Loving my Pappa

My name is Katya. I was born in the Ukraine in 1980. My father was an engineer and my mother a nurse. In the early part of 1988 my father was part of a Soviet contingent that went to Sweden as part of a technology exchange program between the Soviet Union and Sweden. He had brought my mother and me along for the few months that we were supposed to be there. Well, he’d had enough of the Communist regime and he defected while we were there. We all soon moved to the United States, where he went to work at a large tech firm outside of Washington D.C. My mother never really took to her surroundings and refused to learn to speak English so, even when I was young, I acted as her translator when we went to the grocery store. She always seemed sad and wistful and often talked of our old home in the Ukraine.

I’ll tell you a little more about myself. I am a natural blonde with ice-blue eyes. Even as a little girl I turned heads. As far back as I could remember I was a horny girl. Of course, I didn’t know that at the time. When I was 7 years old, I discovered that humping a pillow or climbing a pole felt really good. By the time I turned nine, I had given myself my first orgasm, the intensity of which initially scared me half to death. I soon got over my fears and was diddling myself pretty regularly. One day, after I turned 11, I’d come home after playing with friends. At first, nobody seemed to be home, but then I heard some soft moaning, so I went to investigate. The door to my parent’s room was cracked, and my mom was lying on the bed, legs spread, with a dildo in her hairy pussy. I watched with fascination when she started moaning louder and started jerking as she reached an orgasm. I knew immediately that my mom was masturbating, but I’d never thought of putting something inside me when I did it. The next time I masturbated I put my hair brush handle, which was smooth and rounded, in my little pussy and had even better orgasms. My hairbrush and I had a lot of exciting moments together after that!

Unfortunately, after I turned 12 years old, my mother, who never really got over being home sick, moved back to the Ukraine. Of course, by then I had friends in school and loved my life in the U.S. and I had no desire to go back to the Ukraine, so it was decided that I would stay with my dad. My dad and I both really missed mom, but we had always been close, and we spent even more time together after she left. Dad got a new job at his company that allowed him to work from home at least three days a week, so we spent a lot of time together. We’d go to the movies, watch TV, and go camping and fishing together. My best friend’s name was Sarah and we were always getting in some kind of trouble together. Her parents always worked so we’d spend most of our time at my house. During the summer we rarely left my backyard pool.

Sarah also had an older brother, Steve, who was about a year older than me at the time. His was the first erect penis I’d ever seen. One day when I was at her house she asked me if I’d ever seen a “boy’s thing” before. I told her no. She told me her brother would show us his. Show it he did. Fully hard his little cock wasn’t much bigger than my pinky finger, and I couldn’t help but compare him to the size of my trusty hairbrush handle. I even touched it, but then I blurted out “wow, it’s so tiny”. Suddenly Steve turned beet red, yanked up his pants, and ran out of the room. I guess that wasn’t what he wanted to hear. He rarely ever spoke to me again.

One thing I learned from having Sarah as my friend was that I looked different “down there”. We had both just started to really develop and grow hair, but where Sarah had only a straight little slit, my hooded clit poked out of my little slit about a quarter of an inch. Maybe that was why I was always so horny. It seemed that even riding a bicycle or wearing my swimsuit, which was a bit too small on me, really got me going.
One time she told me that another girl from school had told her how much boys like a smooth, shaved pussy. We had both started shaving our legs, so one day while she was at my house, we got out some fresh razors to shave our pubic hair. First I shaved Sarah’s dark, curly, but sparse pussy fur very carefully.