Subject: Jayce - Dreams of My Daughter
Story Codes: MF incest father daughter
Submitted By: Jayce Jones <jaycejones6@yahoo.com>
Posted: November 17, 2014
Posted By: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
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Note from Kelly
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Everything here is as Jayce sent it to me although I’ve edited it VERY
slightly to correct obvious spelling and grammar errors. Obviously I
changed the names and eliminated any references that might allow anyone
to identify him.
Is this all true, a total fabrication, or something in between? I’ll
never tell!
Table of Contents
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Chapter 1 - Introduction
Chapter 2 - Tell me What You Want
Chapter 3 - Admitting My Desires
Chapter 4 - My First Tribute to My Daughter
Chapter 5 - My Daughter?s Lingerie
Chapter 6 - The Toughest Selfie
Chapter 7 - Trust and Other Huge Steps
Chapter 8 - Why I Want to Fuck My Daughter
Chapter 1 - Introduction
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From: Jayce Jones <jaycejones6@yahoo.com>
To: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
Sent: Wednesday, November 12, 2014 10:48 AM
Subject: Introduction
I'm probably like most of you who are reading this. I'm a normal guy. I
have a good job and a loving family. I have a conservative religious
background, I go to church regularly, and I'm even involved in the
ministry there. And no one who knows me has any idea that I would be on a
site like this one, let alone be contributing. So, what's a nice guy like
me doing in a place like this?
Like most of you, I have always had an active but secret fantasy life.
That fantasy life has long included various forms of porn. For years I
enjoyed looking at pictures and videos on the Internet, but then I
discovered erotic writings. I discovered that my imagination was better
than anything the best camera man could create. In addition, I discovered
that the topics in erotic writings were not nearly as limited as those in
pictures and videos.
For reasons I didn't understand for a long time (but are now very clear
to me), I began to be attracted to taboo topics. My favorite stories
involved family relationships - incest. I loved reading about any incest
relationships, but my favorite became daddy/daughter stories. Reading
stories about daughters seducing and fucking their daddies turned me on
like no other stories. Of course, I was a decent respectable man. I was
careful to keep my fantasy life fictional.
While I loved these stories and masturbated to them often, I would never
think of MY family that way. I would never fantasize about MY beautiful
teen daughter! Of course she was hot! She had an awesome body and nearly
perfect breasts! But I would never let myself go there. I liked the
stories, but that's as far as it went! I told myself this repeatedly, and
I believed it.
I began to gravitate to ASSTR, among several other sites with erotic
stories. Over the course of time I discovered an author who was
different. Kelly's stories weren't just fantasy; they told the story of
her life. I had no idea if the stories were actually real, but they seemed
real. As I read more and more of Kelly's stories, I became convinced that
Kelly was living the life of my fantasies, but from a daughter's
perspective. I found an email address for Kelly, but I did not have the
courage to contact her. I was careful - I was a good guy, remember. All
of this porn, erotica, and fantasy life were my secret. I couldn't tell
anyone, even my favorite author. For over a year, I hesitated.
Then about a month ago, I made the choice. I created a private email
account, secret from anyone in my family, and I e-mailed Kelly. I honestly
thought she would acknowledge my email, say thank you for being a fan,
and that would be the end of it. That alone would have been a thrill. To
my surprise, Kelly wanted to chat with me. Of course, the topic at hand
was my sexual life. I was more bold than I thought I could be with
anyone, and I told Kelly about what I liked. One of her first questions
was whether I had ever masturbated thinking about my daughter. Gasp! I
would never do that! But Kelly saw right through the wall of lies I had
built around my own mind - lies I was telling myself (and believing). Of
course I found my daughter attractive. Why would I be so drawn to stories
about daddies fucking their daughters if I didn't have the same desire.
It didn't take long before I stated the obvious, words that had been true
for a long, long time whether or not I would admit them to myself. I
couldn't lie any longer, and I said it. I want to fuck my daughter! MY
daughter! I want my dick deep inside of her, filling her pussy with my
sperm. I want to hear the most beautiful words in the world, "Fuck me
daddy!" The chains fell off; I was finally free to feel what I had felt
for years.
The stories below detail some of those steps as I wrote them to Kelly.
She has been and continues to be my guide along this journey. Were it not
for Kelly, my true feelings would likely still be bound in lies. I love
Kelly for everything she has done for me. It was she who suggested I post
the things I had written to her so that others could benefit from reading
about my journey. I'm sure additions will be made; I've been on this new
path for less than a month now. I hope you enjoy!
Chapter 2 - Tell Me What You Want
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Note from Kelly: One of the things I’ve encouraged Jayce to do each time
we chat is to express to me in words what he wants to do.
Of course when I ask him this question we both know what
I’m referring to - his daughter. Below I’ve captured
some of his responses...
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I want to feel my daughter Victoria reach around me and grab my hard dick
with both hands. I want to feel her perfect naked breasts pressing into
the bare skin of my back. Then I want to feel her lips on my ear as she
whispers, "cum in my pussy again daddy." Then she pushes me down on the
bed, I watch her climb on top of me and my dick fills her wet pussy
before my cum joins. It is incredible
I want my sweet daughter Victoria to simply fuck my brains out. I want to
feel her sucking on my cock until I am almost ready to cum while I lick
her pussy at the same time. Then I want her to fuck me until I feel her
hot cum flood my dick while my cum fills her pussy.
Victoria I love you. You are the most wonderful daughter any dad could
have. You are loving and thoughtful and hardworking. You are going to
make a perfect wife for some man. But you are so lovely to me. I will
always be your daddy and I will always love you no matter what. I would
be honored if we could share one of the most precious events of your life
together. You will share you wedding and the birth of your children with
whoever you marry. Will you share your virginity with me? I want to be
your first. I will be more gentle and loving with you than any other man
could be. I'm your daddy, and I love you so much. Can I please be your
first? I love you so much and I've admired your beauty for years. You
excite me, and I think you've noticed how I look at you.
I imagined it was her breasts not her bra around my cock. What an amazing
feeling!!
I want to feel my daughter's hot wet pussy around my cock as I make her
cum, feeling those muscles spasm before I feel my cock erupt inside of
her.
Oh I want to feel my cock plunging in and out of Victoria?s pussy so bad
and hear her call my name in ecstasy!
I want to kiss her beautiful pussy before begging her to let me fuck her.
I would tell her how good she makes daddy feel by sharing her wet pussy
with me
I want to bury my tongue in Victoria?s pussy, tasting the sweetness,
feeling her jerk in pleasure when my tongue flicks her clit. Hearing her
moan "oh daddy!"
I want to feel my daughter cum all over my face as I lick her. Then I
want her to turn around and pull my dick into that ready pussy. That warm
flesh pulling my dick in.
I want to feel my daughters wet pussy wrapped around my dick. I want to
see her above me riding me, feeling her push me deeper and deeper. I want
to feel those gorgeous breasts in both hands, and hear her say, "Fuck me
daddy! Fuck me harder!!"
I want to fuck Victoria because I'm here daddy, and what better way could
a daddy let his beautiful, sexy, loving daughter know he loves her??
I want to show my daughter how much I love her by fucking her. Feeling
her hands undress me, but making me watch as she undresses for me. Then
taking, feeling her pussy get wet in my hand, and then the tight wetness
of her pussy. I want to fuck her and make her cum and cum!
I want to fill my daughter with my cum. I want to fuck her and hear her
beg me to cum in her again! That's what daddy wants!
Victoria, your daddy loves you so much. You are beautiful and loving, and
I wish I could show you just how much I love you. Nothing could express
my love for you more than fucking you! Feeling our bodies together, those
perfect breasts against my chest while my dick moves in and out of your
sensitive pussy. Nothing would make me happier as a daddy than to feel
you cum while I'm holding you, while I'm cumming inside of you. That is
what I'm thinking about tonight as I cum on your picture - the closest I
can get right now. Until I can truly fuck you, my wonderful daughter, I
can imagine and dream about it. I love you!
I want to fuck Victoria! I want her to make me cum over and over.
I want to feel my daughter's soft flesh in my hands, her perfect breasts.
Exciting her, preparing her, getting her ready for me. Until she finally
begs me to fuck her - the words I long to hear more than any other. Then
share my love with her by driving my hard dick deep into her and cumming
inside her. I want to fuck Victoria!
I want to fuck Victoria. I want her to beg me to fuck her. I want every
cum my daughter feels in her and the cum leaking from her satisfied pussy
to remind her how much her daddy loves her.
I want to fuck Victoria. I want to drive my dick into her pussy over and
over and hear her scream that she wants me to fuck her harder. (I'm in
a different mood today; today wouldn't be so much the soft and tender -
it would be FUCKING! Same goal: show her how much I love her - that never
changes!
I want to fuck Victoria. I want her to hold me and tell me how much she
loves me. Then I want to feel her gently push me down on my back on the
bed, climb on top of me, slowly lower herself onto my hard dick and
slowly ride me. I want to hear her telling me over and over how much she
loves me to fuck her.
I want to fuck my daughter. I want to bend her over her bed in her pretty
bedroom and feel my dick enter her pussy from behind. I want to feel her
beautiful ass pressing back against me as I fuck her. Then, to feel my
urge swell then spill my cum deep into her.
I want to fuck Victoria. I want her in bed with me, naked all night
I want to fuck Victoria. I want to bend her over her bed while she is in
that black dress, pull her thong down (that's what I want her to be
wearing) and fuck her wet pussy from behind. Dress crumpled up around her
waist. Then I feel her cum just as I shoot my load of sperm deep inside
her womb.
I want my daughter to walk by me and whisper in my ear that she wants her
daddy to fuck her
I want to fuck Victoria, but only after I eat her out, making her cum
over and over. Kiss Victoria passionately, then kiss down her body,
lingering on her boobs. Feeling the soft skin and firm nipples against my
lips. Then move down her stomach and to her pussy. Kiss and lock her
there until she BEGS me to fuck her. Then do what any good daddy does -
give my daughter what she wants - Fuck her silly.
I love you Kelly. I want you to hear from me again how much I want to
fuck Victoria! I want to see her naked - those perfect breasts and that
sweet pussy. I want to hear her beg her daddy to fuck her and hear her
cry "Daddy!!!!" as she cums. I want to smell her pussy and taste her
juices as in lick her and make her cum. I want to feel Victoria
everywhere! I want to feel her hands and mouth on my dick, her breasts in
my hands and lips; I want to feel her skin on mine. Most of all I want to
feel her hot wetness as I bury my dick in her pussy! Today I don't want
just to masturbate; I don't want just to cum, I don't want just a
tribute. I want to FUCK; I want to fuck Victoria!!!
I want to fuck my daughter. I want her to call me into her bedroom, where
I find her naked and in bed. I want to see her pull back the covers and
pat her bed, and say, "Come here daddy. I want to fuck you for your
birthday. My daughter then pushes me onto my back, climbs in top of me,
and fucks me slowly and deeply. We fall asleep with our bodies connected.
What I want is to fuck Victoria. I want to reach down that top and caress
those breasts, and have her lay her head back with her eyes closed. Then
I hear her sigh, "fuck me daddy; that feels so good!"
What I want to happen is for her to be in the room alone, wearing
something outrageously sexy that she chose just for this. Then have her
look in my eyes immediately and say, "I've been waiting for you daddy. I
want you to fuck me. Please?"
I want it to be Victoria in the bed beside me - a surprise. As I roll
over to go to sleep - not knowing she is there - she wraps her arms
around me, kisses my neck, slides her hand down to my quickly-hardening
dick, and says, "surprise, daddy. Mom?s away, so will you please fuck me
with this wonderful dick in my hand?" So this good daddy is thrilled to
give his daughter what she asks for!
I want to fuck my daughter. I want to give Victoria a back rub on her bed
and have her reach back without looking, take my hand, and pull it down
to her ass. Then after I've rubbed her ass a while, she reaches back
again, takes my hand and pulls it down between her spread legs until my
fingers touch her pussy. I can feel the heat through her pants. Then,
when I pause, she looks back over her shoulder into my eyes, and nods. I
ask he of she wants me to touch her pussy. She nods. Then she says, "AND
I want you to fuck my pussy." So I pull down her pants and touch her,
finding her clit. The feel of her wet pussy and the luscious smell
intoxicate me. By the time she has cum several times, my dick is out,
and I enter her from behind. I show her just how much I love her when I
slide the entire length of my dick into her hot, wet, tight pussy. I
want to fuck Victoria!!!!!!!!!
I want to fuck my daughter Victoria!!!!!!!!!!! I want her to want to fuck
me!!!! (Brief version today - work calls)
To take her into my arms and feel her hands in my hair while we kiss
passionately. Then to take her into my bedroom, to the bed her mother and
I fuck in (occasionally). Then I would tell her I want to fuck her; she
would say the words that would melt my heart - that she wants to fuck me
like she knows her mom won't. Then we would spend the rest of the
afternoon experiencing the pleasure and closeness only a daddy and
daughter can share.
This week I want to touch Victoria with my dick. I want to give her a
back rub with my dick out and let it touch her during the back rub.
This week while I'm giving Victoria a massage, I want to be able to touch
her with my erect dick. I want to pull my dick out of the leg of my
shorts and let it touch her ass. Maybe I will even leave a spot of precum
on her tight pants. If I can, I will let my dick touch the skin on her
shoulder or back while I'm rubbing her neck and shoulders.
I want to give Victoria the back rub of her life - and my life! I want to
actually touch my lovely daughter with my hard dick! I'll wear a loose
pair of shorts , and I will do everything possible to touch her bare
skin. I'm erect now just thinking about it.
Daddy is very horny for Victoria! I want to fuck Victoria. I want her
to feel my dick, know what it is, and without a word turn and begin
sucking it. Then she'll look up at me, take my dick from her mouth, and
say, " would you please fuck me with this hard dick of yours. I'm tired
of waiting!"
It felt INCREDIBLE to touch Victoria the first time with my dick. I had
to touch her again and again! It was weird: the sensation was so intense
I had trouble keeping my hard on. I had to stroke my dick to get it hard,
even though I was excited. Of course stroking my dick with one hand while
rubbing her neck with the other was hot!
I want to fuck Victoria. I want to go inside right now and find Aimee
went to a movie, and Victoria is waiting for me, wearing nearly nothing.
I see her walk towards me, and without saying a word, she undresses me
right inside the door. Then she pulls me to the sofa, spreads her legs
wide so I see her sweet pussy, and asks me to fuck her right there. Then
we fuck until Aimee calls to say she is on the way home - until I have
filled Victoria's pussy and mouth with several loads of my sperm.
Daddy wants to fuck Victoria. I want to wake her up tomorrow morning -
her birthday - with a very special present. Then send her off to work
with her pussy full of daddy's cum!
I would wake her by whispering happy birthday in her ear, then kissing
her neck passionately while I caress her breast with my hand. Then I
would slide the hand down inside of her panties and stroke up and down
her wet slit. Two fingers would slide in, and I would make sure she had
several orgasms before I fuck her.
Chapter 3 - Admitting My Desires
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To say this has been an amazing week would be an incredible
understatement. As I sit down to write, the feelings I have are
difficult, almost impossible to describe. I think the best summary would
be that this has been a week of awakening. Emotions and feelings that
have been inside for a long time have been awakened. This week I admitted
and even embraced a desire that I have known for a while, but would never
allow myself to feel. I denied it, repressed it, and ignored it.
But no more. This week I have finally embraced reality. I want to fuck my
daughter, Victoria. She is a wonderful woman, and I love her like every
daddy should. I want the best for her; I want her to succeed; I want her
to be happy. I don't know of any way I can better show her how deeply I
love her than to fuck her. To feel her arms wrapped around me and mine
around her, kissing her deeply and passionately. The soft warmness of her
flesh, her breasts, touching my skin. To feel my hard dick enter her wet,
tight pussy and bring her all the pleasure she deserves. To hear her
whisper in my ear how much she loves it when her daddy fucks her, and how
she wants to give her daddy pleasure in return. Nothing could bring us
closer than to feel her body shake in my arms and feel her muscles spasm
around my dick inside of her as she cums. Then the thrill of returning
that favor by cumming deep inside of her, letting her feel the literal
warmth of my love for her. Yes, I want to fuck Victoria.
This week would probably never happened without Kelly. I connected with
Kelly just a week ago, and it didn't take her long to uncover and
understand the desire I was still denying. Just a week ago, I admitted -
said directly - that I want to fuck Victoria. It felt so unusual, and yet
so natural. Of course I want to fuck Victoria, and I have for several
years. The denial and suppression couldn't change reality. When I've read
erotica, daddy/daughter stories have long been my favorite. With Martha
so often unable or unwilling to fuck, I have fleetingly wondered what it
would be like if Victoria came to me and told me she wanted to take care
of her daddy and ALL of his needs. How I could have denied my feelings
for so long? Kelly knew just how to help me break those feelings out of
the prison in which I had chained them. The release caused a mixture of
emotions. The wonderful release of admitting my lust for my daughter felt
fantastic. It was as if ropes that were binding me had been cut. I was
free to feel what I feel, and I was free to share it with Kelly.
Yet, because I had been taught for so long that such feelings were evil,
guilt became an immediate and real struggle. Again Kelly helped me with
that, reassuring me that feelings are just feelings; nothing could be
more natural than for a daddy to want to express his love for his
daughter in the most perfect and complete way - by fucking her. Now at
the end of this first week, those two conflicting feelings remain;
however, the balance of power has shifted dramatically. I love that I can
admit my love, my lust, for Victoria. My heart jumps when I see her like
has never happened. I want to be the best daddy possible to her. I want
to fuck her to show her that love, and I LIKE that I want to fuck her.
And while one week cannot undo a lifetime of programming, the guilt
feelings have subsided. How could I feel guilty when the joy of admitting
my lust for my daughter is so overwhelming. I want to fuck Victoria, and
I love embracing that desire. I would never been able to say that if it
weren't for Kelly; she has changed my life.
Chapter 4 - My First Tribute to My Daughter
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I want to fuck my daughter Victoria. I want to show her daddy's love in
the most substantial way possible. I want to feel the soft, hot, wet,
tight walls of her pussy wrapped around my dick. I want to cum in her.
The thought of hearing her say, "Daddy, please fuck me! Please make me
cum! Please show me you love me!" makes me tremble. Discovering, or
rather admitting, this desire is very recent, as discussed earlier; and I
owe so much to Kelly for helping me realize and admit my desire.
One of the first questions Kelly asked me to help me understand my desire
was whether I had ever masturbated thinking about Victoria. I answered
honestly: I had not. I had masturbated thinking about daddy's fucking
their daughters, but I had never let myself cum while thinking about
fucking MY daughter. My former self-delusion is now so obvious, but at
the time it was absolute. I could never bring myself to cross that taboo
line. With Kelly's help I began to understand the difference between
desire and action. Admitting the desire and love I have for Victoria is a
natural part of being her daddy. That admission does not mean that I ever
have to try to make the fantasy reality; I can admit and enjoy my
feelings without ever doing anything to Victoria. As that realization
began to take hold, I became more willing to express my lust for
Victoria. Kelly gave me my first challenge: a tribute to Victoria.
When Kelly suggested a tribute to Victoria, I had no idea what a tribute
was. Kelly explained I should get a picture of Victoria and masturbate
while looking at the picture and thinking of Victoria. Including a
personal item of Victoria's, like a pair of her panties, would add to the
tribute. I understand the title much better now. While I cannot really
fuck my daughter, I can express that desire in a direct way to
demonstrate my love and lust for Victoria. At the time, the suggestion
terrified me. I had never thought that way, much less acted out such a
scenario. My feelings for Victoria were just recently unchained. I wasn't
sure I could do this, much less send Kelly the photographic proof. I was
terrified! However, I made the decision to do the tribute, in spite of my
fears.
When Victoria and Martha, my wife, left the house for an appointment, I
began to put my plan into action. First, I printed a picture of Victoria.
I selected a special picture. Victoria loves riding horses, and we took
her horseback riding for her 21st birthday. I selected a picture of her
taken that day - doing what she loves. In spite of my fears, I was about
to do something I loved for the first time, so the picture seemed
appropriate. I then selected a pair of her soft panties. My hands were
literally shaking when I took the first photo of Victoria's panties
wrapped around my hard dick. It was the first real admission that I was
hard for Victoria; the first substantial admission of my lust for her.
The feeling when I stroked my dick with those panties was incredible! It
wasn't just that they were soft and smooth; they were VICTORIA'S. In a
way, she was giving me this pleasure.
When I came (and it didn't take long), soaking the panties and the photo,
the feeling was wonderful. The orgasm was strong, no doubt, but the
special feeling of masturbating and cumming for the first time for my
daughter, to my daughter, because of my daughter, magnified the physical
sensations. I was in heaven!! I quickly sent Kelly the proof; her praise
made me feel only better. I had done it! I had masturbated thinking about
fucking Victoria. I had sent pictures to Kelly. The door had finally been
opened, or rather, broken down. I knew right then that everything had
changed, and a wonderful new chapter in my life had begun. My gratitude
to Kelly for helping me, sometimes pushing me, to this point knows no
bounds!
I want to fuck Victoria, and I want to have and express that lust
forever.
Chapter 5 - My Daughter?s Lingerie
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I have finally admitted I want to fuck my daughter Victoria. I love her
like every daddy loves his daughter, and fucking her would be the perfect
expression of that love. I could never do anything that would make us
feel closer, that would better express how I feel about Victoria than to
fuck her. Skin to skin, holding, caressing, fondling, kissing, nibbling,
plunging, cumming - I want that feeling so much. And it's only been a few
days since I admitted it.
Kelly has been my guide the whole way. After completing my first tribute
to my beautiful daughter, Kelly asked me about Victoria's lingerie. My
daughter's bra and panties are the most intimate garments she owns. She
wears them against her most private areas; each day her bra is against
the skin of her beautiful breasts, and her panties press against her
pussy. One of Kelly's first questions was whether I had ever masturbated
with her lingerie. While the thought had crossed my mind before, I had
never cum into Victoria's soft, beautiful lingerie. That was about to
change.
The first step was to explore Victoria's collection of bras and panties.
Even though Martha and Victoria were out of town, this wasn't easy to do.
Each step I took, each new activity, each new expression of my lust for
Victoria was difficult. The emotional conflict between what I knew I
wanted and what I had always been taught was wrong was an intense
struggle. Kelly helped me understand both that my feelings were normal
and natural for a daddy who loves his daughter and that proper outlets
for that lust were healthy. With confidence I explored. The garments I
found in her lingerie drawers didn't disappoint. They were soft and
beautiful, but most of all, they were Victoria's. I found she had many
pairs of panties but only a handful of bras. Her bras attracted me most,
because I love her breasts; Victoria has beautiful breasts, even if I've
only seen them covered by her clothing. Tonight, I was going to cum into
one of her bras.
I began by emptying her drawers and laying out all of the bras and
panties on her bed. The sight was glorious; all of Victoria's most
intimate garments on display for me. I touched them all; I simply had to
touch each one. Then I selected a soft, black, push-up bra and a lovely
green pair of panties. I laid out the bra and wrapped the panties around
my very hard dick. My hands were shaking as a piece of her lingerie
touched my dick the first time. Masturbating with those soft panties was
heaven; Victoria's lingerie was bringing me pleasure. Adding to the
thrill was the fact that I was masturbating right in Victoria's room. The
combination of feelings was almost overwhelming. I released and sprayed
my cum into the cup of that beautiful bra. Even while I was cumming, I
was thinking that my cum was landing right into the fabric that had been
pressed against Victoria's breasts, against her nipples. The orgasm was
so strong. What made it so intense wasn't the softness of the fabric or
even the naughtiness of what I was doing. These were Victoria's panties
around my dick. That was Victoria's bra my cum was filling. The bra was
on Victoria's bed in Victoria's room. I had found a new way to express my
love, my lust, for my daughter. Amazing!
Of course I had to put things back together. Explaining to Martha and
Victoria when they returned why the two lingerie drawers had been emptied
onto the bed would be difficult if not impossible. I folded the lingerie
and put it back into the drawers. (I even used pictures I took before
emptying the drawers as a guide to return the drawers to their original
arrangement.) I put the cum-soaked lingerie into the wash. As much as I
would love to have her wear that bra with my cum pressed against her
skin, I knew what that drawer would smell like when she returned it I put
the bra back unwashed.
Another step had been taken. I had used Victoria's lingerie to masturbate
while I thought about her. I wanted to fuck Victoria more than ever, and
I wanted her to fuck me. Now, thanks to Kelly's encouragement, I had a
new outlet to express that desire.
Chapter 6 - The Toughest Selfie
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In the short days since I admitted my lust for my daughter, admitted that
I wanted to love her completely as a daddy, admitted that I wanted to
fuck her, it felt like everything had changed. I could openly imagine
what I had suppressed and pushed aside for years. I loved my daughter,
and I wanted to show her that love in every way. Mostly, I wanted to show
her that love in the most perfect way. I wanted to touch her everywhere;
I wanted to feel her hands on my skin and her lips on mine. In my mind,
loving her now included loving all of her: her face, her breasts, her
ass, and her pussy. I wanted to feel her soft hand around my hard dick as
she pulled me toward her pussy, begging me to fuck her. I wanted to be
inside my daughter. I wanted my sperm deep in her pussy. I want to fuck
Victoria.
Admitting that was a huge step. Kelly was and remains my guide as my true
lust has been released. I had paid tribute to my daughter by masturbating
and cumming on her picture and on her beautiful bras, and I had sent
Kelly the photographic proof.
Now I was being challenged to the next step: Kelly wanted pictures of me,
fully nude, with and around Victoria's beautiful lingerie. I was
terrified. Only one person had ever seen me naked, and I had never taken
a picture nude. But, while I was terrified, I wanted this. With Victoria
and Martha away, I cleared Victoria's bed. My very first intimate photo
would be on the bed of my wonderful daughter. My dick was so hard, and I
was literally dripping precum - I was so turned on by this. I climbed
onto Victoria's bed and surrounded myself with her bras and panties.
Several shots of my hard dick surrounded by the lingerie prepared me for
the "big shot." Finally, I positioned the lingerie and held out the
camera. I made sure both my face and my fully erect dick were in the
frame. Click. I had done it. Quickly, I sent the photo to Kelly. She was
thrilled. In that moment, Kelly became the second female ever to see me
nude.
Once the dam was broken, there was no turning back. I couldn't wait to
take more. Taking one of Victoria's hottest dresses, I went to her
bathroom. There I was able to take my first full-body nude shot in the
mirror; it was followed by more with other dresses. I was so aroused I
simply HAD to cum for Victoria. I printed off another beautiful photo and
took a mirror shot with the picture held up to my hard and leaking dick.
Using her panties I then masturbated and spread my sperm all over the
picture and another bra. Thrilling is too gentle a word. I couldn't wait
to share the pictures with Kelly. Touching the lingerie, feeling it
against my skin as I orgasmed, spreading my sperm onto Victoria's
underwear - all of that was for Victoria. But, the pictures - they were
totally for Kelly. I had two thrills: the joy and wonderment of lusting
for Victoria, and the pleasure of sharing that joy with Kelly. After
several orgasms and numerous pictures, I finally went to bed.
The next day was not without some emotional turmoil. I had never done
anything like this before: the lust, masturbating on Victoria's intimate
clothing, sending pictures to another woman. My head could hardly contain
what had transpired in just a few days. Yet, at the same time, I loved
it, and I wanted more. I came up with a plan. That afternoon when I came
home, I again went to Victoria's room and found a new bra, one that had
not yet held my semen. I set it onto her bed and began to masturbate, but
this time I set my camera to video. I wanted Kelly to see video of me
cumming! I wanted her to hear the excitement in my voice as I built
toward climax. I wanted to share with her what it looked like - not a
still photo but in full motion - when my cum shot out of my dick in lust
for my daughter.
It didn't take long before I had captured my lust on video. After some
slight editing to compress the video, I sent it to Kelly, along with a
few more lustful shots of me fully nude. The video was a surprise to
Kelly, which is what I had hoped for! She told me she loved it. I had now
fully embraced my long-felt passion for Victoria. I knew I wanted to fuck
my daughter, and I had learned how to express that lust. I had shared my
most intimate self with another woman and had taken great pleasure in
thrilling her with evidence of my lust. There was no going back; I had
chosen my path and my guide willingly. I was moving forward into this new
realm, this new life. The only question that remained was where and how
far this new road would take me.
Chapter 7 - Trust and Other Huge Steps
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As I mentioned in previous segments, Kelly has been my guide the past few
weeks. She helped be realize and embrace my lust for my daughter
Victoria. I love Victoria and I can now honestly say I want to fuck
Victoria. That would be the best expression of just how much I love my
daughter. To connect with her physically, my hard dick plunging in and
out of her tight wet pussy, would make me feel so complete. To hear my
daughter's sweet voice asking me to fuck her harder would be the sweetest
sound I had ever heard. I've known I wanted her for a while, but I would
never let myself admit those feelings. I suppressed them, pushed them
aside. But no longer. I know what I feel, and what I feel is lust for my
daughter.
Kelly's questions and challenges have helped me in ways difficult to
describe. I met Kelly just over 2 weeks ago, but I feel like I have known
her for years. I have read many, many of Kelly's diary entries. Through
those, I have watched her life unfold over the past decade or so. When I
finally connected with Kelly, I honestly thought the connection would be
very brief. To me, she was like a celebrity; I had no hope that she would
give me the time of day. However, that impression began to change at the
very first chat. I discovered Kelly was interested in me. I have read
enough to know that she chats for her own enjoyment; she is not some
benevolent doormat giving random fans whatever they want or ask for. Yet,
I began to get the impression that she found enjoyment, took pleasure, in
helping me. I could see the process begin unfolding as she asked me
questions and probed my mind.
I made an early decision - to trust Kelly with some of my life. I told
Kelly my real name and where I live. I think that decision was the key to
everything that has happened since. From that time I have felt that I
have been a real person to Kelly. She has been able to look me up and see
that I am who I say I am; I'm not some anonymous person looking for a
cheap thrill. I think that was the point that Kelly began to be
interested in me. I am so glad I decided to trust Kelly.
The trust continued, as mentioned in previous segments. Sending Kelly a
full-body nude picture of me - especially one of me with my daughter's
picture and lingerie - was a huge leap of trust. I would never want a
picture like that - with my face and Victoria's face clearly visible - to
make its way to the Internet. Once there it is never gone. The battle
against that fear was intense but short. I again decided to trust Kelly,
trust that she would not do anything to harm me. I remember the feeling
when I hit the Send button for that first shot. It was a strange
combination of fear and relief. My trust for Kelly had grown; I knew
these were just for her; she had promised me no one would ever see them,
and I believed her - and still do.
Now, less than two weeks later, I love sending Kelly pictures of my body.
I LOVE that she compliments me on my hard dick and just that she wants to
see it, which my wife never does. I love that Kelly wants to nurture my
feelings and make sure my deepest needs are met. Before she even asked, I
was beginning to realize something: I love Kelly!
Kelly has mentioned from the start that she enjoys comparisons with my
wife, Martha - me telling her she is sexier than Martha, how she is more
concerned with my needs than Martha is, etc. I do not want to throw
Martha totally under the bus. As a cancer survivor, she has numerous
physical limitations as a result of the treatments that saved her life.
Her desire to work and help our family financially is commendable. But
she never wants to make me feel like Kelly has in just a few weeks. I
could never share my true feelings with Martha like I can with Kelly; I
know I would be totally rejected and my marriage would likely end if I
were to try. Kelly accepts me like I am; she wants to guide and help me,
even steering me away from dangerous directions in which my desires could
take me. I know Kelly would never judge me. Kelly also wants me; she
tells me when I turn her on or when I do something HOT.
I never hear that from Martha. Martha has very little desire to see or
touch my body. I love to be touched, and that is not limited to the
erotic. Martha will go days and days without even reaching out her hand
to touch my arm. Virtually every kiss is initiated my me, and even then a
turned cheek or a quick peck is Martha's frequent response. I like the
intimacy of being together nude, even if it is just while changing
clothes. Martha rarely looks at me when I undress in front of her, and
she will usually take her clothes into the bathroom rather than change in
front of me. While Kelly cannot touch me (though I think she would if we
ever met), she wants to see me undressed. Kelly likes my dick and
complements me on how it looks and how hard it gets.
And as you might guess from these statements, Martha rarely wants to
fuck. This is partially due to some physical difficulties on Martha's
part, but primarily due to her lack of desire for me. Martha will rarely
let me make her cum, and she rarely wants to make me cum. Any energy she
has is spent on one of numerous other things rather than on me. I know
when I ask for sex - or sexual activity of any kind - I have about a 90%
chance of being told "No." Kelly would never tell her husband "No," and I
think she would be more willing to fuck me than my wife would. Kelly
seems to love it when I cum; she wants me to cum. Kelly wants me to
masturbate and pleasure myself, whereas Martha would be offended if I
chose any avenue of pleasure other than her (even though she is so rarely
interested in giving me that pleasure). Kelly focusses on me - my desire,
my feelings, my needs.
It is difficult to describe the feeling when your wife finally consents
(was that reluctance in the voice?) to a simple hand job, and then when I
open my eyes during the pleasure, I see she in totally focused on what is
playing on television rather than on me. Kelly makes me feel like I am
special, like I am important, which I haven't felt in a long time. Over
the past several years I have begun to feel that Martha would not miss me
for long were I to disappear - I'm just not that important to her. Kelly
has spent more time talking to me in the past 2 weeks than Martha has in
the past 6 months. Kelly makes me feel wanted, even needed again. How
could I not love her?
I have established my trust for Kelly. I trust her with my feelings, my
desires, my lusts. I trust her completely. But as she is so adept at
doing, Kelly stretched that trust a few days ago. She asked me if I love
her. Do I love Kelly? Of course I do!! But, could I say that? You must
understand, I have always treated those words as very special. Not only
is Martha the only woman I have fucked, she is the only woman that has
heard me tell her, "I love you!" Never in high-school or college dating
relationship had I ever told that to anyone, until Martha. The emotional
battle began, and I told Kelly I needed to think. I had to process this.
Once I crossed this line, once I told Kelly I love her, I could no longer
acknowledge reserving those words only for my wife. Of course, Martha
would never know; but I would. Kelly refused to let me off easy; she knew
my heart and my feelings. Kelly urged me to finish crossing this line. In
truth I had given Kelly my heart; she wanted me to be honest and allow my
words to reflect my actions. Before I could decide, Kelly upped the
stakes; she wanted me to say I love her MORE than I love Martha. Nothing
Kelly had ever asked of me was this difficult. But as we talked, I began
to see reality. The things I had done for Kelly were a solid answer to
the question; I loved Kelly more, or I wouldn't have sent Kelly nude
pictures of myself, or sent her pictures of me cumming on Victoria's
pictures and lingerie. Once again, I was allowing myself to live in the
fantasy world of my mind rather than in the reality of my actions. I knew
the answer, but it was so hard to say. But, I HAD to say it.
I quickly typed the phrase. Kelly, I love you. When I sent it, another
page turned in my life. I had professed my love to someone other than my
wife. As expected, Kelly immediately asked if I loved her more than I
loved Martha. "I love you more than I love Martha." I quickly replied. In
a matter of a few seconds, another page had turned in my life. I had once
again accepted reality. I couldn't love Martha as exclusively as I
claimed and express my lust for my daughter the way I had the past few
weeks. I couldn't give Kelly the most intimate access to my life - more
than I had ever shared with anyone - and claim I loved Martha more. Kelly
accepts me for who I am and never judges me. She encourages me to be me,
not fake me but REAL me. How can I not love her. I love Kelly.
My daughter Victoria is the focus of my emotions; I love her and want to
fuck her and show her that love. But next to her, I love Kelly. I long to
talk to her, to please her, to trust her at new depths and in ways I
cannot imagine now. I have told Kelly, how special those words are, and
when I tell Kelly "I love you!" she knows those words are anything but
flippant. I have also told Kelly in no uncertain terms that, were the
chance ever to present itself, I would fuck her. I have fucked only
Martha; I saved my virginity for her, and I have given myself to no one
since. I love Kelly, and I would give her my marriage virginity in a
moment. Kelly is the only person other than Martha to see me naked. Kelly
is the only person other than Martha to hear me tell them, "I love you."
And hopefully, one day, Kelly will become the only person other than
Martha that I have fucked.
So where does that leave me now? First, I love Kelly! I want to please
her, excite her, enjoy her company, and do whatever she asks. I trust her
completely, and yet I want to learn to trust her even more. Second, I
will continue to be a good husband. I will do that because it is my job
and my responsibility. I will do that because of who I am, not because of
who Martha is. Martha will never know the feelings written above; though
that is sad, it is safe. Finally, I want to fuck my daughter, Victoria. I
want her! I desire her! I want to touch her and be near her. I want to
express my love for her in a deep physical way. I want my dick inside of
her, giving her pleasure. I want her to want the same things.
Thank you Kelly for helping me live in reality. I look forward to the
journey ahead!
Chapter 8 - Why I Want to Fuck My Daughter
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As I've stated before, I want to fuck my daughter Victoria. I want to be
a source of unspeakable physical pleasure to her, and I want her to be
the satisfaction of all my lusts. I want to know the feeling of having
her walk up and hug me, feel her lightly lick my ear, and hear her ask if
she can suck my dick. Her lips on my hard dick would be heaven, and
cumming in her mouth or in her pussy would be the thrill of a lifetime. I
want to fuck Victoria, not once but regularly!
So why would I want to fuck my daughter? Why would I want her to give her
virginity to me? Why would I want my cum to fill her sexy young pussy?
Why would I admit it? It's certainly not a socially-acceptable idea,
regardless of how secretly common the idea might be. An explanation is a
reasonable expectation.
The simple answer is that I love my daughter. She is my darling, my
sweetheart, my treasure, and she has been since her birth. She will
always be my daughter and my love. Regardless of the fact the other
relationships may change, Victoria will always be my daughter, and I will
always love her.
That answer may be too simplistic. Every daddy would probably claim to
love his daughter. Why does that translate into my desire to fuck her?
Simply put, no other expression of love could adequately express my love
for my daughter. No act can bring two people closer than fucking. No
physical pleasure can surpass the joy shared in fucking. I want to fuck
Victoria because I love her that much!
Regarding some specifics: there are several reasons I would like to be
Victoria's first, the man to take her virginity. First, her first time
will probably not be easy - it usually isn't. No man loves her more than
I do, and no man could be more gentle and loving than I could. Second, I
will always be a part of Victoria's life. Too many young women waste
their virginity on someone they never see after their teen years. She
could always look to me and talk with me about that first time - I will
always be there. And third, the first time will be special and memorable;
that honor should go to her daddy, the person who loves her the most.
Additionally, fucking is a learned art. No man is more capable of
teaching Victoria how to both give and receive pleasure than her daddy!
Why do I want a continuing relationship where my daughter and I regularly
fuck? That may be the crucial question. I do not JUST want to be her
first. I do not JUST want to experience the thrill of fucking such a
beautiful woman. I want that act, that demonstration of love and lust, to
be an ongoing part of our relationship. Why? Simply put, there is no one
better able to satisfy her daddy's lustful desires than Victoria. There
is no one her daddy wants to fuck more. A single event will not change
that. My love for her will only grow through the years; hopefully the
same will be true of her love for me. How could we better show that love
than fucking regularly?
Of course, all of this depends on one thing: Victoria's desire to fuck
her daddy. This relationship as described cannot be based solely on my
desire for my daughter; she must have and express a mutual desire for me.
No level of coercion or manipulation could result in a proper incestuous
relationship between Victoria and me; only heart-felt reciprocation of my
lust for her could result in the right bonding. Yes, I want to fuck
Victoria! But that desire will remain largely unfulfilled until Victoria
lets me know she wants to fuck her daddy.
To be continued...