urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:luvdbydaddy luvdbydaddy luvdbydaddy 2005-12-09T09:50:50Z urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:luvdbydaddy:961 2005-12-09T09:50:50Z 2005-12-09T09:50:50Z Okay, we're up to around the age of 7, almost 8 now. It was about this time I guess my step daddy wasn't satisfied with just fingering me and having me play with his dick any longer. He called me into the bedroom for one of our play times as usual, and as I was lying naked on the bed watching him undress, he asked me if I knew what buttfucking was. I nodded, and he said "show me." I made fucking motions on the bed, and pointed at my ass. He smiled and said "That's right. Very good. That's what I want to do with you, but we'll have to practice a lot first." I was all kinds of excited. He was going to do something new with me, and it meant he was going to use his dick on me! He started me off nice and slow and easy, gently slipping a finger into my tight little asshole and working it slowly in and out. I don't know how long we did that for, but we did it for a while every day. I liked it so much I started trying to do it to myself in bed at night, but I just wasn't flexible enough to really reach around well enough. After a while (I wish I could remember actual time frames here...getting old is hell) he started using two fingers. He was always extremely gentle and went very slowly so as to avoid hurting me at all. He didn't have to worry about that though. I loved every second of it. He used some longish thin dildos on me too, and I liked that but not as much as his fingers. He could wiggle and move his fingers inside me in really neat ways. I remember him getting me really excited by showing me how good it would feel to be buttfucked for real by fucking himself with what looked to me at the time to be a giant dildo. He really went to town on himself, and spewed a huge amount of cum without even touching his dick. I just knew him fucking me like that would make me feel just as good. It was a few months like that, with him fingering my ass, making sure I was good and ready to take his cock into myself. Then one day, it finally happened. He was fingering me like he had been, and then all of a sudden he said "You ready?" I kind of mumbled "mmmhmm," and he pulled his fingers out of my ass and quickly greased up his cock. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, and picked me up facing away from him. He had me stand on his thighs, and began to slowly lower me down onto his lap. He'd been fingerfucking my ass every day for so long, it didn't take any effort for his cock to slip into my asshole. He slid me down until he was balls deep into me, let out a grunting sigh, and said "There we go. Now you're being buttfucked." I was so happy. I loved the way it felt, having his dick buried in my ass, and then it got even better. He started lifting me up and letting me slip back down, slowly working me up and down on his cock. It felt so amazing! I don't remember how long he actually fucked me for, but it wasn't long enough. His cock blew it's load in me way too soon, and my ass was empty except for that wonderful feeling only a good assfucking from daddy can provide. Well, that and his cum. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:luvdbydaddy:599 2005-10-26T10:30:43Z 2005-10-26T10:30:43Z So, let's see. I left off just after the first time my step daddy touched me. Time has caused most of the individual experiences to fuzz over (unfortunately). I remember him letting me stroke his dick once while my mom was in the shower, and giggling as he made it "dance" for me. He would sometimes sit me on his lap on his bed while he played with my clit and leafed through one of his magazines. I don't remember which all he had, but I do remember him showing me a few copies of Playboy and Club, explaining what everyone was doing and what their various bits were called. I loved our special encounters, and was really excited when he got laid off from work just in time for summer vacation. To my mom it was a godsend, because while he was out of work she didn't have to pay for a sitter or daycare. For me it was pure heaven because we got to spend as much time playing as we wanted. Alas, I guess things weren't all that great between the two of them, and they separated when I was 6. We moved around town a couple of times over the next year and a half. I guess somewhere in there they decided to try and patch things up, and we moved back in. I was so excited. I'd been trying to take care of business on my own, but as we all know no matter how good you are at doing yourself, nothing beats having someone else at the controls. And having it be your daddy makes everything at least 20 times better. Sure enough, almost the second we moved back in daddy and I picked up where we had left off. The first time we got to play after moving back in he wanted me to lay on the bed and show him my pussy, and he just stood there staring at it for a couple of minutes. He said he wanted to see if I'd taken good care of it, and told me it looked like I'd made sure it wasn't too lonely. I didn't really know what to say (I wasn't even 8 yet, after all), so I just kind of shrugged. He smiled and said it was good that I did, but he could see that he needed to give it a lot of attention. Next thing I knew he was on the bed next to me, his fingers working diligently on my pussy, his dick in my hand. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:luvdbydaddy:330 2005-09-12T09:06:06Z 2005-09-12T09:06:06Z My first sexual experience was when I was around 4 or 5. My mom had just remarried recently, so I had a new daddy. He had been away for business of some kind, and came home late at night. I don't remember what woke me up (this was like 25 years ago after all), but I was wandering into the kitchen for a drink of water when he walked in the door. He set down his stuff and asked me to come and give him a hug. I don't remember all the details, but I ended up sitting on his lap. I was wearing one of those warm-n-fuzzy sets of pajamas with the feet in them, and he started to unzip it saying he wanted to do something special with me, I just had to remember that it was our special thing and I couldn't tell anyone, not even mommy. I agreed, and he slid his hand between my legs. I had no idea what he was doing, but I knew it felt incredibly good. I don't remember how long he played with my pussy, rubbing my hot little clit feverishly, but it wasn't long enough, because after he sent me back to bed I lay there trying to do the same thing to myself. That was just the start.