From: OneSickPuppy@HotMail.com   
      
   Story: My First Period -2 of 2   
   - The Carnival   
      
   by bobandcarole   
      
       It was June 17th.  I remember it very well as that day (a Saturday)   
   became my Daddy's and my anniversary.  I was 12 years old and it was the   
   day I gave him my virginity.   
      
       Where to begin, where to begin...  Well I guess the story really begins   
   after my first period.  That was when Daddy started telling me that "it"   
   would happen soon (as I would ask him like every few days).  Waiting for   
   that to happen was worse than the anticipation build up for Christmas!!!   
   Because at least then I had a target date that I could mark on the   
   calendar.   
      
       But I didn't know and it frustrated me.  I know now, in hind-site and of   
   course talking to my dad, that he was purposely avoiding any sexual contact   
   with me to build up both our sexual appetites and make our first time   
   together very special.  I played with myself a lot during that time, and   
   many a time I made myself raw. But I was always careful not to rupture   
   myself.  Yes, I knew about my hymen and I knew it why it was there and what   
   would happen the first time I was made love to.  I knew it would hurt, and   
   to be honest, I kind of dreaded the pain as even today I am a total wimp   
   when it comes to pain.  And yet, I barely gave it much thought as the   
   butterflies in my tummy and the burning itch in my groin was making me do   
   sexual back flips (figurative language of course - though I could do cart   
   wheels.).   
      
       But Dad had it all planned out, as I said.  He was and still is a good   
   schemer.  On the night of the 16th as I was giving him a kiss and hug good   
   night, he reached up my over sized T-shirt to my panties and stroked my   
   pussy.  It had been so long (almost two months) since he had touched me   
   there that I almost came at first contact.  As mom was upstairs getting   
   things ready for the night, I knew we had a few seconds together and it   
   felt sooooooo good.  I was rocking against his fingers and I could feel his   
   erection against my leg.  I wanted him soooo badly it hurt.   
      
       I jumped when we heard mom coming down the stairs and he gave my soaking   
   pussy a friendly squeeze and whispered in my ear "tomorrow night." I jumped   
   on his lap and kissed him and hugged him tight before running off, thinking   
   of what tomorrow may have in store for me.  I don't know how many times I   
   thought about it that night, but I was exhausted the next morning.  I   
   hadn't slept a wink, not because of my anticipation of what was to come.   
      
       I guess mom saw something in my face because she asked me if I was   
   feeling OK.  I didn't want her thinking I was sick or something, so I   
   forced myself to brighten up and it wasn't really hard to do as I was   
   already just about ready to burst something, so I let some of my enthusiasm   
   out and wolfed down my cereal as I sat watching cartoons on TV.   
      
       It wasn't long before Dad got up.  I know he and mom didn't have sex the   
   night before as I had been listening.  I was glad they didn't.  As he came   
   out into the living room, he flashed me his penis under his robe before   
   going out to join mother who was in the kitchen.   
      
       I heard them talking, so I turned the TV down to eavesdrop.  They were   
   having a tidbit of an argument.  I hated them as they always depressed me   
   and made me worry.  I loved dad and enjoyed pleasing him, but I also loved   
   my mom and was always afraid that hey would get a divorce.  The fears of   
   any child, I guess.  My parents are still together.   
      
       From what I overheard (and of course my after-the-fact knowledge) I   
   figured out that there was a small festival going on downtown and Dad   
   wanted to take me and mom there to have some fun on the rides.  Well mom   
   hates crowds and so she never liked festivals or fairs, etc.  Dad knew she   
   would turn him down, he was counting on it.  And in fact it was mom that   
   suggested that he take me alone and make it a daddy- daughter day.  So   
   after a few minutes he "relented."   
      
       As for me, I was sort of crestfallen.  I didn't want to go to some   
   stupid carnival.  I wanted to be fucked.  So when dad came in to tell me   
   the news, I was in a glum mood and gave him the "evil eye," of which he   
   just smiled and winked.  It confused me, but it didn't take me long to   
   catch on that the carnival was a ploy.   
      
       So I hurried to get dressed and brush my teeth and hair.  I put on a   
   pair of yellow shorts and a white tank- top that showed (what I thought   
   anyway) off my just beginning to bud breasts.  It would be another 6-8   
   months before I really had nubbins to speak of, and I was totally hairless   
   till I was almost 14!  I pulled on a pair of grungy tennis shoes and waited   
   very impatiently while dad took his time in the shower and getting ready.   
   And what made things worse was that mom was giving me this speech about   
   minding Dad and not wandering off, etc.  Then FINALLY Dad was ready to go.   
      
       He gave mom a quick kiss goodbye and told her we'd be back late this   
   evening.  I was so excited to get going, but mom caught me by the arm and   
   pulled me in for a gushy hug and said to remember what she'd told me and   
   have fun.  Dad asked her once more if she wanted to come along, and my   
   heart stopped beating until she answered no.  That she would just stay home   
   and get caught up on some work and watch some TV.   
      
       I bounded into the passinger side of Dad's red ford pickup and waited   
   for him to casually climb into the cab.  When he did he smiled at me and   
   squeezed my thigh reassuringly.  I was ready to burst I tell you.  I just   
   wanted him to take me away and make love to me.  Where are we going I asked   
   him as I waved bye to mom.  And he responded tot he carnival of course.  No   
   we ain't I said and he looked at me and said quizzically "we're not?  then   
   were are we going?" I shrugged my shoulders and sat back against the seat.   
   I wasn't sure where we were going.  My mind thought of people's houses,   
   motels, and even the back of his truck, but he wouldn't answer me.   
      
       Well, by that time I really didn't know what to think, especially since   
   we were headed down town - toward the carnival.  And sure enough, Dad parks   
   close by, but as he got out, he told me to stay and wait for him, so I did.   
   About 15 minutes later he comes back with a couple of pepsis, hotdogs,   
   popcorn, two bags of cotton candy, a large, light green teddy bear and a   
   couple of other little prizes.   
      
       He smiles at me and says evidence, and I laugh and grab at the cotton   
   candy.  Dad gets in and sets the teddy bear between us and as it is almost   
   noon, we munch out.  Just as we were getting done, he takes this big god of   
   ketchup and mustard and wipes it on my shirt.  He laughs at my indignation   
   and reminds me how often I don't make a mess.  But I had been trying that   
   day!  But he was right.   
      
      
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