping up and consuming as much as possible.
“That’s hot,” I had just scooped out another dollop of my father’s cum and was licking it off my fingers when I heard Rob’s voice from the doorway. I couldn’t help but shudder at his words, their resonance echoing through my core with an unsettling blend of admiration and horror. Rob, my own flesh and blood, standing there in that state, looking like he’d just stepped out from a vision of the future where every aspect was overshadowed by an overwhelming sense of laziness; it was almost grotesque. I felt his eyes lustily devouring the exposed folds of my sex, dripping with our fathers warm sticky cum.