This is a story about the first day of my sexual awakening. I'm sure, at 14, I was earlier than most, and some of you may find the whole day shocking. As I've grown up, and become a young woman, it is obvious to me what a huge impact this day has had on me. It is important that you know that I was an eager participant in the day's events. If I had it to do over again, I would not change a thing.

First let me tell you a little bit about myself. My name is Angi and I'm 22 years old. I primarily consider myself a lesbian, although I do have sex with men. I don't really consider myself bi-sexual because my interest in men only occurs when I indulge my fetish of being spanked. I've only had sex with a total of four men after being spanked by them. Three of these men were "One Night Stands", and didn't measure up to my expectations. The fourth man is someone I've done this with on a regular basis since I was 14. Although I am a lesbian, the most powerful orgasms I ever have are with this man in this fashion. The intensity of our sex is the same for him, which is why we have continued this relationship for eight years. The relationship hasn't developed into anything further, because this man is my father.

When I was fourteen I was heavy into goth. I had long dark hair, did the heavy eye makeup thing, and would not wear a damn thing unless it was black. I know some girls who are into goth tend to go grunge and natural. I was the exact opposite. I was meticulous about my body, almost obsessive. I would shower every morning, wash my hair, shave my legs and even trim my pussy. My mother told me to do this the summer before when my bush started peeking out the sides of my bathing suit. After my shower, I would straighten my hair, apply my makeup and paint my fingernails and toenails black. Before I got dressed, I would put on my black thong and bra from Victorias Secret. Oh yeah, I was into shoplifting. I had a pretty extensive black lingerie collection. I had been caught a couple of times, but they had no clue about my current inventory. I had been doing my own laundry for a couple of years.

Every afternoon, I would come home to an empty house. Both my parents worked. My father had a day job, and my mom worked the 3 to 11 shift as a nurse. I would immediately head up to my room. I would stand in front of my full length mirror and do a strip tease for myself. I would slowly peel of my black skirt, while gyrating my young hips and staring at myself. My hips were nice, much wider than most girls my age. They were full and round, because I wasn't a jock. As my skirt slowly stretched past them, I would turn around and watch over my whoulder for my black thong to appear. Then, my plump white ass cheeks would seem to overflow out of the confines of the elastic waistband of my skirt. I wasn't fat at all, just knd of "womanly" for a 14 year old, and I loved it! After my skirt would fall to the floor, I would face the mirror again and slowly unbutton my black blouse. My boobs were kind of well developed, more than a handfull, and they looked great in my Victoria's Secret "Wonder Bra". I would push my arms together, and enjoy watching my cleavage push up through the front of my bra. As I did this, I would look at myself and make kissing faces. Sometimes I would actually sashay up to the mirror and begin kissing myself. I would get myself wet between the legs while performing for myself, then head for the bathroom.

I would draw a bath, filling the water with my favorite lilac bath oil. We had a bathstand that was like a little table accross the middle of the tub. I would prop up the makeup mirror on the stand so I could see myself, slip off my underwear, and slide in. I would resume making flirtatious faces at myself, while my hands would spread soap over my body. I had myself convinced I was bathing, but in reality I had begun foreplay. Slowly my hands would find their way to my neatly trimmed pussy and I would begin "washing" there. So as to conitue fooling myself, I would reach up to the stand and grab the washcloth. I would begin rubbing the washcloth up and down my now swolen pussy, as my eyes found my image again. The combination of the heat in the water and my excitement would now have a lather of sweat worked up in my pores. My heavy eye makeup would now be running down my face as the washcloth gave me a much more thorough cleaning than necessary. I would never cum, I didn't quite give myself enough time to get there, but I did enjoy exciting myself. I would finish by washing off my goth makeup, because my dad didn't want me wearing it.

On this particular day, I was drying off after my bath and the phone rang. It was, Liz, a girl in my history class. We had been assigned a project that we had to do with a partner and Liz had asked me to work with her. Liz was kind of a "goody goody" kid. She was pretty, with red hair and interesting green eyes. She was calling me to see if I could come over and start the project. She only lived about a five minute walk from my house, so I told her I could get over there myself. I didn't want to go through the bother of putting on a bra and makeup again, so I just threw on a thong and a pair of black sweats, grabbed my backpack, and walked over.

When I got to Liz's house, her mom told me she was up in her room and to go up. When I went up, Liz practically freaked out. She had never seen me without my makeup on. She was asking me all kinds of questions about it and wouldn't leave it alone. While we were working on the report she kept commenting on my lack of makeup. Finally, I decided to endulge her. "I've got my makeup in my backpack, Liz", I said, "do you want me to show you how I put it on?" Liz's eyes widened as she answered, "Oh my god, that would be cool!" I got out my makeup and sat in front of the vanity mirror in her room. As I started to do my eyes, Liz squeezed in next to me on the bench. She stared at me in the mirror and leaned into me. "Wow Angi, you always look so awsome", she gushed. As I put on my black lipstick, she turned and looked directly at my lips. "No one ever showed me how to do makeup", she said. I felt kind of like a celebrity the way she was staring at me and flattering me. "Do you want me to put some on you?", I asked. "Oh my god, that would be incredible!", she replied. I turned and faced her to began with her eyes. She continued staring at me the entire time. I was focussed on my work, but occasionally paused to enjoy the transformation that was occurring. Her red hair and green eyes gave the dark makeup a lot more contrast than my own face did. When I started putting on the lipstick it was harder. She was chewing bubble gum and that made it challenging, but I soon found myself staring at her the same way she was staring at me. I started to feel excited, like I did when I kissed myself in the mirror at home. All of a sudden, without even thinking about it, I leaned forward and kissed her. When I felt her soft lips instead of the mirror I kind of got shocked and pulled back. When I looked back into her eyes she looked excited too. She leaned into me and kissed me back. This time we both held our lips together and then pulled back at the same time. She turned and looked into the mirror and was amazed. "Oh my god, Angi, I look awesome!", she said. Then she turned back toward me and said, "Wow, Angi, thanks!" With that she hugged me. I could feel my boobs press into hers through our clothes. They were a little smaller than mine, but still more developed than most girls our age, and they felt good. My nipples started to harden against the material of my sweatshirt. Without totally letting go of me, she looked into my eyes and said, "Angi, have you ever french kissed before?" "I've practiced, but I haven't done it", I said. "Do you want to try it?", she asked. "You mean with you?", I asked with uncertainty. "Uh huh", She said. Before I could answer, she leaned in and kissed me softly, using a regular style. "Open your mouth a little", she instructed. I did as she asked, then she leaned back in for another kiss. Suddenly, I felt her moist tongue touching my tongue. I had been unsure up until this moment, but now I knew. I liked it! We started tentatively at first, but before long it was a full blown makeout session. My senses felt like they were on overload. I had my favorite visual image, but she was alive and had red hair. I had the delicious softness of her mouth, along with the sweet taste of the bubble gum she was chewing. My breasts felt alive, with my nipples so hard the rough material of my sweatshirt felt like sandpaper against them. My pussy was very swolen, and my thong felt like I was absolutely soaking it. I dawned on me that it was my turn to make the next move. "Liz, I'll let you feel me up, if you let me feel you up", I bargained. "Deal!" she said. I gently grabbed her wrist, and easily drew her hand up under my loose fitting sweatshirt. I gasped, as I felt her cold hands caress my warm breast. As her fingers danced over my nipples, I gave a reflexive arch of my back, and felt a wave of pleasure throughout my entire body. She had on a button down shirt and a "young girl" bra. I slowly removed both garments from her body, as she continued caressing mine, and our tongues swirled in eachother's mouths. At this point, Liz realized the door to her room was still open, with her mother one floor below. She got up, closed the door and said, "lets move over here", as she walked toward her bed.

The speed with which everything happened was not lost on me. As I pulled off my sweatshirt and walked toward her bed, I realized that this was farther than I had ever thought I would go with a guy, let alone a girl! I settled into her arms, our mouths rejoined and our naked breasts pressing into eachother. Just as I became aware that we were lying down, I felt her hand on my lower back. She tentatively worked her fingers under the wiastband of my sweatpants. I offered no resistance or objection, enjoying the thrill of her hand's eventual arrival at one of my ass cheeks. She gave it a deliberate squeeze, which caused my hips to thrust forward. The result was a direct stimulation of my aching pussy by Liz's thigh. It felt amazing, so I began rubbing my crotch against her thigh in rythm. She must have figured out what I was doing, and why, because she started to do the same thing against my thigh. I was really turned on now. My hips were grinding furiously and I was pulling her into me as hard as I thought possible. As hard as I tried, though, I couldn't satisfy a deep instinct I had. I wanted more. I wanted to be closer. I wanted Liz INSIDE OF ME!

Just as I had this thought, there was a knock at the door. "Girls, what are you up to?", Liz's mom asked. We both pounced up off the bed like cats. We grabbed our shirts and clutched them against our bare breasts as the door opened. I can't even imagine how we looked to Liz's mom. I'm sure our look of guilt and shock greeted her first, then the sight of our half naked bodies, then the realization that her "goody goody" daughter was wearing full goth makeup. She sure showed a lot more restraint than my parents would have. "Angi, you better go home now", was all she said.

As I was walking home my head was spinning. I knew I was not normal, that was a given. The whole goth thing was an obvious signal of that. I never had a clue that I might be a lesbian, though. Was I a lesbian? I wasn't sure, and I wasn't sure if I wanted to be one. I looked at my watch and realized that it was 7:30. This meant I was in trouble with my dad. I hadn't left a note saying where I was, and even with a note I was supposed to be home by 6:00. He was going to be really mad.

Just as I was approaching my driveway, I saw my dad jogging toward me from the other direction. This wasn't a good sign. Usually he jogs in the morning. He only jogs at night if he's stressed out and needs to blow off some steam. "Hi Daddy!", I tried, in my best little girl voice. "Don't you dare give me that 'hi daddy' stuff!", he blasted back at me. He was really mad. "I'm going to take a shower and try to cool off a little, then we're going to have a talk young lady!", he said. He stormed past me, through open the door and ran upstairs to his room. I knew I was late, but this wasn't fair! I thought he was over reacting, so I followed him up to his room. "Daddy, I know I'm late and I didn't leave a note, but I'm sorry!", I whaled. "Late, what the hell time is it?", he said as he looked at the clock on his dresser.

Oh no, I thought, that isn't even what he's mad about. "Seven thirty five!", he screamed. "Where the hell were you?", he demanded. Just as I was about to open my mouth he said, "Forget that, this is what I want an answer for!" With that he reached into his drawer and threw something at me. My heart got stuck in my throat when I realized it was about 150 worth of Victorias Secret merchandise with the price tags still on it. "You've been shop lifting again, haven't you?", he screamed. "No Daddy, I don't know anything about those!", I pleaded. "You don't? Thats funny because they were in your gym bag!", he shouted. "Don't you lie to me!", he added as he grabbed my wrist. "Daddy your hurting me!", I protested. "Hurt you, I'll show you something that hurts!", he said while sitting down and bending me over his knee. A spanking? He hadn't spanked me since I was about seven years old. "Daddy, what are you doing?" I asked as he held me firmly in place on his lap. "Here's the deal", he said, "I'm going to pull down these sweats, and if your wearing anything stolen, you get a spanking!" With that, I felt his thumb hook into my sweats. With a flip of his wrist I felt nothing but cool air. I knew he was now looking at my bare ass cheeks and the black thong. The moment seemed to last forever, and I started to, to, to get excited! I felt his thumb hook into my thong and slowly pry it out of my crotch. They were deeper inside me than normal, and still soaked, due to my grinding with Liz. As the material was pulled out, it gave some direct stimulation to the inner folds of my pussy. I knew he had to notice how wet they were, and they had to be teaming with my sent. A little more time passed, and I wasn't quite sure what he was doing. Then he said "Victoria's Secret", and I realized he was inspecting my panties closely. I distinctly remember hearing him draw in a deep breath, which was almost immediately followed by a movement in his jogging shorts underneath my now bare pussy. Oh my god, I thought, Daddy is sniffing my panties! The thought absolutely thrilled me and my crotch quivered. "I'm sorry, Angi, but this is for your own good", he stated. No sooner were the words out of his mouth, than I felt a smack and a sting on my bare ass cheeks. If I thought I was excited before, I was mistaken. The first feeling was pain, but then I felt a warm rush of pleasure take over my entire body. He smacked me again, and my eyes started to well up with tears, but the pleasure was still there. On my fathers third assault on my ass, I found myself grinding my pussy down, just like I had on Liz's thigh, but there was nothing there to satisfy my craving. He hit me again. I thrust my hips again, but this time there was something there. It happened again, and my thrust was met by something even more prominant and pointed. On the next thrust, it hit me with a wave of clarity. I was grinding my pussy against my father's growing erection! "Oh god, Daddy!", I screamed on the next pass. My cry made him pause, and I didn't want him to. "I know I deserve it, Daddy, I've been bad!", I screamed. With my encouragement he proceded to give me seven or eight really good smacks. After each thrust, as my hips recoiled, I worked my hands underneath my body and got a grip on his jogging shorts. After the last big hit, I gave a good tug, and landed with my soaking wet pussy in direct contact with his naked cock. His hardness slightly parted the lips to my vagina, and he paused again. "Hit me, Daddy, hit me!", I emplored him. With that he continued his assault on my now beet red and burning ass cheeks. At this point, unencumbered, each thrust of my hips allowed me to grind freely on my daddy's cock! I now had the same overwhelming feeling I had at Liz's house. I wanted more. I wanted to be closer. I WANTED MY DADDY INSIDE ME!

This was hugely frustrating to me, cuz no matter how hard I tried our thighs got in the way. Then, on one rebound, I thrust my knee between myself and my father, which swung my hips around. I was now straddling his lap, with my red ass in his face and my gaping pussy facing directly down at his huge erection. He was dumbfounded, and stopped again. "Hit me, Daddy, hit me!", I was now almost commanding him. He hit my ass, but at this angle there wasn't enough leveredge to force my pelvis down. On his second hit, I decided to just do it myself. As he hit my ass, I pushed down on his crotch, but I was knocking his cock to the side. On the next rebound, I reached underneath again, but this time grabbed my dad's throbbing cock and aimed it right at my opening. On his next whack I felt the sting of his slap, the pain of my cherry breaking, the heat rush from the spanking and the unbelievable pleasure of my daddy's cock burrying itself inside me. He paused again, and I yelled "Daddy, don't you stop!" This time, instead of spanking me, he grabbed my hips and forced himself even deeper inside me. I pulled my body up and screamed, "Again, Daddy, again!" He did it again, and again, and again! I started feeling the most unimaginable wave of pleasure from deep inside my body. The feeling grew, and grew, and grew, until all at once I exploded! "Oh my god, Daddy!", "Oh my god!" My pussy started contracting and pulsing like it had a mind of its own. Then, my dad screamed, pulled his cock out, and placed it between my burning ass cheeks. His cum bubbled over right there, and he spread it all over my sore ass. His warm sperm felt so good on my ass. I called it his "spanking lotion".

The rest of my high school years were spent repeating the pleasure that I experienced on this day. Liz and I became closer, and brought our relationship to the next level. We also introduced a couple of other girls to the joy of lesbian sex. With my mom working nights, my dad and I developed a ritual of him spanking me and then fucking me. We would both practically invent things for him to give me a spanking for. We did this at least twice a week. He put me on the pill, so we didn't have to wory about pregnancy.

Liz and I are now going to the local state college. We're both rooming together, and have had a lot of crazy times. A I said earlier, I've tried the spanking and fucking thing with a few other guys. With one of them I couldn't even "get off", and the other two were just OK. This is the main reason I make sure to go home at least every other weekend. I make sure to arrive on Friday, before my mother comes home. I spend a little time telling my dad what I've done wrong over the past two weeks. He spanks me silly and then we fuck eachother's brains out! Nobody, male or female, has ever been able to make me cum like my daddy! Come to think of it, I'm probably not really a lesbian. I'm more of a bisexual "Daddy's Girl"!