"Daddy, I touch myself, too" (closed)

[Alice2015]

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Naked titty pic.

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There will be NO description of or role play about
the female character prior to her 18th birthday.

"Daddy, I touch myself, too"
(closed)​

Mary had been in or near the surf much of the day, spearing fish and crabs for her 19th birthday party dinner in between swimming about just for the fun of it. She was enjoying the feel of the first of the many gifts her father had given Mary for her special day, a new pair of bikini bottoms that fit her tight buttocks like a second skin. Okay, so, they weren't new, of course. Nothing made beyond the shores of the little island upon which she and her father had been stranded since she was a little girl was ever new. But, they were new to Mary, and that was all that mattered to her.

And they were in very good shape, too, which meant that they had come from what they called the Old Stash. When the yacht struck the rocks on the South Shore 14 years ago, it spent the next three days breaking up as the waves pounded it and the incoming and outgoing tide moved it to different positions upon the craggy, basalt outcrops.. And as it broke apart, opening one compartment after another to the ocean, it spilled out it contents. There had, of course, been the bad stuff: oil, diesel, and debris, some of the latter of which was still visible lodged in the rocks all about the island's south end. (What hadn't been of use to Daddy in his construction of a home for them had simply been left to rust or rot away.) But there had been good stuff as well: canned and packaged foods that made it to shore still dry and sealed, life boats that had inflated and held basic supplies in attached bags, buoyant kits of this thing or that thing including some tools and supplies that had come in very handy over the years, and suitcases filled with an overabundance off clothing that had belonged to the mother, wife, and daughters of the yacht's owner, who had generously allowed then-5 year old Mary to join the adventure. (Mary's father had been widowed a year before the cruise began, and, despite being the yacht's Chief Mechanic, he had been raising Lil' Mary admirably with a bit of help from Gramma Bee. When the yacht's owner decided to take his family on a round the world cruise, he'd wanted Mary's father to stay on. But that would have meant leaving Mary at home for a year. That wasn't going to happen, so she'd been invited to pack some clothes and her favorite doll and come along.)

Because she'd been a little girl but wasn't anymore, it was from the suitcases of the yacht's other females (all drowned in the disaster) that Daddy had chosen many of Mary's birthday presents over the years. The diversity in passenger ages and, thus, clothing size at the time of the tragedy had been fortunate for Mary over the years, even if the fate of the boat and those passengers hadn't.

She glanced up to the sky and guesstimated by the sun's position that it was nearly dinner time. She gathered the afternoon's catch in a net (that had actually once been a very provocative woman's top that belonged to the yacht owner's slutty wife) and headed up the beach to the trail and then further through the jungle to the home Daddy had built from a combination of natural resources and debris, both from the yacht and from subsequent beach landings of mostly ship debris tossed over into the sea...

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Mary ran up the steps calling for her father, but he was no where to be found. She dropped the catch into the sink and, excited for her other presents, ran off down the trail again to where Daddy was supposed to be collecting the first Breadfruit of the season. But when she didn't find him at the Early Orchard, she began down the trail to where he sometimes went to fish. As she came around a corner in the trail and was about to emerge from the undergrowth and step onto the beach, she caught sight of her father sitting on a downed coconut tree's trunk, leaning back against the trunk of a standing tree. She was only twenty feet from him and still heading his way, about to call out to him, when she saw what he was doing. His knees were parted wide, he appeared not to have his shorts on, and he was rapidly jerking his hand back and forth before his groin.

Mary knew the difference between Daddy's body and her own, of course: he was a boy, and she was a girl. He had a thing called a penis, which he used to pee; while she had a vagina, from which came not just her pee but her Moon Bleeding as well, something he'd been warning her of since she was 11 but only started when she was just past her 13th birthday. And while Mary had had glimpses of Daddy's penis on occasions, including that unforgettable day when he took it out to explain why had had one and she didn't, Mary had never seen him do something like this to it, grasping it tightly in his hand which was running at an increasing rate of speed up and down its length. The look on his face told Mary that he was in pain, as did the moans coming from his opened mouth.

As she watched, his vocalizations got louder and deeper, and suddenly Mary began to think that what Daddy was doing was akin to what she'd recently begun doing with the little nub of flesh at the top of her Vagina. She'd discovered the pleasure of touching herself entirely by accident, but her continuing on with it on almost a daily basis had been no accident at all.

Suddenly, Daddy let out a deep, loud grunt, and his penis suddenly shot a string of thick, white goop out several feet before him to land upon the sand. Again and again his penis expelled this stuff that wasn't pee, confusing Mary. She looked to her Daddy's face and quickly realized that the expression upon it was one of pure joy. What he'd been doing was what Mary also had, only from a boy's point of view, using his very different pee pee thing. And it seemed as though it had felt very good, because (like with herself) Daddy had slumped back and let his body relax as his chest rose and fell.

She waited until he finally released his grip on his penis, then inquired softly, "Daddy, are you okay?

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(OOC: She rarely wears a top, unless it is cold or windy and she wants protection from the weather. As a little girl, Daddy had never made her wear one; and after she began to develop into a yiung woman, he hadn't wanted to explain why girls have to cover their boobies, so he just let her run around topless. He NEVER had erotic thoughts about Mary until her 18th birthday, a year ago.)

 

[Rick345]

His mind traveled back in time to the night before the tragidy, Suzette the Captain's wife was sitting on his lap she had had a few drinks hell they both had.. It started as a simple conversation, Suzette had come Down to the engine room to bring him a little something to eat and two bottles of wine to wash it down with.

Lifting her hair off the back of her neck she grumbled about the heat, "Damn Bob it's hotter than a blue eyed bitch down here how can you stand it, I gotta get comfortable", taking the bottle pressing if to her forehead... As she loosens her blouse, "Be a dear and hold this will you", taking a long swallow before before handing the half empty fifth to Bob... As soon as her hands were free she began to unbutton showing off her more than ample cleveage, the tops of her boobs tanned to perfection glistening from a thin cover of sweat in the raw light of the single naked lightbulb swaying gently to the swells of the waves...

"So you haven't gotten laid since your wife passed away", tracing the solid curve of his bicep with a long graceful finger, her tongue setting her coral pink lips, "What a waste...", zeroing in for a kiss. Her moist lips touching his, as she pressed her body closer it was obvious her 30 year old tits we're as firm and perky as any twenty year old's and just as obvious she wasn't wearing a bra.. The thing that did surprise him was he hadn't noticed her hand sliding down his torso till she grabbed his his crotch and began the rub his cock through his shorts.

"Mmmmm Momma likes"
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With all this running through his head and his cock in his own hand, stroking faster and faster, he never heard Mary coming up behind him.... In his mind he had Suzette bent over and pumping his hard rod into her slutty cunt, over and over again till he spewed jets of hot cum deep inside her... He could feel his hot sticky cum on his hands, his chest, his belly... And is wasn't till he opened his eyes and sights of palms, seaoats, sugar White sands, the crash of the waves, and the smell of the ocean, brought him back to reality did he hear Mary ask, "Are you OK daddy..."

Quickly he tired to hide what he had been doing and could feel his face turn red from embarrassment... "I'm OK honeybun, I was just resting a little bit your dear old dad ain't as young as he used to be...", franticly looking around for something anything to clean himself up with....

 

[Alice2015]

"I'm OK honeybun," Mary's father said quickly, "I was just resting a little bit. Your dear old dad ain't as young as he used to be..."

He seemed embarrassed about what he'd been doing, or more specifically about having been seen doing what he was doing by his daughter. That didn't surprise Mary, of course. She herself had been embarrassed about pleasuring herself, though she had never really know why. If God hadn't wanted her to feel such pleasure, he wouldn't have made her so sensitive in so many places, right? But still, it just seemed to Mary as though it was something that maybe she should be doing in private.

Mary had known of the sensitivity of her erogenous zones for quite a while, but touching herself when she was younger had tickled too much to truly be pleasurable so she didn't. Then, shortly after her 18th birthday, she'd been cleaning her pits when she discovered that a certain sort of touch to that little nub of flesh above her pee pee place could cause her some incredible and previously unknown pleasure. On the third occasional of laying back in the sand, parting her thighs, and putting fingers to flesh, Mary had driven herself to just the first of so very many explosive orgasms.

She watched her father frantic searching about himself for something, and stepped a bit closer to point at his shorts and say, "There they are daddy, on the log." Her eyes never left him, her mind filled with thoughts. Was his apparent embarrassment and frantic searching a sign that Mary had been correct, that causing oneself such pleasure was, in fact, a private event? It seemed so. So, what now. Mary suddenly felt bad that she'd intruded upon her father's personal, private business.

"I didn't mean to startle you," she said with a sincere tone, turning away as she said, "I'm going back up to the house." But she only got a couple of steps before a thought struck her. She turned to look back at him, saying, "Daddy. I--" She hesitated, wanting to be sure she was doing the right thing. She was sure she was. She told him, "Daddy, I touch myself, too."

She turned and hurried up the trail, happy that she'd shared that information because now, her father had no reason to be embarrassed anymore, right?

 

[Rick345]

”I didn't mean to startle you, I'm going back up to the house.”, relief washed over him.

”OK Honeybun you do that I’ll be there shortly just let me clean up.” , hoping that was the end of it and they could enjoy a nice birthday dinner together and maybe she didn’t see anything at all..

”Daddy. I-- Daddy, I touch myself, too.”, a voice inside his head screamed she did see, she seen everything. Slowly he rose and shook his head, and sprinkled water on the white sticky mess he soiled himself with, from the bottle he always carried on a lanyard, then reached down picked up his shorts and put them on.

His first thought was he needed to find a more private place to relieve his tensions, but more importantly how could he explain to Mary what he was doing was natural and nothing to be ashamed of, but if that were true why was he embarrassed?

Mary was so innocent she was implicant that was refreshing but if he didn’t explain things to her if they ever got off this island she would be easy prey and anyone could take advantage of her.

Slowly trekking up to their home gathering drift wood for a cooking fire along the way. Shortly after arriving he finds Mary busying herself shucking crabs and cleaning fish. It was amazing to see her working with such skill placing the fish down on a plank and with just four sweeps of her knife she has the fish is scaled, gutted and filleted.

“Looks like you have this shindig under control”, dropping the firewood in a pile, next to the glowing embers in the sand. He takes the cooking pot from its hook and strides over to the pump he had constructed years ago and pumping the long handle the pot quickly filling to it to the brim.

Carrying the pot back hooking it to the crossbar above the fire, organizing his thoughts before before looking up allowing his eyes to meet his daughter's, “Mary I think after dinner we need to have a little talk about what you saw1 me doing, first off while I’ll admit I was embarrassed by what you saw but, I want you to know I’m not upset with you and you did nothing wrong… But what you said concerns me, not in a bad way I just want you to know what’s happening to you”, he sighed wishing her long departed mother where he to field any questions… He fell silent dreading with a single thought heaven knows what she may ask that question echoed through his head.

 

[Alice2015]

(OOC: I needed some body measurements. If you don't like what I came up with, I can change them.)

Mary's mind had been divided between doing her chores and contemplating what she'd seen her father doing. She was convinced that what she'd seen was his pleasuring himself, just as she often did. But, not as she often did. Their bodies were so different from one another: he had a penis, she didn't. And while she'd known that for as long as she could remember, it had never occurred to Mary that Daddy's penis was the pleasurable equivalent to that little nub of flesh between her own legs.

Now, suddenly, that kind of made sense. Daddy was bigger than Many: 6 inches taller than her 5'4" and half again as heavy as her 120 pounds. So, his object of pleasure, his penis, should be bigger than her object of pleasure, her...

Her what? Mary didn't know what it was called, of course. She'd been to young to have learned about it from her mother who had died when she was only 4. And with the exception of explaining the difference in the way the peed, Daddy had never further described her pee pee area.

“Looks like you have this shindig under control”, Bob said, startling Mary from her day dreaming.

"Of course!" she said proudly. Over the years, Bob had taught her one task after another until she was now capable of taking care of herself on her own. He'd done that to ensure she would survive should anything ever happen to him. That thought had always scared her. It had been just the two of them for more than a dozen years, and that had become the acceptable norm for Mary. But the idea of being without Daddy was the scariest thought she'd ever had. "We need water, and a green melon."

Bob went off to complete his end of the tasks, then came back and started talking to her about what had happened down on the beach. He confirmed her suspicion that he'd been embarrassed, but then told her he wasn't upset with you, that she hadn't done anything wrong.

"But what you said concerns me..."

Mary knew what Bob was talking about: her confession that she, too, touched herself.

"I just want you to know what’s happening to you”, he continued.

Mary wasn't entirely sure what Daddy meant by that. When she'd first learned of the sensitivity of that little nub of flesh near her pee pee, she hadn't felt pleasure. She did now, of course. But it hadn't occurred to Mary that her body was changing, that it was becoming sensitive in a way that Nature had designed, to make her want to do things with the male of her species that would result in her producing little copies of her species.

"Okay, daddy," she said, unsure of what else to say.

The pair of them finished with their dinner preps, ate their meal which included a cake made from some breadfruit meat Daddy had learned to preserve by burying it for months in a bundle in the sand. It was a great night, completed by him giving her some more birthday gifts, from both the Old Stash from the yacht and some jewelry that he'd made for her from things that had washed up on the shore over the months and years prior to this. When they were all done and sitting at the small fire pit from which they could watch the sunset, Mary knew it was time to start their conversation. But who would start? And what would that person say? Mary had less knowledge about masturbation and no knowledge about sexual interaction between people, so it was probably natural that, without fear of taboo conversation, she would be the one to start.

"What was that stuff that came out of you, Daddy?" Mary asked with an inquisitive tone free of embarrassment. She waggled a hand out before her, sort of vaguely indicating the stream of semen that had shot three feet out before her father's parted thighs before lessening to a dribble that dirtied his curled fingers. With a totally naïve seriousness, she asked, "Does pee look different when it fun pee?"