Subject: My Dad Turns 45
Story Codes: MF F-solo incest father mother daughter uncle aunt niece
Diary Date: November 10, 2009
Author: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
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Summary
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Hard to believe but my dad is now on the downward slope to 50! There are
a few days each year that are special when it comes to me and my dad -
Father's Day, 4th of July, his birthday and Christmas. Of course, it's
HOW you make a day special that counts!
Note from Kelly: On reading this over after I wrote it, I realized I may
have repeated myself a lot and perhaps dwelled on
certain topics a bit too much. My apologies if that's
the case but these things are important to me and are
hard to put into words so please bear with me!
Table of Contents
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Chapter 1 - My Feelings for My Dad
Chapter 2 - Planning and Plotting
Chapter 3 - A Special Wakeup Call
Chapter 4 - A Surprise Office Visit
Chapter 5 - My Cousin Kristen Join In
Chapter 6 - My Aunt Linda Makes It a Threesome
Chapter 7 - My Father, My Lover
Chapter 1 - My Feelings for My Dad
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Let me start right out by saying that my dad is the greatest dad in the
world. Of course, I COULD be a little biased, but so what? After all,
shouldn't EVERY girl believe that HER dad is the greatest in the world?
OK, so I admit that my dad has always spoiled me, probably more than I
deserved. While he's never shared his tax return with me, I'm well aware
that he earns an incredible income though his legal practice and as such,
money has never been a big issue for our family. Even so, I wasn't
raised in a mansion nor are there any expensive European cars in the
garage, but that's more because that's how my parents CHOSE to live, not
because they HAD to. Even though there's not many physical needs that I
have been "deprived" of and I appreciate everything I have, that's not
the only reason (or even the biggest one) why I say my dad is the best in
the world.
More important than money, my dad is simply amazing to be around. He is
smart, witty, and people seem to naturally want to be with him. OK, so
maybe he's not the most handsome guy in the world, but I don't think many
people are so superficial as to be concerned about that once they get to
know him.
Whether they realize it or not, fathers have a tremendous impact on the
development of their daughters. Perhaps the one area where my dad had
the most influence on me was his day-to-day relationship with my mother.
His love for her was obvious and his devotion to her absolute. She was
THE number one person in his life and thorough his actions, everyone who
knew him understood that without him having to say a word about it.
People sometimes criticize me for saying my dad "fucks me", arguing that
I should phrase it more like he "makes love to me" or even simply "has
sex with me". After seeing what it means for a husband to "make love"
with his wife, I could never presume to ever have that sort of
relationship with anyone - at least not until I have a husband of my own.
In my heart I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that my dad loves me - but
as his DAUGHTER, which is totally different than what he shared with my
mother, his WIFE. Of course when it comes time for me to be married, I
will treat my husband with the same love, devotion and respect that my
parents demonstrated to me in their daily lives.
I also love my dad for the way he respects me as his daughter and as a
woman. What more can you say about a man who knows that as his obedient
daughter, I would do anything for him without hesitation (yes, ANYTHING),
regardless of how I might feel about it, yet has never abused this
"power" by asking for something that he knows I wouldn't enjoy or want to
do. I know there are things he enjoys, such as anal sex, yet he has
never even brought the subject up with me, let alone make me have to feel
like I have to do it just to please him or to prove I am properly
obedient and submissive.
Another word on my father's respect for me... While at the time I was
clueless, I know today that my father lusted for me sexually from an
early age, going even so far as back as when I was eight and my mother
first had me touch his cock as part of my sexual education. Seeing me
masturbating after I turned eleven must have stirred some deep feelings
within him yet he never did anything to indicate it to me.
The hardest things for him had to be when I started having sex with boys.
Indeed, it must have all but overwhelmed him to learn that the daughter
he so craved had given her virginity to some sixteen year-old boy. Even
everyday things, like showering with me, being in the hot tub naked
together, and such must have been terribly tempting for him as I grew
into my teen years.
Despite all these tremendous temptations and lustful feelings, my dad
never gave me a hint of his true desires for me. Sure there were things
he couldn't control - particularly in his crotch, but my mom had taught
me that men couldn't control themselves down there and that his reactions
to me didn't really mean anything personal, just that he was reacting as
a man, not as my father. Thus I never thought for a moment that his
erections when I was with him had anything to do with me personally - at
least so far as being his daughter.
Thus my wonderful dad put aside his own needs and desires and patiently
(well, maybe not so patient) waited for ME to initiate sex. Now if
that's not respect, tell me what is! Unfortunately, it took two more
years after I gave up my virginity for me to realize that having sex with
my parents was something I wanted. I say unfortunately because looking
back I sometimes think maybe my parents were TOO cautious with me and I
sometimes wonder what all I missed while they waited for me to come to my
senses.
People always ask me why I have sex with my own father, as if they want
to know if it feels strange or even a little bit wrong. Then there are
the clueless ones who try to convince me I'm being used or manipulated,
the ones who seem to want to "save" me from the "abuses" of my incest.
Obviously they've never been exposed to a "true" incestuous relationship.
I don't mean the crap you see on the TV news about pedophiles abusing
kids under the pretense that incest. While technically it IS incest, I
see it more as child abuse.
My response to people who question me about incest is that as his
daughter, how could I NOT want to submit myself totally to my father, to
give him whatever he desires, to satisfy his most basic needs and urges?
How could I ever refuse him without feeling guilty, like I'm betraying
his trust in me? When I see the look on his face when he is especially
horny and I know he wants me sexually more than anything else at that
moment, when I see the expression of pure joy on his face as he enters
me, when I hear him groaning as he fucks me and then cums in me, when I
see the fulfilled look as he stays deep inside of me after he cums,
savoring the moment... with all this, how could I EVER say no? It's not
that I feel obligated or forced to do anything, it's something I WANT to
do, more than just about anything else in the world.
As I've gotten older, graduated from college, moved into my own
apartment, and eventually obtaining the dream job I've always wanted
(teaching), things have changed between my father and me. That's to be
expected I suppose. Heck, I'm certainly not the same naive sixteen year-
old high school slut he first fucked over eight years ago! We don't see
each other as much, especially now that my Aunt Linda has moved in with
him, so it only follows that we don't have sex as much. It's been ages
since I woke up with him trying to sneak his dick into me or jerking off
over me.
The one "tradition" we HAVE tried to maintain is our Sunday morning
"quickie" where he fucks me as close as possible to when we leave for
church, thus ensuring when we sit in the pews his cum is still inside of
me, perhaps even still leaking out a bit. Still, if he were to call me
right now and tell me he needs me, I would be there in a heartbeat, ready
to submit to him and be his ever obedient daughter, his loving daughter.
Now isn't that what the greatest father in the world deserves?
Chapter 2 - Planning and Plotting
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My dad's 45th birthday was fast approaching. Every year it was something
I fretted and worried over as trying to come up with something new and
original can be quite taxing at times. Last year it was so close to my
mother's passing that we just sort of let it come and go quietly without
a lot of fanfare. Thus I felt even more compelled to ensure that this
year's birthday was one that my dad would never forget.
To be fair, my dad was easy to satisfy, just as most men are. Heck, I
knew that just a wakeup BJ and sex in bed would've been enough for him
but where's the fun in that? Over the years I'd done a number of things,
including role playing (naughty babysitter, dirty French maid, innocent
school girl, and so forth), taking him out to dinner or a movie - or both
and having sex in public, and even once hiring a stripper for him when I
was away at school (no sex, I took care of THAT a couple of weeks later).
Ever since my Aunt Linda moved in with my dad I've been living with her
daughter, my cousin Kristen. There's a spare room at the house and
Kristen wasn't all that thrilled about living alone for the first time in
her life. The added benefit of free housing was also important as my
career as a Christian Elementary School teacher is fulfilling, but the
pay is absolute crap. Thus my dad had been subsidizing me to pay for my
rent and stuff, something I was glad to no longer have to worry about.
Living with Kristen is... well, let's just say it's "entertaining". As a
recently "retired" whore, she just graduated from Realtor school but she
hasn't totally lost the "itch" that drove her previous "career". Also,
there's her insatiable passion for sex with younger boys that while it
can be incredibly erotic, it is also be a bit disconcerting at times, not
to mention tempting - something I simply don't need if I want to remain a
teacher. I considered going to Kristen to get her advice for this year's
birthday celebration but I already knew in general what it would be -
something crazy that would get us all in trouble, if not thrown in jail!
In the past I could go to my mom and be assured she would always have
something constructive and useful to help me. It was times like this
when my heart would threaten to break again and tears formed as my
thoughts turned to my mom and I realized yet again how much I missed her.
Eventually I turned to the next best person - her sister, my Aunt Linda.
Linda was a couple of years younger than my mom and actually dated my dad
back in their high school days (technically she was still in middle
school when they started but close enough). My mom and Aunt Linda had
sex with my dad and his younger brother throughout their high school
years. When my Uncle Jim got married, he had to quit having sex with
Linda as his new wife was really uptight about that sort of thing would
never have gone along with it.
My dad almost married Linda as I think he had more fun with her sexually
(even my mom admitted that Linda was the "wild one") but his heart was
with my mom and fortunately love won over lust. Still, being so close my
dad and his now sister-in-law continued their physical relationship.
They continued even after Linda married, supposedly to a man who accepted
her incestuous background.
Unfortunately, as things turned out he never was able to truly accept her
family relationships and forced Linda to choose between her family and
her husband - as if there was a choice. Family has always come first in
our family and it was really unfair of her husband to be so jealous,
especially since they now had a baby girl - my cousin Kristen.
Over the years, my aunt would stop by our house occasionally and
disappear with my dad for a while, leaving later with this odd expression
on her face. The idea that she and my dad might be having sex never even
entered my mind, especially since my mom was usually home during those
times. It wasn't that I would have thought anything wrong with them
having sex, I just never even thought about it period.
Once I started having sex with my parents I learned the truth about my
Aunt Linda's place in the family. The two of us even had sex but it
turned out to be something we only did rarely after that, and almost
always as part of a larger family "event". Eventually my cousin was
included, much to the delight of my dad as you might well imagine.
Kristen has always been into younger boys but she enjoys pleasing her
favorite uncle and while my dad doesn't fuck her often these days, I know
he made use of her "services" frequently when I was away at school.
Given their history, it was only natural that after a proper period of
mourning that my aunt should move in with my dad. Of course, I say "only
natural" assuming you DID know about their history. Given most of our
family does NOT know about the incestual side of things, you can imagine
what was being whispered at the time.
Now that they've had time to see them together, people seem to be
accepting it more but I know there's still a bit of tension when my dad
and aunt show up together at a family event, especially if they should
kiss or get a little touchy-feely. Fortunately, I don't think the two of
the care a hoot about what anyone thinks. Even though they seem close, I
can't see them ever getting married - they don't have THAT sort of
relationship. The important thing is they seem to be very happy being
together and that's what counts in my book.
So anyway... I decided to seek my aunt's advice this year as I was
drawing a total blank. I stopped by over at the house when I knew she
should be home from work yet my dad would still be at his office in
downtown Pittsburgh. When I walked in the house nobody answered and I
eventually found her on the back deck, soaking in the hot tub. Who could
blame her? I LOVED that hot tub and after a long day nothing beat
relaxing in the hot water as the jets and bubbles caressed you. Needless
to say, it was WHERE those jets were directed that made all the
difference - as my aunt obviously was aware of gathering from her
position in the tub when I walked out from the kitchen onto the deck.
At first she didn't realize I was there as the noise of the blower and
pump drowned out the sound of the door opening and my steps onto the wood
deck. Plus, she was facing away from me with one leg up on the side of
the tub, the other with her foot on the bottom. It was my favorite
position as well as it allowed one of the corner jets an unobstructed
shot directly into your crotch. Oh yeah, it was a GREAT position to be
in and judging from her reactions, she'd been at it for a while.
"Ohhhhhh, Godddddd!" I heard her groaning as her head laid back and she
closed her eyes, humping herself quickly as if she was being fucked by
the hot stream of air and water directed at her hairy pussy (granted, I
couldn't actually SEE her pussy from this viewpoint but I knew she never
shaved, despite Kristen's badgering).
It was a bit chilly this late in the day but not terribly so - enough
that I was wearing a light jacket but not so cold that I needed to zip it
up. Rather than interrupt her just as it appeared she was about to cum,
I decided to watch and wait for the finale. Of course, just WATCHING
wasn't an option. Like, how could anyone watch a woman with Linda's
body, even if she was past her 40th birthday, as she got herself off
right there in front of them?
Actually, seeing her masturbate like this wasn't something I could even
remember seeing before. In fact, I couldn't remember EVER seeing her
masturbating alone without someone watching her. I guess technically she
WAS being watched now - by me, but that didn't seem to be quite the same
as her doing it right on front of my dad for him to watch and enjoy.
It's sort of funny in a way how something like that can go unseen for so
many years.
God, my nipples felt so hard and sensitive! It wasn't just the chill in
the air either that was making them so as I loosened my blouse a few
buttons so I could caress my boobs. I eventually undid them all and
pulled the blouse out from my jeans so it hung loose, allowing me easy
access to my boobs which were practically aching from lack of proper
attention.
Thankfully the security fence around the deck hid me pretty much from
anyone's view. The people on the hilltop in back of our house would need
some pretty strong binoculars to see anything - assuming they even could
tell I was doing anything in the first place to make them even want to
look closer.
Aunt Linda had one arm over the side to stabilize herself and from the
looks of things, had the other between her legs helping the jets to
accomplish their mission. There was that distinctive arm motion that
clearly signaled that she was masturbating - and pretty hard at the
moment as well. She was groaning and mumbling something that I couldn't
quite make out but I didn't want to move in any closer and alert her to
my presence. Every now and then she would add in a little moan or even
cry out a little louder, arching her back and then settling in for more.
God she looked so damn sexy!
As good as it felt to fondle my boobs, watching my Aunt Linda
masturbating in the hot tub was creating feelings in me that mere boob
rubbing was woefully inadequate to satisfy. Leaning back against the
brick wall of the house, I reached down and unbuttoned my jeans, quickly
drawing down the zipper and spreading them open at the top until I was
able to reach in and get to my pussy. My body shuddered uncontrollable
as the tip of my finger touched my throbbing clit, sending out all sorts
of spasms and jerks that I couldn't anticipate or counter. Reaching down
further, I pushed my finger just a little into my pussy hole and smiled
to myself at the wetness I found there. I knew without touching myself I
was wet but actually feeling the slick interior of my pussy was always
something I looked forward to when I would start to masturbate.
The damn jeans were just in the way! Fuck it... I pulled them down and
the cool late air raised goose bumps on my thighs and the rest of my body
but they were the least of my concerns at the moment. The bump I WAS
interested in was between my legs, right at the top of my pussy slit
where it seemed to become more and more sensitive by the second. With
one hand I was toying with my pussy while with the other, cupping my boob
and tugging on my nipples. I imagine it would have made quite a sight
for anyone seeing us - an older woman letting the hot tub do its work on
her while a girl about half her age masturbated as she watched unnoticed!
The jets must have finally accomplished their mission as I watched my
aunt stiffen and lift her hips up until her pussy was at the water
surface and I could see the darkness of her thick pubic hair just under
the top of the frothy water. She was fingering herself and then shoved
her hand between her legs. Cupping her crotch and pulling up against it
as she cried out in ecstasy as her orgasm began. It was SO hot to watch
her cumming, knowing she had no idea her "performance" had an audience,
an audience of one, one girl who was getting off herself at the sight of
her aunt masturbating and cumming.
"Oh fuck!" she gasped when she finally let herself settle down and take a
seat in the tub.
My aunt was breathing heavily and turned her back to the side of the tub
to sit on the underwater seat that was molded into the tub. It was then
something seemed to catch her eye and she turned to face me.
"Oh my god!" she gasped, jumping a little at first from the surprise of
someone watching her.
Then she recognized who it was and her shock change to a seductive grin
as she shook her head at the sight of me.
"Damn it Kelly, just how long have you been watching me?" she blurted
out.
Then she seemed to finally come to grips with my own condition - maybe
the jeans around my ankles and the open blouse had something to do with
that, not to mention the strategic positioning of my hands. "God damn it
girl, you must be freezing... get your ass in here now!"
I still hadn't said anything and so I just shrugged and stripped right
there next to the house, leaving my clothes in a pile on the deck on top
of my shoes. Now that I was naked the cold was making me shiver so I
quickly hustled over to the tub. The water seemed almost unbearably hot
after the coldness of the air but I still slipped down up to my neck
within a few seconds, my skin tingling from the heat of the bubbling
water.
"So... did you enjoy the show?" she teased me.
For a moment I thought maybe she was implying that she had known all
along that I had been watching and the entire thing had been an act put
on for my benefit. Then she added, "If I'd know you were there I
would've tried harder to give you a better view."
So much for her knowing about me watching. We both giggled at her
comment and then she got more serious, or at least TRIED to appear more
serious.
"So did you cum yet?"
I shook my head and she frowned.
"Well, we can't leave you like THAT now, can we," she stated rather
rhetorically.
She started to get up and the first thing to pop in my mind was that she
going to offer me her position so I could make use of our favorite jet
while she watched. As it turned out, she had other ideas...
"It's been a long time," she mused, talking to herself it seemed more
than to me, "God you're so fucking hot."
It was then I realized what her intentions were - SHE would be the jet,
or least she was going to provide the stimulation I needed to get myself
off. Well, who was I to complain? If your aunt told you she was going
to make you cum, would you argue? As she moved in closer to me, I felt
her warm wet skin pressing against me as she put one arm around my neck
while placing her other hand on my upper thigh as she leaned over to kiss
me. As she had already said, it HAD been a long time since I had even
kissed her, ages in fact it seemed.
Even though my aunt was about the same age as my mom, it wasn't the same
as when I use to kiss my mother. Of course, how could it be? It was
like comparing my dad fucking me to one of my uncles fucking me. Both
were certainly different experiences than just fucking any other man but
still worlds apart in terms of emotion and feelings. Perhaps the biggest
difference was the lack of submission on my part. The ONLY man I've EVER
truly submitted myself to, totally and unconditionally, has been my
father. Oh sure, I play along with some guys and pretend to submit, but
it's not without some reservation and holding back, unlike with my father
to whom I give myself totally and freely.
It was a similar thing with my aunt. While I didn't "submit" myself to
my mother, our relationship was far more than a mere mother-daughter
thing when we had sex. For that all too brief moment in time, we became
lovers in every sense of the word, equal partners forging a bond that
only a mother and her daughter can ever fully appreciate - or even
comprehend. With my Aunt Linda it was certainly more intimate and
meaningful than having sex with a girlfriend, or even my cousins Tammy or
Kristen. Still, it never even came close to the "lover" status that my
mother and I enjoyed. Regardless, I still enjoyed being with my favorite
aunt and perhaps because it WAS so rare I even appreciated those times we
spent together even more.
As our tongues met I felt her hand working its way between my legs and I
spread them more apart to make it easier for her. I sighed as she
caressed my inner thighs, running her palm and fingers up and down my
thigh from my crotch to my knee. Closing my eyes, I just sat there and
let her do all the work, reveling in the intense feelings she was
bringing up from deep inside of me.
"My, you have such a tight pussy for a girl who fucks so much," she
teased me as she pushed one finger inside my pussy, quickly followed by a
second.
I couldn't help but smile. Indeed, I'm quite proud of my tight pussy and
more than one guy has been fooled into thinking I'm relatively
inexperienced based on how hard it was to get his dick in me at first.
In fact, I've been fucked by literally hundreds of guys, albeit some of
them only for a few moments at a gangbang or something like that, but
still a lot of dicks no matter how you slice it. As for how many time
I've been fucked... well I can't even venture a guess but it has to be in
the thousands. Heck, my dad alone has fucked me hundreds of times over
the past eight years!
Keeping her finger lodged in my pussy, my aunt moved off the seat and
positioned herself between my knees. After she pulled her fingers out of
me, she put her arms under my legs, pushing my knees apart with her
elbows as she reached under me and scooped me up with her hands under my
butt. Then she lifted me up, rather easy given I was mostly underwater,
until my bare crotch surfaced like the back of a whale at the top of the
water.
"You young girls and your shaved cunts," she growled under her breath as
she looked at my freshly shaved pussy.
Unlike most girls who leave a "landing strip" or some design in the pubic
hair stubble, I prefer to keep my pussy totally shaved. Kristen shaved
hers as well so it's not like my aunt hadn't seen a shaved pussy before.
Oh well, I guess it was just a generational thing.
Oh my god! I about shot out of the water when her mouth descended on my
pussy. She certainly wasn't wasting any time, instead going directly for
my clit and grabbing it between her teeth, just hard enough to tug on it
gently, driving me literally up the wall as my clit felt like it would
burst into flame at any moment!
"Oh god... that feels so good Aunt Linda," I groaned loudly, grinding my
smooth pussy into her wet face.
She had been trying to get me to call her just "Linda" for years but for
whatever reason I could never break myself of the habit if calling her
Aunt Linda. At times like this it seemed sexier as well to call her my
aunt rather than treat her like just another girlfriend I was having sex
with.
Over the years I've always maintained that nobody can lick my pussy as
well as my mom. Of course she had a few things going for her in that
category in addition to her skills at pussy licking - which were
formidable in and by themselves. First, and most obvious, was that she
was my mom. Then there was the point that she was the first woman I ever
had sex with. Oh sure I masturbated with my friends long before that,
but other than some teasing and stuff we never actually touched each
other - and even then not for very long.
My mom was the first woman to ever touch my pussy with the intent of
getting me off and was also the first to ever taste me directly with her
mouth. Then there was this almost indescribable factor in that as my
mom, she just seemed to KNOW instinctively what her daughter wanted, and
more important - what she NEEDED. When my mom licked my pussy, she could
make me cum harder and faster anything else, even my own hands when I was
super horny and masturbated.
As such, it would be unfair to try and compare my aunt to my mom when it
came to how she licked me and how I felt when she did. It was much more
than technique - it was the relationship that counted most. One thing I
COULD say about my Aunt Linda was that when it DID come down to
technique, she was at the top of the leader board when it came to her
ability to eat pussy, better even than her whore daughter. Oddly enough,
while she was GREAT at licking pussy, my dad had once confided to me that
her cock-sucking skills weren't all that spectacular. He even much as to
once joke that perhaps THAT was the real reason her husband left her, but
I think he was just teasing me at the time.
My aunt's superior pussy-eating skills, especially as compared to her
lackluster cock-sucking expertise, probably was due more to the fact that
she had sex more with women than men. Other than my dad, his brother and
her ex, the only guys I knew that she had sex with were her clients. As
a realtor in a tough, ultra- competitive real estate market, she wasn't
afraid to use every weapon in her arsenal to nail down a sale - even if
it meant fucking the client. Otherwise, I only saw her with other women,
always younger than her. Who knows, maybe Kristen's insatiable urge for
younger boys came from her mom's genes? She has been with a really cute
girl for the past few years and while I've never joined in with her and
Sondra, it wasn't for any lack of desire on my part!
Needless to say, none of this was going through my mind as my aunt licked
and sucked on m pussy. Her hands kneaded my buttocks like she was making
bread, squeezing me and gripping my ass in her hands as she ate my pussy.
Given I was already pretty worked up from having masturbated just a few
minutes earlier, it didn't take long for my orgasm to make its
appearance.
"Oh God Aunt Linda... don't stop... oh fuck me, don't stop now!" I
pleaded with her. Indeed, I think I might've died from disappointment if
she had quit right then. I was so close... so damn close now!!
"OH MY GOD!" I cried out loudly.
Hopefully the neighbors were inside at this time of year as they might've
thought someone was being tortured from the way I cried out as my entire
body felt like it was being consumed with pleasure. The hot tub suddenly
felt almost chilly as my body seemed to be burning up from the inside
out. My legs thrust out and then I wrapped them around my aunt, pulling
her tightly into my crotch as I drew her head in against my exploding
pussy.
"FUCK!" I suddenly cried out again as it seemed as though my orgasm was
dying down and then my Aunt Linda used her tongue perfectly on my clit to
drive me over the cliff yet again.
It WAS almost torture now as I felt like I just wanted to stand up and
run around, to do anything to release the incredible emotions and lust
that was trying to burst from within me. It was almost too much, too
intense, for me to handle and my vision seemed to narrow and even the
sounds of the hot tub faded away as my mind retreated to some place far,
far away as I focused on nothing but my pulsing pussy - and my aunt's
tongue that was relentlessly working on me.
Damn, she did it to me again... and then again! Each time she seemed to
sense just when my orgasm was retreating and each time she knew exactly
how to push me back over the edge again. No... make that THROW me off
the edge again. There was nothing subtle about it, she just dove in and
somehow managed to make me cum even harder each time.
For the record, cumming once would have been great and twice even better.
A third time made for something extremely special but what do you call it
the fourth time? It got to the point where I couldn't even cry out
anymore, like my vocal chords were frozen as my entire body was filled
with the most intense and brutal pleasurable feelings I'd even felt
before. Indeed, this was sex at its best - pure lust and passion. It
was almost animal-like in that it was all for one purpose - to make me
cum. There was no talking, no games, just pure, unadulterated sex... and
I was loving every second of it.
Finally I simply couldn't take any more. I was still having trouble
seeing anything but it was like my entire body simply gave up and
collapsed all at once in unison. It was total, unconditional surrender
to a vastly superior force. I'm sure my aunt would've taken for me for
yet a another round but I simply couldn't do it, at least not if I wanted
to remain conscious. My legs dropped from around her and somehow I found
the strength to push her head away. She didn't resist, sensing no doubt
the complete exhaustion I was feeling now.
Aunt Linda reached over and turned off the tub, the sudden absence of
noise almost deafening. Then she sat back next to me and assumed the
same position she had been in originally, her arm around my neck and her
other hand on my thigh.
"Mmmmmmm, I love to make you cum baby," she whispered to me, "You taste
so fucking good when you cum you know, even better than Kristen."
Now THAT was enough to grab my attention, even in the almost catatonic
state I was in. I tasted better than Kristen when I came??? She had
never compared us before so it came as quite a surprise to me - and I
have to admit, made me a bit proud of myself as well. You have to admit
that for her to say her niece tasted better than her own daughter was
quite a compliment!
Once I'd regained my senses, we each grabbed a towel and got out from the
tub. I gathered my clothes on the way in and we sat at the kitchen table
with our towels wrapped around us as she brought out a bottle of wine and
poured us each a glass. I'm not normally much of an alcoholic drink
person but the white wine seemed to be just the thing under the
circumstances.
Whew! Now THAT wasn't what I had expected when I came over. Not that I
regretted even a second of it but still, I had things I needed to discuss
before my dad got home. Indeed, I was hoping to leave before he even
knew I was there so he wouldn't get any hint that I was plotting anything
for his upcoming birthday.
Surprisingly, it only took a little bit to work to something with my
aunt. If anything, it was like she'd been thinking about this already,
maybe for years, and was just waiting for me to ask. Indeed, it was more
then I would've expected from her but after what she'd just done for me,
I was thrilled. As I drove away, smiling to myself as I contemplated
what we'd come up with, I saw headlights in my rear view mirror and
watched as my dad pulled into the driveway. Cool, I'd made it out just
in the nick of time!
Now that I had a plan, all I needed was for the right day to arrive -
November 10th, my dad's 45th birthday.
Chapter 3 - A Special Wakeup Call
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Unfortunately, November 10th fell on a Tuesday, complicating things a
bit. Had it been a weekend it would've been a while lot easier because I
knew my dad wouldn't be taking off work on his birthday, no matter WHAT.
It was something I'd grown accustomed to many years before. After all,
with everything good comes a price. My dad was successful and well-
compensated because of his work and not taking off your birthday just
comes with the territory - a price to pay you might say.
That said, it didn't mean that he practiced abstinence on work days
either. Indeed, when I lived at home one of our favorite "traditions"
was for him to come into my bedroom in the morning before he got ready
for work and either fuck me or do whatever he felt like that day.
Sometimes it was something simple where he just jerked off, usually
cumming on me somewhere as a sort of "calling card" to let me know he'd
been there while I was asleep. Anyone who knows me knows that I'm not a
big fan of having guys cum on me but this was one time I made an
exception, simply because I knew it turned him on to do it when I was
sleeping. Awake, he never came on my face, at least almost never. There
was just something about me being asleep when he did it that really
turned him on. Go figure...
At other times he would rub his dick against me, maybe on my face, boobs,
or anyplace else that was exposed. I've been sleeping nude since I was
twelve so it wasn't like he had to worry about a nightgown getting in the
way. His favorite was to rub the head of his dick against my lips,
working his way between my lips and maybe even into my mouth until I woke
up and sucked him off.
When my dad was REALLY horny he would try to fuck me when I was asleep.
Now this was a lot harder to accomplish than you might think at first.
Nine times out of ten, the moment his erect dick started to penetrate me
I would wake up. Sometimes I would fake being asleep but it was hard not
to give myself away those first few seconds of consciousness until I
realized what was happening.
Still, there were a few special times when I was particularly tired that
he would get himself into me and when I woke up I would feel his burning
dick buried deep inside my pussy. I don't know who it turned on more -
him or me. For him, the sight of his incestuous cock slipping into his
daughter's pussy as she slept, totally unaware, must have been a huge
turn-on. For me, it was me knowing that he had been fucking me while I
was totally defenseless, totally at his mercy, that got me off the most.
Sometimes I would return the favor by sneaking into my parent's bedroom
and sucking off my dad as he slept. In truth, it was a lot easier for me
to accomplish than for him to fuck me in my sleep as my dad was a heavy
sleeper (he even snores REALLY loud but don't tell him I told you). It's
one of the many things I love about dicks - they don't require the active
participation of the guy they are attached to in order to do their thing.
If I suck or hold a dick while a guy is sleeping, it will almost always
get hard. Pretty cool, don't you agree?
I loved to suck on my dad's cock when he was asleep, feeling it growing
in my mouth as he slept there without any idea what was happening to his
cock. I even got him to cum more than a few times, usually waking him in
the process but not until he had filled my mouth with his cum and I was
able to greet his dreary eyes with the image of his daughter with a
mouthful of her father's fresh cum!
One of the things Aunt Linda and I had quickly come to agreement on was
that my dad HAD to start out his birthday with a blowjob and it should
come from his daughter, not his sister-in-law. Of course, I wasn't about
to argue with her logic! The night before I set my alarm for a
ridiculously early hour which proved to be totally unnecessary as I
tossed and turned all night, unable to sleep with all the anticipation.
I must have masturbated at least four times trying to calm myself down
enough to get some sleep but nothing seemed to work. Finally I gave up,
showered, and headed over to my dad's house in the darkness of the frigid
morning.
My Aunt Linda had left the door unlocked so I wouldn't have to make much
noise with the lock getting in. Funny, but you could have a marching
band blaring in his bedroom and my dad would sleep right through it but
the tiniest click of the door lock would spring him out of bed - as I
found out early on when I started dating and came home late.
Trying to be as quiet as I could, I quickly stripped, leaving my clothes
on the couch in the living room. As silently as possible, I sneaked up
the stairs to the second floor where all the bedrooms were, taking a
route I'd plotted out many years before which avoided the worst of the
squeaking stairs. Once in the bedroom, I saw my aunt was laying on her
side, watching the door. She didn't move when I came in, just winking at
me. Obviously someone else was excited about this morning and having a
hard time sleeping as well!
As usual, my dad was sprawled on his back, naked with the sheets tossed
off. My Aunt Linda, just as my mom before her, was wrapped up tightly in
a thick comforter but my dad never seemed to be able to keep any covers
on when he slept. I cringed as he snored loudly, no doubt all the worst
by laying on his back, but I knew no matter how hard my mom had tried
she'd never been able to train him to sleep on his side where at least
the snores were muted somewhat. For once, though, his snoring wasn't
annoying as it signaled to me that he was sound asleep and had no idea
what was about to happen.
Standing next to the side of the bed, I carefully reached over and used
my forefinger to push his dick over and to the middle. It had flopped
over to the side and was so flaccid that it was almost buried out of
sight in his thick pubic hair. My mom and aunt liked to keep their pubic
hair intact but at least they trimmed it.
My dad, on the other hand, had never touched a razor to his crotch, at
least so far as I knew, in his entire life so you can imagine the
shrubbery he was sporting between his legs! Personally, I love a hairy
crotch and the way the hair feels against my face when I suck him against
my bare pussy when he fucks me. It's also fun just to put my hands down
a guy's pants and run my fingers through his pubic hair.
Gingerly I grasped his soft dick in my hand, smiling at my aunt as I felt
the warmth of it in my palm. Mmmmmmm, I loved it when he started off
this soft! Typically when he fucked me he was horny and so by the time I
got to grab his cock he was already well on the way, if not already
there, to a full erection. In this case, however, I would get to feel it
grow from being just a tiny soft dick to a nice hard cock. Mmmmmmm, I
couldn't wait!
With another grin at my aunt, and a return wink from her, I carefully
bent over and took his cock in my mouth. It felt sort of funny when it
was so soft but almost instantly I felt it jump just a wee bit, so little
that had it not been in my mouth I might not have even noticed, but
enough now that I was sure it as responding already. Cool!
Slowly and deliberately, not wanting to spoil his surprise by waking him,
I sucked my dad's cock as it quickly grew and hardened in my mouth.
Mmmmmmm, it felt so good to have his dick in my mouth again! It only
took a few minutes before he reached a state of full erection - and
without even so much as minor break in his snoring.
Now was the tricky part. To make the plan work, I had to get him to cum
without waking him up. I'd actually done that a few times in the past
but he still woke up soon after he started to ejaculate. Well, not today
if I could help it...
I looked up at my Aunt Linda and she had this expression on her face that
gave away what she was doing - as if seeing the motion under the covers
where her crotch was wasn't enough to signal things to me. For just a
moment I felt a pang of guilt as I thought of all the times my mom had
laid in exactly that same place, smiling as she masturbated while
watching her husband fuck her daughter. Well... my dad wasn't going to
be fucking me this morning - not if my plan worked out at least, but
still, the image was hard to get out of my mind.
As I sucked his cock I wondered if my dad was having a dream or anything
at all that connected with what was happening to his cock as he slept.
Would he wake up and think it had all been a dream? Well, I KNEW he
wouldn't but still, was he dreaming about his dick being sucked? If so,
who was sucking it in his dreams? Of course he would say it was me but
was that REALLY who he dreamed about in his sex dreams?
I was so lost in thought about what he might be dreaming about that it
almost caught me off-guard when he came. That's the one thing about
sucking a guy in his sleep - you get virtually no advance warning of when
he is cumming. Suddenly my dad shot out his first load of cum which
struck me in the back of my throat and almost aged me as I wasn't ready
for it. Fortunately, I had had just a little experience in dealing with
this sport of situation so I quickly recovered and took the rest of his
load without further incident.
Normally at this point I would have swallowed his cum, if just to keep
things from getting messy if for no other reason. Personally, I enjoy
the taste of cum, even though I recognize that many girls don't. But
then, there are lots of other things I don't; like the taste of that
maybe they do so I look at it as a personal thing. For me, the more cum
the better! Now in this situation, it was different. Most guys liked to
watch me swallow their cum and then stick my tongue out like I was
proving I had just taken my medications. My dad certainly wasn't going
to watching me swallow this morning and if I did, there would be
virtually no evidence of what I'd done.
With all this in mind, I looked up at my Aunt :Linda again and I knew
what she would have liked - for me to share it with her but again, this
wasn't the time or place for such luxuries. Instead, I let it fall from
my mouth, covering his still mostly-hard dick and spilling down along the
shaft to his pubic hair. There... that should make a nice mess for him
when he wakes up this morning. This was no wet dream either - a LOT more
then I think he ever would have let loose in any silly dream.
As much as I let out of my mouth, there was still enough for me to have
to swallow but before I did, I moved to the other side of the bed and
kissed my aunt. No reason to be selfish! She eagerly took his cum and
we both smiled as we wiped our faces and swallowed down what was left.
Then she winked at me and I silently left the room before my dad woke up.
Later that morning I was in school and I saw that I'd a missed call and a
voice mail. A smile came to my face as I recognized the phone number -
my dad's office phone. At my next break I listened to the voice mail and
it made me so wet right there at my desk as I listened to him thank me
for the early birthday present and tell me how he hoped to show his
thanks later that day when he got home in a more personal way.
What my dad didn't know was that he would have plenty of opportunity to
thank me long before he got home!
Chapter 4 - A Surprise Office Visit
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Later that morning I was sitting behind my desk at school, waiting for my
students to arrive. As I licked my lips, the sharp aftertaste of my
dad's cum was still noticeable in my mouth and I could feel my pussy
tingling as I recalled how wonderful it had been to suck my dad's cock
less than an hour earlier.
It was almost like a dream. Here I was, sitting in a small classroom in
a Christian elementary school, dressed up all prim and proper with
several twelve year-old boys and girls already seated in front of, with
no idea that just a few minutes ago I had been sucking my dad's dick!
Wow, talk about surreal! The only thing that could have made it better
would have been if he had fucked me but since I knew what my plans were
for the rest of the day, just sucking his dick seemed the appropriate way
to start to day off.
As the kids continued to file in slowly, my thoughts were distracted with
memories of my dad - or should I say of my dad's dick. Like, it had been
such an amazing experience to feel his limp cock growing in my mouth,
reacting to me even though he was sound asleep. With my legs crossed, I
squeezed my pussy between my thighs and caught myself just in time as my
hand started to instinctively move to my crotch. I doubted any of the
kids would've even noticed anything given I was seated behind the desk,
but it would've been quite embarrassing if another teacher or maybe even
a parent were to suddenly appear unannounced.
In all fairness, under the circumstances who would fault me for
masturbating during my lunch break? Oh sure, officially it would've been
frowned upon, to say the least, but I was so incredibly so horny just
thinking about all the plans I'd made for the day after the final bell
had gone off. Thank goodness the teachers had a private women's restroom
which afforded considerably more privacy than the student version. Not
surprisingly, I came quickly the first time once I got started. I don't
know if it was so much the joy of masturbating or rather the relief it
gave me to finally release the pent up emotions and lust that had been
building in me all morning.
It was like I couldn't get my fingers on my clit fast enough once I
closed the stall door and lifted my dress. Heck, I didn't even get my
panties down before one was hand inside of them, working my poor clit
after having ignored it all morning despite its insistent pleas. With my
other hand I maneuvered my panties down to my knees as I alternated
between rubbing myself and fucking myself with my fingers.
There were a couple of other women in the restroom when I came the first
time but I was so damn horny that I couldn't hold back any longer - I
simply HAD to cum! Somehow I stifled the moans that were trying so hard
to escape from my mouth as I squeezed my eyes shut and allowed the
intense feelings of pleasure to wash over me like I was in the shower of
love.
Once I got off the first time, it was like I'd averted an explosion but
there was still a lot of pressure to release so I continued to masturbate
until I came again. This time it was more controlled and I was able to
make it last longer. At one point I accidentally moaned a little louder
then I should have but this time the room was clear of everyone but me.
Now that I had gotten THAT out of my system, at least for the time being,
the rest of the afternoon went off without further incident. After
cumming twice in the restroom I was a little more focused on my duties
and it wasn't until the last hour that I started to daydream again about
what would happen in just a few more minutes.
I couldn't help but smile as I look out over the room of 6th graders that
I was working with today, wondering what they would say if they knew what
their teacher was REALLY thinking about. No doubt many of them had
already "discovered" themselves, especially the girls. A couple of the
girls were more mature than the rest, looking like they could be in 8th
grade and I wondered how far they'd gone with their boyfriends - or maybe
even a brother or possibly their dad. In a way it's a shame we all can't
be more open with each other. Just imagine the secrets that were in this
room right now!
After school my plans had been to quickly drive home and change into some
less conservative clothes. No way was I going to show up in my dad's
office looking like some refugee from an Amish farm!
When I was a teenager in high school, one of my favorite things to do was
to visit my dad's legal office in downtown Pittsburgh. Sometimes he
would bring me with him in the morning but usually I would just ride the
"T" and then walk a block or so to get to the office building.
Supposedly I was there to help with some minor office work - filing, mail
sorting, that sort of mindless thing. In reality, I preferred to play
around with the guys in the office more than anything so I'd wear short
skirts, revealing tops, and do just about anything to tease and flirt.
A side benefit dressing and acting naughty for my dad's office was that
sometimes it led to some rather "interesting" times while I was there.
In fact, the first married man I had sex with was one of the older
partners back when I was just sixteen. Although he did me at his house
when I was babysitting, it was what he saw at the office that got him
thinking about it in the first place.
Over the years several more of the guys at my dad's office made it to my
"sexual history" list. The funny part was that so far as they knew, my
dad didn't know anything about it and I think they got a thrill from
fucking the boss's daughter. Naturally I told my dad everything and
there was even one time when he encouraged me to do a few of them as a
"reward" for some extraordinary work they'd recently completed.
As I got in my car and prepared to drive home, I started to have second
thoughts. Maybe dressing more conservatively would actually be the
better option now that I was older. Dressing like a slut is no big deal
when you're a teenager. In fact, it was probably more expected than
anything. Now, however, I was 24 and walking in dressed in a short skirt
and tight top with no bra might be seen more as me acting like some kind
of hooker than just a slut - not the best image for the boss's daughter..
There was also the point that it had been a long time since I'd been
there and no doubt the staff had changed considerably. People who had
known me in the past wouldn't be surprised if I dressed slutty but what
about the newer folks? How would it look if the daughter of a senior
partner came in looking like a streetwalker and then shut the door to his
office? What if they didn't even know I was his daughter? The last
thing I wanted to do was to cause my dad any problems. Besides, I was
thinking I might be able to used my currents outfit to my advantage...
After getting out of the elevator I entered the office and the first
person I met was the receptionist. She was another new one - they seemed
to go through receptionists like water through a sieve. She didn't even
know who I was until I introduced myself after which she smiled at me to
be courteous but other than that, didn't seem inclined to give me the
time of day. I wondered briefly if people had told her anything about
the boss's daughter. No matter, she let me go in and as I entered the
main waiting area, there were a couple of people waiting, probably
clients. Walking past them quickly, I headed straight for the fancy
doors which led to the legal offices.
After going through the double mahogany doors I looked for Margerie, my
dad's personal secretary. Instead, seated at her post was another girl I
didn't recognize. Hmmmmmm, what was up? I'd known Margerie since I was
a little girl and so far as I knew, she was the only secretary my dad had
ever had since he first started here so many years ago. Dad said she was
a great secretary and it didn't hurt she managed to keep the figure of a
Playboy playmate - something which fooled many a pervert who didn't know
the razor sharp mind she liked to pretend she didn't have.
Walking up to the new girl, I introduced myself and learned that she was
just a temp who was filling in while Margerie was away on vacation.
Hmmm, that meant I needed to be a little more careful. My dad especially
valued Margerie for her discretion. Indeed, she was the only person
outside our family that even a clue that my dad might be fucking his
daughter. I don't think they ever specifically discussed it, but there
was something in the way she looked at me with a sort of sly smile that
told me she had a pretty good idea of what happened when I closed the
door to my dad's office. Fortunately, to paraphrase the Las Vegas ads,
so far as Margerie was concerned what happened in my dad's office stayed
in my dad's office. Now with Margerie out and this girl in her place I
would have to be sure I didn't do anything that might give her any wrong
ideas. Well, I guess technically they would have been "right" ideas but
it wouldn't do for someone like her to have such things. It looked as if
my decision to stick with my conservative dress was working out well so
far. Who would think anyone dressed like me would be committing incest?
The girl knocked on my dad's office and opened it to tell him I were
there. Funny, I don't know why she didn't use the intercom but I took
note of it as something to remember later should I hear a knock on the
door. My dad came quickly out of his office with a look of surprise on
his face as needless to say I hadn't told him that I'd be showing up
today. Then a pleased expression appeared and he told the girl that he
would be "busy" and not to be interrupted for anything. She just nodded
as for her, the "rest of the day" was only about a half hour so far as
she was concerned.
Walking into my dad's office, it suddenly occurred to me that I hadn't so
much as bought him a birthday card. Dang it, how could I have forgotten
such a thing? Apparently I'd been so wrapped up in all the other
planning I'd been doing with my aunt that I didn't think of something so
basic as a card. I guess it really didn't matter as my dad was like most
men in that even if I HAD given him a card he would've undoubtedly read
it just long enough to make me happy and then put it aside without
another thought. Oh well, I didn't think he would be disappointed with I
DID remember fort his birthday!
"Hey dad... happy birthday!"
My dad shut the door behind me and I couldn't help but notice he made
sure that it was closed securely and locked as well. It made me feel
good to know that he obviously had expectations of doing something with
me and he didn't want anyone just popping into the office and seeing us
in action. In a way, I took it as a sincere compliment in that my dad
was confident enough in me that he could assume I was there to submit to
his desires. I had no doubt that after this morning's brief episode his
desires had been working up pretty well during the day. I wondered if he
ever ,masturbated while at work and if he did, did he do it today?
Before I could say anything else, he reached out and pulled me tightly
into him, his hands on my back as he leaned down to kiss me. It felt so
wonderful to feel his lips against mine, pressing tightly as our lips
parted and his tongue began to explore my mouth. As he kissed me, his
large hands slowly worked their way downward until he had one on each of
my buttocks, gripping them firmly and pulling up on my ass such that I
was slightly lifted off my feet onto my toes.
"Damn baby, I just love your ass," he whispered softly as our lips parted
just enough for him to tell me.
We must have stood there for five minutes or more, kissing continuously
as he fondled my butt and kissed me passionately. I liked it so much
better when we just got right to it instead of fooling around with too
much talk and such. What was the point of all the foreplay, especially
in this situation? We both knew why I was there so why waste time that
could be put to better use?
"You know, I've been thinking about you all day," he said in a husky
whisper, "I can't believe you sneaked off this morning without even
waking me."
"Did you wake up feeling good?"
"Oh yeah? Your aunt made sure I knew who had done it as well."
"I wanted to do something special for your daddy."
"Mmmmmmm, believe me, it WAS... it certainly was," he sighed as he
started to feel for the zipper on the back of my dress.
"I want you birthday to be special daddy... I want to make you happy. I
would do anything for you daddy...ANYTHING!"
My dad took my head in his hands and tilted it back so he could look me
in the eyes. "Kelly, EVERY time I'm with you it's special. You're my
only daughter and I love you."
"Oh daddy, I love you too... Please just tell me what I can do to please
you."
My dad smiled and kissed me again. Then he whispered in my ear, "You
know what I want baby... you already know."
Indeed I did. He may have been my father, but he was still a man and all
men have similar needs and desires. Just because I was his daughter was
no reason for him not to want me just as he would any other girl. If
nothing else I would hope even more! The difference was that when it
came to other girls, all he could do was fantasize as my parents took
their marriage vows VERY seriously. To them, adultery was adultery, no
matter what the circumstances might be. Even though my mother was gone
now, my dad didn't use the "until death do us part" as an escape. For
him, in his heart his wedding vows were binding until HE died as well.
Thus while my dad certainly enjoyed looking at cute girls and had quite
the extensive porn collection, when it came to being able to actually
fucking someone, especially a young girl, his options were pretty
limited. At least he was luckier than most married men in that besides
me he could fuck my cousin Kristen. I think in his heart he understood
that she did it only because he was her uncle and she felt more obligated
then turned on so that probably took a bit of the edge off of it.
Besides Kristen, there was Tammy, my youngest cousin. Her situation with
her ultra-conservative mother, together with her own preferences for in
boys her age, meant that being with my dad was becoming more and more
rare. Indeed, he told me it had been a long time since he had fucked
Tammy and he seemed so sad when he said that he wasn't sure when, if
ever, that he might fuck her again. Then again, Tammy was seventeen now
so it wasn't quite the thrill for him that it had been back when she was
just fourteen.
Yes indeed, I knew exactly what my dad wanted and it made my heart skip
knowing I could give it to him and thus make him happy in ways nobody
else in the world could. Sure he enjoyed fucking my Aunt Linda and
cousin Kristen, but they weren't his only daughter. It was sort of like
me being fucked by my uncles. They may have been my father's brothers,
but sex with them just didn't fulfill me the way having sex with my
father did.
"Fuck me daddy," I said softly.
It was exactly what he wanted me to say, I was positive of that. Heck,
it was what EVERY man I meet wants me to say but my dad was the only one
who got to hear the word. Just three simple words but they told him
everything he needed to know. They told him that I wanted him to fuck me
and that it wasn't something he was pressuring me to do. I didn't say it
in a demanding tone but rather in a pleading way, thus begging him to do
me and in doing so, expressing my submission to his biblical authority
over me. It was also a direct, without being coy or cute, way of
expressing my desire to please him without question or interpretation.
Reaching down, I could feel the bulge that was sticking out from his
crotch through his pants and my heart jumped just a little. Mmmmmmm, he
wanted me... he desired me. God, my own father was horny as hell for me
and that was just incredibly hot so far as I am concerned. I love it
when men desire me, when I see that look of lust in their eyes that tells
me more than anything they want to fuck me right then and there.
It makes me feel good as a woman to know that men are turned on just by
the sight of me, that they desire me even though they know nothing at all
about who I am. There's no greater ego and confidence booster than to
see a married man's eyes wondering as he walks along with his wife and
family, knowing he would betray all of them in a heartbeat for the
opportunity to fuck me just once.
This time his hands found the tiny hook at the top of my dress behind my
hair. Undoing it, the next thing was the zipper which he easily slid
down to the bottom of my back. I stepped back and slowly pushed one
shoulder off and then other, holding my arms around my chest to keep the
dress from falling any further. Then I relaxed my arm muscles and the
heavy dress dropped to the floor around my ankles, leaving me standing
there in front my father in my bra, panties and heels. All of these were
relatively conservative with my bra being your basic white everyday
version straight from the rack at JC Penney and the panties white cotton
as well with a rather full cut that didn't even expose any camel toe.
The black heels were only about 1-1/2 inches, meant more for comfort than
showing off my figure.
Stepping out of the dress, I kicked it over to the side so we wouldn't
step on it and moved forward to my dad again where we embraced tightly
and began to kiss again. Once again my dad's hands went straight to my
ass, except this time there was much less interference for him to deal
with. Even so, my panties were apparently still too much as he slipped
his hands under the elastic of the waistband and put his palms and
fingers directly on my bare ass.
My boobs were now dressed up against his chest as he ran his hands over
my now exposed body. I knew the bra was an irritant and he wasn't use to
having to deal one when we had sex but he didn't say anything about it.
Who knows, maybe it was because normally I did NOT wear a bra that having
one on now was actually more erotic for him. Whatever the reason, I
decided for the moment to leave it up to him when, if ever, the bra would
disappear.
One of the perks of being a senior partner in a large law firm is you get
an office that is more like a motel room, even a suite. My dad's office
included a massive wooden desk, a private bathroom (complete with a
shower), a fully stocked wet bar, and comfortable furniture that included
several large chairs and a matching leather couch.
Perhaps best of all was the privacy in unlike the fishbowl offices
assigned to the lower-ranking associates and partners, his was completely
private and quite soundproof. Of course the intention was to allow him
to hold private sessions with clients and other partners, but it also
allowed him to do other things as well - like his daughter and
occasionally his niece as well. So far as I knew my Aunt Linda had never
even been to his office, let alone fool around there, but I had learned
lately that there were a lot of things about my aunt that I didn't know
so maybe she had.
My dad steered me backwards towards the couch which was right behind me,
lowering me down gently as he continued to kiss and fondle me at the same
time. The leather felt cool against my bare bottom at first, but quickly
warmed up as he sat down next to me. He twisted towards me, reaching
over to my left leg and pulling it up and over until it draped over his
lap as he held me closer to him. I could feel his leg pressing up
against my exposed pussy and without even thinking I started to grind
myself slowly against him through his pants as he grabbed my bare ass
again and pulled me into him even tighter.
Sitting there almost nude with my dad's arms firmly around me, my heart
almost burst as I felt this incredibly sensation of parental love and
fatherly security. It was like every care I had in the world just
disappeared and nothing existed but me and my dad in our own little world
on his couch. It felt so safe to be in my father's arms, knowing he
would never allow anything in the world to harm me. At times like this I
was closest to the once person who loved me and respected me more than
anyone else.
"Fuck me daddy," I whispered to him again, trying to convey to him my
appreciation for how special I was feeling at this moment, "Show me how
much you really love me."
There was nothing else that I could say that better described how I felt
for him right then. One might say that I could have said that I loved
him. Well, I could also have told him how secure he made me feel. On
the other hand, I could also have told him how good he was making me feel
as he touched me lightly all over and ran his hands over me like a
teenage boy exploring his first nude girl. There were so many other
things I could have said to him but they were all effectively summed up
in those three simple words... "Fuck me daddy."
For a moment I thought he might start to cry but my dad had too much
self-control to allow his emotions to be displayed so openly. Instead,
he simply pulled my leg up higher over him, allowing his hand to reach in
from behind and between my smooth upper thighs until I felt the side of
his finger pressing up against my warm pussy as he gripped my thigh in
his hand.
Had I asked anyone else to fuck me he would have probably have taken me
literally; immediately stripping and pushing his stiff dick inside of me
as quickly as possible. My dad was far too respectful of me to react in
such a vulgar and thoughtless manner. He understood that when I asked
him to fuck me, it was more than just the penetration of his dick inside
of my pussy that I was offering - far more than that. I was offering him
ME, as in ALL of me, to do whatever he wanted, anything he needed.
What made my dad so wonderful was that even though he knew he COULD do
literally anything to me, ask me anything, demand that I do anything, he
respected me far too much to abuse his "power". He knew what I enjoyed
and didn't and had never asked me or even hinted at anything that he knew
I would not enjoy. For example, my dad enjoyed anal sex and I knew my
mom, Aunt Linda and Kristen allowed him to do it with them, but he knew
how much I hated it and thus he NEVER asked me to do it with him. Of
course if he DID, I would have gladly done it for him without a hint of
protest or disappointment, but he was far too fantastic of a father to
ever take advantage of me that way.
Our lips parted and again I whispered for him to fuck me. My dad
responded by kissing my face, neck and ears. God I loved it when he
kissed my neck while he played with my hair! I tilted my head back,
letting him kiss and lick my neck ever so gently so as not to leave a
mark. It felt especially good when he would just lightly flick the tip
of his tongue against the side of my neck as he ran his fingers through
my hair, tugging on it just slightly. The soft sighs that I was making
had to be telling him how much I was enjoying this as he slowly worked
his lips down my chest to my breasts where he lifted the bra up and over
my boobs.
"Ohhhhhh daddyyyyy..." I sighed softly as he gently kissed my nipple,
alternating from one breast to the other.
His tongue reached out and just barely touched them as he caressed my
breasts gently in his hand. Then I couldn't but jump as he sucked hard
on one nipple, pulling it into his mouth as his tongue tickled it. Then
he released it, letting it snap back into place and then quickly sucking
on it again.
"Your tits are perfect baby," he murmured, his voice barely audible as he
continued to lick and suck on my boobs.
Of course I knew he was just being a proud father as my boobs are not
perfect - far from it. Thank God they finally filled out a decent C-cup
after spending most of my teens years tormenting me by refusing to grow
out of the B-cup range. Maybe it was due to me being a few pound heavier
now than I was in my teens. It seemed whenever I gained or lost weight
my boobs were the first thing to be affected.
As my dad suckled on my boobs like a hungry baby, my upper hand traced
its way to his crotch where I could feel my dad's erection easily through
his dress slacks. God he was SO hard! Yet even as much as I knew he
wanted to feel his dick in me, he continued to touch me and fondle me as
if he was in no hurry to get to his ultimate goal.
As my dad continued to suck on my boobs, his hand drifted to between my
thighs and he lifted my upper leg up just enough to get his hand back
between my upper thighs again, only this time from the front. I gasped
as he cupped my shaved crotch in his hand, placing his palm firmly
against my entire pussy and pressing against it as he slowly moved it in
small circles. The pressure of the palm of his hand against my clit made
me squirm uncontrollably.
God, I was SO horny!
My pussy was practically dripping wet by now and it felt so warm as his
middle finger began to press down between my swollen pussy lips, working
its way between them until the tip of his finger was poised at the outer
entrance to my pussy hole. He pressed more firmly against me, forcing
the tip of his finger in to the first knuckle and then moving it around
in tight circles inside of my wet pussy.
"Oh daddy, that feels soooooo good!"
His response was to simple push it in a little further and continue to
twirl it around in me. Actually, while most guys seemed to concentrate
on pushing their fingers into me as far as they can, what they fail to
realize that it's the entrance to my pussy where all the sensitive nerve
endings are. It's also why I love it when a guy pushes just the head of
his dick inside of me and grinds his hips around to move his dick inside
of me. My dad, of course, was well aware of this which is why he was
concentrating on exactly that place inside of me.
My breathing was getting heavier now and I closed my eyes to concentrate
on my dad's mouth and fingers on me. My pussy was so wet I could hear
his fingers as they pushed in and out of me like a dick fucking me. Then
he turned me back over so I was sitting straight on the couch again with
my bottom right on the edge. Getting up from the couch, he kneeled on
the rug and lifted my bare legs over his shoulders as he leaned forward
and started to lick my drenched pussy.
"God daddy... don't stop daddy, PLEASE don't stop!"
I'm sure the last thing he needed to continue eating my pussy was me
asking him but at the same time, it never hurts for someone to tell the
person making them feel good that they ARE making them feel good. For
instance, I KNOW when I suck a guy's dick that he loves it but yet I
never tire of hearing them telling me they do. My dad was pretty good at
licking pussy - better than most guys although I guess I could be a
little biased in my judgment. As horny as I was by then, it didn't take
long for him to get the desired results - my first orgasm.
"Ohhhhhhhhh myyyyyyy Godddddddd!" I groaned, gripping his head between my
warm thighs as my legs stretched out stiffly.
My hands pressed on the couch to my side as I tried to keep from leaping
off the couch. Damn it felt so incredibly wonderful to cum as my dad
relentlessly continued to lick my pussy and force his talented tongue up
into me as far as it could reach.
"Give me your dick daddy... put it in me now," I begged, "PLEASE Daddy...
I need it in me NOW! Fuck me daddy, oh please fuck me!"
I can only imagine what must have been going through his mind as he heard
his only daughter crying out in the throes of her orgasm for him to put
his dick inside of her. Now this was more than just me trying to please
him. Now it was as much about him pleasing me as it was the other way
around. Now he had driven me to the point where the only thing that
could possible satisfy me was to feel his dick deep inside of me - DEEP
inside of, as far as he could bury himself within my pulsating pussy.
Standing up, he caught my legs and gripped them under each knee, holding
them up so my pussy was lifted just off of the edge of the couch, fully
exposed and waiting for him. I opened my eyes and watched him as he
positioned himself without using his hands at the entrance to my pussy.
Using my right hand to help guide him, his dick started to press right up
against my pussy hole, just one hard shove away from entering me.
"I love you daddy," I sighed as I saw his eyes were focused on where my
crotch was waiting for his incestuous cock.
The look on my father's face told me everything - an expression of sheer
lust and sexual desire. I think the entire office staff could have
walked in at this moment and it still wouldn't have been enough to stop
him from what he was about to do. Indeed, I don't think anything
imaginable could have prevented my father from taking me at this moment.
I was his and there was no power on earth that could deprive him of what
he deserved - his daughter.
"Yes!" he groaned as he shoved his hips forward, driving his dick half-
way into me with one string push.
God, it felt incredible to feel my father's dick in me yet again. It was
like every time he fucked me it was for the first time again. Yes, it
felt good to feel a dick in my pussy but this wasn't just any dick, it
was my father's! At this moment we were now one, two people joined
together in the most intimate act possible between a man and a woman.
"I love you in me daddy... I love you," I cried out as my pussy gripped
his dick, wanting him even deeper in me.
He quickly resettled his feet and with one more hard shove he was buried
in me to the hilt. I could feel his balls slap up against my bare ass as
his crotch met mine, with nothing in between us now that his dick was
surrounded by my wet pussy.
Feeling your father's hard cock inside of you has to be one of the most
erotic and fulfilling sensations any girl can experience. Sure, if I had
been blindfolded and never told who it was that was fucking me it would
have been just another dick. The point is, I DID know who was fucking me
and it DID make a HUGE difference.
I've always maintained that good sex is last 80% emotion with only a
small part of the enjoyment and fulfillment created due to the actual
physical act of sex. It's far more important WHO fucks me, WHERE they
fuck me and WHY they fuck me than the actual mechanics of the act. Of
course, a guy who is skilled at fucking can make the entire experience
all the better, but he can never fully satisfy me with just his dick, it
has to be more.
Yes indeed, this wasn't just another boyfriend fucking me, it wasn't a
cheating husband doing me behind his wife's back, it wasn't even an uncle
fucking his niece. No, this was something so special that only a father
and daughter can ever truly understand it. As he slid his cock in and
out of me, all I could think of was how it was my FATHER who was fucking
me. I wanted this to go on forever, to have his dick stay in me as long
as possible, to be physically joined together with my dad in the most
intimate and personal way possible.
Deep in the back of my mind, however, lurked another thought. Yes, as
much as I adored him for what he was doing to me at this very moment,
there was more I needed to do for him. After all, it WAS his birthday
and his birthday surprise was only partially complete. I could barely
make out the clock on the shelves behind his desk and somehow, despite
the "distractions", I was somehow able to remember that someone was about
to knock on the door!
Chapter 5 - My Cousin Kristen Joins In
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Talk about timing... at that moment there was a soft knock on the door.
My dad just ignored it, assuming he even heard it in the first place
given how lightly the person was knocking and the way he was
concentrating so intensely on what he was doing to me right then.
"Daddy, you need to answer the door."
"Not now, they can come back later."
"Daddy, you NEED to answer the door," I said a little more strongly this
time.
He suddenly stopped his strokes in and out of me and was motionless with
his dick buried deep inside of me. Then he looked at me with a curious
face and then he smiled as he started to figure out what was going on.
"Is that who I think it is?"
Actually, I wasn't sure WHO he thought it might me. There was a case for
it being my Aunt Linda since they were now living together as lovers.
Perhaps he thought it more likely that it would be my cousin Kristen as
she and I had already teamed up in the past to invade his office for a
quick fuck. Then again, maybe he was thinking I was surprising him with
a visit from his youngest niece, He HAD mentioned how long it had been
since he had fucked Tammy so maybe he was thinking I had arranged for
something special on his birthday. I was actually afraid to ask who he
thought it was out of fear that he might mention the wrong person,
disappointing everyone involved in the process.
"Well, why not just find out for yourself?"
My dad grinned and he leaned back which had the effect of pulling his
dick out of me. God, I felt so empty all of a sudden! For just a moment
I was tempted to tell him to forget about whoever was at the door and put
his hard cock back in me. However, before I could say anything he set my
legs down and headed for the door. He must have been pretty confident as
to who it was as he didn't bother putting his pants back on. It seemed
actually a little funny to watch him walking to the door with his shirt
and tie still on along with his dark socks, his engorged dick pocking out
from between the shirt tails.
For a moment I panicked. I certainly HOPED it was who I thought was at
the door!
Standing back behind the door just to be sure, my dad unlocked it and
cracked it open. Seeing who it was, he grinned broadly and stepped back
to let the door open and in walked my fun-loving cousin Kristen. My dad
quickly shut and locked the door behind her.
"Happy birthday Uncle John!" she giggled as she glanced down and saw his
dick poking out at her, "Mmmmmmm, looks like I'm the one getting a
present though!"
Before my dad or I could say anything, she dipped down, bending her knees
and taking my dad's dick in her mouth so quickly he didn't have time to
react. She took it in deep and then took it in and out a few times
before releasing it and holding it in her little hand as she stood up
straight again.
"Mmmmmmm, you've been fucking Kelly, I can tell," she giggled, wiping her
mouth with the back of her other hand, "I'd recognize my cousin's pussy
anywhere."
Of course, seeing me laying back on the couch with my legs spread and my
pussy wide open would have probably tipped her off in any case, but it
was just like Kristen to even think of saying such a thing. If there was
one thing you could count on when Kristen was involved, it would be fun
and entertaining. No doubt that was a large part of the reason she was
so successful as a hooker. Her youthful looks and perky personality
didn't hurt either I am sure.
Thankfully, at least so far as I am concerned, she "retired" from the
prostitution business a few months ago but that didn't mean she was just
as horny and looking for sex as ever. The only issue I had with her was
her taste in men - or should I say boys.
For me, nothing compared to the thrill of an older husband cheating on
his wife with me for the first time. If anything, I preferred them to be
older as they were typically hornier and more anxious to please me. In
addition, the longer they'd been married the more discretion they had and
the more satisfying it was to have them choose me to be the first one
they cheated on after so many years of faithful marriage.
Kristen, on the other hand, had tastes quite the opposite from mine.
Sure, as a hooker she had sex with most every male type in the book, but
that was for money, not fun. On her own, for her own personal pleasure,
Kristen liked the boys and the younger the better. Once they had their
high school diplomas, it was like she lost interest in them. Even better
was if they were barely even in high school, or maybe even in 7th or 8th
grade. I suppose when she was in her teens it wasn't so bad but now she
was 22 and the age differential was getting larger every year. Sooner or
later I knew she was going to have to adjust her ways but for the time
being, it was like talking to a blank wall whenever I broached the
subject.
One exception Kristen made when it came to her "no old guys" rule was my
dad. As her uncle, she had first let him fuck her when she was sixteen
and I was away for my first year in college. You could say she
substituted for me while I was gone, even if I didn't find out about it
until the following summer break. Since then I knew he still fucked her
occasionally - what man in his right mind wouldn't if he had the chance?
Kristen may be 22 now but she looked more like she was at most 18, with
the most perfect perky B-cup breasts and incredible legs. Everywhere she
went, guys looked at her first and while over the years I've grown
accustomed to it, it still irks me at times despite my best intentions!
Kristen was like a little girl released into a candy store. She giggled
as she quickly stripped off her clothes and hopped onto the couch next to
me stark naked. She looked at me a little funny and I realized I still
had my bra on, even though it was up over my boobs now. I slipped the
straps over my shoulders and twisted it around, unhooking it and tossing
it to the side out of the way, leaving me with just my heels which I then
unbuckled and let fall to the floor. My dad stood back, watching the
scene with a touch of amusement on his face. You couldn't blame him.
How many guys reach their 45th birthday and have two twenty-something
girls stripped nude in their office with every intention of fulfilling
his every desire?
As my dad finished undressing, Kristen turned to me and we started to
make out in front of my dad. Of course he'd seen us doing this many
times before, but he'd confided me in once a while back that it still
turned him on to see two girls making out - especially when it involved
me or my mom. By the time he was undressed, we were already playing with
each other's pussies and boobs, trying more to put on a show for my dad
than anything else.
"Damn girl, you're soaking wet!" Kristen exclaimed as her hand felt up my
pussy, "I bet you loved getting that daddy cock, didn't you?"
I giggled at that and looked at my dad who just rolled his eyes in mock
exasperation. Kristen wasn't wasting any time, though. Seeing my dad
was finally naked, she promptly twisted around until she was on her knees
with her hands on the back of the couch, pushing up her hips to lift her
ass up for my dad.
"Fuck me Uncle John," she said, but much more demanding than I'd been
earlier.
In her case, she meant exactly that - for him to fuck her. None of this
foreplay crap for her; she wanted his dick and that was that!
My dad looked at me and I just smiled and shrugged my shoulders. While I
knew my dad loved to fuck me and I was number one in his heart, I was
well aware that he simply enjoyed fucking Kristen for who she was - a
hot, young, pretty, nubile slut who simply LOVED sex and wanted as much
cock as she could get, anytime she could get it.
Moving up behind his niece, he rubbed his dick up along her pussy as she
reached under herself and spread her lips apart with the fingers of one
hand. From the way she was glistening in the light, her pussy looked to
be pretty wet already and I couldn't help but wonder if she hadn't been
doing herself for a while before she had knocked on the door. Regardless
of why, his dick slipped easily into her well-used pussy and in one hard
hip thrust he had himself buried inside of her, his thick pubic hair
mashed up against her cute little bare ass.
"Oh yeah, fuck me Uncle John, fuck me fast!" she cried out as he started
to stroke himself in and out of her.
Holding his niece by the hips, he pushed her back and forth in sync with
his own thrusts to drive himself as deep as he could inside of her and
then to pull out until his cock was barely in her. A couple of time he
pulled out too far but her pussy was so open and wet he easily slid back
in without any further help.
As my dad fucked my cousin, I sat there with one leg over the side of the
couch and the other tucked under me, sitting sideways as I leaned against
the back of the couch and slowly masturbated. Even though my dad had
just fucked me not more than a few minutes earlier, I was pleased to feel
my pussy grip my finger tightly. If there was one thing about my body
that I was most proud of, it was how tight my pussy still was even after
all the men who had fucked me. Even better, it was the one thing I had
up on Kristen. She wasn't exactly loose like she'd had a baby or
anything, but guys who had fucked us both always said I was the tightest
by far, something that she didn't like to hear but was music to my ears.
It probably didn't hurt that I wasn't a big fan of large dildos like she
was. Most of the time I use my fingers to masturbate and when I DO use a
dildo, it tends to be rather small instead of those monsters that Kristen
likes to use.
"Fuck me in the ass," Kristen said as she turned her head back to my dad.
She turned to me with a playful look, knowing full well that I hadn't
offered such a thing to my dad earlier. Oh well, if she wanted it, let
he do it!
My dad just grinned and pulled out of her pussy, then used his hand to
wet his fingers in her pussy which he then used to lube up her ass. His
dick was hard and wet from fucking her and it was a little surprising to
me how easily he slid into her ass once he got in the right position. I
knew Kristen didn't object to anal sex, but I was now wondering just how
often she did it. Apparently more than I'd thought!
There wasn't any doubt in my mind that had this been allowed to continue
much longer, my dad would have cum in her ass but just then there was
another knock on the door. My dad looked startled and he turned to me to
see me grinning and it hit him what was going on.
Chapter 6 - My Aunt Linda Makes It a Threesome
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"Another one?" was all he asked, looking incredulous. I nodded and he
grinned even more.
He had to know it was one of two people - my Aunt Linda or my cousin
Tammy. In my heart, I knew he was hoping for Tammy and I wished then
that I had found some way to get her involved but she simply wasn't
available. Besides, it would have been more difficult for a girl her age
to wander into the office without someone taking notice. Kristen showing
up at the same time as me was already pushing the envelope but to have a
seventeen year-old slut coming in after us would have certainly raised
some interesting questions.
Following the same procedure as before, he went to the door and looked to
see who it was. He just shook his head as my Aunt Linda walked in. At
least she had remembered to bring a card and a present, hopefully tipping
off the staff that was all about his birthday and not something else that
their imaginations might be dreaming up.
"Happy birthday John," she greeted him and then they kissed.
She turned and saw the two of us on the couch. Kristen had turned over
and was sitting next to me, her one leg draped over mine and each of us
had one hand on the other's pussy.
"Hmmmmmm, looks like you're having quite the birthday party, John" she
teased him, "I hope you don't mind if I join in?"
It was then I took notice that she was wearing a long trench such that
all you could see were the black boots she was wearing. Without waiting
for a response from my dad (it's not that the answer was in any doubt),
she unbuttoned the trench coat and opened it up to reveal that the boots
were the ONLY things she was wearing under it! Damn, that must have been
so hot for her to drive downtown, park and walk into the office knowing
she was totally naked under the coat.
"Wow, is this my birthday or did I die and go to heaven?" my dad said
incredulously, looking between her and the two of us on the couch.
We all laughed and Aunt Linda removed the coat, leaving her boots on.
Walking over to the couch, she motioned for me and Kristen to spread
apart
and she took her place between the two of us. I couldn't remember the
last time the three of us had been naked together like this and I'm sure
my dad was enjoying the sight as well. Aunt Linda put one hand on each
of our legs and rubbed them up and down.
"Well, you two have a head start from the looks of things. John, why
don't you fuck your daughter for while mine gets me ready?"
Like, what man is going to say no to THAT proposition? Kristen didn't
hesitate for a second, quickly hopping off the couch and getting between
her mom's legs, her head disappearing between her thighs faster than you
could say "eat me" and started to lick her mom. It made me think for a
moment how much she must be missing doing that since her mom had moved in
with my dad.
Kristen had been sleeping with her mom since her dad left when she was a
little girl so it was only natural that they started having sex when she
was at an early age. As for me, I was sixteen before I licked my mother
(she was also my first pussy I tasted other than my own). In contrast, I
knew Kristen had started with her mom at less than half that age but in
was different in her case, more of a natural progression over the years
then suddenly having sex with your mom one day after doing nothing more
than masturbating together prior to that.
My dad smiled as he saw Kristen eagerly licking her mom's pussy. Again,
what man wouldn't love the site of a daughter licking her mother's pussy?
Aunt Linda raised her hand and shrugged as if she was saying she had no
control over what Kristen was doing - despite the fact it was her idea in
the first place. Then he turned to me and the humor was replaced with
lust as he started to stroke his dick in his hand as he looked at me with
an intensity that was almost frightening. Oh yeah, he was horny and now
he going to fuck me and there was absolutely nothing in the world that
would stop him.
This time I turned to my side and he slid in behind me as I lifted my top
leg up and over him with my bottom leg out straight behind me, exposing
my wet pussy to him. Our heads were facing Linda and Kristen such that I
could actually hear her lapping up her mother's increasing wet pussy. It
was hard to actually see her tongue on her as my aunt's pubic hair was
pretty bushy and hid her daughter's face as she pressed it into mother's
pussy. For just a moment I felt a slight pang in my heart as I
remembered how it had been when I could do the same with my mother, who
also preferred to keep her pussy natural, just trimming it enough to be
presentable in her outfits and bikinis.
Any such thoughts were quickly replaced by the wondrous sensation of my
dad's dick entering my needy pussy yet again. He had one hand helping to
hold up my leg and the other around my neck such that he could reach my
boob as he fucked me.
"Damn John, your dick looks so hot in her pussy," Aunt Linda remarked,
her eyes fixed on where my dad's dick was now buried completely inside
his daughter's pussy.
Despite my best efforts, I couldn't help but giggle slightly as his stiff
pubic hair tickled my bald pussy when he would start grinding his dick in
me, moving his hips in tight circles to twist his dick around inside of
me.
"You're tickling me daddy," I apologized.
"Well, I would certainly hope I'm doing more than just THAT!" he came
back with a chuckle as he started stroking his dick in and out of me.
My dad was starting to pick up speed and it didn't surprise me given the
situation he was in. How many men at his age, or ANY age for that
matter, could hold back for long when fucking their daughter while
watching his sister-in-law being eaten out by her daughter - the same
niece he was just fucking a few minutes earlier?
"Hey, don't you dare cum in her yet, forgetting about me?" my aunt teased
my dad.
With that, she gently pushed Kristen away from her pussy. Kristen
pretended to protest but she couldn't help but grin, looking positively
slutty leaning back on her heels with her face coated with her mother's
pussy juices.
Aunt Linda laid back on the couch with one leg up on the top and the
other over the edge, her head supported by the arm rest at the other end.
She started rubbing her pussy, spreading herself open and pushing her
pubic hair to each side to give my dad a good view of her motherly pussy.
"C'mon, it's my turn!" Aunt Linda said, sounding a little perturbed that
my dad was still fucking me.
I looked at him and smiled, then I whispered it was OK and he pulled out
of me and moved in between my aunt's legs, quickly burying himself in her
hairy pussy.
As my dad fucked his sister-in-law, his niece and I masturbated again
while we watched - her on the floor and me on the couch. About all I
could see was my dad's ass and his cock pushing into my aunt's hairy
pussy between his legs while Kristen was getting a much better view.
Even though my Aunt had been fucking my dad all my life, I didn't know
about it until I started having sex with my dad myself back when I was
sixteen. Looking back it made sense considering all the times she would
stop by and she and my dad would disappear, supposedly to help with her
realty business legal needs. Yeah, she had needs alright, but they
weren't legal! After that, even though I knew they fucked, it was rare
that I actually got to see them in the act, typically only at times when
the family got together such as our 4th of July annual traditional orgy.
For me to just sit there, masturbating slowly while I watched my dad fuck
my favorite aunt, was actually something new for me. Looking at Kristen
getting herself off, I wondered if she ever got to watch them when he
went to their house for sex. At what age did she first see them doing
it? Did she join in? Did she start fucking her uncle even before the
times I knew about? There were times I suspected as much. Although
technically such questions weren't off limits, common courtesy kept me
from asking. I figured if they wanted me to know they would tell me.
Kristen was starting to cum. It wasn't like it wasn't obvious - Kristen
was by nature a moaner and I couldn't help but hope the office was as
soundproof as my dad claimed it was. Even my dad stopped fucking my aunt
for a moment to watch Kristen as she laid on her back with her knees bent
and her hips thrust up into the air as if being fucked by some imaginary
lover. She was humping like a mad woman as her orgasm racked her body,
moaning and rubbing her pussy furiously as she made herself cum even
harder.
For me, I was so caught up in watching what was all happening about me,
masturbating was almost a second thought for me. Sure I was touching
myself but that was about it as my interest were more in watching my dad
fucking my aunt. Aunt Linda really didn't look a lot like my mom so it
wasn't like I was seeing some surreal scene that brought back memories of
seeing my parents fucking, but it was still pretty hot to see my dad
fucking a woman I didn't get to see him with all that often.
My dad was getting pretty close again and I saw Kristen give me a look as
if she was expecting me to say something. I knew what she was worried
about, that my dad would cum in my aunt and she wouldn't get to have it
for herself. While most guys who really know consider me a cumslut
(guilty as charged), once again I am nothing compared to Kristen. I
think the girl would shower in it if she could.
OK, I like cum, most of the time at least, and it doesn't bother me to
taste it and swallow it but I can't say it's the most delicious thing on
earth. For me, it's more HOW I get the cum that counts and I swallow
more to keep it off my face and to turn the guy on than for my own
pleasure.
Kristen, on the other hand, LOVED cum. It was like just tasting it was
enough to get her off, like it gave her some incredible high, almost like
she was drinking a glass of wine or even something stronger. If my dad
DID cum her mom, I'm sure she would have tried to lick as much as
possible out of her afterwards but I knew she would much rather get it
straight from the source - my dad's dick.
I had discussed this very situation with my aunt while we were plotting
this little episode. I remember asking her who would get to have my dad
cum in me. After all, he WAS 45 and it would be a little much to ask for
him to cum in each of us, even if I were to somehow spike his lunch with
an overdose of Viagra. It was obviously time to put our solution in
play, even if from the looks of things my aunt had supposedly forgotten
all about her agreement to follow the plan.
Motioning to Kristen to join me, I got off the couch and stood next to
where my dad was fucking my aunt.
"C'mon dad, let us finish you so we can all share."
My aunt pretended not to hear anything and at first my dad didn't
respond. He was getting close and I knew from many past experiences that
soon he would be beyond the point of no return and there was no talking
or discussing anything with him after that.
"DAD!" I said more sharply, "It's not fair!"
Reluctantly, my dad stopped, holding himself up with his dick buried in
his sister-in-law. He was flushed and breathing hard, barely able to
speak.
"Dad, we want to share your cum, OK?"
He hesitated a moment, looking down at my aunt who I could see as torn
between her own lust and her sense of duty. After all, this whole thing
had been HER idea in the first place!
"Oh alright," my dad sighed as he pulled out of Linda and sat back on the
couch, stroking his dick.
He pushed himself up to the edge and Kristen and I eagerly kneeled in
front of him. I looked to see if my aunt was going to join us but she
seemed too exhausted to move and just laid there touching herself. I
knew exactly how she felt. Having a man pull out before he came was like
the ultimate disappointment.
"Fuck, I'm cumming!" my dad said hoarsely as she stroked his dick faster.
Kristen and I put our heads next to the other and opened our mouths wide,
letting our tongues hand out like two panting dogs.
"Oh shit!" he groaned as he started to spurt cum from the end of his
cock.
The first stream flew out and landed on top of my head, a little landing
on the bridge of my nose and forehead. He corrected his aim such that
the next one landed on my tongue and then quickly shifted his cock like a
fireman moving his hose from one burning window to the other. Kristen
was
struck right in the eye and cheek with his first shot on her but the next
one also landed on her tongue. After that he moved and put his dick on
my tongue, the last few shots barely shooting our as his cum pooled on my
tongue.
His cock now spent, Kristen grabbed it and sucked on it, drawing every
drop of cum from him she could. My dad shuddered as his sensitive dick
jerked involuntarily as she sucked him dry.
"Damn, I needed that!" he sighed as he flopped back against the couch,
his dick quickly receding now that it had accomplished its mission.
Kristen turned to me and grinned, I knew what she wanted - my dad's cum
in my mouth. Rather than swallow it, she kissed me with her mouth open
and I pushed as much of it into her mouth as I could with my tongue. She
eagerly licked it up with her tongue and then sat back, grinning with my
dad's cum now dripping down her face. The Kristen wiped away the cum
from her eye so she could open it and then turned to her mother, her
mouth wide open to show her mom what she had inside.
"Well, aren't you gonna share?" Aunt Linda asked pointedly.
My dad and I followed Kristen's every move as she leaned over her
mother's face and let the cum in her mouth drip down to her mom's open
mouth. At first just a little dribbled out but then was followed by a
large lump of cum that made my aunt choke for a moment before she caught
herself. Then she swallowed it down, much to Kristen's chagrin as she
obviously had expected her mom to give it back to her.
"Bunch of slutty cumsluts if I ever saw one," my dad muttered, the grin
on his face betraying his amusement.
I suppose had we been home us three girls might have continued on but we
were in my dad's office and he was done for the time being at least. The
poor guy looked totally exhausted and for good reason! The three of us
started to get dressed while he gathered everything of his together and
headed for his shower. I was still nude as I walked over to him and
hugged him.
"Oh daddy, I so hope you liked your birthday present from all of us!"
With that we did the group hug thing and I can say I haven't seen my dad
looking so happy in a long time. I suppose he figured that was it as the
three of us blew him kisses as we walked out of his office. There were
still a number of people working - a legal office doesn't even THINK
about closing so early, but we managed to slip out without drawing too
much attention to ourselves.
Out in the parking garage I thanked them both for such a wonderful party
for my dad. My aunt hugged me and said, "Now it's up to you to finish
the day off right!"
Kristen grinned and I figured my aunt must have told her my plans for the
rest of the evening. As they left in my aunt's car, I got in my own and
drove slowly home - except "home" in this case was my childhood home, the
place where my dad would soon return for the third, and final, part of
his birthday surprise.
Chapter 7 - My Father, My Lover
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One of the most basic principles I have regarding incest, at least for
me, is that I have sex with my father because as his daughter it is my
responsibility to please him and to satisfy the needs and desires that
building him. I submit myself to my father as his loving daughter, NOT
as a "lover" or an alternative or even substitute for my mother. At the
same time, I do this all out of love and respect, NOT because I feel an
obligation or coerced in any way.
While I hesitate to make the comparison as people might get the wrong
impression, in a way, it is similar in context to how I give myself to
God. As my father, my dad deserves my submission yet at the same time as
his daughter he loves me and respects me as well. OK, I know it's
complicated and difficult to explain, but the point I'm trying to make
here is that I have NEVER confused my relationship with my father - he is
my dad and I am his daughter, a relationship that we can't have with
anyone else.
So why all the fuss over what some people might argue is a question more
of semantics than principle? I guess it's more a concern for me as to
how people perceive what I do with my dad. I want everyone to understand
we are not having some sort of perverted love affair, nor is it anything
I am being coerced to do in any way. What I do with my father is what I
firmly believe EVERY daughter should do - honor him, respect him, and
submit to him. In all families, that may not involve sex but when it
does, then the relationship can be even closer or more intimate - but
still a relationship between a father and daughter.
So back to my dad's birthday...
When I returned to the house it was dark and empty. I figured I had at
least an hour or more before my dad would return him, plenty of time to
get myself cleaned up and ready for him. The first thing I simply HAD to
have was a nice, hot shower. Had I been alone with my dad at his office
I might have shared a shower with him but with the three of us, not to
mention my plans for AFTER our threesome, it was best that waited until I
got back.
Once I was cleaned up, I wrapped a towel around me (I just never feel
comfy walking around nude, even when I'm alone) and unzipped the small
bag that I'd brought with me. There wasn't much in it, just some
toiletries and makeup along with a special negligee that I'd just bought
special for tonight.
It was perfect! I'd looked everywhere for just the right one and believe
it or not, I found the perfect thing at Macy's of all stores. The ones
at Victoria's Secret were really TOO sexy for what I wanted to be
tonight. Sure, I wanted to appear sensual but at the same time I was
looking for a little of that "little girl" look that I knew my father
loved. Finding something between an ultra-sheer teddy and flannels with
feet was more of an obstacle than I'd figured it would be but after
looking for days, I was going through the sales section at Macy's, not
really expecting to find anything, when the perfect negligee appeared.
At the time I was alone so the only person there to give me an opinion on
how it looked was an older sales lady. When I took the hangar with the
negligee to the dressing rooms, she was there checking things in and out.
It must have been a slow night because I didn't see anyone else around
and she looked bored out of her mind. When I showed her the negligee,
she smiled at me, probably thinking it was for a boyfriend or maybe even
a husband, although I didn't have a wedding ring on. Needless to say I
did NOT tell her it was for my dad!
Once in the dressing room, I quickly stripped and put on the negligee.
It was a semi-sheer white lacy thing that barely came down to my ass.
There were a pair of matching panties but I wasn't planning on wearing
them so I left them off. Looking in the mirror, I grinned as I knew my
dad was going to love seeing me in it. It was sheer but not THAT sheer
that it looked like I wasn't wearing anything, just enough to hint very
broadly at what was underneath.
Most negligees are short, apparently designed under the assumption that
you have panties on as well. Well, if there was one thing I KNEW turned
on my dad it was a girl without panties. Actually that worked out
perfectly over the years as my favorite outfit around the house was just
a T-shirt or men's shirt with no bottoms. Talk about killing two birds
with one stone - I got to feel comfy while my dad got his favorite view
of me - bare bottomed. This outfit was longer than usual, enough to
cover my ass when I was standing up but still short enough to reveal that
I was totally naked underneath should I bend over even slightly.
Just as I was about to take it off and get dressed, a naughty idea came
to mind. I grinned as I knew it was something I shouldn't do but I
couldn't help myself - it was simply too delicious of an idea.
"Ma'am, can you help me for a moment?" I called out through a barely open
door. When she arrived, I opened the door all the way and stood there in
front of her.
"Do you think I look hot in this?" I asked innocently, "I'd hate to buy
it and then not look good in it."
One negligee - $99.99. The look on her face - priceless!
Without a word she covered her mouth and quickly turned away, muttering
something to herself about "slut" and "no decency these days". It was
all I could do not to break down laughing as I dressed. Later, as I
checked out, she wouldn't even look me in the eyes as she quickly did her
thing and swiped my credit card. I suppose I should have let it go at
that but you know me, never been one to control myself that well!
"Thanks for your help. I hope my daddy likes it!" I said in a naughty
tone as I turned and walked away. What I would have given for a mirror
or see her face!
Now that I was back in my old bedroom, I pulled out the negligee and held
it up in the soft lamp light. Yep, dad was going to like it, I was sure
of that.
In my dad's bedroom, I set out about a dozen different candles and lit
them, the air quickly filling with their sweet scent. I had my portable
Bose player for my IPod and set it up to play some soft music. Standing
there feeling the soft negligee caressing my nude body, I debated the bed
covers - should I leave them on or pull them down? Had we been in a
hotel the answer was obvious. Have you ever seen those shows that hold
up an ultraviolet light to those covers? Ewwwww!
In the end, I pulled them off so that about half the bed was exposed,
enough for me to lay on my side on the sheets with the bed behind me
covered. Not only did it seem more erotic, but sheets are a lot easier
to clean than comforters!
Now all that was needed was the guest of honor - my dad. My plans were
to finish off the day in a more romantic setting, something less
aggressive than what I'd given to him before. The morning BJ was he was
sleeping was intended to be erotic, to give him something to think about
and fantasize as the day went by. The office threesome was to fulfill a
male fantasy - having multiple girls having sex with him in his office at
work. Rather cliche but still pretty effective I thought. Now that the
day was done and he was home after a long day at work, I wanted the
evening to be more intimate and controlled, something to close out his
birthday with a sweet memory.
As with the threesome, this evening was my aunt's idea. At first I was a
little unsure about it. My initial reaction was it sounded like I was
romancing my husband more than my father but my aunt convinced me that my
dad needed something like this. She confessed that while she and my dad
loved fucking each other, neither of them shared any romantic feelings
for the other.
Since my mother's passing, he had not spent an evening with a woman where
he could be tender and intimate in aromatic sort of way. As my aunt
pointed out, without committing adultery, who else could provide him with
such an evening? She and my dad had too long of a history to even
pretend. My cousin Kristen was too much a whore, even if not
professionally anymore, for my dad to feel that way with her. My cousin
Tammy was definitely not the one, not at her age at least. So who did
that leave but me as his daughter?
I remember discussing this with my aunt and telling her how guilty I felt
that I hadn't given my dad my virginity. I even told her how I'd
arranged for him to fuck my cousin Tammy, taking her virginity in the
process. when she was just fourteen as a way to compensate in a small
way for not letting him fuck me at that age. That surprised her a little
as she had not realized that was the reason, I guess she figured it was
just something that happened when an opportunity arose.
Then for the first time, I confessed to my Aunt Linda my concerns about
being my dad's "lover", how I always resisted being anything other than
his daughter, even when it came to role playing. Surprisingly, she
didn't seem to be surprised and I wondered for the umpteenth time just
how much my mom and dad had shared with her. She assured me that if
anything, doing this for my dad would be exactly what I always tried to
do - to please him and to give him what he wanted, and needed.
In the end I agreed to do what she suggested but now as I laid on the
fresh bed sheets I'd just put on I was having second thoughts.
Everything was perfect - maybe TOO perfect. Was I really ready for this?
Was he? Could I keep it under control before things went too far? Just
what did that mean anyway - "too far"? Did it matter what happened so
long as it was honest and from our hearts?
I was rather surprised when just a few minutes after I'd finished
preparing I heard the garage door opener and I knew my dad was home. He
was a lot earlier than I'd expected and I wondered if maybe he was so
exhausted after our little party that he had left home with the idea that
he would maybe have a drink or two and then go to bed.
This was something I hadn't considered - my dad being so tired when he
came home. I just assumed he would see me on the bed and be ready and
raring to go. My heart started to pound as I panicked, wondering if
maybe he would be too tired to do anything with me. No doubt no matter
how tired he was he wouldn't SAY anything but it wasn't what he said that
I was worried about - it was how her performed that did. Men can lie all
day but their dicks NEVER do.
I had parked my car away from the house so there shouldn't have been any
clue that I was there waiting for him. If anything, I was also concerned
that he might not come right upstairs but maybe fix himself a drink and
watch some TV first. The fact my Aunt Linda wasn't there probably didn't
surprise him as she was often out at all hours showing homes, based on
when her clients were available.
Footsteps on the squeaky stairs - he was coming up! My heart was
pounding now with anticipation. I tossed my hair back and tried to look
as sensuous as possible as I laid there on my side with my ankle crossed.
The negligee was pulled down as far as I could and from the front I was
sure it covered everything but I couldn't vouch for any other angle. I
took a deep breath and let it exhale slowly as I heard him approach the
top of the stairs.
"Kelly?" he burst out as he turned into the bedroom.
Of course he recognized me but I think the surprise just caused him to
blurt out the first thing that came to his mind.
"Hi daddy, happy birthday... again," I purred softly.
"Wow, what's all this?" he asked as he looked around the room, eying the
candle and hearing the soft music.
"I want to make you happy daddy," I answered softly, "I want to please
you any way I can. I want you to take me daddy... any way you want me.
Let me be the daughter you always dreamed about."
He looked at me with the most loving expression as he started to realize
the significance of what I was saying.
"Oh god Kelly, you already ARE the daughter any father could ever want."
My heart fluttered as I took a breath and said something I'd never said
to ANYONE ever before.
"Daddy, will you make love to me?"
My dad's eyes opened wide. If anyone knew how much those words meant to
me, he did. We had often discussed what it meant to me to have sex with
different men in different situations, including himself. NEVER had I
EVER asked him to make love to me, instead I ALWAYS asked him to fuck me.
To some people, that is just a minor issue of semantics. To me, it is a
HUGE difference, something I never expected to utter until my wedding
night.
"Are you sure baby?"
"Yes daddy, I'm sure. Don't you want to make love to me?"
For the first time since my mother had died, my died cried. It wasn't a
flood of tears and anguish like back then, but a tear did form and I knew
this time it wasn't out of sadness but from joy. Seeing the emotions
that were rising in him, I also started to feel different, as I never
really thought he felt this way about me. I guess it is like when I was
fourteen and I didn't know he wanted to fuck me but in reality it was the
one thing he wanted most. Now, eight years later, I realized my father
wanted more than that, he wanted to make love to me.
What can I say about the next few hours that wouldn't spoil it? We
didn't do anything kinky - no anal or anything "new" for that matter.
What we DID do was spend an evening loving one another. We kissed,
touched, fondled licked, sucked and made love. Even though physically it
wasn't anything we hadn't done a hundred time before, it was like it was
all for the first time.
Yes, sex is 80% emotional except this night it was more like 95%. The
physical part was simply the glue that held it all together. When my dad
finally came inside of me, he was on top of me, just the way I love him
to be when he cums in me. It wasn't a wild ride of hard thrusts and
grunts but more like a gentle movement of his cock within me, like his
dick was trying to caress me. As he came, he held himself firmly in me,
pressing himself into me as my hips rose to meet his, my legs wrapped
around him as I tried to draw my father as deep into my pussy as
possible. The faint blooms of heat that rose in me and quickly faded
would have told me he was giving me his cum even if he hadn't moaned with
joy and ecstasy.
Perhaps the best part was AFTER he came in me. For what seemed like
forever he stayed in me, pressing his crotch tight against mine to keep
himself in me as his erection dwindled. We kissed and told each other
how much we loved each other. For the first time in my life I felt
something different being mated by my dad. What it was I can't even
begin to describe but it was a feeling deep inside of me that I'd never
felt before, not with anyone who had ever had sex with me. Perhaps it
was because no man had ever made love to me before.
Eventually he couldn't hold himself off of me anymore and he had to roll
over and off of me. I turned on my side and draped a leg and arm over
him, my head against his hairy chest as my boobs pressed tightly up
against his warm body.
Yes, I made love for the first time in my life and yes, it was with my
dad.
I feel it was appropriate that it was my father with whom I first made
love, just as it SHOULD have been him that took my virginity. In a way,
it's a good analogy as just as you only can give your virginity once,
perhaps this would be the only time I make love with my father. It was a
special time for me, one I will never forget, but there is still nothing
wrong with "fucking" my dad.
I don't regret for a comment what we did that night. Still, it was
something that I think we will always hold special more so than a shift
in our relationship. Perhaps there will come a time when he "needs" a
lover again.
Until then, I will always love my dad in a special way - but as my
father, not my lover.
THE END
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