Daddy satisfies me so I don't have to be a whore at school

I just turned fourteen, and everything feels different now. Dad has full custody of me since Mom's barely around anymore. I don't remember the last time I saw her without it feeling awkward. But Dad's always been there, taking care of me like no one else.

It started a few weeks after my birthday when I woke up to this weird cramping in my stomach. Blood on my sheets. I freaked out, thinking I was dying or something. I ran to Dad's room, crying, and he calmed me down right away.

"It's your first period, sweetie," he said, hugging me tight. He helped me clean up, showed me how to use pads, and even went to the store to get tampons and painkillers. He was so gentle, rubbing my back while I lay on the couch with a heating pad. From that day, I started noticing boys more. Like, really noticing them. Their strong arms, the way their voices dropped low when they laughed. I just wanted to touch them, listen to them talk, be close enough to smell their skin. It was this itch I couldn't scratch, making my body tingle in places I didn't fully understand yet.

My best friend Nora had a boyfriend, and she wouldn't shut up about how good it felt to touch him, kiss him, just be with him. She said it made everything better, like the world lit up. I was jealous. So I decided I needed one too. At school, I met this immigrant kid from Europe during lunch. His name was Alex, and he had this cute accent. I told Dad about him that night over dinner, excited. "He's nice, Dad. We talked a lot." Dad's face got serious. "Be careful, honey. Boys can be tricky at your age. Just take it slow." I nodded, but I didn't listen. Alex turned out to be more into hanging with his guy friends than me, though. It stung, but I kept looking.

Then I met Sean. He was in my grade, tall with messy brown hair and a smile that made my knees weak. We started hanging out after school, walking home together, sitting on the porch swing at my place since Dad was okay with it as long as I was home before dark.

After a week Sean let me touch him—his hand in mine, my arm around his waist when we hugged. He'd lean in close, his breath warm against my ear as he whispered silly jokes that made me giggle. But it wasn't enough. My desire for him grew every day, this heat building inside me until I couldn't think straight. I wanted to hug him all the time, press my body against his and feel everything.

One afternoon in my room, door locked, Sean sat next to me on the bed.

"You know what you really need Sally?" he said, his voice low and serious. "Sex. That's why you like hugging me so tightly." I blinked, confused. "Sex? Like... what is it exactly?"

"Sex is when I get inside you and after a while you and I cum-- vibrate in ecstasy." I was so confused. He explained it all—how a guy's cock goes into a girl's pussy, thrusting until they both cum, how it feels amazing, like fireworks exploding. My face burned, but I was soaked just hearing it. I was convinced before he asked.

"Lets do it now." I said.

"So greedy Sally." Sean laughed. Then his face became serious. "It's not possible now because you'd get pregnant and ruin your life." I had a lot of questions but he continued before I could ask "First, show me your pussy as I show you my dick." He pulled down his pants, showing me his dick for the first time. It was hard, veiny, poking up from his lap. About six inches in length. I stared, reaching out to touch it tentatively. It twitched in my hand, warm and smooth. For some reason I wanted to suck it. But I lifted my skirt, sliding off my panties so he could see my pussy, the pink soft folds already glistening. It seemed I was wet all the time.

"We gotta be careful," he said. "You need to get on the pill first, so you don't get pregnant." I nodded, everything was making sense now. I agreed but my mind racing with the thought of his cock inside me made my pussy wetter.

I had to tell someone, so I called Nora that night. "I'm planning to have sex with Sean. He showed me his dick, and I showed him my pussy. He will put it inside me." She gasped over the phone. "You didn't know? You'd dad didn't tell you? My dad explained it all to me way before. He even... helped me the first time."

I froze. "Helped? Like how?" Nora laughed softly. "It's normal, silly. Dads help their daughters with the first time because it can be painful. Then I can fuck my boyfriend whenever without worrying."

"Wait, your dad has a dick too? And he... put it in you?"

"Of course. That is what family is for. Daddy has sex with me all the time. You should talk to your dad about this. He is supposed to do it." We talked for a little while longer. I was shocked at everything she told me. Infact she'd had an argument with her boyfriend and she was going to spend the night in her daddys room. I knew Nora's father. He was my dad's best friend. Both of them being single fathers had brought them together. Somehow the thought that he had a dick, let alone put it in Nora had never crossed my mind. Nora's words swirled in my head all night.

The next day, I went to school as usual but Sean had called in sick. The day felt so empty. Nora was all giggly. She even whispered to me that she had the best night of her life. She asked whether I'd talked to my dad yet. I promised to talk to him later.

After dinner, I sat Dad down in the kitchen as he was taking some wine. "Dad, I need to go on the pill. I have a boyfriend, Sean's my boyfriend, and we want to have sex."

Dad gave me a weary look,
"I guess one day it would have to happen. Don't you think it's too early?"

"No Dad, it's not. Nora is my age mate and she is doing it. Her dad even helped her with her first time, showed her everything. And even now does it to her whenever she needs it."

Dad's eyes went wide, his wine glass pausing mid-air. "Nora? My best friend's daughter? No, baby, that's not... he shouldn't have done that."

I shrugged. "She says it's what families are supposed to do. Dads help like that. But I guess you don't want to so I will just do it with Sean. Please, just get me the pill?" He looked torn, rubbing his face.

"Okay, honey. I'll make the appointment tomorrow." He stood up abruptly and went to his room, saying he needed sleep.

But later that night, after I'd washed, changed into my nightie and climbed into bed, the door creaked open. Dad slipped in, wearing just his boxers.
"Honey, I can do a few things to help you, but you promise not to talk about it? Not even with Nora." My heart pounded. "I promise, Dad."

He sat on the edge of the bed, his hand sliding up my thigh under the covers. Gently, he pushed my legs apart and lowered his head. His mouth covered my pussy, tongue licking slow circles around my clit. I gasped, fingers twisting in the sheets as heat built fast. Mmmh. I moaned in pleasure. He sucked gently, tongue dipping inside me, tasting my wetness. For some reason I was wet like a swamp today. It felt so good, waves crashing until I squirted juices flooding his face. He licked it all up, humming against me.

"Now, honey, I'm going to give you the greatest pleasure. It'll hurt at first, but then it'll feel so good. Bite your lower lip so you don't scream."

I nodded, remembering Nora's warning about pain. I watched as he stood and dropped his boxers. His cock sprang free—thicker and longer than Sean's, veins bulging, the head leaking some fluid. I stared, a strange ache making me wish it would push into me right then.

"Okay, Daddy." He climbed onto the bed, leaning down. "First, let me kiss your mouth the way I kissed your little pussy. Relax and trust me." His lips met mine, soft at first, then his tongue probed in, swirling with mine. I moaned into his mouth, tasting myself on him.

Then I felt it—something hard and sharp pressing at my entrance. He thrust forward, his cock stretching me open. It burned, tearing a loud moan from my throat as he sank deeper, filling me completely. He stayed that way just frozen looking deep into my eyes his face contorted into something that looked like pain.

"So tight my Sally." Dad groaned, his hips pulling back before slamming in again. The pain faded into this incredible fullness, pleasure sparking with every thrust. He rammed my pussy with slow deliberate thrusts that indeed were the greatest pleasure. I convulsed around him, my pussy clenching as orgasms ripped through me one after another.

"Baby, cum for me," he whispered, voice rough. "Daddy likes your pussy. I am going to fuck you harder now." Those words made me even wetter, my juices soaking us both, and I came again, as he began thrusting harder, ramming me relentlessly. I held on to him tight nails digging into his back. It was as if I wanted his cock in me forever.

His thrusts got frantic, hips pounding faster until he pulled out with a grunt. Hot cream shot from his cock, splattering across my tummy in thick ropes. He grabbed a wet towel from the bathroom, wiping me clean gently. Then he pulled me into his arms, cuddling me close.

"Baby, I love you." I snuggled against his chest, the ache for Sean completely gone.

"Daddy, if feel like I don't need a boyfriend anymore. Is it normal?"

"Yes, dear. It is. I've satisfied you now. You can leave the boys alone, focus on your studies. I'll help you overcome these desires by taking care of you myself. You can date when you're twenty, or when you want to get married." I thought about it.

"Okay, Daddy. But what if I want it all the time?"

"Then you tell me."

I bit my lip. "Daddy, I want it again now."

He smiled, turning me onto my back. His mouth found mine again, kissing deep as his cock, already hard, poked at my pussy. He slid in easily this time, no pain, just pure bliss as he fucked me slow and steady. My dad satisfying me like this meant I didn't have to chase boys at school, didn't have to risk running after boys. This was better—safe, loving, all mine.