Subject:     If Daddy Had Been My First
Story Codes: Mf mast inc father daughter
Updated:     November 20, 2013
Author:      Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>

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Summary
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Who hasn't dreamed of going back in time so you could something 
differently?  The ultimate “do-over”.  I can’t say there is anything that 
I have done in my pasty that I would go back and change.  However, there 
ARE things I’ve NOT done that I would go back and do.

The one thing that I regret not doing the most in my past was giving my 
virginity to my father.  It wasn't a deliberate decision on my part when 
I gave it to my boyfriend.  It was just that I had no idea at that age 
that my father was even remotely interested in such a thing so the 
thought never crossed my mind.  People always tell me that I shouldn’t 
fret over it as it wasn't my fault but even so, I don't think I'll ever 
fully purge the guilt.   Maybe the only thing good about it was that it 
turned out that the boy I gave it to ultimately became my husband.

But what if I HAD given my virginity to my dad? What if I had written a 
diary entry afterwards? Maybe it might have gone like this...


Table of Contents
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   Chapter 1 - Fourteen and Horny
   Chapter 2 - Imagination Becomes Reality
   Chapter 3 - My First Blowjob
   Chapter 4 - My Dad Takes My Virginity


Chapter 1 - Fourteen and Horny
==============================

I was only a couple of months past my fourteenth birthday and unlike most 
of my friends, I couldn't wait for summer vacation to end.  No more grade 
school for me.  Nope, now I would be going a high school freshman, 
flirting with the older boys every day.  My friends joked that freshman 
girls were "fresh meat girls" to the upperclassmen but rather than be 
concerned about it, the thought excited me.

So far I'd petted and kissed a bit but the closest I'd come to actual sex 
was rubbing a boy's hard dick through his pants.  Lately when I 
masturbated my thoughts seemed to center more and more around losing my 
virginity.  The question was, who would take it?

It's not like I was worried about finding a guy willing to do the job.   
Although I wasn’t nearly as curvy and busty as many of the girls my age, 
I doubted there was one who was hornier than me! It seemed all I did in 
my spare time was masturbate and when I was at the pool my eyes always 
drifted to the same place – some boy's wet crotch.

It wasn't like I'd never seen a dick before.  In our family nudity wasn't 
something we flaunted but at the same time we didn't exactly worry about 
it either.  Don't get me wrong, neither my parents or I would just hang 
around nude or claim to be nudists.  It was just that when it was 
appropriate to be naked, say in the hot tub, asleep in bed, or just 
walking between the bathroom and our bedrooms, we didn't go out of our 
way to hide anything.   Personally, I think the only reason people get 
all worked up over seeing someone nude is because it is supposedly 
"taboo".  Take away the taboo and it's not such a big deal anymore.

Like nudity, masturbation was also something I was quite comfortable 
with.  I started touching myself (at least for sexual purposes) when I 
was eleven and once I got started there was no looking back! It wasn't 
long before my mom was lecturing me about touching myself in public as I 
always seemed to have that "itch" between my legs and at that age I 
didn't understand why I could take care of it at home but not at church 
or school.

My parents also masturbated openly, especially my dad.  My parents raised 
me to believe that masturbation is a normal body function, no different 
than scratching an itch.  Thus if my dad was doing it when I was around, 
my reaction was to recognize that he was just horny and taking care of 
himself, not that he was having any sexual fantasies about me.  After 
all, I was his daughter, wasn't I? So why would he ever think THAT?

By this time there were a number of boys I had my eye on as having 
potential for being my "first".  All of them were older than me as it 
seemed the boys my age were too immature.  If the guy wasn't a virgin, 
that was fine with me and if anything, a plus as I wanted someone who 
knew what they were doing.   Several of my friends had already done it 
and none of them seemed to enjoy their first time, mostly because it 
seemed the boy they were with didn't know what to do either.  That's not 
to say they didn't enjoy it later, of course.

The middle of summer was the perfect time to "troll" for boys.  Whether 
it was at the community pool wearing my favorite bikini or just running 
around the neighborhood on my bike in nothing but a pair of ripped 
cutoffs and a tube top, I’d learned early how easy it was to get a guy's 
attention.  Not that I was exactly the hottest girl so far as my 
appearance, but what I lacked in my bust I think I more than made up for 
with my attitude.  If any guy didn't think I was looking for it, he 
would've had to been blind! It wasn't just the boys either.  More than a 
few dad's working in the yard turned their heads when I went by!

One evening I was relaxing in the hot tub with my parents.  We were all 
nude, but that was normal.  In fact, other than when other people were 
with us I can’t remember ever wearing a swim suit in our hot tub.  One 
thing I noticed the past couple of years was how incredible the jets felt 
when they were directed in just the right places.  Yep, they beat the our 
shower massager hands down!

My parents were talking about something to do with my dad's work which 
left me bored to tears so I turned on my side and leaned back.  My 
favorite spot in the tub was on the side where I was laying.  The 
fiberglass was molded like a couch such that you could lay back with your 
head against a rubber cushion and the jets would hit me from three sides.  
There was one particular jet in the corner that I’d positioned such that 
it directed the water stream straight at me such that if I spread my legs 
apart just right it hit my crotch dead-on.  It was that particular jet 
that I was focusing on at this moment as I closed my eyes and felt myself 
be almost weightless in the hot water as the water pulsed against my 
horny pussy.

It didn't take long before everything else around me faded away as I 
fantasized that the water against my pussy was actually the tongue of my 
friend's brother.  He was a couple of years older than me and had a great 
looking body – not to mention a nice looking bulge in his tight swimsuit, 
a bulge that seemed to get bigger the longer we were around him.  Soon my 
fingers reached down to provide assistance to the jet and I gasped when 
my fingertip touched my sensitive clit.

Time seemed to stand still.  Even the roar of the hot tub couldn't 
distract me as my mind retreated to wherever it went while I was 
fantasizing about being fucked.  My every thought, every feeling was 
focused on my pussy as I rubbed myself faster and faster.  God I wanted 
to be fucked SO bad! I wanted to suck a guy's dick and feel it growing in 
my mouth.  I wanted to taste a hard cock and run my tongue up and down 
its stiff shaft.

More than anything else in the world I wanted to cry out for my mystery 
man to fuck me and then be rewarded by the push of his dick as it 
violated my tight virgin pussy for the first time.  I wanted to feel his 
wonderful dick inside of me, feel it stroke in and out of my wet pussy, 
going faster and faster as he neared his climax.  Then I wanted him to 
cum inside of me, to shoot his sperm in me and leave it deep up inside my 
pussy.  In simple words, I wanted to be fucked!

Someday... someday my dreams and fantasies would come true and my virgin 
pussy would welcome its first pussy.  For now all I could do was dream 
about it as I masturbated.

As I neared my own orgasm, the feelings between my legs intensified.  It 
was as if his imaginary hand was actually touching me, as if I was really 
being fondled and groped by my fantasy lover.  Then it was like his 
finger pushed its way inside of me and it was at that moment that I came.  
I gasped and moaned as my orgasm swept through me, my pussy feeling 
hotter than the heated tub water.  I cried out softly with pleasure as 
his finger stroked in and out of me like a small dick, keeping me going, 
making me cum harder and harder.

"Oh god that feels so good," I moaned, forgetting that my parents were 
next to me.

Well, maybe not forgetting so much as not caring.  It wasn't the first 
time they’d seen me do something this and no doubt it wouldn't be the 
last.  So long as I didn’t get TOO carried away and disturb whatever they 
were doing they usually just ignored me.


Chapter 2 - Imagination Becomes Reality
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"Glad I could help baby," a deep voice responded, except it was real and 
not part of my dream anymore.

As I opened my eyes I suddenly realized that not only was the voice real, 
but so was the finger up my pussy! There just above me the smiling face 
of my dad!

"I take it that you're feeling good?" he asked with a grin on his face.

As much as my initial reaction was to cry out how good it felt and beg 
him not to stop, it was all too surreal for me at that moment to do such 
a thing.

"Daddy!" I gasped, "What are you doing? ...stop it!"

"Awwwwww, do you really want me to stop?" he responded softly, a sexy 
gentleness to his voice I'd never heard before.  His finger wiggled in me 
and I couldn't help but moan.  “Something tells me you don’t”

Well duh! Of course I didn't want him to stop.  What he was doing was 
making me feel incredible! On the other hand, he was my DAD for goodness 
sakes!  Why was he touching ME? I looked for my mom for support and 
answers but she had apparently gone back into the house leaving the two 
of us alone.  Had she left so that my dad could do this, or was he doing 
it because she had left?  Did it matter?

"Oh daddy, I love you," was all I could think to say right then.

OK, so it was lame and a stall at best.  What I really wanted to say was 
I wanted him to fuck me.  I was so horny and my pussy was screaming for 
something to fill it up.  It didn't matter at that moment that he was my 
dad.   In fact, it really didn't matter right then WHO he was.  The only 
that that mattered was that his dick was hard – I could feel it against 
my side, and I knew where I wanted it – in my pussy.

Easy to dream about but how do you tell your own father that you want him 
to fuck you? Even if I did, how could he ever want me in that way? What 
would he think of me if he knew what I desired the most right then? Yeah, 
he was fingering me alright, but that was a LONG ways from fucking me, 
just ask any boy trying to get a piece when he's out with his date.

"I love you too baby," he said softly.

Then he did something he'd never done before, not even in jest.  He bent 
down and kissed me.  I don't mean some peck on the cheek like the typical 
father- daughter thing you might see at church or school.  No, this was 
more like what I see him do with my mom – a full mouth kiss with his 
tongue pressing against my lips, trying to ease its way into my mouth.

I was so surprised I just let my natural instincts take over and I opened 
my mouth and let his tongue explore inside.  My arms reached up and 
wrapped around his neck, holding onto him as I shared my first "real" 
kiss with my father.

"There now... that wasn't so hard, was it?" he murmured as our lips 
finally parted.

My eyes must have been widened like a deer in the headlights as I was 
still too shocked to respond.  Meanwhile, I noticed that his finger had 
never left my pussy.

It was like I was in some dream state.  Everything was happening but it 
was like I was out of my body and watching it rather than experiencing it 
for myself.  I laid limp in his arms as he withdrew his finger and 
reached under me to pick me up and carry me out of the tub.  Someone, my 
mother most likely, had laid out the chair cushions on the deck and 
covered them with a couple of beach towels, making it into sort of a bed 
on our deck.  Thank goodness the deck was high atop our garage and built 
on a hill such that none of the neighbors had a view of what was 
happening – or what I thought was about to happen.

My dad gently laid me down on my back and then he laid to my right side, 
draping his bare leg over me such that his crotch was tight up against me 
and I could feel his erect dick pressing against my wet thigh.  Holding 
himself up on his left elbow, he reached across and palmed my left boob 
with his hand, cupping it and gently massaging it as he leaned down and 
started to kiss me once more.

I could feel my father’s wet nude body against mine, feeling a man's 
lustful erection pressed up against me for the first time in my life.  
Sure I’d felt him against me before when I would sometimes sleep with my 
parents and often he would have an erection but this was different... a 
LOT different.  Back then it was just something that happened.  Sure he 
might get hard when I was in bed but I figured most men did when they 
were laying between two naked women and he had no control over those 
reactions.  But now... now he was hard because he WANTED me... my own 
father was horny for ME!

Not sure what was going to happen next, I just laid there on the soft 
cushions as my father kissed me and let his hand wander over my bare 
torso and down between my freshly shaven legs once again.  As I felt his 
hand approach my fuzzy crotch, I spread my legs apart for him so he could 
reach my pussy more easily.

"Mmmmmmm, that's my girl," he murmured as our mouths parted barely enough 
for him to speak, "You want it, don't you."

"Yes daddy," I whispered back huskily, barely able to get the words out 
as it was.  I wasn't quite sure I knew what "it" was, but whatever it 
was, I knew I wouldn't say no.

Once again I felt his hand move between my legs, his finger exploring me 
and parting my wet pussy lips to find my pussy hole.  He toyed with me, 
barely pushing his fingertip into me and then pulling it back out until 
he finally made his way back up to my hiding clit.  My back arched 
involuntarily and I couldn't help but gasp as his finger found my sweet 
spot.

As my dad fingered me I felt him move about until he positioned his dick 
over my hand which was lying to my side.  It was obvious what he wanted 
and I closed my grip around him, feeling his warm throbbing shaft against 
my palm.   God, it was the first dick I'd ever touched and it felt 
wonderful.  I just held him in my hand, gripping it and not knowing 
exactly what I should be doing with it right about now.  It was one thing 
to watch a porn movie where everything went like clockwork and quite 
another to be doing it all by yourself.

"Mmmmmmm, I like it when you hold me," my dad said softly to me with a 
smile.   "Have you touched a man there before?"

Of course he knew full well I hadn't.  I told my parents everything, and 
I mean everything, at least when it came to my sexual and social life.  
My first kiss, first grope, etc. – they knew whatever I did when I was 
out on a date.  He knew I'd touched a guy's cock a couple of times 
through their jeans but never the actual bare dick itself.  Who would 
have ever guessed the first one would be my dad's?

As I laid on my back it was more like a dream than reality.  I kept my 
eyes closed as I tried to concentrate on my dad's hand as he roamed all 
over my body.  First he lightly touched my legs, running up and down 
them, sometimes on the outside but mostly along the inside where it 
tickled a little but at the same time made my pussy tremble.

Then he worked his way up my stomach, using just one finger to trace 
little circles around my belly button and then his whole hand laid flat 
on me and rubbed me all over.  Finally he moved to my chest where my 
small boobs tingled from his touch.  Again, he wasn't rough, but so 
incredibly gentle and light in his touch.  My boobs may have barely 
qualified as an A cup, but they were quite sensitive and my nipples 
responded to the soft touch of his fingers as he grabbed them and lightly 
pulled on them and then let them snap back.

The entire time he explored my body he was kissing me on the mouth and 
then around my face and neck, even my ears and ear lobes.  I felt his 
tongue run up the side of my neck just as he gently squeezed one of my 
boobs and I sighed softly from the wonderful sensations it created all 
through me.

"Oh daddy, I love you to touch me like this," I whispered to him.

This went on for what seemed like hours but was probably only twenty or 
thirty minutes.  Actually, I didn't WANT him to stop.  Nobody had ever 
touched me this way before in my life.  The boys who tried to grope me at 
school or in their cars were always in such a rush, grabbing at me and 
trying to take my clothes off.  It was always about what THEY wanted, 
about what they wanted me to do to them.  My daddy was just the opposite.  
He was treating me like the little princess he liked to call me when I 
was younger.   He was treating me just the way a father SHOULD treat his 
daughter.

Deep down I knew it couldn't go on forever.  Where was my mom anyway? She 
must know what we were doing since I assumed she had to have been the one 
to arrange the deck in preparation for us.  It was wonderful what my dad 
was doing to me but he was still my DAD and other than touch me like 
this, what more could he really do?

I was about to find out.


Chapter 3 - My First Blowjob 
============================

"I love you Kelly," my horny father whispered for maybe the hundredth 
time by now.

"I love you too daddy," I replied, again for the hundredth time but who 
was counting?

"Show me how much you love me," he said suddenly, changing the 
conversation completely.

Hearing this but not quite believing I had, I opened my eyes wide and 
stared at him.  He was breathing hard and his eyes had a look in them I'd 
never seen before.  It was almost scary the way he seemed to stare into 
my very soul, almost like the way a cat stares at its prey before it 
ounces and takes it for its own.  This wasn’t just a father looking at 
his fourteen year-old daughter, this was a man lusting for a young girl.

Suddenly I felt my dad thrust his hips into me, driving his erect cock 
harder into my smooth leg, rubbing it along me as he pushed himself 
against me.  I knew what he wanted.  I knew EXACTLY what he wanted.  Oh 
my god, my own father wanted to have sex with me! My dad wanted to take 
my virginity.

My mind raced and it was like a million thoughts suddenly flashed back 
and forth.  Was I reading him right or was it just wishful thinking.  
Well, how could it be wishful thinking when I’d never even fantasized 
about having sex with my dad, let alone wish for it?

Images came to my mind, thoughts and memories that suddenly began to make 
sense when I put them all together.  It was like all the puzzle pieces 
suddenly fell into place as I recalled how he would masturbate after I 
started doing myself while we were watching a movie that turned me on.  I 
remembered how he would always need something in the bathroom when I was 
in there naked, doing my makeup or hair.  He would have to squeeze by me 
and I remember the light touch of his dick on my ass as he slipped by to 
get to the closet for something that just couldn't wait.  So many of 
these memories came to mind that I was startled more at my own inability 
to have seen the obvious than anything else.  Wais I just being naïve?

"Show me how much you love me." 

Those were his exact words.  God, what did he want me to do? I didn't 
know HOW to show him.  How does a daughter please her own father, at 
least sexually? This wasn't like any of the incest porn movies he liked 
to watch; this was something entirely different and unique.

"Help me daddy," I finally pleaded softly, "Tell me what to do to make 
you happy."

My dad smiled at me.  It wasn't just that warm smile he would get when I 
did something good at school or gave him a gift for Father's Day.  There 
was more to it this time, something I couldn't quite put my finger on but 
it was definitely there.  He quickly got up on his knees and took my 
hand, placing it on his erect cock.

"Suck it," he said, softly but firmly, leaving no doubt that he expected 
me to do exactly what he wanted.

I'd seen plenty of girls give a BJ on his porn movies and magazines but 
just watching someone play tennis on TV doesn't make you a tennis pro and 
in the same manner, watching a BJ doesn't qualify you to give one.  I 
felt incredibly nervous as I got on my hands and knees in front of him, 
positioning myself so his dick was just a couple of inches away from my 
face.

"That's it, suck my dick," he said again, taking my head in his hands and 
gently pulling me into his crotch.

I felt the head of his cock press against my lips and instinctively I 
opened them slightly and the tip of his cock pressed between them.  My 
tongue reached out and I touched it to the tip of his dick, feeling the 
slit in the top of it and then around the smooth cock head and finally 
along the underside of the ridge that surrounded his dick head.  Suddenly 
it hit me that I was licking my first dick and it wasn't just any ol' 
dick, it was my DAD'S!

"That's it, lick it all over and suck on it," he instructed me.

He crotch still smelled of the chemicals in the hot tub and his cock had 
a slightly funny taste from it as well, but still I marveled at the 
firmness and smooth texture of his dick.  I had no real idea of how a 
dick SHOULD taste or feel like but somehow I'd expected something 
different I guess, although I doubt I could have explained myself.  I 
took the entire cock head in my mouth and sucked on it.  As I did, I 
could feel him pull my head in tighter to his crotch and I relaxed my 
neck to allow him to push my head farther down on his dick.

My dad kept pushing his dick into my mouth until I felt it hit the back 
of my throat.  I tried to stop but he pushed my head onto his dick even 
harder and I felt it try to go down my throat.  Instantly I gagged and 
fortunately he let me pull my head off his dick.  I coughed and choked 
and felt totally embarrassed.

"I'm sorry baby, you did great for your first time," he said, trying to 
make me feel better.

It was at that point I vowed someday I would take ALL of his dick in my 
mouth, even if it had to go down my throat.  It wouldn't be tonight but 
someday I would do it!

"Do it more," he encouraged me, "Suck my dick Kelly."

Actually, he needn't have bothered since I was determined to get back on 
that horse (or should I say, dick) again.  If my daddy wanted me to suck 
his dick, then I was going to do it the best I could for him.  He didn't 
try pushing his cock so deep into my mouth and I found that going down 
about half way on it to be the best for me.  I really had no idea what to 
do.  I must have seen a zillion BJs with my dad when he would watch his 
porn but I totally blanked out every one of them and couldn't remember 
what any of those girls had done to their guy while they sucked them.  It 
didn't seem to bother my dad, though.

"Oh god Kelly, that feels so good, "he moaned, "You have no idea how long 
I've been waiting for you to do this."

Actually, I knew EXACTLY how long he had been waiting.  It was like the 
light bulb went off over my head and suddenly everything started to make 
sense.   Eight years earlier, in almost this exact same spot, I had 
played with my dad's dick using only my hands until he came.  At the time 
I had no idea what I was doing and absolutely NO sexual awareness.  My 
mom just wanted me to understand why he masturbated since earlier in the 
day I had seen him jerking off for the first time.  While I was stroking 
his dick, he had started to ask me to do something else but my mom 
stopped him.  For the first time in the eight years since, I KNEW what he 
wanted me to do.  FINALLY I was fulfilling his wishes.

My dad's dick felt so good in my mouth! No wonder so many girls liked 
doing this!


Chapter 4 - My Dad Takes My Virginity
=====================================

Suddenly he pushed my head back off his dick and I looked up at him and 
our eyes met.  That same strange look was there, only more intense if 
anything.   It was like he was looking at me in a while new way, seeing 
me as he had never seen me before.  Then he put his hands on his 
shoulders and pushed me back onto my back.

"What do you want me to do daddy?" I started to ask him.  I felt confused 
and uncertain.  Didn't he like the blowjob I was giving him? Was there 
something I hadn't done right? It certainly wasn't like I had any 
experience to fall back on.

"It's OK baby, don't worry," he assured me, "Here... turn more on your 
side."

I let him position me the way he wanted as he laid down behind me and 
pushed himself in tight against me.  I could feel his erect dick poking 
me like a stick against my bare butt, rubbing up and down my ass as he 
wrapped his strong arms around me and cupped my tiny breasts.  Then he 
reached down and lifted my leg up and back as he pushed his own leg in 
between mine.  Without a word between us, I felt his dick suddenly 
pressing against my crotch.  I looked down and my heart skipped a beat 
when I saw the head of my dad's dick rubbing up and down the outside of 
my pussy.

"God, your body feels so soft and smooth," he whispered in my ear, 
kissing my neck and licking me with his tongue, "You’re such a beautiful, 
sexy little girl."

When you're just fourteen and your body is making that transition from 
being a little girl to a young teenager, your self-confidence is always 
an issue.   I look in my bedroom mirror and see a skinny girl with hardly 
any boobs and just a light covering of fuzz over her pussy while inside I 
feel these incredible needs and desires.  When I look at myself I wonder 
who could possibly see me this way and want to give me what I wanted so 
desperately to have? I felt trapped, like I was this ultra-horny sexy 
woman locked inside the body of a flat-chested girl that gave no hint to 
the emotions and feelings within her.

The reason I say all that is to try and help people understand why I felt 
so special and wonderful at this moment.  If there was one man I 
respected and loved more than anyone in the world, it was my dad.  I 
don't mean like I wanted him as a boyfriend or anything weird like that.  
I just feel like he is the most wonderful man in the entire world and I 
would do anything to please him and make him happy.  For this man to tell 
me I was sexy, to lust for me and want me to suck his cock, well that was 
about the biggest moment in my life!

"Oh daddy, I love you," was all I managed to say.

What I REALLY wanted to tell him was how good he was making me feel at 
this moment.  How secure I felt in his arms.  How sexy I felt laying 
there with the taste of his dick fresh in my mouth.  How sensual it was 
to feel his stiff dick pressing against my hungry pussy, as if he wanted 
to actually fuck me.  I could have stayed like this forever!

As my dad rubbed his dick up and down my pussy I could feel it tingle 
inside.   I wanted to reach down and rub myself but his hand went there 
first.  OMG, to feel him touching my clit while his cock pressed up 
against my pussy hole!  What more could I ask for?

My dad was grinding his crotch into my little butt as he worked his dick 
around my pussy.  Then he poked his finger into my pussy hole, using my 
wetness to make my entire pussy slippery and easier for him to rub it.  
Even his dick was getting covered with my pussy juices, letting it start 
to slip between my pussy lips more rather than just over the outside. His 
fingers spread me apart, making it easier for his dick to slide up and 
down my slit until he started to press his dick up against my wet pussy 
hole and I felt the pressure increase as he pushed a little harder.

"Daddy?" I questioned him.

What was he trying to do? It was like he was trying to push his dick 
INSIDE of me.  OMG, did my dad really want to FUCK me? I knew he liked 
touching me and playing with me, but FUCK me? My own father?

"It's OK baby, just let me do everything," he murmured gently to me, 
"I've wanted to do this for a long time now."

"Daddy? Are you trying to fuck me?" I asked incredulously.

Sure they did this in his porn movies but those were just actors.  I'd 
never heard of a REAL father fucking his daughter before.  OK, maybe in 
the papers and news but those were always bad.  Could a father REALLY 
fuck his own daughter this way?

"Yes baby, daddy want to fuck his little girl... I want to do it SO god 
damn bad," he said a little more forcefully this time/

To be sure, it wasn't that I didn't want him to fuck me.  Quite the 
contrary.   I was just shocked and overwhelmed that HE actually wanted to 
do me.  I had been wanting so badly to do it and here along my own father 
had been wanting to do me and I never knew it! Talk about ironic.

"Oh daddy," I moaned as his cock pressed even harder against my tight 
pussy hole, "I want it too... I want you to fuck me daddy."

Little did I know at the time but I had spoken those magic words that 
every man wants to hear, "I want you to fuck me." It was like it set 
something off in him and no sooner did the words leave my mouth than he 
thrust even harder and this time I felt my pussy open up and his cock 
head forced its way inside of me.  God, it like I was being split apart!

"It hurts daddy," I said in more of a whimper than a moan.

"It will be OK, Kelly," he assured me in his deep voice, "It will hurt a 
little at first but don't worry, I promise it will feel better soon."

My dad's dick wasn't exactly the biggest in the world, about average I 
would say based on the movies and magazines he kept around.  Even so, it 
was like this monstrous pole was being shoved up my crotch, stretching my 
pussy apart relentlessly as he kept pushing his dick into me further.  
His arms squeezed me tight into his chest and one arm held my leg up even 
higher to make it easier for him to enter me.

"OK, baby, just a little more," he warned me as suddenly he thrust 
himself into me with such force he drove his dick entirely into me until 
the base of it hit my crotch.

I cried out in pain as he took my virginity, like a knife had suddenly 
stabbed me inside with the sharpest pain I had ever felt.  God it hurt!

"That's my girl, you're mine now," he said soothingly to me, leaving his 
cock still inside of me.

I looked down and saw the strangest sight I had ever seen – my dad's cock 
was nowhere to be seen..  All I could see was the base of his dick 
pressed up against me with his thick pubic hair squeezed in between us.  
The pain was going away quickly as inside of me I could feel his 
throbbing dick as it filled my little pussy.  OMG, I wasn't a virgin 
anymore – and my own father was the one to take it from me.

As the pain dissipated, my body relaxed and my dad must have felt it as 
he started to move his dick inside of me.  It wasn't like he was stroking 
it so much as rotating his hips such that his dick moved around like it 
was stirring my pussy.

At first the pain started to intensify again but then as he kept moving 
slowly inside of me I started to feel a sense of pleasure that I had 
never experienced before.  It wasn't the intense shots of pleasure that I 
got when I played with my clit.  This was different, more intimate, more 
fulfilling.   My father was literally mating with me, joined together 
with me as much as any two people can ever be.  My god, a part of him was 
actually INSIDE of me right now.

"Feeling better?" he asked gently as his movements changed to where he 
started to pull his dick out of me slightly and then pushed it back all 
the way in again.

"Oh daddy; it feel so much better now.," I moaned, "I love what you're 
doing now."

Indeed I did.  It was like with each stroke the pleasure replaced the 
pain a little more.  Each time he would pull out just a little bit 
further before thrusting himself back into me again.  He was doing it so 
slowly, so deliberately, like he was trying to make it last as long as 
possible for both if us.  Finally it got to where his cock head was all 
that stayed in me when he pulled out and then I felt the entire length of 
his dick push into me inch by inch until once again I had my dad's dick 
buried in my pussy.

"Fuck me daddy," I begged him, "Keep fucking me."

"Yes baby, I want to fuck you too."

"It feels so good now... so much better."

"God you're so tight... I can't believe how tight your perfect pussy is."

Then he dropped my leg and pulled himself out of me.  The feeling when 
his cock left my pussy was indescribable.  It was like something was 
missing, like a part of me had been taken away.  His cock belonged in my 
pussy, I WANTED it back in my pussy.

"Daddy, why did you stop?" I whined.

I soon found out as he rolled me on my back and spread my thin legs apart 
before moving in between them and over me.  He was so much bigger than me 
it was like I was about to be suffocated but he held himself up and off 
of me.   I felt his hand reach down and guide his dick back to my pussy.  
Without a word he pressed himself into me.  I was still so tight he had 
to press really hard but this time when his cock finally moved into me, 
the pain wasn't nearly as intense as it had been the first time.  All 
that mattered to me was that he was back inside of me again.

"Oh daddy, I want you back in me."

I lifted my legs up and tried to wrap them around him as best I could.  
He started to fuck me harder and faster, thrusting himself in and out of 
me like a piston.

"Oh god Kelly, I'm gonna cum!"

When he first said it I assumed he meant to warn me that he would be 
pulling out of me soon, after all, I wasn't on the pill or anything and 
he wasn't wearing a condom.  As much as I loved my father and I LOVED him 
fucking me, I wasn't interested in bearing his child.  Whether or not he 
felt the same way, at this moment I don't think it mattered.  My dad was 
fucking me and nothing was going to stop him at this point from doing 
whatever he wanted, certainly not me.

"Oh fuck, here it cums baby," my dad moaned as he drove his dick into me 
as deep as he could.

I felt my father's hips jerk as he pushed himself just a little bit 
deeper and then I felt it.  I always wondered what it would feel like to 
have a man cum inside my pussy.  Would I feel it at all for that matter?

Now I finally knew.  It wasn't anything spectacular, just this feeling of 
warmth deep in my gut that soon disappeared, only to be followed by 
another and then another.  My mind was overwhelmed at the thought of what 
each of those feelings represented.  Wow, my father was filling his own 
daughter's pussy with his sperm! What single act could possibly ever 
demonstrate his love for me than what he was doing at this instant? How 
much more could a father do for his daughter than to give her his seed?

When he had finished, my dad just held himself inside of me, his cock 
still buried all the way inside of me as he reached down and kissed me.  
Our tongues met and for a few moments I had two parts of my dad inside of 
me – his dick in my pussy and his tongue in my mouth.  I have to say, I 
loved the feeling of his dick in me the most.  As our lips parted I felt 
him start to pull out of me but I tried to pull him back with my legs.

"Stay in me longer daddy," I begged him, “I don't want you to leave me 
yet."

"If that's what you want baby," he said with a smile as he pressed 
himself back in all the way once again.

His dick was softening and didn't fill me nearly as much as it did before 
he had com but there something reassuring about having it in me.

"You know, you can have it any time you want," he assured me.

"I love you daddy."

"And I love you too Kelly."

"What will mom say about this? Are you going to tell her?"

My dad grinned and I saw his look up to the second floor above us.  I 
followed his eyes and there in my bedroom window I could make out my mom 
looking down at us, smiling.

"I think she already knows baby."

THE END


  
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