Eighteen year's old and still a virgin... Not uncommon in the mid eighteen- hundreds. Technically a virgin, since she had been riding horses all her life, at some stage her hymen had torn... and then there was the time she had experimented with a cucumber, using it to fuck herself as she played with her clit.
Her mother had died when she was eleven years old and it was just her and Daddy now. She'd tried to make up for her mother, increasingly taking on the woman's role in the house as she grew older.
As she developed into womanhood she became increasingly aware of her own blooming sexuality and as she did so she couldn't help noticing her handsome, dashing father. He was not yet forty and his good looks were hard not to notice.
Her mother had been a strikingly beautiful woman and Sarah herself had inherited the best of both of them. She was quite simply stunning, tall, slim and beautiful, with long dark hair and deep brown eyes. How could her father not be aware of her?
Only eighteen years before he'd fallen in love with the woman she looked so similar to. In his daughter was his wife, reincarnate. No wonder she was a virgin. He was a jealous man, overprotective of his little girl. Despite her obvious charms, the boys of the village had never been allowed to get close to her. They all worshipped her from afar.
In the closeness that existed between them it was almost inevitable that he became the object of her desires, day after day, working in the fields, his shirt off, his fine muscular body tanned by the summer sun. She would daydream about him, imagining what it would be like if she were his wife, to have him look into her eye's and tell her how beautiful she was , to take her in his strong arm's and kiss her gently, to tell her how much he loved her.
All of this she dreamed about... And more.... she knew about sex, she'd seen animals doing it, giggled about it with her friends when she used to go to school. All these thoughts and feelings had led to the discovery of her own body, the pleasant sensations, the excitement, the wetness between her leg's whenever she dreamed like this. It was her daddy's cock she was imagining when she'd experimented with the cucumber. She'd loved the feeling of the cool hard vegetable as she thrust it in and out of her pussy, diddling her clitoris until she had an orgasm. She hadn't known about orgasm's until then. She thought she was going to die of pleasure it was so intense. After that she'd masturbate at every opportunity, and always she would think of Daddy.
.....Of Daddy, who although she knew he loved her, never seemed to notice her, not in that way, never appreciated her beauty or the fact that she was now a woman, desirable.
As is only natural she started becoming interested in the boys of the village. One day, after church, she caught the eye of a young man called Jack who came to speak with her. Sarah's months of flirting with her father had not been in vain. Evidently, when practised on Jack, it was having the desired effect. He was all over her like a rash and Sarah was loving the attention. Not just from Jack but she could tell that she had the full attention of her father too. He was jealous.... And she liked it!
He stood glowering in the churchyard, face like thunder. Eventually he could stand it no longer and, interrupting her conversation with Jack, took her by the arm and virtually frog-marched her home, chastising her for her most unseemly behaviour. Once they were out of earshot of the congregation he became even worse, calling her a "slut" and a "whore", accusing her of practically throwing herself at Jack.
"When I get you home young lady I'll teach you a lesson you won't forget!" He growled at her. How right he was!
As soon as they got inside the house he pulled her down across his knee's, pulled up her dress, pulled her knickers down and, to her cries of protest, began smacking her!
Sarah yelled and cried but he was unrelenting, continuing till his arm was tired and poor Sarah's bottom was sore and throbbing. What she was also acutely aware of was that was not the only thing that was throbbing. The uncomfortable bulge in Daddy's trousers was pressed against her belly....throbbing! Her own pussy too, was throbbing, the same way it did when she dreamed of Daddy, when she played with it.
Daddy's arm must have been very tired, finally letting his hand come to rest on her bum, gently rubbing it, soothing it, almost as if he were trying to make it all better. Gradually his fingers, making little circles on her skin, crept ever closer to her pussy, Sarah lying still on his lap.
She had become so aroused by her smacking that her pussy was leaking torrents of juices. She whimpered softly to herself as his fingers slid idly between the burning cheeks of her bum....and came out wet!
The way he so quickly removed them, she knew he'd discovered how wet she was.
Embarrassed now, he gruffly said "Let that be a lesson to you my girl" at which point she broke down in tears, got off his lap and hugged him tightly.
"Oh Daddy, Daddy I didn't mean to upset you.... I just wanted you to notice me, to notice that I'm all grown up. I'm a woman now Daddy, look at me! And with that she stood back, pulled off her dress and stood before him naked, her knickers round her ankles.
Ben Tamworth, whilst a God-fearing man, stood transfixed at the sight of her, this perfect vision of womanhood, his daughter, standing there proudly displaying herself to him. He was unable to take his eye's off her, that beautiful tearstained face, small pert breast's, narrow waist flaring to womanly hip's and the sparse wisps of damp pubic hair, doing little to conceal the slit of her pussy.
"Love me Daddy, love me like you did Mummy" she implored. "I want you to be the first".
Emotions raged inside him. His throbbing erection told him he wanted her. 'Oh God did he want her', he was only human after all.... how could any red -blooded man resist?
"I can't baby, I just can't" he intoned, trying to contain himself "it's just not right"
"But Daddy, I love you and you love me. Don't you see? It's perfect" she persisted. "Am I not pleasing to look at?" She parted her legs, showing him her pussy, spreading it with her fingers. "Don't you like my little pussy Daddy, isn't she beautiful?" God baby yes, yes you're so beautiful, so perfect, but I'm your father. I cannot do that with you" his eye's still fixed on her.
"I want you to Daddy, and I know you want me too, look!" She indicated the bulge in his trousers.
Rushing forward she thrust her little breasts into his face, pushing him back on the sofa, the pointed nipples offered to his lips.
"But baby" he started.
"Hush Daddy, make love to me" she soothed, "You know you want to!"
