Subject: My First Time With My Dad (f-solo, Mf, exhib, incest)
Diary Date: May 11, 2001
Author: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
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!!!WARNING!!!!
This file is a work of fiction containing sexually explicit material which may
include depictions of underage, nonconsensual and unprotected sex as well as
incest and adultery. It is not intended to implicate any person or action by
them or me, nor advocate such practices. If you can't separate fantasy from
reality, get professional help - FAST!
The material is distributed as "For Adults Only" and possession by a minor is
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Although I wrote this to stand on its own as much as possible, it might help to
understand things better if you read my previous diary entries at
https://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Kelly85/. The "About Me" directory also has a
lot more information about me as well if you're interested.
Summary:
Everyone asks me if this really happened. Well, it did and yes, we have
continued to be together ever since. I highly recommend reading �My Thoughts
About Incest� before you read this. One last thing... people ask me what my
favorite story is. Well, this may not be the best written one, the most erotic
one, or the hottest one, but it definitely means more to me than anything else
I�ve ever written.
If I had to pick one event or day in my life that has impacted me more than any
other, the choice would be easy � the day my dad and I had sex together for the
first time. The change it made in my life then, and my life since then, cannot
be overstated.
Table of Contents:
Chapter 1 � Life Before Incest
Chapter 2 � An Attitude Adjustment
Chapter 3 � Debating Incest
Chapter 4 � �Seducing� My Dad
Chapter 5 � First Time Sex With My Dad
Chapter 1 � Life Before Incest
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My parents keep themselves in pretty good shape and my mom still looks fantastic
in her bikini while my dad still wears the same pant size from when he graduated
from college. Indeed, my Mom loves it when people mistake her for my older
sister! No doubt it helps that she only had to give birth to one child. I was
a rough delivery and so based on her doctor�s recommendation, my mom didn't have
any more children. As her only child, she and I have always very close and I
share everything I do with her.
My mom was the one that taught me to masturbate (well, some things come natural
but it never hurts to get a few pointers) and basically I learned most
everything I needed to know about sex from her. She got me on birth control
when I became sexually active. Unlike most girls, who have to hide what they do
with their boyfriends from their parents, when I gave up my virginity at the
ripe old age of fourteen, I couldn't wait to get home and tell my Mom all about
it. Since then I�ve told her everything I�ve ever done with every guy I�ve been
with � and I do mean EVERYTHING. Actually, I think she lives vicariously
through me as both of my parents take their wedding vows very seriously and she
would never go out and cheat on my dad.
Speaking of hiding things from your parents, it�s always seemed a shame to me
that when it comes to sex, most parents shroud the topic in mystery, treating
the subject as taboo and putting their kids on a guilt trip if they catch them
so much as masturbating or just playing around. Fortunately for me, my parents
have always been totally open about sex, yet all the while stressing respectful
AND responsibility. Thus while I may have been much more aware of sex when I
was growing up in comparison to most kids, I was undoubtedly much more
responsible and prepared to handle it when I grew old enough to start doing more
than just talk about it.
From my earliest memories, nudity at home was never anything to be ashamed of
yet at the same time, it wasn't necessarily something to be flaunted either. I
can�t stress enough that we were NOT nudist. We never went to any �clothing
optional� clubs or get involved in anything regarding nudity away from home or
with other people. Personally, I�ve never been able to understand why someone
would WANT to be a nudist.
To help illustrate what I�m saying, here are some examples. While it was
typical for us to be naked in the hot tub, that was more because my dad didn't
want to contaminate the water than see his wife and daughter naked. We never
lounged around nude in the family room watching TV � my mom simply didn't
consider it to be hygienic and besides, it felt better to have a little
protection on. If my dad was taking a shower I wasn�t afraid to do my hair in
the bathroom nor did it bother me for him to shave while I was in the tub or
shower. We were naked because it made sense to be, not because we wanted the
other to see us nude.
I started sleeping nude when I was turned twelve; not for any sex-related
reasons but more because that was how my parents ha always slept and I was
trying at that age not to be a �kid�. Once I tried it, I found that it just
felt better to sleep nude and so I have done so ever since. It�s not something
I usually even think about until I spend the night at a friends house and wear
pajamas or a nightshirt and realize just how uncomfortable and restricted it
makes me feel for the entire night! I kept a nightshirt or a robe by the bed to
put on when I got up.
In today�s world plagued with so much pornography on the Internet and media, too
many kids are becoming addicted to porn or even worse, de-sensitized to it.
Thus today it�s all the worse when parents add an element of mystery and
intrigue by condemning sex. In stark contrast, my parents brought me up to
appreciate the not-so-subtle differences between porn and art, to recognize the
joys raised by eroticism over the tastelessness of vulgarity.
On top of everything, my parent�s marriage was a daily demonstration to me of
the emotional fulfillment of a strong marriage, a committed relationship where
they were partners. Neither of them ever cheated on the other and wouldn't have
even if they had �permission�. Granted, that was also in large part due to my
mom�s strong religious beliefs (as in �Thou shalt not commit adultery.�) but
they took their marriage as just that � vows.
Although my parents never actually made love in front of me while I was growing
up, I knew they did frequently - it was the only time the bedroom door was
closed so they may as well have just hung out a sign! One of the greatest gifts
my parents gave me throughout my childhood was the security that comes from
knowing that your parents are totally in love with one another - physically as
well as emotionally.
When it comes to masturbation, I consider it a totally different topic from sex.
Masturbation is a natural act that allows a person to deal with their inner
needs and emotions we all have as a result of being created by God as sexual
beings. Even though almost everybody does it, society still treats it like a
forbidden ritual. Personally, I think making someone feel guilty about
masturbating won�t stop them, but it may result in an unhealthy attitude and
lack of respect for their own sexuality.
My parents (especially my dad) masturbated frequently and they made no effort to
hide it yet there was NOTHING kinky about it. The key was that like nudity,
they didn�t flaunt it either. If the mood struck them, they did it � it was
that simple. Also, they did it discretely, not like my dad was putting on a
show for me just because he was turned on by Amanda Tapping of StarGate fame.
If I didn�t know what he was doing, I�d of probably not even noticed.
As for myself, whether watching a sexy movie or just feeling horny, I�ve never
felt inhibited from touching myself wherever or whenever I needed to in order to
release the sexual tension built up within me. Again, I was taught that
discretion was just being polite. I could usually reach inside my pajamas or
under my skirt without making a big show of it so why not do it when you need to
rather than wait to go off and hide? I would bet that most of the time my
parents don't even know I�m doing it!
Another of the many problems created when sex is treated as secretive and taboo
is that most people raised that way instantly assume that if someone is nude or
masturbates around someone else, that there is some inference of a desire for a
sexual relationship. Well, that just goes to show how wrong impressions get
started by people who don't know what they are talking about. I NEVER felt that
way growing up. If I saw my dad masturbating because he was turned on by a movie
or picture of beautiful woman, I didn�t assume that he wanted to have sex with
ME, I knew that he was just horny. My mother had a drawer full of vibrators next
to her bed which she used frequently. When I started masturbating she offered
them to me and even demonstrated a few of them but that didn't mean she wanted
to use them ON me! If anything, the way I was raised I probably had LESS
thoughts of sexual relations with my family than the average person. While I
realize that people who have been raised in home where sex is kept hidden away
and masturbation is ridiculed (even though everyone does it) have a hard time
understanding all of this, if they would just sit down and get their minds out
of the sexual gutters their upbringing has thrown them in, they might understand
that my home environment was much more healthy than theirs, especially when it
comes to self-confidence and respect for others.
Needless to say as I grew older a lot of things changed as I physically and
mentally matured. Like most every girl, I went through the natural progression
of curiosity, masturbation, and oral sex. When I was fourteen I had sex for the
first time with my boyfriend. He was followed by a number of boys. Most of the
time it was just oral sex, but I enjoyed fucking as much as the next girl and
indulged in more than my fair share of it.
Naturally, my parents knew about everything I did along the way and in fact,
they generally encouraged me to take advantage of the opportunities of
adolescence and enjoy myself. My mom especially loved to sit in bed next to me
after I came home from a hot date and listen to me as I would describe every
detail of what the guy had done to me � and me to him. I�m not sure who got
turned on more during those special mother-daughter times - her listening to how
her little girl was fucked her boyfriends or me telling her about it and
watching her reactions. It wasn't unusual for her to leave after I was through
and head straight for the drawer next to her bed. If anything, I gave me a
thrill to see how much my mom seemed to be reliving her own teen years
vicariously through me.
My dad was just as interested in my dates as my mom but he was also very
concerned that I took precautions to keep myself safe. Believe it or not, my
dad actually preferred that I bring boys home to fuck me because then at least
he knew I was OK. I understood that he was just a dad anxious about his little
girl so I would leave the door to my bedroom cracked open for him to keep on eye
on us, especially when I was with a new boy. It also made me feel more secure
knowing that my dad was keeping an eye on things.
Now before you think of me as being totally na�ve, of course I knew he also
enjoyed watching us and often he would masturbate afterwards. As my mom often
reminded me in such circumstances, my dad was also a man and had the same
reactions any other man would have seeing two teenagers fucking in bed, even if
the girl was his own daughter. Indeed, I would have far more worried if he
DIDN�T get turned on!
From fourteen until just after I turned sixteen I fucked a total of six teenage
boys plus an older married guy from my dad�s office. During that same time I
found that I really enjoyed blowjobs and personally, I felt I had a natural
knack for them. Thus while I may have been very selective over whose penis I
allowed in my vagina, I did take advantage of every opportunity to suck cock.
There is just something about sucking a boy dick, feeling him get hard, and then
bringing him to a climax, all with just my mouth, that is exhilarating to me. I
was also quite proud of what I felt was a well-deserved reputation among the
boys for being the best cocksucker in my school. After all, I worked hard for
it � and I deserved it.
I�ve said all of this so far so people would have a better understanding of
where I was in my life up to this time and perhaps why things happened the way
they did. Now, with all the sexual activity in my life by the time I was only
sixteen, I guess it was only natural that my relationships with my parents would
change as well�
Chapter 2 � An Attitude Adjustment
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One night, a couple of months after my sixteenth birthday, I came home early
from a party. It was suppose to be fun but after I got there it turned into a
boring evening full of nothing but people standing around smoking and drinking �
neither of which I did nor did I enjoy being around such people. The guy who
brought me was pretty hot but he soon became so drunk I didn't even want to suck
him, let alone have him fuck me, so in disgust I asked a girlfriend to take me
home.
When I walked through the front door I didn�t see my parents nor did I hear the
TV down in the basement, so I assumed that my parents must have left for the
evening. There wasn't a note or anything which didn't surprise me since I was
suppose to be home late and that they probably figured that they would be back
before then. Once upstairs, I noticed their bedroom was also empty, confirming
my theory. Entering my bedroom, I was about to turn on the light when I heard
something from outside my window.
Our bedrooms are on the second floor and mine overlooks the back deck which
includes a large hot tub. Peeking out the window between the drawn blinds, I
couldn�t believe my eyes - my parents were both in the hot tub. Now that in and
of itself wasn't unusual as we definitely got our money's worth from that hot
tub. What WAS surprising though, was that they were going at it like two horny
teenagers in heat! Needless to say, they were both completely naked with my dad
seated on an edge while my mom was underwater except for her head and shoulders
which were between his legs as she sucked his hardened cock!
It was not the first time by any means I�d seen my dad with an erection but it
WAS the first time I saw my mom sucking it. I smiled to myself as my mom
demonstrated some pretty impressive cocksucking skills. Obviously she�d had
lots of practice! Her face was buried in my Dad's wet crotch and she was taking
all of his wonderful cock in her mouth. From the look on my Dad's face he was
enjoying it immensely! His hands were on her head, pulling it into him, forcing
himself deeper down her throat.
Instinctively I turned away out of respect for their privacy. As I said, my
parents were open about almost every area of their lives except for their
lovemaking which had always been something special that they reserved for just
between the two of them. The only problem was that I couldn't help myself �
something inside me seemed to be compelling me to watch them.
I turned back to the window and looked down at them as they began to make
passionate love, my mom in a doggie position with her hands on the edge and her
butt facing my dad as he banged her hard from the rear. I couldn't quite see
him penetrating her, but the motions they were making were unmistakable.
After a while they reversed positions to where she was seated with her legs
spread wide open while he moved in between them. My mom used her fingers to
push aside her matted wet pubic hair. Watching him approach her I stared,
afraid that if I blinked even once I might miss something. My mom used her hand
to skillfully guide my dad�s cock into her pussy. I drew in a sharp breath as
for the first time in my life I saw him penetrate her with his dick. She threw
her head back and arched her back as he thrust himself into her.
There was a tingle in my pussy as I imagined how my mom must be feeling at that
moment, feeling her hungry pussy being filled by her lover�s swollen cock. I
watched intently as my dad fucked my mom over and over, including several
positions I�d never tried. The more I watched the more I was realized that I
was getting incredibly turned on! To my astonishment, my pussy was getting
warmer by the second and my mouth was dry like a desert. It didn't help either
that I hadn�t been fucked tonight the way I had expected to be. Stupid boy
friend! I wonder if he had any idea how horny I was tonight and how badly I�d
wanted him to fuck me? In any case, seeing my parents making love brought out
all the horniness that had been building up in me during the course of the
evening.
Suddenly the most astonishing realization struck me. It was as if in the blink
of an eye something just clicked inside of me, like a switch that had laid
dormant all my life but was suddenly turned on. I couldn't believe it. Oh my
god, for the first time in my life I was feeling a genuine sexual attraction to
my own parents! Sure there had been times I might get horny seeing my dad
jerking his cock, especially when he would cum and spray all over himself but it
was more that it reminded me of being laid by my boyfriend, not my dad jerking
off. Masturbating with you mother is a great way to spend an evening, but it�s
not like we even touched each other � or even mentioned it.
My mind churned as I started to think about how in recent years that my dad was
getting an erection more and more often when he saw me nude or playing with
myself, or at least he wasn�t hiding it as much as he use to. Until now I was
appreciative (and a little amused) that he was turned on by me yet I knew deep
down that it meant nothing more to him personally then when he would get horny
from some anonymous slut in a dirty video. It couldn�t have been ME, his
daughter, that he was getting hard thinking about, it was the �girl� he saw. In
a way, I guess you could say I considered myself a facilitator, not a
participant, of my dad�s sexual fantasies. That�s a LONG was from having sex
with him!
Watching my parents making love for the first time in my life, I realized that
what I was feeling now was something entirely new for me, something I�d never
even fantasized about let alone hope would come true. It was a little
unsettling even as for the first time in my life, I was being turned on by
watching a dick that wasn't just some boyfriend or a boy making a move on me, it
was my DAD�S cock that I was thinking about. It�s hard to describe my feelings
then. It wasn't that knot I get in my stomach when I see a boy�s nice dick and
I want it so bad I could scream. This was something I�d never experienced
before. I wanted my dad to do the same thing to me that he was doing for my
mother. Just as he was showing my mother his love to her as her husband, I
wanted him to show his love for me as my father. I wanted to please him in the
same way I cold tell that my mother was pleasing him. I wanted to be the best
daughter I could possibly be for him, attending to his needs and desires as I
knew only I could do. I wasn�t horny for my dad, not that way at all. I wanted
to be closer to him, to share myself with him. I wanted the security of his
love and respect for me, demonstrated to me in a way only a father can do for
his daughter.
Of course, no matter how you view the emotional implications, in the end it was
still SEX that I was thinking about, sex with my DAD. As much as I felt these
new feelings in me, there was still a part of me that was shocked beyond words
that I could even be thinking this way. Like, what kind of kinky, perverted
girl would want to suck her own father�s cock? Even worse, at least so far as
my sensibilities went, it wasn't just a blow job that I was thinking of giving
him - I wanted to let him fuck me! Despite my rationalizations that this was a
mother-father thing, not just sex, I still couldn't help but feeling hot but yet
there was this other side of me that was trying to tell me that such feelings
were wrong. But yet the more I thought about it the more I had to ask, why?
Just because he was my father didn't mean we couldn't share our most intimate
feelings. So it was incest? So what?
My parents and I had discussed a lot things regarding sex as I grew up but
incest was NEVER mentioned. It wasn�t like they didn't want to talk about it,
the subject simply never came up. While my parents had never encouraged
anything whatsoever regarding incest, at the same time I don�t remember them
once ever coming right out and telling me that it was wrong either. You would
think that if they considered it inherently wrong that they would have said
something about it, just as they had about other things they didn�t think I
should to do.
Sheesh, you can imagine how confused I was at this moment as I grappled with the
conflicting feelings that were emerging, feelings that were so new to me yet so
incredibly sharp, so overpoweringly strong, I was overwhelmed by them. A part
of me was urging me to strip and join them in the hot tub but at the same time,
it scared the heck out of me to think about it. What would they say? Would it
repulse them? Would they think I was some kind of pervert? So many things were
going through my head that all I could do for the moment was stand there
motionless, watch my naked parents below me as they made love.
The more I watched my mom and dad, the hornier I got. Like, who can watch two
people they love and adore making love without getting turned on? With each
thrust of my father�s dick into my mom�s pussy, I became more and more convinced
that I wanted him to do that very same thing to me. As my body instinctively
responded, a feeling of lust and desire arose in me that I�d never felt before,
at least not in this way. All my life I�d loved my father and would do anything
for him. Was this any different? Suddenly I began to understand more about why
I was feeling the way I was. I realized that there was something I could give
him the nobody else in the world could � his daughter! I always wanted to
please my father but I couldn't help but wonder if he would accept the gift I
wanted to give him.
As I stood there by the window, watching them intently, I began to play with
myself. My right hand reached under my short skirt and moved aside the skimpy
thong I was wearing. My fingers quickly found my swelling clit and then I
pressed my middle finger between my pussy lips and up inside of me as I watched
my father�s hard cock moving in and out of my mother�s hot hairy pussy. As my
finger pushed inside of me, for the first time in my life I imagined it was my
fathers dick as he entered me.
It didn't take long before I was so worked up it was all I could do to not run
down there and join them! Eventually my dad came and I watched as he sprayed
his cum all over my mom's face and hair as she stroked his cock with both hands.
Using his cock like a squeegee, she wiped as much of it as she could into her
mouth and gently sucked him some more as he softened. Oh my god - I came so
hard when she did that! My legs felt week and I leaned against the wall to keep
my balance as my orgasm swept through me.
All I could think about at that moment was my dad�s cock, how it would feel in
me, how it would feel for him to erupt in me and pour his seed into my pussy -
his own daughter�s pussy at that. What would it be like to have your own father
fuck you? Would he even do it? Had he ever dreamed of fucking his own
daughter? Would he want to cum inside of me?
Eventually they kissed passionately for the longest time after which they
grabbed their towels and headed back towards the house. Damn, I couldn't let
them know I�d seen them, let alone masturbated as I watched them! Good grief,
what would they say if they knew their own daughter had just masturbated while
dreaming of having sex with them!?
So much of our relationship was based on trust and mutual respect, especially in
dealing with sexual matters, so how could I possibly explain my new feelings for
them? Even worse, for my parents making love was something intimate that they
had always kept as something special between the two of them and now I had
violated that privacy. How could I ask them to trust me if they ever found out
what I�d just done? I was no better than a Peeping Tom.
I was in a state of panic as I quickly stripped off my clothes and threw them
under the bed (where most of my dirty clothes seemed to end up anyway) and
slipped under the covers. When they came upstairs to their bedroom, I heard the
floorboard squeak outside my door and I knew that someone must be checking out
my room. Even though the light in my bedroom was off, the hall light was more
than enough for anyone to see that I was in bed.
M eyes were tightly shut as I pretended to be asleep but I could still imagine
them looking at each other, wondering how long I�d been home and if I�d seen
them. Acting as though they had just awakened me, I opened my eyes, blinking at
the light and flashing what I hoped was an innocent smile. As it turned out,
only my dad was standing there, silhouetted against the hallway light. He was
still nude from being in the hot tub but his erection was long gone.
�So when did you get home baby?� he asked softly, �Kind of early, isn�t it.
Everything OK?�
I explained how the party had been a bust and that I�d just gotten home a few
minutes ago. He looked at me and I wondered if he could see how flushed I
remained from having just masturbated so hard. The light was probably too dim
though and if he suspected anything he didn't certainly show it.
My dad stepped in my room and gave me a kiss on the cheek.
�Well, sleep tight baby,� he whispered.
�G�nite daddy.�
How many times had he done this in the past, hundreds? Thousands? Yet for the
first time I was distinctly conscious of the fact he was nude and his cock was
literally just inches away from my head. It was like being Adam and Eve in the
garden, aware of their nudity for the first time when before that it wasn't even
something they thought about.
I couldn't help but glance at his crotch and look at his dick hanging in there
in the dim light. Had I really imagined sucking that very cock and him fucking
me with it just a few minutes ago? It was like he had woken me from a dream and
none of what had just happened was real. Yet I knew it WAS real and I looked
away from him quickly, not sure of whether I should be looking at it that way or
not.
If my dad noticed anything unusual about me he didn't make any indication of it
before leaving to go to their bedroom. I just laid there and let out a long
breath. Did he have any idea what I was thinking when I looked at his crotch?
Thank goodness the lights were dim and he couldn't see how flushed I was.
As I replayed the events of the last hour or so I found the heat between my legs
returning and before long I was going at it again. I dreamed that my father
hadn�t left but instead of kissing me, he had taken his cock and rubbed it
against my lips, demanding that I suck him.
I came again as imagined sucking my dad�s cock as he stood there by the side of
my bed. I fell asleep with thoughts of being in the hot tub with them, of
letting my dad fuck me as my mom watched and played with herself. Afterwards I
dreamed that he told me what a good daughter I was and how much he loved me �
and loved fucking me.
Chapter 3 � Debating Incest
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The next morning I woke up and for a moment, I thought everything that had
happened the night before was just an awesome dream. If anything, I felt guilty
for having spied on my parents and even guiltier still for imaging those things
with my dad. It wasn't fair of me to think that he would ever do such a thing
to his daughter. What kind of father did I think he was that he would actually
fuck his own daughter?
As I usually did in such circumstances, I prayed for a while, asking God for His
guidance and forgiveness. When I finished praying, it suddenly became clear to
me, as if God was already answering my prayer. The Bible says to honor you
mother and father. Well, how much more could I honor my father than to submit
myself to him? It would be almost like I was sacrificing myself for him except
in this case it would be for his pleasure.
At first I was troubled by the adultery aspect. Regardless of what they may
have done before marriage, once my parents took their wedding vows they had
never had sex with anyone else (at least, that is what I thought at that time).
Was fucking your daughter really the same as being with another woman? The more
I thought about it the more I realized that it wasn't the same thing at all.
For goodness sakes, I was his DAUGHTER, his own flesh and blood, not some
outsider that he would lust for and then take in violation of his vows to his
wife. In fact, I slowly came to the realization that my dad DESERVED to fuck
me, that as my father he even had the RIGHT to do so. Thus by withholding
myself from him, as I had for so many years, a sign of disrespect on my part?
For the next few nights I continued to debate this with myself and in doing so,
found myself rubbing my pussy constantly as I replayed over and over how my dad
made love to my mom that night. I fantasized about having my dad doing those
same things to me, dreaming about what might have happened if I had surprised
them by jumping in the hot tub while they were making love. Would they have let
me join in and made it a family night?
The more I thought about it the more I realized how badly I wanted him to do to
me what I watched him do to Mom. It may have been crazy but I wanted my own
father to fuck me! I wanted to please him and show him how much I loved him by
giving him the one thing he�d never had � sex with his daughter.
My thoughts about my father weren�t about being fucked for fun. To be honest,
at sixteen with sex practically oozing from every pore of my body, I could get
laid every night of the week by a different boy if that�s all what I wanted.
Heck, ANY teenage girl can do that if she really WANTS it, no matter what she
looks like. No, this was becoming more and more about pleasing my father, about
honoring him, about fulfilling my obligations as his daughter, about my duties
that I was becoming painfully aware that I�d failed to meet. The more I read my
Bible and thought about it, the more guilty I felt as I soon realized I�d been
withholding something from my dad that he DESERVED, something that as my father
he had earned and thus had the right to possess in any way he wanted � ME.
It also dawned on me that while incest wasn�t something I�d ever discussed with
my parents, it needed to be brought up now. In al fairness to my parents, I
suppose we�d avoided it until now more because there was no reason to discuss it
than making a conscious decision. Thus all I�d ever heard about incest until
now was from the news when some perverted father would rape or abuse his
daughter. In truth, I had no idea how my parents felt about the subject. Was
it something they�d avoided because they didn't believe in it? Would they be
upset if they knew how I had been feeling lately?
Regardless of my fears and worries, by now I wanted more than anything to submit
myself completely to him, to tell him that it was OK for me to take in whatever
way he wanted. I fantasized about him whispering to me that he loved me so much
that he wanted to show me in a special way, a way that only a father could with
his daughter. I dreamed of him taking me in his arms and pushing his hard cock
deep inside of me. God, I wanted so badly for him to want to cum in me and give
me his most intimate gift.
OK, I�m not a saint. To be 100% honest, it was more than just doing it for my
dad. Deep down there was a part of me that wanted him to fuck me for my own
pleasure as well. Watching him fuck my mom and seeing her cumming so hard I
knew from the start that I wanted him to do the same to me as well! After all,
I loved sex so why not?
Now that I was thinking about my parents in new ways, other thoughts and
questions began to surface as well. Even though my parents had always kept sex
to themselves and not tried in any way to force themselves on me, as I sat in
class I found myself looking back at events in my life and wondering what was
REALLY on their minds during some of those times. Now I was curious and
wondered if my dad had ever thought of ME when he masturbated. When I would
play with myself in the family room while we watched a sexy movie, what was
really turning him on more � me masturbating or the movie? Until now, I had
always thought it was the movie but maybe it was more than that � or was it just
wishful thinking on my part?
I remembered back to when I was barely eight years old and I�d seen him stroking
himself in their bedroom for the first time. Of course I�d seen his dick plenty
of times before but never like this. My mom caught me watching him (how do they
always know what you�re doing anyway?) and she took me to my room where she
explained to me what was happening with my dad. Later that night when we were
all in the hot tub, my mom showed me how to hold and stroke his cock so I know
what a man felt like. It surprised me when he came and some of it hit me on the
face. I vaguely remembered them arguing then, as if my mom was upset with
something he wanted to do. Now, eight years later, I wondered what he had
wanted from me? neither of them had ever mentioned it again ever since so did
he still think about me doing it that night?
As I said, I never touched him that way again in the eight years that had
passed. Granted, I certainly saw his cock grow and erupt many times as I grew
up � my dad, like most men, masturbated a LOT. Yet I never once thought he did
it because of me even though I knew my dad sometimes looked at me a lot more
intensely over the past couple of years as I began to grow in all the right
places.
Actually I felt flattered that I was starting to look attractive and sexy enough
to catch his my own dad�s eye. He WAS a guy and I was secretly thrilled every
time I caught him giving me the once-over when he thought I wasn�t looking. He
also looked at lots of other girls and he didn�t have sex with any of them so
why would it be any different with me?
I think it�s important for people to know that my father NEVER made any overt
move towards me in a sexual way as I was growing up (forgetting the hot tub
incident). Even if he did get an erection when I was around, I assumed it was
the pretty girl on TV he�d just watched. I�m not totally na�ve though. Of
course I knew it turned him on to secretly watch me having sex with a boyfriend
in my room or watch me masturbate. Mom explained to me years ago when I first
started maturing that my father was a man and like all men, there were parts of
his body which he couldn�t control. Thus is it any wonder that I never
suspected in the slightest way that he had been secretly lusting for me for
years?
As I thought more and more about being with my dad I decided to see just how
interested he really was in his little girl. I had to know if this was just all
in my imagination, a product of my hopes and dreams, or something that was real
and tangible. So many things could be taken either way.
Short of walking up to him and asking him outright to fuck me, I was facing a
bit of a dilemma � or so I thought. It was sort of ironic that the very same
trust and respect that made me feel open and secure sexually with my parents was
now making it hard for me to hint to my dad what my real desires were! Like, if
most girls want to tease a man or seduce him, they can flash their bodies, let
the guy see them masturbate, and so forth. Well, all that was just a normal day
with me and my dad so what was there for me to do short of actually DOING
something with him?
Chapter 4 � �Seducing� My Dad
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Because of what I assumed were my father�s feelings toward me, I thought that I
would have to �seduce him� somehow or otherwise talk him into doing anything
more intimate with me. Growing up, I could see from the looks in their eyes
that many fathers liked to look at young girls, even their own daughters.
However, as far as I knew none of those dads fucked their daughters which left
me worried as to whether or not my dad would want to or not. Would he be
offended? What if in doing do it hurt our relationship which, although not
sexual at the time, was still very close from an emotional perspective?
To be safe, rather than approach him directly I started flirting with my dad,
trying to advertise that I was �available if he wanted me�. Now for most girls
it would probably be pretty easy to get their dad�s attention. Not for me. If
I was to come in the room naked, he would just tell me to go put something on.
If I sat on his lap and rubbed my ass against him he would just accuse me of
teasing him. Other girls could start masturbating and let their dad �catch�
them, peaking his interest. My dad would just ignore me or at most, tell me to
keep it down so he could hear the TV!
The shame was that what I didn't know was that I didn't have to worry about
�convincing� him of anything. Unknown to me at the time, my dad had been
lusting for me since the first time I held his cock in the hot tub back when I
was eight. Another thing I was unaware of was that my dad had promised my mom
that he would NOT do what her dad had done, force himself upon his daughter
(both in his case) the first time. Even though in her case it eventually worked
out for the best, she was adamant that it had to be MY decision, even if that
meant it never happened.
My mom�s was not wrong very often, but this was one time I feel she overreacted.
Her situation with her father had been a lot different. She wasn't even having
sex yet when her dad had come into her bedroom when she was only fourteen and
taken her virginity without even asking. Although she hadn�t resisted, at the
same time it wasn't something she had expected or was truly prepared for as her
mother didn�t discuss sex with her. Well, my dad certainly didn't need to do
anything like that with me, but he COULD have at least let me know how he felt.
It was SO frustrated as I thought his apparent lack of interest in me sexually
was genuine. Often I think back about how it would have been so much easier if
he had just told me his true feelings so I could have offered myself to him as a
daughter should to her father.
Oh well, the things we would change in the past if we could! However, with
things as they were I found myself debating once again whether I shouldn�t just
come right out and ask him. Boy, I could just imagine how THAT conversation
would go�� �Hi daddy, wanna fuck me?� For the first time I sympathized with
some poor boy trying to work up the courage to ask a girl to a dance. Guys
never turned me away so I�d never experienced such an intense fear of rejection.
As much as I wanted my dad to do me, if he turned me down I think I would�ve
been totally embarrassed and devastated.
The �problem� I was facing was that I was almost certain by now that he was
turned on by me. The more I thought about it, the more I started to think that
he was probably masturbating by fantasizing about me. Yeah, so that meant he
was a normal male jerking off to the image of a teenage girl but did that really
mean anything so far as me personally? My parents had taught me at an early age
that fantasies were just that � fantasies. Anything goes so far as fantasies go
so long as you understand where the line is between fantasy and reality.
Therefore, even if my dad WAS jerking off while thinking about me, even if I DID
turn him on when I masturbated in front of him, even if he did get off seeing me
having sex, none of that necessarily meant that the fantasies he was having
about me would ever translate into reality. I�m sure most fathers fantasize
about their teenage daughters and don't ever have sex with them so why would my
dad be any different?
There was something else that made me hesitate as well. The more I thought
about it the more significant it seemed to me that as open about sex as my
parents were, the one thing they had never discussed was incest. Actually,
until now I hadn�t thought about it one way or the other. Was there a reason?
Was this one thing that was out of bounds for discussion, even for my parents?
Then again, was I reading too much into what they did NOT talk about? It was
like some of the arguments I use to have at school where people would draw
conclusions from what the Bible did NOT say. Even though it bothers me when
people do that, here I was, doing the same thing regarding incest.
Maybe we didn't discuss incest because they never wanted me to misunderstand any
of their actions to mean anything other than showing their care and concern of
their daughter? If THAT was the case then was it right for me to be thinking
and doing these things? What if they were offended by my new thoughts and
feelings? I�d always been open with them and they�d always encouraged me to
experiment but this would be REALLY new!
As the days went by, things got to the point where I almost gave up on the while
idea until I remembered the times my parents and I would discuss the difference
between being erotic and vulgar. They taught me that it was the mental side of
sex that had as much impact on the results than anything. My mom once told me
that it was the intentions and goals of each person that made more difference in
how the sex was than anything physical. She pointed out that strippers have
always known this which is why they just don�t strut out naked from the start �
that it was the anticipation that turned on men more than anything else.
As all these different thoughts were mixing themselves up in my head, I realized
that the answer for my dilemma was somehow linked to all of them. For me to
appear before my father nude was NOT erotic, it was just me without any clothes
on, no different than any other time. Somehow I had to find a way to make him
see me not as just another naked teenage girl, but as his daughter who wanted
nothing more than to please her father in whatever way he wanted her � and I
mean WHATEVER way he wanted.
I was terribly excited at this �revelation� and so I decided to first experiment
by trying a few more subtle moves and test his reactions before doing anything
more forward. I even sorted through his porn collection and watched a few
�Taboo� videos to get some ideas for how a girl could seduce her father. I�m
not a big porno fan but some of those scenes were incredibly hot between the
fathers and daughters. Of course they were all actors and the girls were
whores, but as I mentioned before, it was the thoughts and emotions the scenes
evoked that turned me on more than the actual images.
The next evening I went down to the family room where my father was watching TV,
sitting in his favorite chair as usual. My mom was there as well, absorbed in
some magazine, barely acknowledging my entrance. Walking over to my dad�s
chair, I noticed he was wearing a pair of sweat pants but no shirt or socks.
Without saying a word, I climbed on top of him and sat squarely on his lap. It
wasn't all that unusual for me to do this although he sometimes teased me,
groaning as if I was heavy and warning me that I wasn't such a little girl
anymore. At the same time, he almost never told me to get off either.
Feeling a little self-conscious, I leaned against my dad with my arm around his
neck and nuzzled my face into his shoulder and neck. Mmmmmm, he smelled so
good! As I settled in, my growing boobs pressed against his bare chest through
the thin cotton of the t-shirt I was wearing. Mmmmm, I was rewarded with the
feeling of something growing under me. It wasn�t anything new as his dick
usually responded that way when I was on his lap but until now I�d never made a
direct connection between his erections and any erotic thoughts about me. I�d
previously assumed it was just a natural, uncontrollable and involuntary
reaction caused by the pressure of my ass rubbing against his dick. That�s what
my mom always told me anyway. Now as I felt him growing under me I wondered if
maybe she�d been trying to hide from me the REAL reason it happened.
As usual I was wearing nothing underneath my t-shirt so when I sat in his lap
like this it had a tendency to ride up and leave my butt bare pressing against
his lap. In the past, I hadn�t thought much about how that might cause him to
react. Actually, I never thought much about it at all. Now as I felt my bare
ass pressing against the soft material of his sweat pants, I couldn't help but
think about how there was nothing between his hardening cock and my pussy but a
thin piece of cloth. His dick was pressing more and more firmly against me and
it thrilled me as I realized that he was getting hard because of me!
My mom looked up from her magazine a few times and peered over her reading
glasses to see what was going on. Actually, nothing was happening. Although my
dad�s dick now felt like a hard pipe sticking up underneath me, neither of us
made any indication that we were aware of it, or of how my boobs against him
might be making him feel. I guess from her perspective, it was no different
than any other night. If she could read my mind she would know it was a LOT
different for me!
The longer I sat on my dad�s lap, the hornier I could feel myself getting and I
needed badly to rub my pussy. Now THAT was one thing I�d NEVER done before �
masturbate while I sat on his lap. Playing with myself on the couch while my
parents watched TV was one thing, but doing it on his lap was something else
entirely. Sure there had been times when I was horny on his lap and had gotten
off to relieve some tension, but it wasn't my DAD that was making me horny at
the time, or not that I realized. Thus this was the first time in my life that
I was horny as hell while sitting on his lap when I could say that HE was to
blame for it!
Well, if there was ever an opportunity to be more erotic with my dad, this was
it. Once again I couldn't help but sympathize with how a boy must feel when he
is sitting next to me in a car or the theater, wanting to touch me but afraid to
make that first move. Now it was me that wanted to make the first move, but
working up the courage was not nearly as easy as when I had fantasized about it
earlier in the day.
After about thirty minutes or so of debating, I was still too chicken to do
anything but sit on his lap. My dad was starting to shift his weight around, a
sign that I was indeed not as little a I use to be and starting to get heavy on
his lap. I knew it wouldn't be long before he �suggested� I get off and let the
blood return to his legs or some other silly comment. Usually that meant
getting off and taking my place on the couch across the room. Time as running
out and if I was going to make a move, I needed to do it soon.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, trying not to alert him but needing to
focus and channel my sexual the energy. Here goes nothing! I took my left hand
and reached down between my legs and cupped my warm pussy. Using my middle
finger, I rubbed my clit slowly, causing a slight gasp to escape through my
closed lips before I could stop it.
�Hmmmm, I think somebody�s a little extra horny tonight! Boyfriend not taking
care of you lately?�
My dad didn't say it very loud but my mom heard it anyway and I saw her eyebrows
raise just a smidge as she looked over and saw where my hand was. She didn't
say anything but I noticed that she started looking over our way a lot more
often.
�Oh daddy, you know better than that.... Well, maybe a little.�
My finger touched my clit and pressed down on it, sending a shiver through me
which my father obviously could feel as tightly as I was pressed up tightly
against him.
�Ummmmm, seems to me like it�s more than just a little, don�t you think?�
I opened my eyes and saw my dad was looking down where my hand was moving
between my legs.
�You don�t mind, do you daddy?� I whispered in his ear, �I don�t want to bother
you.�
My dad chuckled, �Don't worry, you�re not bothering me at all. Hey, a girl�s
gotta do what a girl�s gotta do, I guess.�
He didn't say anything more but his arm that had been resting on the armrest
behind me moved and wrapped around me. His hand was on my bare upper thigh and
for a brief moment my heart raced as I thought maybe he was going to move it
further over and �help� me but he just rested it on my leg.
As I continued to masturbate, all I could think about was what my dad might be
thinking. I�d never done anything so overtly sexual with him before. Sure it
was just me touching myself, not as if I�d reached down and grabbed his erect
dick. Even so, I�d never played with myself while he was touching me, even if
it was innocent.
My pussy was soaking wet as I thought about what must be going through my dad�s
mind at that moment. Was I turning him on? Did he have any idea why I was
doing this now? Was he thinking about touching me, maybe even fucking me? His
dick certainly wasn't getting any softer so something nasty must have been going
on to keep his dick hard for so long!
�Um, Kelly, don�t you think you should be doing that on the couch and not
pestering your dad?�
Evidently my mom had figured things had gone far enough. Technically she was
correct. It was just common courtesy. While I was brought up that masturbation
was nothing to hide, at the same time it was STILL a personal thing and needed
to be treated as such. I wondered if she had any idea WHY I was doing this?
Was she just correcting my manners or was she trying to keep me from seducing
her husband? Normally I could go to my mom and discuss anything but for the
first time I felt uncomfortable bringing up the issue with her and so I�d not
told her about any of my thoughts or concerns.
�It�s OK Mary, she�s not bothering me.� My dad said, trying to defend me but my
mom would have none of it.
�Yeah, I bet! Kelly, I said that�s enough!�
There�s no arguing with my mom in such circumstances. Reluctantly I pulled my
hand from between my legs and gave my dad a peck on the cheek before working my
way slowly off his lap, making sure I rubbed my ass against his dick as
seductively as possible. Once I was off his lap, I saw his dick was raising his
pants up like a circus tent pole. My mom noticed as well and the look she gave
my dad would have shriveled the erections of most men but my dad just ignored
her.
It was tempting to move over to the couch and finish myself off there but
something told me I�d pushed things far enough for one night. Instead, I made
my way to my room where it only took a few minutes of furious pussy play to make
myself cum like a flood as I dreamed of my dad�s hard cock pressing against my
bottom. God, it has only been an inch or so away from my pussy but yet it may
as well have been a mile. What would it take to get it closer?
Later on I heard my parents coming up the stairs to go to bed. I felt a bit
nervous, waiting for my mom to come in and give me her standard lecture on
�inappropriate� behavior that she pulled out whenever she thought I�d stepped
over the line. Surprisingly, neither of them made an appearance. Instead, I
heard the door shut and it wasn't long before the sounds of their love making
were coming through the thin wall that separated our rooms. Listening to my mom
cry out as she came, I couldn't help but smile to myself. If anything,
something told me my mom owed me one for getting my dad so horny!
The following evening my dad was sitting in the kitchen and I slowly walked by
wearing a t-shirt that was so short that I couldn't even start to pretend it was
even partially covering my bare bottom. As I walked by him, I wagged my teenage
ass at him in a provocative manner. Well, I guess there's not much of any OTHER
way to wag your butt when you come down to it. My dad responded by laughing and
slapping my naked butt with the open palm of his hand, making a loud smacking
sound. It sounded a lot worse than it felt but I wasn't going to let him know
that.
�Daddy!� I exclaimed playfully, �That hurt! Don�t spank me!�
My dad laughed and put his hand on my hip to pull me closer to him. His other
hand reached around to cup my naked ass. His open palm and fingers started to
rub it in little circles in the same area where he had just smacked me..
�There, does it feel better now?� he asked, same as he did when I was a little
girl when he would rub my knee after a fall.
�Daddy!� I giggled like a little girl, �Are you playing with my butt?�
It was really more of a statement than a question since it was obvious that was
exactly what he WAS doing. Just then my mom walked in and her eyes glared at my
dad.
�John! Just what do you think you�re doing?� she said in a sharp tone.
My dad looked a bit embarrassed but he still managed to give me on last squeeze
before he took his hand off of me. I reached down and gave him a kiss on the
forehead. Standing back up, I tossed my hair back and started to walk out but
just before I was left the kitchen I turned back.
�It�s OK mom� I liked it!�
Oh my god! I put my hands to my mouth, not quite believing I�d actually said
that out loud. Twirling around, I giggled and ran out before either of them
could respond. I had no idea what they said to each other but I would�ve given
about anything to eavesdrop just a little!
Back in my bedroom, I plopped on my bed face down and reached behind to touch my
bottom. Thoughts of my dad�s hand rubbing me caused a warm feeling to run
through me. I couldn�t recall him ever touching me quite that way before.
Certainly I�d been spanked before � I wasn�t THAT good a child growing up!
There were even times when he had patted me on the bottom for encouragement but
never before had his hand lingered in quite this way and certainly he had never
rubbed it before like he just had. Hmmmmm, maybe there was hope after all!
While my dad seemed to be responding the way I�d hoped, it was my mom that had
me confused. Talk about mixed messages! On the one hand she would scold my dad
and me when we got too playful, but than later she acted as if nothing had
happened. Was she really offended by what I was doing or did she feel obligated
to act like she was?
Over the next few days I became more and more blatant in the way I would rub up
against my dad. What I found REALLY interesting was that as I became more
aggressive he in turn started to be more open about looking at me, even grinning
at times when I would wear some ridiculously skimpy outfit and parade around in
front of him. One of my favorite outfits to wear around the house has always
been a simple long t-shirt that�s not quite long enough to cover my ass � and
that was when I was standing. Of course when I sat down or bent over it was
instantly obvious I had no underwear on (not that I ever wore any at home).
Another of my favorite evening outfits was just as simple if not quite as
blatantly revealing � one of my dad�s dress shirts. Sometimes I would steal one
from his closet and then wear it for the evening. They were comfortable and I
even took a few to college with me. He would grumble sometimes about it but I
knew he was just teasing me. They hung loose on me and the tails would cover my
ass and pussy from view but the sides were cut to show off my hips and legs.
Now, though, I starting to run around without buttoning them and even though
they were still so baggy that that they covered me most of the time, when I laid
on my back on the couch or sat in his lap they would open up and expose me to
him.
Things seemed to stall, though, until one morning I crossed the hall from the
bathroom to my room after a shower just as my dad left their bedroom to go into
the bathroom (an amazing coincidence if I say so myself). I pretended to slip
on the hall carpet and fell into him so he had to grab me to keep me from
hitting the floor. His hands felt so strong on my nude body and as he held me
against him.
�Wow, you really ARE growing up, aren�t you.�
I didn't say a word but just pressed my small boobs against him and gave him a
big hug. He had his arms around me and I noted that his hands slipped down
until he was cradling my ass in them. His cock was pressed against my stomach
and even thought it was flaccid, I could�ve sworn that I felt it stirring. We
just held each other for a few more seconds until suddenly he turned to go into
the bathroom. Somehow in that moment I felt like something had silently been
conveyed between us. Was he signaling that he�d gotten my �messages� and that
all I had to do was let him know so he could be sure? Had the moment I had been
dreaming of, yet dreading at the same time, finally arrived?
I figured it was finally time to just make a more straightforward move and see
what happened. For the rest of the day it seemed all I could think about was
the upcoming evening and what I hoped would happen.
Finally evening arrived and my dad was back in the family room watching TV and
reading the local newspaper. His LazyBoy was tilted back with the footrest up.
This time he was wearing just a ragged pair of old college gym shorts. They
were faded and full of holes and my mom had threatened numerous times to throw
them out every time he wore them; but for whatever reason they were his
favorites. My mom had left to go shopping about ten minutes earlier and knowing
her, I figured she wouldn't be back for at least a few hours.
As soon as my mom had left I changed into a thin white cotton t-shirt. It was
even shorter than even the version I normally wore which essentially left me
walking around totally bottomless. Of course I was wearing nothing underneath
so my trimmed pussy was on full display. Not only was the t-shirt way too
short, it was also a few sizes too small such that it was stretched so tight it
might as well have been painted on. Even my small boobs looked bigger than
usual as they stretched out the material even further and my nipples were
clearly outlined through the thin cotton cloth.
God! I was SO nervous yet at the same time unbelievably horny! My pussy
throbbed as I took a deep breath and slowly walked down the stairs to the
basement family room.
"Hey daddy! How are you feeling tonight?"
"Great Kelly,� he replied automatically, not even looking up from the newspaper
he was reading. Then he glanced up and I saw him do a double take as he saw
what I was wearing.
�Damn Kelly, hate to be the one to tell you this but I think you outgrew that t-
shirt a couple of years ago!"
I gave him my sweetest little girl innocent look and pretended to pout
"Why, is there something wrong with it daddy? I can go change if you want me
to."
It was all I could do to keep a straight face at how fast my dad shook his head.
"On no - don't bother. It�s OK I guess."
He tired to laugh to make it appear he didn�t care but at the same time I
noticed he was looking at me in a way I hadn't quite seen before. If there is
one thing every girl learns early, it�s how to interpret the way a guy looks at
you. Rather than the usual �daddy look� (how else can I describe it?), it was
more the way the boys look at me when they�re horny and want nothing more than
to fuck the daylights out of me.
Whenever I was with my boyfriends I always got a thrill when I saw �the look�
because I knew it meant I was going to be fucked before the night was over � if
I let him. Still, I have to admit that it seemed a bit strange to have my own
father look at me that way but yet I hoped that the outcome would be the same!
I found myself getting turned on more by the minute which encouraged me to
continue on with my plan.
Instead of going directly to his lap as I�d done the week before, I curled up on
the family room couch which was on the opposite side of the room from his
recliner and closer to the TV. I couldn't really see him while in this position
but I knew he could see me clearly. My T-shirt rode half-way up my stomach as I
tucked my legs under me which meant he was getting a great view of my bare ass!
We both watched TV for a while, neither of us saying anything and just
pretending it was another typical evening. Now and then I would reposition
myself as if to make myself more comfortable. Of course, each time I made sure
he got a better view of my ass and what was becoming a wetter and wetter pussy.
I could feel my pussy beginning to throb as I thought of my own father watching
me, looking at me and hopefully wanting me, maybe even lusting for me. It
wasn�t like my dad had never seen my pussy before yet somehow there seemed to be
a huge difference between he SEEING my pussy and LOOKING at it as he was now
In the past when we were nude together it was just part of the situation -
usually in the tub or bathroom. There wasn�t anything sexual intended at those
times unlike the current situation. It was one thing to discuss it but I was
fast learning first hand what it meant to be erotic. Well, if intent was a
factor in creating a sexual situation then I was certainly guilty!
My dad turned to one of the adult cable channels. There was a soft porn movie
playing and although I�d never been a big porn fan I knew he enjoyed them and so
I tolerated them. The really hard core ones turned me totally off so he
usually didn�t watch them when I was around, although there have been a few that
were actually quite instructional!
As we watched I laid on my back and spread my legs wide apart as I started
masturbating. God I was already so wet! I heard my dad�s chair rustle behind
me and I had a good idea why without having to look back! In the past I
would�ve thought it was the movie that was turning him on but now I wondered
what was turning him on more � the movie or me? Well, there was only one way to
find out for sure ���.
I stopped playing with myself and stood up, licking my pussy juices from my
fingers. That in itself wasn't so odd but the way I looked at him while I did
it was certainly new. I looked back and indeed, my dad�s rock-hard cock was
sticking out from his shorts. He was stroking it with his hand and for a few
minutes I just stood there watching him as he masturbated. The only difference
was this time I knew it t was more than just my dad getting himself off. Plus,
this time I stood there wondering what it tasted like and how it would feel
inside of me!
Goose bumps rose up all over me as I was within an arm�s length of my dad�s
erect cock and for the first time in my life I looked at it in much the way I
looked at other men�s cocks � as a sexual organ I craved rather than just my
dad�s penis. I almost leaned over to move his hand out of the way and
substitute my own but I needed one final confirmation. Despite everything I
still needed him to make a move towards me that meant he wanted me and wasn't
just playing around with me.
�Hey dad, I�m going up to my room. I need to take care of something,� I said
with a sly grin.
�Oh? Anything you need help with?� he quickly responded � maybe a little TOO
quickly.
At any other day or time I would have thought he was asking about homework or
such but now I wondered if he meant something else � something more personal
perhaps? The look in his eyes suggested it wasn't homework he was interested in
and I noticed his cock was harder than ever.
�Maybe, it�s up to you,� I responded cryptically. It could be read in a number
of ways. Which way would he respond?
It was indeed now up to him. What more could I do to signal my intentions and
desires without writing it out on a sign and walking around him like a girl
between boxing rounds? If nothing happened now it would be disappointing but at
least I would finally know one way or the other how he really felt about me. I
slowly walked out of the room without pulling the t-shirt down so it was up
around my midriff, leaving my entire bare ass exposed for him to watch. I could
practically feel his eyes staring at it as I left. My heart was pounding. What
would happen next?
Chapter 5 � First Time Sex With My Dad
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Maybe I was reading him totally wrong, but I�d fucked enough boys in the past
couple of years or so and seen the look in their eyes that told me what they
wanted. Now I�d seen that same look in my dad�s eyes for the first time. As I
left the room I had a feeling in my gut (or was it really in my pussy?) that my
dreams of smutting myself to my father, of having him demonstrate his love for
me by fucking me like he fucked my mother, were about to come true!
Once out of sight all vestiges of my nonchalant attitude disappeared as I flew
up the stairs to the second floor where back In my bedroom I quickly peeled off
my t-shirt and flopped back on my bed against the pillows. Facing the open
door, totally naked with my legs spread wide, I closed my eyes and started to
play with myself. God I needed that so bad! Yet as good as it felt to touch
myself, all I could think about was whether or not was I finally going to feel
my dad�s dick between my legs instead of my fingers.
After a few minutes I glanced briefly at the open door only to see nothing but
the bathroom door on the opposite side of the hallway. My heart sank as my
hopes crashed. My worst fears were being realized. Oh my god, he wasn�t going
to come to me! What an idiot I was to think my father would really want me in
that way. Despite my panic, I was still SOOOOO horny that I couldn�t hardly
stand it! I closed my eyes tightly shut and grabbed my pussy with both hands.
Damn, I had been SO sure that I was going to be fucked by my dad and it was hard
to imagine that all I would be doing was just masturbating now.
Then I heard a squeak of the floor boards and I opened my eyes just enough to
see my dad standing there, outlined in the doorway. He must have sneaked up the
stairs and my heart leaped to my throat as I saw he was stroking a huge hard-on
as his cock was stuck out of the opening in his shorts. He just stood there
watching me playing, stroking his cock like he did when he watched women
masturbating in one of his nasty porn movies. Our eyes met and somehow we each
knew that this was the moment of truth. My hand froze on my pussy as I held my
breath, waiting to see what he would do next.
Suddenly he stopped stroking himself and turned away as if to leave. "Damn
Kelly, I�m so sorry. I really shouldn't be here now.... not like this Please
don't tell your mother what just happened."
"No daddy, please stay,� I pleaded, �I don't want you to go.�
I couldn�t let this opportunity slip through my fingers now. I knew he wanted
me. I wanted to open the window and scream out to the world that MY DAD WANTS
TO FUCK ME! I reached my arms out to him and said, �Oh daddy�..you MUST realize
by now what I want."
My daddy turned again and this time came into the room and stood by the side of
my bed as he looked down at the me. I was thrilled to see that his cock was
still sticking up and out of his shorts, looking as rigid and lovely as I�d ever
seen it.
I drew a deep breath and whispered, �You know daddy, I�ve been dreaming of this
ever since I watched you and mom in the hot tub."
He just nodded and smiled and then moved even closer to me. "Yeah, we figured
you must have seen us from the way you were so flushed afterwards. Is that why
you�ve been acting the way you have lately? You know, I have to admit, I�ve
been incredibly turned on by your teasing lately.�
He looked at me with narrowed eyes, as if he was really concentrating. He took
a long breath, held it and then let it out slowly/
�Tell me Kelly��are you SURE you really want to do this?"
�Oh god yes daddy.�
�Tell me what you want then�..tell me what you REALLY want, deep down inside.�
My eyes opened wide and my heart was racing. This was it, this was my chance to
tell my dad once and for all how much I wanted to give myself to him. I�d
prepared an entire speech for just this very moment which I�d practiced over and
over for the past week. Suddenly, my mind went blank and all I could feel was
there ache in my pussy and the pounding of my heart. What I finally said was
totally unscripted and came from my heart.
"Oh daddy. I want to give myself to you� I want you to take me� Oh daddy I
love you so very much and I want you to do whatever you want with me! I want so
bad to be a good daughter for you.. I just want to make you happy."
�And what do you want me to do to you when I take you?�
I thought I was going to explode. He HAD to know that I wanted him to fuck me
badly and yet he as being so damn cautious! My dad may be a lot of things, but
stupid isn�t one of them. Surely he must realize what I wanted to do for him so
why was he making me tell him over and over, and in such detail? Why didn't he
just fuck me and get it over with?
�I want you to fuck me daddy�show me how much you love me daddy... please don�t
make me say any more, please just let me give myself to you. Oh daddy, fuck
me!�
There!! I�d finally said it. When those last words escaped from my lips my
heart seemed to stop. God, for the first time in my life I�d asked my own father
to fuck me! It was one thing to fantasize about it and to dream about saying
those words but quite another to actually utter them. Yet at the same time it
felt so natural to say them, something deep from my heart to the man I wanted to
please more than anyone else in the world � my father.
What could possibly be going through his head now? What does a father think
when his own daughter asks him to fuck her for the first time? In his eyes,
was I now more like some porn slut than his little girl? Could he still love me
the same way he always had if I wasn't his innocent little girl?
My dad looked down at me and then reached out to hold my head gently in his
large hands. He smiled at me and my heart pounded as my father gave me the most
loving smile I�d ever seen on his face.
�Oh Kelly��my daughter�.my precious little girl,� he whispered, �I�ve been
waiting so long to hear those words�..so long.�
�Fuck me daddy.�
�That�s it, keep asking me. God you have no idea how much I love hearing you
ask me.�
�Fuck me daddy� I want you to do it.�
�Oh god, yes Kelly, I will��I want you so badly! I�ve always wanted you.�
With him standing right in front of me, I grabbed the sides of the elastic waist
band of his shorts and quickly pulled them straight down. His cock was now free
and staring me straight in the eyes. My hand was shaking as I reached for his
hard cock. It was so swollen that could barely get my fingers around the entire
shaft.
It was an unbelievably surreal moment, one I�ll never forget as long as I live!.
For the first time in over eight years, and for the first time ever in a sexual
way, I was actually holding my father�s hard dick! After all the hundreds of
times I�d seen it, all the dozens of times I�d watched him stroke it, now it was
finally in my hand. More importantly, it was finally in his daughter�s hand.
�Mmmmmm daddy,� I purred, �You have such a wonderful cock!�
"Oh God Kelly,� my father said with a worried tone to his voice suddenly. For
just a moment, I was afraid that he was going to lose his courage.
�Kelly��Do you realize what you�re doing? I�m your father, not one of your
boyfriends.�
Then he smiled as I continued to massage his cock, forcing his lust to build up
even more in him. If there was one thing I knew I was good at it was stroking a
guy�s cock and my dad was no more immune to my handiwork than any other guy.
�Now don't get me wrong, I�m not telling you NOT to�.. but are you SURE this is
what you really want?"
I looked up at him straight in the eyes and smiled as I replied, �Yes I do. Oh
daddy, I love you so much ��I want to show you just how much I really do. You
can do anything you want to me�..ANYTHING.�
�Oh god Kelly,� my dad sighed again, �I love you so very much.�
Then his voice lowered, sounding more husky, more lustful, �You�re such a
beautiful girl �. such a wonderful daughter��oh baby, I want you so bad right
now.�
He paused and looked at me in a way I�d never seen him look at me before. There
was a burning hunger in his eyes, a simmering lust that he�d never shown me
before. But it was more than just the instinctive animal-like lust that most
boys displayed when they hungered for me. It was obvious to me that my dad
wanted me for more than just sex � he wanted to join with me in the most special
way a father can be with his daughter. He loved me and he wanted to show me in
the most wonderful and intimate way possible.
I can't even begin to express how good it made me feel hearing those words from
him and seeing the sexual desire he harbored for me. YES! It made me feel so
wonderful knowing that my dad loved me so much he wanted to fuck me! He didn't
want me for how own personal desires, he wanted me as his daughter and I wanted
more than anything to return that love to him. I couldn't wait any longer.
There was no reason to be coy anymore, to take it slow. It was time to do what
until now I had only dreamed of doing. I looked up at him saying, �Daddy, let
me show you how much I love you.�
Now I�d already sucked more than a few of cocks but even so, I found myself a
bit tentative as I prepared to take my dad�s cock in my mouth. Sure, I was
pretty confident of my blowjob skills but I remembered how good my mom had been
when I watched them having sex and I worried that I might not measure up to her
expertise.
My concerns only served to prove even further how special this was for me. For
the first time in my life I was more worried about the man whose cock I was
sucking rather than my own personal pleasure and ego! Sure I wanted guys to
feel good � after all, they needed to cum if I was going to get a mouthful of
it. But every time I�d ever sucked a cock in the past it was because I wanted
to do it for MY pleasure, to prove how good I was at sucking his dick. When a
guy gets off it validates my skills and sensuality, something that is far more
important to me than his pleasure. (OK, so I�m selfish about it. I haven�t
heard any guys complaining!)
This time it was different from any other time I�d given a blowjob. This time
all I cared about was my dad�s pleasure. As I prepared to suck his cock, I knew
that all I wanted was to give my father the best blowjob I possibly could,
better than any I�d ever given before. My goal was not just to make him cum so
he could squirt it in my mouth, it was to make him feel incredible in the
process. I had no idea how many girls had sucked his dick in his life, but I
wanted the one from his daughter to be the most memorable.
With renewed determination I took just the tip of his cock in my mouth and
touched it lightly with my tongue. Then I ran my tongue around the swollen
head, playfully circling around it and then just under the ridge between his
mushroom head and shaft. I put his head back in my mouth, just far enough that
my lips were around the portion of his shaft under the head. I sucked on his
head like it was a warm popsicle. Then I took more of him in my mouth, slowly
letting him in, running my tongue around as much as I could. He was bigger than
the teenage boys I was use to blowing and I felt embarrassed when gagged just a
bit after his cock hit the back of my throat.
"You're doing great Kelly. Guess I�m a bit bigger than those teenage boys
you�ve been fucking,� he chuckled. �Don't worry, you�ll learn to take more of it
in soon enough.�
He moaned as my tongue played on a particularly sensitive spot on his cock.
�Damn girl! Whatever you�re doing, don�t stop. God it feels incredible! Shit,
no wonder you�re so popular with the boys!"
It was so cool to hear my dad compliment me on my cock sucking skills. I just
looked up at him as I couldn�t say much with my mouth stuffed full of his dick.
I nodded my head just enough to let him know that I�d heard him. Indeed, I WAS
well known among the boys at school and church for my oral skills - and I was
quite proud of it frankly! It�s always nice to do you�re the best at something!
Then my dad couldn�t hold out any longer and he started to fuck my mouth,
holding my head in his hands as he pushed his dick in and out of my mouth. He
had to be careful not to push in too far but still, I loved it. It was a
challenge trying to suck a cock as big as his but I wanted it more than ever.
As his daughter sucked his cock my dad�s hands began to roam over my naked body.
He ran his fingers through my hair and over my neck then down to my small
breasts. I shivered when he pinched my tender nipples softly and then cupped my
firm boob in his hand, squeezing it and massaging it in his big hand. Then he
moved down along my body as I laid there on my side, sucking his cock like a
huge popsicle. I lifted my right leg up and his hand slipped between my legs and
held my pussy in his palm. My hips instinctively moved up against his hand,
wanting him to play with me, to penetrate me. I was rewarded with the feeling
of my father�s fingers exploring me, moving in and out of me and then up to my
clit, teasing it and touching it. When he put two fingers up into me it was
like being fucked and I moaned as I held his fat cock in my mouth. I held his
cock and let him fall out of my mouth so I could talk. There was one thing I
had to ask, something I had to know.
"Daddy, have you ever dreamed of doing this to me?"
My dad nodded, "Oh yes Kelly, I have�for years actually.�
My eyes must have betrayed my surprise as his smile broadened.
�Oh yeah, I�ve watched you grow up into this beautiful young girl and dreamed
that someday you�d be mine. I can�t tell you how jealous I was when I learned
someone else had taken your virginity."
My heart ached when I hear that and so I pouted slightly saying, �Oh daddy, I�m
so sorry. I didn't know!�
He smiled and hugged me warmly. �Kelly, Kelly, Kelly�..I promised your mother I
would never do anything with you until you wanted it. Do you realize I�ve been
waiting for this for almost eight years now! Remember when you first touched me
in the hot tub?�
I nodded and he continued, �God, I wanted you to suck me so bad that day and
ever since then I�ve watched you and dreamed of this day � the day we would
become more than just father and daughter�.the day I would take you in a way no
other man ever has or can.�
I smiled as he said this, thrilled as I listened to exactly what I had been
hoping to hear. I took a deep breath before I responded.
"Daddy, does that mean you really want to fuck me? Do you really want to fuck
your own daughter? Will you show me how much you love me?�
My dad hesitated for a moment as if searching for the right words. "Kelly
darling, I�ve dreamed of having sex with you so many times I could never count
them. I love you so very much and I want nothing more than to make you happy in
every way I can. Of course I love you and I�ll do anything to show you just how
much."
I looked him in the eyes and pleaded with him, "Oh daddy, you make me so happy.
More than anything else right now I want you to fuck me; fuck me like you fuck
mom.�
I paused for a second, giving him a slutty smile which I hoped appealed to his
more base instincts. �You know can have me anyway you want daddy�.. you can do
anything to me��and I mean ANYTHING.�
He just smiled at me so I reverted back to what has always worked for me with
him when it came to getting my way � begging like a little girl. In this case,
though, my plea was a little different to say the least!
Without a word, my dad grabbed me by the waist with both hands and twisted me
around in bed so I was sideways, on my back facing him as he stood at the edge
of my bed. He pressed up on my legs and I took the hint and raised them up,
grabbing my knees and pulling them back to my chest to expose my sixteen year-
old pussy to him.
�God your pussy looks so incredible,� he sighed as he stared at my crotch. Then
he kneeled down and lowered his head, pushing my thighs apart slightly with his
hands. I moaned loudly as his wet tongue flickered out like a snake�s, teasing
my swollen clit and running up and down my wet pussy slit.
�Mmmmmm, you taste incredible!�
�Oh daddy, that feels SO good!�
Most boys that try to lick my pussy try hard but they just don�t get it. It�s
like they�re bobbing for apples or something, submerging their heads between my
legs and running their tongues all over me. Heck, my little Yorkie can lick me
better than most of them! What most boys need is for a girl to sit down with
them and show them her pussy and explain the parts and how to stimulate them.
It�s not different than when my mom use to use one of her dildos and explain to
me how to suck a guy�s cock. If someone doesn�t teach you, then the only way to
find out is by experimentation and from I�ve seen, THAT doesn�t seem to work
very well.
As a result, while I love sucking cock, I�ve never been a big one for pressing
boys to lick my pussy. Coincidentally, since boys seem more interesting in
fucking my pussy than licking it, it�s never been much of an issue. Now, for
the first time, I was finding out what it meant to have my pussy licked well.
Oh my god, I felt like I�d died and gone to heaven as my dad licked me and then
grabbed my clit between his teeth, gently tugging on it while his tongue
continued to tease it inside his mouth. Just when I thought it couldn't get any
better, he inserted one of his fingers into my pussy and started fucking me like
a small cock while he continued to use his mouth on my clit.
I exploded. There�s just no other way to describe it. One of the most
incredible orgasms I�d ever experienced rocked me like a grenade had been set
off in my pussy and the fragments were hitting every part of my body. Even the
tips of my hair seemed to tingle even as I groaned and moaned under the non-stop
attention my dad was giving my pussy.
�Oh my God Daddy! That feels SO good!�
He didn't say a word, keeping his mouth on me as my hips rocked and humped under
him, like I was being fucked. I spread my legs even further so I could look
down and see his head between my legs, his face buried in my pussy. Talk about
surreal, it was hard to believe that it was my DAD that I was looking it!
Enough was enough, I had to have more. �Pleeeeeease daddy,� I whined, �Please
fuck me."
My dad took his cue and stood up, his rigid cock standing out straight like a
heat-seeking missile aimed directly for my pussy. I reached out and grabbed my
dad's rigid cock again and guided him to my waiting pussy. Once he was pressed
against me I began to rub the big head around my soaking wet pussy hole and
hypersensitive clit. God it felt good to feel him against me! Finally my father
was pressing his dick against the opening to my pussy and I could feel him begin
to push himself into me when suddenly he hesitated.
"Oh my God I can't believe this��. I�m going to fuck my own daughter.�
He looked up at the ceiling with his hands on my waist ready to pull me into
him. I got the feeling he hadn�t been talking to me but more like he was having
an internal debate within himself. His lust for a young girl versus his
fatherly instincts to protect his daughter. There didn't seem to be much
contest as to which side would win.
�Tell me again Kelly. Tell me baby one more time what you want."
I gave him the most lustful look I knew how when I replied, "Oh yes daddy, YES!
Come in me now. Push yourself into my pussy. I want soooo bad to see and feel
my daddy's hard cock in me. Fuck me daddy... fuck me.�
He STILL hesitated! Looking back, who could blame him? This wasn't something
that he could ever take back, something that he could ever undo or pretend had
never happened. This wasn't just sex, it was incest. It was almost like losing
my virginity all over again � a once in a lifetime thing.
�Come on daddy!�.. Don�t up want you to feel your daughter's little wet pussy
squeeze you?�
I let my words sink in a bit and then slowly and softly I whispered to him in a
deliberate tone. Maybe he needed me to be more of a slut and less of a
daughter, more of someone to fuck and not someone he had held in his arms since
she was born.
�Do it to me,��.fuck me��I want to feel you inside of me!"
�Oh yea baby, keep telling me what you want.�
�Shove your hard cock in me, fuck me hard daddy, fuck me like you�ve always
wanted to.�
That seemed to find the right spot as I appealed to the pent-up lust that had
been building in him all these years. I knew for certain now, without a trace
of doubt, that my father wanted to fuck me. My heart raced as I realized that
all these years it wasn't the porn movies or movie stars that had been turning
him on, it was ME. It made me feel so proud, so wonderful, so sexy, and yes,
so��loved!
I lifted my hips up against him as if I was trying to force him into me. He
didn�t hesitate any further and with a grunt he pushed his cock into me. My god!
At first I thought he was going to split me in two he was so big! I watched in
fascination as my dad's cock slowly disappeared, inch by inch moving inside of
me for the very first time. While I watched him entering me I could feel him at
the same time, feel him filling my cunt with his dick. I focused completely on
his dick entering me, trying to sear it into my memory for all time. I never
wanted to forget this moment, as I watched and felt my own father�s cock inside
of me.
�Deeper daddy�put it all the way in me. Give it all to me.�
Finally he was completely in me, buried to the hilt with his hairy crotch
pressed tight against me and his cock completely out of sight. He held it still
at first and I could feel him throbbing deep inside of me. I almost couldn�t
believe it, this had to be a dream. In my head the same words were screaming
over and over� Oh�my�God�my dad was actually fucking me, he was really screwing
his sixteen year-old daughter!
After all those times in the past weeks I�d dreamed of this, it was finally
coming true. My pussy felt totally filled as my father's cock trembled inside
of me.
�God your pussy feels so good!� he groaned. �It�s even tighter than I�d
imagined it would be.�
After a few seconds he began to stroke it slowly in and out of me as I moaned
with the intense pleasure it was giving me. It wasn't just the physical
pleasure that made me feel so good � it was the intense emotions sweeping
through me that were being created by the knowledge that my own father�s dick
was now inside of me. Both the physical and emotional elements were driving me
to what I knew was going to be yet another monstrous orgasm!
"That feels sooooooooo good! Oh daddy, you feel so wonderful inside of me," I
moaned.
It felt so good to have him in me finally. When he pulled out I wanted to
thrust my hips upward to suck him back in me again. Then when he pushed back
into me it was like he was going to drill all the way into my stomach he was so
deep into me. I felt the base of his cock pressed tightly against my fuzzy
pussy, pressing me down into my bed as it tried to get in as far as he could
force it.
We fucked for what seemed like ages. He tossed me around the bed like a toy
doll, putting me in different positions and giving me instructions at times.
Finally I could feel him swelling even more than I thought possible and his
strokes were getting faster and harder. I knew he was about to cum and I knew
that there was only one place I wanted him to release his load for the first
time with me � it just HAD to be in my pussy! Fortunately, he felt the same
way.
"Oh baby doll�� I�m gonna cum so hard! Oh sweetie I can't bear the thought of
pulling out of your tight pussy. Get ready, your daddy�s almost there and he�s
gonna cum inside of you.�
I locked my arms and legs around him to show that I wanted him to stay in me. I
wanted his cum in me so bad. I wanted to feel him giving me the ultimate sign
of a father�s love for his daughter, to give me something he had never given me
before, something he gave to no other woman other than my mother.
�Oh yeah, you want it there too - don�t you? Don�t worry, I�m going to fill
my daughter's little pussy with more cum than she can handle! �
OH MY GOD! My dad wanted to cum in me! I wanted his cum in me. No, it was
more like I NEEDED his cum in me, needed him to burst in me like a hot flood
being released from a broken dam. This was the moment that would show me just
how much he REALLY wanted me, how much he REALLY loved me. Hearing him tell me
he wanted to mate with me was the last straw as a tremendous orgasm swept
through me like the blast from an atom bomb.
God, I thought I had cum hard before but it was nothing compared to this. I had
never dreamed I could cum this hard! I lost track of everything, where I was
and what the time was. It was like being on another planet, if not another
universe. I felt like I was floating, my body felt weightless composed of
nothing but wave after wave of the most intense pleasure I could ever have
imagined. My pussy clamped down on his cock like a vise, trying to hold onto
him and never letting him go.
�Oh God, fuck me daddy!!� I cried out as I felt his cock responding to the tight
grip of my pussy. �FUCK ME!� I screamed out to him, wanting so bad for him to
cum in me while my orgasm was peaking.
My dad didn�t disappoint me. His breathing was fast and heavy as he tried to
talk to me, �OK here it is, oh lord � I�m cumming in my little girl!"
His back arched and his head pulled backwards as a loud groan escaped from him.
He thrust himself into deeper into me with each load of his cum. It seemed he
would never stop as load after load exploded from him, his incestuous sperm
emerging from his cock and shooting deep into his daughter�s welcoming pussy for
the first time.
As he kept stroking his cum began to leak from my pussy and I could feel it
dripping down my ass onto the bed sheets. My orgasm, which had just started to
wane, picked up in full force again as my cunt clamped down on his cock,
literally squeezing the cum from him. A final moan and he just held himself
completely inside of me, trying to catch his breath.
"Oh my God I never dreamed fucking my daughter would be feel so good! How do
you feel baby? How did it feel to have your daddy fuck you?"
At first I didn't know if I could even speak but the words burst from me like a
flood.
"Oh daddy, I loved it. I�m so happy that you fucked me. Ohhhhhhhhh, you feel
so hot inside me now! Please stay in me for a while! I love the feeling, being
one with you, joined with you, feeling a part of your body inside of mine. Oh
daddy I love you so much."
It was like I couldn't stop talking now, like I had to keep telling him over and
over how much I loved what he had done. It was all true, my dad WAS joined with
me. Father and daughter were one for the very first time, joined in the most
intimate way possible, coupled in way very few fathers ever get to experience
with their daughters. My father�s cum was in me, a part of him left behind as
sign of his love for me.
After he�d cum and his sexual tensions had been released, his mind, clouded with
a sexual lust he�d never experienced before, began clear. As it did, my dad
seemed to realize just what he had just done to his little girl, how he had
violated his own daughter�s sexuality in a way that could never be undone. It's
not like I was so innocent and hadn�t had sex before; but he knew that as my
father, fucking me was much more serious than fucking almost anyone else and
that the responsibility was his. We both knew it and I was glad when he spoke
again, glad to see he didn't regret it or felt bad about doing it.
"Oh my God, I can't believe this. I just fucked my own daughter," he sighed.
But just as quickly a hint of the old lust was restored and he grinned at me
saying, �But dammit, it was incredible. God you�re an incredible fuck.�
He started to pull out of pussy but I pressed up against him, trying my best to
keep him in me. The way I felt at that moment, he could have stayed in me
forever! I looked at him and kissed him. Not a "family" kiss but the
passionate kind that he would get from a lover. My tongue slipped into his
mouth and he responded in kind. For the first time we kissed as a father and
daughter who had shared their most intimate feelings and bodies. Our nude
bodies pressed against each other and his cock throbbed with his pulse inside of
me.
"Oh Daddy, I wanted this just as much as you did. From now on I want you to take
me anytime you want. Fuck me whenever you want - every day or even more if you
need it. I love you daddy, doesn't what we just did prove that to you?"
My father looked at me and smiled. "You don't have to do anything to prove your
love for me Kelly � don�t ever think that. I love you no matter what. It�s just
so incredible to be able to express ourselves in this way. Mmmmmm, now why don�t
you just lay back and relax while you feel me inside of you."
I did just that and for the next few minutes felt as satisfied and secure as I
had ever felt in my life. After all, here I was in bed with my father�s cock
nestled inside of me, his sperm draining from my pussy as the aftershocks of my
orgasm slowly died down. Eventually, of course, he had to slip out of me and my
pussy felt so empty at first without him. It was like suddenly a part of me was
missing. I stayed in my bed as he went back to bathroom and then back down to
the family room. I drifted off to sleep dreaming of how it felt those first few
moments when he first came in me.
My last thoughts were that there was one thing I was sure of and that was my
life had just changed forever. It would never be the same again with my dad �
and I was .happy about it. My daddy had shown me his love and I couldn�t wait
for him to do it again... and again... and again!
THE END