Subject: An Evening With My Dad (MF, oral, mast)
By: Kelly <pghkelly@yahoo.com>
Diary Date: August 1, 2009

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Summary:

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:
   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


Chapter 1 – Been So Long
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I was laying 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.  
Mmmmm, now if only I could lick my own clit I would 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 me 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 lit 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 y 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.  “Couldn’t you 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 net 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 any more.

“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.

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 his dick sliding in and out of me, the 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 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 any guy long enough 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 had 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 had 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, “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 it’s 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 
the 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 it’s 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 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... 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.  His 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 now 
longer had to try to disguise his actions.

I couldn’t se 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.

“Soooo, 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 ay something rather than 
just leaving it hanging like I originally did.

THE END

  
20090801 An Evening With My Dad