We make love

We kissed, not as a father and daughter should, but the way I'd kissed boys before, passion and lust in equal measure, not the chaste kiss of family members. I heard him tell me to take the bottoms off, and as I did so, he kept kissing me, using his knee to spread my thighs open. The straps on the side were a quick tug and my bikini bottom came free, the cloth slipping down as I spread my legs to reveal my teenage bush, naturally soft and trim, a perfect little bush. Why I apologized to him I'll never know, but he hushed me, slipping out of his boxers, ensuring he was as naked as me.

I'd expected he'd immediately go for the main course, most boys want to, and he did but with his lips and mouth. I'd never experienced oral, and fuck it felt good. He kept it up for a bit, showing me sust how good a real man could be with more then just his penis. He must have known when was the right time as eventually, his lips moved up my young body, pussy, belly button, letting his cock move into position between my legs. I moaned his name through this, and once his cock was lodged at the entrance of my pussy, he cupped my head, telling me it would hurt. I trusted him, and told him as much, feeling him press into me for the first time, an inch at first, the first cock to ever do so.

I whimpered a little when I felt some pressure inside. I knew what it was, but dad knew how to deal with it. I whimpered once more when he pushed hard, tearing through my hymen, my virginity now in tatters. It stung, but the feeling of my dad's cock drilling into my pussy quickly replaced that pain with one of pleasure. We kissed and carresed for a bit, letting me get used to the feeling of him inside me before he decided to go deeper.

They say virgins are tight, and Asians even more so. Perhaps it is a racial stereotype, but regardless, it seemed I was tight as Dad had to pull back slightly, before pressing in deeper. I could feel his glans driving deeper with each thrust, the shaft tugging at my young pussy as he slipped back a little each time. He was fucking me, working as much of himself into me as he could go. Giving into my fantasy I moaned, begging him to hilt me, put every last inch of his cock in my pussy. I assured him when he asked me, that I wanted this, I wasn't scared.

Well I wasn't scared, not of the sex. Getting caught perhaps, but not scared of the sex. My body was beyond caring, all I wanted was to make love, to take this fantasy to the logical conclusion. It seemed to spur us both on as we got more vigorous, only slowing when he hit my cervix, causing some discomfort deep inside.