Maribel_(1)

Maribel
by
Gail Holmes



I remember the time only to well: it was two days after my birthday, a Sunday morning; on Sundays we never dressed before breakfast just walked around in our night gowns, I allowed Dad to use the bathroom first on Sundays, it gives me time to get breakfast under the way, Dad had had his shower and was now sitting at the breakfast table reading the Sunday paper, once breakfast was over I’d take my shower whilst he cleared away and putting the dirty crockery into the dish washer.
He looked up over his paper as I brought the meals to the table.

“So what have you in mind for today then?” He smiled looking over his paper.

“I’m taking a day of relaxation; why do you ask?” I replied as I sat down at the table.

“You worry me! Never see you with a boyfriend, you’re past the age of consent now?”
“Dad, they’re only after one thing, what worries me is either, catching something, or getting pregnant, I’m not ready for that”

“You know you can always talk to me, I mean you’re a very beautiful young women, at this age you should be thinking of such things!”
“Of course I do Dad, but it worries me, my friends are always on about sex and as to how they love it. But it means commitment; I’m not ready for that yet. However yes, I have thought of it often. One day perhaps!” I grinned.

“So far you have followed your mother footsteps admirably, why not fill her place completely?”

I looked at my father, not fully understanding his meaning; he’d put the newspaper down now and was gazing at me.

“I’m not to sure of your meaning Dad; what more can I do?”

“Well you’ve just indicated that you wouldn’t mind trying sex, but don’t want any commitment haven’t you? I can understand this. What would you say to no chances of catching anything, and certainly no chance of getting pregnant?”

“Sounds good, but how can I be sure of that?”

“Well I’m your father, would I let anything happen in these worries of yours?”

“Are you saying what I think you are Dad; I mean you…you and me?” I was shocked at my own reply, thinking that that was the least of his implication.

“Exactly, I mean, I’m gagging for it, it’s six years since your mother died God Bless her, and there’s yourself wanting to try it and not knowing which way to turn.

“I can’t believe we’re having this conversation Dad, you really mean it don’t you?” I questioned.

“T’would be different if I was your blood father, you really are a tantalising young woman, I don’t see as to why you should go without. We could gratify both our needs, with devotion, don’t you think you owe it to yourself, I mean they’d be no commitment you could see who you please, that I’d never stop!”

I smiled as I poured myself a cup of tea from the teapot, “So you’re offering to take my virginity then Dad. That is what you’re saying I take it?” We could always talk; this was the good thing about my father.
“I didn’t realise that you hadn’t lost it, I’d be more than grateful do so; and in a gentlemanly way to I might add. I’m not one for a quick roll in the hay so to speak!”

“What’s brought this on then Dad, I always though you were to protective at times, now your telling me that you’re the man for the job?”

“You’re getting hornier by the day, I just had to ask…well what do you think?”

I hesitated to start with, but my mind was made up.

“Believe it or not I’m quite akin to the idea, according to my friends the boy’s now-a-days like a woman with some experience, this is another reason as to why I’ve held back, I hadn’t wanted to ridiculed myself if you see my meaning. Often I’ve wondered, I mean you being a man and not having your customary sex, it must have been difficult for you!”

“With a stepdaughter with your looks and body I can ensure you it has been a struggle from time to time.

Maribel had left her father sitting at the table when she headed for the bathroom; she was intrigued by his forwardness, not knowing really as to what action to take. As she stepped back out of the shower her father could be heard down in the kitchen loading the dishwasher, singing his heart out at the same time. She took time studying her body in front of the large mirror, even she herself had to admit she was in good shape, her fingers strayed down to her pussy, gradually she inserted a finger, this was something she’d never done before. Wriggling it into the moist lips, gently easing it up inside her. The feeling was good, she felt the tightness of her hymen as the finger slipped through, not realising that this was in fact her virginity.

“But a cock would be a lot thicker than her slender finger” she thought, trying a second. She flinched as the two fingers reached her hymen. “I must be built different to others, surely I shouldn’t sense pain like this” Her hymen gripped her fingers tightly together as she endeavoured to force them through.

She quickly reached for her housecoat when she sensed the sound of footsteps on the stairs outside the bathroom door.

“Are you decent in there?” Eddy her father inquired.

Mirabel opened the bathroom door just enough to peep through the gap.

“Did you want me Dad?”

“Now that’s a silly question to ask, after what you told me down stairs a few moments ago! So are you up for it then?”

“You really do mean it then?” Mirabel inquired, stepping back into the bathroom.

“What have we to loose; you want to try it; and as I told you I really do have a desperate need. I promise, I’ll be really gentle with you!”
Mirabel could still sense the numb pain from trying to force her fingers up herself.

“I don’t think I’m ready for it to happen just yet Dad!”

“Why have you changed your mind, you seemed quite willing downstairs?”

“Why, ready in which way may I ask?” Eddy inquired, easing the door open wider.

Mirabel moved back allowing him entrance, although she had put her housecoat on, she’d not properly fastened the front, to which Eddy become aware of as she stepped back permitting him entry.

“Dad you’re worrying me!” Mirabel stammered.

Eddy knew if he didn’t make a move now all would be lost, he would have to be gentle. The last thing he wanted was to distress her in anyway. Mirabel felt the washbasin behind her, reaching back her hands gripping its edge; Eddy took the opportunity of her vulnerability placing his hands onto the lapels of the housecoat; she looked down as he slowly opened the front of the garment, exposing her firm breasts beneath. Eddy’s eyes were glued to her delicate physique, then stepping back opening the garment fully, slowly his eyes headed downwards, toward the delicate mound of pubic hair.

“Dad, don’t look at me like that!” Mirabel reached forward to close her housecoat, but Eddy was to fast for her, clasping her hands and opening the garment once more.

“Fear not little one, never ever did I determine your body was so beautiful” Eddy moved down onto one knee in front of her, holding her legs powerfully apart as he pushed his face up between them.

Mirabel gave out a low moan as she sensed his mouth move over her pussy, moving her hands behind, clasping the rim of the washbasin once more, then lowering herself slightly allowing her legs to part sensing his tongue flicking lightly over her clitoris.

Her pussy was still moist from her own fingers; Eddy perceived the musty odour of her juices, sending an abrupt surge through his body, his cock was already secreting its own fluids as it strained for sovereignty within his under pants. Mirabel had now lifted one leg placing her foot onto the edge of the bath, her hands cupping her father’s head between them; never had she ever experienced such feelings. Eddy lapped fiercely as her juices started to rivulet from deep within her inner pussy, his hand went down to his cock as it strained for freedom, he’d not felt as randy as this in ages, his free hand now came up slowly on the inside of Mirabel’s leg stroking and caressing it’s way up to her love nest.

Mirabel let out a short gasp as she felt his index finger moving soothingly up inside her. His finger was thick and stubby, mainly due to his work as a carpenter. She prayed that he would be gentle when he reached the tight spot, the gyrating movements he was making with his tongue and finger only tantalized her.

Eddy knew he himself couldn’t hold back for to long, the last thing he wanted was to blow his load in his pants. His cock was of an average length of nine maybe 9½ inches, but what worried him was its girth, it would be nearly three inches wide when fully aroused as it was at this present moment. He knew he’d have to get her really excited before he’d ever be able to get it up inside her. He’d never had a virgin in his life; this would be a new experience for both, Eddy was getting really uncomfortable kneeling in front of her it was restricting his cock even more as his pants were to tight for any form of freedom.

Mirabel threw her hands behind her gripping the edge of the sink once more as she felt his chubby finger attempting to advance through her hymen.

“Dad No! I can’t take that!” She squealed out.

Eddy could feel the tautness surrounding his finger from the onset, he did wonder if he should ever get to fuck her, if she was like this with his mere finger; how the hell would he get his cock through? He withdrew it unhurriedly from the restricting aperture, knowing should he hurt her at this stage they’d be no going back; he’d have to be patient and work on her pussy more.

“God Dad, I thought you were going to rip me apart there for a minute. As I said…I don’t think I’m ready yet”

Eddy knew he couldn’t back off now, in doing so he’d never get another chance, it had to be here and now.

“I think it would be better should we go to the bedroom, I’m sure we’d be more comfortable.