Subject:     Summer Morning Sex With My Dad
Story Codes: MF F-solo oral inc father daughter
Diary Date:  June 1, 2004
Author:      Kelly <pghkelly@yahoo.com> 

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Summary:

Every family has traditions that make them unique and mine is no different.   
This summer our family started a new tradition, one that I doubt many 
families have in common but maybe if they did they would be a lot more happy.

Table of Contents:  
   Chapter 1  The First Time  
   Chapter 2  The Second Time  
   Chapter 3  Ready and Waiting  
   Chapter 4  Talking It Over With My Mom  
   Chapter 5  A Tradition is Started


Chapter 1  The First Time
==========================

When I was sixteen I came home early from a party and secretly watched from 
my bedroom window as my parents made love in the hot tub on our deck.  
Although Id lost my virginity two years earlier and been sexually active 
ever since, sex and my parents were not words I typically used in the 
same sentence.  This was actually the first time Id ever seen them having 
sex although since I was a little girl Id seen them both nude and even 
masturbate but never anything involving sex.

Surprisingly, I found myself turned on by the experience so afterwards I 
flirted and teased my dad terribly to see if he was interested in me in ways 
I hadnt considered before.  It didnt take long before he responded and made 
his way to my bedroom where he fucked me for the first time.  Granted, this 
was a gross simplification of a complex and serious time in my life so I 
encourage anyone to read more about it in my other diary entries.

From that day onward, sex with my dad has been a regular part of my daily 
routine and even though incest in my family has come to include my mother, 
her sister and my cousin, my dad is the one I never turn down no matter when 
or where we were.  Submitting myself to him as a daughter should to her 
father, satisfying his special needs as best I can, feeling the love and 
security that can only be expressed though sex, are all things I love to do 
more than anything.  I especially love it when he cums inside of me, leaving 
me with a piece of him in me along with precious memories Ill always 
treasure.  It makes me feel sexy and special as only a father who truly loves 
and respects his daughter would ever do such things.

Family traditions can start in many ways.  We have our Christmas traditions, 
birthdays and anniversaries, Mothers and Fathers Days and such which most 
people have.  This particular tradition began the summer I returned home 
after my first year away at college.  

Although I loved school, being away from my dad for so long had been a tough 
adjustment for both of us.  What I didnt know was that hed started fucking 
my younger cousin Kristi shortly after I left for school so he hadnt been 
nearly as bad off as I thought hed been.  Even so, I know he missed having 
his own daughter sit on his lap with his stiff cock pushing deep in her 
teenage pussy.  If there was one advantage I held over everyone else in the 
world, I was the only one who could say, Fuck me daddy and really mean it!

It all started a couple of weeks into my summer break.  One morning I was 
sound asleep when I felt something tickling my nose and cheeks.  My mind was 
cloudy with sleep and I didn't even want to open my eyes so I tried to brush 
whatever it was away with my hand.  Well, you can imagine my surprise when I 
realized it wasn't just an itch or pesky insect but instead it was my dads 
hard cock rubbing up against my face.  

Surprised, to say the least, I tried to open my eyes but all I could see 
through the slits was the vague form of my naked father standing next to my 
bed.  He evidently hadnt gotten dressed yet as he was till nude from being 
in bed (neither my parents or me wore anything to bed normally) and he was 
sporting an incredible hard-on!

Open your mouth baby, he said softly to me, I want you to take it.

Without even really thinking about what he was asking, I obediently opened my 
mouth wide and soon felt his dick slip between my lips and then the head 
moved into my mouth.  At that point my natural female instincts took over and 
I began to suck on his cock like a hungry baby on a full bottle.  

I dont know how long hed been standing there stroking himself as he looked 
down at me sleeping, but it must have been quite a while at least as he was 
already on the verge of cumming.  In fact, apparently all he needed was the 
additional coaxing of my wet tongue on him to set him off and almost as soon 
as he was in my mouth he unloaded and his warm cum burst from his dick into 
my mouth.  Laying on my side, the cum collected in my cheek but the first two 
shots hit the back of my throat and were threatening to make me choke or gag. 

As soon as he finished I let his cock from my mouth and leaned up on one arm 
to make it easier to swallow.  It took a few gulps but finally it was clear 
of my mouth and once I felt better I dropped my head back down on the pillow 
and closed my eyes, a satisfied grin on my face.  My dad ran his fingers 
through my hair gently, something he knew I loved.

Mmmmmmm Kelly... now thats the way a good daughter SHOULD say goodbye to 
her dad in the morning, he whispered to me as he kissed me on the cheek.

Despite being suddenly super horny, I was so tired still that I just nodded 
back off again and when I awoke later, if it hadnt been for the distinct 
aftertaste of cum in my mouth I wouldve sworn that the entire thing had been 
nothing more than a wonderful dream.

My dad didn't say anything about our morning time when he came home later 
that night, not even a wink to me.  I figured it mustve been just him being 
extra horny that morning and he needed someone to take care of him so who 
better to do so than his loving daughter?  My mom was NOT a morning person 
whatsoever and of all the times Id heard them making love, I can't hardly 
remember any being first thing in the morning.


Chapter 2  The Second Time
===========================

The next morning I was having the strangest dream about a stranger fucking me 
from behind in the middle of a crowded mall.  When I woke up with my eyes 
tightly shut, it was like I was awake but the dream hadnt stopped  or was I 
still sleeping with some surreal dream still playing? As the fog lifted from 
my mind, I realized that I really WAS being fucked from behind and that 
indeed, it was no dream at all! 

Someone was nestled up behind me as I lay on my side and had lifted my leg up 
enough and over theirs to get his dick inside of me! Id gone to bed late the 
night before thanks to a movie I wanted to finish but I hadnt thought Id be 
so tired the next morning that I wouldn't know it when a guy started fucking 
me!  There was no doubt who it was.  After all, who else would be in my bed 
in the morning fucking me?  Turning my head, I looked over my shoulder to see 
my loving father smiling back at me.

Morning baby, he said cheerfully, never missing a beat as he stroked his 
dick in and out of me slowly but deliberately.  It was if he was greeting me 
for breakfast or something, as if this was the most natural way for a girl to 
wake.

Daddy, what are you doing? I whined just little.

It wasn't that he was hurting me or anything  quite the opposite if 
anything.  It was just that I still hadnt quite woken up enough to fully 
comprehend all that was happening.   It was like I was still half in my dream 
except now I realized much of it hadnt been a dream in the first place.

Sorry baby, I just couldn't help myself, my dad replied, You looked so 
damn sexy laying there I just had to fuck you.  I was really trying not to 
wake you.

Was he serious?  Did he really think he could fuck me and then leave without 
ever waking me?  Admittedly, it would have been erotic as hell to wake up and 
feel his sperm dripping from me and not remember any of it, but thats not 
what happened nor was it reasonable to expect it. Instead, I awoke to find my 
own father drilling my pussy with his own personal oil rig.  For the moment 
all I could do was lay there like a wet rag  well, at least I was wet at one 
particular location!

All the while my dad never stopped fucking me and I was finally beginning to 
wake up enough to enjoy what he was doing to me when I heard him groan and 
then he came in me.  My heart skipped a beat, as it always does when my dad 
cums in me, when I felt him releasing himself deep inside of me.

When a boyfriend or anyone else cums inside of me, for me its all about the 
pleasurable feelings it gives me, not to mention avoiding the mess that 
wouldve been created had he squirting it all over me instead. 

By contrast, when my dad cums in me its an entirely different experience for 
me.  Of course it feels good as physically its no different being fucked by 
him than anyone else, but an entirely different emotional element is also 
present.  Its really hard to describe but in a way, its like my father is 
mating me.  Before you get the wrong idea, I don't mean anything kinky like 
he was trying to get me pregnant (I would NEVER want to get pregnant with my 
dad), its the symbolism of the act that Im referring to, where the male 
dominates the female and leaves his seed behind inside of her.

Another way of looking at it is that for me, when anyone else cums inside of 
me from my perspective its done out of his own selfishness.  Face it, its 
not like were married trying for a child, its just another horny guy 
getting off using my pussy.  The only reason I allow him to do it in the 
first place is that I love it myself so in essence, we are both using the 
other for our personal pleasure.  I dont buy the crap that some guys expect 
me to believe where they claim to want to please the girl more than himself.  
As I said, if people are truly honest they admit that the truth  that we are 
both are doing it to satisfy our own needs, not the others. 

Such is NOT the case when Im with my dad having sex; its entirely 
different.  When Im with him, sex becomes an expression of the love and 
respect between a father and his daughter where their bodies join as one and 
he gives her the most intimate gift.  

Again, dont get ahead of me and start thinking anything too weird here.  Im 
NOT trying to imply that Im my fathers lover nor would I ever say that we 
make love together (making is love is something he only does with my mom, he 
fucks me).  I dont know how to describe it any better than that as its 
something special that only a father and daughter can truly understand.

When I give myself to my dad, it is an act of submission that I have never, 
and will never, give to anyone else, not even my husband (I expect to be an 
equal partner with him unless we are role playing!).  I guess you could say 
Im sacrificing myself in an emotional way to him, giving him the 
satisfaction and joy that comes from taking his daughter completely in body 
and spirit, from me allowing him to totally dominate me and have his way with 
me.

Well, enough of that.  Just suffice to say that I can never get enough of my 
dad cumming in me! No sooner than he was finished, though, he said that he 
had to get ready for work, leaving me alone and terribly horny in my bed.  
There was no way I could go back to sleep now, not with his fresh cum 
draining out of me and my pussy throbbing like it had a heartbeat of its own! 

As I heard my dad taking a shower I laid on my back and played with my clit, 
enjoying the slipperiness created by his cum that hed so graciously left 
behind.  I masturbated furiously until I finally came and then turned back on 
my side and cupped my warm crotch in my hand, feeling it pulsing underneath 
my palm.  Not long afterwards, my dad came out of the bathroom and entered my 
room again where he leaned over and kissed me gently on my cheek.

Kelly... I just want you to know that I loved fucking you this morning, he 
whispered in my ear, Youre the best daughter a father could ask for.

He kissed me again and then left me with a warm glow inside.  It made me feel 
so special to know that my daddy loved fucking me and to hear him say it to 
me was music to my ears.  What greater compliment could a father give to his 
daughter?  He could tell me I was pretty, talented, or whatever but that was 
easy since it didn't directly affect him.  Saying that he loved fucking me 
meant so much to me since it required HIM to feel good as well.

So now that made it two mornings in a row, two morning where my dad surprised 
me with the most wonderful wake-up call.  Later that night when I was tired 
and ready for bed, I kissed my parents goodnight and as my lips touched my 
dads and our tongues touched, I wondered if he was going to wake me again in 
the morning.


Chapter 3  Ready and Waiting
=============================

Fortunately I wasn't disappointed only this time I was already awake when he 
entered my room.  Id been playing with myself so I was warm and wet, all 
ready for him.  He grinned when he realized what Id been doing  and WHY.  
What father wouldnt smile seeing his naked daughter laying on her back with 
her legs spread in anticipation of him fucking her?  He wasted no time in 
climbing up on top of me and I could tell he wanted me badly.  Then I felt 
his already hard dick pressing against my pussy, anxious to enter me like a 
dog straining against its leash.

Tell me what you want Kelly, he whispered in my ear as he kissed my neck 
and ran his tongue around my neck and ear, Tell me what you want your daddy 
to do to you.

I want you to fuck me daddy, I softly replied, I want you to show me how 
much you love me.  Please fuck me daddy.

God I love hearing you say that, he groaned as he pushed himself into me 
and started fucking me missionary style.

As he started to fuck me in earnest, I sighed at the feeling of him entering 
me and my heart was filled with love for my father.  No matter how many times 
he fucks me, each time its like its our first time all over again.  Its as 
if the previous times were all just a dream and now my dream was coming true 
again as I give myself totally to him.

Hmmmmmm... I think somebody likes her daddy waking her up this way in the 
morning, he teased me as his rigid dick moved in and out of me in a 
continuous rhythm.

Oh daddy, dont be so silly! I giggled like a little schoolgirl, You know 
you can do anything to me ANYTIME you want.

My dad was panting as he kept fucking me but he still managed to say, I 
know... thats what makes you such a great daughter!

His strokes were now long and at a steady pace, like a marathon runner who 
had established his rhythm.  Each time he would pull out until only his head 
was in me where he would hesitate just long enough to tease me and then push 
it back into me with a steady, deliberate motion.  When our bodies met and he 
was completely engulfed by my pussy, he would again hold himself there for 
just a moment, grinding his hairy crotch against my bare pussy in a circular 
motion, and then just as deliberately pull back out of me again.  It was 
enough to drive me crazy with desire.  God I loved to be fucked this way!

He needed to be in me deeper so I pulled my legs in until my feet were flat 
on the bed with my knees up and then I spread my legs apart as far as I could 
so he could push himself in between them more easily.  My entire bed rocked 
slightly when we met, pushing me up onto the bed just a little more each time 
each time until after a while he would lean back on his knees and pull me 
back down again, then leaning over me again and resume fucking me again.

Damn your fucking pussy feels so good, he whispered hoarsely to me, Oh 
Kelly... I cant hold back much longer.

Cum in me daddy, I pleaded, Oh daddy, PLEASE cum in me.

As I mentioned, I loved it when he came in me any time but this was my 
favorite position  missionary style, at least when Im with my dad.  With 
other guys I enjoy being on top as well as it gives me more control over how 
Im getting fucked.  However, when Im with my dad I love it best when he 
pins me down on the bed beneath him, driving his incestuous cock in and out 
of my pussy however he wishes, holding my arms down behind my head as I 
submit to his will.  It wasn't that he was forcing me to do anything or even 
worse, raping me, not by ANY means do I mean to infer THAT.  Even so, I did 
like to feel dominated by him where Im powerless to do anything to stop him, 
even if I had wanted to (which I never did!).

Never in my wildest dreams could I even imagine allowing myself to submit to 
any other man like this.  He was my father, the man I trusted more than 
anyone else in the world, and it was a like a public demonstration of that 
trust when I gave myself to him.

Oh yeah baby, here it comes, my dad groaned, Im cumming inside of you... 
can you feel it Kelly?

Indeed I could! How could I NOT feel his cock as it shot out stream after 
stream of hot cum into me, spewing his seed into my pussy? Each time he 
erupted I could feel this sensation... like a warm blossom of heat in me that 
quickly died away, only to be followed by another and yet another.  Each time 
I could picture his cock deep inside of me, pumping its load of sperm deep 
inside of me.  It may have been a futile attempt to mate me as I was on the 
pill, but as they say, its the thought that counts.

Yes daddy... yes, I can feel you cumming in me, I moaned, Tell me you love 
me daddy... Tell me how much you love me!

Oh baby, you know I love you, he said softly, as if he was caressing me 
with his words, I could never do this to you if I didnt.

I know daddy... I understand... I really do, I replied in a voice that 
barely could be heard.

For the next couple of minutes we just stayed together, neither of us saying 
anything, just a father and daughter enjoying being together  in more ways 
than one! Then he kissed me, long and passionately.  Finally he was done and 
he pulled what remained of his limp cock from me.  For just a moment I felt 
this incredible sense of emptiness and loneliness, as if a part of me had 
been amputated.  At that moment I wouldve given anything for him to change 
his mind and pushed his cock back into me again, even if just to leave it 
still in me.   Even if he was mostly soft it would still be better than this 
horrible feeling of emptiness I felt between my legs and in my heart.  It 
wasn't to be so as he carefully got off of me and climbed out of my bed and 
went off to shower.

As much as Id loved him fucking me, it was over so quick I didn't orgasm.  
Its not like I was disappointed or upset as that often happened even when 
Im incredibly horny and loving whats happening to me.  Its as if I am 
concentrating so hard on him and what he is doing to me that I dont allow 
myself to get off was well.  This left it up to me to finish myself off but 
that was fine with me.  It wasn't my dads fault; I knew he had to get to 
work and so he couldn't stay with me any longer.  Besides, there was always 
the evening when he usually made sure I was satisfied before he left me.

As my fingers played over my clit and pushed into my pussy, I dreamed of 
joining him in the shower, sucking his wet dick as the water streamed over 
me.  I knew he needed to get to work or I might have been tempted to make 
that dream come true!  It wouldn't have been fair of me to do that.  If I 
went into the shower now I knew that he would never refuse me; but then he 
would have been late to work and I didn't want to cause him any trouble.  He 
WAS the senior partner but that also meant he had to set an example for the 
associates and other partners.

It didn't take much to bring myself to orgasm after the incredible fucking my 
dad had given me.  I cried out softly as I felt the fire erupt inside me as 
my back arched and legs tensed in response to the wonderful feelings of 
pleasure that passed all over my body.  It was like my pussy was a volcano, 
spewing out lava that covered my entire body except instead of molten rock, 
it was the heat of lust and passion that consumed me.  I imagined my father 
being in me know, my pussy clamping down on his cock as my orgasm surged and 
threatened to overwhelm me.  As it slowly died down, I heard my dad open the 
bathroom door and I looked up to see him enter my room once again.

Well, well.I see you managed to take care of yourself, he said with a 
grin, I promise to make up for it later  OK?

I just nodded and smiled, knowing he always kept these type of promises! Once 
again, he kissed me and left to leave but at the door he turned around and 
smiled at me once again.

Did I ever tell you that you were the most wonderful daughter in the world? 
he asked, his grin telling me he already knew the answer.  I just blushed and 
smiled at him as he left to get dressed.


Chapter 4  Talking It Over With My Mom
=======================================

Later that morning my mom was home as she had started working a new shift 
that day.  As we were eating breakfast, she gave me an odd look.

So Kelly, tell me... did your dad fuck you this morning before he went to 
work? she asked.

Ummmmm, yeah, I replied, uncertain as to where this was going so I tried to 
downplay it as much as possible.  It was pretty quick though, he had to 
catch the T.

I see... well, I just thought I heard something this morning, she mused.  
She took a another drink from her coffee cup and seemed to be thinking hard 
about something before she finally looked back at me and asked, And just how 
long has THIS been going on?

Now I was really curious as to what she was leading up to.  I knew my mom 
pretty well and I knew when she was setting up the pins.  The question was, 
when would she roll the ball and try to knock them down? I chose my words 
carefully for my reply.

Its only been the last few days.  I dont know for sure whether hes going 
to do it every morning from now on or not.  You know how he is sometimes, it 
may just be a phase hes going through.

The way my mom rolled her eyes made me wonder whether Id helped or just made 
things worse.  Actually, I had a pretty good feeling that my dad was enjoying 
his morning wake-up calls so my expectations were that he would be doing it 
again soon.

Yeah, hes something else, isnt he, she said, shaking her head slowly, I 
mean, hes always been the type that wakes up hornymust be where you get it 
from, certainly not me! I just dont get off doing it that early in the day  
never have.  I need two cups of coffee before I do ANYTHING in the morning, 
let alone sex.

She paused to take another sip from her cup.  I still wasn't sure what to say 
as it seemed everything I had said so far just made things worse.  Then she 
chuckled softly, as if a funny thought had come to her mind.

Sorry, I guess I just dont understand him sometimes. Since weve been 
married hes jerked off in the bathroom in the morning, usually after he 
shaves and before he showers.  You guys have been fooling around for years 
now so what took him so long to come up with this idea? Why now?

You dont mind, do you mom? I asked, worried that she might be upset or 
something for some reason.  I was totally confused as normally she never said 
much of anything about my dad and me, even when we did it right in front of 
her.   Why this was any different, especially since she was sleeping at the 
time anyway?

Oh no, sweetiedont worry, she assured me, putting her hand on mine, I 
guess I just wish sometimes he would discuss things with me before he just 
goes off and does it, especially when it involves sex with you

That was all she said about the matter for the rest of the day and I figured 
she was over with it, that is, until my dad came home and we were seated 
around the table eating supper.  In the middle of the meal, right out of the 
blue my mom looked at my dad and gave him a bit of a smirk, the kind someone 
gives when they know a secret and someone else doesnt.

So John, anything new you want to tell me? she asked.  My dad looked at her 
with a puzzled look and then at me.  I just shrugged and I could tell from 
the look on his face that he knew what my mom was referring to but he still 
played it dumb.

Umm, not anything I know of dear, he replied, A little help maybe?

My mom huffed in mock exasperation.  Id seen them play out this little game 
before when my mom knew something about my dad and he wouldn't admit it until 
he was faced with indisputable evidence.  My mom evidently wasnt in the mood 
to play, though, so she pointed a finger at me and confronted him.

Give me a break, John, I know youve been fucking Kelly every morning 
lately, she declared.

My dad looked at me with a what have you been telling her look but wasn't 
ready to give in yet as he shrugged his shoulders and replied, Yeah... so is 
that a problem or something?

My mom let out a deep breath in exasperation.  Well, you could have at least 
TOLD me.  I AM your wife you know.

My dad put down his fork and looked at her solemnly.  Now Mary, you know I 
love you and youve never had an issue with me and Kelly before.  Whats the 
big deal this time?

Nothing really, you know Ive never been concerned about that, so long as we 
always discussed it and were up front with it, she said softly, I just wish 
youd talked about it first rather than hiding it from me.

Mary, I wasnt hiding anything! my dad protested, You were sound asleep 
and I just didn't want to wake you.  Besides, since when do I have to tell 
you every time I do Kelly?

My mom closed her eyes as if to concentrate her thoughts and then she smiled 
and perked up a bit.

I guess youre right, I didn't mean to overreact or anything, she said 
apologetically.  She leaned over the table and kissed my dad.  Thank god that 
was over!

So tell me one thing, she continued, just as I thought the conversation was 
over.  Usually whenever they reached the kiss and makeup stage, that ended 
whatever they were arguing over.  So is this going to a new morning 
tradition for you two?

My dad looked at me and I smiled back at him.  I certainly was up for it if 
he was! I was sitting next to him wearing just my usual t-shirt when I felt 
his hand on my leg and then he slid it between my legs and tickled my pussy.

Dad! I exclaimed in mock protest.

John! my mom joined in, You know better, not at the table!

We all laughed and the rest of the meal was uneventful. I guess all the talk 
about our mornings had my dad going because he kept trying to grope me, 
acting like some hormonal teenager in a movie theater.  I didn't mind, 
especially since I knew what usually happened after supper when he acted this 
way!


Chapter 5  A Tradition is Started
==================================

As it turned out, a tradition is exactly what it became.  For the rest of 
the summer my dad would come into my bedroom before he left for the office 
where he would have some form of sex with me.  We usually only had ten to 
fifteen minutes, sometimes even less, so it didn't leave a lot of time to get 
TOO creative.

Even so, the fun part for me was that I never knew exactly what he wanted 
each morning.  Usually he would simply wake me and we would just have a quick 
fuck, typically missionary style if I was lying on my back already, or doggie 
style if I was on my stomach.  If we had some extra time I would let him 
climb on my bed and I would ride his hard cock until he came. 

Like my dad, waking up in the morning was the most naturally horny time of 
day for me.  Despite my moms earlier protests, you could say it worked out 
for all three of us as it relieved her of having to deal with my dad in the 
mornings.  I think it also was good for my dads stress levels as when he 
would cum and pump my pussy full of his sperm, it seemed to take a huge load 
off of him  physically and mentally, which put him in a better frame of mind 
to go to the office and work all day. My only regret was that our time was 
usually much too short and most of the time I was left to masturbate 
afterwards to finish myself off.  I guess it was a small price for me to play 
considering how much I was pleasing my dad.

On a positive note, there WERE times, though, when he would get creative. 
More than once I awoke to the feeling of his cock violating my pussy, which 
for me was a super turn-on.  I loved thinking about him entering my room 
while I was sound asleep and carefully getting into bed with me, pulling back 
the covers to reveal my nude body laying there just waiting for him to do 
whatever he wanted to with it.  I trusted my father completely and I felt so 
secure knowing that I could offer myself to him in that way, letting him use 
me for his pleasure in any way he desired while I was totally at his mercy.

Sometimes when I masturbated I would think of him reaching between my thighs 
to spread them apart, revealing my bare pussy as I slept.  Climbing over me, 
he guides his cock while spreading my pussy lips apart with the same hand.  
Ever so slowly he enters me, pushing himself into me as slowly as he could, 
trying not to wake me.  

Sometimes I would moan as even in my sleep my body reacted to his cock.  
Usually this is when I would wake up and as the haze of sleep lifted I would 
realize what he was doing and inevitably he would see a big smile on my face 
since it was impossible for me to do anything else when he was fucking me.  
If he managed to get his cock completely in me until his crotch was pushing 
up tight against mine without his cock in between us without waking me, odds 
were pretty good he could then fuck me without waking me, which was a huge 
turn on for him.

Later I would wake and feel my pussy all wet with his cum draining from me 
and grin as I knew he had managed to do something few fathers ever get to 
experience, fucking his daughter in her sleep.  He told me once how much that 
turned him on and how he would have to masturbate in his office later that 
day thinking about it.

Instead of fucking my pussy when I was asleep, sometimes he would try to get 
his cock in my mouth instead.  This was a bit trickier (not to mention 
dangerous) in that he had to get my mouth open wide enough for his erect cock 
to fit in without my teeth hurting him.   To be honest, he was only 
successful a few times as usually the touch of him on my lips was enough to 
wake me.  Not that he would be disappointed because I would still suck him 
off but the challenge was to get his cock in my mouth without waking me.  
Even the few times he was able to do so, the touch of his head against the 
back of my throat woke me every time except once.  That one time I was very 
tired from having been out to late the night before and waking me was not 
going to happen very easily.  He told me later how thrilling it was for him 
to fuck my mouth while I was sound asleep, seeing himself moving in and out 
of me while I just laid there completely at his mercy.  He didnt cum in my 
mouth because he didnt want me to choke so instead he came all over my face.  
I awoke a while later after his cum had dried on my face.  Although I was 
happy hed cum on me in my sleep, I didnt realize that he had also fucked my 
mouth for the first time until he came home that night so horny he took me in 
the hallway as soon as he got in the door! He said he had thought all day 
about it and when he told me what he had done, I just hugged him and told him 
I loved him and was so happy to please him.

As you might expect, my dad didnt fuck me every morning; sometimes he didnt 
even touch me. There were those times when he would uncover me and just watch 
me as I slept, admiring my tanned nineteen year-old body.  Then he would 
masturbate as he stood over me, eventually cumming on my face or other parts 
of my body so that when I woke up later I was greeting with his cum as a 
calling card of his visit.  Feeling his dried cum on me, I would know what 
had happened and my thoughts that day would be of him stroking his cock while 
he stared at me.  What girl wouldn't be thrilled knowing that just looking at 
her was enough to make her dad cum!

NOTE:	Our tradition has lived on ever since although over time it has 
became less regular.  Maybe Its because Im getting older and the naughty 
thrill of fucking a 21 year-old as she sleeps isnt the same as it was when I 
was a nineteen year-old teenager but somehow I doubt this is the reason.  

More likely, I think, is that it is just part of the natural evolution of our 
sexual relationship (including the fact he is getting into his forties).  For 
that matter, who knows and really, does it matter? I can only hope that our 
little tradition continues in some form for a long time!

THE END 
