He finishes his coffee and kisses his wife lovingly goodbye, then turns and strokes his eighteen-year old daughter's hair at the table. "Goodbye my precious girl, enjoy your day with just you and Mum, and I will see you tonight," he says warmly, and heads in to work. It is a job he enjoys in many ways, and having made his way into a prominent position, he is now a highly respected Psychologist with a heavy case load.
Today his thoughts stray often though, to the girl who will be waiting at home for him and who is currently spending the day relaxing with her mother, in preparation for the Ceremony tonight. He feels so many different things; pride at the beautiful eighteen-year old she became six months ago, intense responsibility in his hopes that the evening will be all he wants it to be for her, and a loving desire for the honour before him.
When he arrives home and showers, his wife has already disappeared to their bedroom, and the door to his daughter's room is ajar. He breathes deeply, knocks and walks in. She is sitting on her bed in a silk robe, and her face as she sees him tells him that her day has been even more fraught with emotion than his. "Come here my love, it's just me," he says with a smile, and opens his arms to her. Immediately she is in them, and she melts against his chest and sniffs at his cologne, a habit she has had since she was a little girl. "It's alright my love, all you need to do is to relax and let me lead. You are ready for this?" he asks.
She nods her head against his chest, nuzzling her face for just an instant longer in his warmth and safety, and then steps back. "Yes, I'm ready," she tells him, but it is the way that she tells him that catches his breath. She is deliciously shy and vulnerable, he reflects, yet there is a definite strength in her too. He moves forward and kisses each of her eyes softly. "You are so beautiful my dear, so pretty I cannot take my eyes from you". And then he pushes the robe from her shoulders so that it falls to the floor.
She closes her eyes and bites her lip, then opens them again to see him gazing at her in her full female glory, taking in the soft brown of her nipples and the black, full hair flowing over her cunt and a little down her shapely thighs. He had been seeing her differently ever since she turned eighteen, noticing things he had never been aware of before. The stray pubic hairs sneaking out the sides of her swimsuit and the colour of her dark nipples under her pyjama shirts. Seeing her now, he is mesmerized.
"My precious girl," he says simply and warmly, "it is time for you to become a real woman, to feel me inside you, to know the pleasure of being a woman". And he lays her down on the bed.
"Will it hurt?" she asks. "It is going to hurt a little, but I will be very gentle with my sweetheart," he answers kindly. "How will I know what to do?" she whispers. "You do not need to do anything my love. When the time comes, just relax and let my cock enter your body, and after that you are going to love it, it will be pure pleasure," he answers. He undresses slowly and lays over the top of her.
He begins kissing her beautifully, simply pressing his lips against hers in a gentle touch, then moving back to have a look at her pretty face. He does it again, this time gently biting her lower lip then smiling at her. He cannot hold back any longer, especially with the feel of her soft warm body underneath him, and presses his lips tightly against hers. She opens her lips for him and he gently touches his tongue to hers; it is so arousing for her.
She begins to act without thinking or judging herself, so she answers with her tongue and it brushes his. She feels streaks of pleasure down her belly and cunt and begins to actually move her hips a little underneath him.
He continues kissing her to keep her aroused and prevent her tensing, and at the same time cradles her face with one hand to support her through the pain, because it is a big cock. He knew the size would hurt, but he also knew that she needed it, that he could show her a world of pleasure that no one else could. And he knew this simply because she is his and he loves her so much.
It is their cultural tradition to have a family friend initiate in this way, with all girls remaining virgins until after they turn eighteen. Very few fathers do it themselves; it is too much responsibility for them, they aren't skilled enough to handle something so raw and vulnerable. But since her birthday, he decided to take on the responsibility himself, because she is too precious for anyone else to ruin and only half introduce to her own eroticism.
He is kissing her so warmly and deeply, long slow kissing to arouse that precious cunt, and his fingers gently find their way between her legs. She startles a little, but he keeps his lips on hers, and she shyly spreads her legs a little. His fingers find her soft wings, and with one stroke he gently opens them. She is very wet, so there will be no need for any other lubrication, he simply rubs his fingers in a circle until the slipperiness is everywhere it needs to be.
Then he puts a hand inside her thigh and slowly lifts her leg to open her further; she gasps and reaches her hand back to clasp the pillow corner, eyes still closed under his mouth. The first time he strokes his cock head down her lips she loses the kiss as she opens her mouth and gasps in surprise, but he finds her again with his mouth. He can actually enter a little way before there is resistance; he smiles so warmly and tenderly within himself, never letting his girl know that he can tell she has played down there before.
He doesn't need to guide his cock with his hand now, the head is well supported inside her lips. He supports his weight on one arm and again holds her face in the other hand, gently breaking away from kissing her. This is very sacred. She is so shy but he holds her gaze until she can look into his strong, loving eyes. And he pushes, just a little.
She moans, and he pushes again, and then gives a quick shove. She curls into him with her body, and he waits for her to relax and lay back, while stroking her hair from her temple. He gazes at her intently, letting her know what is coming, and her breath is ragged, her legs opening a little more of their own accord. And then he does it. She cries out in a high, stung voice, and gasps a little as the sting fades, feeling a sense of bruising under the pulsing of surprise in her cunt.
He doesn't thrust yet, just holds that power for her to soak in. He knows his cock is big, and that it isn't over yet. Again she gasps in pain as he begins to move it inside her. As the ruptured membrane comes away more, his hand moves from her face to her breast and nipple. He can hear from her changing breathing that she is beginning to feel the pleasure in it. He holds his energy even more around her, knowing that this pleasure will in fact be more vulnerable than all that has so far occurred. And it is.