Rebecca is a beautiful blonde girl of twelve years. She is the only daughter of Al and Mary, who also have two sons. Little by little I succeeded to getting the beautiful young Rebecca to open up to me in conversation, until I was able to get her to reveal the entire story about herself and her father, a 38 year old truck driver from Milwaukee. This is her story:

"From the time I was a little girl, I had always admired my dad. He was such a handsome, athletic guy. And very good with his hands.

"I remember one night, it was just past my tenth birthday, I overheard him and mom arguing. It was about a girl he had been seeing, and how now mom didn't want to give in to his sexual advances any more. And he told her that she was no good in bed any more. He finally stormed out of the house, yelling that he was going for a drink. He must have come back after I'd gone to sleep, and patched things up with mom, because the next morning they were laughing and joking with each other as if nothing had happened.

"A few days later, I was in my bedroom doing my homework and he came in and sat on the bed next to me. Mom was out, and wasn't expected back 'til late. We started chatting and he help me out with some of my math problems. When I'd finished my homework we sat together and he put an arm around me and said 'You know you are a very beautiful girl, don't you. And I love you very much.' And all the time he was gently rubbing my arm with his fingers, up and down, up and down, and it felt so good I felt so protected all wrapped up in his arm.

"I leaned my head against his shoulder and said 'I love you too daddy.'

"He kissed me then, on the top of my head, and I could feel his breathing deepen. He said 'Honey, I'd like you to do something for me, I'd like you to come into my bedroom. Would you do that for me sweetheart?'

"I asked 'Why daddy?' and he replied 'I'd just like you to. You're a good little girl, aren't you, and you'd want to do things to help out your old father wouldn't you?'

"I said 'Sure I do. You helped me out with my homework, so it's only fair.' It was the middle of summer, and dad wasn't wearing anything but an old pair of jeans. As for me, I was dressed in a short sleeved blouse and some shorts. I guess that was what was turning him on, getting a look at my bare legs and all.

"I followed him into his bedroom, and dad quickly closed the door behind me. 'Why don't you just lie on the bed sweetheart?' He asked softly, I remember his voice being so different from that other night. Deep and husky and yes! sexy. As I moved dutifully toward the bed, and stretched out on it, it slowly dawned on me just what we were about to do. It's funny, though, that I didn't make any protest. I felt excited. It felt such a natural thing. As I lay there, he stood over me, smiling and breathing hard. I saw him mouthe the word 'beautiful.' I smiled back at him, and even giggled.

"He knealt down by the side of the bed, reached across and started to take off my blouse. He unbuttoned the buttons so gently that it tickled, and I giggled some more. He placed a hand upon my stomach and traced a line up toward my chest. 'You're such a beautiful girl,' he told me in that soft whisper, 'I really love touching you. You have such soft skin. I love being around you.'

"Next, he pulled of my shorts, and as I lay there in nothing but my panties, he reached out with both hands and traced a line around the waist-band. Then he hooked both thumbs around the elastic and pulled down, removing them completely. As he did so, I kicked up my feet and flopped them down again. Of course dad had seen me naked many times, when bathing me and the like. But this felt very different.

"'Honey, I'm going to touch your mound.' He said, and with that he reached out with his right hand, which was trembling. I saw his face had flushed, and I could tell he was feeling all kinds of emotion. He reached down with his hand and, ever so gently, permitted his fingers to tickle my pubic mound. 'You've got such a beatuful cunt,' he smiled, 'I really love touching you here. Oh, it feels so good baby. Honey, you're such a good girl.'

"At first dad confined himself with stroking my pubic mound, but very soon he began tracing his fingers around the whole vagina. As he touched my hot velvety mound, I began feeling all kinds of excitement. I started moving my body in response to his finger action, and he moved his fingers faster than before. 'Oh honey, you're so wonderful,' he exclaimed, 'Sweetheart. You like me touching you there, don't you. You have the most beautiful pussy I've ever seen. A whole lot more beautiful than your mother's pussy. Oh baby, now that I've got your pussy, I don't want any other. No, just my little girl Rebecca's pussy.'

The faster my dad moved his fingers around and over and into my pussy, the more of those wonderful sensations pulsed through my entire body. I didn't know it then, I was too young, but they must have been my first mini-orgasms.

After a while, dad removed his fingers from my pussy. At first I didn't want him to stop, I was enjoying the new senations so much. I didn't realize just what he had in mind, or the heightened state it would send me to. 'Have you liked what I've done to you so far?' He asked.

I nodded my head. 'Oh yes, I've really liked it.' I breathed. 'I didn't want you to stop I was enjoying it so much.'

"My father smiled then and said 'Well, we don't need to stop, if you're enjoying it. I'm going to put my tongue inside your pussy now. I'm going to give you some wonderful feelings... You know that, don't you.'

"I replied 'Oh yes. Yes, dad. You just do anything you want to. It makes me feel so good inside when you do these things to me.'

A serious look came into his eyes. 'I'm not upsetting you by doing these things to you, am I honey? You're not just saying that to please me?'

'Oh no daddy, I'm not upset at all. It makes me feel good, all so warm and tingly inside.'

"The smile returned to daddy's face, and it was a smile of relief. 'I was hoping you'd say something like that.' Then he put his head down between my legs. He started by running his tongue against my left thigh. And it seemed my whole body exploded every time that his tongue tickled my thigh. He licked right up to the side of my pussy, then he did the same thing with my right thigh, then he concentrated his attention entirely on my pussy, sucking and slurping and licking all the time. I arched my back, grinding my clitoris into his mouth, twitching and writhing with each new orgasm until the juices were pulsing from my snatch. Faster and faster now, lapping and sucking at my clit, drawing me ever closer to my first climax. 'Faster, faster,' I squealed, feeling the tremendous heat building in my loins, 'suck me, ah, that feel soooh good. Oh fuck! this is so good.'

"A few blistering tongue strokes later, and the juices started flowing as I experienced my first ever climax. I could tell that it was as big a thrill for my dad. He gobbled like a mad man, swallowing all the white hot juices that shot from my pussy. I collapsed back onto the bed, writhing and panting and sweating as the sensations of orgasm slowly faded. 'Oh, wow. That was such a good feeling.' I panted when the sensations had faded enough. 'Fuck, that was soo good. Oh, thank you dad, thank you.' I reached up, and threw my arms around his neck. He kissed me then, smoothly, right on the lips. It wasn't what you'd call a real hard kiss, but a gentle one. A nice kiss, and I could taste my own juices still on his lips.

"When dad finally removed his lips from mine, I watched him closely as he reached out with his left hand and unbuttoned his trousers. He pulled out his long hard penis and began to jerk his fingers up and down it. At first it made me feel kind of funny to watch him do that, but pretty soon I got used to it. As a matter of fact, after a while I got thinking of his cock as something quite beautiful. I really started to enjoy watching his brisk movements as he kept on moving his fingers smoothly up and down its entire length. 'There's just one thing more I'd like you to do for me today.' he was speaking softly again. 'Reach out with both your hands and play with my cock. Can you do that sweetheart? Let the fingers of you right hand just glide around the tip of it. And with your left hand I'd like you to move your fingers around my balls. Could you do that hon?'

'Like this dad?' I asked as I reached out, following his instructions minutely.

'Oh... Yess... That's so good... Move those fingers, baby. Ah, soo nice. I need this release so bad darling. Come on now, work those fingers, just like I showed you. Oh, yeah, baby, Im getting close now. Work them hands a little faster. Ah, babe, that feels so good... Just a few more strokes now, girl, just...' His voice had been fading all the time until now it was barely a whisper, and his breathing slowed and deepened. I looked up, and his eyes were closed and there was such a dreamy expression on his face.

I pumped his cock faster and harder, determined to please my dad in any way I could. Pumping, pumping, faster and harder with my right hand until eventually dad's cum juiced started spurting out from the tip of his penis. One hot sticky gush hitting me full in the eye. It startled me at first, but I kept on pumping like the good little girl I was. Another stream of spunk hit on the chest just below my right shoulder. Another spurt fell in my hair. My dad's hips were swaying from side to side, and his knees were trembling with each spurt.

Once I had finished my hand job, dad leaned forward and kissed me tenderly on my forehead. 'Thank you, my sweet,' he said, 'I enjoyed every bit of that, you were so kind for doing that for me. I feel so much better now.' I smiled back at him, blinking at him through my one clean eye, the other still caked with his cum juice. He started to laugh gently. 'Come on sweetie, I think you need a bath before you mom comes home.'