Subject:     An Evening With My Dad
Story Codes: MF oral F-solo incest father daughter
Diary Date:  August 1, 2009
Author:      Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>

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Summary
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Suddenly one day I realized it had been quite a while since I’d spent 
some really good “quality time” with my dad.  Well... that shouldn’t be 
so hard to remedy!

Table of Contents
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   Chapter 1 – Been So Long
   Chapter 2 – Out on the Deck
   Chapter 3 – Watching TV
   Chapter 4 – Satisfying My Dad
   Chapter 5 – The Morning After	
   Postscript


Chapter 1 – Been So Long
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I was lying in bed on night, just thinking random thoughts, when it 
occurred to me that it had been almost a month since my dad had fucked 
me.  Granted there had been a few quickies before church but those are so 
short and quick they don’t really count.  The last couple of times he had 
fucked me had been with other people involved, including when our friend 
Tammy visited and then there was the time before that with my aunt and 
cousin on the 4th of July.

Thus when it came to just me satisfying him as his daughter, it had been 
ages!  It came as sort of a shock to me now that I was actually thinking 
about it.  Since I was sixteen and he had first had sex with me I 
couldn’t remember a period when we’d gone this long without doing it 
unless I was away at school or something.

In a way, I guess our “dry spell” wasn’t ALL that bad when considered 
from his perspective.  Since he and my Aunt Linda had gotten closer, 
they’d been like two teenagers in heat.  I think for both of them it was 
sort of a release to have each other.  It wasn't like they hadn’t been 
doing it for almost twenty years now, just that now it was different.

Now it was just the two of them and even Kristi and I weren’t included 
for the most part, at least not that I knew about so far as Kristi goes 
but then you never know about her sometimes.  There was never going to be 
anything more between them like marriage, both of them was carrying too 
much baggage for that to happen, but it was nice to see how happy they 
both were these days when they were together.

As for me, it wasn't like I was a nun or anything just because my dad 
wasn't doing me more regularly.  In fact, I’d never depended on my dad to 
satisfy my sexual needs, nor would I have ever wanted to.  Like most 
girls, I’ve never had to worry about getting laid when I really wanted it 
although at times it required “lowering the bar” a bit depending on how 
anxious I was for it at the time.  When I first offered myself to my dad 
it had nothing to do with being horny or needing someone to fuck me.  It 
was then, as it always has been, more about submitting myself to my dad 
as I have learned that a daughter should to her father.

Now don't get me started on the difference between loving submission and 
anything kinky, I wrote an entire article on it that’s posted on my 
website if you’re interested.  Suffice to say I love to please my father 
and I trust him more than I have any other man.  From the first time I 
saw my parents making love, I knew I wanted a closer relationship with my 
father that was only possible through sex.  Of course it was not the same 
sex as he had with my mother – and I would never even want to think I was 
his “lover” or anything weird like that.  It’s just that when him inside 
of me, and I feel him moving in me and then cumming me, it is then I feel 
closest to my dad, in a way I could never be with him otherwise.

As you can imagine, I was a bit torn and confused as I thought more about 
this “revelation” I was having.  What was I really concerned about?  What 
were my true feelings?  Was I becoming jealous of my Aunt Linda for all 
the time she was spending with my dad – at the expense of him spending it 
with me?  If my true concern was for the happiness and well-being of my 
father, shouldn’t I be pleased that he was finding satisfaction with a 
woman he had loved and fucked for most of his life?

Of course I’d never been jealous of my mother – she was his wife after 
all and he SHOULD enjoy being with her.  She had often told me that it 
never bothered her for him to have sex with me as I was his daughter and 
it pleased her if anything to see the two of us being so close.  Although 
she didn’t say a lot about it, I knew it also got her off watching the 
two of us together as she would usually masturbate while she watched.

Then came my Uncle Paul and his startling tales of having sex with my mom 
for so many years without anyone knowing about it, not even my dad.  He 
even claimed that she went to him when she needed sex because my dad was 
more interested in me at the time.  I still didn’t know whether to 
believe that last part or not.  Was it just Uncle Paul trying to make me 
believe things about my mother to rationalize what they’d done?

I so wished I could ask her for her side of the story.  How often had 
they really done it?  When did it start between them and how?  Was she 
really feeling left out because of all the time my dad was spending with 
me?  I just couldn't believe that to be honest.  She wouldn't have lied 
to me all these years about how she was happy for me to be with my dad.  
Then again, the more I started to parse her words, being happy seeing my 
dad fucking me didn’t mean she wasn't feeling left out herself.  Was she 
only telling me half the story?

While I was confused about my mother keeping such a secret for my dad, it 
really was no different than what I was doing myself.  I hadn’t told my 
dad about his older brother fucking me that day, nor the last time just a 
few days ago, and I sincerely doubted that he had even the slightest 
inkling that anything like that was going on between me and my uncle.  
Was I now carrying on the same as my mother had done?  Maybe when she 
didn’t tell him immediately it just got harder and harder the more they 
did it until finally she just resolved never to tell her husband.  
Technically it wasn’t adultery – THAT I could have never believed my 
mother being capable of.  Even though they were related through marriage, 
making sex between them permissible, emotionally it almost like it just 
that.

Since I wasn't married it didn't matter who I had sex with so far as 
sinning was concerned and even if I HAD been married, I still would’ve 
been “OK” with the concept of fucking Uncle Paul since he WAS my uncle.  
Still, if I HAD been married I would want my husband to know about it 
since hiding it from him would make it seem like there was something 
wrong about it or something I was ashamed to admit.  So why hadn’t my 
mother told my dad?

I tossed and turned in my bed, my thought getting more and more jumbled 
up inside my head.  What if she HAD told my dad?  There was no reason he 
needed to tell me about it, especially since he didn't think I was having 
sex with Uncle Paul.  What if my uncle had been bluffing, maybe to try 
and keep me from telling my dad about what we had done?  Yet if he had 
been fucking his brother’s wife with his knowledge, why would he think 
that it would be any more of a concern for his brother to know he’d 
fucked his only daughter?

So many thoughts... so many options.  Now I started to wonder if maybe 
Uncle Paul was fucking his own daughters as well.  Maybe THAT is why he 
didn’t want my dad to know he had fucked me, perhaps worried that now he 
would have to deal with my dad doing his daughters.  Being they were both 
married it would make it more complicated but I’m sure something could be 
worked out.  Both of them had big boobs – something that always drew the 
attention of my dad, and he had in fact confided in me over the years 
that he would have loved to have fucked them both.  However, knowing his 
brother wasn't involved in incest made that pretty well impossible – but 
WAS he so not involved?  There had never been the slightest hint but at 
the same time, I doubted anyone in our family that wasn't already 
included know that my dad was fucking me so maybe it was the same with 
Uncle Paul and my cousins.

It wasn't just my dad that had lusted for my cousins.  If I was honest 
with myself I knew that I wouldn't have minded having some cousin “fun” 
as well.  Except for a few brief moments at a bachelorette party years 
ago, I’d never seen either of them behave slutty.  Ginny, with her new 
boobs, loved to wear outfits that showed them off but it was more her 
pride and vanity than trying to come on to anyone.  Laura’s boobs were 
not bad either, and all natural at that, but that was partly due to her 
being a bit overweight.  If she ever dropped the extra twenty pounds it 
would be interesting to see how her boobs would shrink along with the 
rest of her.

Thinking about Laura and Ginny started to distract me from the other 
thoughts that had been swirling inside my head.  Images of them in their 
bikinis at my uncle’s pool earlier in the summer came to mind.  They 
weren't terribly revealing, nothing like I preferred to wear, but they 
still showed off their bodies nicely.  I know my dad was certainly 
pleased with how they looked and I saw both of my uncles stealing a few 
glances as well.  I could only imagine the nasty thoughts my Uncle Jim 
was having – he was such an asshole.  It was more what my Uncle Paul was 
thinking about his own daughters that I now was wondering about.

With my eyes closed, I lay flat on my back with one hand now reaching 
between my thighs as I felt myself starting to react to the idea of Uncle 
Paul fucking both of his daughters at the same time.  They’d gone back 
into the house to change and after seeing him slipping away shortly 
afterwards, I dreamed I’d followed him as well.  They were all gathered 
in one of the spare bedrooms and I could hear them talking inside when I 
pressed my ear to the door.

God I was feeling so horny, and even more as I started to masturbate, 
thinking about the sounds of my uncle as he fucked his two hot daughters.  
My pussy was already pretty wet from all the other thoughts I’d been 
having so it wasn't like I had to get myself started or anything – I was 
ready to go!

In my dream the door to the bedroom hadn’t been closed tightly and as I 
leaned against it to listen more I felt it push inward just a bit.  
Through the crack in the door I saw both of my cousins, kneeling before 
their father, sharing his cock as they each took turns sucking on it.  
All three of them were naked and I marveled at the incredible boobs they 
both had.  Seeing them both sucking their dad, it made me think for a 
moment about what it would have been like to have a sister when I was 
growing up.  My pussy tingled as my finger circled my sensitive wet clit, 
images of my mythical sister sharing my dad’s cock with me making me all 
the more horny.  God I suddenly felt so damn horny!

It felt so good to touch myself as my fantasy about my uncle and cousins 
played out in my head.  Indeed, I LOVED to masturbate any time and when I 
was as horny as I felt now, it was all the better.  Some girls try to 
tell me they don't masturbate, or at least don't do it very often and I 
just have to wonder how that could be true.  I can’t imagine going even a 
day without doing it at least once, preferably more.  For me it’s not a 
substitute for sex, it’s more like an enhancement.  I often masturbate 
even after having just been fucked, especially if the guy isn’t too 
attentive afterwards.  What can I say, I just LOVE doing it.

Even better is when someone watches me.  It is so erotic to see a guy 
getting all hard and horny as he watches me playing with myself in front 
of him.  What really gets me going is if he is confident enough in 
himself to pull out his stiff dick and jerk off while he watches me 
masturbate.  Seeing his dick so nice and hard, watching his eyes glaze 
over as he lusts for me but yet can only watch me, seeing him cumming all 
over himself knowing he is thinking about doing so many things to me, all 
of it just makes me cum all the harder as I masturbate myself.

God, imagine if Uncle Paul was really fucking the two of them.  When did 
it start?  My mom and her sister had both been taken by their dad within 
days of reach other, my mom being fourteen and my Aunt Linda only twelve.  
Had Uncle Paul fucked his daughters when they were teenagers or was it 
something relatively new?  Of course, that assumed he fucks them period 
but hey, it was my fantasy and anything can happen in a fantasy.

I was rubbing clit faster now while at the same time my fingers were 
toying with my erect nipples, pinching them and pulling on them.  I liked 
to play with my boobs, maybe not quite the same as I did my pussy but 
they were always enjoyable to touch.  If I leaned me head over as far as 
I could I could just get the nipple in my mouth and it made me shiver to 
feel myself suck on my own boob.

Mmmmmmm, now if only I could lick my own clit I’d be in heaven!

I could feel myself about to cum as I imagined my uncle fucking the two 
of them, both of them on all fours in front of him as he would fuck one 
and then move over to the other.  It was like a lottery – which one would 
he cum in?  Back and forth he would go, a few strokes in and out of one 
and then moving over to the other and fucking her.  They both kissed as 
their horny dad fucked them.

God it felt so damn good!

My efforts were finally rewarded as suddenly it was like someone dropped 
an electrical cord on me and my entire body went stiff as I plunged my 
fingers deep into my pussy, moving my other hand form my boobs to my 
clit.  All I did was push on it with two fingers, not even moving them 
around as I just put more pressure on my simmering clit.  I couldn't keep 
my finger inside of me anymore, it was just too hard to reach down like 
that when I wanted to just straighten out as flat as I could and then 
curl up in a ball and then onto my back again. 

All I could imagine was how good it felt when Uncle Paul had last fucked 
me and how much I wanted my dad to do me now.  Even though they were 
brothers they each fulfilled something different in me.  As my pussy 
spasmed and I moaned into the silence of my bedroom, I remembered the 
lustful fucking from my uncle and then the closeness I would feel when my 
father was in me.  One came in me out of sheer lust while the other gave 
me his cum like a gift.  One just wanted to fuck me like a slut, the 
other as his loving daughter.  Yet the thought of both of them fucking me 
was exhilarating as my orgasm stretched on.

As I felt myself begin to calm, I started toying with my pussy a little 
more again.  A little shriek escaped my lips as I involuntarily jerked at 
the touch of my fingers against my ultra-sensitive clit.  God it so 
touchy!  Someone could have just breathed softly against it when it was 
like this and made me cum again.  How at this moment I would have loved 
to feel the touch of a tongue against my pussy now, their hot breath over 
my clit, the feel of their lips kissing my pussy. 

For what seemed to be the longest time I just laid there, not really 
concentrating on anything but the feelings between my legs that rippled 
through me like a summer breeze over a field of wheat.

Did I ever mention that I LOVE to masturbate?


Chapter 2 – Out on the Deck
===========================

The next morning I woke up and the first thing I noticed was the bed was 
still wet under my butt.  As the morning cobwebs disappeared I remembered 
how good it had felt the night before to play with myself.  I must have 
fallen asleep and slept the night though afterwards.  Damn, from as wet 
as the sheets were I must have really cum hard!

Getting out of bed, I grabbed a short terry robe and headed for the 
bathroom.  Usually I prefer to stay in bed until I get myself off – a 
nice way to start the day if you ask me.  For some reason, though, this 
morning I had to pee really bad so the first thing I did was appease 
Mother Nature.  THEN I dropped the robe at the side of my bed and 
returned to take care of business! 

If there is one thing I almost never miss, it’s my morning time with me.  
Actually, you could say it’s just making sure the rest of the day goes 
well as when I DO skip it, it’s like the rest of the day all I can think 
about it doing it!  Well, I still think a lot about it during the day 
anyway but you know what I mean... I hope.

It was Saturday and I didn’t have much else planned so I figured why not 
spend the day at my dad’s house?  The day promised to be nice and it had 
been a while since I’d spent an afternoon lounging on the deck, not doing 
much of anything but being lazy for the day.  Besides, my dad always 
seemed to appreciate it when I wore his favorite bikini – and even more 
so when I wasn’t!  After last night’s events I figured it was time for us 
to spend some time together anyway so what better way to do it than to 
lounge around in front of him all but naked (OK, so maybe naked too).

For a moment I considered inviting Kristi over to join me before I 
remembered she had told me earlier she had some big event planned for the 
weekend.  Something about some conference or convention or something and 
she was going to be booked for the entire weekend.  I sort of got the 
idea from her that I could have joined in if I had wanted to but it 
sounded a little too far “out there” for me.

Then I thought of maybe trying to get Tammy, my youngest cousin, to stop 
by.  She was sixteen now, still hot as hell but she’d grown up a lot in 
the past two years since my dad had first fucked her.  Indeed, she looked 
older than her age now and while I knew it still got my dad off to see 
her, he hadn’t had an opportunity to be with her in a long time now.  
It’s not that easy to find an excuse for an uncle to be alone with his 
teenage niece, at least not long enough and alone enough to fuck her.  I 
called her cell phone only to find out she was also busy with some 
friends for the day.  Oh well, I guess it was just me and dad – only he 
didn’t know it yet!

As I tried to plan out my dad, it occurred to me that my aunt might be 
over and that would mess up everything.  My Aunt Linda is pretty hot for 
now being in her forties and while we had played around a bit in the 
past, typically it was because Kristi was involved as well.  Since she 
and my dad had been going at it, I’d never been included with them.  It 
wasn't like I had asked and been turned down, just that the offer was 
never made so I didn’t push it.  I’m sure nobody would tell me to go home 
if she WAS there today but at the same time I knew they would be waiting 
for me to leave so they could get back in bed and that was an awkward 
situation I preferred to avoid so I called my aunt.  Fortunately she was 
home and not out showing a house or anything so she could talk to me in 
private.  I explained to her my plans for the day, leaving out most of 
the concerns I had about her and my dad of course.

My aunt, unlike her airhead daughter (sorry Kristi, I love you but I have 
to be honest) was pretty bright.  It wasn't just her “talents” in bed 
that made her a tope Realtor, she was one of the sharpest ones out there 
as well.  She quickly picked up on where I was going and assured me that 
she had plenty of things to do today and she would tell my dad she was 
booked with showings if he asked about her.  I loved my Aunt Linda, 
especially at times like this when she could be so wonderful and 
understanding.

After lunch I gathered some things and headed over to my dad’s.  I was 
surprised when he wasn't home, especially since my aunt hadn’t mentioned 
anything about him going anywhere.  He probably just went to the store or 
something.  I just hoped it wasn't a trip to the office since it seemed 
once he got sucked into there, it could be the entire day before he 
escaped.

Making my way out onto the deck, I squinted up at the sun which was now 
overhead and felt warm on my face.  Yep, a great day for laying out, that 
was for sure.  As I changed into my bikini, I looked around the deck and 
it was a wave of nostalgia surged over me.  God, how many times had I 
been out here and think of all the things I’d done.

There was the hot tub where our family had spent so much time as I was 
growing up.  It was the one time that we all were nude together on a 
regular basis as we never wore suits, at least not that I can remember.  
As a child it taught me that nudity, while not something we openly 
flaunted, was perfectly acceptable in the right circumstances.  Why 
should a family worry about covering up in the privacy of their own hot 
tub anyway?  Besides, the deck had a privacy fence all around it which 
was really unnecessary most of the time as the deck was atop out garage, 
making it all but impossible to see into without a fence except for the 
one neighbor to the side that was uphill but they were never around.  
Then there were the neighbors behind us but they would have needed a 
telescope to see anything.

Wow, how many boyfriends had I shocked by inviting them into the hot tub 
and then stripping off my bikini for them – when my parents were inside 
and supposedly had no idea what was going on?  How many of them had I 
eventually sucked or even fucked, despite their trepidations about being 
caught.  Of course I knew my parents would never embarrass me that way by 
barging in unannounced but the boys certainly didn't know that!

It wasn't just boys that I shared the hot tub with.  There were the 
slumber parties, the birthday parties and just getting together with 
friends.  Some of my friends were too embarrassed to strip down in front 
of the other girls but for the most part, they usually did sooner or 
later.  Except for those times when it was just a close friend or two, we 
didn’t do anything sexual with each other besides teasing and such, but 
there had been those times when we would masturbate together, no 
different than we did when we gathered together in someone’s bedroom or 
even a cabin at church camp.

Perhaps my fondest memory of the hot tub was a time when I wasn’t even in 
it – or on the deck even for that matter.  I was just sixteen, returning 
home earlier than planned from a party, and in the dark of my room I was 
able to down to the deck where my dad was fucking my mom.  Although I’d 
seen them both nude, we’d all masturbated in front of one another, and 
they knew I’d been having sex for two years already, they still never 
made love in front of me until now – and this time only because they 
didn’t know that I was watching.  Indeed, had I not stumbled upon them I 
may have never realized what I was missing with my parents.  Everything 
I’d done with my mom and dad since then was really due to seeing them 
that night making love like I’d never seen two people do it before.

Of course, once I got started with my dad, the deck became a lot busier 
as it was one of his favorite places to fuck me.  It was even the site 
for the first time I had sex with my cousin – and watched my dad fuck her 
as well.  The deck was where my mom first had sex with her nephew (after 
I had him there first).  Indeed, if there was one room or location in the 
house with the most “first” associated with it, it was the deck.

I’d brought my smallest bikini, the one that my dad referred to as 
“Kelly’s slut bikini”.  Indeed, it was hard to even classify it as 
clothing.  The whole thing could ball up in my hand and was really 
nothing more than a few strings with triangular patches of cloth to cover 
my nipples and pussy.  Had I not been completely shaved, no amount of 
trimming would have kept anything from showing.  The so-called top was 
more like a pair of pasties tied together with strings around my neck and 
back.  It was not one that I would have dared to wear anywhere public, no 
matter how liberal the people who were there.  For all practical purposes 
I was naked.  Still, it left me with small tan marks which I prefer. 

An all-over tan sends a message – this girl tans in the nude which means 
she flaunts her nudity to everyone and anyone.  Not exactly a turn-in for 
any guy with emotional or possessive feelings.  The small tans marks 
tells people that while I may not wear much, I DO cover up the essentials 
in front of most people meaning that whoever is seeing the tan marks is 
seeing parts of me most people don't – something that seems to run on 
guys more than full nudity.

I positioned the chaise lounge so the sun would shine up from behind me 
to get those hard to tan places like between my upper thighs as I spread 
my legs wide.  The sun felt so warm and good on my exposed skin.  By this 
time of summer I had a pretty good tan so I didn't need much sunscreen, 
just enough to keep the cancer away as they say.  I dangled my feet off 
the edges of the lounge chair, my crotch exposed unabashedly but there 
was nobody there to see me anyway so what did it matter?

The temptation to masturbate, always in the back of my mind in any case 
and especially now given where I was and how I was dressed, was beginning 
to grow in me.  I had no idea when my dad would be back, though, and I 
wanted to surprise him just as I was, not overdoing things like having my 
hand between my legs with a finger up my slit or anything like that.  
Besides, if things went as I hoped later today, I would be having plenty 
of opportunities to masturbate... and more.

I must have dozed off or something because suddenly I felt something cool 
pressing against my back.  I opened my eyes to see my dad leaning over 
me.  With the sun having been beating down on me, his hand actually felt 
cool as he rubbed me slowly along my shoulders.

“Well, this is a surprise,” he chuckled, “Can’t say I was expecting to 
see you out here.  Good thing I looked out the window, I guess I didn’t 
notice your car on the street.”

“Hi Daddy!” I greeted him with a grin and a hug like I was a little 
schoolgirl again.

Indeed, I think no matter how old I am I will always consider myself my 
daddy’s little girl – and he the same for me I think.

“Like my bikini?”

My dad smiled and just shook his head and grinned saying, “What’s the 
matter... couldn’t find one with any LESS material?”

“Oh daddy!” I teased him, moving my shoulders back and forth to wiggle my 
boobs for him.

“So to what do I owe this honor?” he asked, pulling up a chair next to me 
and taking a seat.

“Why?  Can’t a girl just want to stop by her dad’s house without having 
an ulterior motives?” I asked, pretending to be hurt.

“Any other girl... sure, but you’re not just any other girl,” he 
responded, the smile never leaving his face.

“Well, how about I wanted to suck my dad’s dick?”

This time my dad’s grin grew even broader as she laughed and replied, 
“Now THAT I would believe!”

We both laughed and then there was as silence for moment as we just 
grinned at each other.  Finally I couldn't take it anymore.

“Soooooo, are you gonna pull it out for me or do I have to do all the 
work?”

It was like old times again.  Gosh, when was the last time I’d been so 
direct with him?  How had we allowed ourselves to drift apart so far?  
He’d always loved it when I was direct with him and pretended it was all 
because of me that we fucked, even when he knew it was because of HIM 
that we actually did.  He loved to call me his “little slut” and the 
dirtier I talked to him, the more up- front I was about sex, the more he 
seemed to like it.

“Alright, alright, hold your horses!” he came back, standing up to make 
it easier to undo his pants.

Meantime I twisted around so I was sitting on the edge of the lounge 
chair.  It was lower than the chair he’d been sitting on and I knew from 
past experience it put me at just the perfect height relative to his 
waist, It was only a few seconds before his pants were off and I saw his 
thick bushy pubic hair between his legs, his semi-hard cock now emerging 
from it.

“And what about you?” he pointed out, his fingers snapping the string 
behind my neck for emphasis.

It only took a few tugs and the bikini fell off of me easily, leaving me 
completely naked in front of my father.  He sat back down on the edge of 
the chair, pulling it up close so his legs were on either side of mine, 
bringing his now growing dick within my reach.

For just a moment I couldn't help but remember again about how many 
memories I had of being in this or a similar position on this very same 
deck with my dad.  God, how many times had I sucked his dick over the 
years?  How many times had he fucked me with it?  Somehow the thought 
occurred to me about how many time he COULD have fucked me if I had only 
offered myself to him sooner.

What if my mom hadn’t stopped him back when I was eight and I touched his 
dick for the first time?  He had cum all over me back then and I know 
today that he had wanted me to suck him back into an erection again but 
my mom had stopped him and it was another eight years before we did 
anything.  Was that eight years lost?  Eight years I could have sucked 
his cock and pleased him?  Eight years I could have been learning more 
and more about sucking dick instead of waiting until I was fourteen and 
then doing my boyfriend instead of my dad?

All these thoughts somehow went through my head in a just a few seconds 
as I reached out and grabbed my dad’s wonderful dick.  Sure, it may not 
be the biggest one I’d ever sucked, he might not cum the most and he 
isn’t even the greatest lover I’ve ever had,  However, no matter what it 
was still my FATHER’S dick and that made it something special, something 
no other man could claim.  For him to offer it to me now was special, not 
something most girls would ever experience in their loves to be sure.

How many daughters would ever get to feel their dad’s hand around their 
father’s dick the way I felt my dad’s right now?  How many girls could 
saw they have ever felt as excited as I did now, knowing my dad couldn't 
wait for me to suck his cock?  How many girls got to hear their father’s 
true feeling about them, the feelings most fathers have about their 
daughters but so few ever express to them.

I leaned forward and took my dad’s dick in my mouth, my mind still trying 
to cope with thoughts about how lucky I was to have this opportunity to 
taste my own father’s cock like this.  I heard him groan as more and more 
of him disappeared into my mouth until my face was plastered up tight 
against his dense pubic hair.  He smelled so musky, so manly, so sexy.  I 
could actually feel his dick as it grew in my mouth, becoming longer and 
thicker with each passing second.  My heart was ready to burst as I knew 
it was ME that was causing this reaction.

What made it all the better was it was his natural reaction to me, 
nothing made up or exaggerated.  He couldn't fake what was happening to 
him.  It was only his desire for me, his lust for me, that could cause 
his dick to grow bigger and bigger as I sucked on it with my mouth.  A 
man can SAY a lot of things but his dick never lies.

“God that feel so good Kelly,” he groaned as I worked on his cock.

I loved it when he talked to me while I was blowing him.  It made me feel 
good inside not only as his daughter, but as a woman to hear him express 
his deepest feelings and how he felt physically while I was sucking his 
cock.  When your own father sees you as a sexual and desirable woman, 
what does that tell you?

I used one hand to grip his dick by the base to steady it as I worked on 
him with my lips and tongue.  With the other hand I carefully cupped his 
hairy balls, rolling them gently like giant dice between my fingers.  He 
had his hands on top of my head now, pulling me tighter and tighter into 
his crotch as his hips began to thrust automatically in sync with me.

“Lay back, I need to fuck you so damn bad right now,” he gasped after I 
sucked especially hard on the head of his dick.

He certainly didn't have to ask me twice; indeed, it was music to my 
ears.  I allowed his now fully erect dick flop from my mouth with an 
exaggerated sucking sound.  I started to lay back but hesitated as I was 
unsure of how he planned to fuck me.  I knew he loved the good-old 
missionary position but I wasn't sure the cheap chair would support us 
both, especially if he started to pound me with any gusto.

“Lay on your side facing me... that’s it..  lift your leg...,” he 
instructed me.

He had put the cushion from the chair on the deck and was kneeling on it, 
lining his dick up with my pussy as he scooted up closer.  It was a 
little awkward but he was “motivated” as I like to say.  Helping to hold 
my upper leg up and over his shoulder, he pressed into me and I felt the 
tip of his dick as it lined up with my pussy hole.

“Fuck me daddy... I want to feel your dick in my cunt... fuck me!” I 
encouraged him.  

“That’s it, right there!” I told him as I felt the tip of his dick begin 
to press into my wet pussy hole.

“Oh daddy!  Fuck me!” I cried out as he pushed his incestuous dick into 
my welcoming pussy without another word.

We were right out in the middle of the deck, the warm summer sun shining 
down on us as my dad began to fuck me.  I only wished my mother could be 
here to watch, to see her husband and watch his dick disappear inside her 
daughter.  I looked down and all I could see was his heavy growth of 
curly stiff hair as it tickled my bare pussy.  His dick was all the way 
in me now and I could just make out the base of it as the rest 
disappeared into my pussy.

“Feels so good... feels so good,” he just repeated softly over and over 
as he started to stroke himself in and out of me slowly.

I loved looking down and seeing my dad’s dick sliding in and out of me, 
his wet shaft sparkling in the sunlight like a diamond with that coating 
of pussy juices that I was giving him.

Then I looked up and saw his face.  He had his eyes closed, his mouth 
barely open as he breathed heavily while he rhythmically fucked me.  His 
neck was bent back slightly so the sun was directly on his face, small 
rivulets of sweat starting to form on his brow and neck.  He seemed so 
happy, so content.  It was obvious he was doing something that was 
satisfying him totally, just as I had hoped it would.

It made me feel so good, like my heart was ready to burst with joy at 
seeing the pleasure I was able to give to him.  I loved the way it felt 
to have him moving in me, to feel his strong grip on my thigh as he kept 
my leg up high to let him more easily push his crotch into mine.  Most of 
all I just loved being his, whatever it was he wanted of me.  It made me 
feel so secure, so completely free as for these few moments I had nothing 
in the world to worry about, nothing to care or think about except what 
my father was doing to me.  It was all about what HE wanted, not what I 
wanted.  It was all about pleasing HIM, not me.  I didn't have to make 
any decision, any choices, my father was in total control.  All I had to 
do was lay back and enjoy it, to be my father’s loving daughter in every 
way I could.

“Lean over the tub baby,” he instructed me as he pulled out and my leg 
drop back down again finally.

I knew what he wanted as after all, this wasn't our first time by any 
means.  Actually, I doubt there was much he could do to me now we hadn’t 
done at least once before!

“God I’ve always loved your ass,” I heard him sigh as I felt his hands on 
me, one on each cheek as he spread them apart while letting his dick 
slide up between them.

It was almost like a tittie fuck except he was using my ass cheeks 
instead of my boobs.  He had started this way back when my boobs were 
barely a handful, let alone big enough to let him slide his dick between 
them.  One thing I loved about the way he did it though, was that I knew 
I never had to worry about him “accidentally” trying to fuck my ass.  
Don’t get me wrong, my dad didn't mind fucking a girl in the ass – just 
ask my relatives, but he knew how I felt about it and because he loved me 
so much, I knew I could trust him to never take advantage of my 
submission to him.  That element of trust is what separates true loving 
submission from something kinky or just perverted.

Eventually he allowed his dick to slide down lower and when it was just 
in the right spot he lunged forward and shoved it deep into my pussy.  I 
can’t even begin to describe the sensation it creates in me when my pussy 
goes from being totally empty to suddenly filled with a hard dick in one 
fast motion like that.  What I CAN say is I loved it, like something had 
suddenly burst inside of me and filled me up full.

Most of the time I prefer a guy to enter me slowly, to let me savor the 
expansion of him inside of me, to feel his shaft sliding slowly into me, 
stimulating me as each inch of him enters me.  Yet there were times like 
this when it was just as good, when I went from zero to full throttle 
instantly as his dick slams into me as deep as he can force it in an 
instant.

“Oh god daddy, that feel so good... fuck me more daddy... fuck me good!” 
I encouraged him.

Yeah, like he needed any encouragement to fuck his own daughter.  Still, 
I’m sure he appreciated me telling him anyway and I enjoyed talking to 
him this way when we were having sex.  When we were alone together not 
doing sex, it wasn't like this at all.  We were more “normal” I guess you 
could but how could I act “normal” when my dad’s dick was in my pussy?

“Cum in me daddy, I want your cum deep inside of me?” I gasped as the 
tell-tale signs of his impending orgasm emerged.

Fuck enough guys and it’s pretty easy to tell when he’s going to cum.  
Sure, there are times when my dad can still surprise me but usually it’s 
because he’s distracted me in some way so I wasn't paying attention at 
the critical moment.

“Here it comes baby... all for my girl!” he exclaimed as I felt his hands 
grip my hips so hard I thought he would bruise them.

His crotch slammed into my bare ass as he lunged forward as his dick 
spewed the first of his incestuous loads of sperm into me.  

“All for you baby... all for you!” 

Tell me what could be more thrilling for a girl than to feel her own 
father releasing himself inside of her?  What could possibly bring a 
father and daughter closer together than for him to mate her, shooting 
his sperm deep in her pussy?  What could ever make me feel better than to 
feel my own father cumming me, the man I have loved and trusted all my 
life?  What could please me more than to know his true desires for me, 
his sexual lust for me, was so great that he achieved an orgasm while 
having sex with me?

What indeed!


Chapter 3 – Watching TV
=======================

After my dad had fucked me he’d gone back in the house to clean up while 
I managed to catch a few more rays before coming in myself.  He asked me 
to order out a pizza so thankfully I didn't have to worry about fixing 
any dinner.  If only I could live on cum along – I hate cooking!

I’d gone upstairs and “borrowed” one of his dress shirts from his closet 
to wear around the house.  It was pure white and still fairly new so it 
was a little stiff yet.  I rolled up the sleeves as they hung down way 
past my fingertips otherwise and buttoned the lower half of the shirt to 
keep it in place.  I might not have bothered with buttoning any of them 
but the pizza guy was going to be here soon and I couldn’t very well 
answer the door half naked.  Granted, there WERE some interesting 
possibilities in that scenario and had the circumstances been different 
then who knows what I might’ve done.  Tonight, though, was for my dad so 
the pizza guy would just have to be happy with an old-fashioned tip – 
money.

Sure enough, the doorbell soon rang and since my dad was in the basement 
watching TV I answered it and to my surprise, the pizza GUY was a pizza 
GIRL!  She looked to be maybe in her later teens or so, quite stunning 
actually.  I imagined she got quite the tips.  We both looked at each 
other and I wasn't sure who was more surprised than the other.  She was 
wearing a shirt much too tight for her but which showed off her bust to 
the max while I was standing there in nothing but a half-buttoned man’s 
shirt.  For a moment we both just stared at the other in an awkward 
silence until we each broke out laughing together.

“You’re not quite who I was expecting,” I giggled.

“Well, I can SEE that but then, you’re not quite who I was expecting 
either,” she retorted

“I can see THAT too,” I replied, purposely looking at her boobs which 
were obviously NOT being restricted by a bra.

“Still... you never know who you might meet sometimes in this job,” she 
said coyly.

I had a pretty good idea what she was hinting at and any other time I 
might have explored the possibilities a little more.  Reluctantly, I 
handed her the money and said to keep the change.  She looked a little 
disappointed but I had a feeling she would be getting plenty of “tips” 
before her shift was over.  I took the pizza down and my dad looked at me 
appreciatively, my bare legs showing out the bottom of his shirt.

“You know, I’ve worn that shirt like once,” he teased me, pretending to 
be stern.

“But don't you think I look better in it daddy?” I teased back, 
unbuttoning it completely and allowing it to hang open just enough to 
give him a few glimpses of what was underneath.

“Hell, I’d buy a dozen more if they all came looking like that!” he joked 
some more.

I’d been wearing his shirts since I was a little teenage and he had been 
teasing me about them for just as long.  Usually they made their way back 
into the laundry but there were a few times I hung on to them and took 
them home to wear around my apartment.  They were baggy and comfortable, 
perfect to wear when you’re home alone.

I’d brought some paper plates and napkins as well and so we sat down to 
enjoy the pizza.  “Hey, did you know your pizza route has a girl on it 
now?” I asked him, winking at him at the same time, “She’s pretty hot 
too, and a slut if I ever saw one.”

“Guess I'll have to order out more often,” he said thoughtfully, then 
added,  “Although it would be just my luck I get the two hundred pound 
football player.”

We both laughed and went back to eating the pizza.  I only had one piece 
– too much junk food already this summer and I had noticed a few things 
getting a bit tighter lately – and not in a good way.

When we were through, my dad pulled out a DVD and grinned as he showed me 
the cover.  I couldn’t help but smile – it was a StarGate movie with 
Samantha Carter on the cover.  His ongoing fascination with Amanda 
Tapping has always amused me.  It’s not like she is the hottest or 
sexiest girl on TV, not by a long shot.  Yet there was something about 
her that got him harder faster than even his favorite porn movie star - 
Ginger Lynn.  I can’t even begin to count how many times I’d seen him 
masturbate while we watched a show when she would be on the screen.

He took his usual seat in his chair while I picked my favorite spot on 
the couch across the room for him.  I can’t say I’m all that fascinated 
with the show, but it was sort of cute to see my dad acting like a 
teenage boy with a crush.  Whenever Carter was on the screen, it was like 
his eyes were glued to the TV and his hand just automatically went to his 
crotch.  He was wearing some loose boxer shorts so it was easy for him to 
just pull up on one of the legs and let his cock dangle out so he could 
stroke himself while he watched her.

It was like old times again with one big exception, the empty chair in 
the room.  Still, I like to think that my mom would’ve approved of all 
this.  For a long time after she was gone my dad would just sit in the 
room and watch TV, not saying much or jerking off, even when there was 
something on the screen I knew had to be a turn-on for him.  Thus it was 
nice to see him able to let loose and feel comfortable masturbating in 
front of me again.

Actually, it wasn't like he was masturbating in front of me so much as he 
was masturbating and I just happened to be in the room.  I never felt at 
any time growing up that my dad was ever doing anything just for me to 
see or in any way to try and turn me on.  To be honest, I can’t say 
seeing my dad jerk off IS a turn-on for me per se.  It’s not like I got 
off seeing his hand on his cock or him cumming all over himself.  For me 
it’s always been about knowing he was feeling good, that he was 
comfortable enough with me around to still do the things he felt he 
needed to do.  As such I always made sure not to interrupt him or bother 
him when he was “busy”.  I don't mean I turned away and pretended nothing 
was happening.  It was more like I just didn’t make it a big deal one way 
or the other.

The same “rules” applied to me as I got older and started masturbating.  
My parents never pushed me to do it but my mom was there to help me once 
I started, offering some advice and even her collection of dildos – which 
I politely turned down (at least most of the time).  Once I got started 
they made sure not to do anything that might embarrass me or make me feel 
ashamed to do it whenever I felt the need.

I think now it was just as important that they didn’t encourage me as it 
was they said anything to embarrass me.  At that young age their 
encouragement would’ve probably only led to me trying to show off for 
them to gain more approval.  By being essentially neutral, just allowing 
me to do what I wanted when and where I wanted without judgment or 
comment, they taught me that masturbation was something that could be 
done more or less publicly but was still a personal thing that needed to 
be respected.

As for my mom, the only time I saw her masturbating anywhere but her 
bedroom was when my dad and I were having sex.  I don't think she felt 
she needed to hide it, it was just something she felt more personal about 
than me or my dad.

Since my dad was enjoying himself watching Amanda, I figured I may as 
well put the time to good use and so I opened up the shirt, letting it 
fall to the sides of me but keeping it on underneath me.  It felt better 
to have something between me and the couch and I didn't want to have to 
take the time to get a towel or a blanket to put under me.  To be frank, 
I don't know how nudist do it– there ARE issues of hygiene when you’re 
nude whether people like to talk about them or not.

Given it was almost a two hour movie so there was no need to rush 
anything.  I knew my dad wasn't jerking off just to cum, he was enjoying 
the sensations as he watched Amanda.  Most likely he would either stroke 
himself to a finish towards the end of the movie or even wait until after 
it was over.  I just laid back against the arm of the couch, one leg 
propped up on top of the back cushion and the either dangling off the 
side of the couch.

I glanced over at my dad and smiled as I saw him slowly stroking his 
dick, all his attention fixed on Amanda even though she was wearing more 
clothes than I did in a week put together!  It just goes to show that men 
don't have to see you naked to get off looking at you.

My thoughts drifted once again to the many times I’d masturbated on this 
very same couch in the past.  I’d started back when I was eleven although 
I didn’t really get super religious about it until I was twelve, almost 
thirteen.  Once I started thinking about having sex things got a lot more 
serious and I would do it more and more often as I got more and more into 
the idea of having sex.

A few of the girls in my class had already done it by the time I turned 
fourteen and it killed me when they would brag about it in the locker 
room or during lunch.  Sometimes I would get so horny in class I would 
ask for a pass to the restroom.  Once nice thing about being a girl, 
nobody gives you a hard time when you ask to go to the restroom, 
especially once I started having male teachers.

Most every night at that age I would do myself on the couch, sometimes 
for hours as my parents watched TV.  It got to where my mom eventually 
felt she needed to talk to me to make sure I was OK and there wasn't 
something wrong with me.  It didn't help she caught me touching myself a 
few times in public, evening church.  It was like I couldn’t stop myself, 
like something was forcing my hand to go to my crotch and touch myself.  
I loved the feelings it created in me and it was almost like being 
addicted to some sort of drug, only in this case it was all “natural”.  
Over time I found myself doing it less but even today I still love it and 
do it usually two or three times a day.

Tonight, as I played with myself on the couch, I glanced over and saw my 
dad was watching me as well.  It’s not like Amanda was on the screen 
every minute to keep his attention.  He use to watch me when I was 
growing up as well.  It seems funny now and a little embarrassing to 
admit I could be so naïve, but before we started having sex I never 
considered for even a moment that my dad might find anything “exciting” 
about seeing me masturbate.  Yet in my defense, my parents HAD stressed 
to me that it was nothing to hide or be ashamed of and THEY did it as 
well and it didn’t get me off to see them, so why would I think that 
either of them would find anything sexually exciting just by me touching 
myself when they were around.

I never tried to put on any sort of “show” for my dad.  In fact, knowing 
what I do now it must have been frustrating for him those times when I 
didn’t reveal a lot – turning on my side away from him, keeping my 
clothes such that my hands were hidden from view as I masturbated, that 
sort of thing.  It was purely unintentional and had I know he was 
interested I would have made an effort to let him watch, but for me it 
was just something I did without thinking a lot about it.

Once my dad started fucking me and I realized his true interests in me, I 
didn't change how often I masturbated or where I did it, but I did make a 
subtle change in HOW I did it.  Since now I knew he liked to watch me, I 
made sure that if I was doing it, he could see me.  I felt uncomfortable 
doing anything more than that as he was still my dad and I just didn’t 
feel right acting like some kind of stripper or whore for him, at least 
not unless he wanted me to.  Just making sure he could see me seemed the 
right compromise, one even my mother approved of when I asked her about 
it.

So now here I was again, masturbating in front of my dad.  It still gave 
me a bit of a thrill to know I could turn him on simply by doing 
something that I loved to do anyway.  Maybe I might turn bit more in his 
direction or spread my legs a bit further apart when he was watching, but 
otherwise I was doing nothing different than I would if I had been alone.  
I felt myself shudder a little as my clit got harder and I felt my pussy 
getting even wetter as I recalled the time I’d masturbated myself when I 
had a boyfriend with me.  I did it such that it seemed that I was hiding 
it from my parents and only he could see me doing it but he was still 
shocked, to say the least.

Well, he wasn't TOO shocked judging from the erection that he quickly 
grew and it wasn't long before he was fucking me in my bedroom.  I’d be 
willing to be that to this day he still jerks off remembering that night 
with me!

God it felt so good to touch my pussy!  I could feel myself about to cum 
and I focused more on myself now instead of all the nostalgia.  My pussy 
was so hot and wet, it felt SO good to run my fingers over my slick and 
hard clit.  I flattened my hand out and rubbed myself harder and faster, 
my heart beating faster and my breathing becoming labored as I drove 
myself closer and closer to my goal. 

Nothing in the world felt so good as when I came and I wanted to feel 
that incredible sensation again.  Then it finally came, filling me with 
the passion and pleasure I had been craving.  My back arched as my hips 
pushed up against my hand, my pussy hushing now as I kept rubbing myself 
even faster now that I was cumming.  It was like pouring gasoline on a 
fire as I exploded.  It was like I was on fire yet it felt wonderful.  It 
made me tingle all over but it was the place between my legs that it all 
seemed to originate.  If only this could last forever, to stay like this, 
not a thought about anything but the pleasure I felt, not a care about 
anything but keeping myself on the knife edge between ecstasy and 
insanity.

After I’d calmed down enough to think clearly – or at least more clearly, 
I turned to look at my dad and saw he had turned off the movie and was 
focused just on me.  Now THAT alone was quite a compliment as for my dad 
to turn off Amanda Tapping in favor of watching me masturbate was quite a 
statement.

I knew then that it was time to stop being so selfish and do what I 
should do, what any daughter should do in this sort of situation.  My 
father wanted me and as his daughter, what choice did I have but to 
submit to his needs?  After all, it’s not like I didn’t enjoy it too!


Chapter 4 – Satisfying My Dad
=============================

After giving myself a few more minutes to let the throbbing between my 
legs subside a bit more, I stood up, being careful to hold onto the arm 
of the couch as my legs felt a little wobbly still.  The shirt I was 
wearing hung open, hiding virtually nothing from my dad’s view as I 
slowly approached him.  I saw his hand was gripping his cock firmly.  He 
wasn’t stroking it for the moment as his attention seemed totally fixed 
on me.

For a brief moment my mind went back to eight years earlier, when I had 
stood before my dad in a somewhat similar situation.  God I was so 
nervous!  Back then I wasn't sure he really wanted me in a sexual way.  
I’d been teasing him and flirting with him for weeks after seeing him and 
my mom making love in the hot tub and I knew he watched me more than I 
had realized before, but did that mean he wanted to have sex with me?

My dad looked at a lot of pretty girls and I knew he masturbated looking 
at their photos and movies but that didn’t mean he would actually fuck 
them, even if he had the opportunity.  I had just finished masturbating 
in front of him and had been standing near him very much the same as I 
was now, not quite as exposed but leaving little to the imagination.  
Seeing his lust for me now, knowing he was waiting for me to say the 
words he longed to hear, seemed so natural now but back when I was just 
sixteen, I was almost paralyzed with fear that he might reject my offer, 
that he would turn me away for whatever reason.

Back then I had just told my dad I was going to my room with the hope he 
would realize what I was implying and follow me.  Thankfully he did, and 
the rest was history as they say.  I often wonder what I would have done 
if he had not appeared in my bedroom door that night.  Tonight, though, 
after eight years of the most wonderful incestual relationship I could 
imagine, I had no such doubts or worries.  I knew that all I had to do 
was turn and go to my room and he would be right behind me.  Still, there 
was more to it than just the sex.  I knew my dad loved it when I offered 
myself to him, when I told him what I wanted from him, when I asked him 
to take me as his.  For some reason it just seemed to make him feel 
better in some way for his actions to be in response to my offer, even 
though he knew he could have me anytime he wanted without a word from me.

“I’m going to my room, daddy,” I purred as I looked at his stiff dick and 
licked my lips in a show of anticipation, “I was hoping you might come up 
with me and fuck me again.”

My dad smiled as I gave him the offer he wanted.  He shifted in his 
chair, his hand still clenching his dick as he asked, “Are you sure?  Is 
this really what you want?”

Such a silly question but it was like a little routine we always did.  I 
leaned over him in his chair and kissed me, my hand reaching down and 
ripping the upper half of his cock and squeezing it gently.  “I’m yours 
daddy... you can have me anyway you want... I’m you’re little girl and I 
want my daddy to fuck me.”

Perhaps if I had said those words eight years before I wouldn't have 
worried so much when I went up the two flights of stairs to my bedroom.  
Seeing the look in his eyes, the surge in his cock as I touched him, left 
no doubt what his intentions were.  I’m sure that same look was there 
back then as well, I just didn’t recognize it as it was my own father.  
Funny how that works out – now I recognized BECAUSE he was my father!

With another kiss I stood up and turned away without another word.  I 
went up the stairs without looking back, confident that he would soon be 
following me.  My heart was racing with anticipation.  No matter how many 
times I’d done this, it always gave me a little thrill to know my own 
father was about to fuck me again.  Heck, if anything as horny as he was 
now there was likely no way he would NOT fuck me.  

There comes a time with many men when their lust and needs so overwhelm 
them that I know that there is no going back, no stopping them.  They are 
going to fuck me and there is nothing I can do about it – assuming I even 
would think of not wanting it.  It’s an incredible feeling to realize 
that for these few moments you are completely out of control of your 
destiny, that this man you are with no longer sees you as a person, as a 
girlfriend, or even as a daughter.  It usually doesn’t last long but at a 
time like this you’re something he wants to fuck and nothing is going to 
stop him.  

With my dad, this moment normally occurred as he was close to fucking me 
but I could see that tonight he was extra horny.  Maybe the unexpected 
events of this afternoon had started it and then seeing Amanda and then 
me masturbating had driven him over the edge.  Whatever it was, when I 
left him behind I could see that look and knew he was going to fuck me, 
as if I had any doubt he would anyway.

Once in my room I dropped the shirt to the floor and kicked it to the 
side, leaving me nude as I jumped on top of my old bed.  God, how many 
times had I masturbated and been fucked in this bed?  I laid on my back, 
propped up by the pillows on the end so I could see out the door and into 
the hallway.  Thinking back again to the first time I’d done it with my 
dad, I remember how I had masturbated and wondered if he would show up.

When he finally did, I was consumed by a mixture of relief and lust.  
Seeing my dad standing in my doorway with his dick in full erection, 
knowing he was there for the first time with the intent to fuck me, was 
one of the most emotional moments of my life.  It was shortly followed by 
THE most emotional moment, at least sexually, I have ever had, the 
feeling when I first felt my father’s dick pushing its way inside of me.  
It was such an incredible sensation to know it was my own dad I was 
feeling up inside of me.  Now, after having been fucked by him literally 
hundreds of times, I was still just as excited as I touched myself slowly 
in anticipation.

Then he was there, the outline of my father’s nude body appeared in my 
doorway.  It’s something I wish every girl could experience, the sight of 
her own father with his dick hard and ready, standing there with lust in 
his heart as he looks at her on her own bed.  I’ve always said that I 
have never been fucked by my dad to PROVE he loves me, it’s to SHOW his 
love for me.  Not the love he had for my wife, not the love I hope 
someday to experience with my husband, but the love of a father for his 
daughter, the love a father SHOULD have for his daughter.

“Oh daddy, fuck me!” I called to him, my arms outstretched as I invited 
him into my bed.

Sure he could have just barged in and taken me and I would have given 
myself to him without any reservation.  It was a sign of his respect for 
me that he waited for me to invite him to fuck me.  It was the way a 
father should respect his daughter.  I wasn't a whore for my dad to fuck 
just to get off, I was his daughter.

Part of the excitement for me was wondering what would happen next.  
Sometimes my dad was just too horny to do much more than just get on top 
of me and start fucking me without any hesitation foreplay.  I was 
usually so wet by the time we got to this point it didn't matter and in 
some ways it was all the more erotic in that I felt like I was there 
because he really needed me.  For the most part, though, we usually 
engaged in some form of foreplay which varied from some oral sex, usually 
me sucking his dick for a while and sometimes he would eat my pussy.  I 
loved to suck his dick.  Of course, I love to suck just about ANY dick 
but still, his was special.  Even though my mom had taught me quite a bit 
early on, I don’t think she shared my passion for it.  She did it make my 
dad happy but I didn't get the feeling she did it for herself in the same 
I did it for myself.

On the other hand, my dad seemed to prefer to eat her pussy more than 
mine.  Maybe he had a thing for furry pussy, maybe it was just a husband-
wife thing.  Whatever the reason, while I knew he ate my mom out almost 
every time they made love, he only rarely ate my pussy.  It wasn't 
something we ever discussed and to be honest, unless a girl is licking me 
I can take it or leave it.  I LOVE a girl to lick my pussy but guys just 
never seem to be able to do it the same way another girl can.

My dad approached me and as he got in bed beside me, I realized tonight 
was going to be one of those rare evenings when we would cuddle and touch 
before actually fucking.  Knowing how horny he was, it sort of surprised 
me.  Personally, seeing the look on his face when I left him in the 
basement I was fully expecting him to fuck me from the start with little 
to no foreplay whatsoever.  Oh well, it just goes to show you can never 
totally predict what a man will do.

I turned to face my dad and he put his string arms around me, pulled me 
towards him until my boobs were pressed against his hairy chest.  We 
kissed as he ran his hands over me, caressing me and lightly running the 
tips of his fingers all over my naked body.  I loved it especially when 
he would start at the base of my neck and trace the backs of his 
fingertips all the way down my back along my spine, over my butt and down 
the backs of my thighs.  His other hand was playing with my hair, another 
thing that I loved to have someone do.  For me, a perfect evening is to 
lay on a couch with my head in a guy’s lap, gently sucking his cock as we 
watch a movie while he plays with my hair.

As he caressed my legs he reached between them, lifting the topmost leg 
up to allow his own leg to press in between them.  It felt so good to 
feel the pressure of his leg against my crotch, even more so as he moved 
it just enough to rub up against me.  I could feel his hard dick pressing 
against my stomach, the pubic hair that surrounded it tickling me 
slightly.  I reached in between us and held it in my hand, not stroking 
it or doing anything but holding it and enjoying the feel of its warmth 
in my hand.

After a bit more of this he pushed me gently onto my back and started to 
kiss me all over, starting with the back of my ear, down my neck and to 
my boobs where he sucked on one and then the other.  A soft moan escaped 
from me as he took my nipples in his mouth, first just running his tongue 
on each one, then gripping them with his lips and finally tugging on them 
while carefully grabbing them with his teeth.  As he sucked on my 
nipples, his hand was massaging my boobs, squeezing them and pressing 
them together.  It felt incredible, what more can I say?

As my dad continued to suck on my breasts, his hand started to move down 
my belly until it was between my legs which were parted just enough to 
give him the access I wanted.  At first he just cupped my crotch with his 
palm, pressing against it and pulling upward on it.  Then his middle 
finger started pressing inward, pushing its way between my wet pussy lips 
and into my pussy hole.

“Oh daddy, that feel so good,” I gasped, my first words since he started 
kissing my boobs.

He didn't respond, at least verbally, letting his lips and hands do the 
talking for him.  He pulled his finger out of my pussy, running it up 
between my lips until he touched my clit.  Oh my God, I thought I was 
going to cum right then and there!  It was still pretty sensitive from my 
early masturbating and just the touch of his wet fingertip was enough to 
get me going again.  He keep touching me, running up and down my pussy, 
toying with my clit, sometimes pushing it back into me again.  Damn it 
felt so good!

Keeping his hand on my pussy, my dad started to work his way down to my 
pussy, licking my belly and kissing me all over on the way.  He gently 
pressed my legs further apart and lowered his head down between them.  I 
moaned again as I felt his tongue on my clit, feeling so warm and soft 
against it, teasing it terribly.  He was laying alongside me, his legs up 
towards my head as he kept his head between my thighs.  His dick poked me 
in the side of my head and so I turned to take it into my mouth.  Feeling 
me sucking him, he pulled me more to my side, my upper leg now over his 
head as he pushed his hairy crotch into my face, driving his hard dick 
deeper into my mouth.  It had been a long time since we had 69’d this way 
and I loved the closeness it created between us.

Usually the few times my dad DOES lick my pussy, it’s for a few minutes 
and then that’s it.  Whether it was because I was sucking his dick at the 
same time or he was just extra horny or whatever, tonight he kept licking 
me and licking me.  Eventually the inevitable arrived.

“Oh daddy, you’re making me cum!” I cried to him softly as best I could 
with his dick just inside my mouth.

Indeed he was.  I tried to keep his dick in my mouth as his tongue drove 
me crazy but finally I had to let it out just to breath as my orgasm 
consumed me.  I could only imagine how wet his face must be now as I 
gushed and came harder.  Once the peak had passed and it became this 
insistent sensation, I tried to return to sucking his dick but then he 
would tug on my clit or push a finger into my pussy and it was like 
stoking the fire inside of me yet again.

“Fuck me now daddy, fuck me now!” I begged him, wanting him in me while 
my pussy was still feeling this way.

“Oh baby, I want to fuck you so bad right now,” he whispered to me, his 
voice hoarse with passion and lust.  

I just laid there as he got on top of me and his dick easily slipped 
inside of me.  God, I was cumming again now as his dick filled my pussy 
and I felt him stroking himself in and out of me.  

“Fuck me harder daddy... fuck me harder!” I pleaded, my voice this high-
pitched whine as I fought to control myself enough to even speak to him.

As much as he had been masturbating earlier and now with what he’d been 
doing in my bed, he didn’t last very long once he started fucking me and 
soon I could feel his pressing himself up tight against me, straining to 
hold himself back as if wanting to savor this moment for as long as 
possible.

“Cum in me daddy, I want you to cum inside of me,  I want you to fill me 
with your love,” I encouraged him. 

The vast majority of the time he did anyway so it really wasn't necessary 
to ask but just as I knew he loved me to ask him to fuck me, I knew he 
loved it just as much to have me beg for him to cum inside of me.  

“Oh yeah, I’m cumming baby... your daddy’s cumming in you!”

He held himself still in me as he came, one squirt after another.  This 
was when I felt closest to my father, when he was cumming in me, sharing 
himself with me in the most intimate manner possible.  For him to cum in 
me was the fulfillment of everything I wanted for him.

Once he had cum in me he put his arms around me and then we rolled over, 
almost falling off the bed in the process but somehow managing to switch 
position without him slipping out of me.  I laid myself down against his 
chest, feeling his dick throbbing in me as we just laid there silently 
with nothing but the sound of our labored breathing.

“Daddy, I love it when you cum in me,” I whispered to him with my head 
resting on his chest.  

My father’s spent dick was still in me but I could feel it slipping out 
as he shrank after cumming.  So long as I didn't move it would stay in me 
a little and so I just laid there for as long as possible, trying to burn 
the memory of this moment into my brain forever.

He must have been exhausted as a couple of minutes later I heard him 
start to snore.  His dick was barely in me now so I gently lifted myself 
off of him and went to the bathroom to clean myself up a little.  When I 
returned, he hadn’t moved a muscle so I just climbed in with him and laid 
to the side, my arm and leg draped over him.

I felt so happy, so content, so fulfilled... so full of cum – my daddy’s 
cum at that!  It had been a wonderful day and I was so happy that I had 
decided to stop over.  Never again would I let so much time go between 
being with my dad like this.  He obviously missed it and I would do 
anything to make him happy!


Chapter 5 – The Morning After
=============================

I woke up Sunday morning feeling totally disoriented.  For some reason I 
couldn't figure out where I was.  I should be in my bedroom in my 
apartment yet something was different.  Then I realized I had this 
strange sensation between my legs and my mind quickly cleared as I 
realized what it was – my dad’s dick was back in me!

Evidently I had slept the night through quite soundly as I didn't 
remember waking once and then when my dad woke he must have found me 
still sacked out.  Well, if you were a horny guy and you woke up with a 
naked girl next to in bed, and that girl just happened to be your 
daughter, what would you do?  The answer is pretty obvious and it wasn’t 
like my dad hadn’t done this sort of thing before. 

When I was living at home he would come into my room ach morning before 
work.  Sometimes if I was sleeping he would just masturbate and I would 
wake up with the results on my face or boobs.  If he had time and I was 
sleeping soundly enough, he would sometimes try to fuck me and see how 
far he could get without waking me.  Now with a guy, I can suck him while 
he’s sleeping and get him to the point of cumming without waking him if 
he’s tired enough.  But so far as I go, no matter how tired I am, the 
sensation of a dick pushing into my pussy will wake me every time.  
Sometimes I would even fake being asleep and let him think he was getting 
away with it.

Qs for this morning, I must have REALLY been tired because he had managed 
to get his whole dick in me before I realized what was happening.  He was 
just holding it me, not stroking it or anything, but still, to get it 
that far in me without waking me was unusual, to say the least.

“Oh daddy, I love to wake up with you in me,” I sighed softly, letting 
him know I was awake now and knew what was going on.

“You looked so beautiful this morning I couldn’t resist,” he replied 
almost apologetically.  

Then he started to fuck me, stroking in and out as he no longer had to 
try to disguise his actions.

I couldn’t see him as he was behind me as I lay on my side, his dick deep 
in me with his arm reaching around so he could grip my boobs.  I was 
awake but that’s about all I can say as I just laid there, letting him do 
all the work.

It was times like this when I truly submitted to my father.  Personally, 
I would have been just as satisfied to masturbate but still, as his 
daughter I felt happy to give myself to him in this way.  Dad was 
certainly enjoying it, grunting as he shoved himself deep up inside of me 
and then pulling almost all the way out before pushing it back in me 
again.

“Oh yeah, your pussy feel so damn good,” he groaned as he came in me.

It certainly hadn’t taken him long but then, whenever he fucked me first 
thing in the morning it seemed to take him less time to get himself off 
than at other times of the day.

After he had cum, he pulled out and went to the bathroom to get ready for 
church.  I was shocked to see we only had a half hour before the service.  
Damn, we both must have slept pretty good last night!  Fortunately I had 
left some clothes in my closet so I found a cute sundress to wear.  It 
was short but not THAT short.  Given the events this morning and last 
night I felt sort of obligated NOT to wear panties to church.  My daddy 
always loved it anyway when I went to church without anything on under my 
dress and I had a feeling today he would be especially happy.

I didn't have enough time to shower and do my hair so a heavy dose of 
perfume would have to do when it came to covering up the scent of sex 
that I knew must cover me now.  I tried to brush my hair out as best I 
could and with a little makeup was able to hide some of the flushness 
after being just fucked.

As usual, we met my cousin Kristi and her mom at church.  Evidently her 
weekend party had finished up earlier than she had told me.  I sat next 
to Kristi and as we waited for the service to start she turned to me and 
whispered, “Well, how did it go?”

I looked at her as if I didn't know what she was talking about but she 
knew better.

“C’mon, my mom said you practically demanded she stay away last night... 
and sheesh, don't you think you should have showered this morning?  Did 
you guys just do it or what?”

The church was pretty empty with everyone on vacation this time of year 
and I looked around and saw nobody was in our pew or watching so I 
quickly pulled up my dress and showed her my bare crotch.  Kristi just 
rolled her eyes and did the same, demonstrating she was bare underneath 
too.

“Soooooo, did you think you were special because you didn’t wear panties 
to church,” she teased me.

Her mom shushed us and wagged her finger at both of us, warning us to 
behave in church.  Yeah, like SHE never played around.  My dad seemed to 
be more amused although I knew as much as it turned him on, he also 
worried at times that people might see me do something that would raise 
questions so typically I behaved myself - in the sanctuary at least.  
Still, I felt pretty horny this morning and as I looked at my dad, I 
decided the weekend wasn't over yet.

It had been a great evening with my dad, followed by a wonderful morning.  
What would this afternoon bring?

Only one way to find out...


Postscript
==========

When I originally wrote this I decided to stop there as the rest of the 
day, while fun, wasn’t all that much different to write about.  I’m still 
not going to go on about it, I just felt I needed to say something rather 
than just leaving it hanging like I originally did.

THE END


  
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