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The most imaginative teenager at the high school in Colton, Indiana, was Jo Ann Blaine. It was this imagination that had made her the leading ingйnue in school plays even though it was her first year in the high school. It was this same imagination that kept Jo Ann from doing well in the practical subjects such as math, geography, and languages, while she excelled in the various English courses.
If Jo Ann went to the movies, when she emerged, in her mind she was the heroine on screen. She had, in fact, sneaked into an R-rated movie, and for the first time had witnessed simulated intercourse, and all the way home, she dreamily saw herself as the woman on the bed being poked into by the handsome hero.
Once at home, a small two-storey attached home on a street similar to countless other streets in the neighborhood, Jo Ann had to watch herself because her parents were very strict. They had done their best to guard her from anything having to do with sex, though once she had started high school it had been all but impossible for the young teenager to be kept ignorant of how babies were made, and the good feelings that went with it, so that so many girls in high school were already performing the ritual even if they were in no mood to accept the consequences.
At night, in her bed, Jo Ann listened to the silence coming from her parents' room and imagined what was going on in there. Unlike other young girls her age, Jo Ann was quite willing to accept the fact that her parents still "did it!"
One night, certain her parents were indulging, she had left her bed and had sneaked into the bathroom, silently shutting the door, and had put a glass to the bathroom wall which was against the headboard her parents' bed, and she had listened to them whisper as they had gone about gratifying one another.
That night, she returned to bed, the words still in her head, and in her overactive imagination, her father was coming into her bed. Not that her father was that great to look at, but he was experienced when it came to sex, and Jo Ann was certain a man like her father would make it feel good for her right from the beginning. Her imagination was so vivid, that she fell asleep thinking about what it would be like to be fucked by her father. Naturally she would not be able to use the word "fuck" when with him, but in her own mind there was nothing wrong with the word. It described perfectly the action of sexual intercourse. In her mind, sex was performed the way she had seen it simulated on the screen. So in her dream, she was lying on her side, her left side, in bed. Her ears, in the dream, picked up the sound of the shower going, and she knew her mother was in the bathroom.
Then he was there, his hand reaching out and touching her small, forming mammary. In her dream she almost jumped out of bed as his hand caressed her.
"Hush!" the man hissed. "I've been lying on the floor beside your bed just waiting until your mother went to the bathroom. Move over a little and let Daddy in."
Daddy looked so much taller and thinner in her dream. His naked body seemed baby like and hairless, except for the thorn bush at his groin. The penis was somewhat obscure, since the girl had never seen an erect male organ in her young life.
"Be quiet, Daddy," she warned. "Do be careful."
His hands, large and strong, caressed her young body, and her heart leaped at the touch of him as the rattle of water in the shower sounded much louder than it ever had in real life since she was at the other end of the hall from the bathroom.
Her father slid beneath the sheet covering her, and he began kissing her girlish body, running his hot tongue over the hard, swollen nipples and biting tenderly on the slightly swollen mounds, themselves. The girl rolled herself against the man in her dream, and he lifted his face to her. She shuddered as she felt the imaginary penis press itself against her body. In her dream, it felt like soft velvet, totally lacking the hardness that would have been necessary for penetration. The texture was smooth.
Her lips were pressed against her daddy's ear, and she whispered in it, "Do you shower with Mommy?"
"Sometimes," her dream father replied.
"How does she shower?" the girl wanted to know. "Does she soap herself all over? Does she cover those big breasts of hers with suds? Does she coat her groin with soap, too? Mommy's not like me down there," Jo Ann continued. "I haven't started growing hair down there, even though I'm shaving under my arms. Is Mommy really hairy in her crotch?"
"Yes, darling," her father whispered in her ear. "Thick brown hair, all springy and curled like a sponge. Now be quiet because we don't want mommy to hear us… "
"Didn't you do it with her today, Daddy?" Jo Ann asked in her dream.
"No," her father replied. "Your mother is a school teacher, and she's always in a hurry in the mornings. Besides, we don't make love all that often anymore. It's not like when we were young, and it was all so new and thrilling, like when we were first married."
"But I'm young, Daddy," she insisted. "Do I thrill you the way Mommy used to when you were first married?"
For an answer she felt his hand move between her thighs, though it felt suspiciously like her own hand, for when she had been awake, Jo Ann had often stroked her vagina. The girl lifted her right leg and let it lay on top of her father's left leg. She gasped as she felt the velvet length of what was supposed to be his penis move into her, and in her dream it was much like the pressure of her own middle finger. Like her own middle finger, it only went as far as her hymen, then stopped. But then, in her dream, his penis wasn't any longer and was unable to reach any deeper. The organ was not only inside, but seemed to be rubbing lengthwise along her slit, as well.
So good! Jo Ann thought, feeling her clitoris stimulated as it had been when she had rubbed it with her own fingers.
So this was fucking. This was what it was like to enjoy sex. In a way it was disappointing because it was so much like masturbation, but masturbation felt good, and so did this. The more she had, the more she craved. She wanted her daddy's cock locked inside her so much, she was willing to risk her mommy's wrath to have it.
In her dream, water continued raining in the shower stall in the distant bathroom, and through the walls, Jo Ann imagined hearing her mother hum as she washed herself.
Her father's soft, velvet cock continued to stroke, both in and out, and she clamped her labia around it all the more firmly. When she had started masturbating a few weeks earlier, Jo Ann had discovered it enhanced the feeling when she tightened her muscles that much more, and over a period of weeks had developed her vaginal muscles without realizing it, until they were stronger than the muscles of most experienced whores. Now she tried urging the imaginary penis deeper as she wiggled her tight, tiny ass, helping to seat it that much more firmly inside the oven of her cunt. Reaching down, she wrapped her arms around her daddy's buttocks, sliding one arm beneath him, and the other arm over him, marveling at how slender his waist was, when all the other times she had seen it, it had been somewhat corpulent. Ah, his adorable penis was buried as far into her as possible, sliding hungrily in and out of her vagina, their pelvic mounds crashing together again and again as she snuggled her father's cock even deeper into her.
"I'll bet Mom is rubbing soap all over those nice big breasts of hers right now," she murmured. Then she said words she had heard her mother say when she had been listening through the bathroom wall. She said, "Slide that hard organ into me, Daddy. Just think, in the bathroom, Momma is standing naked, taking a shower, and water is running through her cunt lips while your crotch is tight against your daughter's daddy. She doesn't know we're fucking, does she? She doesn't know that her very own daughter is taking her husband's prick inside her belly. She trusts you because she knows you've never cheated on her before, Daddy."
"That's because I never wanted to cheat on her before," her dream father whispered. "But with you, I can't help myself."
"Fuck me more and more, Daddy," she gasped.
"So good," the man in her dream whispered. "You're so soft and snuggly inside. I love the feel of your young, flat belly sliding over me this way. I love screwing you, Jo Ann. I want to go on doing it. You have the best, tightest, hottest little pussy in the whole world and your daddy loves it. Now that I've fucked it once, I have to go on fucking it again and again."
"Yes, yes, yes," Jo Ann murmured, rolling her hips and working her flat belly across her daddy's hard stomach.
Her mind remembered seeing photos of male statues with small penises resting against the sac containing the male testicles, and so in her dream she imagined that sac now slapping against her thigh. The cock, which she had called hard, but which her mind was unable to accept as anything other than soft velvet, continued pistoning slowly in and out of the tightness of her virginal womb, somehow or other stroking her clitoris the way the heel of her hand did when she pushed her finger into her vagina.
"Do you really like my cunt?" she asked timidly.
"I love it," he whispered. "I adore it. I'll never get bored with this wonderful little pussy. I can no more get bored with it than with the blue of the sky or the warmth of the sun, or life, itself. Why honey, you're cunt is the most important thing in the world to your daddy. I adore it, I worship it, and I want to fuck and fuck and fuck it again and again."
"Hush, Daddy! Fuck it all you want. Fuck your little girl to your heart's desire, but do it quietly because we don't want mommy finding out, do we?" In her dream, forbidden words were being emphasized.
The lovely girl hiked her crotch a little bit more, drawing it back, then riding the forward thrusts of her daddy's soft velvet as she felt it steadily fed into her narrow center again and again. Wanting to feel it more, she clamped her muscles all the more tightly around it, gyrating her lovely hips so she would be able to feel the glorious pressure created by that softness all over the inner glove of her clamping vagina.
Waves of carnal passion rode through the young girl as never before, and she rocked her small, tight ass, while pressing her firm young breasts into her daddy's hairless chest. Her hands clung to the flat cheeks of his equally hairless buttocks, clinging to them and pulling him all the more powerfully into her heaving vagina, grinding and hunching.
The words hissed out of her as she felt the need to use forbidden words even more. The sounds came sibilant and low between her clenched teeth: "Oh, you beautiful fucker, you. My wonderful daddy is fucking me with his hot, hard cock. Come on, Daddy. Fuck your little girl's tight cunt. Oh, you sneaky little cunt-stealer, you… do it to me, Daddy… shoot that wonderful stuff in you into me, and let me know you've come. Ooooooohhhhh… I can't stand much more of this… I'm going out of my mind, daddy… ohhhhh… you're the most wonderful cocksman in the whole wide world. Now!"
His sperm came bursting forth, roaring from the head of his penis, and in her mind it was like warm water blasting from a hose, not in bursts, but in a steady wash, inundating the walls of her shuddering young vagina, making her all hot and wet inside. It was eager semen, semen that belonged to her daddy, but it was as thin as her own oils as it splashed ecstatically into her.
Jo Ann's cunt sucked on the soft velvet, and that was when her own orgasm rose swiftly. Having trained herself to come quietly, she did so now, bucking back and forth on her bed.
That was when she realized she was alone in the dark. Her orgasm had once again been self-induced. Her daddy had not been there. No one had been there. She had fingered herself in her sleep, while dreaming.
Now her body was sapped of all energy, and the lovely girl slowly fell into a deeper sleep, a sleep wherein she didn't dream. Totally relaxed, she slept through the night.
The next morning, when she awoke, she realized she had given herself the best climax she's ever had, but it still wasn't good enough. She wanted more… needed more. It was time for her to stop dreaming and to become sexually involved with the opposite sex. But her dream haunted her, and though she knew she would never be able to convince her father to fuck her, she also knew she didn't want to be "stuck" by some inexperienced kid who didn't know what he was doing. She had to start out with a man.