A Sex Life; or, Daddy's Little Girl

[fukensploogin]

This is the story of one girl and the men and women who shape her, sexually.

The first is her father, who will take her virginity on her 18th birthday.

Her high-school sweetheart,

Her college dorm roommate,

Her first one-night stand,

etc., etc. through college, and her twenties, thirties, forties? However long it goes, it shall go. I will be playing most of those parts. Guest players are welcome upon dual-approval by me and Britwitch.

I want to do a lot of different things with the thread, including incest and non-consent, a potential trip into bdsm land, voyeurism, lesbianism, group sex/gangbang... the options are essentially endless.

The female lead for this thread is taken by Britwitch

 

[Britwitch]

Clara waved to the taxi cab as it pulled away from the sidewalk, taking the rest of her friends home. Smiling brightly to herself, she turned and began to talk up the path to her front door. It had been a fantastic evening, but then evenings out with her friends always were. Tonight, though, had been special. She, the youngest of them all, had finally turned 18.

Youngest by only a few months but that sort of thing seemed so ridiculously important. They had dressed up to the nines, in dresses and heels, having spent a good few hours beforehand ensuring their hair and make up was exactly the way they wanted it. Then they gone to Clara's favourite restaurant, a 50's styled italian place, to go with her 50's styled black dress, black with a fitted bodice and a wide, knee length, petticoated skirt, with lots of Dean Martin and Rosemary Clooney tunes playing in the background. They had eaten until they felt they could eat no more and then had shared a massive chocolately dessert, covered in whipped cream and sickly sweet chocolate sauce.

The conversation had spanned everything from their latest crushes to memories of their long friendship. Of course Clara, being the birthday girl, was the centre of conversation fairly frequently, making her cheeks flush with warm embarassment.
Clara's recent growth spurt was the source for most of her friend's comments.

Until the previous summer she had been of average height and average everything. While her friends had been developing hips and shopping for their first bras, Clara had remained almost child like. Then, as one of her friends put it, 'She had blossomed' over the course of the summer months. Her height hadn't changed all that much, but her body had. Curves had appeared around her hips and behind, a generous chest filling out, almost looking too generous for the petite frame she had inherited from her mother. Her dark hair, that fell in thick, soft waves to her shoulders had become glossy and shiny, her face losing a little of it's roundedness to become more defined, more adult, her green eyes becoming almost deeper in shade. She had grown up.

While her friends enthused over the changes she had gone through, they were not the only ones to do so. Clara had recieved more male attention in the last few months than she'd ever had in her entire life she wasn't quite sure what to make of it all. While she was naturally friendly and fairly outgoing, she was also very shy. Never sure if she was being teased or if the offers to take her to the movies or for a meal were genuine. And even if they were genuine, she'd never even been kissed before...how would she know what to do if the guy she was with tried to kiss her? These worries greatly amused her friends, almost all of whom had had at least one serious boyfriend and found her nerves around boys so 'cute'.

Clara pulled her keys out of her purse and stepped up to the front door. It wasn't that late and the lights were still on, her smile grew to know her father would probably be sat in the living room, watching TV and waiting to make sure she got home safely. Clara's mother had run off with another man while she had still been young and it had been her, her older brother and her father together alone for as long as Clara could remember. She loved her father dearly and thought of him as her best friend, telling him almost everything, keeping very few secrets from him at all. Turning the key in the lock she opened the door and stepped inside.
"Hello..." She called out lightly, dropping her keys onto the table in the hallway before heading into the living room to find her father sat in his armchair just as she knew she would.

 

[the8thdeadlysin]

is it ok if i masturbate?

 

[fukensploogin]

OOC: 8thdeadlysin, this thread is closed. of course it's okay if you masturbate, but that doesn't mean you have to tell us about it. please just lurk like everyone else, thanks.

IC:
Clara's father, Michael, head the keys jingle outside, and the deadbolt turn, and the door open, and his little girl call out: "Hello?"

He was sitting in his chair, nursing a glass of burgundy wine, his mind spinning. He had been thinking about his ex-wife again. He had been thinking it had been at least a couple years since the last time he'd been laid. He had been thinking of getting another glass, but remembered he'd emptied the bottle already, and was drinking the last of it. Well... there's always more in the cellar.

And then he had a memory rush back to him, of he and Ellen, fucking like mad animals on the cold stone floor of the basement, right after he had finished putting together the cellar for their nascent wine collection.

He took a long drink from his glass. "In here, Clara," he called out. The TV was on in front of him, but he hadn't been paying any attention to it. He was drunk, and horny, and when Clara walked into the room, for the first time he noticed how much she had grown, how womanly she had become, how she had even nicer tits than her mother...

"How was dinner? You're home early. I expected you and the girls would be out all night." he said, swirling the wine in his glass.

 

[Britwitch]

"How was dinner? You're home early. I expected you and the girls would be out all night."
Clara smiled, moving closer to kiss her father's cheek as she always did when she came home and stepped back to collapse onto the couch.
"Well, we would have been...but Hannah and Rachel have to go to work in the morning and it didn't seem as much fun to do things without them..." Clara explained, unpinning her dark hair and letting it fall down around her shoulders as she talked. "It was a fun evening though...ate way too much..." She grinned, laying back slightly and resting her hands on her smooth stomach. "It was great..."

She glanced away from her father towards the TV, noticing the empty wine bottle and, as she looked back at him, the slightly glazed look in his eyes. She never really liked to hang around when he'd been drinking. Whenever he did, he always seemed to want to talk about her mother, and that always had the same effect. He either got depressed and she would end up sitting up with him crying about how much he missed her, or he'd get angry and give her lecture after lecture on how her mother had run out on them all and what a horrid person she was.
Clara had no thoughts on her mother either way, she'd been too young when she'd left to remember much about her, so she just tried to soothe his mood and leave as soon as she could.

"I think..." She yawned slightly, standing and stretching her arms over her head. "I think I shall head to my bed..." She smiled, moving back over to the armchair. "Goodnight Daddy..." She leant in to press her lips to his cheek.

 

[fukensploogin]

He smiled as she told him about her night. "It sounds like you've had a good birthday, my dear. Sleep well, goodnight," he said to her. If she was upset, she didn't show it. She still hadn't received her birthday present from him. Well, that would change as soon as she walked into her room. It was, after all sitting on her bed.

He gulped down the last of his wine, set the glass down hard on the table next to his recliner. He closed his eyes. When had she become so womanly, so grown up? Her eighteenth birthday... she was an adult now. He had tried not to stare as she let her hair down, as she rubbed her belly, he tried not to get an erection as her lips burned kisses against his cheeks.

She had been such a good girl to him. Always listening to him, even his drunken blathering, even his angry lectures, even the rambling confusion about why her brother was such a fuck-up.

Michael had figured out what his son's problem was: he was just like his old man, an addictive personality, always craving another high. Clara's brother, Aaron, was definitely addicted to sex and had gotten mixed up with drinking and other drugs once he got to college.

"Daddy!" he heard. Well, that was that. She'd found her present; a new laptop and an Ipod to take with her to college. He'd only been able to afford it for her because she had gotten scholarships.

He shook his head, trying to shake the sexual thoughts he was entertaining about his daughter away. He got up out of the recliner and stood up, started walking towards Clara's room, and they met in the hallway.

 

[Britwitch]

"It sounds like you've had a good birthday, my dear. Sleep well, goodnight,"
Clara smiled and headed up the stairs to her bedroom, she hadn't received a gift from him but he had given her money towards her new dress and that was enough for her.

Running a hand through her hair she pushed open her bedroom door and stopped. Seeing instantly the laptop computer and the Ipod laying upon her quilt, her eyes opened wide, along with her mouth in a gleeful shout,
"Daddy!" She yelled joyously, spinning around and flying back down the stairs, the dress billowing around her knees as she travelled down them quickly.

She met him in the hallway, all but throwing herself at him and flinging her arms around him in an enthusastic hug.
"Oh Daddy, they're wonderful...thank you so much...!" Her mouth close to his ear. "You didn't have to...I know how much things like that cost...you're too good to me, Dad..." She finished quietly, releasing him from her embrace and moving back from him slightly. "I promise I won't let you down at college, I'll work really hard and get the grades I know I am capable of..." Knowing she couldn't fail to do better than her brother Aaron had done at college.

 

[fukensploogin]

He held his little girl tightly for the moment, savoring the feel of her body in his arms. It would be only too soon before she'd be gone, and he'd only see her at the holidays, and the summers, and then... that future was too far off to be able to say.

"I know you will do your best, Clara," Michael said, smiling at his little girl. But she wasn't such a little girl anymore, was she? All grown up, he thought, looking at her again, unable to help admiring the womanly form her young body had taken. "You always have."

His thoughts raced... it had been so long since he had had a sexual encounter with a woman so fine. Perhaps it was his disgust with his ex-wife, but Clara was far and away a more beautiful creature than her mother had ever been. Why would he ever want to corrupt that?

His cock stirred at the thought. For months, Clara had shared with him her trials and tribulations with the opposite sex, and, as far as he could tell from those conversations, she had never so much as kissed any of the boys who had expressed interest in her.

She was his little girl... he had resolved long ago to properly make her his, to take what was his, once she was old enough...

 

[Britwitch]

"I know you will do your best, Clara...You always have."
Clara smiled brightly, blushing a little at her father's words. She knew he would always be a little biased in his opinion of her, fathers always were when it came to their daughters, but his words still made her feel a glow of pride in herself.
"Well then, I shall have to make sure I don't do anything to change your opinion..." She grinned, pushing herself up once more to kiss his cheek and hug him tightly once more. "Well, goodnight Dad...thanks for making this birthday so wonderful..." She began to pull back, turning to head up the stairs once more.

 

[fukensploogin]

He held his daughter tightly to his chest before she pulled away from him. He smiled as she said good night again, and then walked on up the stairs. He took a step away, but then turned and watched her little bum as she ascended the stairs... those smooth legs...

He couldn't take it anymore!

Michael paced the house for a while. It was getting late. He wasn't tired; the buzz from the wine had worn off. He heard his good-for-nothing son, Aaron, coming up from the basement to raid the refrigerator.

Little bastard, Michael thought. He sniffed. "God damnit," he said, now standing in the doorway to the kitchen. Aaron turned and looked at him. "Do you have to smoke that shit in the house?" Michael asked his son.

Aaron looked at him, said: "whatever, pops," and turned back to the refrigerator. Michael stalked off. What was he going to do, punch him? Michael heard the basement door close, steps going down, music coming on.

He looked back to the hallway, the stairs, his little girl's bedroom...

He took a deep breath. He quietly walked up the stairs, turned and came to Clara's bedroom door. It was slightly ajar, so he peaked inside. Clara was in bed, the lights out. He watched her roll over so that her back was to him. It was cold and she was under heavy blankets.

Michael shut her door tightly, and then gazed upon his daughter's body, his cock rock hard, his mind racing...