Subject: An Evening With My Dad (MF, incest, oral)
By: Kelly <pghkelly@yahoo.com>
Diary Date: February 21, 2009

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include depictions of underage, nonconsensual and unprotected sex as well as 
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Summary:

There comes a time when a father has needs that only his daughter can take care 
of.

Table of Contents:
   Chapter 1 – The True Meaning of Father-Daughter Incest
   Chapter 2 – Dad’s Reaction to My Mom’s Death
   Chapter 3 – Aunt Linda’s Suggestion
   Chapter 4 – Getting Myself Ready 
   Chapter 5 – Pleasing My Father


Chapter 1 – The True Meaning of Father-Daughter Incest
======================================================

If there is one thing I’ve tried to emphasize over and over again throughout the 
years, it’s that my relationship with my father, while more intimate perhaps 
than that shared by most fathers and daughters, has NEVER crossed the line to 
where I am his lover or anything more than being his daughter (as if THAT wasn’t 
enough!).  It was one of the reasons why my mother never felt any jealousy or 
remorse over my incestuous sexual relationship with my dad.  She knew without a 
doubt that the only woman in the world he made love to was her.  Any other woman 
my dad might have had sex with, be it me, her sister, or my cousins, was 
strictly “fucking”, an outlet for his sexual needs and lust.  Of course he still 
loved us so it wasn’t “just sex”, but hopefully you get the idea of what I’m 
trying to say.

Of course, when it comes to sex with me, while he may be “fucking” me rather 
than “making love”, I’m still his only daughter so there’s always been something 
special about our times together.  It’s more than just about the physical side 
of it when I say I never feel closer to my father than when I’m in his arms and 
he is buried inside of me, the warmth of his climax still radiating inside of 
me.  Through sex my father can express his love and respect for me.  I say  
“love” in that how more loving can a father be than to join himself with his own 
daughter in the most intimate way possible?  “Respect” in that he has NEVER 
abused me or used me, never asked me to do anything that is shameful, 
humiliating or something I wouldn’t want to do.

It is because of the combination of love and respect that my father has always 
had for me that I “submit” myself totally to him when he takes me to his bed (or 
wherever else he wants it).  Now I realize that for some people, the concept of 
“submission” has been twisted and perverted over the years to mean things like 
slavery and bondage, something kinky or demeaning.  All I can say is that for 
me, that is as far from the truth as possible.  While the Bible commands a wife 
to submit to her husband, it is not commanding her to be barefoot and pregnant.  
Indeed, there is an equal demand placed on the husband to love his wife.  So it 
is with my father and me.  I “submit” to his authority because I know he has 
such a love for me.  Not the same love he had for my mother – that was something 
special between two people bonded together for life through the wedding vows.  
It was rather the deep love of a parent for a child, of a father for his only 
daughter, of a man for a younger woman in his care.

Now don’t get me wrong, my dad IS a man and he has the same male needs and lusts 
that every other man has.  Of course there have been times when lust has 
overwhelmed him and he has sought me out to quench the burning desires within 
him.  Yet even at those times, when the look in my father’s eyes becomes so 
intense, almost like he is possessed by his most basic instincts, I still feel 
wonderful because I am able to be there for him at such a time of need.  It 
makes me feel good to know that not only can I trust him, but he trusts me as 
well to be there when he craves me, to give him what he needs unconditionally 
and without expecting anything in return.

Finally, just so nobody thinks I’m too “out there” with all this, I don’t mind 
admitting that I enjoy it when my dad fucks me.  As I said before, he IS a man 
and I may be a bit biased in my assessment but he fucks me pretty damn good!  
There have also been times when I too had needs which he helped me with so it’s 
not a one-way street with him by any means.

Well, one more thing to get off my chest before I step down from my soapbox.  
Incest, at least “proper” incest, is ONLY an expression of love, NOT a 
requirement.  After all, I spent the first sixteen years of my life with 
absolutely no sexual relations with my father of any kind.  He loved me before I 
offered myself to him just as much as he did afterwards.  I feel secure knowing 
that if for some reason we stopped having sex tomorrow, it would have absolutely 
no impact whatsoever on the love between us.  Sex merely allows us to be more 
intimate, to serve as a means to EXPRESS our love and to allow us to meet each 
other’s needs.  I cannot emphasize enough that it has NEVER been the basis for 
our love.  He is my dad and I love him, period, sex or no sex.


Chapter 2 – Dad’s Reaction to My Mom’s Death
============================================

After my mother passed away, it was like something was taken from my father that 
left a hole in him that can never be filled.   However, if there was one thing I 
am certain of more than anything in my life, it is that I will never try to fill 
that hole.  It would be an insult to my mother and eventually I believe it would 
destroy the relationship I have with my father.  All this crap people write 
about in so-called “erotic” stories about how a girl takes the place of her dead 
mother to satisfy the needs of her grieving father is just that – crap.   I had 
grown weary of that tired story line but now it angers me when I read something 
that starts out with, “my mom died...”.  It’s just so much crap, pure garbage.  
If there is a real case where such a thing HAS happened, I think it would be 
sinful and just plain morally wrong.

At the time of her passing I was living at home.  Once the initial grief and 
shock was over, and life had to start moving on once again, I chose to move back 
to my old apartment.  It just seemed to be the appropriate thing to do.  It’s 
hard to explain, but I wanted to be sure that in some future moment of grief and 
weakness, that nothing ever happened that would harm the beautiful relationship 
I shared with my dad.  Now, more than ever, I needed my FATHER.

As for dad, over the next few months he had his work to keep him busy.  He also 
had someone else to help him – my mom’s sister Linda.  Actually their 
relationship went back to their high school days (well, 8th grade for her).  My 
dad started dating my mom first as she was a couple of years older than Linda, 
but Linda eventually got herself involved with him as well.  It was just teenage 
hormones at that time but they grew close over the years as they matured.  Of 
course, my dad DID marry my mom so you know which sister he truly loved and 
which one was just for fun, but even after the marriage, they still got together 
now and then for some casual sex between consenting adults.  My mother never 
interfered because first, she knew who my dad REALLY loved and second, since her 
sister was part of her immediate marriage family, my dad had the moral right to 
have sex with her so long as it was consensual, no different than he eventually 
would with me and my cousin Kristi, Linda’s daughter.

It wasn’t for a few months after my mom’s passing that my dad and Linda got back 
together again.  Actually, neither of them ever discussed it much with me, at 
least not in any detail.  I was only aware of much of what they were doing 
because she was over at his house a lot and I knew from growing up what THAT 
meant.  Plus, I’d actually seen them doing it a few times when I went in the 
house unannounced (as I always do).  It wasn't anything they were embarrassed 
about, just something they didn’t share with me.  Well, there WAS one time when 
my dad discussed it with me, but only to assure me that it was just as it had 
been before with them – something they both enjoyed and nothing more than that.

Of course, not living at home meant my times with my dad were much fewer and 
farther between.  When I lived at home, we had a little ritual that he started 
when I was still in high school where he would come into my room in the morning 
before leaving for work  Sometimes he just masturbated and came on me, leaving 
to wake later with the evidence on my face or boobs.  Other times I would suck 
him off and then there were mornings when he had more time and fucked me.  I 
remember what a kick he use to get out of seeing how far in me he could get his 
dick before I would wake up.  There were a few times I faked being asleep but 
now and then I would awaken to the most marvelous sensation – my dad’s dick 
buried to the hilt inside of me!  Granted, THAT was pretty rare but the few 
times it happened are etched in my memory forever!  Needless to say, our ritual 
has been hard to keep up when I wasn’t sleeping in the bedroom next door to his.

Another tradition my dad and I have formed over the years is one which I have 
strived to maintain, regardless of my schedule.  Don’t think bad of me but I 
love it when my dad fucks me just before we go to church, literally with my 
dress on and ready to go out the door.  Usually less than fifteen minutes later 
we are sitting in the pews, my pussy still throbbing while his fresh cum is 
draining from me.  I look around the crowded church and it makes me  so horny to 
wonder what people would say if they knew why I was fidgeting so much!

In the past month or so, those Sunday mornings have pretty much been the only 
times my dad has fucked me.  There were a couple of times he called me and asked 
if I was “busy”, code words for him being horny and would I mind helping him 
out.  But otherwise I think Linda has been pretty much taking care of his day-
to-day requirements.  My dad was never one to go more than a day or two without 
getting SOME form of sex and as he has returned to his more normal routine, 
those needs are still there, alive and kicking.


Chapter 3 – Aunt Linda's Suggestion
===================================

Then, just a few days ago, I got a surprising phone call.

“Hello Kelly, this is Linda.”

I couldn't even remember the last time my aunt had called me.  Although I still 
referred to her as my “Aunt Linda”, she had been trying for years to get me to 
just call her Linda.  Not sure what to say at first, I quickly regained my 
composure and replied with a simple “hello”.  She got straight to the point.

“You know, of course, I’ve been spending a lot of time lately with your dad...”

Yeah, like damn near every night lately it seems.  It wasn't that I was jealous 
or anything, really I wasn't. At the same time, I was starting to wonder if she 
was still seeing all this as a simple sexual liaison or maybe she was hunting 
for something more.  This was hard for me to come to grips with as I would’ve 
sworn no such thing could EVER happen between her and my dad, but then again, 
they DID have a long history and no doubt had my mom not gotten to him first, he 
may well have married Linda.

“..and I know Valentine’s Day was a little, well, awkward...” she continued as 
my mind raced well ahead of her.

My dad had taken the two of us out for Valentine’s Day.  We went to a great 
steak house where he presented us with flowers.  It was almost identical to last 
year’s Valentine’s dinner with one major difference - back then my mom had sat 
next to me but this year it was my Aunt Linda.  Not only that, but last year my 
dad had fucked me when we got home while my mom waited patiently for her turn, 
or should I say, for the rest of the night with my dad.  This year it was 
different.  I was the one who went straight home from the restaurant while Linda 
went home with my dad.  Saying it was a little “awkward” was like saying the 
Titanic had a leak!

“...but I felt you needed to know something about your dad,” I barely heard her 
saying.

“Oh?  And just what would THAT be?” I asked, trying to keep the sarcasm from my 
tone.

“Just listen to me Kelly for once.  He needs you Kelly... he REALLY needs you.”

“What do you mean?  He didn't seem to need me all that much last week.  Besides, 
he has me Sunday morning like he always did.”

There was a pause on the phone, as if she was gathering her thoughts as to how 
she should best respond.  I kept on, saying, “Why does he need ME so much?  It 
seems you’ve been doing pretty good taking care of any ‘needs’ he may have been 
having lately.”

“Oh Kelly, don't say that!  Don’t even think that way,” she protested, “You know 
how it is with me and your dad.  We’re just friends, nothing more, but YOU are 
his daughter and he loves you more than ever.”

She paused again, waiting for my response, but this time I kept quiet, waiting 
to see where this was leading.

“Think for a moment.... When was the last time you submitted to him?” she asked 
quietly.

“Uh, like I just said, Sunday morning before church.”

“No, I don't mean just a quick fuck to get him off.  I mean... when was the last 
time you REALLY submitted to him?  You know what I mean dear.”

My silence spoke volumes.  Indeed, it HAD been a long time since I had done 
anything “special” for my dad.  I couldn't pin down the exact date, but it was 
before my mom was gone.  Since then he’d fucked me numerous times, but it was 
always just a quick fuck, a few minutes before church, a quick BJ after a dinner 
out, little things like that.

“You know dear, moving out may not have been the best idea...” she sort of threw 
out but I wasn’t biting.

“We’ve been over that enough, haven’t we?  If anything, I’m more sure today than 
ever I did the right thing.”

“OK, it was just an observation, you don't bite my head off,” she responded, 
trying to add a little laugh to take the edge off.  She quickly moved to change 
the subject.

“Look, I know you and your dad have always had something special between you, 
even if at times I didn’t always fully understand it.  All I know is for 
whatever reason you’ve distanced yourself from him recently and it hurts him, 
even if he wont say so himself.”

I almost hung up on her.  “For whatever reason”?  Oh my god, how could she even 
SAY that?  But at the same time what she said sort of hit home.  Indeed, I had 
thought about the very same thing many times recently. 

“So what do you think I should do?” I asked.  Heck, I knew the answer but for 
whatever reason, I wanted her to be the one to suggest it.

“I think only you know that,” she said, skirting the issue.  “Like I said, I 
haven’t always fully understood what you and he did, but I DO know you mom 
thought It was wonderful.  Sure, I enjoy the sex with him and I like to think he 
feels the same, but we don’t have ‘it”, whatever it was he had with your mom and 
to some degree with you.  We never did have it.”

“Well, thanks for calling Aunt Linda,” I said, not too subtlety putting an end 
to the conversation. 

“I hope I’m not sticking my nose where it doesn’t being Kelly,” she apologized, 
“I love your dad in my own way and I just want the best for him.  Think about 
what I said, OK?”

I assured her that I would and the phone went dead.   It wasn’t something that 
really required a lot of thought.  Indeed, I had masturbated numerous times 
recently thinking about some ideas I had in mind.  The problem was, the longer 
it went on this way, the more awkward it made it to fix it.  Pacing my 
apartment, I held my own private little debate.  Was I being overly cautious? 
Trying to be too sensitive?  Was it really my dad I was worried about or was it 
my own feelings I was having such a hard time dealing with?  Enough was enough, 
I knew what had to be done.

“Hello, dad?” I said into the phone as he picked up my call, “I was thinking and 
I wondered if you would like to go out for dinner again this weekend?”

“Sure sweetie,” he said without a moment’s hesitation, “Do you want me to ask 
your Aunt Linda to come with us?”

That last question, if nothing else, drove home for me just how far I’d let this 
get out of hand.  Six months ago such a suggestion would NEVER have been made.  
Heck, he wouldn't have even asked to bring my mom along.  Had we really grown so 
apart that he thought I would want actually WANT someone else with us?

“Daddy, I just want to be your girl for the night, is that OK?” 

“Sure baby... I didn’t mean anything by that!”

“So what time can you pick me up?”

THAT surprised him a little, as I could deduce from the hesitation.  My dad 
hadn’t been by my place since he helped me move.  It took more than that, 
though, to knock him off his stride.

“How about seven?”

With that established, we went on to some small talk.  He asked if I’d been to 
any parties lately and I just teased him, telling him I would fill him in over 
our dinner.  Ever since I first started dating, my dad loved to hear about what 
I did.  At first, if he got turned on he would just masturbate but after we 
started having sex, if I got him horny enough we might head to my room to 
“finish the story” as he liked to call it. 

Hanging up the phone again, this time I just sat on the edge of my bed, 
wondering what I’d just gotten myself into.  It had been AGES since I’d done 
anything like this with my dad.  It HAD to be special.  Damn, what was I going 
to do?


Chapter 4 – Getting Myself Ready
================================

That night as I lay in bed masturbating myself to sleep, my mind drifted off to 
that night so many years before when my father first came to my bedroom.  I 
remembered how nervous I was, yet excited beyond words.  I’d been trying for a 
over a week to “seduce” my dad after secretly watching him making love to my mom 
in our hot tub.  I can still remember every detail, how wonderful it made me 
feel to see them having sex for the first time.  Watching them, I realized what 
a wonderful thing it was that they were sharing.  Sure, I’d been fucked by a 
number of boys by then but I’d never had anything happen like what I saw between 
my mom and dad.  Little did I know at the time, but my dad had been desiring me 
for years but my mom had made him wait for me to make the first move.  He 
probably would have taken me up on my “offer” the first time I suggested 
anything but again my mom made him wait until she was absolutely certain it was 
what I wanted.

My fingers rubbed gently on my clit as I recalled how fast my heart was beating 
as he approached me, looking so handsome with his dick standing out like a stiff 
rod.  My dad had fondled me before, but that was just my dad touching me, no 
different than any other dad might do with his daughter.  This time was 
different.  This time it had a different intent, a different desire.  This time 
he WANTED me.... in a way he never had before.

God I was so wet!  My heart pounded as I pushed my finger into my pussy, 
reminding me of how it felt the first time my dad had entered me.  Of course I 
was a couple of years and more than several  dicks from being a virgin, but in 
it’s own way it was like my first time all over again.  This wasn't just some 
horny boy from school getting us off, this was my own FATHER penetrating me with 
his erect cock.  It was WONDERFUL!

When I finally came, alone in the darkness of my bedroom, it was better than it 
had been in ages.  My hips thrust upward from the bed, driving my imaginary 
daddy dick deeper into me, my cum gushing as my imagination worked overtime.  In 
my mind he was cumming in me again for the first time.  Sure, I’d felt boys cum 
in me before but this was different – WAY different.  This was my DAD’S sperm 
inside of me.  My own father was literally mating me!  It was a feeling I would 
never forget and indeed, on this cold winter night I was cumming hard 
remembering every detailed moment.

In my closet are lots of dresses and outfits that I knew my dad would love – 
many of them based on past experience.  I didn’t even bother looking, though, as 
I was determined to make this night really special.  That meant, at a minimum, I 
had to wear something he’d never seen before.  The next morning, after I 
masturbated and got cleaned up, I called my cousin Kristi to ask if she’d be 
interested in joining me on a shopping trip.  She was a little sleepy still from 
her previous night’s work, but she assured me she would be ready to go by 
lunchtime.

I stopped by Kristi’s place just after noon and was rather surprised that she 
was at the door waiting.  It wasn't that she was lazy, but Kristi just wasn't 
what you would call a “morning person”.  Indeed, she was the type that would 
sleep in till mid-afternoon and then spend all night out.  I guess that was good 
considering her profession.

“Hey, my mom told me to make sure you got special but she didn’t say why.  
What’s the story Kelly?” she asked as soon as she had buckled up and we were on 
our way to the mall. 

I filled her in on the details and she just had this naughty smirk on her face.  
Finally, it got the better of me and so I turned to her while at a stoplight.

“OK, spill it girl... what’s up with you?”

Kristi giggled and grinned even more at me.  “Why bother shopping?  Just walk in 
naked and I’m sure he’ll be just as happy.”

Just like my cousin.  Well, she never claimed to be subtle.  I guess in her line 
of work she didn’t have to worry about it.  I didn't even try to argue, she knew 
full well what my plans were and she was just trying to push my buttons.  Yep, 
typical Kristi... but I loved her anyway.

We spent the entire afternoon roaming from one store to another.  I had a pretty 
good idea in my mind what I was looking for.  Dinner called for something 
seductive but not TOO revealing.  Sort of like setting the stage for the 
evening.  I wanted other men to look at me so my dad would be proud of me – not 
to mention feeling pretty good about himself as all those other guys would be 
wishing they were him.  At the same time, I didn't want it to look like he was 
with an escort either so it had to be classy without being overly slutty.  Not 
so much sexy as erotic.  Revealing but teasing. Of course, it had to look good 
coming OFF as well as it did being ON.  Not the easiest task by any means!

Most times I wore something like this, I didn't bother with anything else.  To 
walk into a room with nothing on but a little black dress and heels was 
stimulating, to say the least.  Even if I DID wear something, it was usually 
nothing but a small thong.  A bra was something definitely NOT on my list in the 
past.  Today, though, was different.  The only thing underwear was good for was 
not so much wearing it, it’s letting it be seen and then taking it off.   So on 
top of hunting for the perfect dress, we had to find just the right lingerie to 
go with it.  One or the other would have been hard enough to get in just one 
afternoon but to find an outfit that matched in just a few hours was a lot 
tougher than it might seem!

If nothing else proved how daunting our task was, consider that for the entire 
afternoon, neither Kristi or I masturbated or played around with each other or 
anyone else we met.  Not that we didn't have plenty of opportunities.  The 
dressing rooms in several stores practically called out for some action and 
there were enough guys watching me try on dresses and bras that it would have 
been like shooting fish in a barrel to grab one of them.  But we were on a 
mission, our energies and minds focused on the goal.  This was one of the most 
important shopping trips I’d ever made and I wanted it to be perfect.  I could 
always go out with her some other time and have some fun.

Finally, mission accomplished.  Kristi and grabbed something to eat at TGI 
Fridays after which I dropped her off at home.  By the time I practically 
stumbled into my apartment, I was exhausted!  I hung up my new dress in the 
bathroom on the shower rail and dropped off my bags on the chair in my room, 
then simply flopped on my back onto my bed.  Oh my god, I was so happy!  It had 
been a wonderful day with my cousin.  Sure we didn’t do anything “wild and 
crazy”, but we had fun just the same, enjoying each other’s company and 
conversation.  It was a rare opportunity for us to be this way, just two girls 
out together, enjoying themselves without the pressure of trying to “one up” the 
other or deal with guys.  OK, so I’m sorry that there was nothing for guys to 
jerk off reading about, but it was important to me.

As exhausted as I was, I must have dozed off instantly as next thing I knew I 
was in the dark, laying on my bed with my clothes on and the lights off.  
Rubbing my eyes to try and wake up, my eyes gradually focused on the clock by my 
bed.  Damn, it was after midnight!  I must have been even more tired than I 
thought.  How many miles had we put on the past afternoon?  I know we had to 
have hit every shop at least twice!  Struggling to get out of bed, I stripped 
off my clothes, debated whether I should shower first, and then said the hell 
with it and just crawled under the covers.  I had a big night ahead of me and if 
I didn’t get some sleep now, I’d never be in shape for it when it came.

The next morning I awoke with a start.  God, talk about a crazy dream!  The 
memory of it was fading so fast I could only grab bits and pieces of it but 
whatever it was, it had me horny as hell!  Reaching down under the covers, my 
pussy was soaking wet and my finger slid easily between my pussy lips until the 
tip of my finger was just inside of me.  Damn, who was it that was fucking me in 
my sleep?  It was so real, so intense, as if someone HAD been fucking while I 
was practically in a coma.  All I could remember was the feeling of this massive 
dick, stroking in and out of me, then cumming and cumming, shooting streams of 
thick sperm into me like a hose that just wouldn't shut off.  It had kept 
pouring into me, literally gallons of cum, gushing out of my pussy around his 
dick and down over my ass onto my bed.  As I fingered myself, all I could 
remember now was how much he had cum in me, more than ten guys normally could 
have.  I twirled my fingertip just inside the entrance to my pussy, teasing the 
nerve endings that were clustered there, sending shivers up and down my spine.

Any other day, I might have tried to go back to sleep and relive the dream 
again, to find out who this magic dick belonged to, learn how he was able to cum 
so much in me.   Sleep, however, was about the LAST thing my body was ready for 
as I quickly brought myself to a climax.  As worked up as I was when I woke up, 
it didn’t take much more to send me over the edge!  I was on my side, my hands 
plunged between my legs, curling up into a fetal position as I wanted to scream 
out.   It felt so good!  I used one hand to finger my clit while I pushed two 
fingers into me from the other.  Goose bumps broke out all over me even though I 
was sweating but a the same time shivering.  I closed my eyes and concentrated, 
not thinking about anything but what was happening between my legs, and how it 
was making the rest of my body go bezerk. 

How long I laid there, all curled up tight in a ball under my covers, I have no 
idea.  It didn't really matter anyway.  Finally, Mother Nature’s call became 
loud enough that I had to get out of bed and use the bathroom.  My legs wobbled 
a little as I walked across the hall to my tiny little bathroom.  Leaning over 
the sink to keep my balance, I looked at myself in the mirror and winced.  God, 
I looked a wreck!  My hair was all over the place, makeup messed up, and I just 
looked like I needed a few more hours of sleep!  It was tempting – VERY 
tempting,  but I had appointments to keep and I wanted to look good for daddy 
tonight so I couldn't miss them. 

Once I had cleaned myself up and gotten at least presentable, it was almost time 
for my hair appointment so I threw on my coat and headed to the salon.  Normally 
I’d do my own hair but this date was with daddy, and I wanted it to be a special 
one.  I felt like I was glowing inside as I couldn't wait for the day to pass so 
I could be with my dad!  At the salon, even the girls seemed to notice I was in 
a special mood.  The girl doing my hair must have been all of eighteen or 
nineteen.  She asked me if I was going out to a dance or something tonight and I 
just smiled at her and told her the truth, that I was meeting my dad for dinner.  
At first she kind of gave me an odd look but then it was like she had somehow 
rationalized what I’d told her.

“Oh how nice,” she said, “Sort of a father-daughter night out?”  I nodded and 
she continued, “You’re lucky, I haven’t spoken to my dad in ages.”

It seemed to open a door for her and for he rest of the time I was there, she 
told me about how her parents always argued and how she actually wished they 
would have divorced so at least she didn't have to listen to them yelling at 
each other all the time.  She explained how she had wanted to go to college but 
got knocked up when she was just sixteen and didn't even know who the father was 
– without a DNA test there were simply too many possibilities apparently.  It 
went on and on and it seemed to help her to get it out of her, although I 
wondered how the salon manager might have responded had she known what we were 
discussing.  When I left, I couldn't help but think how lucky I was to have been 
raised the way I had been.  I almost felt guilty when I thought about how the 
poor girl didn't even speak to her dad while here I was, getting myself all 
dolled up for mine so I could look pretty for him on our date tonight.  Imagine 
if the girl had known my expectations for AFTER the date!

Back home, I had a few hours so I set the alarm and took a quick nap.  It wasn’t 
the most comfortable one as I sat on the couch in the living room so my hair 
wouldn't get messed up but I was still feeling tired and I wanted to be as alert 
as possible later on.  Silly me, I assumed I would only doze for 20-30 minutes 
so I didn’t set an alarm or anything.  Suddenly my eyes popped open and I was 
instantly awake as I realized it was later than it should have been judging from 
the dimming of the light in the room!  Oh god, I had barely an hour before he 
was picking me up! 

Thankfully, I’d showered and shaved this morning, my hair and nails were done, 
so all I had to do was brush my teeth and fix my makeup.  Reaching for the dress 
bag, I smiled as I carried it to my room and carefully laid it out on the bed.  
First things first.... I looked myself over in the full length mirror on the 
back of the bedroom door.  OK, so I wasn't as tight as I was when I was sixteen 
but the girl I saw in the mirror was almost eight years older.  I hefted my 
boobs in my hand and smiled.  God, how I had waited so long for them to fill in!  
I must have been one of the last girls in my group to justify a training bra and 
it seemed mine were always the smallest.  Girls like my best friend Beth were 
filling our their C and D cups while I was still looking like a kid from junior 
high!  Whoever said girls mature earlier forgot to tell my boobs!   Now they 
were a solid C cup and I loved the way they felt as I held them up and let my 
fingers tease the nipples. 

My hand ran over my bare pussy mound, smooth as a baby’s behind still after my 
morning shave.  I ran my fingers all over, checking for any remaining stubble.  
Mmmmm, I couldn't wait to feel my dad’s hands over it later!  Twisting around to 
check out my ass, I frowned a bit.  It wasn't that I was fat or loose, but a 
little time at the gym wouldn't hurt. 

I opened my shopping back and took out the bra Kristi had picked out for me.  It 
was jet black and strapless, the only strapless one I had.  After all, if you’re 
wearing a strapless dress, why bother with a bra in most cases?  In this case, 
my dress wasn’t strapless but I still needed a strapless bra as there wasn't 
enough to hide bra straps and I wasn’t going for the slutty, “show your lingerie 
off” look tonight.  Wrapping it around me, I snapped the clasps together and 
twisted it around so the cups were under my boobs and then lifted it up, 
stuffing each boob in as I did.  It was an underwire support bra so it had the 
effect of boosting my boobs a bit and squeezing them together, maximizing my 
cleavage.  As usual when I first put on a bra, I felt a bit restricted but it 
wasn't all that bad and I knew it looked good on me.  Certainly the guys hanging 
around the shop where I’d bought it thought so!  But then, I could’ve been 
wearing a maternity bra and they probably would’ve given the thumbs up.  The 
edges were lined with lace and the material was so sheer you could see my 
nipples outlined underneath.  Just what I was looking for, something that teased 
but still made it clear what was available.

Next came the thong.  It wasn’t the smallest thong I’d ever worn, not by a long 
shot, but then it still revealed a lot more than panties.  Actually, we had 
debated whether or not I should wear panties instead of a thong.  The girls 
helping me and Kristi at the store had brought out some really sexy pairs for me 
to try and they all agreed some of them really looked hot on me.  I also got the 
distinct impression a couple of them wouldn’t mind giving me some more 
“personal” service but there was no time for that.   In the end, I went with the 
thong just because I wanted to show off more of my bare ass.  I guess it was 
maybe growing up with little boobs but I just loved to show off my bottom.  
Given a choice between being bottomless to topless, bottomless won every time.  
Back to the thong... it wasn't a string style so there was actually some 
material in back which I sort of preferred as it was a lot more comfortable than 
having something pulled up between your ass cheeks all night.  In front, it 
actually hid all of my pussy and more, almost enough to be presentable in 
public.  The material matched the bra, jet black and sheer with just a touch of 
lace to make it even more feminine. 

The next box in the bag held my shoes, six-inch stiletto heels that wrapped 
around my ankles a few times and then tied off.  Open toed, cold for winter but 
I didn’t care.  Yes, uncomfortable as hell but I loved the way they looked on me 
at the store and I knew they would really help to make my legs look good.  
Sitting on the bed, I put them on and it took a while to get all the strings 
looking just right.  Well, at least they weren’t going to fall off!   When I 
stood up, I looked back in the mirror again and smiled.  Yes indeed, my dad was 
going to love them!

Finally, I carefully picked up the dress.  Actually, it was more of a wrap than 
a dress but once it was on me, tied in back and properly adjusted, it looked 
like a regular dress.  It had spaghetti shoulder straps to help hold up the 
front which plunged deep below my cleavage. There simply wasn't enough material 
to hold up the cups without the straps.  The dress flowed down my torso, hugging 
me tightly yet not bunching up.  The lower edges were almost to my ankles, but 
it wasn’t like my legs were totally hidden or anything like that.   The edge of 
the wrap was on my left side and if I twisted sharply or sat down, it would 
separate and display some leg.  The sharper I moved, or if I sat and crossed my 
legs, the more it showed.  I loved the way it first appeared to be relatively 
conservative, at least from a length perspective but then surprised by showing 
off my entire leg up to my hips.  The whole dress was what my dad would have 
called “slinky”, flowing smoothly without any decorations or markings, from my 
boobs to the bottom hem. Yes indeed, I certainly didn’t look like a sixteen 
year-old anymore!

It was close to time for me to be picked up so I got out my long overcoat.  I 
had debated the previous day about whether or not to add a purse, but what was 
the point?  I was old enough now that waiters weren’t carding me and besides, 
with my dad along I doubted that would be a concern anywhere anyway.  Standing 
there in the living room all alone, suddenly it was like I was waiting for a 
date back in high school again!  Just as it was back then, I had a pretty good 
idea where the night was going to lead, but I was still excited and couldn't 
wait for it to happen.  Back then I might have masturbated a little, getting 
myself all worked up before my boyfriend arrived, but there was no need for that 
tonight.  As it was, I was worried my thing was going to be soaked before the 
night even started!


Chapter 5 – Pleasing My Father
==============================

The doorbell rang, making me jump as it broke my train of thoughts about the 
good old days.  It could be only one person - my dad was here!   Reining in my 
emotions, I did my best to walk deliberately to the door, opening it slowly and 
then acting as if I was surprised to see my dad standing there.

“Hi daddy!”

“Evening baby,” my dad responded, “Whoa... you really look nice tonight!  Love 
the hair.”

He reached for me and took me in his arms and kissed me as we stood in the open 
doorway to my apartment.  His lips felt so good on mine!  Our tongues met and I 
felt like I was melting in his arms.  God, it had been so long since he had 
hugged me and kissed me like this!

“I think we’d better get going before we BOTH get carried away,” he whispered to 
me.  He was right, a few more minutes and I might just pull him into my 
apartment and said the hell with the dinner and just spent the night in bed with 
him.   As much as I desired it, at the same time I wanted the evening to be 
something special for him.  Not that fucking me wouldn't be special! 

My dad took me by the hand and led me to his car.  Opening the door for me like 
a gentleman, I noticed his eyes were on me the entire time.  With my coat over 
me there wasn't much to see but the look on his face told me how much he wanted 
me.  God, why hadn’t we done this sooner?

It took about twenty minutes to get downtown where he used the valet service so 
we wouldn't have to walk in the cold.  I was especially thankful since I wasn’t 
exactly wearing hiking boots.  Inside the restaurant, he helped me off with my 
coat for the coat check.  Once it was off, he – and the coat check guy, both 
stared at me in my new dress. 

“Like my dress daddy?” I cooed, fishing blatantly for compliments.

My dad’s cheeks puffed as he blew out a breath of air.  “Wow, it’s been a while 
since I’ve seen you wearing anything like it.”

Meanwhile, the look on the coat check guy was classic.  He seemed to be in his 
twenties or so, and when he heard me say “daddy” his eyes widened a bit and he 
looked even more at me.  He was probably debating whether I was just being cute 
or if this guy really WAS my dad.  Just to give him a little more to mull over, 
I reached up and kissed my dad on the lips.  The heels were like stilts, making 
it easier for me to reach him.  This time I looked over at the coat check guy 
and winked at him.  He quickly looked away, a little embarrassed perhaps that 
he’d been caught checking me out.

We were led to our table which was towards the back of the restaurant which was 
fine with me.  The place was fairly crowded but the lights were low with candles 
on the table which made it seem more private, even thought there were people 
only a few feet away.  Just as I had hoped, I was catching the eye of every guy 
I walked by.  I just hoped my dad was seeing them look at me as well.  As I sat 
down, I deliberately crossed my left leg over my right which had the effect of 
maximizing the side opening in my dress, exposing most of my bare leg up to the 
top of my thigh.  As I scooting in, the table clothe covered much of me but guy 
at the table next to me was getting a pretty good eyeful of my exposed upper 
thigh.  My dad also noticed as he pushed the chair in behind me and then took 
his own seat.

“That’s really quite a dress... new?” he said after we had taken our seats and 
the waiter left our menus.

“Bought it yesterday... just for you daddy.  Kristi helped me pick it out”

“Well, I have to say, it certainly shows off your ‘assets’ quite well,” he added 
with a sly grin and a glance at my open cleavage, “Be sure to give Kristi my 
thanks.”

I just smiled demurely and actually felt my face flush a little.  It was nice to 
hear him comment on my dress and looks again.  It had been quite a while since I 
got anything more than the basic compliment from him.

Dinner was actually rather uneventful.  We talked about his recent cases and he 
asked me how my new job was going.  It’s not like it was a real “job” per se, 
but it was easier to call it that and he seemed really interested in hearing 
more about it.  One thing we did NOT talk about, and that was my Aunt Linda or 
even my mom for that matter.  It was like we had an unspoken agreement that 
tonight was just about the two of us.  He didn't even ask me for any updates 
about my cousin Kristi, which was unusual since he usually loved to hear what 
new and crazy things she was in to.  All in all, it worked out exactly as I 
would have hoped.  I think we both were a little nervous about the evening and 
this gave us both a chance to flush out the butterflies.  It’s not that we 
didn't see each other or that we weren't having ANY sex anymore, but I think we 
both knew that tonight was something that was going to be special – or at least 
we both wanted it to be that way.   It wasn’t the kind of thing you just jump 
into or else we may as well have stayed at my place earlier!

We finished dinner and shared a bottle of wine.  I’m not typically a big wine 
drinker but a nice white zinfandel went over well for me.  I only had one glass 
myself, but even that was enough to make me feel a little light headed!   Dad 
paid the bill and called for the valet as I waited.  My heart was beating faster 
now, as I knew we were getting closer to what I had been dreaming so much about.  
We’d gone out on “dates” likes this before, but that was under different 
circumstances and it had been quite a while since the last one.   Was he as 
nervous as I was?  You would never know it but my dad’s a lawyer and so he knows 
how to maintain his poker face.   The ride home was quiet, as if we were both 
thinking about what was waiting for us when we got back.

Walking back into the house where I had lived most of my life, it was like I was 
walking onto the set of “This Is Your Life”. Memories came flooding back into 
me.  God the things that I had done here, heard hear, watched here.  Growing up 
as a young girl and then maturing (at least I like to think so) into a young 
woman, the one things that stayed constant was our home.  No matter what else 
changed, my bedroom was always there.  We went into the living room where my dad 
took my coat and hung it in the hallway closet.  He started the fireplace (gas 
logs) and kept the rest of the lights off.  I stood on the runner that covered 
the wood floor in front of the fireplace, the warmth of the flames feeling good 
against me after walking in from the cold.  My dad stood at the entrance to the 
living room, his hands together front of him, just staring at me.

“My god, you look so, so beautiful,” he whispered, barely loud enough for me to 
hear.  My heart was ready to burst, like I was being with him for the very first 
time again.

I stood there, waiting for him to make the next move.  He stepped towards me, 
his arms reaching out for me as he approached.  I extended my arms to meet him 
and we hugged each other tightly.  Mmmmm, I felt so safe and secure in his arms!

“Kiss me,” he whispered, his voice getting husky as it did when his lust would 
grow within him.  I lifted my head to meet him and we kissed gently in the light 
of the fireplace although the warmth that was growing in me wasn't from the 
flames!   His hands were flat on my back, pressing me tightly into him and then 
he moved them slowly over me, caressing me through the smooth material of my 
dress.

“Oh daddy, I missed this so much,” I said softly, trying to fight back the tears 
that threatened to flood from my eyes.

“My dear Kelly, my baby....  I need you... I need you so badly,” he barely was 
able to say, his own voice choking with emotion. 

“Take me daddy,” I offered myself to him, “I want you to take me...  I give 
myself to you, everything to you.”

It wasn’t necessary for me to say that, he knew I was his, just as I always had 
been.  But yet in a way, it WAS necessary.  Our lives had changed so much the 
past few months and in a way, this was like a couple restating their vows.  It 
wasn't necessary so much as it was needed to renew their relationship.  So it 
was with my dad.  I wanted him to know that nothing had changed between us, that 
I was still his loving daughter and little girl, that he could still have me 
anyway he wanted.

It was as if I’d opened the door, removed whatever was in the way.  His hands 
moved to my ass and I gasped softly as he put one hand on each cheek and then 
squeezed me, pulling me up and forward such that I was pressed into him.  My 
boobs were flattened against his chest as I could feel the bulging of his cock 
inside his pants.

“Take me daddy... I’m yours... you can do anything with me... anything.”

He didn’t respond at all this time, at least not with words.  Instead, he 
actually pushed me a little away, then looked me up and down, pausing at my 
breasts as my breathing was faster then it had been all night.

“Damn, I want you so bad,” he said, a little growl in his voice.  I stepped back 
and smiled at him.

“Watch me daddy,”  I said in a low deep voice.  I started to sway back and forth 
slowly on my feet, putting my hands on my hips and then turning to allow my 
dress to open for him.  Placing my left leg on the coffee table, I pulled my 
dress back, exposing my entire leg and upper thigh.  I ever so slowly ran my 
hands down the length of my leg and then back up again as he stood there 
watching me.  

Maintaining my pose, I reached behind and undid the dress, allowing it to loosen 
and partially unwrap.  Then I stood up and it slowly unwound, dropping from my 
breasts and exposing my bra underneath.  Reaching up, I lifted the straps off my 
shoulders and just let the dress fall to the floor in a heap around my feet, 
leaving me standing there in the flickering light in just my underwear and 
heels.

“Do you want me daddy?” I asked, trying to sound like his little girl again, 
“Can I be your little girl again?”

My dad motioned for me to come to him and I stepped forward, leaving the dress 
behind.  He put his hands on my bare hips grasping me firmly.  “Yes I want 
you... more than anything in the world,” he finally assured me.

He reached around me and he lifted me off my feet, holding me in his arms.  
Silently he carried me upstairs to his bedroom and laid me gently on my back on 
the bed with my head resting on the pillows.  I watched silently as he undressed 
in front of me, slowly removing all his clothes until he was left naked.  
Granted, he wasn't the hot young man he’d been twenty years ago, but he kept 
himself in shape and I enjoyed seeing him nude. His dick wasn’t hard but it was 
starting to respond.  I hoped dad had taken one of his little pills!  It wasn't 
like he had ED but it did take a little more work getting him up during the past 
couple of years. Not that I was complaining!

“Fuck me daddy.... I want you to fuck me,” I said in a gentle, but demanding 
tone.  One thing I had learned early in my sexual “career” was that there were 
two words ALL men loved to hear – “fuck me”.  My father was certainly no 
exception and I think he especially loved it all the more when I added “daddy”. 

I was still in my bra, thong and heels as my naked father climbed onto the bed 
and laid on his side next to me.  The room was fairly dark except for a small 
lamp across the room that he kept on most of the time.  It was almost more a 
nightlight than a lamp with a soft light that accented the room more than 
illuminated it.  Actually , it was perfect for this moment as it was bright 
enough for him to see me without it seeming like we were displaying ourselves to 
everyone (although nobody was watching of course). 

At first we just kissed as he leaned into me and I felt the warmth of his strong 
naked body pressing against me.  His dick was pressed against my outer thigh as 
his hand caressed my boobs through my bra.  Instinctively, his hips thrust into 
me, driving his hardening dick more into me.  I reached down and held his cock 
in my hand, just holding it gently, feeling the warmth of it against my palm. I 
could feel it growing and I knew what I wanted at that moment – to feel it grow 
in my mouth!  I loved being in his arms this way but I knew this might be the 
last chance I had for this tonight so reluctantly, I pulled back from him.

“Something wrong baby?” he asked, a look of concern on his face.

“Oh no daddy, I just want to suck your dick while it’s growing.”

He smiled at that.  I know my dad pretty well and one of the things I know that 
turns him on is for me talk to him about sex.  Even as a teenager he loved me to 
come home and tell him all about what my boyfriends would do to me. God he use 
to get SO hard sometimes listening to me!  When we have sex, he has always loved 
me to tell him what I like and how I feel.  Thus while I could have simply SHOWN 
him what I wanted, telling him first and THEN sucking his cock was a sure turn-
on for him.

He laid over on his back with his hands to his side, his dick fully exposed for 
me.  He was maybe half-way erect but I knew there was no time to lose.  I 
scooted down the bed and then worked my way between his legs so I could look up 
at him, as I sucked his dick.  Putting my hands on each side of his hips, I 
leaned over his crotch and ran my tongue up from the base of his dick just above 
his balls, all the way to the very tip where I took the head of him in my mouth.

“Oh fuck, you look incredible,” he gasped, bunching up a pillow behind his head 
so he could watch me more easily.  I kept my eyes locked on his as I just took 
the head and felt it between my teeth and on my tongue.  Then slowly, ever so 
slowly, I descended down onto his dick.  Never quite stopping but moving as 
slowly as I could to ease him deeper and deeper into my mouth until finally he 
was all the way in.  My chin was resting on his hairy balls as I bent my head 
back so I could still see his eyes looking down at me. He smelled wonderful, a 
musky mix of his sex and natural crotch odor.  There was hint of soap as well, 
probably from the shower he must have taken before picking me up.

Under most circumstance I would have started bobbing on his dick, running my 
tongue over it, and so forth, the usual BJ sort of stuff.  This was not “most 
circumstances”.  I wanted to make this as special for him as I possibly could, 
and for me as well.  There was no rush, nothing to hurry back home to.  So I 
just remained that way, laying on my stomach between his legs, his dick in my 
mouth. My tongue played with him, running over and around his dick as best I 
could.  Meanwhile, he was throbbing in my mouth, his heartbeat pulsing as the 
blood surged into his cock, causing it to slowly but surely grow.  It was like 
someone had a balloon in my mouth and was gently filling it, causing it to swell 
and fill my mouth.   Our eyes would meet at times and then I saw his turn to 
look at my body stretched out between his legs, and then at his dick, at least 
what he could see of it that was not in my mouth.

“Oh fuck, I can’t stand it anymore.... suck it Kelly.... Oh god, suck my dick!” 
he finally groaned as his dick reached a full erection.  Well, I wasn't about to 
argue as it was killing me as well to just stay still while he grew in my mouth 
but at the same time, it was a special memory I knew we would both never forget.

I gave him a few bobs and then ran my lips outside of it up and down, my tongue 
flickering across his shaft as I did.  He was so hard and stiff he was 
practically quivering!  Then I dropped him from my mouth and moved back up 
alongside of him, draping one leg over him, pushing myself up so my crotch was 
pressed against his hip.  I ran my fingers through his dense chest hair 
playfully and then leaned over to kiss him. 

“I want to feel you touch me daddy.... put your hands all over me... touch me 
anywhere you want.”

He smiled and pushed me back over my back as he rolled and resumed his previous 
position with me, except now his stiff dick was poking my bare thigh a LOT more 
than it had before.  He started to lightly drape his fingers my stomach, 
tickling me slightly and then moving the backs of his fingernails over my bare 
torso.  His other hand was behind my head and he bent his arm so he could play 
with my hair as he kissed my neck and ear.

“Your skin feels so soft and smooth,” he whispered into my ear, “I love to touch 
it and feel you.”

I shivered involuntarily as he stoked his fingers through my hair, pulling on it 
ever so slightly and then running his fingertips into my scalp before starting 
another stroked for the length of my hair.

“Did I ever tell you how fucking hot you look as a blonde?” he said, more of a 
rhetorical question I assumed, “How many guys besides your daddy know you’re a 
natural brunette though?”  He chuckled at that, a clear reference to the fact I 
was shaved so any evidence of the dark brown hair that would have naturally 
covered my crotch was gone.  Only a boy who had fucked me early in my teens 
would have known the truth today.  I think my dad got as kick out being one of 
the few guys ever to fuck me when my pussy had hair, even if I DID grow it out 
for a short while just for him.

His back hand reached around and started to trace small lines on my cheek and 
neck while his other hand began to tease my nipples through my bra.  Then he 
reached up a little higher and dipped his fingers inside the bra until they were 
surrounding my hardened nipple.  Then his hand cupped my still-covered boob, 
pulling the bra tightly against my back as it fought against him.

“You know, the bra looks REALLY hot on you but I think it’s served it’s purpose, 
don’t you?” he again asked somewhat rhetorically because he was already reaching 
around me to go for the clasps.  There were only two so it wasn’t all that hard 
to undo and he pulled it off of me and tossed it on the other side of the bed, 
leaving my breasts bared to him.  I loved the way to felt to have them free 
again, the air against them as they awaited my father’s attention.  They didn't 
have to wait long!

“You have the most incredible tits,” he said soothingly as his hand started to 
caress first one, and the then the other.  He put his hand over my entire boob, 
letting the pointed nipple poke between his fingers and then he squeezed it 
gently, pulling up and letting his fingers grip my nipple as he pulled up 
against it gently, then letting it snap back into place.  

“Oh daddy, that feels so good!” I purred as I watched him play with my boobs.  
His other had was still caressing my face and I sucked on his finger as he 
pressed it into my mouth.  We laid there like that for a while, me sucking on 
his finger like a pacifier as he lovingly caressed and massaged my breasts.  It 
was like they were being jolted with electricity as each time he would pinch or 
pull on my nipple, it would tingle like being touched with a battery.   Then 
finally he leaned over and took my right boob in his mouth, his tongue playing 
with my nipple as his mouth slowly closed around my nipple and he grabbed it 
gently between his teeth and tugged on it.

“Oh yes daddy, that’s it.... oh god, I love your mouth on me... bite it daddy, 
oh fuck don't stop!”

He gripped it tighter between his teeth, causing a momentary painful sensation 
but that was overwhelmingly erases with a flood of pleasure that coursed through 
my body.  He kept biting and sucking on one boob while his hand massaged and 
squeezed the other.  I was in heaven!  I felt his hips pressing in tighter to me 
as he instinctively started to hump my leg, almost like the neighbors dog, 
except in this case it was my daddy’s stiff dick rubbing up against me.  I 
sighed as I thought of how it was going to beside me of soon – very soon.

Dad kept suckling on me as his hand left my boob and started to travel slowly 
down my torso, over my stomach, and down to just above my thong.  Then he lifted 
his fingers over the things and reached down between my legs, which I obediently 
spread apart for him.  I thought he as going to touch my pussy but instead his 
hand touched my inner thigh, that warm soft and smooth area which he knew turned 
me on so much to be touched.  Up and down his fingers roamed, the backs of his 
fingernails slowly tracing a path from one knee, just barely to my crotch, and 
then down the other leg to the other knee where it would reverse and take the 
opposite path.   Each time he came to my crotch and I thought I would feel him 
against my pussy, he lifted his hand until he was on the other leg, teasing me 
each time.  I couldn't lay still as my hips started to gyrate slowly under his 
touch.

“You’re pretty fuckin’ horny now, aren’t you baby?” my dad teased me, looking up 
at me from my bosom.  “That cute little pussy craving some attention?”

“Oh daddy... touch me daddy... PLEASE touch me,” I begged, reaching down to grab 
his hands to force them into my crotch but he pushed them away.   I felt his 
fingers press against the fabric of my thong and he started to run his fingers 
up and down my crotch, but outside the thong.  Damn, I KNEW I should have gone 
bare-bottom!  He was using my thong to tease me, I knew it.  My hips rose up to 
meet his touch, my pussy crying for him to be in me.

“Hey hey, you really DO want it, don't you baby,” he chuckled, “You’re just my 
little fuckin’ slut, aren’t you, craving something for that pussy all the time.”

My dad has been calling me “his little” slut since I was fourteen so I didn’t 
take him calling me one now to be anything bad, just the opposite.  The only 
time he called me a slut was when I had done something that really turned him 
on.  Besides, technically he WAS correct.  I’ll readily admit to anyone I’m a 
slut (NOT a whore though) and yes, I DO crave something for my pussy most of the 
time but then what girl doesn’t?  It’s just the degree of desire and what you’re 
willing to do to satisfy the “itch” that differentiates us.

He kept on stroking me outside the thong, driving me nuts - and he knew it.  “I 
bet you wish you hadn’t worn it now, don't you?” he teased me mercilessly.  He 
knew me FAR too well.  Then again, I really was glad I had worn it since he 
liked the way it looked on me and I think he was having a good time teasing me 
now about it. He wasn't without a conscious, though, and he knew it was probably 
starting to get really difficult for me so like a good father, he grabbed them 
by the one side and started to pull them down.  I lifted my butt off the bed to 
make it easier and then he slide them down my legs and up and over my heeled 
feet.  That left me with nothing on now but my heels and smile!  The heels 
required minor surgery to get off so I left them on.  It wasn't something I 
normally did with my dad, but he didn't seem to mind.  I know a lot of men get 
off for some reason having a girl wear her heels while he fucked her so why not 
see how my dad enjoyed it?

FINALLY I felt his hand on my bare crotch!  I was soaking wet so his fingers 
quickly became wet themselves with my pussy juices.  He spread it over my pussy 
and crotch, then ran his finger between my pussy lips, reaching slightly into my 
pussy hole just enough to get wetter and then spread it up to make my clit and 
crotch even messier.  With me all wetted up, he reached down and just cupped my 
entire crotch in his hand, his fingers reaching down to my ass and the palm of 
his hand putting pressure on my clit.  He pulled up against me, lifting me up 
slightly off the bed even and he rubbed his hand against me.  All the while, he 
was STILL sucking on my boobs although I noted his attention was more on my 
pussy now. He let me down and then as he pulled his hand upward, he pressed his 
middle finger into my pussy, and then drove it all the way in.

“Oh daddy, that feels so fucking good!” I sighed, just laying there as my father 
played with me, enjoying the moment and trying to soak it all in.  I had no 
doubt what would be dominating my thoughts while I masturbated for the next few 
weeks!

My dad fucked me with his finger, adding a second one for good measure.  Then he 
put his thumb on my clit, rubbing it as his fingers remained inside of me.  My 
boobs felt like they were on fire as my hungry pussy reacted to his soft touch.

“Oh daddy, don't stop, don't stop daddy!” I begged him loudly this time, “Oh 
daddy, make me cum, I ‘m gonna cum!”

Indeed I was.  My hips lifted up as my orgasm struck, like a tsunami rolling 
over my entire body but instead of waves of water, I was being inundated with 
waves of pure pleasure.  I could hardly breath as I gasped for air, my hands 
flat on the bed, pressing down with all my strength as he relentlessly played 
with my pussy and clit. 

“Oh god, that’s too much, I can’t take it, stop!” I cried out but my dad didn’t 
even hesitate.  I reached down and tried to push his hand away from me before I 
went crazy with pleasure.  If he didn't stop I didn't know what might happen yet 
at the same time, I wanted to find out.  Well, it’s not like I didn't already 
basically know but each time was like an adventure, a little different and 
unique. 

“OH FUCK!” I practically screamed as his thumb remained fixed on my swollen, 
hyper sensitive clit.  He bit down hard on my nipple but the pain only served to 
magnify the pleasure his hand was giving me.  My pussy exploded, literally 
exploded!  A tsunami of my own hushed forward as I came and came HARDER then I 
had in a long, long time.  My body was bucking under him, tossing from side to 
side as I yelled out and said things that now, I have no idea what I was saying.

Eventually it came to an end, leaving me panting and sweating on his bed like 
I’d just finished running a marathon.  I couldn't hardly even move!   Well ,that 
didn’t deter my now ultra-horny father.  He got up and straddled my chest, his 
ass over my boobs as he leaned over my head and supported himself with both 
hands on the headboard.  Then he reached down with one, grabbed his dick, and 
pressed it to my mouth.  I was operating on pure instinct at the moment, doing 
what comes natural to a girl when a man’s dick touches her lips.  I opened and 
accepted his stiff dick as he pressed it into my mouth.  I could still barely 
move but again, my dad didn’t need me to help out. He started to fuck my mouth, 
driving himself in and out as I just laid their, totally spent from the 
incredible orgasm he had just given me.

“God your mouth feels so damn good on me.” he groaned as I tried my best to 
respond and lick his cock as it drove itself in and out without any help from 
me.  I couldn't answer him of course, not with a mouth of cock, but I did my 
best to look up at him.  But as much as he loved fucking my mouth, I knew there 
was another place on my body that he loved to shove his dick inside of even more 
– his daughter’s tight pussy.

He pulled his cock out of my mouth and let it slide across my cheeks and lips as 
he whipped it back and forth across my face.  I assumed he was going to fuck me 
but apparently dear old dad was also into the “make a memory” concept tonight as 
well.  Instead of moving down and shoving his dick into my pussy, as he normally 
would have done about now, he crawled down and this time it was his turn to get 
between my legs!  I reached up to grab a pillow and I lifted my butt up so he 
cold put it under me, making it easier for him to get his face into my wet 
crotch.

“Ohhhhhhhhh  Daddyyyyyyyy!” I moaned as I felt the first touch of his tongue on 
my pussy, quickly working its way to my clit.  He sucked on it gently and then 
grabbed it between his teeth, much the same as he had been doing with my nipples 
just a few minutes before.  “Oh FUCK!” I cried out as his actions initiated 
another orgasm within me.  This one wasn't as insane as the first, but it was 
pleasant enough, to say the least.  As my hands rubbed my boobs while I cam, his 
tongue was all over my crotch, on my clit, over my lips, and even into my pussy 
hole just a bit, at least as far as it would reach.

“I love the taste of your cunt,” he said, taking a fast break to let me know the 
obvious.  He was getting worked up now, as I could tell from him calling my 
pussy a “cunt”.  I really didn't give a damn WHAT he called it, so long as he 
didn't stop playing with it!

He thrust his fingers back into me as he tugged on my clit.  Technically, I 
don't know I I can say I came a third time or if he just rejuvenated the 
previous orgasm as it was wearing down but whatever you all, it, I was off to 
the races yet again. It was insane!  He had his hands under my ass now, 
squeezing each cheek in his large hands as he used his grip to pull me into his 
mouth like I was a watermelon.  I don't know when he even breathed!  All I knew 
was there was one thing I wanted, something more than anything else in the 
entire world at that one special moment.

“FUCK ME DADDY!  OH GOD FUCK ME HARD!” I all but screamed, not caring if the 
neighbors could hear.  Besides, even if they did they would probably figure my 
dad was having some fantasy time with his latest girl.  This was no fantasy, 
though, as my dad was about to do the most wonderful thing he could – fuck me. 

“Oh yes baby, daddy’s gonna fuck you.. don't worry, I'll fuck you now,” he 
murmured to me as he lifted himself from my crotch and moved his body over mine.  
“God am I gonna fuck you!”

My ass was still propped up on a pillow so the easiest thing or him to do a the 
moment was get on top of me and go for it.  Propping himself up on his elbows, I 
felt his dick trying to press into my pussy, poking all around as it tried to 
find the target.  Normally my dad was right on the mark but in this case I think 
he was so worked up he was more like a dog, thrusting wildly as he tried to ram 
his dick into me. I was about to reach in and guide him in when it found its 
target and I felt his pressing his head into me. 

“Slow daddy,” I begged him, “first fuck me slow.”

He couldn't answer me and I wondered if he even heard me.  The look on his face 
was one of absolute lust, almost frightening in it’s intensity.  He was fully 
consumed by his needs, by his ancestral drives, by every basic instinct within 
him.  At that moment you cold have come in the room with a gun and ordered him 
to stop and there was snow way he would respond.  There was something so animal 
like, so pure about him at this moment that I didn't care.  My father was not 
going to just fuck me, he was mating me, taking me as his own, driving his dick 
into me as he prepared to fill me with his sperm. 

So much for a slow fuck!  He rammed his cock into me, almost shoving me off the 
pillow.  His dick was thrust into me to the hilt, his thick pubic hair mashed 
against my smaller, bare crotch.  He immediately began to stroke himself in and 
out of me, like he was out of his mind with desire.  He just grunted and moaned 
as he thrust himself into me. I loved it, every second of it.  I was proud of 
myself, pleased that I was sexy enough to drive my dad into this state, it where 
I was HIS, to where he was taking me for his own and nobody or nothing in the 
world was going to stop him now.

He grunted even louder and I felt him drive himself into me and hold himself 
there, thrusting even more as if he was trying to push it all the way through 
me.  Then he came, his warm seed ejaculating into my welcoming pussy.   This was 
what I had craved, what I wanted more than anything.  My father was cumming in 
me, my own father was cumming in me!  He loved me and desired me so much and 
this was his special way of showing me.  Over and over he thrust himself into 
me, each time shooting another rope of cum into me.   It wasn't quite as much as 
in my recent dream, but it was quite a substantial load.  

Finally he collapsed, falling to the side so as not to crush me as his dick 
slipped out of me.  he was spread-eagle on the bed, his still stiff dick 
glistening in the soft light with the lovely mix of our cum.    I reached over 
and sucked on him, tasting our cum on his dick as I suckled his cock that had 
just moments before been buried inside my own pussy.  God he tasted so good!  I 
felt him dwindling in my mouth as I kept my mouth wrapped around him. As he 
shrank, a few drops of cum would leak out and I gobbled them up like candy, 
playing with his balls softly as I waited for him to regain his senses.

“Damn Kelly, that feels incredible, “ he complimented me.  Actually, I wasn’t 
100% sure if he meant fucking me or sucking his dick now.  I climbed on top of 
him, my boobs mashed to his chest as my pussy ground against this dick.   We 
kissed and if he noticed the taste of his cum on my mouth, he never mentioned 
it.

“I love you daddy,” I whispered as I drew back from his embrace slightly to look 
him in the eyes. 

“Oh baby, I love you so much,” he sighed, his hands planted firmly on my bare 
ass. 

“I want you to fuck me again,” I informed him, giggling like a little girl.

“Sheesh Kelly, I don't know....,” his voice trailed off.  Then he smiled 
slightly and said, “Well, I did take a big one earlier.”

I grinned at him as I knew he was talking about his Viagra, or whatever one he 
was taking now.   I knew he had several dosages and when he said “big one”, that 
must have meant the 100mg ones – and they WERE big, like horse pills.

“Well.... lets see what I can do about it,” I giggled again, feeling like I was 
his little girl once more.  

I turned around, staying on top of him this time as I straddled his face with my 
messy crotch.  I really didn't expect him to lick me, most men seem to be a but 
turned off at just fucking me after another guy had cum in me, let alone eat me 
out – even with their own cum.  I was more interested in his dick anyway.  By 
now it was rather soft and laying over on it’s side, like a forgotten balloon 
left laying around a few days after the party. This time he was getting a proper 
BJ, that was for sure!

His cock felt funny being all soft and tasting like our cum.  It was small and 
easy to suck, though, so I enjoyed myself.  After a while, I wasn't getting much 
of a response, something he was noticing as well.

“Sorry baby, looks like it ain’t happening,” he said, a tone of sadness in his 
voice. 

I twisted around, getting to the side of him so I was facing him and held his 
dick in my hand.  I HAD to get him hard again.  I HAD to have him fuck me again.  
With the help of his purple pill he should be able to physically do it, I just 
needed to proved the right motivation.

“Daddy, do you remember when I jerked you off in the hot tub when I was eight?”

My dad chuckled, “How could I forget?  I thought your mother was going to have 
stroke!.”

“You wanted me to suck you... didn't you daddy?”

“Hell yes, give me a break, what guy wouldn’t have?”

“You know something daddy, I wished I had too.”

He seemed surprised about that from me.  We hadn’t really talked about that time 
much, it was more thing between my mom and me.  Come to think of it, I couldn’t 
remember actually ever telling him that I regretted that my mom hadn't allowed 
me to suck his dick that night.

“Seriously?  You really wanted to?”

“Well, I didn’t even know I COULD then but I’m sure you could have shown me how 
to do it, couldn't you have daddy?”

My dad grinned and then shook his head.  “You have NO idea how many times I’ve 
thought about just that.”

“So tell me now daddy,” I said, bringing up the idea I had to get him hard 
again, “Pretend it’s back then and I’m holding your dick in the hot tub.  
Pretend I’m eight years old again and we’re all alone.  Tell me what you’ve 
always wished you had done daddy... tell me.”

I went back to sucking his dick as my dad laid his head back and sighed, then he 
started to talk to me.  It was SO cool, to suck his dick just as he would have 
“instructed” his little girl so many years before.  I followed his every 
direction, his every correction.  He was getting into it I could tell and his 
cock was as well.  He stopped for a moment and we both smiled at each other as I 
dropped his almost stiff dick from my mouth, both of us happy with the results.

“You’re something else, you know that, don't you?” he said with a grin, his now 
stiff cock ready for me once again. 

“That turned you on to think about me sucking you back then, didn't it?”

“I can’t believe I’ve never told you about it before.  Yes, I loved it.”

Then I grabbed his dick and straddled his waist, moving on top of him.   I gave 
him a naughty look and then hit him with a surprise question.

“So tell me daddy, would you have fucked me then?”

His eyes widened at that and for a moment I could see he as debating thee answer 
– which told me the answer right away but he was too embarrassed at first to 
admit it.

“Hell no, you were too young then for that!”

“But daddy, didn’t you WANT to fuck me then?”

“Oh shit Kelly, this isn’t fair!” as I stroked his dick suggestively, “Hell yes 
I WANTED to but there was no way I would have, even if your mom had said it was 
OK and you know damn well she never would have.”

I was hovering over his dick now, the head just inches away from my horny pussy.  
“But you can do it now daddy.... you can fuck me like that now.  I want you to 
fuck me and think about me as I was back then.”

This was something we had never done before.  Sure we had done fantasies before 
but it was the typical Catholic schoolgirl, French maid, and such sort of 
things.  Never before had we really even talked about him fucking me at any time 
before he actually had, let alone fantasized about it while we were having sex.  
It seemed so wrong yet on the other hand, he seemed to be getting of on it!  He 
had his eyes closed and I wondered what he was thinking about, what image he was 
seeing.  Was it me when I was so little?  How much had he REALLY desired me back 
then.   My mom had told me about how he wanted me to suck his cock and how she 
had to stop him, but she never had even hinted at anything more.

“That’s it... that’s my girl... sit on daddy’s dick... you can do it,” he 
started to say softly, his eyes still closed as his fantasy unfolded.

“You want me to put it INSIDE of me daddy?  It’s so big!” I came back in a high-
pitched version of my little girl voice.  If he was so into it, then I guess I 
would play along.  After all, it had been my idea in the first place.

“Yes Kelly, just sit on it, it will go inside of you when you do, come on baby, 
do it for daddy.”

I was SO turned on!  I reached down and spread myself open with one hand as I 
guided him in with the other.  It wasn't really necessary, as wet as I was and 
after having just been fucked, it wasn't like I was that hard of a target to 
miss anymore!  This time, however, he was going to fuck me at MY pace.  I felt 
the head of his dick pressing against me and so I dropped down just enough to 
let the head slide into me.  Mmmmm, it felt so damn good to have his dick in me 
again!  I wiggled around, rotating my hips around him as I made his cock gyrate 
within me.  With just the head in me, I was stretched out nicely at the entrance 
and it stimulate me even more.

“That’s it baby girl,” he said hoarsely,  “Feel it in you now?”

“Yes daddy, it feels so big in me....so good in me,” I encouraged him.  Slowly I 
bent my knees, letting myself drop slowly onto his dick, rotating my hips as I 
did so he sort of corkscrewed his way into me.  I was playing with clit with one 
had as my other fondled my bare boob and rock hard nipple.  I LOVED it when he 
entered me this way for the “first” time – slowly and erotically. 

“I can feel it in me daddy.... it’s filling me up... I like the way you feel in 
me daddy,”

“Keep going... all the way in you... you can do it Kelly... you can do it for 
your daddy.”

Finally I settled down on his crotch, putting my full weight on him to drive him 
in me as deeply as I could.  For a moment I just sat on his dick, savoring the 
feeling it gave me, looking down at my belly and thinking about how he was 
inside of me.  It was so amazing to see his dick disappear into my pussy, 
knowing he was actually IN me, joined together intimately and lovingly.

“That’s a good girl... you’re such a good girl Kelly... now rock it, rock back 
and forth on daddy’s dick.”

I leaned forward and felt his dick slide out of me as my butt lifted up from his 
crotch. Then I leaned back again, driving him into me once again.  Back and 
forth I went, slowly at first but then gaining speed as I went.

“Oh yeah, fuck your daddy’s dick... oh god your cunt’s so fucking tight, fuck 
your daddy, fuck me!”

I could only imagine what was going through his mind at that moment.  Was he 
really imagining me as I was all those years ago?  Had he really dreamed of 
doing this before?  How many times had he masturbated looking at me when I was 
so young?  And the biggest question – how had mom kept him away from me with so 
much lust in his heart?

I leaned all the way forward until I was down to his chest.  His cock was barely 
in me as he wrapped his arms around me and pressed my boobs against his chest.  
Then he sat up, lifting me with him and driving his dick back in me again.  With 
his arms around me, he turned on his side, spooning me now from behind.  I felt 
his hand under my upper leg as he lifted it up into the air.  His dick felt so 
good inside of me still!  I never wanted it to come out of me!

“You know something Kelly, I want you the way you are now... just the way you 
are now,” he said softly as he started to fuck me from behind.

“I love you daddy!”

He had his arm around me, cradling my boob in his hand as I felt him push 
himself into me, pressing his crotch into my ass to drive his dick into me.  I 
was playing with myself and I could feel myself approach that cliff edge I so 
loved to jump off!

“I’m cumming daddy.... make me cum daddy,” I begged him as yet another orgasm 
struck me.  God, how many times was that tonight?  I didn’t care, the only one 
that mattered was the one I was having then.  I could feel my pussy clamping 
down on his dick, gripping it like it didn't want him to escape.  Of course, he 
had no thoughts about pulling out of me but tell that to my pussy!

My orgasm must have set home of once again As I heard him groan almost as if he 
was in pain.  He seemed to be trying to hold it back, to make it last longer or 
more intense, I wasn’t sure.  Then suddenly he gasped and again, I felt my 
father cumming in me.  It was even more special this time.  The first time was 
just raw sex, me satisfying his physical needs.  This time it was my daddy 
cumming in me, the man who loved me as his daughter, not some animal fucking a 
woman.

“I’m cumming in you,” he whispered as he jerked slightly, and then again, “I 
love you so much Kelly.”

It was hard to talk at the moment, given the sensation of his dick exploding in 
me just served to revive my orgasm, which has just started to dwindle but now 
had new life. It didn’t matter, he could tell from the way my pussy was grabbing 
him that I was loving every moment of it, every drop of cum. 

We just laid their, father and daughter naked in bed after just having the most 
wonderful evening imaginable.  He left his dick in me as long as he could but 
with him behind me the ay he was, as it diminished it pulled from me and 
eventually it was too soft to keep in me.  By then it didn’t matter to me as I 
was sound asleep in his arms, safe and secure in a way I could only feel in the 
arms of my father. 

Have I ever mentioned I love my dad?

THE END

  
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