That was the first thing I thought to say at that time. Somehow though, I knew that wasn’t going to work. She had already planned the whole thing.
“Honestly, I prefer it that way,” she said in a frank tone. “Hear me out. I have so many friends who lost their virginities to assholes and douchebags. I swore to myself that I would never let that happen to me.
Oh god. I didn’t like where this was heading.
“Please don’t, we…”
“Dad, listen to me,” she said in a commanding tone. “It’s been awhile since you’ve dated. And I’ve never done this before. I can understand how this must bother you. But honestly, it doesn’t bother me at all.”
My mind felt like it was spinning and this day felt like a bad dream.
“Are you suggesting that…”
She nodded. “Fuck me. Right now. In the bathroom.”
The shock of all shocks. Every father’s worst nightmare.
“Becky, please…”
As I tried to plead, she wasn’t having any of it. She reached below and grabbed my cock through my pants. Even though she had skinny arms and thin fingers, the girl had a strong grip. It felt good and my cock stirred.
“Please what?” she said, massaging me through my pants. “Let go?”
I gulped. “Yes, let go.”
“Make me.”
As I tried to reach down to pry her hand away, she only squeezed my cock harder. It felt like a trap. If I tried to pull her hand away, I was certain that she would do some permanent damage to me.
The thing was, I was rock hard at this point. She took advantage of my erection, rubbing up and down my shaft with her tight grip. God that felt good, but I was so conflicted: From my own daughter? How could I? How could she?
“I’m not letting go,” she said.
I gulped again. “Why are you doing this?”
“I told you already. Please. I’m begging. I can’t be a virgin at the retreat. I want to grow spiritually and sexually. I want to blossom into a young woman. Now is the time.”
She squeezed again, giving me a full blown throbbing erection.
“I…I can’t…you’re my daughter. You have to understand.”
“I’ve already thought of all of the ramifications. Frankly, it’s not like anyone is going to find out. I won’t tell anyone about this. Will you?”
“God no.”
“Then what’s the problem?”
I sighed.
Just then, the bus driver made an announcement on the intercom: ‘The trip is halfway over and we will experience some bumpy conditions on the road ahead, due to some construction works.’
“Now’s our chance,” she said. “I understand your frustration with me. Honestly, I get why you’re so upset right now. But you have to believe me; this is going to feel so good once we start.”
I wanted to say, ‘but it already feels good,’ but that was clearly an inappropriate thing to say to my daughter, who still maintained her powerful grip on my cock.
“You’re relentless,” I said.
“I get all my best traits from you. Now come on, let’s go to the bathroom now before anyone notices us.”
“Wait. We can’t be seen going to the bathroom together.”
As those, deeply surprising, words spilled from my lips I realized I had just acknowledged that I was willing to fuck my own daughter, and the only thing stopping me was that people would see us. This made Becky smile.
“Relax, dad, I told them you’re my boyfriend.”
“You what?”
“We’re in Europe, the age gap doesn’t matter here,” she explained. “Now come on. I’m ready.”
Becky never bothered to release my cock. She stood up, her grip tight as ever, and squeezed herself over my body to make it to the aisle of the bus. As she squeezed over me, I saw her braless chest in my face. Her nipples were poking through her tight T-shirt. They were obviously hard, aroused at the very thought of losing her virginity to her own father.
As she stood in the aisle of the bus, her hand never left my throbbing cock. It was her way of making sure that I followed her towards the bathroom all the way in the back end. She gave a hard pull to get me out of my seat. I had no choice but to follow her.
The bathroom on the bus was something that was added a few years ago, by the looks of things. It was tiny and confined. There was barely enough room for the both of us. I had no idea how things were going to work. There was a toilet and a sink. Nothing else. We could barely stand next to each other.
With the door closed, Becky and I were face-to-face, mere inches apart. We were so close we could feel each other’s heightened breath.
“This is a bad idea,” I said.
“Just wait until you cum.”
It was the first time that I had ever heard Becky talk dirty. My sweet little Becky. The good girl academic. Now we were in the back of the bus, in a bathroom, doing this.
She wiggled her arms downward and undid her shorts, pulling them down to the floor along with her panties. God, she was bottomless. I couldn’t stand to look. I just couldn’t bring myself. Although I did have a quick glance downwards.
“Sex doesn’t work like this,” I tried pointing out. “It’ll never work in this space. We’re squeezed together.”
Her eyebrow rose. “Isn’t being squeezed together the whole point of sex?”
“Yeah, but…”
“Watch this. Yoga always comes in handy.”
With that, she leaned back and hopped her butt on the countertop of the tiny sink area, sitting on it. I was surprised she was able to sit on it without falling off, but then again, she did have a tight little butt.
With her eyes locked on mine, she used her hands to grip the surrounding area, and she threw her legs up in the air, landing her ankles around my neck. We were now in the perfect fucking-position for such a confined space. I was running out of excuses to deny her.
I just couldn’t help myself and I looked down. There was Becky’s pretty little pink pussy. Her legs were open and I saw her wetness. She was ready to be deflowered. She was ready to get fucked. By her father of all people. I wondered if that was a turn-on for her.
“Your turn,” she said. “And please hurry. I really want this. Plus my back can’t hold this position for very long. It’ll hurt soon.”
“That’s not the only thing that’ll hurt. Becky, are you sure you want to lose your virginity like this? It should be done comfortably. Not in a confined bathroom like this.”
Her eyes were locked on mine. “I wanted to ask you last night, but I didn’t have the courage. Now is just as good, before we get to the retreat. Besides, this is a lot more fun and daring, isn’t it?”
Becky’s eyes were so full of lust. Something I’ve never seen before from her. She was always such a good girl, very academic in school. I would never have thought that it would come to this. But here we were. Me with a hard cock, ready for my daughter. Becky with her ankles on my shoulder, her pussy, virgin pussy, fully exposed, waiting for her first fucking.
I was so horny I couldn’t fight this any longer. Neither could she. She wanted this. She had planned it all along.
My hands undid my pants, letting everything fall to the floor. This time, it was Becky’s turn to examine my private parts. Her eyes stared at my cock for a while, getting a good look at what would be penetrating her soon.
“Have you ever seen a cock before?” I asked, instantly regretting the use of the word ‘cock.’
“I have.”
“Did you do anything?”
Now I felt like a real pervert for asking my daughter such probing sexual questions. But then again, I was about to fuck her, and the questions seemed tame by comparison.
“I’ve sucked cock before,” she admitted. “Remember my ex-boyfriend Patrick? I used to, you know, give him oral sex.”
She was referring to a serious relationship she had for a while when she first started going to college. Instantly, my mind began racing with images of my beautiful young daughter sucking a cock. It felt so nasty, but it made me lust after her furthermore.
“I’ll go slowly.”
“Thank you.”