Subject: If My Daddy Had Been My First (Mf, oral, incest)
Author: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
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Summary:
Who hasn't dreamed of going back in time so you could something differently?
The one thing that I regret the most in my past was not giving my virginity to
my father. It wasn't a deliberate decision on my part as 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. Even so, I don't think I'll ever fully purge the guilt I
feel whenever I think about it.
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…
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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 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 was not 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 these
days 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 man's 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 am quite comfortable with. I
started touching myself (at least for sexual purposes) when I was almost twelve
and once I got started there was no going 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 had 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 laying 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 couldn't
remember wearing a swim suit in our hot tub ever in my life! One thing I
noticed the past couple of years though, and that was how incredible the jets
felt when they were directed in just the right places. Yep, they beat the poor
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 to my side and leaned
back. My favorite spot in the tub was on the side I was laying. It 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 had positioned such that it directed the water straight
at me and if I spread my legs apart it would hit my pussy dead-on. It was that
jet I focused on at this moment and 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 one 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 an assist 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. 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. My than anything I wanted to cry out for
him 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!
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 lover. Then it was like his finger pushed its way inside of me
and it was then 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, not forgetting but at least not caring. It wasn't the first time
they seen me do this and I was sure it wouldn't be the last.
"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!"
"Awwwww, do you really want me to stop?" he responded softly, a sexy gentleness
to his voice I'd never heard before.
Well duh! Of course I didn't want him to stop. What he was doing made me feel
incredible! On the other hand, he was my DAD for goodness sakes! Why was he
touching ME? I looked for my mom but saw that 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. What 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 we shared our first "real" kiss.
"There… that wasn't so hard, was it?" he murmured as out 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 his wet nude body against mine, feeling a man's nakedness fully
against me for the first time in my life. Sure I had felt him before when I
would sometimes sleep with my parents, but this was different…a LOT different.
Wondering 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 torso and down between my
legs once again. As I felt his hand approach my crotch, I spread my legs apart
for him so he could reach my pussy more easily.
"Mmmmmm, 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 laying 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.
"Mmmmmm, 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.
"I love you Kelly," he 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, I opened my eyes and stared at him. He was breathing hard and his
eyes had a look in them I'd never seen before. I felt him thrust his hips into
me, driving his erect cock harder into my smooth leg, rubbing it along me as he
rubbed himself against me. Suddenly I knew what he wanted. My god, my dad
wanted to have sex with me!
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 had never even fantasized about 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. Memories of him
masturbating after I would start 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.
"Show me how much you love me." 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. He
kept pushing it in until I fit 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 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! But then 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 are 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 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 love 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."
If Daddy Had Been My First