Subject:     Father's Day
Story Codes: MF F-solo oral inc father daughter
Diary Date:  June 19, 2005
Author:      Kelly <pghpa_girly@yahoo.com>

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Summary:

Father's Day is always a special day and it's no different in our household.  
Every girl wants to give her dad something special on that day but I doubt 
many can compare with my gift to my father!

Table of Contents:
   Chapter 1 – Worried About Father’s Day
   Chapter 2 - Inspiration Through Masturbation 
   Chapter 3 – Kristi Inspires Me Even More
   Chapter 4 - Father’s Day Wakeup Call 
   Chapter 5 – Fucked By My Dad During Church


Chapter 1 - Worried About Father’s Day 
======================================

I'd been home from school for just over a month now and so far summer break 
was going great.  After the local schools had finally let out, I was requests 
from a number of families to baby-sit for them.  Most girls quit once in 
their mid teens, especially after high school, but I didn't want to work at 
the mall or some fast-food joint and babysitting was a pretty good way to 
make money if you could stand it.  

Truthfully, I really getting tired of the gig myself but I decided to take on 
a few of the easier, better paying families.  It gave me some extra play 
money so I didn't have to beg dad for it all the time – not that I minded 
begging him, especially when you consider how he made me "earn" it.

Other than that, so far my summer break pretty much consisted of spending 
time with my friends and family, going shopping, seeing movies, eating out, 
and boating.  Mixed in, of course, was a bit of casual sex.  Although at my 
age I wasn't ready to tie myself down to a steady boyfriend, there were a few 
guys still around from high school that were happy to learn I was back in 
town – and I'd like to think even happier after they took me out.  It was all 
just for fun, though.  Like I said, I wasn't looking to establish any kind of 
emotional bond with anyone for now.

One of the holidays I look forward to every year is Father's Day.  Mother's 
Day, of course, is important, but Father's Day provides all sorts of 
opportunities.  When I was little there was the traditional ugly tie or 
"World's Greatest Dad" gift in one form or another but as I got older my 
presents became more "personal".  After all, once you given yourself, 
literally, to your dad, an ugly tie just doesn't seem to cut it anymore.  
Every year it got harder as I tried to think of something to do better than 
the year before.  This year I wanted it to be something that would surprise 
him but my mom wasn't exactly providing me with a lot of help.

"C'mon mom, what should I do this year for Father's Day?" I whined like a 
little girl who wasn't getting her way.  Just because I'm twenty years old 
doesn't mean I can't act childish at times.

"Well, you're going to have to come up with something pretty wild if you plan 
on beating last year's gift," my mom responded absentmindedly, not even 
looking up at me from her book.

I rolled my eyes in exasperation - no help there!  Mom loved her romance 
novels and once she was immersed in one, the house could have been burning 
down around her and she wouldn't have noticed so I was probably lucky to get 
even THAT much of a response.

Speaking of last year's gift, I smiled as I recalled the look on my dad's 
face last year when he opened my present.  A camera nut friend of mine had 
helped me make up a calendar using a dozen "up close and personal" shots of 
my pussy and ass, decorated with an appropriate theme for the month.  Given 
there was nothing that identified me in the photos, he actually showed it off 
to the guys at the office, letting them think he had been given it as a gag 
gift.  It must have been pretty hot seeing them looking at the photos without 
them knowing it was his own daughter's pussy that was covered with candy 
hearts in February!


Chapter 2 – Inspiration Through Masturbation
============================================

Somewhat dejected at my lack of inspiration, I slowly retreated to my bedroom 
and flopped on my bed face down.  I needed some motivation but all I could 
think about was the strong odor of sex that remained imbedded in my sheets 
from our activities earlier in the morning.  Although the wetness had long 
since evaporated, the distinct scent of my pussy remained where I had cum 
this morning and soaked the sheets in a large circle under my ass.

My dad had already hurriedly fucked me earlier this morning and left for 
work, leaving me to finish myself off and as I laid there I remembered how 
good it felt to touch myself, knowing even though he was gone, his incestuous 
cum was still deep inside of me.  The more I thought about it the hornier I 
was getting and it didn't take long for my hand to reach under the loose t-
shirt I was wearing and cup my pussy with my palm.  God it felt so warm!  My 
middle finger pressed inward, forcing itself between my pussy lips and up 
against the entrance to my pussy hole.

As I pressed harder, my fingertip penetrated me, reminding me even more of 
how my father's finger had been in me when I woke up.  As I tried to clear 
the sleep from my eyes I could feel his long finger pushing its way deeper 
inside of me.  Overall, it wasn't a bad sensation to wake up to!  My finger 
moved in and out of me, just as my dad had done only a couple of hours 
earlier, rubbing against the walls of my pussy and stimulating the bundles of 
sensitive nerve endings that lined the inside walls of my pussy.

When my finger was wet from the moisture of my pussy, I dragged the wetness 
from my pussy hole up to my clit, spreading my pussy juices around it to 
moisten it which made it easier to slide my finger around it.  I loved the 
way my dad would run circles around my clit, teasing it slowly until I would 
beg him to do it faster and so I did the same, running my middle finger 
around and around my hardening clit.  I gasped and cried out, again begging 
for him to rub me faster except it was my own finger that responded.

Awake and horny, I had wanted him to fuck me so I simply asked him.  All I 
needed to say was, "Fuck me daddy."  He knew I wanted it but it was sort of a 
game we played where I had to ask for it before he would give it to me.  The 
"daddy" part was important – he would just ignore me until I said it right!

He didn't say a word in response but simply got on top of me and as I held 
his cock in position, he thrust himself quickly inside of me.  My eyes were 
closed as I recalled the wonderful sensation I get whenever a dick first 
penetrates me, especially when it was my dad's.  Now I used two fingers from 
my other hand and pushed them in me, imagining it was his cock once again 
that was violating me while I continued to rub my hard clit with my other 
hand.

"Mmmmmmm, fuck me daddy," I murmured to myself as I plunged my fingers into 
my pussy and then started to stroke them in and out of me - just as his 
wonderful cock had fucked me this morning.

"Oh fuck me daddy!" I gasped again, then repeating myself over and over and 
over again as I played with myself using my fingers. 

I could almost feel his hot breath again on my face as he pumped his cock in 
and out of me, driving me down into my bed with each hard thrust of his hips 
against my crotch.  Then he had stopped breathing, holding himself up with 
his head thrown back while he grimaced as he held himself back.

Finally, he couldn't resist any further and a loud breath escaped him and he 
sucked in a lungful of air as his cock erupted like a volcano inside of me.  
In response, my hips lifted high up off the bed as I thrust another finger 
inside of me, pushing all three now into me as deeply as I could as I tried 
to imagine that once again his hot cum was streaming into me, each load 
feeling like a bloom of heat inside of me momentarily.

"Oh daddy, cum in me," I begged for the second time that day.  There wasn't 
anything I loved more than the feeling I got when my dad came inside of me.  
Sure, I enjoyed it when any guy came in me but this was different – totally 
different.  This wasn't some horny guy getting his rocks off with me to 
fulfill some perverted fantasy.  No… this was my father giving his daughter 
his most precious and intimate gift.

When my dad came in me it was the most incredible sensation imaginable.  I 
felt loved, secure and sexy all at the same time.  Love because I knew my 
father would never fuck me if he didn't love me.  Secure because it was my 
father and he respected me as his daughter.  I knew I could submit myself to 
him completely and never have to worry that he would take advantage of me.  
Finally, I felt sexy because he wouldn't be cumming if I didn't turn him on.  
I loved to see that look of lust in his eyes when he got horny and wanted me!

There are times I have a hard time believing how incredibly lucky I am.  
Really, how many young girls ever get to experience incest – and I mean the 
GOOD form of incest, not the perverted crap people see porn movies and 
tabloids?  How many girls ever get to feel the same hard cock cumming in them 
that had cum so long ago in their mother's womb to create her?  What could be 
more natural than to complete the living circle of life, for him to take his 
own daughter for himself?

Beside showing his love for me, since my father was responsible for creating 
me what could be possibly wrong with him using me for his own enjoyment and 
satisfaction?  Like, I owe EVERYTHING to him so is it not only natural, 
perhaps even my duty, for me to submit myself to him for whatever purposes he 
wanted, whatever needs that had to be met?  Who am I to say no to my father, 
no matter what he asks of me?

As my father took me for his own, my own orgasm began to emerge.  It was if 
the room went out of focus, even darkening to some degree, as my vision 
narrowed and my body responded as it so loved to do.  My entire body seemed 
to be floating up towards the ceiling as I held my middle finger tight to my 
clit, holding it still and not even moving it but instead just allowing the 
constant pressure to stimulate my now hyper-sensitive clit.

I held the fingers in my other hand still as well, pretending they were my 
dad's cock after he had cum in me, throbbing in me as he had left it in me to 
enjoy my cunt as it gripped him and then released him and then gripped him 
again as tried to pump out whatever sperm remained in him.

When my orgasm reached its peak, it was like every pore of my body started to 
sweat fire, not that it was burning me but rather a feeling of tremendous 
heat and pleasure as if I was engulfed in flames of pure ecstasy.  I loved 
the feeling of his cock when he stayed in me after cumming, gradually 
withdrawing as it softened yet feeling physically hotter than ever.  My dad's 
dick was like a hot poker in my pussy, burning its brand in me as he kept me 
for his own pleasure and enjoyment.  

Slowly my own orgasm dwindled, taking it's sweet time about it but finally I 
was left laying flat on my back with my arms stretched out behind me and my 
hands gripping the bedrail behind me.  Now and then a surge would erupt like 
an aftershock from my pussy and I would shudder as if someone had poured a 
bucket of ice water over me.  It wasn't cold but the shock I felt was the 
same.  


Chapter 3 – Kristi Inspires Me Even More
========================================

I finally opened my eyes and I blinked as I focused on a shape in the 
doorway.

"Well, that must have felt good!  I could hear you all the way downstairs in 
the kitchen!"  It was my mom, of course.  God, how long had she been 
watching?  Of course I didn't mind that she had seen me masturbate, I just 
liked to know when she did.  She stepped into my room and stood at the head 
of my bead, her hands on her hips over the thin cotton robe she was wearing.  
It was enough to cover her – barely, and I was reminded once more of what a 
sexy mom she was.  There was no doubt in my mind the neighbors saw her as a 
MILF - and I bet she loved it!

"I guess I got here just in time for the grand finale," she giggled, "Damn 
girl, what's got you so horny this morning?  What's the matter, my husband 
wasn't enough for you this morning?"

"Oh mom!!!!" I just frowned at her, trying to appear irritated without 
cracking up.  Somehow I managed to twist around and get myself up and out of 
bed.  Reaching down to the floor, I grabbed the t-shirt I had been wearing 
last night and pulled it over my head.

"Kelly, that's dirty!" my mom scolded me.  "Why can't you ever put your 
clothes in the laundry without me saying something?  This room's a disaster!"

I may have been twenty but sometimes my mom still seemed to think I was six.  
As usual, I just ignored her and tugged the t-shirt down until it just 
covered my ass.  I went over to her and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek.  
She smiled at me and patted me on the head, something I hated but I knew she 
meant it well.

"Well, I guess I can't say anything.  When I was your age I was always horny 
too," she teased me, "Now how about handing me those sheets.  From the looks 
of things I have a feeling they could use a good washing."

Well, there WAS this large wet spot right in the middle so how could I 
protest?  We stripped off the sheets and even the mattress cover was damp 
where my ass had been.  My mom took them to the hallway and dropped them down 
the laundry chute that lead to the basement where our washer and drier 
lurked.  I smiled as I thought about how she always did the easy direction.  
Too bad it didn't have a "reverse" as I seemed to be the one that had to 
carry them back UP later!

Have you ever had one of those moments when you're working on a difficult 
problem that seems impossible to solve when suddenly it's like everything 
becomes crystal clear and you know EXACTLY what needs to be done?  Well, I 
had one of those "eureka" moments when I KNEW what my Father's Day gift was 
going to be this year.  I quickly got on the phone and called my cousin 
Kristi.

Kristi was two year younger than me but was no stranger to my dad's desire 
for young pussy.  He'd been fucking her for almost two years now, mostly when 
I was away at school though.  Actually, that's what got the two of them 
started – me going off to college leaving my dad hornier than hell for some 
teen pussy.  Kristi was more than willing to fill in for me (or should I say, 
"be filled for me").  From what I had seen, she was more into younger boys 
than older men but when it came to my dad, she was happy to make an 
exception!

It wasn't fifteen minutes after I hung up that Kristi was over at my house 
and standing before me in my bedroom.

"This had better be good," she warned me solemnly, "I'm horny as hell this 
morning and you called just as I was about to do something about it."

Try as she might.  she couldn't keep a straight face.  We both broke out 
laughing and then she reached out to hug me and we kissed.  Kristi was like a 
sister to me and I loved to be with her.  We had shared quite a few 
interesting experiences together and I was sure she would be thrilled with my 
idea.  As our lips parted I pulled back and looked thoughtfully at her.

"So why are you so horny this morning?  When was the last time you got laid 
girl?"

"Oh, it was yesterday afternoon but THAT is what has me going today.  
Remember that peeping tom kid that lives behind us?  Well... I finally nailed 
him yesterday!"

I had been leaning over my bed to straighten the covers when she said that 
but I couldn't help but turn and look at her with a bit of astonishment 
written all over my face.

"Kristi – you didn't!", I exclaimed, "Damn girl, what is he, maybe fourteen 
or fifteen?"

"Thirteen," she said, with a touch of pride thrown in.

"Ummmmm, you DO remember you're over eighteen now, right?"

"Oh Kelly, don't be such a fuddy-dud," Kristi pouted, "When was the last time 
you heard a teenage boy file a complaint that an older girl fucked him?"

"Yeah... but damn girl!  Thirteen?"

"Well... let's just say he's mature for his age.  Besides, his cock was 
incredible!  It was hard from the start and never went down – even when I was 
done with him!"

I just shook my head this latest of my naughty cousin's escapades.  The girl 
loved young guys and it seemed she was always dating some kid in high school.  
This, though, was reaching down well into middle school.  Thirteen was young, 
even by HER standards.  Oh well, it was her choice so who was I to say 
anything?  For her sake, I just hoped he didn't tell too many people!

Talking about her latest youthful conquest must have gotten her imagination 
going again as I could see her closing her eyes and rubbing her boobs as she 
described his cock to me in vivid detail.  From past experience I knew it was 
useless for me to even discuss my Father's Day surprise with her when she got 
like this.  It was like a fuse had been lit and there was no extinguishing it 
until the bomb went off.

"You should have been there Kelly, the little perv was peeking into my window 
– again, and this time I caught him.  At first he looked sacred shitless when 
I told him he had to come on or I would tell his parents.  He had NO idea 
what my plans were for him."

"So what did you do, rape the poor kid?"

"Oh Kelly, give me some credit," Kristi said with a note of exasperation, 
"All I did was strip and ask him if this was what he wanted to see.  Trust 
me, he didn't protest one bit when I undressed him and started sucking his 
cock."

That may have been true, but what I wanted to tell her was that maybe he was 
too scared to protest.  My first thought was how amazing it was he was even 
hard under the circumstances but then I remembered his age – he probably had 
a hard- on most of the time just THINKING about naked girls, let alone seeing 
one as he was then.  I had babysat boys his age and just being in the house 
with him as enough to get most of them erections.

"So, was he a virgin?" I asked.

Kristi laughed, "Oh yeah, he didn't even know where to stick his cock.  He 
kept trying to push it in at the top of my pussy slit and I had to show him 
where it fit."

That didn't surprise me, I doubt that he had ever seen the real thing or even 
a porn movie yet so other than his sex-ed class, how would he know?

"Did he cum?" I asked, trying to get her to finish.  I had better things to 
do than listen to my cousin brag about her escapades with some freakish 
little boy.

"I think it took him about three strokes," she said, sighing as if she was 
saddened by the results.  "Oh well, that's what you have to expect with a boy 
that age."

I was still in just my t-shirt while Kristi was wearing her usual summer 
outfit – super short cutoffs and a tight tank top with no bra.  I swear she 
must have a drawer full of both since it seemed that was all she ever wore.  
Now that she had gotten hat off her chest, I moved up closely behind her and 
put my arms around her.  My fingers unsnapped her shorts and my hand slipped 
down inside.  God, the girl WAS horny as hell – her pussy was soaking wet and 
hot as an oven.

"Mmmmmmm, I was hoping this was what you had in mind when you asked me over," 
she purred.

Actually, it hadn't been but now that the opportunity was here, I figured why 
not?  There was plenty of time to talk about my dad's present.

I slipped her shorts to the floor and helped her to pull her tank top up and 
off of her.  She turned to me and did the same with my t-shirt and that left 
us both naked in the middle of my room.  Kristi looked over to my bed, all 
freshly made up now, and grinned at me.

"Well, what are we waiting for?" she asked.  We both giggled like two girls 
heading down the stairs on Christmas morning, full of anticipation of what 
was to come.  I quickly laid down on my back and she hopped on top, her pussy 
in my face and her own face quickly lowering itself to my own crotch.  We had 
both done this enough we dispensed with the formalities and went straight to 
work.

For the next twenty or thirty minutes or so, we just enjoyed each other.  I 
think we both came at least twice and once again, my sheets were a mess.  Oh 
well, being with my cousin like this was worth facing my mother's wrath!  
After we had finished, I finally got to take the shower I had been trying to 
get in all morning.  Of course, Kristi joined me so it was better than I had 
originally anticipated.  Who needs a shower massager when you have a hot 
cousin like Kristi available?

When we were finished, Kristi put her shorts and tank top back on while I put 
on a similar pair of shorts and a tube top.  The two of us went downstairs 
where I was surprised to see my Aunt Linda having coffee with my mom.  Kristi 
hadn't bothered to tell me that her mom had come over with her.  My aunt had 
the same powers of perception as her sister and she instantly read my face 
and knew I was surprised.

"I guess Kristi didn't mention I was here," she laughed.  The she looked at 
Kristi and shook her head solemnly, "So girl, did you get it out of your 
system for now?"

For a moment I thought Kristi might actually blush.  I didn't think ANYTHING 
could embarrass her and as it turned out, she was just still flush from the 
shower.  She DID look surprised, though, when her mom sprung a surprise on 
her.

"Well, maybe if you stopped over here more often you stop molesting the 
neighbor kids!" my aunt teased her.

"Mom!" Kristi protested, looking at my mom as she was the most innocent girl 
in the world.

My mom just shook her finger at her saying, "Sorry, your mom has already 
spilled the beans so cut the act." She paused for a second and then a 
mischievous look appeared on her face.

"Thirteen?" was all she said, as if she couldn't believe it.  We all laughed, 
except Kristi who just stood there glaring at her mom.

Having embarrassed her niece enough, my mom turned her attention to me.

"OK Kelly, so what's your big idea for Father's Day?" she asked.

I sat down at the table next to my mom and looked around at the three of 
them.  As I began to explain my idea, even my mom looked a bit surprised – 
and perhaps even a bit shocked which was saying quite a bit for my idea.

"But... what if you get caught?" my mom was the first to ask after I had 
finished, "You know, there ARE some things that we simply can't ever tell 
people and this is cutting it awful close."

"I've checked everything out," I assured her, "And it's no problem.  Nobody 
goes in there at that time and besides, there are ways to keep people out.

Everyone had questions which actually helped in the end as they made some 
good suggestions and the finished plan was much better than my original.  The 
only thing now was to put it into motion...


Chapter 4 – Father’s Day Wakeup Call
====================================

The next morning was Father's Day and I made sure to set the alarm in my room 
to get me up well ahead of my parents.  All night I had tossed and turned, 
thinking about today and now it had finally arrived.  I had masturbated 
several times and still couldn't seem to realize enough to get any measurable 
amount of sleep but I knew with all the adrenalin I had going that it 
wouldn't make any difference today.

Throwing off my covers, I turned and got out of bed.  I could hear my dad 
snoring in their bedroom next to mine.  He didn't snore THAT loud, certainly 
not as loud as some men I had known, but it was still plenty noisy to let me 
know he was still asleep, Sneaking into their bedroom, I made my way to the 
foot of their bed.  Our old wood floors creaked now and then but I knew from 
years of experience where the nosiest ones were and so I was able to arrive 
at my destination without waking him OR my mom.

The bedspread had been tossed to the floor and just a sheet was covering the 
two of them.  My dad was flat in his back, which was probably why his snoring 
was louder than usual.  Of course, he hadn't shave yet so there a light 
stubble on his face and his hair was a mess but that didn't matter to me.  
What I was interested in was a bit lower on his anatomy.  

Pulling gently on the sheet, I slowly uncovered him, baring first his hairy 
chest and then his stomach.  It wasn't as flat as I am sure it was when he 
was younger but by no means did he have anything near a "beer belly".  Then I 
saw the first hint of his pubic hair and finally his limp cock was revealed.

I pulled the sheet down just far enough to uncover my favorite part of my dad 
and then gently worked my way on the bed and to his side.  His legs were too 
tight together to get between them so I went along side of them instead.  
Kneeling by his side, I reached out and gently picked up his flaccid cock in 
my hand.  It felt so small and soft.  It wasn't often I was around my dad 
when his cock was this limp!

Using my hand to flatten down his thick pubic hair around his cock, I lowered 
my face and gently took the head of his cock in my mouth.  His breathing 
hesitated for a moment and so I froze, holding his cock between my lips 
without moving.  His regular breathing resumed, as did my movements on his 
dick.

I am not sure what exact mechanism makes a man get hard but I am sure it is 
not something he consciously controls.  If he did, then men wouldn't get 
erections in places they shouldn't – like a husband looking at me in the mall 
sitting next to his wife!  In any case, whatever sense was involved, my dad's 
was in full wake mode as I continued to suck gently on it.

At first I wasn't sure it was him or me but it didn't take long for it to 
grow enough that I was sure it was him that was getting larger on my mouth.  
This was SO cool as it was seldom I got to start with a dick that was 
completely flaccid.  Most times I went to suck a guy he was already well on 
his way with the anticipation ahead of time.  

My dad's cock kept growing as I licked and sucked him, slowly at first and 
then seeming to accelerate once he got about half-way there as he went from 
semi-hard to rock-hard in what seemed to be just seconds.  He was starting to 
moan in his sleep and OI knew if I kept it up he would be waking soon so I 
had one more thing to do before that happened.

Holding onto his cock to steady myself, I reached on leg over until I was 
straddling him.  Sitting up straight, I wiggled around until I was positioned 
over his cock and then slowly lowered myself down onto my father's hard dick.  
As his head pressed against me, I had to push down harder to force him in and 
when his head suddenly popped in to me I couldn't help but gasp louder than 
wanted to.

My mom stirred and then her eyes opened.  At first they were barely cracked 
open but then she seemed to realize what was happening next to her and they 
popped wide open.  He mouth opened just a bit and then she grinned as she 
watched me lowering myself down on her husband's sleepy but hard dick.

I looked at my mom and winked, silently saying, "I love you!" with 
exaggerated mouth motions.  She just smiled back at me and positioned herself 
so she could watch more easily.

By now I was all the way down on my dad's cock and my bare ass was pressing 
into his crotch.  His thick, coarse pubic hair was ticking my ass and I just 
sat there for a few moments as I reveled in the wonderful feeling of having 
my dad's dick inside of me again.  Without thinking about it, I automatically 
started to rock gently on him, drawing him in and out of me slowly, rubbing 
his cock against the sensitive interior of my pussy.  

"What the..." my dad suddenly grunted.  I felt him stir under me as he 
unexpectedly woke up.  I guess I must have been getting too carried away with 
my rocking on his cock and finally woke him.  Who knows, maybe his inner lust 
woke him instead?

I leaned forward more which had the effect of drawing his cock partially out 
of me.  With my face a few inches from his, I smiled and whispered, "Happy 
Father's Day" daddy."

It took a few moments for his head to clear enough to fully realize what I 
was doing to him.  It was probably much like when he woke me in the morning 
with his cock.  At first you're in this daze and you even think it's just all 
part of some wet dream you were having.  Then you realize it's for real and 
the reality sets in and you suddenly feel sexy and horny as ever!

"Oh baby, you know just what your daddy wants, don't you," he said softly, 
smiling at me with contentment."

"Yes I do, daddy," I replied just as softly, "I do."

Yep, I knew EXACTLY what my dad wanted when it came to me.  The same thing he 
had wanted since I had jerked him off when I was just eight years old.  The 
same thing he wanted watching me as I grew up and slowly matured into a 
teenage girl.  The same thing he wanted when I came home and announced I had 
lost my virginity.  The same thing he wanted peeking at me and my boyfriends 
when they would fuck me in my bedroom.  Yes, the same thing he wanted most 
every day I was home, especially after the first time I asked for him to fuck 
me four years ago.  My dad wanted to fuck me, pure and simple, and there was 
nothing I wanted more than to please my father and let him do just what he 
wanted.

As I rocked on his cock, letting it glide in and out of me as I leaned back 
and forth, I moaned softly as I felt his hard shaft rubbing inside of me.  I 
loved the feeling of it filling my pussy when I sat down it just as much as I 
loved the feeling when just his head was in me, teasing me and making me cry 
out for him to put it all back in me again.

"Fuck me daddy," I said in my most sensuous voice, repeating again those 
words I knew he loved to hear.

He reached out to me and held me by the waist, rocking me back and forth as 
he stroked himself in and out of me.  His eyes closed tightly and I could see 
he was straining to hold himself back.

"Suck it Kelly," he whispered hurriedly, "Suck my cock."

I knew he must be about to cum so I quickly lifted myself up and off of him.  
Twisting to the side of him, I kneeled and bent over his hard dick, now 
covered with my pussy juices.  I quickly dived down and took him in my mouth.  
The first sensation was to taste my pussy on his dick.  Mmmmmmm, I have 
always loved the taste of my cunt!  I didn't have much time to savor it, 
though, as the first shot of his sum came shooting from the tip of his cock 
and struck the back of my throat.

"That's it John," I heard my mother encouraging him, "I love watching you cum 
in her mouth."

Good ol' mom, always there to support me!  I felt pretty lucky as not many 
girls got to hear their mother encouraging her husband to full her daughter's 
mouth with sperm!

"Fuck!" my dad cried out as he continued to spurt one load after another in 
my mouth as I clamped my lips down tight on him to keep it from leaking out.  
God, he must have really been horny because it seemed it would never stop!  
Finally, I couldn't hold it all and I let my lips part to relive the pressure 
building in my mouth and some of it dripped down onto his crotch.

"You're slippin' girl," my mom teased me, "What's the matter, can't ya take 
it all?"

If my mouth hadn't been full of cock and sperm, I might have retorted with 
some smart-aleck comment about the last time SHE tried to take everything he 
had but it was probably fortunate I couldn't.  My mom was rather sensitive 
about being a better cocksucker than me although my dad privately told me I 
was the best.

As it was, I let most of hid dick out of my mouth so I could swallow what was 
left in my mouth and then I went down on him again to suck out whatever he 
had left for me.  From past experience, I also knew most guys cocks were the 
most sensitive right after they came and my dad was right in there with the 
majority.  As my tongue wrapped around his head he twitched and moaned.

"Sweet Jesus," he groaned, "That's just incredible."

"You gonna share any of that with your mom?" I heard my mother ask.

I twisted my head, keeping his cock in my mouth as I looked over at her.  She 
was hungry for it, I could tell from the way she was licking her lips like a 
cat waiting for a bowl of milk.  Well, I had just milked my dad's cock so 
time to give her a little.  I gave my dad's cock one final, hard suck and let 
him flop loose out of my mouth.  Keeping the remaining cum in my mouth, I 
crawled up the bed and straddled my mother who had thrown off her covers, 
leaving her nude on her back next to my dad.

I dropped forward and caught myself with my elbows so my face was just above 
hers.  I couldn't say anything with my mouth full of cum but she knew what I 
was about to do and opened her mouth wide for me.  I parted my lips and his 
cum slowly drained from my mouth in a long, slimy drip that finally reached 
her mouth and pooled on her outstretched tongue.

When most of it had dripped out, I lowered my head down to hers and we kissed 
with open lips as her tongue reached into my mouth to capture whatever was 
left.  I lifted my head back up and she pursed her lips, bubbling up the cum 
in a frothy mixture of sperm and saliva and then sucking it back into her 
mouth again before swallowing it.

"Mmmmmmm, that tastes so good," she gloated, looking over to my dad and 
licking her lips.  Suddenly her opens opened wide and I felt her body stiffen 
under me.

"Crap!" she exclaimed, "We have to be in church in half an hour!"

Oh my God, had it really gotten to be so late?  My dad started to suggest we 
just skipping church today but I had plans that depended on us going.  I said 
something about it being Father's Day and how we had to go and he rolled his 
eyes and hurried off to the bathroom to shower.


Chapter 5 – Fucked By My Dad During Church
==========================================

Somehow or another we made it in time, barely getting into the sanctuary as 
the opening hymn was being sung.  Kristi and my Aunt Linda had saved some 
seats for us near the back and I was the first to slide in the row, putting 
me next to Kristi.  She looked at me and whispered in my ear so I could hear 
over the loud organ music.

"God, you have that 'I've just been fucked' glow about you."

I poked my elbow into her side but the smile on my face told her all she 
needed to know.  Kristi whispered again into my ear.

"Well, are we still doing it?"

I winked at her and again, the even bigger grin on my face was all she needed 
to see.  Of course we were still doing it!

My dad was sitting next to me with my mom on the outside next to the outer 
aisle.  As the hymn finished and we did the "greet your neighbor" routine, 
she looked at me and nodded.  Everything was ready to go as planned.  As 
people began to take their seats, she whispered something to my dad and then 
left for the back of the church and disappeared from sight.  I knew it was 
something about using the ladies room….and I also knew it was a complete fib 
on her part.

The announcements were read and mom still hadn't returned.  It was up to me 
now.  I leaned over to my dad and he bent his head down so I could whisper to 
him.

"Dad, I think we better check on mom."

He looked at me and said something about her not being gone that long.

"Dad, really, I think something is wrong," I insisted.  He gave me a strange 
look but I was giving him my total sincerity look and he fell for it.  We 
silently left as everyone stood to sing the next hymn and exited out the back 
of the sanctuary.  The restrooms were down some stairs and I led the way.  At 
the bottom of the stairs, instead of turning into the restrooms, I kept on 
going into the basement.

"Hey Kelly," my dad called out softly to me, "Isn't your mom in the ladies 
room?"

I grinned and even before I answered, his expression changed and I think he 
realized something was up.

"No, just follow me," I said, turning back around and walking briskly in 
front of him. 

He HAD to know something was fishy but I doubted he realized just HOW fishy 
things were.  We passed through the basement and into the main building and 
down to where the chapel was.  Nobody was around and I didn't see another 
soul the entire way.  We could listen to the service playing through the 
speakers in the hall and I grimaced at the usual mangling of the hymns.

"Kelly, where the hell are you going?" my dad called out to me, still about 
twenty feet or so behind.  Not exactly the most appropriate language in 
church, mind you!

I stopped at the chapel door.  Actually, it was more like a prayer room as 
the real "chapel" was much larger and even used for small services.  This 
room was built over a hundred years ago when the church was first erected and 
as a little girl I use to think of it as the dungeon with its stone walls and 
lack of windows.  I don't know what its original purpose was but today it was 
used for private prayer and counseling.  What I liked best about it today was 
that it HAD no windows, not even in the door, and the door could be locked.

Once inside I let the door shut behind me.  My mom was waiting for us.

"Took your sweet time getting here, didn't you?" she asked, a little huffy if 
you asked me.

"I had to wait for the announcements, Mom," I whined a bit, "Pastor was a bit 
long-winded today.  Besides, you heard him."

Like most of the rooms in the church, there was a small speaker in the room 
over which the service was being played so we could hear what was happening.  
It was "Children's Time" and for a moment my thoughts drifted off to when I 
was a little girl and couldn't wait to get up front and listen to the story.  
Of course, the best part was we got to leave for Children's Church afterwards 
and escape the boring adult service.

My thoughts were broken when the door swung open and my dad appeared in the 
doorway.  He stepped in and the door automatically swung close behind him.

"Alright, what's the story with you two?" he demanded, "I thought the whole 
point in hurrying to get here was so we could attend the service?"

My mom smiled and looked at me before answering.

"Your daughter thought it would be nice it on Father's Day you attended a 
more private service," she explained, "or maybe 'private servicing' would be 
more appropriate."

I just grinned at him as his face contorted as he tried to figure out what 
she was talking about.  Then I saw the comprehension in his eyes and he 
wagged his finger at us.

"You've GOT to be kidding," he said, "Here?... Now?"

We both just giggled like school girls at his response and he said, "But the 
service is going on for cripes sake.  We can't do it NOW... can we?

I stepped up to him and took his hand, looking up at him with all the love 
and adoration a daughter can have for her father.

"Well, this way you can listen to the Father's Day message and at the same 
time I can give you my present," I said seductively.

"Present?"

"Well, I didn't know what else to give you this year so I decided it would 
just have to be me, but I wanted it to be someplace that would make it 
something you would always remember," I explained.

My dad looked at my mom and asked, "And what about you?  Are you in on this 
too Mary?"

My mom laughed and waved her hand.  "Oh no, I'm just here to watch the show," 
she said with a smile.  "This was all your naughty daughter's idea."

"Well, how could any father say no to a present like that?" my dad said, 
kissing me on the forehead as he put his hands on my shoulders.  I was 
wearing my new Easter dress with thin shoulder straps and fairly low cut in 
front.  It wasn't the shortest dress in my closet by any means, about six 
inches above the knee, but then it WAS for Easter after all.  It was a light 
floral pattern which, if the sun was behind me, was a bit transparent but 
nothing too slutty.

I reached out and put my arms around him and hugged him tight.  "Happy 
Father's Day daddy.  I'm all yours... ALL yours."

My dad looked around and turned back to me to say, "God, I can't believe 
we're doing this – and in here to boot!"

It DID seem a little sinful, having sex in a prayer room.  It wouldn't be the 
first time I had sex in church, not by a long shot, but it had always been in 
more common places – classrooms and such.  This just so much more, well, 
intimate.  The pictures on the walls, the small alter with a cross set in the 
center, the bible to one side and a book of meditations on the other.  Even 
the lighting was warm and reverential.  At the same time, all this just made 
it all the more exciting for me!

I looked up at my dad and he smiled down at me, then lowered his head to kiss 
me.  As our lips met his hands caressed my back and slowly worked their way 
down until he was holding my ass I his hands.  He almost lifted me off my 
feet as he squeezed my butt and pulled me up into him.  An overwhelming sense 
of love for my father ran through my, making me almost shiver with 
anticipation.  I was all his now and I couldn't wait to see what he wanted to 
do to me.

"I love you Kelly," he whispered as our lips parted slightly, "I'm gonna fuck 
you... oh god I'm gonna fuck you so good now."

What sweeter words could a father say to express his love and respect for his 
daughter?  I know my father loves sex but he has never cheated on my mother 
in over twenty years of marriage.  Fucking a girl half his age has to be an 
incredible turn-on for him but I knew in my heart he would still never do me 
unless he truly loved me as only a father can love a daughter.

I would never submit myself to any man in the way I give myself to my father 
because he is the only man in the world I trust enough to do so, the only man 
I know who respects me enough to never do anything against my wishes, to 
always act in my best interests, that would put me first no matter what his 
lust or desires might be.

"Whatever you want daddy," I whispered in response, "I want to make you 
happy."

His hand began to pull up on my dress, bunching it up above my waist until my 
bare ass was in his hands.

"Mmmmmmm... no panties today?" he teased, "You're such a naughty little 
girl."

Normally, with a dress this short, I would have worn panties, especially 
going to church.  The last thing I needed was some sanctimonious old lady 
spreading the word that Kelly didn't wear panties to church!  Anyway, it was 
usually more of a tease to flash your panties and let them wonder what was 
underneath.

Today, though, I had one goal in mind when we left the house for church – to 
turn my dad on and I knew he LOVED it when I wore a skirt with nothing on 
underneath.  Different guys get off on different things and for my dad, a 
bare bottom was just what the doctor ordered!

He let my dress fall back down and his hands returned to my shoulders where 
he pressed gently down on them and I knew what he wanted.  Even so, it's 
always nice to hear him say it out loud and he didn't disappoint me.

"Suck my dick," he commanded me.  From the tone of his voice, it wasn't a 
request but a order, one I was glad to follow.  "Suck your daddy's cock, you 
little slut."

I smiled at that last remark from him.  He loved to call me his "little slut" 
and I knew it was meant to be a term of endearment, not something demeaning.  
When he called me his slut, I knew he meant that I was HIS slut, ready to do 
anything he wanted.

I bent my knees and dropped down until my head was facing his crotch.  
Reaching out, I unbuckled his belt and undid his pants as he let his hands 
hang to his side and watched me.  Grabbing his pants on each side, I pulled 
them down until they fell on their own to his ankles and then did the same 
with his black boxers.

The tails of his dress shirt hung down and covered his crotch until I lifted 
them up and there in front of me was my father's wonderful cock, hanging 
loose from him amid a thick growth of black curly pubic hair.  It didn't 
matter that I had just sucked it not more than an hour before, I loved seeing 
it for the first time when he undressed and exposed it to me.  

One thing I DID notice, he was still flaccid when normally under conditions 
like this he would have already been hard as a rock.  Well, it WAS only an 
hour since he blew his wad in my mouth and dad wasn't exactly a teenage boy 
anymore.  It was going to be a challenge to get the mechanisms to respond 
again this quickly but that was a challenge I was more than ready for.

Taking his cock in my right hand, I held it up and leaned forward to take him 
in my mouth.  As soft as he was, he was pretty small compared to his erect 
state and so it barely filled my mouth.  Actually, I enjoyed the feeling of a 
soft dick in my mouth.  Rather than some hard shaft it was soft and flexible 
and when I sucked on it, it would stretch out and then snap back again.  With 
my other hand, I caressed his hairy balls and rolled them gently between my 
fingers.  At first he wasn't responding but evidently it was still feeling 
good.

"That's it, suck on it Kelly," he said softly, "I love watching you with my 
dick in your mouth."

I was glad he wasn't saying anything about how soft he still was.  I have 
been with older men who have a hard time getting an erection and I know that 
once they get worried and anxious about it, the more difficult it makes it.

Fortunately, I have sucked my dad so many times in the past that this wasn't 
the first time we had faced this situation.  Had it been a few minutes after 
he had cum I might have been facing an impossible task but an hour later, and 
under these circumstances, I knew it was just a matter of time.

The only problem was, we didn't HAVE all that much time!  I could hear the 
service in the background and even though I couldn't see a clock, I could 
tell from what I heard that it was already about half over.  Once it was 
over, the halls would fill with people and it would be impossible to keep 
from drawing attention to ourselves in here.

There WAS one thing I had in my favor.  If there was any man who I knew how 
to blow, it was my dad.  Different guys like their cocks sucked in different 
ways.  One of the things I think that makes me so good at sucking dick is 
that I can quickly pick up on what turns a guy on (and off) and adapt my 
style to meet his needs.  Some prefer a lot of tongue action while others 
want my hand as much as my mouth.

With my dad, I knew EXACTLY how to suck his cock and get the quickest 
response.  This had come in handy more than a few times in the past when he 
wanted me to suck him off in some places where we didn't have a lot of time 
and this was definitely one of those time.

With my dad, the key was to keep as much of his cock in my mouth at any one 
time as possible and let my lips and tongue do the work on his shaft.  I knew 
he really got off watching me as well so I made sure my hair was pulled back 
and he got a good view of his dick in my mouth.  Another thing that turned 
him on was for me to look him in the eyes when I sucked his dick.  I think 
for him that it reinforced the "submission" aspect of my sucking his cock.

It took a few minutes but my dear old dad finally began to respond and once 
the process started it seemed to accelerate.  I could feel his cock begin to 
stiffen in my mouth and as it grew it moved deeper inside and filled my mouth 
more and more.  He put his hands on the back of my hand and gently, but 
firmly, pulled me into his crotch as if I needed to be reminded to keep his 
dick in my mouth as much as possible.  Finally it got to where he was 
touching the back of my throat and he groaned as his cock pushed down even 
further.

"Oh my god, that is so incredible!" he moaned and I heard my mom behind me 
shush him a little, reminding him to keep quiet.

Now that he was hard, not to mention that the sermon had started, it was time 
to move on so I held his wet dick in my hand and looked up at him again.

"What do you want now daddy?" I asked in my best "little girl" tone of voice. 

Again, I knew damn well what he wanted but I loved hearing him say it.  It 
made it more intimate and personal for me when he told me how he wanted me 
and what he wanted to do to me.  I also knew my mom got turned on listening 
to him as well.

My dad held my upper arms and lifted me up until I was standing again.  "You 
know what I want... tell me what I want to do to you."

"You want to fuck me," I answered, trying to act a little shy and cute for 
him at the same time.

"And what else does your daddy want to do to his beautiful little girl?"

"You want to cum in me."

"And why does daddy want to cum in his little girl?"

"Because you love me!" I said with a little squeal of happiness as I hugged 
him again, only this time I could feel his exposed cock pressing against me 
through my dress.

It was a little sequence we had gone through many times before but I never 
grew tired of it.  With any other guy I would have said he wanted to cum in 
me because he got off doing it to a young girl and with most guys I think it 
is some form of male domination ritual for them.  It's like they are some 
caveman claiming me as their mate except instead of pulling me in the cave by 
my hair, they are releasing their seed inside of me in a vain attempt to mate 
with me.

I knew in my heart that with my dad it was different.  He came in me to 
express his love for me, to give me an intimate part of himself.  I never 
felt so loved as when he would remain in me afterwards, his dick surrounded 
by my pussy with his cum in me.  When he was done and left me, I can still 
feel his cum as it drains from my cunt and reminds me again of how much my 
dad respects me as his daughter and child.  Why else would he do it to me?

I looked around and seeing the altar, turned and leaned over until l was bent 
over with my hands on the edge of the altar and my butt facing my dad.  He 
shuffled over (I don't know why didn't he take his pants off and get it over 
with!) and I felt my dress lift up and the cool air on my ass as he exposed 
me again.  I spread my legs apart to make it easier for him to get to my 
pussy and wiggled it suggestively for him.

Turning my head to the side, I saw my mom sitting in one of the chairs, 
watching intently as her husband moved in behind her daughter, his erect dick 
in his hand as he prepared to fuck her daughter.  God, what she must have 
been thinking right then!  I was a bit surprised she wasn't touching herself 
a little by now.

Many times when my dad fucked me and she was in the room, she just read her 
book or watched TV, content to let us do our thing.  Sometimes, though, she 
seemed more interested and those times when she watched, she almost always 
masturbated, even if it was just rubbing herself through her clothes.  The 
only thing I could think of at the moment was she was concerned that someone 
might come by and she needed to be "normal" if that happened.  The odds were 
highly against that but my mom was always the practical one.

My dad didn't waste any time as I felt the head of his cock pressing against 
the entrance to my pussy.  It hadn't been that long since he had fucked me so 
it wasn't as resistant as usual to his initial entry but I still couldn't 
help but gasp with delight at the feeling if his thick head splitting me open 
as it penetrated me.  Obviously my dad has fucked me many more times than any 
other man but I still feel almost like it's the first time when he does.

When another guys fucks me, I like the feel of it and enjoy the physical 
pleasure.  I know they don't really care about me, though, and it's just for 
them to satisfy their lusts.  One reason I like being fucked by married guys 
is that when they first put themselves in me, I know they have just done 
something they can never take back, that they are now committing adultery 
against their wives and they don't care because they want so bad to fuck me.  
But that's an emotional high driven by another man being bad by his lust for 
me.

When my dad fucks me it is totally different.  After all, he is my FATHER and 
nobody else can make that claim.  He doesn't fuck me out of lust or to cheat 
on his wife, he fucks me because he loves me.  My dad fucks me because I am 
his daughter and it is his right as a father to have me.  Sure it feels good 
when he does, but my emotions at the time are more about how I am fulfilling 
his needs and desires than my own.

I enjoy being fucked from behind but the problem is that without twisting my 
neck enough to make it sore later, I can't really watch what he is doing.  
With some guys, that's not such a bad thing, especially if they aren’t all 
that good looking.  But with my dad I like to look at his face and see the 
lust in his eyes, to see his cock as it strokes in and out of me, to feel him 
inside of me at the same time I see him push into me.  Thus I was thrilled 
when he pulled out of me and twisted me around.  My pussy, though, was crying 
out to be filled again and I squirmed as I wondered what he would do to me 
next.

"You want more, don't you?" he teased me, "My baby girl can't wait to get 
more of her daddy's cock, can she?"

"Daddy!" I whined a little, "Stop teasing me."

He laughed a little at that and reached behind me to pick up the cross and 
set it on the floor.  Then he grabbed me by the waist and lifted me up and 
set me down on the altar.  I could feel the softness of the cloth that 
covered it against my bare ass and for just an instant, wondered if rubbing 
your bare butt against an altar cover wasn't going a little too far!

Spreading my knees apart, my dad moved between me and up against my crotch.  
I put my hand just behind me so I could lean back a little and I watched as 
his dick moved in closer and then quickly disappeared once again inside of 
me.  At the same time I felt that feeling you get when a cock is in your 
pussy and it was almost over whelming to realize that the feeling I was 
getting was from my dad's cock that I was watching push inside of me.

My dad's hands were back on my hips again, pushing and pulling me in sync 
with his thrusts in and out of me.  It felt wonderful!

"Oh daddy... fuck me," I moaned softly, "I want you to cum in me... make me 
yours"

He probably would have cum about then except for one minor detail – the 
knocking on the door.  My heart skipped a beat as I wondered if anyone had 
bothered to lock the door!  Fortunately, my mom's precautions paid off and 
she went to the door and opened it slightly.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, I thought I heard something and I just wanted to be sure 
everything was OK?" a voice came in from the hallway. 

It sounded like one of the elders in church and if it was the one I was 
thinking of, he was a busybody that loved to stick his nose in everyone 
else's business.

As my mom told him it was just her and she was sorry if anyone as disturbed, 
my dad and I were literally frozen in place.  It was about as surreal of a 
scene as I could have ever imagined.  Here I was, bare ass on a church altar, 
my own father's hard dick deep in my pussy, while my mom talked to an elder 
of the church as if everything was fine and normal!  Well, it may have been 
"normal" for us, but somehow I doubted out church would have been so 
understanding if they found out someone was committing incest in the prayer 
room right in the middle of the church service!

Even though neither of us was moving a muscle, I could feel my dad's dick 
throbbing inside of me and I clenched my pussy to squeeze down on him.  He 
obviously wasn't expecting me to be doing anything like that as he jumped 
just a little and then had to cover his mouth to keep from making a sound.  
He looked at me sternly but then he cracked a smile but wagged his finger at 
me as if to say I should behave myself.  Yeah right, like I was the one with 
his dick in his daughter on top of an altar!

My mom shut the door and I heard the distinctive click of the lock this time.  
She resumed her seat and shook her head slowly at us.

"Now you two behave yourselves and keep it down," she admonished us, "Thank 
god he knocked and didn't just come right in!"

We responded with a "yes, Mommy" and "yes, Dear" and it was back to the 
business at hand.  Well, there wasn't anything business" at all to what we 
were doing but the phrase fits.  If anything, I think almost getting caught 
made the two of us even hornier than ever.

Given the way society views incest, my dad was always careful to be sure we 
were never caught in public yet he still seemed to love the thrill of pushing 
the envelope to where we ALMOST got caught.  As disastrous as it would have 
been to be found fucking in church, ALMOST getting caught was obviously a 
huge turn-on from him judging from the way he was banging me harder than ever 
right off the bat.

"Here it cums baby," he groaned softly, his eyes shut tight and his face 
tense, "Daddy's cumming in you!"

I looked over at my mom and a huge smile broke out on my face as I felt him 
releasing his sperm inside of me.  She knew what that smile meant and she 
mouthed "I love you," to me as my dad shared himself with me.  It wasn't 
nearly his normal load but what could you expect under the circumstances?  
Besides, when he came in my pussy it was not so much how MUCH he came but the 
fact he did it in the first place that made me happy.

When his orgasm had expired, my dad pushed himself deep into me and we just 
stayed that way for a few minutes, a father and daughter joined intimately, 
sharing their love for one another.  Finally it my mom who brought us down to 
earth.

"OK you two, get it together, we need to get out of here before the service 
ends."

I listened to the service and realized our pastor was delivering his post-
sermon prayer.  That meant we had only a little time during the final hymn to 
sneak back in to the service.  For me it was pretty easy, I just dropped my 
dress back down and straightened my hair.  My dad's cock was rapidly 
shrinking as he pulled his pants back up which was good as it meant he 
wouldn't have to hide himself on the return trip.  My mom straightened out 
the altar and then I heard her mumble something under breath.

"What's the matter mom?" I asked.

Look at this, you go the altar cover all wet!" she huffed, "Here, help me 
turn it around and try to hide it.

I shrugged my shoulders as if to say, "not my fault" while my dad just 
chortled.

"Give the poor girl a break Mary," he said, "I know someone else that use to 
soak the car seats in my parents car!"

My mom playfully slapped him as she put the cross back in place and 
straightened everything out.  Then she shooed us all out and we left the room 
together.  We hadn't gone twenty feet down the hall when our friend the elder 
walked by.  He looked at the three of us and a surprised expression came to 
his face.

"Hey John, good to see you again," he said, putting his hand out to shake my 
dad's.  "Sorry, I didn't realize the three of you were in there together.  
Anything I can help with?"

I bit my tongue hard to keep from breaking out laughing.  If he only knew 
what kind of help he would have needed to give had he joined us!  My dad just 
shook his head and move forward, leaving the guy behind.  I wondered if he 
had any suspicion at all of what the REAL story was but then, why would he?  
I mean, how many people would suspect that a father would commit incest with 
his daughter right in the middle of church?

When we got to the sanctuary, everyone was standing and the organ was blaring 
for the final hymn.  I slipped in first into the pew next to Kristi followed 
by my mom and then my dad.

"Well?" Kristi asked.

I just grinned and nodded and her eyes widened.

"You REALLY did it?" she said.  She wasn't so much surprised as confirming 
what she knew.  I quickly put my finger in my mouth and then took it out and 
she just rolled her eyes at me and grinned.

Once the service was over, we all streamed slowly out and stood in line to 
shake the pastor's hand.  Standing there, I could feel my dad's cum starting 
to drain from my pussy and I prayed that the line would hurry up so I could 
get to the restroom before something embarrassing happened.  For once I was 
happy he had not cum a lot in me, as then it would have been a real 
possibility but it was just a feeling of dampness for now.

When it was our turn my dad shook the pastor's hand and he greeted us, 
commenting that it was nice to see our whole family back in church again.  I 
suddenly felt incredibly horny as I wondered what he would have thought had 
he ANY idea of what we had really been doing during the service.

As soon as we passed by him, I told my mom I needed to visit the little 
girl's room and Kristi came with me.  Surprisingly, nobody else was in there, 
I guess everyone was too anxious to get back home and use their own toilet.  
The heavy door shut behind us and Kristi checked out the stalls to be sure 
nobody was in there with us before she turned to me with a huge grin on her 
face.

"Well, was it like you planned?" she asked, the curiosity burning her up.

"Almost," I said and then I told her about our little "interruption".  She 
giggled and then I reached under my dress and rubbed my pussy.  Sure enough, 
there was a little wetness where my dad's cum had drained out a bit so I ran 
my fingers over it and then held them out to Kristi.

"Wanna taste?" I teased her?

Kristi sucked on my finger and grinned.  "You are SUCH a slut, you know that 
don't you?"

"Oh?  And I suppose you're not?" I retorted.

We both laughed as I washed my hands and we headed back to our parents.  Our 
plans were to go to lunch to celebrate Father's Day but so far as I was 
concerned, the celebration had already been held.  After all, it was only 
noon and already I'd been fucked twice by my dad, including once in church.

I certainly hoped this was going to be a Father's Day my dad would always 
remember!

THE END 


  
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