Subject:     If Daddy Had Been My First
Story Codes: Mf mast inc father daughter
Date:        April 26, 2012
Author:      Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>

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Summary:

Who hasn't dreamed of going back in time so you could something differently?  
The ultimate “do-over”.  I can’t say there is anything that I have done in my 
pasty that I would go back and change.  However, there ARE things I’ve NOT 
done that I would go back and do.

The one thing that I regret not doing the most in my past was giving my 
virginity to my father.  It wasn't a deliberate decision on my part when I 
gave it to my boyfriend.  It was just that I had no idea at that age that my 
father was even remotely interested in such a thing so the thought never 
crossed my mind.  People always tell me that I shouldn’t fret over it as it 
wasn't my fault but even so, I don't think I'll ever fully purge the guilt.  
Maybe the only thing good about it was that it turned out that the boy I gave 
it to ultimately became my husband.

But what if I HAD given my virginity to my dad?  What if I had written a 
diary entry afterwards?  Maybe it might have gone like this...

Table of Contents:  
   Chapter 1 - Fourteen and Horny
   Chapter 2 - Imagination Becomes Reality
   Chapter 3 - My First Blowjob
   Chapter 4 - My Dad Takes My Virginity


Chapter 1 - Fourteen and Horny
==============================

I was only a couple of months past my fourteenth birthday and unlike most of 
my friends, I couldn't wait for summer vacation to end.  No more grade school 
for me.  Nope, now I would be going a high school freshman, flirting with the 
older boys every day.  My friends joked that freshman girls were "fresh meat 
girls" to the upperclassmen but rather than be concerned about it, the 
thought excited me.  

So far I'd petted and kissed a bit but the closest I'd come to actual sex was 
rubbing a boy's hard dick through his pants.  Lately when I masturbated my 
thoughts seemed to center more and more around losing my virginity.  The 
question was, who would take it?

It's not like I was worried about finding a guy willing to do the job.  
Although I wasn’t nearly as curvy and busty as many of the girls my age, I 
doubted there was one who was hornier than me!  It seemed all I did in my 
spare time was masturbate and when I was at the pool my eyes always drifted 
to the same place – some boy's wet crotch.  

It wasn't like I'd never seen a dick before.  In our family nudity wasn't 
something we flaunted but at the same time we didn't exactly worry about it 
either.  Don't get me wrong, neither my parents or I would just hang around 
nude or claim to be nudists.  It was just that when it was appropriate to be 
naked, say in the hot tub, asleep in bed, or just walking between the 
bathroom and our bedrooms, we didn't go out of our way to hide anything.  
Personally, I think the only reason people get all worked up over seeing 
someone nude is because it is supposedly "taboo".  Take away the taboo and 
it's not such a big deal anymore.

Like nudity, masturbation was also something I was quite comfortable with.  I 
started touching myself (at least for sexual purposes) when I was eleven and 
once I got started there was no looking back!  It wasn't long before my mom 
was lecturing me about touching myself in public as I always seemed to have 
that "itch" between my legs and at that age I didn't understand why I could 
take care of it at home but not at church or school.  

My parents also masturbated openly, especially my dad.  My parents raised me 
to believe that masturbation is a normal body function, no different than 
scratching an itch.  Thus if my dad was doing it when I was around, my 
reaction was to recognize that he was just horny and taking care of himself, 
not that he was having any sexual fantasies about me.  After all, I was his 
daughter, wasn't I?  So why would he ever think THAT?

By this time there were a number of boys I had my eye on as having potential 
for being my "first".  All of them were older than me as it seemed the boys 
my age were too immature.  If the guy wasn't a virgin, that was fine with me 
and if anything, a plus as I wanted someone who knew what they were doing.  
Several of my friends had already done it and none of them seemed to enjoy 
their first time, mostly because it seemed the boy they were with didn't know 
what to do either.  That's not to say they didn't enjoy it later, of course.

The middle of summer was the perfect time to "troll" for boys.  Whether it 
was at the community pool wearing my favorite bikini or just running around 
the neighborhood on my bike in nothing but a pair of ripped cutoffs and a 
tube top, I’d learned early how easy it was to get a guy's attention.  Not 
that I was exactly the hottest girl so far as my appearance, but what I 
lacked in my bust I think I more than made up for with my attitude.  If any 
guy didn't think I was looking for it, he would've had to been blind!  It 
wasn't just the boys either.  More than a few dad's working in the yard 
turned their heads when I went by!

One evening I was relaxing in the hot tub with my parents.  We were all nude, 
but that was normal.  In fact, other than when other people were with us I 
can’t remember ever wearing a swim suit in our hot tub.  One thing I noticed 
the past couple of years was how incredible the jets felt when they were 
directed in just the right places.  Yep, they beat the our shower massager 
hands down!

My parents were talking about something to do with my dad's work which left 
me bored to tears so I turned on my side and leaned back.  My favorite spot 
in the tub was on the side where I was laying.  The fiberglass was molded 
like a couch such that you could lay back with your head against a rubber 
cushion and the jets would hit me from three sides.  There was one particular 
jet in the corner that I’d positioned such that it directed the water stream 
straight at me such that if I spread my legs apart just right it hit my 
crotch dead-on.  It was that particular jet that I was focusing on at this 
moment as I closed my eyes and felt myself be almost weightless in the hot 
water as the water pulsed against my horny pussy.

It didn't take long before everything else around me faded away as I 
fantasized that the water against my pussy was actually the tongue of my 
friend's brother.  He was a couple of years older than me and had a great 
looking body – not to mention a nice looking bulge in his tight swimsuit, a 
bulge that seemed to get bigger the longer we were around him.  Soon my 
fingers reached down to provide assistance to the jet and I gasped when my 
fingertip touched my sensitive clit.

Time seemed to stand still.  Even the roar of the hot tub couldn't distract 
me as my mind retreated to wherever it went while I was fantasizing about 
being fucked.  My every thought, every feeling was focused on my pussy as I 
rubbed myself faster and faster.  God I wanted to be fucked SO bad!  I wanted 
to suck a guy's dick and feel it growing in my mouth.  I wanted to taste a 
hard cock and run my tongue up and down its stiff shaft.  

More than anything else in the world I wanted to cry out for my mystery man 
to fuck me and then be rewarded by the push of his dick as it violated my 
tight virgin pussy for the first time.  I wanted to feel his wonderful dick 
inside of me, feel it stroke in and out of my wet pussy, going faster and 
faster as he neared his climax.  Then I wanted him to cum inside of me, to 
shoot his sperm in me and leave it deep up inside my pussy.  In simple words, 
I wanted to be fucked!

Someday... someday my dreams and fantasies would come true and my virgin 
pussy would welcome its first pussy.  For now all I could do was dream about 
it as I masturbated.

As I neared my own orgasm, the feelings between my legs intensified.  It was 
as if his imaginary hand was actually touching me, as if I was really being 
fondled and groped by my fantasy lover.  Then it was like his finger pushed 
its way inside of me and it was at that moment that I came.  I gasped and 
moaned as my orgasm swept through me, my pussy feeling hotter than the heated 
tub water.  I cried out softly with pleasure as his finger stroked in and out 
of me like a small dick, keeping me going, making me cum harder and harder.

"Oh god that feels so good," I moaned, forgetting that my parents were next 
to me.  

Well, maybe not forgetting so much as not caring.  It wasn't the first time 
they’d seen me do something this and no doubt it wouldn't be the last.  So 
long as I didn’t get TOO carried away and disturb whatever they were doing 
they usually just ignored me.


Chapter 2 - Imagination Becomes Reality
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"Glad I could help baby," a deep voice responded, except it was real and not 
part of my dream anymore.

As I opened my eyes I suddenly realized that not only was the voice real, but 
so was the finger up my pussy!  There just above me the smiling face of my 
dad!

"I take it that you're feeling good?" he asked with a grin on his face.

As much as my initial reaction was to cry out how good it felt and beg him 
not to stop, it was all too surreal for me at that moment to do such a thing.

"Daddy!" I gasped, "What are you doing?  ...stop it!"

"Awwwwww, do you really want me to stop?" he responded softly, a sexy 
gentleness to his voice I'd never heard before.  His finger wiggled in me and 
I couldn't help but moan.  “Something tells me you don’t”

Well duh!  Of course I didn't want him to stop.  What he was doing was making 
me feel incredible!  On the other hand, he was my DAD for goodness sakes!  
Why was he touching ME?  I looked for my mom for support and answers but she 
had apparently gone back into the house leaving the two of us alone.  Had she 
left so that my dad could do this, or was he doing it because she had left?  
Did it matter?

"Oh daddy, I love you," was all I could think to say right then.

OK, so it was lame and a stall at best.  What I really wanted to say was I 
wanted him to fuck me.  I was so horny and my pussy was screaming for 
something to fill it up.  It didn't matter at that moment that he was my dad.  
In fact, it really didn't matter right then WHO he was.  The only that that 
mattered was that his dick was hard – I could feel it against my side, and I 
knew where I wanted it – in my pussy.

Easy to dream about but how do you tell your own father that you want him to 
fuck you?  Even if I did, how could he ever want me in that way?  What would 
he think of me if he knew what I desired the most right then?  Yeah, he was 
fingering me alright, but that was a LONG ways from fucking me, just ask any 
boy trying to get a piece when he's out with his date.

"I love you too baby," he said softly.

Then he did something he'd never done before, not even in jest.  He bent down 
and kissed me.  I don't mean some peck on the cheek like the typical father-
daughter thing you might see at church or school.  No, this was more like 
what I see him do with my mom – a full mouth kiss with his tongue pressing 
against my lips, trying to ease its way into my mouth.  

I was so surprised I just let my natural instincts take over and I opened my 
mouth and let his tongue explore inside.  My arms reached up and wrapped 
around his neck, holding onto him as I shared my first "real" kiss with my 
father.

"There now... that wasn't so hard, was it?" he murmured as our lips finally 
parted.

My eyes must have been widened like a deer in the headlights as I was still 
too shocked to respond.  Meanwhile, I noticed that his finger had never left 
my pussy.

It was like I was in some dream state.  Everything was happening but it was 
like I was out of my body and watching it rather than experiencing it for 
myself.  I laid limp in his arms as he withdrew his finger and reached under 
me to pick me up and carry me out of the tub.  Someone, my mother most 
likely, had laid out the chair cushions on the deck and covered them with a 
couple of beach towels, making it into sort of a bed on our deck.  Thank 
goodness the deck was high atop our garage and built on a hill such that none 
of the neighbors had a view of what was happening – or what I thought was 
about to happen.

My dad gently laid me down on my back and then he laid to my right side, 
draping his bare leg over me such that his crotch was tight up against me and 
I could feel his erect dick pressing against my wet thigh.  Holding himself 
up on his left elbow, he reached across and palmed my left boob with his 
hand, cupping it and gently massaging it as he leaned down and started to 
kiss me once more.  

I could feel my father’s wet nude body against mine, feeling a man's lustful 
erection pressed up against me for the first time in my life.  Sure I’d felt 
him against me before when I would sometimes sleep with my parents and often 
he would have an erection but this was different... a LOT different.  Back 
then it was just something that happened.  Sure he might get hard when I was 
in bed but I figured most men did when they were laying between two naked 
women and he had no control over those reactions.  But now... now he was hard 
because he WANTED me... my own father was horny for ME!

Not sure what was going to happen next, I just laid there on the soft 
cushions as my father kissed me and let his hand wander over my bare torso 
and down between my freshly shaven legs once again.  As I felt his hand 
approach my fuzzy crotch, I spread my legs apart for him so he could reach my 
pussy more easily.

"Mmmmmmm, that's my girl," he murmured as our mouths parted barely enough for 
him to speak, "You want it, don't you."

"Yes daddy," I whispered back huskily, barely able to get the words out as it 
was.  I wasn't quite sure I knew what "it" was, but whatever it was, I knew I 
wouldn't say no.

Once again I felt his hand move between my legs, his finger exploring me and 
parting my wet pussy lips to find my pussy hole.  He toyed with me, barely 
pushing his fingertip into me and then pulling it back out until he finally 
made his way back up to my hiding clit.  My back arched involuntarily and I 
couldn't help but gasp as his finger found my sweet spot.

As my dad fingered me I felt him move about until he positioned his dick over 
my hand which was laying to my side.  It was obvious what he wanted and I 
closed my grip around him, feeling his warm throbbing shaft against my palm.  
God, it was the first dick I'd ever touched and it felt wonderful.  I just 
held him in my hand, gripping it and not knowing exactly what I should be 
doing with it right about now.  It was one thing to watch a porn movie where 
everything went like clockwork and quite another to be doing it all by 
yourself.

"Mmmmmmm, I like it when you hold me," my dad said softly to me with a smile.  
"Have you touched a man there before?"

Of course he knew full well I hadn't.  I told my parents everything, and I 
mean everything, at least when it came to my sexual and social life.  My 
first kiss, first grope, etc. – they knew whatever I did when I was out on a 
date.  He knew I'd touched a guy's cock a couple of times through their jeans 
but never the actual bare dick itself.  Who would have ever guessed the first 
one would be my dad's?

As I laid on my back it was more like a dream than reality.  I kept my eyes 
closed as I tried to concentrate on my dad's hand as he roamed all over my 
body.  First he lightly touched my legs, running up and down them, sometimes 
on the outside but mostly along the inside where it tickled a little but at 
the same time made my pussy tremble.  

Then he worked his way up my stomach, using just one finger to trace little 
circles around my belly button and then his whole hand laid flat on me and 
rubbed me all over.  Finally he moved to my chest where my small boobs 
tingled from his touch.  Again, he wasn't rough, but so incredibly gentle and 
light in his touch.  My boobs may have barely qualified as an A cup, but they 
were quite sensitive and my nipples responded to the soft touch of his 
fingers as he grabbed them and lightly pulled on them and then let them snap 
back.

The entire time he explored my body he was kissing me on the mouth and then 
around my face and neck, even my ears and ear lobes.  I felt his tongue run 
up the side of my neck just as he gently squeezed one of my boobs and I 
sighed softly from the wonderful sensations it created all through me.

"Oh daddy, I love you to touch me like this," I whispered to him.

This went on for what seemed like hours but was probably only twenty or 
thirty minutes.  Actually, I didn't WANT him to stop.  Nobody had ever 
touched me this way before in my life.  The boys who tried to grope me at 
school or in their cars were always in such a rush, grabbing at me and trying 
to take my clothes off.  It was always about what THEY wanted, about what 
they wanted me to do to them.  My daddy was just the opposite.  He was 
treating me like the little princess he liked to call me when I was younger.  
He was treating me just the way a father SHOULD treat his daughter.

Deep down I knew it couldn't go on forever.  Where was my mom anyway?  She 
must know what we were doing since I assumed she had to have been the one to 
arrange the deck in preparation for us.  It was wonderful what my dad was 
doing to me but he was still my DAD and other than touch me like this, what 
more could he really do?

I was about to find out.


Chapter 3 - My First Blowjob 
============================

"I love you Kelly," my horny father whispered for maybe the hundredth time by 
now.

"I love you too daddy," I replied, again for the hundredth time but who was 
counting?

"Show me how much you love me," he said suddenly, changing the conversation 
completely.

Hearing this but not quite believing I had, I opened my eyes wide and stared 
at him.  He was breathing hard and his eyes had a look in them I'd never seen 
before.  It was almost scary the way he seemed to stare into my very soul, 
almost like the way a cat stares at its prey before it ounces and takes it 
for its own.  This wasn’t just a father looking at his fourteen year-old 
daughter, this was a man lusting for a young girl.

Suddenly I felt my dad thrust his hips into me, driving his erect cock harder 
into my smooth leg, rubbing it along me as he pushed himself against me.  I 
knew what he wanted.  I knew EXACTLY what he wanted.  Oh my god, my own 
father wanted to have sex with me!  My dad wanted to take my virginity.

My mind raced and it was like a million thoughts suddenly flashed back and 
forth.  Was I reading him right or was it just wishful thinking.  Well, how 
could it be wishful thinking when I’d never even fantasized about having sex 
with my dad, let alone wish for it?  

Images came to my mind, thoughts and memories that suddenly began to make 
sense when I put them all together.  It was like all the puzzle pieces 
suddenly fell into place as I recalled how he would masturbate after I 
started doing myself while we were watching a movie that turned me on.  I 
remembered how he would always need something in the bathroom when I was in 
there naked, doing my makeup or hair.  He would have to squeeze by me and I 
remember the light touch of his dick on my ass as he slipped by to get to the 
closet for something that just couldn't wait.  So many of these memories came 
to mind that I was startled more at my own inability to have seen the obvious 
than anything else.  Wais I just being naïve?

"Show me how much you love me." 

Those were his exact words.  God, what did he want me to do?  I didn't know 
HOW to show him.  How does a daughter please her own father, at least 
sexually?  This wasn't like any of the incest porn movies he liked to watch; 
this was something entirely different and unique.

"Help me daddy," I finally pleaded softly, "Tell me what to do to make you 
happy."

My dad smiled at me.  It wasn't just that warm smile he would get when I did 
something good at school or gave him a gift for Father's Day.  There was more 
to it this time, something I couldn't quite put my finger on but it was 
definitely there.  He quickly got up on his knees and took my hand, placing 
it on his erect cock.

"Suck it," he said, softly but firmly, leaving no doubt that he expected me 
to do exactly what he wanted.

I'd seen plenty of girls give a BJ on his porn movies and magazines but just 
watching someone play tennis on TV doesn't make you a tennis pro and in the 
same manner, watching a BJ doesn't qualify you to give one.  I felt 
incredibly nervous as I got on my hands and knees in front of him, 
positioning myself so his dick was just a couple of inches away from my face.

"That's it, suck my dick," he said again, taking my head in his hands and 
gently pulling me into his crotch.  

I felt the head of his cock press against my lips and instinctively I opened 
them slightly and the tip of his cock pressed between them.  My tongue 
reached out and I touched it to the tip of his dick, feeling the slit in the 
top of it and then around the smooth cock head and finally along the 
underside of the ridge that surrounded his dick head.  Suddenly it hit me 
that I was licking my first dick and it wasn't just any ol' dick, it was my 
DAD'S!

"That's it, lick it all over and suck on it," he instructed me.

He crotch still smelled of the chemicals in the hot tub and his cock had a 
slightly funny taste from it as well, but still I marveled at the firmness 
and smooth texture of his dick.  I had no real idea of how a dick SHOULD 
taste or feel like but somehow I'd expected something different I guess, 
although I doubt I could have explained myself.  I took the entire cock head 
in my mouth and sucked on it.  As I did, I could feel him pull my head in 
tighter to his crotch and I relaxed my neck to allow him to push my head 
farther down on his dick.

My dad kept pushing his dick into my mouth until I felt it hit the back of my 
throat.  I tried to stop but he pushed my head onto his dick even harder and 
I felt it try to go down my throat.  Instantly I gagged and fortunately he 
let me pull my head off his dick.  I coughed and choked and felt totally 
embarrassed.

"I'm sorry baby, you did great for your first time," he said, trying to make 
me feel better.  

It was at that point I vowed someday I would take ALL of his dick in my 
mouth, even if it had to go down my throat.  It wouldn't be tonight but 
someday I would do it!

"Do it more," he encouraged me, "Suck my dick Kelly."

Actually, he needn't have bothered since I was determined to get back on that 
horse (or should I say, dick) again.  If my daddy wanted me to suck his dick, 
then I was going to do it the best I could for him.  He didn't try pushing 
his cock so deep into my mouth and I found that going down about half way on 
it to be the best for me.  I really had no idea what to do.  I must have seen 
a zillion BJs with my dad when he would watch his porn but I totally blanked 
out every one of them and couldn't remember what any of those girls had done 
to their guy while they sucked them.  It didn't seem to bother my dad, 
though.

"Oh god Kelly, that feels so good, "he moaned, "You have no idea how long 
I've been waiting for you to do this."

Actually, I knew EXACTLY how long he had been waiting.  It was like the light 
bulb went off over my head and suddenly everything started to make sense.  
Eight years earlier, in almost this exact same spot, I had played with my 
dad's dick using only my hands until he came.  At the time I had no idea what 
I was doing and absolutely NO sexual awareness.  My mom just wanted me to 
understand why he masturbated since earlier in the day I had seen him jerking 
off for the first time.  While I was stroking his dick, he had started to ask 
me to do something else but my mom stopped him.  For the first time in the 
eight years since, I KNEW what he wanted me to do.  FINALLY I was fulfilling 
his wishes.

My dad's dick felt so good in my mouth!  No wonder so many girls liked doing 
this!  


Chapter 4 - My Dad Takes My Virginity
=====================================

Suddenly he pushed my head back off his dick and I looked up at him and our 
eyes met.  That same strange look was there, only more intense if anything.  
It was like he was looking at me in a while new way, seeing me as he had 
never seen me before.  Then he put his hands on his shoulders and pushed me 
back onto my back.

"What do you want me to do daddy?" I started to ask him.  I felt confused and 
uncertain.  Didn't he like the blowjob I was giving him?  Was there something 
I hadn't done right?  It certainly wasn't like I had any experience to fall 
back on.

"It's OK baby, don't worry," he assured me, "Here... turn more on your side."

I let him position me the way he wanted as he laid down behind me and pushed 
himself in tight against me.  I could feel his erect dick poking me like a 
stick against my bare butt, rubbing up and down my ass as he wrapped his 
strong arms around me and cupped my tiny breasts.  Then he reached down and 
lifted my leg up and back as he pushed his own leg in between mine.  Without 
a word between us, I felt his dick suddenly pressing against my crotch.  I 
looked down and my heart skipped a beat when I saw the head of my dad's dick 
rubbing up and down the outside of my pussy.

"God, your body feels so soft and smooth," he whispered in my ear, kissing my 
neck and licking me with his tongue, "You’re such a beautiful, sexy little 
girl."

When you're just fourteen and your body is making that transition from being 
a little girl to a young teenager, your self-confidence is always an issue.  
I look in my bedroom mirror and see a skinny girl with hardly any boobs and 
just a light covering of fuzz over her pussy while inside I feel these 
incredible needs and desires.  When I look at myself I wonder who could 
possibly see me this way and want to give me what I wanted so desperately to 
have?  I felt trapped, like I was this ultra-horny sexy woman locked inside 
the body of a flat-chested girl that gave no hint to the emotions and 
feelings within her.

The reason I say all that is to try and help people understand why I felt so 
special and wonderful at this moment.  If there was one man I respected and 
loved more than anyone in the world, it was my dad.  I don't mean like I 
wanted him as a boyfriend or anything weird like that.  I just feel like he 
is the most wonderful man in the entire world and I would do anything to 
please him and make him happy.  For this man to tell me I was sexy, to lust 
for me and want me to suck his cock, well that was about the biggest moment 
in my life!

"Oh daddy, I love you," was all I managed to say.  

What I REALLY wanted to tell him was how good he was making me feel at this 
moment.  How secure I felt in his arms.  How sexy I felt laying there with 
the taste of his dick fresh in my mouth.  How sensual it was to feel his 
stiff dick pressing against my hungry pussy, as if he wanted to actually fuck 
me.  I could have stayed like this forever!

As my dad rubbed his dick up and down my pussy I could feel it tingle inside.  
I wanted to reach down and rub myself but his hand went there first.  OMG, to 
feel him touching my clit while his cock pressed up against my pussy hole!  
What more could I ask for?

My dad was grinding his crotch into my little butt as he worked his dick 
around my pussy.  Then he poked his finger into my pussy hole, using my 
wetness to make my entire pussy slippery and easier for him to rub it.  Even 
his dick was getting covered with my pussy juices, letting it start to slip 
between my pussy lips more rather than just over the outside. His fingers 
spread me apart, making it easier for his dick to slide up and down my slit 
until he started to press his dick up against my wet pussy hole and I felt 
the pressure increase as he pushed a little harder.

"Daddy?" I questioned him.  

What was he trying to do?  It was like he was trying to push his dick INSIDE 
of me.  OMG, did my dad really want to FUCK me?  I knew he liked touching me 
and playing with me, but FUCK me?  My own father?

"It's OK baby, just let me do everything," he murmured gently to me, "I've 
wanted to do this for a long time now."

"Daddy?  Are you trying to fuck me?" I asked incredulously.  

Sure they did this in his porn movies but those were just actors.  I'd never 
heard of a REAL father fucking his daughter before.  OK, maybe in the papers 
and news but those were always bad.  Could a father REALLY fuck his own 
daughter this way?

"Yes baby, daddy want to fuck his little girl... I want to do it SO god damn 
bad," he said a little more forcefully this time/

To be sure, it wasn't that I didn't want him to fuck me.  Quite the contrary.  
I was just shocked and overwhelmed that HE actually wanted to do me.  I had 
been wanting so badly to do it and here along my own father had been wanting 
to do me and I never knew it!  Talk about ironic.

"Oh daddy," I moaned as his cock pressed even harder against my tight pussy 
hole, "I want it too... I want you to fuck me daddy."

Little did I know at the time but I had spoken those magic words that every 
man wants to hear, "I want you to fuck me."  It was like it set something off 
in him and no sooner did the words leave my mouth than he thrust even harder 
and this time I felt my pussy open up and his cock head forced its way inside 
of me.  God, it like I was being split apart!

"It hurts daddy," I said in more of a whimper than a moan.

"It will be OK, Kelly," he assured me in his deep voice, "It will hurt a 
little at first but don't worry, I promise it will feel better soon."

My dad's dick wasn't exactly the biggest in the world, about average I would 
say based on the movies and magazines he kept around.  Even so, it was like 
this monstrous pole was being shoved up my crotch, stretching my pussy apart 
relentlessly as he kept pushing his dick into me further.  His arms squeezed 
me tight into his chest and one arm held my leg up even higher to make it 
easier for him to enter me.

"OK, baby, just a little more," he warned me as suddenly he thrust himself 
into me with such force he drove his dick entirely into me until the base of 
it hit my crotch.

I cried out in pain as he took my virginity, like a knife had suddenly 
stabbed me inside with the sharpest pain I had ever felt.  God it hurt!

"That's my girl, you're mine now," he said soothingly to me, leaving his cock 
still inside of me.

I looked down and saw the strangest sight I had ever seen – my dad's cock was 
nowhere to be seen..  All I could see was the base of his dick pressed up 
against me with his thick pubic hair squeezed in between us.  The pain was 
going away quickly as inside of me I could feel his throbbing dick as it 
filled my little pussy.  OMG, I wasn't a virgin anymore – and my own father 
was the one to take it from me.

As the pain dissipated, my body relaxed and my dad must have felt it as he 
started to move his dick inside of me.  It wasn't like he was stroking it so 
much as rotating his hips such that his dick moved around like it was 
stirring my pussy.  

At first the pain started to intensify again but then as he kept moving 
slowly inside of me I started to feel a sense of pleasure that I had never 
experienced before.  It wasn't the intense shots of pleasure that I got when 
I played with my clit.  This was different, more intimate, more fulfilling.  
My father was literally mating with me, joined together with me as much as 
any two people can ever be.  My god, a part of him was actually INSIDE of me 
right now.

"Feeling better?" he asked gently as his movements changed to where he 
started to pull his dick out of me slightly and then pushed it back all the 
way in again.

"Oh daddy; it feel so much better now.," I moaned, "I love what you're doing 
now."

Indeed I did.  It was like with each stroke the pleasure replaced the pain a 
little more.  Each time he would pull out just a little bit further before 
thrusting himself back into me again.  He was doing it so slowly, so 
deliberately, like he was trying to make it last as long as possible for both 
if us.  Finally it got to where his cock head was all that stayed in me when 
he pulled out and then I felt the entire length of his dick push into me inch 
by inch until once again I had my dad's dick buried in my pussy.

"Fuck me daddy," I begged him, "Keep fucking me."

"Yes baby, I want to fuck you too."

"It feels so good now... so much better."

"God you're so tight... I can't believe how tight your perfect pussy is."

Then he dropped my leg and pulled himself out of me.  The feeling when his 
cock left my pussy was indescribable.  It was like something was missing, 
like a part of me had been taken away.  His cock belonged in my pussy, I 
WANTED it back in my pussy.

"Daddy, why did you stop?" I whined.

I soon found out as he rolled me on my back and spread my thin legs apart 
before moving in between them and over me.  He was so much bigger than me it 
was like I was about to be suffocated but he held himself up and off of me.  
I felt his hand reach down and guide his dick back to my pussy.  Without a 
word he pressed himself into me.  I was still so tight he had to press really 
hard but this time when his cock finally moved into me, the pain wasn't 
nearly as intense as it had been the first time.  All that mattered to me was 
that he was back inside of me again.

"Oh daddy, I want you back in me."

I lifted my legs up and tried to wrap them around him as best I could.  He 
started to fuck me harder and faster, thrusting himself in and out of me like 
a piston.

"Oh god Kelly, I'm gonna cum!"

When he first said it I assumed he meant to warn me that he would be pulling 
out of me soon, after all, I wasn't on the pill or anything and he wasn't 
wearing a condom.  As much as I loved my father and I LOVED him fucking me, I 
wasn't interested in bearing his child.  Whether or not he felt the same way, 
at this moment I don't think it mattered.  My dad was fucking me and nothing 
was going to stop him at this point from doing whatever he wanted, certainly 
not me.

"Oh fuck, here it cums baby," my dad moaned as he drove his dick into me as 
deep as he could.

I felt my father's hips jerk as he pushed himself just a little bit deeper 
and then I felt it.  I always wondered what it would feel like to have a man 
cum inside my pussy.  Would I feel it at all for that matter?  

Now I finally knew.  It wasn't anything spectacular, just this feeling of 
warmth deep in my gut that soon disappeared, only to be followed by another 
and then another.  My mind was overwhelmed at the thought of what each of 
those feelings represented.  Wow, my father was filling his own daughter's 
pussy with his sperm!  What single act could possibly ever demonstrate his 
love for me than what he was doing at this instant?  How much more could a 
father do for his daughter than to give her his seed?

When he had finished, my dad just held himself inside of me, his cock still 
buried all the way inside of me as he reached down and kissed me.  Our 
tongues met and for a few moments I had two parts of my dad inside of me – 
his dick in my pussy and his tongue in my mouth.  I have to say, I loved the 
feeling of his dick in me the most.  As our lips parted I felt him start to 
pull out of me but I tried to pull him back with my legs.

"Stay in me longer daddy," I begged him, “I don't want you to leave me yet."

"If that's what you want baby," he said with a smile as he pressed himself 
back in all the way once again.  

His dick was softening and didn't fill me nearly as much as it did before he 
had com but there something reassuring about having it in me.

"You know, you can have it any time you want," he assured me.

"I love you daddy."

"And I love you too Kelly."

"What will mom say about this?  Are you going to tell her?"

My dad grinned and I saw his look up to the second floor above us.  I 
followed his eyes and there in my bedroom window I could make out my mom 
looking down at us, smiling.

"I think she already knows baby."

THE END 
