Subject: Summer Morning Sex With My Dad
Story Codes: MF F-solo oral inc father daughter
Diary Date: June 1, 2004
Author: Kelly <pghkelly@yahoo.com>
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Summary:
Every family has traditions that make them unique and mine is no different.
This summer our family started a new tradition, one that I doubt many
families have in common but maybe if they did they would be a lot more happy.
Table of Contents:
Chapter 1 – The First Time
Chapter 2 – The Second Time
Chapter 3 – Ready and Waiting
Chapter 4 – Talking It Over With My Mom
Chapter 5 – A Tradition is Started
Chapter 1 – The First Time
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When I was sixteen I came home early from a party and secretly watched from
my bedroom window as my parents made love in the hot tub on our deck.
Although I’d lost my virginity two years earlier and been sexually active
ever since, “sex” and “my parents” were not words I typically used in the
same sentence. This was actually the first time I’d ever seen them having
sex although since I was a little girl I’d seen them both nude and even
masturbate but never anything involving sex.
Surprisingly, I found myself turned on by the experience so afterwards I
flirted and teased my dad terribly to see if he was interested in me in ways
I hadn’t considered before. It didn’t take long before he responded and made
his way to my bedroom where he fucked me for the first time. Granted, this
was a gross simplification of a complex and serious time in my life so I
encourage anyone to read more about it in my other diary entries.
From that day onward, sex with my dad has been a regular part of my daily
routine and even though incest in my family has come to include my mother,
her sister and my cousin, my dad is the one I never turn down no matter when
or where we were. Submitting myself to him as a daughter should to her
father, satisfying his special needs as best I can, feeling the love and
security that can only be expressed though sex, are all things I love to do
more than anything. I especially love it when he cums inside of me, leaving
me with a piece of him in me along with precious memories I’ll always
treasure. It makes me feel sexy and special as only a father who truly loves
and respects his daughter would ever do such things.
Family traditions can start in many ways. We have our Christmas traditions,
birthdays and anniversaries, Mothers and Fathers Days and such which most
people have. This particular “tradition” began the summer I returned home
after my first year away at college.
Although I loved school, being away from my dad for so long had been a tough
adjustment for both of us. What I didn’t know was that he’d started fucking
my younger cousin Kristi shortly after I left for school so he hadn’t been
nearly as bad off as I thought he’d been. Even so, I know he missed having
his own daughter sit on his lap with his stiff cock pushing deep in her
teenage pussy. If there was one advantage I held over everyone else in the
world, I was the only one who could say, “Fuck me daddy” and really mean it!
It all started a couple of weeks into my summer break. One morning I was
sound asleep when I felt something tickling my nose and cheeks. My mind was
cloudy with sleep and I didn't even want to open my eyes so I tried to brush
whatever it was away with my hand. Well, you can imagine my surprise when I
realized it wasn't just an itch or pesky insect but instead it was my dad’s
hard cock rubbing up against my face.
Surprised, to say the least, I tried to open my eyes but all I could see
through the slits was the vague form of my naked father standing next to my
bed. He evidently hadn’t gotten dressed yet as he was till nude from being
in bed (neither my parents or me wore anything to bed normally) and he was
sporting an incredible hard-on!
“Open your mouth baby,” he said softly to me, “I want you to take it.”
Without even really thinking about what he was asking, I obediently opened my
mouth wide and soon felt his dick slip between my lips and then the head
moved into my mouth. At that point my natural female instincts took over and
I began to suck on his cock like a hungry baby on a full bottle.
I don’t know how long he’d been standing there stroking himself as he looked
down at me sleeping, but it must have been quite a while at least as he was
already on the verge of cumming. In fact, apparently all he needed was the
additional coaxing of my wet tongue on him to set him off and almost as soon
as he was in my mouth he unloaded and his warm cum burst from his dick into
my mouth. Laying on my side, the cum collected in my cheek but the first two
shots hit the back of my throat and were threatening to make me choke or gag.
As soon as he finished I let his cock from my mouth and leaned up on one arm
to make it easier to swallow. It took a few gulps but finally it was clear
of my mouth and once I felt better I dropped my head back down on the pillow
and closed my eyes, a satisfied grin on my face. My dad ran his fingers
through my hair gently, something he knew I loved.
“Mmmmmmm Kelly... now that’s the way a good daughter SHOULD say goodbye to
her dad in the morning,” he whispered to me as he kissed me on the cheek.
Despite being suddenly super horny, I was so tired still that I just nodded
back off again and when I awoke later, if it hadn’t been for the distinct
aftertaste of cum in my mouth I would’ve sworn that the entire thing had been
nothing more than a wonderful dream.
My dad didn't say anything about our morning time when he came home later
that night, not even a wink to me. I figured it must’ve been just him being
extra horny that morning and he needed someone to take care of him so who
better to do so than his loving daughter? My mom was NOT a morning person
whatsoever and of all the times I’d heard them making love, I can't hardly
remember any being first thing in the morning.
Chapter 2 – The Second Time
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The next morning I was having the strangest dream about a stranger fucking me
from behind in the middle of a crowded mall. When I woke up with my eyes
tightly shut, it was like I was awake but the dream hadn’t stopped – or was I
still sleeping with some surreal dream still playing? As the fog lifted from
my mind, I realized that I really WAS being fucked from behind and that
indeed, it was no dream at all!
Someone was nestled up behind me as I lay on my side and had lifted my leg up
enough and over theirs to get his dick inside of me! I’d gone to bed late the
night before thanks to a movie I wanted to finish but I hadn’t thought I’d be
so tired the next morning that I wouldn't know it when a guy started fucking
me! There was no doubt who it was. After all, who else would be in my bed
in the morning fucking me? Turning my head, I looked over my shoulder to see
my loving father smiling back at me.
“Morning baby,” he said cheerfully, never missing a beat as he stroked his
dick in and out of me slowly but deliberately. It was if he was greeting me
for breakfast or something, as if this was the most natural way for a girl to
wake.
“Daddy, what are you doing?” I whined just little.
It wasn't that he was hurting me or anything – quite the opposite if
anything. It was just that I still hadn’t quite woken up enough to fully
comprehend all that was happening. It was like I was still half in my dream
except now I realized much of it hadn’t been a dream in the first place.
“Sorry baby, I just couldn't help myself,” my dad replied, “You looked so
damn sexy laying there I just had to fuck you. I was really trying not to
wake you.”
Was he serious? Did he really think he could fuck me and then leave without
ever waking me? Admittedly, it would have been erotic as hell to wake up and
feel his sperm dripping from me and not remember any of it, but that’s not
what happened nor was it reasonable to expect it. Instead, I awoke to find my
own father drilling my pussy with his own personal oil rig. For the moment
all I could do was lay there like a wet rag – well, at least I was wet at one
particular location!
All the while my dad never stopped fucking me and I was finally beginning to
wake up enough to enjoy what he was doing to me when I heard him groan and
then he came in me. My heart skipped a beat, as it always does when my dad
cums in me, when I felt him releasing himself deep inside of me.
When a boyfriend or anyone else cums inside of me, for me it’s all about the
pleasurable feelings it gives me, not to mention avoiding the mess that
would’ve been created had he squirting it all over me instead.
By contrast, when my dad cums in me it’s an entirely different experience for
me. Of course it feels good as physically it’s no different being fucked by
him than anyone else, but an entirely different emotional element is also
present. It’s really hard to describe but in a way, it’s like my father is
mating me. Before you get the wrong idea, I don't mean anything kinky like
he was trying to get me pregnant (I would NEVER want to get pregnant with my
dad), it’s the symbolism of the act that I’m referring to, where the male
dominates the female and leaves his seed behind inside of her.
Another way of looking at it is that for me, when anyone else cums inside of
me from my perspective it’s done out of his own selfishness. Face it, it’s
not like we’re married trying for a child, it’s just another horny guy
getting off using my pussy. The only reason I allow him to do it in the
first place is that I love it myself so in essence, we are both using the
other for our personal pleasure. I don’t buy the crap that some guys expect
me to believe where they claim to want to please the girl more than himself.
As I said, if people are truly honest they admit that the truth – that we are
both are doing it to satisfy our own needs, not the other’s.
Such is NOT the case when I’m with my dad having sex; it’s entirely
different. When I’m with him, sex becomes an expression of the love and
respect between a father and his daughter where their bodies join as one and
he gives her the most intimate gift.
Again, don’t get ahead of me and start thinking anything too weird here. I’m
NOT trying to imply that I’m my father’s lover nor would I ever say that we
make love together (making is love is something he only does with my mom, he
fucks me). I don’t know how to describe it any better than that as it’s
something special that only a father and daughter can truly understand.
When I give myself to my dad, it is an act of submission that I have never,
and will never, give to anyone else, not even my husband (I expect to be an
equal partner with him unless we are role playing!). I guess you could say
I’m sacrificing myself in an emotional way to him, giving him the
satisfaction and joy that comes from taking his daughter completely in body
and spirit, from me allowing him to totally dominate me and have his way with
me.
Well, enough of that. Just suffice to say that I can never get enough of my
dad cumming in me! No sooner than he was finished, though, he said that he
had to get ready for work, leaving me alone and terribly horny in my bed.
There was no way I could go back to sleep now, not with his fresh cum
draining out of me and my pussy throbbing like it had a heartbeat of its own!
As I heard my dad taking a shower I laid on my back and played with my clit,
enjoying the slipperiness created by his cum that he’d so graciously left
behind. I masturbated furiously until I finally came and then turned back on
my side and cupped my warm crotch in my hand, feeling it pulsing underneath
my palm. Not long afterwards, my dad came out of the bathroom and entered my
room again where he leaned over and kissed me gently on my cheek.
“Kelly... I just want you to know that I loved fucking you this morning,” he
whispered in my ear, “You’re the best daughter a father could ask for.”
He kissed me again and then left me with a warm glow inside. It made me feel
so special to know that my daddy loved fucking me and to hear him say it to
me was music to my ears. What greater compliment could a father give to his
daughter? He could tell me I was pretty, talented, or whatever but that was
easy since it didn't directly affect him. Saying that he loved fucking me
meant so much to me since it required HIM to feel good as well.
So now that made it two mornings in a row, two morning where my dad surprised
me with the most wonderful wake-up call. Later that night when I was tired
and ready for bed, I kissed my parents goodnight and as my lips touched my
dad’s and our tongues touched, I wondered if he was going to wake me again in
the morning.
Chapter 3 – Ready and Waiting
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Fortunately I wasn't disappointed only this time I was already awake when he
entered my room. I’d been playing with myself so I was warm and wet, all
ready for him. He grinned when he realized what I’d been doing – and WHY.
What father wouldn’t smile seeing his naked daughter laying on her back with
her legs spread in anticipation of him fucking her? He wasted no time in
climbing up on top of me and I could tell he wanted me badly. Then I felt
his already hard dick pressing against my pussy, anxious to enter me like a
dog straining against its leash.
“Tell me what you want Kelly,” he whispered in my ear as he kissed my neck
and ran his tongue around my neck and ear, “Tell me what you want your daddy
to do to you.”
“I want you to fuck me daddy,” I softly replied, “I want you to show me how
much you love me. Please fuck me daddy.”
“God I love hearing you say that,” he groaned as he pushed himself into me
and started fucking me missionary style.
As he started to fuck me in earnest, I sighed at the feeling of him entering
me and my heart was filled with love for my father. No matter how many times
he fucks me, each time it’s like it’s our first time all over again. It’s as
if the previous times were all just a dream and now my dream was coming true
again as I give myself totally to him.
“Hmmmmmm... I think somebody likes her daddy waking her up this way in the
morning,” he teased me as his rigid dick moved in and out of me in a
continuous rhythm.
“Oh daddy, don’t be so silly!” I giggled like a little schoolgirl, “You know
you can do anything to me ANYTIME you want.”
My dad was panting as he kept fucking me but he still managed to say, “I
know... that’s what makes you such a great daughter!”
His strokes were now long and at a steady pace, like a marathon runner who
had established his rhythm. Each time he would pull out until only his head
was in me where he would hesitate just long enough to tease me and then push
it back into me with a steady, deliberate motion. When our bodies met and he
was completely engulfed by my pussy, he would again hold himself there for
just a moment, grinding his hairy crotch against my bare pussy in a circular
motion, and then just as deliberately pull back out of me again. It was
enough to drive me crazy with desire. God I loved to be fucked this way!
He needed to be in me deeper so I pulled my legs in until my feet were flat
on the bed with my knees up and then I spread my legs apart as far as I could
so he could push himself in between them more easily. My entire bed rocked
slightly when we met, pushing me up onto the bed just a little more each time
each time until after a while he would lean back on his knees and pull me
back down again, then leaning over me again and resume fucking me again.
“Damn your fucking pussy feels so good,” he whispered hoarsely to me, “Oh
Kelly... I can’t hold back much longer.”
“Cum in me daddy,” I pleaded, “Oh daddy, PLEASE cum in me.”
As I mentioned, I loved it when he came in me any time but this was my
favorite position – missionary style, at least when I’m with my dad. With
other guys I enjoy being on top as well as it gives me more control over how
I’m getting fucked. However, when I’m with my dad I love it best when he
pins me down on the bed beneath him, driving his incestuous cock in and out
of my pussy however he wishes, holding my arms down behind my head as I
submit to his will. It wasn't that he was forcing me to do anything or even
worse, raping me, not by ANY means do I mean to infer THAT. Even so, I did
like to feel dominated by him where I’m powerless to do anything to stop him,
even if I had wanted to (which I never did!).
Never in my wildest dreams could I even imagine allowing myself to submit to
any other man like this. He was my father, the man I trusted more than
anyone else in the world, and it was a like a public demonstration of that
trust when I gave myself to him.
“Oh yeah baby, here it comes,” my dad groaned, “I’m cumming inside of you...
can you feel it Kelly?”
Indeed I could! How could I NOT feel his cock as it shot out stream after
stream of hot cum into me, spewing his seed into my pussy? Each time he
erupted I could feel this sensation... like a warm blossom of heat in me that
quickly died away, only to be followed by another and yet another. Each time
I could picture his cock deep inside of me, pumping its load of sperm deep
inside of me. It may have been a futile attempt to mate me as I was on the
pill, but as they say, it’s the thought that counts.
“Yes daddy... yes, I can feel you cumming in me,” I moaned, “Tell me you love
me daddy... Tell me how much you love me!”
“Oh baby, you know I love you,” he said softly, as if he was caressing me
with his words, “I could never do this to you if I didn’t.”
“I know daddy... I understand... I really do,” I replied in a voice that
barely could be heard.
For the next couple of minutes we just stayed together, neither of us saying
anything, just a father and daughter enjoying being together – in more ways
than one! Then he kissed me, long and passionately. Finally he was done and
he pulled what remained of his limp cock from me. For just a moment I felt
this incredible sense of emptiness and loneliness, as if a part of me had
been amputated. At that moment I would’ve given anything for him to change
his mind and pushed his cock back into me again, even if just to leave it
still in me. Even if he was mostly soft it would still be better than this
horrible feeling of emptiness I felt between my legs and in my heart. It
wasn't to be so as he carefully got off of me and climbed out of my bed and
went off to shower.
As much as I’d loved him fucking me, it was over so quick I didn't orgasm.
It’s not like I was disappointed or upset as that often happened even when
I’m incredibly horny and loving what’s happening to me. It’s as if I am
concentrating so hard on him and what he is doing to me that I don’t allow
myself to get off was well. This left it up to me to finish myself off but
that was fine with me. It wasn't my dad’s fault; I knew he had to get to
work and so he couldn't stay with me any longer. Besides, there was always
the evening when he usually made sure I was satisfied before he left me.
As my fingers played over my clit and pushed into my pussy, I dreamed of
joining him in the shower, sucking his wet dick as the water streamed over
me. I knew he needed to get to work or I might have been tempted to make
that dream come true! It wouldn't have been fair of me to do that. If I
went into the shower now I knew that he would never refuse me; but then he
would have been late to work and I didn't want to cause him any trouble. He
WAS the senior partner but that also meant he had to set an example for the
associates and other partners.
It didn't take much to bring myself to orgasm after the incredible fucking my
dad had given me. I cried out softly as I felt the fire erupt inside me as
my back arched and legs tensed in response to the wonderful feelings of
pleasure that passed all over my body. It was like my pussy was a volcano,
spewing out lava that covered my entire body except instead of molten rock,
it was the heat of lust and passion that consumed me. I imagined my father
being in me know, my pussy clamping down on his cock as my orgasm surged and
threatened to overwhelm me. As it slowly died down, I heard my dad open the
bathroom door and I looked up to see him enter my room once again.
“Well, well….I see you managed to take care of yourself,” he said with a
grin, “I promise to make up for it later – OK?”
I just nodded and smiled, knowing he always kept these type of promises! Once
again, he kissed me and left to leave but at the door he turned around and
smiled at me once again.
“Did I ever tell you that you were the most wonderful daughter in the world?”
he asked, his grin telling me he already knew the answer. I just blushed and
smiled at him as he left to get dressed.
Chapter 4 – Talking It Over With My Mom
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Later that morning my mom was home as she had started working a new shift
that day. As we were eating breakfast, she gave me an odd look.
“So Kelly, tell me... did your dad fuck you this morning before he went to
work?” she asked.
“Ummmmm, yeah,” I replied, uncertain as to where this was going so I tried to
downplay it as much as possible. “It was pretty quick though, he had to
catch the ‘T’.”
“I see... well, I just thought I heard something this morning,” she mused.
She took a another drink from her coffee cup and seemed to be thinking hard
about something before she finally looked back at me and asked, “And just how
long has THIS been going on?”
Now I was really curious as to what she was leading up to. I knew my mom
pretty well and I knew when she was setting up the pins. The question was,
when would she roll the ball and try to knock them down? I chose my words
carefully for my reply.
“It’s only been the last few days. I don’t know for sure whether he’s going
to do it every morning from now on or not. You know how he is sometimes, it
may just be a phase he’s going through.”
The way my mom rolled her eyes made me wonder whether I’d helped or just made
things worse. Actually, I had a pretty good feeling that my dad was enjoying
his morning wake-up calls so my expectations were that he would be doing it
again soon.
“Yeah, he’s something else, isn’t he,” she said, shaking her head slowly, “I
mean, he’s always been the type that wakes up horny…must be where you get it
from, certainly not me! I just don’t get off doing it that early in the day –
never have. I need two cups of coffee before I do ANYTHING in the morning,
let alone sex.”
She paused to take another sip from her cup. I still wasn't sure what to say
as it seemed everything I had said so far just made things worse. Then she
chuckled softly, as if a funny thought had come to her mind.
“Sorry, I guess I just don’t understand him sometimes. Since we’ve been
married he’s jerked off in the bathroom in the morning, usually after he
shaves and before he showers. You guys have been fooling around for years
now so what took him so long to come up with this idea? Why now?”
“You don’t mind, do you mom?” I asked, worried that she might be upset or
something for some reason. I was totally confused as normally she never said
much of anything about my dad and me, even when we did it right in front of
her. Why this was any different, especially since she was sleeping at the
time anyway?”
“Oh no, sweetie…don’t worry,” she assured me, putting her hand on mine, “I
guess I just wish sometimes he would discuss things with me before he just
goes off and does it, especially when it involves sex with you”
That was all she said about the matter for the rest of the day and I figured
she was over with it, that is, until my dad came home and we were seated
around the table eating supper. In the middle of the meal, right out of the
blue my mom looked at my dad and gave him a bit of a smirk, the kind someone
gives when they know a secret and someone else doesn’t.
“So John, anything new you want to tell me?” she asked. My dad looked at her
with a puzzled look and then at me. I just shrugged and I could tell from
the look on his face that he knew what my mom was referring to but he still
played it dumb.
“Umm, not anything I know of dear,” he replied, “A little help maybe?”
My mom huffed in mock exasperation. I’d seen them play out this little game
before when my mom knew something about my dad and he wouldn't admit it until
he was faced with indisputable evidence. My mom evidently wasn’t in the mood
to play, though, so she pointed a finger at me and confronted him.
“Give me a break, John, I know you’ve been fucking Kelly every morning
lately,” she declared.
My dad looked at me with a “what have you been telling her look” but wasn't
ready to give in yet as he shrugged his shoulders and replied, “Yeah... so is
that a problem or something?”
My mom let out a deep breath in exasperation. “Well, you could have at least
TOLD me. I AM your wife you know.”
My dad put down his fork and looked at her solemnly. “Now Mary, you know I
love you and you’ve never had an issue with me and Kelly before. What’s the
big deal this time?”
“Nothing really, you know I’ve never been concerned about that, so long as we
always discussed it and were up front with it,” she said softly, “I just wish
you’d talked about it first rather than hiding it from me.”
“Mary, I wasn’t hiding anything!” my dad protested, “You were sound asleep
and I just didn't want to wake you. Besides, since when do I have to tell
you every time I do Kelly?”
My mom closed her eyes as if to concentrate her thoughts and then she smiled
and perked up a bit.
“I guess you’re right, I didn't mean to overreact or anything,” she said
apologetically. She leaned over the table and kissed my dad. Thank god that
was over!
“So tell me one thing,” she continued, just as I thought the conversation was
over. Usually whenever they reached the “kiss and makeup stage”, that ended
whatever they were arguing over. “So is this going to a new morning
tradition for you two?”
My dad looked at me and I smiled back at him. I certainly was up for it if
he was! I was sitting next to him wearing just my usual t-shirt when I felt
his hand on my leg and then he slid it between my legs and tickled my pussy.
“Dad!” I exclaimed in mock protest.
“John!” my mom joined in, “You know better, not at the table!”
We all laughed and the rest of the meal was uneventful. I guess all the talk
about our mornings had my dad going because he kept trying to grope me,
acting like some hormonal teenager in a movie theater. I didn't mind,
especially since I knew what usually happened after supper when he acted this
way!
Chapter 5 – A Tradition is Started
==================================
As it turned out, a “tradition” is exactly what it became. For the rest of
the summer my dad would come into my bedroom before he left for the office
where he would have some form of sex with me. We usually only had ten to
fifteen minutes, sometimes even less, so it didn't leave a lot of time to get
TOO creative.
Even so, the fun part for me was that I never knew exactly what he wanted
each morning. Usually he would simply wake me and we would just have a quick
fuck, typically missionary style if I was lying on my back already, or doggie
style if I was on my stomach. If we had some extra time I would let him
climb on my bed and I would ride his hard cock until he came.
Like my dad, waking up in the morning was the most naturally horny time of
day for me. Despite my mom’s earlier protests, you could say it worked out
for all three of us as it relieved her of having to deal with my dad in the
mornings. I think it also was good for my dad’s stress levels as when he
would cum and pump my pussy full of his sperm, it seemed to take a huge load
off of him – physically and mentally, which put him in a better frame of mind
to go to the office and work all day. My only regret was that our time was
usually much too short and most of the time I was left to masturbate
afterwards to finish myself off. I guess it was a small price for me to play
considering how much I was pleasing my dad.
On a positive note, there WERE times, though, when he would get creative.
More than once I awoke to the feeling of his cock violating my pussy, which
for me was a super turn-on. I loved thinking about him entering my room
while I was sound asleep and carefully getting into bed with me, pulling back
the covers to reveal my nude body laying there just waiting for him to do
whatever he wanted to with it. I trusted my father completely and I felt so
secure knowing that I could offer myself to him in that way, letting him use
me for his pleasure in any way he desired while I was totally at his mercy.
Sometimes when I masturbated I would think of him reaching between my thighs
to spread them apart, revealing my bare pussy as I slept. Climbing over me,
he guides his cock while spreading my pussy lips apart with the same hand.
Ever so slowly he enters me, pushing himself into me as slowly as he could,
trying not to wake me.
Sometimes I would moan as even in my sleep my body reacted to his cock.
Usually this is when I would wake up and as the haze of sleep lifted I would
realize what he was doing and inevitably he would see a big smile on my face
since it was impossible for me to do anything else when he was fucking me.
If he managed to get his cock completely in me until his crotch was pushing
up tight against mine without his cock in between us without waking me, odds
were pretty good he could then fuck me without waking me, which was a huge
turn on for him.
Later I would wake and feel my pussy all wet with his cum draining from me
and grin as I knew he had managed to do something few fathers ever get to
experience, fucking his daughter in her sleep. He told me once how much that
turned him on and how he would have to masturbate in his office later that
day thinking about it.
Instead of fucking my pussy when I was asleep, sometimes he would try to get
his cock in my mouth instead. This was a bit trickier (not to mention
dangerous) in that he had to get my mouth open wide enough for his erect cock
to fit in without my teeth hurting him. To be honest, he was only
successful a few times as usually the touch of him on my lips was enough to
wake me. Not that he would be disappointed because I would still suck him
off but the challenge was to get his cock in my mouth without waking me.
Even the few times he was able to do so, the touch of his head against the
back of my throat woke me every time except once. That one time I was very
tired from having been out to late the night before and waking me was not
going to happen very easily. He told me later how thrilling it was for him
to fuck my mouth while I was sound asleep, seeing himself moving in and out
of me while I just laid there completely at his mercy. He didn’t cum in my
mouth because he didn’t want me to choke so instead he came all over my face.
I awoke a while later after his cum had dried on my face. Although I was
happy he’d cum on me in my sleep, I didn’t realize that he had also fucked my
mouth for the first time until he came home that night so horny he took me in
the hallway as soon as he got in the door! He said he had thought all day
about it and when he told me what he had done, I just hugged him and told him
I loved him and was so happy to please him.
As you might expect, my dad didn’t fuck me every morning; sometimes he didn’t
even touch me. There were those times when he would uncover me and just watch
me as I slept, admiring my tanned nineteen year-old body. Then he would
masturbate as he stood over me, eventually cumming on my face or other parts
of my body so that when I woke up later I was greeting with his cum as a
calling card of his visit. Feeling his dried cum on me, I would know what
had happened and my thoughts that day would be of him stroking his cock while
he stared at me. What girl wouldn't be thrilled knowing that just looking at
her was enough to make her dad cum!
NOTE: Our “tradition” has lived on ever since although over time it has
became less regular. Maybe It’s because I’m getting older and the naughty
thrill of fucking a 21 year-old as she sleeps isn’t the same as it was when I
was a nineteen year-old teenager but somehow I doubt this is the reason.
More likely, I think, is that it is just part of the natural evolution of our
sexual relationship (including the fact he is getting into his forties). For
that matter, who knows and really, does it matter? I can only hope that our
little “tradition” continues in some form for a long time!
THE END
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