Fantasy Panty

Fbailey story number 278


Fantasy Panty


I’m a fourteen-year-old girl. My father caught me masturbating and watching one of his triple-X porno movies. My blue jeans and my panties were down around my ankles, my knees were spread wide open, and my hand was just a blur as I watched a big breasted girl getting fucked by her own father on the television screen. It didn’t matter if the girl was really eighteen years old and that the guy was just some actor, all I could think of was that that was my father and I up there on that screen having sex.

Apparently my father had been watching me for some time without my knowledge. He very politely waited until I had finished an orgasm before letting me know of his presence by stepping between my legs effectively trapping my jeans and panties to the floor and me to my chair.

It was my mother’s chair before she left us to run off with her boyfriend a couple of years ago. It was overstuffed and it very comfortable to cuddle up in. Now that I was the ‘lady’ of the house it was my chair.

I covered my exposed pussy with both of my hands as I tried to explain to my father what I was doing.

Dad interrupted me by saying, “So you like watching a man fuck his daughter, do you!”

I started to tell him otherwise when he interrupted me again by saying, “So do I. That’s why all of my porno collection is based on father and daughter scenarios. All I ever think about is fucking you!”

Oh my God!

Then Dad asked, “Are you a virgin?”

To which I answered, “Yes I am.”

Dad asked, “Do you still have your hymen?”

I replied, “I think so.”

Dad asked, “Mind if I check?”

Before I could reply, his hand was pushing my hands out of the way. I moved them to give him full access. Then Dad slipped his middle finger up into me, palm up. His finger went in most of the way and then stopped. All he said was “Good” and then he tickled my clit for me. It was amazing. My fingers never made me feel like that before. Just before I could cum though he stopped and said, “Remove your T-shirt.” As soon as I threw it across the room he went back to my clit again. Once more just before I could cum he stopped and said, “Take off your bra” and I did. At that moment I would have done anything he had wanted me to do as long as he didn’t stop playing with my clit. That time he didn’t stop, and he didn’t stop, and then he wouldn’t stop until I was screaming, crying, and shaking all over. I felt as if I was going to pass out when he finally stopped and told my to remove my shoes, jeans, and panties.

I thought that he was going to fuck me, I was praying that he would, but instead he just fingered my moist pussy again. It was as if he were measuring me or something.

Dad told me to go to my room, put on a white shirt without a bra, a short skirt without panties, and to come right back. I was not sure what was going to happen but I was very excited to find out.

I had several white tops to choose from but I wanted just the right one to wear. Dad wanted me braless so I figured that he wanted to see my nipples get hard or that he wanted to see my breasts bounce as I walked. I had a cute little number that I decided to wear. It showed my bare tummy and it had a squared off plunging neckline that allowed me to bend over and let the boys look at my bra. It would be perfect without a bra. As far as a skirt went they were all the same length so I just picked a white miniskirt that was made of stretchy material. I liked the way it made my ass look. I returned to the living room and slipped into my shoes.