Finally, when she was sure I had no more to give, she pulled away from my cock. The panties covering my face were pulled away and I felt her hands turning my face to her. I reached my lips up in anticipation of her kiss, but she teased me for a few seconds rubbing her nose against mine like an Eskimo kiss.
Then, as I was about to become angry, her lips met mine and we opened our mouths together. We kissed deeply, sharing my hot cum and sucking each other’s tongue as we shared our love. The emotions I felt while we kissed were stronger than at any time I could remember and when the kiss ended, I was literally spent.
As she pulled away from the kiss, I felt the wetness of our spit and my cum all over my face. I laid there in complete emotional bliss and exhaustion trying to catch my breath.
“I love you, sweetheart.” She said. “Just rest now, baby. We’re going to undo your hands and help you take your legs down out of the stirrups and cover you with a sheet so you can rest while we clean up. I want you to keep your eyes closed and rest for a few minutes, then we’ll have a quick bite to eat and move to the last procedure.”
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DADDY, PLEASE UNDRESS ME
Exhibitionist daughter & dad, thrown together by fate.
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My 19 year old daughter is an exhibitionist. Now, before you start to think I’m a bad parent for seeming to be proud of this, there are some things you need to know. Let me start there.
Three years after my wife and I were married, she went to see a doctor to find out why she couldn’t get pregnant. All her tests were fine so I was sent to have tests done, too. My test results came back with the answer. Apparently, I was what they called “Sperm Zero” or, functionally sterile being in the zero percent viable sperm category. Even though I could ejaculate normally, the sperm count was virtually non-existent. They put me on some medication, but, it only got me to the 2% range, and that wasn’t near enough to conceive. We were told that without intervention, we would not have children.
My wife was crushed while I felt guilty and inadequate as a man. We finally told our families. My family understood, but, I overheard her mother refer to me as being ‘defective’. The hurt deepened and she and I started to grow apart.
About six months later, a teenage girl living in our apartment complex became pregnant. Seeing her in the laundry room, my wife asked her if she was going to keep the baby. As a result of their conversation, we offered to fund a private adoption and take the baby after birth. We also offered an additional sum of money to get her started at the local junior college, and to our surprise she agreed to everything. She didn’t want to keep the baby and didn’t want to have an abortion, either.
Our attorney suggested that we move out of the apartment into another apartment complex as soon as we could. Then arrange to move out of the area, preferably out of state actually, after the baby arrived as well as severe any ties we had to the girl or mutual friends. We took all the advice and once the baby was delivered we quickly moved to Sacramento, California where I took a civil service job.
Crissy (short for Christina), was a beautiful child and perfect for us. We had never been happier and Crissy’s presence in our life made all the hurt and past problems go away.
When Crissy was turning 1, we took her to the doctor for her checkup and shots. During the checkup, we noticed that the doctor kept looking in Crissy’s ears and making noises. In some cases, Crissy didn’t respond to the noises. The doctor sent us to a Pediatric EENT, who, after a series of examinations, told us that Crissy had a significant hearing loss. Further tests showed that Crissy had some nerve damage and it was generally considered that this type of problem was not repairable. We were sent to a specialist, a surgeon, who told us this type of defect couldn’t be fixed by surgery, either, and out best option would be to return to the EENT and follow his instructions.
So, Crissy was fitted with infant hearing aids and we took some classes to help us understand what she could and couldn’t hear. They suggested we start sign language and lip reading classes.
I began them immediately. I also read everything I could find on deafness. I learned a lot, too. Deafness affects not only hearing, but the ability to speak. It has social and personality implications, too many of them carrying the potential of long term emotional harm.
My wife, on the other hand, was determined to help Crissy by ignoring the problem and eventually not even acknowledging that there was a problem. It became a huge barrier between us since I refused to sit back and not do everything possible to help Crissy out.
Two years later, my wife divorced me and the court gave physical custody of Crissy to her. I was able to see Crissy on a regular basis, though. In fact, my wife was all too happy for me to come pick her up and keep her over the weekend. As Crissy grew up and we tried to ‘mainstream’ her into public schools, things got tougher. Crissy didn’t pay attention and wasn’t social with other kids. Her grades were poor and she was almost held back every year. They made fun of her hearing aids and called her “Robot Girl.” At home, the relationship between Crissy and her mother was tense most of the time. A lot of yelling and ignoring each other.
But, when Crissy came to see me, she was a different person. She was a lovable, kind, and respectful child. She was a perfect angel. We played sign language games, played lip reading games and grew closer with each visit. On the other hand, the relationship between my ex-wife and Crissy was getting worse each day. By the time Crissy was a teenager, she refused to wear her hearing aids at home so she could ignore her mother. She was rebellious and in constant trouble. Still, when she came to my house, she was always an angel.
I did well in my job. Hell, that’s all I had in my life except Crissy. One year I got an unusually large, rather embarrassing bonus. I immediately took Crissy to a hearing specialist in Philadelphia where she got fitted for some new hi-tech inner ear devices that worked wonders for Crissy. You should have seen her eyes light up when they put them in. She jumped up, stomped her feet, clapped her hands and ran to me and jumped into my arms. It was the happiest day in my life. The doctor and I sat back and smiled as she made little noises with the things in the doctor’s office banging them together, moving a chair, it was amazing to see her react to sound.
We could now easily talk back and forth at a normal volume. Unfortunately, Crissy’s voice hadn’t developed well because she spent years unable to hear herself clearly, but, I could understand her just fine and we took to seeing movies, reading to each other and growing close. Soon, her speaking was much better and I could see her whole personality change. I even took her to a BSB concert where she got to experience live music for the first time.
Crissy never had a circle of friends because most kids avoided her. She wasn’t like them. She didn’t talk like them and she didn’t hear like them. All the way through high school, she never had a real date or was asked to a dance or a prom. She told me once that she didn’t care about all of that, but, I didn’t believe her. Her mother told me she heard her cry sometimes at night and it broke my heart. To make things worse, her mother was not offering her any sympathy and told her she needed to ‘toughen up’.
I was happy when she finally told me there was a boy that was showing some interest in her. It was her senior year. Her grades had picked up and she was maturing into a beautiful young lady. Her skin was perfectly clear and her hair was luxurious, thick and long. She started to dress more femininely and if you wouldn’t have known she was almost deaf, you would have thought she was one of the most popular girls in school.
After her high school graduation, she finally went out with Chad. He seemed like a good kid. When I met him, I asked him to be conscious and considerate of Crissy’s condition. I was happy when he told me that he would. She came to see me one weekend and told me that things were starting to get serious with Chad and when I asked how serious, she told me not to worry saying “Daddy, I’m still a virgin.”
Although I wasn’t trying to find that out, it was a relief to hear and I was happy she felt comfortable enough to tell me that. I tried to have a quick talk with her about STD’s and being safe and using ‘protection’, but, she surprised me by saying that she knew everything about everything had been on birth control for two years already at the recommendation of her doctor. Apparently, birth control pills can help ease the pain and discomfort of severe menstrual cramping. I never knew that, but I definitely question the wisdom of giving sexually curious young girls birth control pills!
The weekend before her 19th birthday, she was at my house and we were talking about Chad. “Daddy, I really like him,” she said, “I really really like him.”
She confided in me that he was taking her someplace special for her birthday and hoped they would be able to find a place where they could be ‘alone’. Crissy told me she was ready to be ‘romantic’ with Chad, and I could see a little sparkle in her eye. I knew she wasn’t in ‘real love’ with Chad, but maybe this was a puppy-love kind of thing – part of growing up, and she was finally able to experience a male-female relationship. In as much as I wasn’t thrilled to think about my daughter in the back seat of a car with her legs up while Chad pumped my little girl, I was happy that there was some romantic action in her life. She needed it and I had to just let things run it’s course.
She left to go home from my house around noon on Sunday, much earlier that she usually does. Normally, she would have dinner with me and then head back to her Mom’s house around 9:00 PM. But, upon arriving home, she saw Chad’s car in the driveway. What she found inside broke her into pieces and destroyed the relationship between her and her mother forever.
She found them in her mother’s room. She stood in the doorway, unseen, just long enough to figure out what was going on. Her mother was giving Chad a wild ride, doing the horizontal bop while young Chad was wildly pumping his dick in and out of her. She heard her mother say “She won’t fuck you this good, Chad, she’ll never fuck you like I do. Plus, she doesn’t have any tits, she’s as flat as a board and I know how much you like to titty fuck me. She won’t suck you like I do, either, you know that.”
“Uh-huh, I know,” he said, “She’s a pathetic excuse for a female, but if I stop seeing her, I won’t have any reason to be over here so much. I’ll tell her soon, I promise I will.”
Crissy, arrived back at my house before 1:00 PM. Her face was red and she was sobbing harder than I had ever seen her cry. Her nose was running and she was screaming and cussing in a way I had never seen before.
“Kissy, (my nickname for her) what the hell is going on?” I asked.