Riding My Dad's Best Friend

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We use to cuddle all the time and you never kiss or hug me any more.” I explained, trying to make it sound more innocent. “Even when I was naughty, at least you’d still spank me.” You hold the reins like this,” He said, “And make sure you are in control of the horse at all times.” I smiled, though, thinking it was probably just Picasso trotting. The air against my face felt fresh, and I felt free.

Daddy pulled my face towards His, and kissed me. It wasn’t a soft, fatherly kiss. It was hungry, lustful, and primal. He forced my mouth open to receive His tongue. I wanted to fight Him, but my body responded to His touch. The moment His tongue touched mine, I melted in His arms. Daddy took His hand away from under my chin, and wrapped it around my waist. He held me steady as His tongue darted in and out of my mouth, slowly twisting and dancing with my tongue. This was wrong, and I knew it in my mind. My Daddy had raped me, and stole my virginity, and He was going to defile me again tonight! But for whatever reason, all common sense left me as His tongue ravaged my mouth. I stood there as limp as a raggedy doll, only being held up by His good arm.

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Here, I want to show you a cool spot on a horse trail. I want to take control, and you can sit behind me this time.” He said.

He pulled the straps of my tank top down my shoulders and yanked my top down. My tits flopped out, and I gasped as he snaked his hands around to undo my bra. The plump flesh of my tits were pressed against the fabric of my bra. I leaned to the side, resting my head against his chest. It wasn’t very comfortable, but it was all I’d be getting for now. I sighed, brushing it off as an accident. Besides, there’s nothing sexual going on, anyway. Even if he knew where his hands were, it’s not like there’s anything wrong because there is nothing inherently sexual about it. You never expressed to me that you wanted to learn.” He said. I noticed how his hair had strands that were stained by the sun. Highlighted with lighter streaks that seemed to sparkle on his otherwise dark head of hair. I gasped at his words, they turned me on. His hands traveled to my ass cheeks and pushed me against him harder.During this time, my mom was out of town for some psychiatric conference. She was always out of town, so I was used to this. It’s happened again. I don’t know if it was a good or a bad thing…and at this point, I don’t care anymore. It’s starting to feel good for me. I can’t just summarize what He did…I have to give every gory detail about the occurrence. Call it venting. Call it therapy. I just need to let someone know so that it doesn’t devour my soul. Although my innocence has been taken from me, a part of me feels like I deserve it. But let me stop rambling on, and begin my story.

The next time I did it, I waited again until he was watching something that interested him enough to stay seated even while I crawled into his lap.

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Picasso came to a walk as he led us on a trail I’d never been on before. Greenery surrounded us, and soon we approached a forested setting. There was a river below us. I’ve seen pictures were you were holding me as a babe and you carried me with your hand there.” I replied. “When did it become too intimate? It hasn’t changed much, except for some hair.” Lets get you out of this.” He said, unbuttoning my shorts, gesturing me to stand, and yanking them down my knees when I finally did. This is what I decided to change. I kissed my father again, just like I used to when I was little. I kissed him before I went to bed, when I was about to leave or when he said something nice about me. He wrapped his arms around my chest and pulled me closer. “More hugs for my little girl. Got it!” He said. I wonder if he noticed I wasn’t wearing a bra underneath that shirt.