Summer Boredom
"56... 57... 58... 59... 4:00." Boredom... such a versatile word, but no matter what, it's meaning always came down to the same thing. There was nothing to do, and not even anyone to do nothing with.
Dayna tore her eyes from the digital clock face, and looked at the ceiling. She had painted it last summer with a girlfriend, the color was ugly and she hated it now, an awful beige. But it had been a fun night. She flicked her tail up between her legs and covered her entire front and face with it. All of the soft fur bristled her sensitive facial features. It was a pleasant feeling, fur on fur.
Dayna was squirrel, and not a bad looking one at that. Puberty had treated her fourteen year old body well. She had just passed eighth grade and her body was more advanced then any other student's. She huffed, her chest puffing up, and sending her limp tail falling to her side. She was laying on her bed, looking again at the ceiling, now that her tail had left her face. Her eyes adjusted to the neutral light of the room, both of which where or a rich hazel hue. She flopped over, to avoid a rather painful tail kink she could feel coming on. Her medium length hair fell over her face, as her chin rested against the comforter that ornamented her mattress. Her hair was a light brown, almost red, and matched the rest of her fur, excluding the few black splotches on her coat.
She heard a faint howl from somewhere outside her open window. The open pane let in fresh summer air, as well as a little sunlight, though it was on the shadowed side of the house. The howl made her think of Luka... her boyfriend... her ex-boyfriend. He was cute, lovable, and wanted by every other girl... and a few guys at that, but he had called her last week. It seemed that while he was at his mothers home in Oregon, he had fallen in love with a doe. He planned on moving down there with his mom just to be with her. She could imagine why he was so eager to be with that doe, he had tried for long amounts of time to get her to go to bed with him... or at least go down on him. With a smirk of embittered revulsion she tried to stop reflecting upon it. It was hard too, with her best friend gone for the next month. Hell, even most of her not-so-good friends where gone for the rest of the summer, or at least until late August. This was fucking stupid... she felt alone, like someone had stuck her out on mentally deserted island, and that was where she was really living. Her body was just here.
With a long, resigning, sigh she got up. This was too much thinking for her, and she needed a break. Her room was on the upper floor of her house. It was a reasonably sized house, and she liked having distance from her parents room... at the other side of the house, and on the bottom floor. As she walked down the stairs she adjuster her shirt to fit correct position... the hem a couple of inches above her belly button. This shirt, hot pink, had shown too much bare fur, and had been a little too risqué for her to comfortably where in school. She never had the guts for things like that, despite her body. She frowned at her own lack of nerve as she reached the kitchen. She was going to get fat doing this, she knew it. Eating because she needed to distract herself, and never getting out. She settled for a bottle of water... it was that funny tasting spring kind, yuck.
As she poured the remainder of the bottle into the sink, and started refilling it with tap water, a strange muffled noise reached her ears. Her attention diverted, she turned off the water and placed the partly full bottle of water on the counter. Unless her ears denied her, the sound was coming from the spare family room. The room was hardly ever used, it had normal furnishings...a couch and such, and a T.V. That was the main reason it was mostly vacant, she and her family had never been much into television, it only got watched when she had friends over. She neared the door, it was shut, that was also strange. She put her delicate ear against the wood, making it twitch as there was more sound. She couldn't make it out, but it was unquestionably coming from the room. Intrigued, she reached for the knob. Griped. And turned.
The squirrel pushed the door open and stepped forward. The T.V. was going, that was what was making the sound, but it wasn't exactly showing an episode of 'Friends'. On the shining screen a greatly endowed skunk was laying ruthlessly into a muscular female, probably a hare, but with her ass being the most prominent thing on the screen it was hard to tell. The T.V. screen didn't keep her attention for long however, on the couch across from the tele her father sat, eyes tightly shut, his paw pounding his concrete-firm erection. Dayna's mouth drooped open faintly. He first thought was 'This is wrong, I got to go... just get out of here.' but her foot paws failed her... her eyes where drawn to the staggering site. She could hear his throaty murring from where she stood, it was loud. She must have been unnoticed for his paw never faltered, and his eyes remained tensely locked. Her eyes explored the many masculine features her own father maintained. Her common sense screamed at her for what she was doing, but she had no self control, none what so ever. She had gone out with five different furs, Luka having by far the best body of any of them and yet, amazingly, she could now see in a way she never had noticed before, that her own father had an appearance that made Luka look unbearably ugly. Her legs quivered.
Her whole life she had heard her father called 'handsome', and less proper things such as 'stud, and hunk' when his back was turned. But she had never seen him in that way before... but it was impossible to look at him in an other way now. She had wondered for a while if being a virgin had been keeping her from an important part of herself, this confirmed that thought. "My god..." Dayna said, without realizing she had spoken the words aloud until she saw her fathers eyes snap open. The skunk was moaning now, loudly at that.
Her father, Tristan, was a pure black squirrel, with a body most would kill for. He was almost fifty, but the age just made him look more shrewd. His features where neither soft nor sharp, it was a uniquely stunning mixture of both. The two rodent ears atop his head drew back as he looked upon her. The black squirrels tail, almost as fluffy as his daughters, deftly moved to cover his stiff. "Dayna, I had no idea you where home." He said clearly, his features showing only trace amounts of surprise. Cursing herself secretly for muttering the words, she nodded vaguely. It was summer, he probably had assumed she was out. "You see... with your mother in Florida this week, I got kind of... and... the rest you can fill in yourself."
Dayna was surprised at how composed he acted, her heart was racing faster then it ever had before. She thought she might cry, not because of that which she saw, but because she was scared of what that which she saw was doing to her. She felt a warmness between her legs that made her uneasy. She turned away from him and could feel that her panties were wet... and getting wetter. Her father, worried that she was alright, got up quickly at took her shoulder in his left paw, his tail flicking out behind him. "Dayna, darling, look, I'm sorry you saw me like this, it must be-"
His nose twitched, and his words froze mid sentence. Very briefly he was confused, but then he believed what he smelled, not only his own musk, but a strong scent of his own daughters aroma. He slid he paw from her shoulder to her cheek, there was no doubt in his mind that he could feel her blush. The fourteen year old squirrel turned around, knowing that her father had noticed her insane arousal. A shameful tear streaked down he cheek, and she embraced her father "Oh, daddy. I'm so sorry!" She nuzzled her head into his mid chest, and wrapped her arms around him. Tears now streaked her face in more then one place, and ran onto her fathers bare chest. Her father ran one paw through her hair, and bent acutely, wrapping his other around her.
He murred softly, trying to comfort her. "It's alright, honey, daddy's little girl is just growing. It's natural." He was slightly troubled by two facts. Her scent was stronger now then before, and his shaft, rubbing against the outside of her left leg with every movement, showed no signs of ebbing away. He felt uncomfortable now. Perhaps he felt too comfortable, the problem emerged nearer to that. The teenagers father pulled away, and looked his daughter in the eyes. "I think you should leave..." he said softly.
Dayna bit her lip, her mind wandering over the gentle sensation between her fuzzy legs. She turned, and started on her way out of the room. In the doorway she abruptly stopped, then grabbed the bottom of her shirt in both paws, crossing her arms to do so... the way she had seen a vixen do it in a movie once. She faced her father once again and then pulled up, removing her shirt. Her mid sized breasts jumped with the motion of the shirt coming off, then remained still. Not tethered by undergarments, her peeked nipples pushed noticeably through the thin fur covering her faintly trenchant breasts. Her face still wet with her past tears, she was not crying now. Her father stood still, his gaze unintentionally combing over her exposed curves. He swallowed with a thirst that he didn't truthfully possess. "Daddy..." Dayna whispered barely audibly. Her father nodded.
"I know, baby..." he said back to her "I can feel it too." The young female blushed deeply now, a weak hue of it even showing through her fur. Dayna stood still, watching her father take a few steps, a few cautious steps, over to her. The black furred adult kneeled down in front of his daughter. He rubbed his muzzle against hers, nuzzling her snout with his own.
Dayna closed her eye's, feeling the warmth of her own daddy's muzzle against her. She knew now that he was just as confused as her. She could feel his own flush, and also hear his quickened heartbeat being this close to him. The girl's father slid his paws onto her hips, and gripping her pant line, tugged her skirt down, then her panties. Her paws found her fathers, then slid up his arms and looping around his neck, stepping out of her pants that lay on the ground. The left side of her brain overpowering her right, logic was thrashed as both furs gave into their emotions... their new found lust for one another. The pair pulled their muzzles back from each other, exchanging an awkward kiss with one another as their lips passed. The black male sat on the ground, not all that sure what to do. He had thought about his girls body before, but not in a way that might ever cause him to act upon those dim feelings. But now, he knew what he wanted, and he knew that his baby wanted it too.
Dayna moved closer to him, then sat down beside him. Her papa's large erection loomed before her eyes.. She felt the purest from of distress she had ever experienced. She wanted to grasp the firm cock, to squeeze and fondle it. The young female was curious about the taste of the fluids she saw on the tip of it... and yet she didn't know what to do, or how to go about it. She felt her daddy's paw on her own paw and moved her gaze from his penis to his deep black eyes.
The aged squirrel gently led her paw with his own... "Okay, Honey, just touch it..."he stopped, leaving her paw at the base of his erection where she gradually began to massaged the black, shiny flesh. Wrapping her fingers around the shaft, she squeezed it gently. With a slight shudder her father spoke to her again. "Okay... now use your other paw for.. Ohhh... something, and stroke my length from the... mmm....base to the tip." Dayna followed the simple instructions. She laid on her belly, and rested her chin on his thigh finding that a good position for doing what he had said. She moved her right paw and gripped his prick around the base, her left starting a painstakingly slow pumping motion up and down the remainder of his rod. She grew more convinced on her actions as her sensitive ears heard an increase in his deep murring. Between the extreme warmth amid her pubic area, and With her recently gained confidence the young female made a move that seemed rather bold. Her father watched intensely as his chocolate colored daughter released the grip she maintained with her right paw, and lowered it to cup his scrotum. She began to stroke her dads cock again as her other paw found a steady motion of massaging for his testicles.
The two squirrels sat for many minuets, the father watching, the child moving her paws in a unfamiliar pattern that they had never yet explored. A steady stream of pre-ejaculate semen was running from the tip of the black squirrels erection at this point. Both of the girls paws where wet and sticky, the fur atop them matted down. Dayna was so intent on her actions that she almost jumped out of her skin when words pierced the steady sound of hard breathing, murring, and few soft moans... not too mention the constant stream of moans and soggy sounds coming from the TV which neither had turned off. "Dayna, darlin', I want you to try something else for me.", her father said, obviously more warm to this concept then he had been only a handful minutes ago.
The fourteen year old girl gave a soft nod, making eye contact "Alright," she said quietly, her paws still working, and creating their own squishy sound "what is it?"
The black furred snout of the girls father was wrinkled with pleasure as her spoke to her "Give me head... I mean, I want you to suck on--"
"I know what 'giving head' is daddy." she interrupted, giving her eyes a half-roll and then emitting a soft giggle "I may be fourteen, but I do know the meaning of a few terms..." She took both moistened paws away from his crouch and then moved forward. She gave a soft whimper, accidentally mashing both of her breasts against his thigh. She readjusted quickly, positioning her breast on his thigh. Her light body weight still pressed her bosoms into his thigh, but that made her nipples slip through her own fur more completely and into her fathers slick, black fur. The stimulation more then made up for the brief discomfort, and even made her mind stray from her current 'objective'. Her fathers paw running down her spine and sending a harsh shudder down her back made her come back to reality. Blushing even deeper then when her daddy had held her earlier. She tipped her muzzle down and faced his ebon organ. Suddenly she was scared... no, petrified. It was so big, how could she possibly fit it inside her mouth. She swallowed and licked her bottom lip...
With his spawns muzzle so close to his member, the male could not help but let out a low growl with his excessive murring. Not one of anger, only of lust. He could feel warm breath running down his shaft with every lungful of air his daughter exhaled. He waited several moments before stroking the back of her neck and uttering a soft, warmhearted voice. "Go on, Dayna, just use your tongue and lick me..." he murred deeply "do it at your own pace... when you're ready, open your mouth and take in as much as you want, it's simple, Sugar."
The immature squirrel slowly crept her tongue out from her lips and took a overwrought lick at the head of her fathers penis. She was surprised at all the texture she felt with her tongue compared to her paws, every groove was so intense and the whole head tasted salty. Her muzzled wrinkled at the unknown flavor drifting through it, but her tongue returned to wet the tip of the older squirrels erection once more. She felt as if her crotch was on fire, the feeling of her arousal was so intense now. When she had played with herself it had never felt a thing like this.
Looking down at his little girl, Tristan narrowed his eyes and let out a tiny moan. His murring never once seized, this was an ability few had. He gritted his teeth as his descendant first licked the apex of his pole a third time, then took an extensive lap at the right side of it. His penis strained, then released an agonized orgasm, wetting Dayna's face with three streams of his creamy sap. He shuddered violently, and gave a soft chuckle. He felt like that was his first time, like he had never had an orgasm before. He gave another soft snort at his daughters face. The unsuspecting girl had her eyes lids tightly shut, come pooling over the indents of her closed eyes.
"Here, Dayna." her father said picking up her shirt and handing it to her. After a brief period of blind groping, she managed to take hold of the pink fabric, then sit up, wiping her face with her shirt.
She opened her eyes and looked at her shirt. She was vastly intrigued by the substantial amount of sperm that had rubbed off onto it. Her face was soggy, and she found the smell and taste of his come was hard for her to shake. With her free paw she felt her face, running her fuzzy digits through her clumped fur, then pulling her paw away. "It's so sticky..." she commented, rubbing her thumb and her forefinger together and feeling the liquid between them, "and it tastes... funny." She licked her upper lip, then lower, bringing more of her fathers blend into her mouth. Seeing her father laugh a bit at the reaction she gave to her first facial, she asked cuttingly "What!?"
With another soft chuckle her father shrugged and replied "Nothing, Babe, nothing." He leaned back,, bracing himself with both of his paws and noted that his partially softened dick was already coming back to life at the sight of his little girl all mucked up and naked. He crawled to her on all fours and licked a little of his jizz of off her cheek and then asked her a question. "Dayna, honey, have you ever been with a male?"
She blushed softly and shook her head.
"Well... only if you want of course, I can help you with that problem." Realizing how stupid that sounded he tried to rephrase as best he could "I mean, it isn't a problem, but... err... if you want me to I can have real sex with you." He paused, a few moment, then fought the silence back one last time "If you like." He swallowed slightly. He hadn't been that tongue tied for a long, long time.
Still sporting a girly blush she gave a slight nod and asked "Will it hurt daddy?" Her voice was so small now...
"Yes, Darling, it will hurt a little... but it will get better. It will be worth it." He smiled reassuringly, knowing that his voice was much more steady now.
"I'm ready then." She said and smiled softly at her father.
The much older male smiled softly at her and then moved onto his knees.
Strong paws guided the daughter to a position as old as time. She lay on her back arms at her sides, paws clenched tightly. She was so nervous now that her murrs had long since left her, but she found the sound of her dads comforting. The teenager watched her father lay beside her, felt his fur brush against hers. One of the same strong paws was stroking her lower-outer thigh, but gradually the paw molested its way both up and to the intimate side of her leg. Dayna thought she might just scream with ardor, but she managed only to let out a feverish moan as she felt first one, then two fingers stroking her virgin vulva. Her orgasms before had been meager, though she hadn't know it. For the first time now she was truly aroused, and she damn sure felt it. She squealed in delight as one of her fathers digits pierced her virgin mound deep enough to stretch her hymen. Searing pain mixed with soaring pleasure ran up the young girls spine, her ears rocked back and her fluffy tail went rigid.
Warm pink walls closed around his index finger, sucking in tightly enough he was afraid of piercing his daughters tender passage with only his finger. Fighting the force of her pubic muscles, and even the closing legs of his girl. He moved atop of her, his ebony horn dancing around it mark, just waiting for an open pair of legs and an opportunity. Sliding his warm meat against her inner thighs slowly teased her legs open, then with one swift thrust her was buried completely in the innocent cunt of his own offspring. Below he could feel her body jump in pain, and then slowly start to writhe and twist beneath him when he pulled out. Pumping slowly into the lighter colored female beneath his own taut form, his orgasm built swifter then it had in many years. He speeded his thrusting to a fast pace, now feeling his girls hips bounce up to meet his. She was liking it now, even though there was great pain. His mind drifted of all the different things that could be done with this door opened, making himself stay away from the thought of ejaculating. His testicles slapped her reddened, fur covered vulva, each slap making his throbbing shaft jump, and in turn making Dayna throw her body about. Abruptly the cherry, tepid, wet walls that so intimately surrounded his erection squeezed down.
She was thrusting and back thrusting erratically, and she knew it. Her g-spot, something she had only heard about, was being bashed over, then over again. The pain of her broken virginity seemed only a far cry now, her pleasure outweighed it greatly. Her claws raked across her fathers back roughly, leaving marks under his fur. She was squeezing down tighter then she realized and only figured out why as she let out a brutal cry. The cry was of her lost purity, and of her entry into womanhood, but most importantly it was of her first real climax.
Tristan knew his daughter had came, smelling her scent so heavily now. He gritted his teeth for what was the second time. He managed two final, awkward, pushes before he left his length inside of his daughter, and peaked . He grinded his hips against hers, leaving a huge amount of semen within her reproductive track. Huffing, and puffing he fell to her side, laying on the carpet. After a period of rest, he opened his eyes and turned to face his daughter. He smiled softly to her. Her muzzle hang open, and her eyes shut peacefully. Her breathing was still slightly inconsistent but flattening out. She hap passed out from it all at some point... he didn't know when, but guessed it was most likely sometime around when she climaxed. Leaning in and giving her forehead a kiss, he then snuggled up to her still body, wrapping both of his arms around his little girl.
*****
Dayna had no clue she could feel so good. Her eyes slowly opened about half, having closed some time during her orgasm, to see her father beside her. Her numb body slowly woke too, feeling his body up against her. She felt so comfortable there... her body satisfied fully, filled with fluid, and a lover beside her. "Will I ever have to move?", she wondered to herself. With a very content sight, she closed her eyes once again. Her mother had been gone for two days. That left five more. Not to mention her mother left to far off places frequently because of her job. Thinking about it she decided that it might not be such a bad summer after all.