This story is completely fictional! Never try to do it in real live! There were two very different things about Kelly when compared to other girls her age, she was totally blind and over-protected by her parents, John and Lisa Tucker. Kelly coped well around the house and even the large back garden but beyond those bounds she relied totally on others for help.
When she wanted to go shopping it was her mother that drove her to the mall and guided her from shop to shop, describing in detail the items her daughter wanted to purchase.
Other outings were undertaken by her father such as visits to the local swimming pool and library where Kelly selected audio books. Each week day a bus would collect her for attendance at a special school and return her at night where her mom would be waiting at the front gate. The same pattern had gone on for years and it never looked as though it would change.
Kelly had come home from school one night and had gone to her room to listen to music. Once she had missed her footing on the way down and fell her length, fortunately with no injuries occurring. Is that fair enough? You go and tell Kelly while I put the dinner on. Knocking again he opened the door and stopped dead in his tracks. Kelly was standing in front of her cupboard naked to the waist, her medium sized breasts jutting out in front of her.
Mesmerized by her beauty, John continued to watch as his daughter felt in a drawer and selected a flimsy black lace bra which she fastened with an expert touch before pulling a fresh T-shirt over her head.
Still he stood there watching, feeling like an intruder but what concerned him the most was the erection in his trousers. He found himself imagining taking one of the delicious orbs in his mouth and sucking the nipple to a swollen erection while fondling the other tit.
Then he began to think about her pussy and what it would be like to fuck his daughter, imagining her tightness crushing his shaft as he pressed into her.
John kept trying to put the evil thoughts to the back of his mind but gave up when he realized that come hell or high water, Kelly would soon lose her virginity to his aching cock.
It was only a case of where and when. Later when John and Lisa sat in the lounge watching TV Kelly entered the room in her shower jacket, her hair still wet and tousled. Kelly never told anyone, but these moments were the highlight of her day.
She could listen to the television and her father always described what was happening keeping her up with the story line. But what made it so special, was the cuddle from her father, it made her feel so safe and secure in her dark world. He began to wonder about her vulva, how tight was she, did she have hair on it and how wet would her crack get when she was aroused. Kelly thought nothing of the fact that her daddy had slipped his hand beneath the hem of her shower jacket; after all, he often caressed her during these intimate sessions.
But she did find the hard lump she was sitting on a little disconcerting. Several lessons at the special school had been devoted to sex education and the students had been given all the information they would need.
Was her mother doing something that had caused the response from daddy? Then the breath caught in her throat as his hand suddenly moved from above her knee and in-between her legs and pressed against the soft inner flesh of her thigh.
She could never remember her daddy touching like that before. Kelly was both excited and frightened at the same time and more than a little confused at the feelings that seemed to sweep through her body. For a long time Kelly lay in her bed trying to come to terms with what had happened. Was there some other explanation for the hard lump she had sat on and was the way daddy touched her accidental?
Was her pussy wet?