Saving My Virginity for My Birthday

Daddy’s lap was big and comfy. Since Momma died when I was 10, he’d always cuddled me and cared for me. I was so tiny on his lap, I always thought I was like a dolly next to him. Daddy was tall, strong, and big all over. His shoulders were so wide, he barely fit through doorways. My brothers were big like him, too, muscled and strong, but not too bright. Daddy said I got Momma’s brains and size, while my brothers got his size and that was all. That sounded about right.

I’d gone to Daddy for comfort after my brothers tried to corner me in my room. They were always trying to see up my shirt or skirt, but I was saving myself like Momma had wanted. Daddy’s powerful arms surrounded me, and his hand stroked my thigh, practically surrounding my leg with his long fingers.

“Lola, have you been good about saving your cherry like a good girl?”

I nodded, snuggling up against his chest. I’d been so good about keeping boys away from me. Even my brothers hadn’t been able to do more than have a peek.

“Good girl. Your momma was very insistent that I save your virginity until you were at least 19. Your birthday’s tomorrow. You know what that means, right?”

I nodded again, and looked up at him with trepidation. “You’re going to be my first, right Daddy?”

He squeezed me closer, his massive cock hardening against my hip. I tried not to look, but it throbbed against me, stretching out his pants like it was trying to get to me. I peeked down, and gulped. It was so big, I felt faint at the thought that he’d be taking it out of his pants and putting it in me tomorrow.

“That’s right, baby. Momma wanted me to save your cherry, but she didn’t realize I’d be saving it just for me. I thought I could give you up to some boy your age once you were of age, but once you were grown, well, I realized I had to keep you for myself. You’re my girl, right?”

I nodded and stretched up to kiss his whiskered cheek, then told him what I knew he expected from me, though it wasn’t what I really wanted. “I’m all yours, Daddy.”

“That’s what I want to hear. I’m not sure Momma would have approved of what I have planned for you, but she’s not here, is she? It’s up to me to make the decisions about what’s best for you, and I’m going to keep you with me. You’re going to take your momma’s place in this house and in my bed.”

He was so happy with his plan, but it sounded like a life sentence to me. I’d wanted to have a normal life, but that wasn’t what I’d have as Daddy’s substitute wife.

“You see what you do to me, baby?”

He looked down at his crotch, fisting the massive tent, and I sucked in a breath. Daddy wanted to put his cock in me, and I didn’t think it would fit. Truth be told, I was scared. I’d never put anything inside me before, not even my finger, and Daddy’s bulge looked awfully big. Bigger than my brothers’ bulges, and theirs were so huge, people were always giving them uncomfortable looks when they were hard and showing through their pants in public. Which was often. They seemed to be stiff most of the time, and I frequently overheard them jerking off in the bathroom or their bedrooms.

I wasn’t keen on the idea of my first time being with my own daddy. I’d had a few crushes in high school, but Daddy always said I had to save myself, and wouldn’t let me go out with anyone. He didn’t admit that he intended my first time to be him until a few months ago, though, and since then, he’d been extra cuddly. He had me on his lap every evening, and stroked my thighs or my side, sometimes even my butt. He couldn’t seem to keep his hands off me, and his touches grew bolder every day.

“Give me a kiss and show me how much you love me, baby.” He leaned down, and his wide mouth enveloped mine, kissing my lips like a lover would do. I froze up. It was one thing to hear him say he was going to be having sex with me, but this was so intimate. His lips and tongue were insistent, though, and I opened my mouth to him. He swept in and explored my mouth, rubbing against my tongue to encourage me to kiss him back. His thick lips mashed against mine, wet and demanding, dwarfing my own small mouth.

“She giving you tongue, son?” Grampa’s raspy voice called out from his recliner next to us. I broke off the kiss, embarrassed that he’d commented on what we were doing. He was a strange old fella, and had lived with us for as long as I can remember. He must have been as big as Daddy when he was young, but had withered somewhat in his old age. He was still strong, despite his age, and often helped Daddy in the garage. I once saw him lift two tires at once, big truck ones, without breaking a sweat. His skin was rough and lined, from a long career working outside in construction. Now he’d retired, and seemed to be casting about for something to keep busy. The way he looked at me now, palming a lump in his pants, I was afraid I was what would keep him busy. His hand movements drew my eye to his track pants and how they stretched around a long, thick shape that seemed almost as big as Daddy’s. Gross.

Pa just laughed. “She’s learning. She’ll be giving me more than tongue tomorrow. You gonna watch when I stretch her on my cock for the first time?”

Grampa grinned. “Wouldn’t miss it. Could do with letting your boys watch, too. Those randy little fuckers could use some lessons in how to take a pussy hard. They’ve been jerking off day and night lately. Must be crust on every surface in their rooms.” He cackled at his crude description of my brothers.

I buried my face in Daddy’s shirt, mortified by their conversation. It was bad enough that Daddy was going to do that to me, but to have the whole family watch… I hid my face, and tried to think of something I could say to get him to put this off. I didn’t feel ready; not that I thought I ever really would be.

Daddy’s hand slid up my thigh to my panties. He prodded at the gap between my thighs, and pulled my legs apart. His other hand, the one around my waist, moved up to my breast, squeezing it lightly. I squeezed my eyes shut, horrified by the liberties he was taking with my body. He was just helping himself to any part of me he wanted, like he owned me.

“I need a look at what I’ll be enjoying tomorrow. Strip off, Lola. Let me see what you have under these clothes.” His rough hands grabbed the bottom hem of my t-shirt and pulled it up and over my head. I fought back an urge to run. Daddy would catch me, and there’d be hell to pay for my disobedience. Once my shirt was off, my chest was bare. I wasn’t too big in the bust, and Daddy never bothered taking me to get a bra, so I’d done without.

He looked at me with wide eyes, taking in my small mounds and nipples. I shrank under his gaze, it was so hungry, and my hands came up to cover myself. He pulled my hands down, and his calloused hand covered one of my breasts again. Rough fingers circle