Subject:     An Evening With My Dad
Story Codes: MF F-solo oral incest father daughter
Diary Date:  February 21, 2009
Author:      Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>

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Summary
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There comes a time when a father has needs that only his daughter can 
take care of.  If that daughter wants to be a good daughter, she'll 
always be there for him when he has those needs!

Table of Contents
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   Chapter 1 - The True Meaning of Father-Daughter Incest
   Chapter 2 - Dad's Reaction to My Mom's Death
   Chapter 3 - Aunt Linda's Suggestion
   Chapter 4 - Getting Myself Ready 
   Chapter 5 - Pleasing My Father


Chapter 1 - The True Meaning of Father-Daughter Incest
======================================================
If there is one thing I've tried to emphasize over and over again 
throughout the years, it's that my relationship with my father, while 
more intimate perhaps than that shared by most fathers and daughters, has 
NEVER crossed the line to where I am his lover or anything more than 
being his daughter (as if THAT wasn't enough!).  It was one of the 
reasons why my mother never felt any jealousy or remorse over my 
incestuous sexual relationship with my dad.  She knew without a doubt 
that the only woman in the world he made love to was her.  Any other 
woman my dad might have had sex with, be it me, her sister, or my 
cousins, was strictly "fucking", an outlet for his sexual needs and lust.  
Of course he still loved us so it wasn't "just sex", but hopefully you 
get the idea of what I'm trying to say.

Of course, when it comes to sex with me, while he may be "fucking" me 
rather than "making love", I'm still his only daughter so there's always 
been something special about our times together.  It's more than just 
about the physical side of it when I say I never feel closer to my father 
than when I'm in his arms and he is buried inside of me, the warmth of 
his climax still radiating inside of me.  Through sex my father can 
express his love and respect for me.  I say  "love" in that how more 
loving can a father be than to join himself with his own daughter in the 
most intimate way possible?  "Respect" in that he has NEVER abused me or 
used me, never asked me to do anything that is shameful, humiliating or 
something I wouldn't want to do.

It is because of the combination of love and respect that my father has 
always had for me that I "submit" myself totally to him when he takes me 
to his bed (or wherever else he wants it).  Now I realize that for some 
people, the concept of "submission" has been twisted and perverted over 
the years to mean things like slavery and bondage, something kinky or 
demeaning.  All I can say is that for me, that is as far from the truth 
as possible.  While the Bible commands a wife to submit to her husband, 
it is not commanding her to be barefoot and pregnant.  Indeed, there is 
an equal demand placed on the husband to love his wife.  So it is with my 
father and me.  I "submit" to his authority because I know he has such a 
love for me.  Not the same love he had for my mother - that was something 
special between two people bonded together for life through the wedding 
vows.  It was rather the deep love of a parent for a child, of a father 
for his only daughter, of a man for a younger woman in his care.

Now don't get me wrong, my dad IS a man and he has the same male needs 
and lusts that every other man has.  Of course there have been times when 
lust has overwhelmed him and he has sought me out to quench the burning 
desires within him.  Yet even at those times, when the look in my 
father's eyes becomes so intense, almost like he is possessed by his most 
basic instincts, I still feel wonderful because I am able to be there for 
him at such a time of need.  It makes me feel good to know that not only 
can I trust him, but he trusts me as well to be there when he craves me, 
to give him what he needs unconditionally and without expecting anything 
in return.

Finally, just so nobody thinks I'm too "out there" with all this, I don't 
mind admitting that I enjoy it when my dad fucks me.  As I said before, 
he IS a man and I may be a bit biased in my assessment but he fucks me 
pretty damn good!  There have also been times when I too had needs which 
he helped me with so it's not a one-way street with him by any means.

Well, one more thing to get off my chest before I step down from my 
soapbox.  Incest, at least "proper" incest, is ONLY an expression of 
love, NOT a requirement.  After all, I spent the first sixteen years of 
my life with absolutely no sexual relations with my father of any kind.  
He loved me before I offered myself to him just as much as he did 
afterwards.

If there's one thing that tells me what we are doing is right and moral, 
it's the feeling of security I get knowing that if for some odd reason we 
stopped having sex tomorrow, it would have absolutely no impact 
whatsoever on the love between us.  Sex merely allows us to be more 
intimate, to serve as a means to EXPRESS our love and to allow us to meet 
each other's needs.  I cannot emphasize enough that it has NEVER been the 
basis for our love.  He is my dad and I love him, period, sex or no sex.  
Of course I LOVE the sex part.


Chapter 2 - Dad's Reaction to My Mom's Death
============================================
After my mother passed away, it was like something was taken from my 
father that left a hole in him that can never be filled.  However, if 
there was one thing I am certain of more than anything in my life, it is 
that I will never try to fill that hole.  It would be an insult to my 
mother and eventually I believe it would destroy the relationship I have 
with my father.  All this crap people write about in so-called "erotic" 
stories about how a girl takes the place of her dead mother to satisfy 
the needs of her grieving father is just that - crap.  I had grown weary 
of that tired story line but now it angers me when I read something that 
starts out with, "my mom died...".  It's just so much crap, pure garbage.  
If there is a real case where such a thing HAS happened, I think it would 
be sinful and just plain morally wrong.

At the time of her passing I was living at home.  Once the initial grief 
and shock was over, and life had to start moving on once again, I chose 
to move back to my old apartment.  It just seemed to be the appropriate 
thing to do.  It's hard to explain, but I wanted to be sure that in some 
future moment of grief and weakness, that nothing ever happened that 
would harm the beautiful relationship I shared with my dad.  Now, more 
than ever, I needed my FATHER.

As for dad, over the next few months he had his work to keep him busy.  
He also had someone else to help him - my mom's sister Linda.  Actually 
their relationship went back to their high school days (well, 8th grade 
for her).  My dad started dating my mom first as she was a couple of 
years older than Linda, but Linda eventually got herself involved with 
him as well.  It was just teenage hormones at that time but they grew 
close over the years as they matured.  

Of course, my dad DID marry my mom so you know which sister he truly 
loved and which one was just for fun, but even after the marriage, they 
still got together now and then for some casual sex between consenting 
adults.  My mother never interfered because first, she knew who my dad 
REALLY loved and second, since her sister was part of her immediate 
marriage family, my dad had the moral right to have sex with her so long 
as it was consensual, no different than he eventually would with me and 
my cousin Kristen, Linda's daughter.

It wasn't for a few months after my mom's passing that my dad and Linda 
got back together again.  Actually, neither of them ever discussed it 
much with me, at least not in any detail.  I was only aware of much of 
what they were doing because she was over at his house a lot and I knew 
from growing up what THAT meant.  Plus, I'd actually seen them doing it a 
few times when I went in the house unannounced (as I always do).  It 
wasn't anything they were embarrassed about, just something they didn't 
share with me.  Well, there WAS one time when my dad discussed it with 
me, but only to assure me that it was just as it had been before with 
them - something they both enjoyed and nothing more than that.

Of course, not living at home meant my times with my dad were much fewer 
and farther between.  When I lived at home, we had a little ritual that 
he started when I was still in high school where he would come into my 
room in the morning before leaving for work Sometimes he just masturbated 
and came on me, leaving to wake later with the evidence on my face or 
boobs.  Other times I would suck him off and then there were mornings 
when he had more time and fucked me. 

I remember what a kick he use to get out of seeing how far in me he could 
get his dick before I would wake up.  There were a few times I faked 
being asleep but now and then I would awaken to the most marvelous 
sensation - my dad's dick buried to the hilt inside of me!  Granted, THAT 
was pretty rare but the few times it happened are etched in my memory 
forever!  Needless to say, our ritual has been hard to keep up when I 
wasn't sleeping in the bedroom next door to his.

Another tradition my dad and I have formed over the years is one which I 
have strived to maintain, regardless of my schedule.  Don't think bad of 
me but I love it when my dad fucks me just before we go to church, 
literally with my dress on and ready to go out the door.  Usually less 
than fifteen minutes later we are sitting in the pews, my pussy still 
throbbing while his fresh cum is draining from me.  I look around the 
crowded church and it makes me so horny to wonder what people would say 
if they knew why I was fidgeting so much!

In the past month or so, those Sunday mornings have pretty much been the 
only times my dad has fucked me.  There were a couple of times he called 
me and asked if I was "busy", code words for him being horny and would I 
mind helping him out.  But otherwise I think Linda has been pretty much 
taking care of his day- to-day requirements.  My dad was never one to go 
more than a day or two without getting SOME form of sex and as he has 
returned to his more normal routine, those needs are still there, alive 
and kicking.


Chapter 3 - Aunt Linda's Suggestion
===================================
Then, just a few days ago, I got a surprising phone call.

"Hello Kelly, this is Linda."

I couldn't even remember the last time my aunt had called me.  Although I 
still referred to her as my "Aunt Linda", she had been trying for years 
to get me to just call her Linda.  Not sure what to say at first, I 
quickly regained my composure and replied with a simple "hello".  She got 
straight to the point.

"You know, of course, I've been spending a lot of time lately with your 
dad..."

Yeah, like damn near every night lately it seems.  It wasn't that I was 
jealous or anything, really I wasn't.  At the same time, I was starting 
to wonder if she was still seeing all this as a simple sexual liaison or 
maybe she was hunting for something more.  This was hard for me to come 
to grips with as I would've sworn no such thing could EVER happen between 
her and my dad, but then again, they DID have a long history and no doubt 
had my mom not gotten to him first, he may well have married Linda.

"...and I know Valentine's Day was a little, well, awkward...," she 
continued as my mind raced well ahead of her.

My dad had taken the two of us out for Valentine's Day.  We went to a 
great steak house where he presented us with flowers.  It was almost 
identical to last year's Valentine's dinner with one major difference - 
back then my mom had sat next to me but this year it was my Aunt Linda.  
Not only that, but last year my dad had fucked me when we got home while 
my mom waited patiently for her turn, or should I say, for the rest of 
the night with my dad.  This year it was different.  I was the one who 
went straight home from the restaurant while Linda went home with my dad.  
Saying it was a little "awkward" was like saying the Titanic had a leak!

"...but I felt you needed to know something about your dad," I barely 
heard her saying.

"Oh?  And just what would THAT be?" I asked, trying to keep the sarcasm 
from my tone.

"Just listen to me Kelly for once.  He needs you Kelly... he REALLY needs 
you."

"What do you mean?  He didn't seem to need me all that much last week.  
Besides, he has me Sunday morning like he always did."

There was a pause on the phone, as if she was gathering her thoughts as 
to how she should best respond.  I kept on, saying, "Why does he need ME 
so much?  It seems you've been doing pretty good taking care of any 
'needs' he may have been having lately."

"Oh Kelly, don't say that!  Don't even think that way," she protested, 
"You know how it is with me and your dad.  We're just friends, nothing 
more, but YOU are his daughter and he loves you more than ever."

She paused again, waiting for my response, but this time I kept quiet, 
waiting to see where this was leading.

"Think for a moment.... When was the last time you submitted to him?" she 
asked quietly.

"Uh, like I just said, Sunday morning before church."

"No, I don't mean just a quick fuck to get him off.  I mean... when was 
the last time you REALLY submitted to him?  You know what I mean dear."

My silence spoke volumes.  Indeed, it HAD been a long time since I had 
done anything "special" for my dad.  I couldn't pin down the exact date, 
but it was before my mom was gone.  Since then he'd fucked me numerous 
times, but it was always just a quick fuck, a few minutes before church, 
a quick BJ after a dinner out, little things like that.

"You know dear, moving out may not have been the best idea..." she sort 
of threw out but I wasn't biting.

"We've been over that enough, haven't we?  If anything, I'm more sure 
today than ever I did the right thing."

"OK, it was just an observation, you don't bite my head off," she 
responded, trying to add a little laugh to take the edge off.  She 
quickly moved to change the subject.

"Look, I know you and your dad have always had something special between 
you, even if at times I didn't always fully understand it.  All I know is 
for whatever reason you've distanced yourself from him recently and it 
hurts him, even if he won't say so himself."

I almost hung up on her.  "For whatever reason"?  Oh my god, how could 
she even SAY that?  But at the same time what she said sort of hit home.  
Indeed, I had thought about the very same thing many times recently.  

"So what do you think I should do?" I asked.  Heck, I knew the answer but 
for whatever reason, I wanted her to be the one to suggest it.

"I think only you know that," she said, skirting the issue.  "Like I 
said, I haven't always fully understood what you and he did, but I DO 
know you mom thought It was wonderful.  Sure, I enjoy the sex with him 
and I like to think he feels the same, but we don't have 'it", whatever 
it was he had with your mom and to some degree with you.  We never did 
have it."

"Well, thanks for calling Aunt Linda," I said, not too subtlety putting 
an end to the conversation.  

"I hope I'm not sticking my nose where it doesn't being Kelly," she 
apologized, "I love your dad in my own way and I just want the best for 
him.  Think about what I said, OK?"

I assured her that I would and the phone went dead.  It wasn't something 
that really required a lot of thought.  Indeed, I had masturbated 
numerous times recently thinking about some ideas I had in mind.  The 
problem was, the longer it went on this way, the more awkward it made it 
to fix it.  Pacing my apartment, I held my own private little debate.  
Was I being overly cautious?  Trying to be too sensitive?  Was it really 
my dad I was worried about or was it my own feelings I was having such a 
hard time dealing with?  Enough was enough, I knew what had to be done.

"Hello, dad?" I said into the phone as he picked up my call, "I was 
thinking and I wondered if you would like to go out for dinner again this 
weekend?"

"Sure sweetie," he said without a moment's hesitation, "Do you want me to 
ask your Aunt Linda to come with us?"

That last question, if nothing else, drove home for me just how far I'd 
let this get out of hand.  Six months ago such a suggestion would NEVER 
have been made.  Heck, he wouldn't have even asked to bring my mom along.  
Had we really grown so apart that he thought I would want actually WANT 
someone else with us?

"Daddy, I just want to be your girl for the night, is that OK?" 

"Sure baby... I didn't mean anything by that!"

"So what time can you pick me up?"

THAT surprised him a little, as I could deduce from the hesitation.  My 
dad hadn't been by my place since he helped me move.  It took more than 
that, though, to knock him off his stride.

"How about seven?"

With that established, we went on to some small talk.  He asked if I'd 
been to any parties lately and I just teased him, telling him I would 
fill him in over our dinner.  Ever since I first started dating, my dad 
loved to hear about what I did.  At first, if he got turned on he would 
just masturbate but after we started having sex, if I got him horny 
enough we might head to my room to "finish the story" as he liked to call 
it.  

Hanging up the phone again, this time I just sat on the edge of my bed, 
wondering what I'd just gotten myself into.  It had been AGES since I'd 
done anything like this with my dad.  It HAD to be special.  Damn, what 
was I going to do?


Chapter 4 - Getting Myself Ready
================================
That night as I lay in bed masturbating myself to sleep, my mind drifted 
off to that night so many years before when my father first came to my 
bedroom.  I remembered how nervous I was, yet excited beyond words.  I'd 
been trying for over a week to "seduce" my dad after secretly watching 
him making love to my mom in our hot tub.  I can still remember every 
detail, how wonderful it made me feel to see them having sex for the 
first time.  Watching them, I realized what a wonderful thing it was that 
they were sharing.  Sure, I'd been fucked by a number of boys by then but 
I'd never had anything happen like what I saw between my mom and dad.  
Little did I know at the time, but my dad had been desiring me for years 
but my mom had made him wait for me to make the first move.  He probably 
would have taken me up on my "offer" the first time I suggested anything 
but again my mom made him wait until she was absolutely certain it was 
what I wanted.

My fingers rubbed gently on my clit as I recalled how fast my heart was 
beating as he approached me, looking so handsome with his dick standing 
out like a stiff rod.  My dad had fondled me before, but that was just my 
dad touching me, no different than any other dad might do with his 
daughter.  This time was different.  This time it had a different intent, 
a different desire.  This time he WANTED me.... in a way he never had 
before.

God I was so wet!  My heart pounded as I pushed my finger into my pussy, 
reminding me of how it felt the first time my dad had entered me.  Of 
course I was a couple of years and more than several dicks from being a 
virgin, but in its own way it was like my first time all over again.  
This wasn't just some horny boy from school getting us off, this was my 
own FATHER penetrating me with his erect cock.  It was WONDERFUL!

When I finally came, alone in the darkness of my bedroom, it was better 
than it had been in ages.  My hips thrust upward from the bed, driving my 
imaginary daddy dick deeper into me, my cum gushing as my imagination 
worked overtime.  In my mind he was cumming in me again for the first 
time.  Sure, I'd felt boys cum in me before but this was different - WAY 
different.  This was my DAD'S sperm inside of me.  My own father was 
literally mating me!  It was a feeling I would never forget and indeed, 
on this cold winter night I was cumming hard remembering every detailed 
moment.

In my closet are lots of dresses and outfits that I knew my dad would 
love - many of them based on past experience.  I didn't even bother 
looking, though, as I was determined to make this night really special.  
That meant, at a minimum, I had to wear something he'd never seen before.  
The next morning, after I masturbated and got cleaned up, I called my 
cousin Kristen to ask if she'd be interested in joining me on a shopping 
trip.  She was a little sleepy still from her previous night's work, but 
she assured me she would be ready to go by lunchtime.

I stopped by Kristen's place just after noon and was rather surprised 
that she was at the door waiting.  It wasn't that she was lazy, but 
Kristen just wasn't what you would call a "morning person".  Indeed, she 
was the type that would sleep in till mid-afternoon and then spend all 
night out.  I guess that was good considering her profession.

"Hey, my mom told me to make sure you got special but she didn't say why.  
What's the story Kelly?" she asked as soon as she had buckled up and we 
were on our way to the mall.  

I filled her in on the details and she just had this naughty smirk on her 
face.  Finally, it got the better of me and so I turned to her while at a 
stoplight.

"OK, spill it girl... what's up with you?"

Kristen giggled and grinned even more at me.  "Why bother shopping?  Just 
walk in naked and I'm sure he'll be just as happy."

Just like my cousin.  Well, she never claimed to be subtle.  I guess in 
her line of work she didn't have to worry about it.  I didn't even try to 
argue, she knew full well what my plans were and she was just trying to 
push my buttons.  Yep, typical Kristen... but I loved her anyway.

We spent the entire afternoon roaming from one store to another.  I had a 
pretty good idea in my mind what I was looking for.  Dinner called for 
something seductive but not TOO revealing.  Sort of like setting the 
stage for the evening.  I wanted other men to look at me so my dad would 
be proud of me - not to mention feeling pretty good about himself as all 
those other guys would be wishing they were him.  At the same time, I 
didn't want it to look like he was with an escort either so it had to be 
classy without being overly slutty.  Not so much sexy as erotic.  
Revealing but teasing.  Of course, it had to look good coming OFF as well 
as it did being ON.  Not the easiest task by any means!

Most times I wore something like this, I didn't bother with anything 
else.  To walk into a room with nothing on but a little black dress and 
heels was stimulating, to say the least.  Even if I DID wear something, 
it was usually nothing but a small thong.  A bra was something definitely 
NOT on my list in the past.  Today, though, was different.  The only 
thing underwear was good for was not so much wearing it, it's letting it 
be seen and then taking it off.  So on top of hunting for the perfect 
dress, we had to find just the right lingerie to go with it.  One or the 
other would have been hard enough to get in just one afternoon but to 
find an outfit that matched in just a few hours was a lot tougher than it 
might seem!

If nothing else proved how daunting our task was, consider that for the 
entire afternoon, neither Kristen or I masturbated or played around with 
each other or anyone else we met.  Not that we didn't have plenty of 
opportunities.  The dressing rooms in several stores practically called 
out for some action and there were enough guys watching me try on dresses 
and bras that it would have been like shooting fish in a barrel to grab 
one of them.  But we were on a mission, our energies and minds focused on 
the goal.  This was one of the most important shopping trips I'd ever 
made and I wanted it to be perfect.  I could always go out with her some 
other time and have some fun.

Finally, mission accomplished.  Kristen and grabbed something to eat at 
TGI Fridays after which I dropped her off at home.  By the time I 
practically stumbled into my apartment, I was exhausted!  I hung up my 
new dress in the bathroom on the shower rail and dropped off my bags on 
the chair in my room, then simply flopped on my back onto my bed.  

Oh my god, I was so happy!  It had been a wonderful day with my cousin.  
Sure we didn't do anything "wild and crazy", but we had fun just the 
same, enjoying each other's company and conversation.  It was a rare 
opportunity for us to be this way, just two girls out together, enjoying 
themselves without the pressure of trying to "one up" the other or deal 
with guys.  OK, so I'm sorry that there was nothing for guys to jerk off 
reading about, but it was important to me.

As exhausted as I was, I must have dozed off instantly as next thing I 
knew I was in the dark, laying on my bed with my clothes on and the 
lights off.  Rubbing my eyes to try and wake up, my eyes gradually 
focused on the clock by my bed.  Damn, it was after midnight!  I must 
have been even more tired than I thought.  How many miles had we put on 
the past afternoon?  I know we had to have hit every shop at least twice!  
Struggling to get out of bed, I stripped off my clothes, debated whether 
I should shower first, and then said the hell with it and just crawled 
under the covers.  I had a big night ahead of me and if I didn't get some 
sleep now, I'd never be in shape for it when it came.

The next morning I awoke with a start.  God, talk about a crazy dream!  
The memory of it was fading so fast I could only grab bits and pieces of 
it but whatever it was, it had me horny as hell!  Reaching down under the 
covers, my pussy was soaking wet and my finger slid easily between my 
pussy lips until the tip of my finger was just inside of me.  Damn, who 
was it that was fucking me in my sleep?  It was so real, so intense, as 
if someone HAD been fucking while I was practically in a coma.  All I 
could remember was the feeling of this massive dick, stroking in and out 
of me, then cumming and cumming, shooting streams of thick sperm into me 
like a hose that just wouldn't shut off.  It had kept pouring into me, 
literally gallons of cum, gushing out of my pussy around his dick and 
down over my ass onto my bed.  As I fingered myself, all I could remember 
now was how much he had cum in me, more than ten guys normally could 
have.  I twirled my fingertip just inside the entrance to my pussy, 
teasing the nerve endings that were clustered there, sending shivers up 
and down my spine.

Any other day, I might have tried to go back to sleep and relive the 
dream again, to find out who this magic dick belonged to, learn how he 
was able to cum so much in me.  Sleep, however, was about the LAST thing 
my body was ready for as I quickly brought myself to a climax.  As worked 
up as I was when I woke up, it didn't take much more to send me over the 
edge!  I was on my side, my hands plunged between my legs, curling up 
into a fetal position as I wanted to scream out.  

It felt so good!  

I used one hand to finger my clit while I pushed two fingers into me from 
the other.  Goose bumps broke out all over me even though I was sweating 
but at the same time shivering.  I closed my eyes and concentrated, not 
thinking about anything but what was happening between my legs, and how 
it was making the rest of my body go bezerk.  

How long I laid there, all curled up tight in a ball under my covers, I 
have no idea.  It didn't really matter anyway.  Finally, Mother Nature's 
call became loud enough that I had to get out of bed and use the 
bathroom.  My legs wobbled a little as I walked across the hall to my 
tiny little bathroom.  Leaning over the sink to keep my balance, I looked 
at myself in the mirror and winced.  God, I looked a wreck!  My hair was 
all over the place, makeup messed up, and I just looked like I needed a 
few more hours of sleep!  It was tempting - VERY tempting, but I had 
appointments to keep and I wanted to look good for daddy tonight so I 
couldn't miss them.  

Once I had cleaned myself up and gotten at least presentable, it was 
almost time for my hair appointment so I threw on my coat and headed to 
the salon.  Normally I'd do my own hair but this date was with daddy, and 
I wanted it to be a special one.  I felt like I was glowing inside as I 
couldn't wait for the day to pass so I could be with my dad!  At the 
salon, even the girls seemed to notice I was in a special mood.  The girl 
doing my hair must have been all of eighteen or nineteen.  She asked me 
if I was going out to a dance or something tonight and I just smiled at 
her and told her the truth, that I was meeting my dad for dinner.  At 
first she kind of gave me an odd look but then it was like she had 
somehow rationalized what I'd told her.

"Oh how nice," she said, "Sort of a father-daughter night out?" I nodded 
and she continued, "You're lucky, I haven't spoken to my dad in ages."

It seemed to open a door for her and for the rest of the time I was 
there, she told me about how her parents always argued and how she 
actually wished they would have divorced so at least she didn't have to 
listen to them yelling at each other all the time.  She explained how she 
had wanted to go to college but got knocked up when she was just sixteen 
and didn't even know who the father was - without a DNA test there were 
simply too many possibilities apparently.  It went on and on and it 
seemed to help her to get it out of her, although I wondered how the 
salon manager might have responded had she known what we were discussing. 

When I left, I couldn't help but think how lucky I was to have been 
raised the way I had been.  I almost felt guilty when I thought about how 
the poor girl didn't even speak to her dad while here I was, getting 
myself all dolled up for mine so I could look pretty for him on our date 
tonight.  Imagine if the girl had known my expectations for AFTER the 
date!

Back home, I had a few hours so I set the alarm and took a quick nap.  It 
wasn't the most comfortable one as I sat on the couch in the living room 
so my hair wouldn't get messed up but I was still feeling tired and I 
wanted to be as alert as possible later on.  Silly me, I assumed I would 
only doze for twenty to thirty minutes so I didn't set an alarm or 
anything.  Suddenly my eyes popped open and I was instantly awake as I 
realized it was later than it should have been judging from the dimming 
of the light in the room!  Oh god, I had barely an hour before he was 
picking me up!  

Thankfully, I'd showered and shaved this morning, my hair and nails were 
done, so all I had to do was brush my teeth and fix my makeup.  Reaching 
for the dress bag, I smiled as I carried it to my room and carefully laid 
it out on the bed.  First things first.... I looked myself over in the 
full length mirror on the back of the bedroom door.  OK, so I wasn't as 
tight as I was when I was sixteen but the girl I saw in the mirror was 
almost eight years older. 

I hefted my boobs in my hand and smiled.  God, how I had waited so long 
for them to fill in!  I must have been one of the last girls in my group 
to justify a training bra and it seemed mine were always the smallest.  
Girls like my best friend Beth were filling out their C and D cups while 
I was still looking like a kid from junior high!  Whoever said girls 
mature earlier forgot to tell my boobs!  Now they were a solid C cup and 
I loved the way they felt as I held them up and let my fingers tease the 
nipples.  

My hand ran over my bare pussy mound, smooth as a baby's behind still 
after my morning shave.  I ran my fingers all over, checking for any 
remaining stubble.  Mmmmmmm, I couldn't wait to feel my dad's hands over 
it later!  Twisting around to check out my ass, I frowned a bit.  It 
wasn't that I was fat or loose, but a little time at the gym wouldn't 
hurt.  

I opened my shopping back and took out the bra Kristen had picked out for 
me.  It was jet black and strapless, the only strapless one I had.  After 
all, if you're wearing a strapless dress, why bother with a bra in most 
cases?  In this case, my dress wasn't strapless but I still needed a 
strapless bra as there wasn't enough to hide bra straps and I wasn't 
going for the slutty, "show your lingerie off" look tonight.  Wrapping it 
around me, I snapped the clasps together and twisted it around so the 
cups were under my boobs and then lifted it up, stuffing each boob in as 
I did.  It was an underwire support bra so it had the effect of boosting 
my boobs a bit and squeezing them together, maximizing my cleavage. 

As usual when I first put on a bra, I felt a bit restricted but it wasn't 
all that bad and I knew it looked good on me.  Certainly the guys hanging 
around the shop where I'd bought it thought so!  But then, I could've 
been wearing a maternity bra and they probably would've given the thumbs 
up.  The edges were lined with lace and the material was so sheer you 
could see my nipples outlined underneath.  Just what I was looking for, 
something that teased but still made it clear what was available.

Next came the thong.  It wasn't the smallest thong I'd ever worn, not by 
a long shot, but then it still revealed a lot more than panties.  
Actually, we had debated whether or not I should wear panties instead of 
a thong.  The girls helping me and Kristen at the store had brought out 
some really sexy pairs for me to try and they all agreed some of them 
really looked hot on me.  I also got the distinct impression a couple of 
them wouldn't mind giving me some more "personal" service but there was 
no time for that. 

In the end, I went with the thong just because I wanted to show off more 
of my bare ass.  I guess it was maybe growing up with little boobs but I 
just loved to show off my bottom.  Given a choice between being 
bottomless to topless, bottomless won every time.  Back to the thong... 
it wasn't a string style so there was actually some material in back 
which I sort of preferred as it was a lot more comfortable than having 
something pulled up between your ass cheeks all night.  In front, it 
actually hid all of my pussy and more, almost enough to be presentable in 
public.  The material matched the bra, jet black and sheer with just a 
touch of lace to make it even more feminine.  

The next box in the bag held my shoes, six-inch stiletto heels that 
wrapped around my ankles a few times and then tied off.  Open toed, cold 
for winter but I didn't care.  Yes, uncomfortable as hell but I loved the 
way they looked on me at the store and I knew they would really help to 
make my legs look good.  Sitting on the bed, I put them on and it took a 
while to get all the strings looking just right.  Well, at least they 
weren't going to fall off!  When I stood up, I looked back in the mirror 
again and smiled.  Yes indeed, my dad was going to love them!

Finally, I carefully picked up the dress.  Actually, it was more of a 
wrap than a dress but once it was on me, tied in back and properly 
adjusted, it looked like a regular dress.  It had spaghetti shoulder 
straps to help hold up the front which plunged deep below my cleavage.  
There simply wasn't enough material to hold up the cups without the 
straps.  The dress flowed down my torso, hugging me tightly yet not 
bunching up.  The lower edges were almost to my ankles, but it wasn't 
like my legs were totally hidden or anything like that.  The edge of the 
wrap was on my left side and if I twisted sharply or sat down, it would 
separate and display some leg.  The sharper I moved, or if I sat and 
crossed my legs, the more it showed.  I loved the way it first appeared 
to be relatively conservative, at least from a length perspective but 
then surprised by showing off my entire leg up to my hips.  The whole 
dress was what my dad would have called "slinky", flowing smoothly 
without any decorations or markings, from my boobs to the bottom hem.  
Yes indeed, I certainly didn't look like a sixteen year-old anymore!

It was close to time for me to be picked up so I got out my long 
overcoat.  I had debated the previous day about whether or not to add a 
purse, but what was the point?  I was old enough now that waiters weren't 
carding me and besides, with my dad along I doubted that would be a 
concern anywhere anyway. 

Standing there in the living room all alone, suddenly it was like I was 
waiting for a date back in high school again!  Just as it was back then, 
I had a pretty good idea where the night was going to lead, but I was 
still excited and couldn't wait for it to happen.  Back then I might have 
masturbated a little, getting myself all worked up before my boyfriend 
arrived, but there was no need for that tonight.  As it was, I was 
worried my thing was going to be soaked before the night even started!


Chapter 5 - Pleasing My Father
==============================
The doorbell rang, making me jump as it broke my train of thoughts about 
the good old days.  It could be only one person - my dad was here!  
Reining in my emotions, I did my best to walk deliberately to the door, 
opening it slowly and then acting as if I was surprised to see my dad 
standing there.

"Hi daddy!"

"Evening baby," my dad responded, "Whoa... you really look nice tonight!  
Love the hair."

He reached for me and took me in his arms and kissed me as we stood in 
the open doorway to my apartment.  His lips felt so good on mine!  Our 
tongues met and I felt like I was melting in his arms.  God, it had been 
so long since he had hugged me and kissed me like this!  There's simply 
no love like that of a father for his daughter.

"I think we'd better get going before we BOTH get carried away," he 
whispered to me.  

As always my father was right, a few more minutes and I might just pull 
him into my apartment and said the hell with the dinner and just spent 
the night in bed with him.  As much as I desired it, at the same time I 
wanted the evening to be something special for him.  Not that fucking me 
wouldn't be special!  

My dad took me by the hand and led me to his car.  Opening the door for 
me like a gentleman, I noticed his eyes were on me the entire time.  With 
my coat over me there wasn't much to see but the look on his face told me 
how much he wanted me.  God, why hadn't we done this sooner?

It took about twenty minutes to get downtown where he used the valet 
service so we wouldn't have to walk in the cold.  I was especially 
thankful since I wasn't exactly wearing hiking boots.  Inside the 
restaurant, he helped me off with my coat for the coat check.  Once it 
was off, he - and the coat check guy, both stared at me in my new dress.  

"Like my dress daddy?" I cooed, fishing blatantly for compliments.

My dad's cheeks puffed as he blew out a breath of air.  "Wow, it's been a 
while since I've seen you wearing anything like it."

Meanwhile, the look on the coat check guy was classic.  He seemed to be 
in his twenties or so, and when he heard me say "daddy" his eyes widened 
a bit and he looked even more at me.  He was probably debating whether I 
was just being cute or if this guy really WAS my dad.  Just to give him a 
little more to mull over, I reached up and kissed my dad on the lips.  
The heels were like stilts, making it easier for me to reach him.  This 
time I looked over at the coat check guy and winked at him.  He quickly 
looked away, a little embarrassed perhaps that he'd been caught checking 
me out.

We were led to our table which was towards the back of the restaurant 
which was fine with me.  The place was fairly crowded but the lights were 
low with candles on the table which made it seem more private, even 
though there were people only a few feet away.  Just as I had hoped, I 
was catching the eye of every guy I walked by.  I just hoped my dad was 
seeing them look at me as well.  As I sat down, I deliberately crossed my 
left leg over my right which had the effect of maximizing the side 
opening in my dress, exposing most of my bare leg up to the top of my 
thigh.  As I scooting in, the table cloth covered much of me but guy at 
the table next to me was getting a pretty good eyeful of my exposed upper 
thigh.  My dad also noticed as he pushed the chair in behind me and then 
took his own seat.

"That's really quite a dress... new?" he said after we had taken our 
seats and the waiter left our menus.

"Bought it yesterday... just for your daddy.  Kristen helped me pick it 
out."

"Well, I have to say, it certainly shows off your 'assets' quite well," 
he added with a sly grin and a glance at my open cleavage, "Be sure to 
give Kristen my thanks."

I just smiled demurely and actually felt my face flush a little.  It was 
nice to hear him comment on my dress and looks again.  It had been quite 
a while since I got anything more than the basic compliment from him.

Dinner was actually rather uneventful.  We talked about his recent cases 
and he asked me how my new job was going.  It's not like it was a real 
"job" per se, but it was easier to call it that and he seemed really 
interested in hearing more about it.  One thing we did NOT talk about, 
and that was my Aunt Linda or even my mom for that matter.  It was like 
we had an unspoken agreement that tonight was just about the two of us.  
He didn't even ask me for any updates about my cousin Kristen, which was 
unusual since he usually loved to hear what new and crazy things she was 
in to. 

All in all, it worked out exactly as I would have hoped.  I think we both 
were a little nervous about the evening and this gave us both a chance to 
flush out the butterflies.  It's not that we didn't see each other or 
that we weren't having ANY sex anymore, but I think we both knew that 
tonight was something that was going to be special - or at least we both 
wanted it to be that way.  It wasn't the kind of thing you just jump into 
or else we may as well have stayed at my place earlier!

We finished dinner and shared a bottle of wine.  I'm not typically a big 
wine drinker but a nice white zinfandel went over well for me.  I only 
had one glass myself, but even that was enough to make me feel a little 
light headed!  Dad paid the bill and called for the valet as I waited.

My heart was beating faster now, as I knew we were getting closer to what 
I had been dreaming so much about.  We'd gone out on "dates" likes this 
before, but that was under different circumstances and it had been quite 
a while since the last one.  Was he as nervous as I was?  You would never 
know it but my dad's a lawyer and so he knows how to maintain his poker 
face.  The ride home was quiet, as if we were both thinking about what 
was waiting for us when we got back.

Walking back into the house where I had lived most of my life, it was 
like I was walking onto the set of "This Is Your Life".  Memories came 
flooding back into me.  God the things that I had done here, heard hear, 
watched here.  Growing up as a young girl and then maturing (at least I 
like to think so) into a young woman, the one things that stayed constant 
was our home.  No matter what else changed, my bedroom was always there.

We went into the living room where my dad took my coat and hung it in the 
hallway closet.  He started the fireplace (gas logs) and kept the rest of 
the lights off.  I stood on the runner that covered the wood floor in 
front of the fireplace, the warmth of the flames feeling good against me 
after walking in from the cold.  My dad stood at the entrance to the 
living room, his hands together front of him, just staring at me.

"My god, you look so... so beautiful," he whispered, barely loud enough 
for me to hear.  My heart was ready to burst, like I was being with him 
for the very first time again.

I stood there, waiting for him to make the next move.  He stepped towards 
me, his arms reaching out for me as he approached.  I extended my arms to 
meet him and we hugged each other tightly.  Mmmmmmm, I felt so safe and 
secure in his arms!

"Kiss me," he whispered, his voice getting husky as it did when his lust 
would grow within him.  I lifted my head to meet him and we kissed gently 
in the light of the fireplace although the warmth that was growing in me 
wasn't from the flames!  His hands were flat on my back, pressing me 
tightly into him and then he moved them slowly over me, caressing me 
through the smooth material of my dress.

"Oh daddy, I missed this so much," I said softly, trying to fight back 
the tears that threatened to flood from my eyes.

"My dear Kelly, my baby.... I need you... I need you so badly," he barely 
was able to say, his own voice choking with emotion, "Oh god, I NEED 
you."

"Take me daddy," I said, surrendering myself totally to him, "I want you 
to take me... I give myself to you, everything to you.  I love you daddy 
and I want to satisfy your needs."

It wasn't necessary for me to say that as after all he knew I was his, 
just as I'd always been.  But yet in a way, it WAS necessary.  Our lives 
had changed so much the past few months and in a way, this was like a 
couple restating their vows.  It wasn't necessary so much as it was 
needed to renew their relationship.  So it was with my dad.  I wanted him 
to know that nothing had changed between us, that I was still his loving 
daughter and little girl, that he could still have me anyway he wanted, 
to use me however he needed to quiet the demons deep inside of him.

It was as if I'd opened the door, removed whatever was in the way.  His 
hands moved to my ass and I gasped softly as he put one hand on each 
cheek and then squeezed me, pulling me up and forward such that I was 
pressed into him.  My boobs were flattened against his chest as I could 
feel the bulging of his cock inside his pants.

"Take me daddy... I'm yours... you can do anything with me... anything 
you want... anything you NEED."

He didn't respond at all this time, at least not with words.  Instead, he 
actually pushed me a little away, then looked me up and down, pausing at 
my breasts as my breathing was faster than it had been all night.

"Damn, I want you so fucking bad," he said, a little growl in his voice.  
I stepped back and smiled at him.

"Watch me daddy," I said in a low deep voice.  I started to sway back and 
forth slowly on my feet, putting my hands on my hips and then turning to 
allow my dress to open for him.  Placing my left leg on the coffee table, 
I pulled my dress back, exposing my entire leg and upper thigh.  I ever 
so slowly ran my hands down the length of my leg and then back up again 
as he stood there watching me.

Maintaining my pose, I reached behind and undid the dress, allowing it to 
loosen and partially unwrap.  Then I stood up and it slowly unwound, 
dropping from my breasts and exposing my bra underneath.  Reaching up, I 
lifted the straps off my shoulders and just let the dress fall to the 
floor in a heap around my feet, leaving me standing there in the 
flickering light in just my underwear and heels.

"Do you want me daddy?" I asked, trying to sound like his little girl 
again, "Am I still your little girl?"

My dad motioned for me to come to him and I stepped forward, leaving the 
dress behind.  He put his hands on my bare hips grasping me firmly.  "Yes 
I want you... more than anything in the world," he finally assured me.

He reached around me and he lifted me off my feet, holding me in his 
arms.  Silently he carried me upstairs to his bedroom and laid me gently 
on my back on the bed with my head resting on the pillows.  I watched 
silently as he undressed in front of me, slowly removing all his clothes 
until he was left naked.  Granted, he wasn't the hot young man he'd been 
twenty years ago, but he kept himself in shape and I enjoyed seeing him 
nude.  His dick wasn't hard but it was starting to respond.  I hoped dad 
had taken one of his little pills!  It wasn't like he had ED but it did 
take a little more work getting him up during the past couple of years.  
Not that I was complaining!

"Fuck me daddy.... I want you to fuck me," I said in a gentle, but 
demanding tone, "Show me you love me... prove to me you love me."

One thing I had learned early in my sexual "career" was that there were 
two words ALL men loved to hear - "fuck me".  My father was certainly no 
exception and I think he especially loved it all the more when I added 
"daddy".  

I was still in my bra, thong and heels as my naked father climbed onto 
the bed and laid on his side next to me.  The room was fairly dark except 
for a small lamp across the room that he kept on most of the time.  It 
was almost more a nightlight than a lamp with a soft light that accented 
the room more than illuminated it.  Actually , it was perfect for this 
moment as it was bright enough for him to see me without it seeming like 
we were displaying ourselves to everyone (although nobody was watching of 
course).  

At first we just kissed as he leaned into me and I felt the warmth of his 
strong naked body pressing against me.  His dick was pressed against my 
outer thigh as his hand caressed my boobs through my bra.  Instinctively, 
his hips thrust into me, driving his hardening dick more into me.  I 
reached down and held his cock in my hand, just holding it gently, 
feeling the warmth of it against my palm.  I could feel it growing and I 
knew what I wanted at that moment - to feel it grow in my mouth!  I loved 
being in his arms this way but I knew this might be the last chance I had 
for this tonight so reluctantly, I pulled back from him.

"Something wrong baby?" he asked, a look of concern on his face.

"Oh no daddy, I just want to suck your dick while it's growing."

He smiled at that.  I know my dad pretty well and one of the things I 
know that turns him on is for me talk to him about sex.  Even as a 
teenager he loved me to come home and tell him all about what my 
boyfriends would do to me.  God he use to get SO hard sometimes listening 
to me!  When we have sex, he has always loved me to tell him what I like 
and how I feel.  Thus while I could have simply SHOWN him what I wanted, 
telling him first and THEN sucking his cock was a sure turn- on for him.

He laid over on his back with his hands to his side, his dick fully 
exposed for me.  He was maybe half-way erect but I knew there was no time 
to lose.  I scooted down the bed and then worked my way between his legs 
so I could look up at him, as I sucked his dick.  Putting my hands on 
each side of his hips, I leaned over his crotch and ran my tongue up from 
the base of his dick just above his balls, all the way to the very tip 
where I took the head of him in my mouth.

"Oh fuck, you look incredible," he gasped, bunching up a pillow behind 
his head so he could watch me more easily.  

I kept my eyes locked on his as I just took the head and felt it between 
my teeth and on my tongue.  Then slowly, ever so slowly, I descended down 
onto his dick.  Never quite stopping but moving as slowly as I could to 
ease him deeper and deeper into my mouth until finally he was all the way 
in.  My chin was resting on his hairy balls as I bent my head back so I 
could still see his eyes looking down at me.  He smelled wonderful, a 
musky mix of his sex and natural crotch odor.  There was hint of soap as 
well, probably from the shower he must have taken before picking me up.

Under most circumstance I would have started bobbing on his dick, running 
my tongue over it, and so forth, the usual BJ sort of stuff.  This was 
not "most circumstances".  I wanted to make this as special for him as I 
possibly could, and for me as well.  There was no rush, nothing to hurry 
back home to.  So I just remained that way, laying on my stomach between 
his legs, his dick in my mouth.  My tongue played with him, running over 
and around his dick as best I could.

Meanwhile, he was throbbing in my mouth, his heartbeat pulsing as the 
blood surged into his cock, causing it to slowly but surely grow.  It was 
like someone had a balloon in my mouth and was gently filling it, causing 
it to swell and fill my mouth.  Our eyes would meet at times and then I 
saw his turn to look at my body stretched out between his legs, and then 
at his dick, at least what he could see of it that was not in my mouth.

"Oh fuck, I can't stand it anymore.... suck it Kelly.... Oh god, suck my 
dick!" he finally groaned as his dick reached a full erection.

Well, I wasn't about to argue as it was killing me as well to just stay 
still while he grew in my mouth but at the same time, it was a special 
memory I knew we would both never forget.

I gave him a few bobs and then ran my lips outside of it up and down, my 
tongue flickering across his shaft as I did.  He was so hard and stiff he 
was practically quivering!  Then I dropped him from my mouth and moved 
back up alongside of him, draping one leg over him, pushing myself up so 
my crotch was pressed against his hip.  I ran my fingers through his 
dense chest hair playfully and then leaned over to kiss him.  

"I want to feel you touch me daddy.... put your hands all over me... 
touch me anywhere you want."

My loving daddy smiled and pushed me back over my back as he rolled and 
resumed his previous position with me, except now his stiff dick was 
poking my bare thigh a LOT more than it had before.  He started to 
lightly drape his fingers my stomach, tickling me slightly and then 
moving the backs of his fingernails over my bare torso.  His other hand 
was behind my head and he bent his arm so he could play with my hair as 
he kissed my neck and ear.

"Your skin feels so soft and smooth," he whispered into my ear, "I love 
to touch it and feel you all over."

I shivered involuntarily as he stroked his fingers through my hair, 
pulling on it ever so slightly and then running his fingertips into my 
scalp before starting another stroked for the length of my hair.

"Did I ever tell you how fucking hot you look as a blonde?" he said, more 
of a rhetorical question I assumed, "How many guys besides your daddy 
know you're a natural brunette though?" 

He chuckled at that, a clear reference to the fact I was shaved so any 
evidence of the dark brown hair that would have naturally covered my 
crotch was gone.  Only a boy who had fucked me early in my teens would 
have known the truth today.  I think my dad got a kick out being one of 
the few guys ever to fuck me when my pussy had hair, even if I DID grow 
it out for a short while just for him.

His back hand reached around and started to trace small lines on my cheek 
and neck while his other hand began to tease my nipples through my bra.  
Then he reached up a little higher and dipped his fingers inside the bra 
until they were surrounding my hardened nipple.  Then his hand cupped my 
still-covered boob, pulling the bra tightly against my back as it fought 
against him.

"You know, the bra looks REALLY hot on you but I think it's served its 
purpose, don't you?" he again asked somewhat rhetorically because he was 
already reaching around me to go for the clasps. 

There were only two so it wasn't all that hard to undo and he pulled it 
off of me and tossed it on the other side of the bed, leaving my breasts 
bared to him.  I loved the way to felt to have them free again, the air 
against them as they awaited my father's attention.  They didn't have to 
wait long!

"You have the most incredible tits," he said soothingly as his hand 
started to caress first one, and the then the other.  

My dad put his hand over my entire boob, letting the pointed nipples poke 
between his fingers and then he squeezed it gently, pulling up and 
letting his fingers grip my nipple as he pulled up against it gently, 
then letting it snap back into place.

"Oh daddy, that feels so good!" I purred as I watched him play with my 
bare boobs. 

His other had was still caressing my face and I sucked on his finger as 
he pressed it into my mouth.  We laid there like that for a while, me 
sucking on his finger like a pacifier as he lovingly caressed and 
massaged my breasts.  It was like they were being jolted with electricity 
as each time he would pinch or pull on my nipple, it would tingle like 
being touched with a battery.  Then finally he leaned over and took my 
right boob in his mouth, his tongue playing with my nipple as his mouth 
slowly closed around my nipple and he grabbed it gently between his teeth 
and tugged on it.

"Oh yes daddy, that's it... oh god, I love your mouth on me... bite it 
daddy, oh fuck don't stop!"

He gripped it tighter between his teeth, causing a momentary painful 
sensation but that was overwhelmingly erases with a flood of pleasure 
that coursed through my body.  He kept biting and sucking on one boob 
while his hand massaged and squeezed the other.  I was in heaven!  I felt 
his hips pressing in tighter to me as he instinctively started to hump my 
leg, almost like the neighbor's dog, except in this case it was my 
daddy's stiff dick rubbing up against me.  I sighed as I thought of how 
it was going to beside me of soon - very soon.

Dad kept suckling on me as his hand left my boob and started to travel 
slowly down my torso, over my stomach, and down to just above my thong.  
Then he lifted his fingers over the things and reached down between my 
legs, which I obediently spread apart for him.  I thought he was going to 
touch my pussy but instead his hand touched my inner thigh, that warm 
soft and smooth area which he knew turned me on so much to be touched.

Up and down his fingers roamed, the backs of his fingernails slowly 
tracing a path from one knee, just barely to my crotch, and then down the 
other leg to the other knee where it would reverse and take the opposite 
path.  Each time he came to my crotch and I thought I would feel him 
against my pussy, he lifted his hand until he was on the other leg, 
teasing me each time.  I couldn't lay still as my hips started to gyrate 
slowly under his touch.

"You're pretty fuckin' horny now, aren't you baby?" my dad teased me, 
looking up at me from my bosom.  "That cute little pussy craving some 
attention?  I bet it's craving some daddy dick, isn't it?"

"Oh daddy... touch me daddy... PLEASE touch me," I begged, reaching down 
to grab his hands to force them into my crotch but he pushed them away.

I felt his fingers press against the fabric of my thong and he started to 
run his fingers up and down my crotch, but outside the thong.  Damn, I 
KNEW I should have gone bare-bottom!  He was using my thong to tease me, 
I knew it.  My hips rose up to meet his touch, my pussy crying for him to 
be in me.

"Hey hey, you really DO want it, don't you baby," he chuckled, "You're 
just my little fuckin' slut, aren't you, craving something for that horny 
pussy of yours all the time.  But you want your daddy's dick most of all, 
don't you?"

My dad has been calling me "his little" slut since I was fourteen so I 
didn't take him calling me one now to be anything bad, just the opposite.  
The only time he called me a slut was when I had done something that 
really turned him on.  Besides, technically he WAS correct.  I'll readily 
admit to anyone I'm a slut (NOT a whore though) and yes, I DO crave 
something for my pussy most of the time but then what girl doesn't?  It's 
just the degree of desire and what you're willing to do to satisfy the 
"itch" that differentiates us.

He kept on stroking me outside the thong, driving me nuts - and he knew 
it.  "I bet you wish you hadn't worn it now, don't you?" he teased me 
mercilessly.

He knew me FAR too well.  Then again, I really was glad I had worn it 
since he liked the way it looked on me and I think he was having a good 
time teasing me now about it.  He wasn't without a conscious, though, and 
he knew it was probably starting to get really difficult for me so like a 
good father, he grabbed them by the one side and started to pull them 
down.

I lifted my butt off the bed to make it easier and then he slide them 
down my legs and up and over my heeled feet.  That left me with nothing 
on now but my heels and smile!  The heels required minor surgery to get 
off so I left them on.  It wasn't something I normally did with my dad, 
but he didn't seem to mind.  I know a lot of men get off for some reason 
having a girl wear her heels while he fucked her so why not see how my 
dad enjoyed it?

FINALLY I felt his hand on my bare crotch!  I was soaking wet so his 
fingers quickly became wet themselves with my pussy juices.  He spread it 
over my pussy and crotch, then ran his finger between my pussy lips, 
reaching slightly into my pussy hole just enough to get wetter and then 
spread it up to make my clit and crotch even messier.

With me all wetted up, he reached down and just cupped my entire crotch 
in his hand, his fingers reaching down to my ass and the palm of his hand 
putting pressure on my clit.  He pulled up against me, lifting me up 
slightly off the bed even and he rubbed his hand against me.  All the 
while, he was STILL sucking on my boobs although I noted his attention 
was more on my pussy now.  He let me down and then as he pulled his hand 
upward, he pressed his middle finger into my pussy, and then drove it all 
the way in.

"Oh daddy, that feels so fucking good!" I sighed, just lying there as my 
father played with me, enjoying the moment and trying to soak it all in.  
I had no doubt what would be dominating my thoughts while I masturbated 
for the next few weeks!

My dad fucked me with his finger, adding a second one for good measure.  
Then he put his thumb on my clit, rubbing it as his fingers remained 
inside of me.  My boobs felt like they were on fire as my hungry pussy 
reacted to his soft touch.

"Oh daddy, don't stop, don't stop daddy!" I begged him loudly this time, 
"Oh daddy, make me cum, I 'm gonna cum!"

Indeed I was.  My hips lifted up as my orgasm struck, like a tsunami 
rolling over my entire body but instead of waves of water, I was being 
inundated with waves of pure pleasure.  I could hardly breath as I gasped 
for air, my hands flat on the bed, pressing down with all my strength as 
he relentlessly played with my pussy and clit.  

"Oh god, that's too much, I can't take it, stop!" I cried out but my dad 
didn't even hesitate.

I reached down and tried to push his hand away from me before I went 
crazy with pleasure.  If he didn't stop I didn't know what might happen 
yet at the same time, I wanted to find out.  Well, it's not like I didn't 
already basically know but each time was like an adventure, a little 
different and unique.  

"OH FUCK!" I practically screamed as his thumb remained fixed on my 
swollen, hyper sensitive clit.  

My dad bit down hard on my nipple but the pain only served to magnify the 
pleasure his hand was giving me.  My pussy exploded, literally exploded!  
A tsunami of my own hushed forward as I came and came HARDER than I had 
in a long, long time.  My body was bucking under him, tossing from side 
to side as I yelled out and said things that now, I have no idea what I 
was saying.

Eventually it came to an end, leaving me panting and sweating on his bed 
like I'd just finished running a marathon.  I couldn't hardly even move!  
Well ,that didn't deter my now ultra-horny father.  He got up and 
straddled my chest, his ass over my boobs as he leaned over my head and 
supported himself with both hands on the headboard.  Then he reached down 
with one, grabbed his dick, and pressed it to my mouth.  I was operating 
on pure instinct at the moment, doing what comes natural to a girl when a 
man's dick touches her lips.  I opened and accepted his stiff dick as he 
pressed it into my mouth. 

I could still barely move but again, my dad didn't need me to help out.  
He started to fuck my mouth, driving himself in and out as I just laid 
there, totally spent from the incredible orgasm he had just given me.

"God your mouth feels so damn good on me." he groaned as I tried my best 
to respond and lick his cock as it drove itself in and out without any 
help from me.

I couldn't answer him of course, not with a mouth of cock, but I did my 
best to look up at him.  But as much as he loved fucking my mouth, I knew 
there was another place on my body that he loved to shove his dick inside 
of even more - his daughter's tight pussy.

He pulled his cock out of my mouth and let it slide across my cheeks and 
lips as he whipped it back and forth across my face.  I assumed he was 
going to fuck me but apparently dear old dad was also into the "make a 
memory" concept tonight as well.  Instead of moving down and shoving his 
dick into my pussy, as he normally would have done about now, he crawled 
down and this time it was his turn to get between my legs!  I reached up 
to grab a pillow and I lifted my butt up so he could put it under me, 
making it easier for him to get his face into my wet crotch.

"Ohhhhhhhhh Daddyyyyyyyy!" I moaned as I felt the first touch of his 
tongue on my pussy, quickly working its way to my clit.  

Daddy sucked on it gently and then grabbed it between his teeth, much the 
same as he had been doing with my nipples just a few minutes before.  "Oh 
FUCK!" I cried out as his actions initiated another orgasm within me.  
This one wasn't as insane as the first, but it was pleasant enough, to 
say the least.  As my hands rubbed my boobs while I came, his tongue was 
all over my crotch, on my clit, over my lips, and even into my pussy hole 
just a bit, at least as far as it would reach.

"I love the taste of your cunt," he said, taking a fast break to let me 
know the obvious.

He was getting worked up now, as I could tell from him calling my pussy a 
"cunt".  I really didn't give a damn WHAT he called it, so long as he 
didn't stop playing with it!

He thrust his fingers back into me as he tugged on my clit.  Technically, 
I don't know I can say I came a third time or if he just rejuvenated the 
previous orgasm as it was wearing down but whatever you all, it, I was 
off to the races yet again.  It was insane!  He had his hands under my 
ass now, squeezing each cheek in his large hands as he used his grip to 
pull me into his mouth like I was a watermelon.  I don't know when he 
even breathed!  All I knew was there was one thing I wanted, something 
more than anything else in the entire world at that one special moment.

"FUCK ME DADDY!  OH GOD FUCK ME HARD!" I all but screamed, not caring if 
the neighbors could hear.

Besides, even if they did they would probably figure my dad was having 
some fantasy time with his latest girl.  This was no fantasy, though, as 
my dad was about to do the most wonderful thing he could - fuck me.  

"Oh yes baby, daddy's gonna fuck you..  don't worry, I'll fuck you now," 
he murmured to me as he lifted himself from my crotch and moved his body 
over mine.  "God am I gonna fuck you!"

My ass was still propped up on a pillow so the easiest thing or him to do 
at the moment was get on top of me and go for it.  Propping himself up on 
his elbows, I felt his dick trying to press into my pussy, poking all 
around as it tried to find the target.  Normally my dad was right on the 
mark but in this case I think he was so worked up he was more like a dog, 
thrusting wildly as he tried to ram his dick into me.  I was about to 
reach in and guide him in when it found its target and I felt his 
pressing his head into me.  

"Slow daddy," I begged him, "first fuck me slow."

He couldn't answer me and I wondered if he even heard me.  The look on 
his face was one of absolute lust, almost frightening in its intensity.  
He was fully consumed by his needs, by his ancestral drives, by every 
basic instinct within him.  At that moment you could have come in the 
room with a gun and ordered him to stop and there was snow way he would 
respond.  There was something so animal like, so pure about him at this 
moment that I didn't care.  My father was not going to just fuck me, he 
was mating me, taking me as his own, driving his dick into me as he 
prepared to fill me with his sperm.  

So much for a slow fuck!  He rammed his cock into me, almost shoving me 
off the pillow.  His dick was thrust into me to the hilt, his thick pubic 
hair mashed against my smaller, bare crotch.  He immediately began to 
stroke himself in and out of me, like he was out of his mind with desire.  
He just grunted and moaned as he thrust himself into me.  I loved it, 
every second of it.  I was proud of myself, pleased that I was sexy 
enough to drive my dad into this state, it where I was HIS, to where he 
was taking me for his own and nobody or nothing in the world was going to 
stop him now.

He grunted even louder and I felt him drive himself into me and hold 
himself there, thrusting even more as if he was trying to push it all the 
way through me.  Then he came, his warm seed ejaculating into my 
welcoming pussy.  This was what I had craved, what I wanted more than 
anything.  My father was cumming in me, my own father was cumming in me!  
He loved me and desired me so much and this was his special way of 
showing me.

Over and over he thrust himself into me, each time shooting another rope 
of cum into me.  It wasn't quite as much as in my recent dream, but it 
was quite a substantial load.

Finally he collapsed, falling to the side so as not to crush me as his 
dick slipped out of me.  he was spread-eagle on the bed, his still stiff 
dick glistening in the soft light with the lovely mix of our cum.  I 
reached over and sucked on him, tasting our cum on his dick as I suckled 
his cock that had just moments before been buried inside my own pussy.  
God he tasted so good!  I felt him dwindling in my mouth as I kept my 
mouth wrapped around him.  As he shrank, a few drops of cum would leak 
out and I gobbled them up like candy, playing with his balls softly as I 
waited for him to regain his senses.

"Damn Kelly, that feels incredible, " he complimented me.

Actually, I wasn't 100% sure if he meant fucking me or sucking his dick 
now.  I climbed on top of him, my boobs mashed to his chest as my pussy 
ground against this dick.  We kissed and if he noticed the taste of his 
cum on my mouth, he never mentioned it.

"I love you daddy," I whispered as I drew back from his embrace slightly 
to look him in the eyes.  

"Oh baby, I love you so much," he sighed, his hands planted firmly on my 
bare ass.  

"You know daddy, I want you to fuck me again," I informed him, giggling 
like a little girl.

"Sheesh Kelly, I don't know....," his voice trailed off.  Then he smiled 
slightly and said, "Well, I did take a big one earlier."

I grinned at him as I knew he was talking about his Viagra, or whatever 
one he was taking now.  I knew he had several dosages and when he said 
"big one", that must have meant the 100mg ones - and they WERE big, like 
horse pills.

"Well... let's see what I can do about it," I giggled again, feeling like 
I was his little girl once more.

I turned around, staying on top of him this time as I straddled his face 
with my messy crotch.  I really didn't expect him to lick me, most men 
seem to be a but turned off at just fucking me after another guy had cum 
in me, let alone eat me out - even with their own cum.  I was more 
interested in his dick anyway.  By now it was rather soft and laying over 
on its side, like a forgotten balloon left lying around a few days after 
the party.  This time he was getting a proper BJ, that was for sure!

His cock felt funny being all soft and tasting like our cum.  It was 
small and easy to suck, though, so I enjoyed myself.  After a while, I 
wasn't getting much of a response, something he was noticing as well.

"Sorry baby, looks like it ain't happening," he said, a tone of sadness 
in his voice.  

I twisted around, getting to the side of him so I was facing him and held 
his dick in my hand.  I HAD to get him hard again.  I HAD to have him 
fuck me again.  With the help of his purple pill he should be able to 
physically do it, I just needed to provide the right motivation.

"Daddy, do you remember when I jerked you off in the hot tub when I was 
eight?"

My dad chuckled, "How could I forget?  I thought your mother was going to 
have stroke!."

"You wanted me to suck you... didn't you daddy?"

"Hell yes, give me a break, what guy wouldn't have?"

"You know something daddy, I wished I had too."

He seemed surprised about that from me.  We hadn't really talked about 
that time much, it was more thing between my mom and me.  Come to think 
of it, I couldn't remember actually ever telling him that I regretted 
that my mom hadn't allowed me to suck his dick that night.

"Seriously?  You really wanted to?"

"Well, I didn't even know I COULD then but I'm sure you could have shown 
me how to do it, couldn't you have daddy?"

My dad grinned and then shook his head.  "You have NO idea how many times 
I've thought about just that."

"So tell me now daddy," I said, bringing up the idea I had to get him 
hard again, "Pretend it's back then and I'm holding your dick in the hot 
tub.  Pretend I'm eight years old again and we're all alone.  Tell me 
what you've always wished you had done daddy... tell me."

I went back to sucking his dick as my dad laid his head back and sighed, 
then he started to talk to me.  It was SO cool, to suck his dick just as 
he would have "instructed" his little girl so many years before.  I 
followed his every direction, his every correction.  He was getting into 
it I could tell and his cock was as well.  He stopped for a moment and we 
both smiled at each other as I dropped his almost stiff dick from my 
mouth, both of us happy with the results.

"You're something else, you know that, don't you?" he said with a grin, 
his now stiff cock ready for me once again.  

"That turned you on to think about me sucking you back then, didn't it?"

"I can't believe I've never told you about it before.  Yes, I loved it."

Then I grabbed his dick and straddled his waist, moving on top of him.  I 
gave him a naughty look and then hit him with a surprise question.

"So tell me daddy, would you have fucked me then?"

His eyes widened at that and for a moment I could see he as debating the 
answer - which told me the answer right away but he was too embarrassed 
at first to admit it.

"Hell no, you were too young then for that!"

"But daddy, didn't you WANT to fuck me then?"

"Oh shit Kelly, this isn't fair!" as I stroked his dick suggestively, 
"Hell yes I WANTED to but there was no way I would have, even if your mom 
had said it was OK and you know damn well she never would have."

I was hovering over his dick now, the head just inches away from my horny 
pussy.  "But you can do it now daddy.... you can fuck me like that now.  
I want you to fuck me and think about me as I was back then."

This was something we had never done before.  Sure we had done fantasies 
before but it was the typical Catholic schoolgirl, French maid, and such 
sort of things.  Never before had we really even talked about him fucking 
me at any time before he actually had, let alone fantasized about it 
while we were having sex.  It seemed so wrong yet on the other hand, he 
seemed to be getting off on it!  

My dad had his eyes closed and I wondered what he was thinking about, 
what image he was seeing.  Was it me when I was so little?  How much had 
he REALLY desired me back then.  My mom had told me about how he wanted 
me to suck his cock and how she had to stop him, but she never had even 
hinted at anything more.

"That's it... that's my girl... sit on daddy's dick... you can do it," he 
started to say softly, his eyes still closed as his fantasy unfolded.

"You want me to put it INSIDE of me daddy?  It's so big!" I came back in 
a high- pitched version of my little girl voice.  If he was so into it, 
then I guess I would play along.  After all, it had been my idea in the 
first place.

"Yes Kelly, just sit on it, it will go inside of you when you do, come on 
baby, do it for daddy."

I was SO turned on!  I reached down and spread myself open with one hand 
as I guided him in with the other.  It wasn't really necessary, as wet as 
I was and after having just been fucked, it wasn't like I was that hard 
of a target to miss anymore!  This time, however, he was going to fuck me 
at MY pace.  I felt the head of his dick pressing against me and so I 
dropped down just enough to let the head slide into me.  Mmmmmmm, it felt 
so damn good to have his dick in me again!  I wiggled around, rotating my 
hips around him as I made his cock gyrate within me.  With just the head 
in me, I was stretched out nicely at the entrance and it stimulate me 
even more.

"That's it baby girl," he said hoarsely, "Feel it in you now?"

"Yes daddy, it feels so big in me....so good in me," I encouraged him.

Slowly I bent my knees, letting myself drop slowly onto his dick, 
rotating my hips as I did so he sort of corkscrewed his way into me.  I 
was playing with clit with one had as my other fondled my bare boob and 
rock hard nipple.  I LOVED it when he entered me this way for the "first" 
time - slowly and erotically.  

"I can feel it in me daddy... it's filling me up... I like the way you 
feel in me daddy... I love it when you show me how much you love me!"

"Keep going... all the way in you... you can do it Kelly... you can do it 
for your daddy."

Finally I settled down on his crotch, putting my full weight on him to 
drive him in me as deeply as I could.  For a moment I just sat on his 
dick, savoring the feeling it gave me, looking down at my belly and 
thinking about how he was inside of me.  It was so amazing to see his 
dick disappear into my pussy, knowing he was actually IN me, joined 
together intimately and lovingly.

"That's a good girl... you're such a good girl Kelly... now rock it, rock 
back and forth on daddy's dick."

I leaned forward and felt his dick slide out of me as my butt lifted up 
from his crotch.  Then I leaned back again, driving him into me once 
again.  Back and forth I went, slowly at first but then gaining speed as 
I went.

"Oh yeah, fuck your daddy's dick... oh god your cunt's so fucking tight, 
fuck your daddy, fuck me!"

I could only imagine what was going through his mind at that moment.  Was 
he really imagining me as I was all those years ago?  Had he really 
dreamed of doing this before?  How many times had he masturbated looking 
at me when I was so young?  And the biggest question - how had mom kept 
him away from me with so much lust in his heart?

I leaned all the way forward until I was down to his chest.  His cock was 
barely in me as he wrapped his arms around me and pressed my boobs 
against his chest.  Then he sat up, lifting me with him and driving his 
dick back in me again.  With his arms around me, he turned on his side, 
spooning me now from behind.  I felt his hand under my upper leg as he 
lifted it up into the air.  His dick felt so good inside of me still!  I 
never wanted it to come out of me!

"You know something Kelly, I want you the way you are now... just the way 
you are now," he said softly as he started to fuck me from behind.

"I love you daddy!"

He had his arm around me, cradling my boob in his hand as I felt him push 
himself into me, pressing his crotch into my ass to drive his dick into 
me.  I was playing with myself and I could feel myself approach that 
cliff edge I so loved to jump off!

"I'm cumming daddy... make me cum daddy," I begged him as yet another 
orgasm struck me.  God, how many times was that tonight?  I didn't care, 
the only one that mattered was the one I was having then.  I could feel 
my pussy clamping down on his dick, gripping it like it didn't want him 
to escape.  Of course, he had no thoughts about pulling out of me but 
tell that to my pussy!

My orgasm must have set home of once again As I heard him groan almost as 
if he was in pain.  He seemed to be trying to hold it back, to make it 
last longer or more intense, I wasn't sure.  Then suddenly he gasped and 
again, I felt my father cumming in me.  It was even more special this 
time.  The first time was just raw sex, me satisfying his physical needs.  
This time it was my daddy cumming in me, the man who loved me as his 
daughter, not some animal fucking a woman.

"I'm cumming in you," he whispered as he jerked slightly, and then again, 
"I love you so much Kelly."

It was hard to talk at the moment, given the sensation of his dick 
exploding in me just served to revive my orgasm, which has just started 
to dwindle but now had new life.  It didn't matter, he could tell from 
the way my pussy was grabbing him that I was loving every moment of it, 
every drop of cum.  

We just laid there, father and daughter naked in bed after just having 
the most wonderful evening imaginable.  He left his dick in me as long as 
he could but with him behind me the way he was, as it diminished it 
pulled from me and eventually it was too soft to keep in me.  By then it 
didn't matter to me as I was sound asleep in his arms, safe and secure in 
a way I could only feel in the arms of my father.  

Have I ever mentioned I love my dad?

THE END

  
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