Subject:     My First Time With My Dad
Story Codes: Mf f-solo inc father daughter exhib first
Diary Date:  May 11, 2001
Author:      Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>

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Summary:

Everyone asks me if this really happened. Well, it did and yes, we have 
continued to be together ever since.  I highly recommend reading “My Thoughts 
About Incest” before you read this.  One last thing... people ask me what my 
favorite story is.  Well, this may not be the best written one, the most 
erotic one, or the hottest one; but it definitely means more to me than 
anything else I’ve ever written.

If I had to pick one event or day in my life that has impacted me more than 
any other, the choice would be easy – the day my dad and I had sex together 
for the first time.  The change it made in my life then, and my life since 
then, cannot be overstated.

Table of Contents:  
   Chapter 1 – My Life Before Incest  
   Chapter 2 – An Attitude Adjustment  
   Chapter 3 – Debating Incest  
   Chapter 4 – “Seducing” My Dad  
   Chapter 5 – First Time Sex With My Dad


Chapter 1 – My Life Before Incest
=================================

My parents have always kept themselves in pretty good shape and my mom still 
looks fantastic in her bikini while my dad still wears almost the same pant 
size from when he graduated from college.  Indeed, when I was a teenage my 
Mom loved it when people would mistake her for my older sister.  No doubt it 
helped that she only gave birth to one child.  I was a rough delivery and so 
based on her doctor’s recommendation, my mom didn't have any more children.  
As her only child, she and I have always very close and I share everything I 
do with her - and I do mean everything.

From my earliest memories, nudity at home was never anything to be ashamed of 
yet at the same time, it wasn't necessarily something to be flaunted either.  
I can’t stress enough that we were NOT nudists.  We never went to any 
“clothing optional” clubs or did anything involving nudity away from home or 
with other people.  Personally, I’ve never been able to understand why anyone 
would even WANT to be a nudist.  To me it feels unnatural, almost forced, as 
if you’re pushing yourself onto someone else.  Maybe that’s why if I AM nude 
around the house then it’s almost always when I’m alone.

To help illustrate what I’m saying, here are some examples.  While it was 
considered normal for us to be naked in the hot tub, that was because my dad 
said he didn't want us to contaminate the water with our swim suits rather 
than any desire on his part to ogle his naked wife and daughter.  We never 
just lounged around nude in the family room watching TV.  For one  my mom 
simply didn't consider it to be hygienic and besides not to mention it just 
felt better to have a little protection on.  

In another case, if my dad was taking a shower I wasn’t afraid to do my hair 
in the bathroom nor did it bother me for him to shave while I was in the tub 
or shower.  We were naked only because it wouldn't have made any sense to 
wear anything, not because we wanted the other to see us nude.

As a little girl I went to bed wearing the same things all little girls did - 
pajamas, nighties, and so forth.  I started sleeping nude when I was turned 
twelve; not for any sex-related reasons but more because that was how my 
parents had always slept.  Like most kids when they were going through 
puberty, I was always trying hard not to be a “kid” anymore.  Once I tried it 
I found that it just felt better to sleep naked and so I have done so ever 
since.  It want something I usually even thought about until I would spend 
the night at a friend’s house and have to wear pajamas or a nightshirt.  Such 
times served to remind just how uncomfortable and restricted it made me feel 
not being naked.  Still, even at home I keep a nightshirt or a robe by the 
bed to put on when I get up so I don’t have to run around the house nude.

In today’s world plagued with so much pornography on the Internet and media, 
too many kids are becoming addicted to porn or even worse, de-sensitized to 
it.  Thus today it’s all the worse when parents add an element of mystery and 
intrigue by condemning sex or portraying it as something perverted or taboo.  

In stark contrast, my parents brought me up to appreciate the not-so-subtle 
differences between porn and art, to recognize the joys raised by eroticism 
over the tastelessness of vulgarity.  Today I can appreciate eroticism but 
pornography turns me off, especially today’s obsession with cheap “amateurs”, 
“interviews”, “castings” and other supposedly “real” situations that anyone 
can tell are just cheap whores.  At least the “vintage” videos in my dad’s 
porn collection bothered to at least try to instill a little plot and story 
line.

Speaking of nudity and sex, it’s always seemed a shame to me that when it 
comes to sex that most parents shroud the topic in mystery, treating it as 
taboo and putting their kids on a guilt trip if they catch them so much as 
masturbating or just playing around.  Fortunately for me, my parents have 
always been totally open about sex, yet all the while stressing respect AND 
responsibility.  Thus while I may have been much more aware of sex when I was 
growing up in comparison to most kids, I was undoubtedly much more 
responsible and prepared to handle it when I grew old enough to start doing 
more than just talk about it. 

Although my parents never actually made love in front of me while I was 
growing up, I knew they did frequently as it was the only time the bedroom 
door was closed.  Heck, they may as well have just hung out a sign saying 
“Stay out, parents making love!”  Rather than being embarrassed of my 
parent’s having sex, I feel that one of the greatest gifts my parents gave me 
throughout my childhood was the security that came from knowing that my 
parents are totally in love with one another - physically as well as 
emotionally.

When it comes to masturbation, I consider it a totally different topic from 
sex.  Masturbation is a natural act that allows a person to deal with the 
inner needs and emotions that we all have as a result of being created by God 
as sexual beings.  Even though almost everybody does it, society still treats 
it like a forbidden ritual.  Personally I think making someone feel guilty 
about masturbating is counter-productive.  Not only will you not stop them, 
but it may well result in creating an unhealthy attitude and lack of respect 
for their own sexuality.

I don’t really remember exactly when I first started to explore myself.  I DO 
know that I didn’t deliberately masturbate until I was eleven but that’s more 
because my mom remembers it more than me marking it on my calendar or 
anything like that.  In fact, my mom was the one that taught me to masturbate 
(well, some things come natural but it never hurts to get a few pointers).  
She even offered me the contents of her toy drawer next to the bed but I’ve 
always preferred to just use my fingers.

My parents (especially my dad) masturbated frequently and they made no effort 
to hide it yet there was NOTHING kinky or perverted about what they did.  The 
key was that like nudity, they didn’t flaunt it either.  Basically if the 
mood struck them, they did it – it was really that simple.  Also, they did it 
discretely so I was not like my dad put on a show for me just because he was 
turned on by Amanda Tapping of StarGate fame.  In fact, most of the time he 
masturbated around me I didn’t even know he was doing it. 

One of the many problems created when sex is treated as secretive and taboo 
is that most people who are raised that way instantly assume that if someone 
is nude or masturbates around someone else, that there is some inference of a 
desire for a sexual relationship.  Well, that just goes to show how wrong 
impressions get started by people who don't know what they’re talking about.  
I NEVER felt that way growing up. If I saw my dad masturbating because he was 
turned on by a movie or picture of beautiful woman, I didn’t assume that he 
wanted to have sex with ME, I knew that he was just horny. My mother had a 
drawer full of vibrators next to her bed which she used frequently.

As for myself, whether watching a sexy movie or I was just feeling horny, 
I’ve never felt inhibited from touching myself wherever or whenever I needed 
to in order to release the sexual tension built up within me.  The key thing 
is that I was taught that discretion was just being polite, not that I needed 
to hide anything.  Since I usually would just reach inside my pajamas or 
under my skirt without making a big show of it, why not do it when you need 
to rather than wait to go off and do it in private?  I would bet that most of 
the time my parents don't even know I’m doing it!

Basically I learned most everything I needed to know about sex from my mom.  
She was also the one who got me on birth control when I became sexually 
active.  Unlike most girls who have to hide what they do with their 
boyfriends from their parents, when I gave up my virginity at the ripe old 
age of fourteen I couldn't wait to get home and tell my Mom all about it.  
After that she insisted that I tell her everything did on my dates with every 
guy I’ve been with – and I do mean EVERYTHING.  She use to joke with me that 
me telling her such stuff was the price I had to pay for my birth control 
pills but actually I think she lived vicariously through me.

My parents knew just about everything I did when I was growing up, mostly 
because I never felt the need to hide anything from them.  Rather than preach 
to me about abstinence and other ridiculous notions that are a total waste of 
time, they generally encouraged me to take advantage of the opportunities of 
adolescence and enjoy myself.  

My mom especially loved to sit in bed next to me after I came home from a hot 
date and listen to me as I would describe every detail of what the guy had 
done to me – and me to him.  I’m not sure who got turned on more during those 
special mother-daughter times - her listening to how her little girl was 
fucked her boyfriends or me telling her about it and watching her reactions.  
It wasn't unusual for her to leave after I was through and head straight for 
the drawer next to her bed.  If anything, I gave me a thrill to see how much 
my mom seemed to be reliving her own teen years vicariously through me.

My dad was just as interested in my dates as my mom but he was also very 
concerned that I took precautions to keep myself safe.  Believe it or not, my 
dad actually preferred that I bring boys home to fuck me because then at 
least he knew I was OK.  I understood that he was just a dad anxious about 
his little girl so I would leave the door to my bedroom cracked open for him 
to keep on eye on us, especially when I was with a new boy.  It also made me 
feel more secure knowing that my dad was keeping an eye on things.

Now before you think of me as being totally naïve, of course I knew he also 
enjoyed watching us and often he would masturbate afterwards.  As my mom 
often reminded me in such circumstances, my dad was also a man and had the 
same reactions any other man would have seeing two teenagers fucking in bed, 
even if the girl was his own daughter.  Indeed, I would have far more worried 
if he DIDN’T get turned on!

From fourteen until just after I turned sixteen I fucked a total of six 
teenage boys plus an older married guy from my dad’s office.  During that 
same time I found that I really enjoyed blowjobs and personally, I felt I had 
a natural knack for them.  Thus while I may have been very selective over 
whose penis I allowed in my vagina, I did take advantage of every opportunity 
to suck cock.   There is just something about sucking a boy dick, feeling him 
get hard, and then bringing him to a climax, all with just my mouth, that is 
exhilarating to me.  I was also quite proud of what I felt was a well-
deserved reputation among the boys for being the best cocksucker in my 
school.  After all, I worked hard for it – and I deserved it.

I’ve said all of this so far so people would have a better understanding of 
where I was in my life up to this time and perhaps why things happened the 
way they did.  Frankly, I don’t think I was raised all that different from 
most kids.  Certainly there was nothing that would have caused me to think 
that anything like incest would ever enter my life.


Chapter 2 – An Attitude Adjustment
==================================

One night, a couple of months after my sixteenth birthday, I came home early 
from a party.  It was suppose to be fun but after I got there it turned into 
a boring evening full of nothing but a lot of people I didn’t know standing 
around smoking and drinking – neither of which I did nor did I enjoy being 
around such people.  The guy who brought me was pretty hot but he soon became 
so drunk I didn't even want to suck him, let alone have him fuck me, so in 
disgust I asked a girlfriend to take me home.

When I walked through the front door I didn’t see my parents nor did I hear 
the TV down in the basement, so I assumed that my parents must have left for 
the evening.  There wasn't a note or anything which didn't surprise me since 
I was expected to be home late and that they probably figured that they would 
be back before I got home.  I’d had my eye on the guy who had taken me to the 
party for a while and they both knew I was horny for him so the odds of me 
being home early were pretty low.

Once upstairs, I noticed their bedroom was also empty which only confirmed my 
theory regarding their whereabouts.  Entering my bedroom, I was about to turn 
on the overhead light when I heard something from outside my open bedroom 
window.  It was just cracked open for some fresh air but enough to let the 
sound in unimpeded. 

Our bedrooms are on the second floor and mine overlooked the back deck which 
included a large hot tub.  Peeking out the window between the drawn blinds, I 
couldn’t believe my eyes - my parents home!  The two of them were in the hot 
tub which in and of itself wasn't unusual as we definitely got our money's 
worth from it.  What WAS surprising was that they were going at it like two 
horny teenagers in heat!  Needless to say, they were both completely naked 
with my dad seated on the edge while my mom was mostly underwater except for 
her head and shoulders which were between his spread-open legs as she sucked 
his hardened cock!

It was not the first time by any means I’d seen my dad with an erection but 
it WAS the first time I saw my mom (or anyone for that matter) sucking it.  I 
smiled to myself as my mom was demonstrating some pretty awesome cocksucking 
skills.  Obviously she’d had lots of practice as her face was buried in my 
dad's wet crotch and she was taking all of his stiff cock in her mouth.  From 
the look on my dad's face he was enjoying it immensely! His hands were on her 
head, pulling it into him, forcing himself deeper down her throat.

Instinctively I turned away out of respect for their privacy.  As I said, my 
parents were open about almost every area of their lives except for their 
lovemaking which had always been something special that they reserved for 
just between the two of them.  The only problem was that I couldn't help 
myself – something inside me seemed to be compelling me to watch them.  It 
was like I was hypnotized, my body reacting on its own without me controlling 
it.

Like in a trance, I turned back to the window and looked down at them as they 
began to make passionate love.  My mom was in a doggie position with her 
hands on the edge and her bare wet butt facing my dad as he banged her hard 
from behind.  I couldn't quite make out his dick as it penetrated her, but 
the motions they were making were unmistakable.  Oh yeah, he was fucking her!

It wasn’t like this was the first time I’d seen two people having sex.  Many 
of the parties I was going to often involved somebody doing it.  This was 
different though as this wasn't two of my friends or even two strangers going 
at it.  This was my mom and dad!  I knew I should feel guilty spying on them 
like this but I couldn't tear my eye away.  How often had I heard them doing 
it through the wall between our bedrooms but this was the first time I was 
getting to see what was happening when I heard those moans and groans.

After a while they reversed positions to where she was seated with her legs 
spread wide open while he moved in between them.  My mom used her fingers to 
push aside her matted wet pubic hair.  Watching him approach her I just 
stared, afraid that if I blinked even once I might miss something.  My mom 
used her hand to skillfully guide my dad’s erection into her hairy pussy.  I 
drew in a sharp breath as for the first time in my life I actually could see 
my father’s dick penetrate my mother.  She threw her head back and arched her 
back as he thrust himself deep inside of her.

Speaking of pussies, there was a growing sensation in my own as I imagined 
how my mom must be feeling at that moment, feeling her hungry pussy being 
filled by her lover’s swollen cock.  I didn’t matter whose it was, it was in 
her and that was what counted.

I watched intently, frozen in place as my dad fucked my mom over and over, 
including several positions I’d never tried.  The more I watched the more I 
was realized that I was getting incredibly turned on!  To my astonishment and 
even a bit of embarrassment, my pussy was getting wetter by the second while 
my mouth was dry like a desert.  It didn't help either that I hadn’t been 
fucked tonight the way I’ hoped and expected to be.   Stupid guy! I wonder if 
he had any idea how horny I was tonight and how badly I’d wanted him to fuck 
me?  In any case, seeing my parents making love brought out all the horniness 
that had been building up in me during the course of the evening.

Suddenly the most astonishing realization struck me.  It was as if in the 
blink of an eye something just clicked inside of me, like a switch that had 
laid dormant all my life but was suddenly turned on.  I couldn't believe it.  
Oh my god, for the first time in my life I was feeling a genuine sexual 
attraction to my own parents!  Sure there had been times I might get horny 
seeing my dad jerking his cock, especially when he would cum and spray all 
over himself but it was more that it reminded me of being laid by my 
boyfriend, not my dad jerking off.  Masturbating with your mother is a great 
way to spend an evening, but it’s not like we even touched each other – or 
even mentioned it.

My mind churned as I started to think about how in recent years that my dad 
was getting an erection more and more often when he saw me nude or playing 
with myself, or at least he wasn’t hiding it as much as he use to.  Until now 
I was appreciative (and a little amused) that he was turned on by me yet I 
knew deep down that it meant nothing more to him personally then when he 
would get horny from some anonymous slut in a dirty video.  It couldn’t have 
been ME, his daughter, that he was getting hard thinking about, it was the 
“girl” he saw.  In a way, I guess you could say I considered myself a 
facilitator, not a participant, of my dad’s sexual fantasies. That’s a LONG 
was from having sex with him!

Watching my parents making love for the first time in my life, I realized 
that what I was feeling now was something entirely new for me, something I’d 
never even fantasized about let alone hope would come true.   It was a little 
unsettling even as for the first time in my life I was being turned on by 
watching a dick that wasn't just some boyfriend or a boy making a move on me, 
it was my DAD’S cock that I was thinking about.

It’s really hard to describe my feelings then.  It wasn't that knot I get in 
my stomach when I see a boy’s nice dick and I want it so bad I could scream.  
This was something I’d never experienced before.  For the past two years I’d 
had sex to please one person - ME.  The only time I sucked a dick or let a 
guy fuck me was when there was something in it for me. Now, for the first 
time in my life I wanted to have sex to please someone else.  For the first 
time I didn’t want to just pretend to submit to someone just to make it fun 
for me, but rather because I wanted to give myself totally and completely to 
someone - my father.

Yes, I wanted to give myself to him.  I wanted my dad to do the same thing to 
me that he was doing for my mother.  Just as he was showing my mother his 
love to her as her husband, I wanted him to show his love for me as my father 
in this intimate way.  But more than anything else I wanted to please him in 
the same way I could tell that my mother was pleasing him.  I wanted to be 
the best daughter I could possibly be for him, attending to his needs and 
desires as I knew only I could do.

To be sure, it wasn’t like I was simply horny for my dad, it wasn't that way 
at all.  Face it, my dad might not be in that bad of shape but we’re still 
talking about a guy more than twice my age, not a hunk at school.  This 
wasn’t lust, this was love.  Not the sort of love I felt for my first 
boyfriend Steve but the love of a daughter for her father.

Of course, no matter how you view the emotional implications, in the end it 
was still SEX that I was thinking about, just that now it was all about sex 
with my DAD.  As much as I felt these new feelings in me, there was still a 
part of me that was shocked beyond words that I could even be thinking this 
way.  Like, what kind of kinky, perverted girl would want to suck her own 
father’s cock?  How could I even THINK about my dad fucking me, let alone do 
anything about it for real?  What would my parents think of me if they knew 
how I was feeling right now?

Even worse, at least so far as my sensibilities went, it wasn't just a blow 
job that I was thinking of giving him.  Nooooooo, I wanted my dad to fuck me! 
Despite my rationalizations that what I was watching was a mother-father 
thing, not just sex, I still couldn't help but feeling hot but yet there was 
this other side of me that was trying to tell me that such feelings were 
wrong.  But yet the more I thought about it the more I had to ask, why?  Just 
because he was my father didn't mean we couldn't share our most intimate 
feelings.  So it was incest?  So what?

My parents and I had discussed a lot things regarding sex as I grew up but 
incest was one topic that was NEVER mentioned.  It wasn’t like they didn't 
want to talk about it, the subject simply never came up.  I certainly wasn’t 
going to be the one to initiate it.  Until a few moments ago the very idea 
never even crossed my mind.

Then I thought about it some more.  While my parents had never encouraged 
anything whatsoever regarding incest, at the same time I don’t remember them 
once ever coming right out and telling me that it was wrong either.  You 
would think that if they considered it inherently wrong that they would have 
said something about it, just as they had about other things they didn’t 
think I should to do.

Sheesh, you can imagine how confused I was at this moment as I grappled with 
the conflicting feelings that were emerging, feelings that were so new to me 
yet so incredibly sharp, so overpoweringly strong, I was feeling totally 
overwhelmed by them.  A part of me was urging me to immediately strip and 
join them in the hot tub but at the same time, it scared the heck out of me 
to even think about it.  What would they say? Would it repulse them?  Would 
they think I was some kind of pervert?  So many things were going through my 
head that all I could do for the moment was stand there motionless, staring 
at my naked parents below me as they made love.

The more I watched my mom and dad, the hornier I got.  Like, who can watch 
two people they love and adore making love without getting turned on?  With 
each thrust of my father’s dick into my mom’s pussy, I became more and more 
convinced that I wanted him to do that very same thing to me.  

My fingers began to touch me as my body instinctively responded.  Feelings of 
lust and desire arose in me that I’d never felt before, at least not in this 
way.  All my life I’d loved my father and would do anything for him.  Was 
this any different?  Suddenly I began to understand more about why I was 
feeling the way I was.  I realized that there was something I could give him 
the nobody else in the world could – his own daughter! I wanted to please my 
father but I couldn't help but wonder if he would accept the gift I wanted to 
give him.

As I stood there by the window, watching them intently, I began to play with 
myself.  My right hand reached under my short skirt and moved aside the 
skimpy thong I was wearing.  My fingers quickly found my swelling clit and 
then I pressed my middle finger between my pussy lips and up inside of me as 
I watched my father’s hard cock moving in and out of my mother’s hot hairy 
pussy.  As my finger pushed inside of me, for the first time in my life I 
imagined it was my father’s dick as he entered me.  The very thought made my 
pussy tingle!

It didn't take long before I was so worked up it was all I could do to not 
run down there and join them!  Eventually my dad came and I watched as he 
sprayed his cum all over my mom's face and hair as she stroked his cock with 
both hands.   Using his cock like a squeegee, she wiped as much of it as she 
could into her mouth and gently sucked him some more as he softened.  Oh my 
god - I came so hard when she did that! My legs felt week and I leaned 
against the wall to keep my balance as my orgasm swept through me.

All I could think about at that moment was my dad’s cock, how it would feel 
in me, how it would feel for him to erupt in me and pour his seed into my 
pussy - his own daughter’s pussy at that.  What would it be like to have your 
own father fuck you?  Would he even do it?  Had he ever dreamed of fucking 
his own daughter?  Would he want to cum inside of me?

Eventually they kissed passionately for the longest time after which they 
grabbed their towels and headed back towards the house.  Damn, I couldn't let 
them know I’d seen them, let alone masturbated as I watched them! Good grief, 
what would they say if they knew their own daughter had just masturbated 
while dreaming of having sex with her father?

So much of our relationship was based on trust and mutual respect, especially 
in dealing with sexual matters, so how could I possibly explain my new 
feelings for my dad?  Even worse, as far as my parents were concerned making 
love was something intimate that they’d always kept as something special 
between the two of them and now I had violated that privacy.  How could I ask 
them to trust me if they ever found out what I’d just done?  I was no better 
than a Peeping Tom.

In a state of panic I quickly stripped off my clothes and threw them under 
the bed (where most of my dirty clothes seemed to end up anyway) and slipped 
under the covers.  When they came upstairs to their bedroom, I heard the 
floorboard squeak outside my room and I knew that someone must be checking me 
out.  Even though the light in my bedroom was off, the hall light was more 
than enough for anyone to see that I was in bed.

M eyes were tightly shut as I pretended to be asleep but I could still 
imagine them looking at each other, probably wondering how long I’d been home 
and if I’d seen them.  Acting as though they’d just awakened me, I slowly 
opened my eyes, blinking at the light and flashing what I hoped was an 
innocent smile.  As it turned out only my dad was standing there, silhouetted 
against the hallway light.  He was still nude from being in the hot tub but 
his erection was long gone.

“So when did you get home baby?” he asked softly, “Kind of early, isn’t it?  
Everything OK?”

I explained how the party had been a bust and that I’d just gotten home a few 
minutes ago. He looked at me and I wondered if he could see how flushed I 
remained from having just masturbated so hard.  The light was probably too 
dim though and if he suspected anything he didn't certainly show it.

My dad stepped in my room and gave me a kiss on the cheek.

“Well, sleep tight baby,” he whispered.

“G’nite daddy... luv ya.”

How many times had he done this in the past? Hundreds? Thousands?  Yet for 
the first time I was distinctly conscious of the fact he was nude and his 
cock was literally just inches away from my head.  Although the circumstances 
were no different than so many times before, it was like being Eve in the 
garden, aware of her nudity for the first time when before that it wasn't 
even something she thought about.

I couldn't help but glance at his crotch and look at his dick hanging there 
in the dim light.  Had I really imagined sucking that very cock and him 
fucking me with it just a few minutes ago?  It was the same dick I’d felt 
under me when I sat on his lap in the hot tub, the same one that he would 
stroked while watching a sex girl on TV.  It hadn’t changed but I certainly 
had.  It might be the same dick I’d ignored before, but there was no ignoring 
it anymore.

At the same time he was acting so normally that it made me wonder if I had 
someone imagined everything, that it was all just a weird dream.  That 
simple, innocent kiss while standing there naked beside me without a hint of 
sexual intent made me feel as if he’d woken me from a dream and none of what 
had just happened was real.  Yet I knew better.  It WAS all real and I looked 
away from him quickly, not sure of whether I should be looking at it that way 
or not.

If my dad noticed anything unusual about my actions he didn't make any 
indication of it before leaving to go to their bedroom.  Alone again I just 
laid there and let out a long breath.  OMG, did he have any idea what I was 
thinking when I looked at his exposed crotch?  Thank goodness the lights were 
dim and he couldn't see how flushed I was.

As I replayed the events of the last hour or so I found the heat between my 
legs returning and before long I was going at it again.  I dreamed that my 
father hadn’t left but instead of kissing me, he had taken his cock and 
rubbed it against my lips, demanding that I suck him.

It wasn't long before I came as I imagined sucking my dad’s cock while he 
stood there by the side of my bed.  I fell asleep with thoughts of being in 
the hot tub with them, of letting my dad fuck me as my mom watched and played 
with herself.  

Afterwards I dreamed that he told me what a good daughter I was and how much 
he loved me – and how he especially loved fucking me.


Chapter 3 – Debating Incest
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The next morning I woke up and for a moment I thought everything that had 
happened the night before was just an awesome dream.  If anything, I felt 
guilty for having spied on my parents and even guiltier still for imaging 
those things with my dad.  It wasn't fair of me to think that he would ever 
do such a thing to his daughter.   What kind of father did I think he was 
that he would actually fuck his own daughter?

As I usually did in such circumstances, I prayed for a while, asking God for 
His guidance and especially His forgiveness.  When I finished praying, it 
suddenly became clear to me, as if God was already answering my prayer.  The 
Bible says to honor you mother and father.  Well, how much more could I honor 
my father than to submit myself to him?  It would be almost like I was 
sacrificing myself for him except in this case it would be for his pleasure.

At first I was troubled by the adultery aspect.  Regardless of what they may 
have done before marriage, once my parents took their wedding vows they’d 
never had sex with anyone else (at least, that is what I thought at that 
time).  Was fucking your daughter really the same as being with another 
woman?

The more I thought about it the more I realized that it wasn't the same thing 
at all.  For goodness sakes I was his DAUGHTER, his own flesh and blood, not 
some outsider that he would lust for and then take in violation of his vows 
to his wife.  In fact, I slowly came to the realization that my dad DESERVED 
to fuck me, that as my father he even had the RIGHT to do so.  Thus by 
withholding myself from him, as I had for so many years, was that a sign of 
disrespect on my part?

For the next few nights I continued to debate this with myself and in doing 
so, found myself rubbing my pussy constantly as I replayed over and over how 
my dad made love to my mom that night.  No matter how conflicted I might 
start out, in the end I would always fantasize about having my dad doing 
those same things to me.  I couldn't help but dream about what might have 
happened if I’d surprised them by jumping in the hot tub while they were 
still making love.  Would they have let me join in and made it a genuine 
family night?

The more I thought about it the more I realized how badly I wanted him to do 
to me what I watched him do to Mom.  It may have seemed crazy before but I 
knew now without a shadow of doubt that I wanted my own father to fuck me!  I 
wanted nothing more than to please him and show him how much I loved him by 
giving him the one thing he’d never had – sex with his daughter.

This was becoming more and more about pleasing my father, about honoring him, 
about fulfilling my obligations as his daughter, about my duties that I was 
becoming painfully aware that I’d failed to meet.  The more I read my Bible 
and thought about it, the more guilty I felt as I soon realized I’d been 
withholding something from my dad that he DESERVED, something that as my 
father he had earned and thus had the right to possess in any way he wanted – 
ME.

It also dawned on me that while incest wasn’t something I’d ever discussed 
with my parents, it needed to be brought up now.  In all fairness to my 
parents, I suppose we’d avoided it until now more because there was no reason 
to discuss it than making a conscious decision.  Thus all I‘d ever heard 
about incest until now was from the news when some perverted father would 
rape or abuse his daughter.  In truth, I had no idea how my parents felt 
about the subject.  Was it something they’d avoided because they didn't 
believe in it? Would they be upset if they knew how I had been feeling 
lately?

Regardless of my fears and worries, by now I wanted more than anything to 
submit myself completely to him, to tell him that it was OK for me to take in 
whatever way he wanted.  I fantasized about him whispering to me that he 
loved me so much that he wanted to show me in a special way, a way that only 
a father could with his daughter.  I dreamed of him taking me in his arms and 
pushing his hard cock deep inside of me.  God, I wanted so badly for him to 
want to cum in me and give me his most intimate gift.

OK, I’m not a saint.  To be 100% honest, it was more than just doing it for 
my dad.  Deep down there was a part of me that wanted him to fuck me for my 
own pleasure as well.  Watching him fuck my mom and seeing her cumming so 
hard I knew from the start that I wanted him to do the same to me as well! 
After all, I loved sex so why not?

Now that I was thinking about my dad in new ways, other thoughts and 
questions began to surface as well.  Even though my parents had always kept 
sex to themselves and not tried in any way to force themselves on me, as I 
sat in class I found myself looking back at events in my life and wondering 
what was REALLY on their minds during some of those times.  Now I was curious 
and wondered if my dad had ever thought of ME when he masturbated.  When I 
would play with myself in the family room while we watched a sexy movie, what 
was really turning him on more – me masturbating or the movie?  Until now I‘d 
always thought it was the movie but maybe it was more than that – or was it 
just wishful thinking on my part?

I remembered back to when I was barely eight years old and I’d seen him 
stroking himself in their bedroom for the first time.  Of course I’d seen his 
dick plenty of times before but never like this.  My mom caught me watching 
him (how do they always know what you’re doing anyway?) and she took me to my 
room where she explained to me what was happening with my dad.  

Later that night when we were all in the hot tub, my mom showed me how to 
hold and stroke his cock so I would know what a man felt like.  It surprised 
me when he came and some of it hit me on the face.  I vaguely remembered them 
arguing then, as if my mom was upset with something he wanted to do.  Now, 
eight years later, I wondered what he had wanted from me?  Neither of them 
had ever mentioned it again ever since so did he still think about me doing 
it that night?

As I said, I never touched him that way again in the eight years that had 
passed.  Granted, I certainly saw his cock grow and erupt many times as I 
grew up.  After all my dad, like most men, masturbated a LOT.  Yet I never 
once thought he did it because of me even though I knew my dad sometimes 
looked at me a lot more intensely over the past couple of years as I began to 
grow in all the right places.

Actually I felt flattered that I was starting to look attractive and sexy 
enough to catch his my own dad’s eye.  He WAS a guy and I was secretly 
thrilled every time I caught him giving me the once-over when he thought I 
wasn’t looking.  He also looked at lots of other girls and he didn’t have sex 
with any of them so why would it be any different with me?

I think it’s important for people to know that my father NEVER made any overt 
move towards me in a sexual way as I was growing up (forgetting the hot tub 
incident).  Even if he did get an erection when I was around, I assumed it 
was a direct result of seeing a pretty girl on the TV show that he’d just 
watched.  

I’m not totally naïve though.  Of course I knew it turned him on to secretly 
watch me having sex with a boyfriend in my room or watch me masturbate.  Mom 
explained to me years ago when I first started maturing that my father was a 
man and like all men, there were parts of his body which he couldn’t control.  
Thus is it any wonder that I never suspected in the slightest way that he had 
been secretly lusting for me for years?

As I thought more and more about being with my dad I decided to see just how 
interested he really was in his little girl.  I had to know if this was just 
all in my imagination, a product of my hopes and dreams, or something that 
was real and tangible.  So many things could be taken either way.

Short of walking up to him and asking him outright to fuck me, I was facing a 
bit of a dilemma – or so I thought.  It was sort of ironic that the very same 
trust and respect that made me feel open and secure sexually with my parents 
was now making it downright hard for me to hint to my dad what my real 
desires were!  Like, if most girls want to tease a man or seduce him, they 
can flash their bodies, let the guy see them masturbate, and so forth.  Well, 
all that was just a normal day with me and my dad so what was there for me to 
do short of actually DOING something with him?


Chapter 4 – “Seducing” My Dad
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Because of what I assumed were my father’s feelings toward me, I thought that 
I would have to “seduce him” somehow or otherwise talk him into doing 
anything more intimate with me.  Growing up, I could see from the looks in 
their eyes that many fathers liked to look at young girls, even their own 
daughters.   However, as far as I knew none of those dads fucked their 
daughters which left me worried as to whether or not my dad would want to 
fuck me or not.  Would he be offended by the very thought?  What if in doing 
do it hurt our relationship which, although not sexual at the time, was still 
very close from an emotional perspective?

To be safe, rather than approach him directly I started flirting with my dad, 
trying to advertise that I was “available” if he really wanted me.  Now for 
most girls it would probably be pretty easy to get their dad’s attention.  
Not for me.  If I was to come in the room naked, he would just tell me to go 
put something on before I caught a cold.  If I sat on his lap and rubbed my 
bare ass against him he would just accuse me of teasing him.  Other girls 
could start masturbating and let their dad “catch” them, peaking his 
interest.  My dad would just ignore me or at most, tell me to keep it down so 
he could hear the TV!

The shame was that what I didn't know was that I didn't have to worry about 
“convincing” him of anything.  Unknown to me at the time, my dad had been 
lusting for me since the first time I held his cock in the hot tub back when 
I was eight.  Another thing I was unaware of was that my dad had promised my 
mom that he would NOT do what her dad had done which was to force himself 
upon his daughter (both in his case) the first time.  Even though in her case 
it eventually worked out for the best, she was adamant that it had to be MY 
decision, even if that meant it never happened.

My mom’s was not wrong very often, but this was one time I feel she 
overreacted.  Actually that’s being too kin.  My mom was WRONG and because of 
that I’d lost years when I could have been pleasing my father. Her situation 
with her father had been a LOT different.  She wasn't even having sex yet 
when her dad had come into her bedroom when she was only fourteen and taken 
her virginity without even asking.  Although she hadn’t resisted, at the same 
time it wasn't something she had expected or was truly prepared for as her 
mother didn’t discuss sex with her.

Well, my dad certainly didn't need to do anything like that with me, but he 
COULD have at least let me know how he felt.   It was SO frustrated as I 
thought his apparent lack of interest in me sexually was genuine.  Often I 
think back about how it would have been so much easier if he had just told me 
his true feelings so I could have offered myself to him as a daughter should 
to her father.

Oh well, the things we would change in the past if we could!  However, with 
things as they were I found myself debating once again whether I shouldn’t 
just come right out and ask him.  Boy, I could just imagine how THAT 
conversation would go... “Hi daddy, wanna fuck me?” 

For the first time I sympathized with some poor boy trying to work up the 
courage to ask a girl to a dance.  Guys never turned me away so I’d never 
experienced such an intense fear of rejection.  As much as I wanted my dad to 
do me, if he turned me down I think I would’ve been totally embarrassed and 
devastated.  It was unthinkable!

The “problem” I was facing was that I was almost certain by now that he was 
turned on by me.  The more I thought about it, the more I started to think 
that he was probably masturbating by fantasizing about me.  Yeah, so that 
meant he was a normal male jerking off to the image of a teenage girl but did 
that really mean anything so far as me personally?  

My parents had taught me at an early age that fantasies were just that – 
fantasies.  Anything goes so far as fantasies go so long as you understand 
where the line is between fantasy and reality.   Therefore, even if my dad 
WAS jerking off while thinking about me, even if I DID turn him on when I 
masturbated in front of him, even if he did get off seeing me having sex, 
none of that necessarily meant that the fantasies he was having about me 
would ever translate into reality.  I’m sure most fathers fantasize about 
their teenage daughters and don't ever have sex with them so why would my dad 
be any different?

There was something else that made me hesitate as well.  The more I thought 
about it the more significant it seemed to me that as open about sex as my 
parents were, the one thing they had never discussed was incest.  Actually, 
until now I hadn’t thought about it one way or the other.  Was there a 
reason?  Was this one thing that was out of bounds for discussion, even for 
my parents?  

Then again, was I reading too much into what they did NOT talk about? It was 
like some of the arguments I use to have at school where people would draw 
conclusions from what the Bible did NOT say.  Even though it bothers me when 
people do that, here I was, doing the same thing regarding incest.

Maybe we didn't discuss incest because they never wanted me to misunderstand 
any of their actions to mean anything other than showing their care and 
concern of their daughter? If THAT was the case then was it right for me to 
be thinking and doing these things? What if they were offended by my new 
thoughts and feelings? I’d always been open with them and they’d always 
encouraged me to experiment but this would be REALLY new!

As the days went by, things got to the point where I almost gave up on the 
while idea until I remembered the times my parents and I would discuss the 
difference between being erotic and vulgar.  They taught me that it was the 
mental side of sex that had as much impact on the results than anything.  My 
mom once told me that it was the intentions and goals of each person that 
made more difference in how the sex was than anything physical.  She pointed 
out that strippers have always known this which is why they just don’t strut 
out naked from the start – that it was the anticipation that turned on men 
more than anything else.

As all these different thoughts were mixing themselves up in my head, I 
realized that the answer for my dilemma was somehow linked to all of them.  
For me to appear before my father nude was NOT erotic, it was just me without 
any clothes on, no different than any other time.  Somehow I had to find a 
way to make him see me not as just another naked teenage girl, but as his 
sexy daughter who wanted nothing more than to please her father in whatever 
way he wanted her – and I mean WHATEVER way he wanted.

I was terribly excited by this “revelation” and so I decided to first 
experiment by trying a few more subtle moves and test his reactions before 
doing anything more forward.  I even sorted through his porn collection and 
watched a few “Taboo” videos to get some ideas for how a girl could seduce 
her father.  I’m not a big porno fan but some of those scenes were incredibly 
hot between the fathers and daughters.  Of course they were all actors and 
the girls were whores, but as I mentioned before, it was the thoughts and 
emotions the scenes evoked that turned me on more than the actual images.

The next evening I went down to the family room where my father was watching 
TV, sitting in his favorite chair as usual.  My mom was there as well, 
absorbed in some magazine, barely acknowledging my entrance.

Walking over to my dad’s chair, I noticed he was wearing a pair of sweat 
pants but no shirt or socks.   Without saying a word, I climbed on top of him 
and sat squarely on his lap.  It wasn't all that unusual for me to do this 
although he sometimes teased me, groaning as if I was heavy and warning me 
that I wasn't such a little girl anymore.  At the same time, he almost never 
told me to get off either.

Feeling a little self-conscious, I leaned against my dad with my arm around 
his neck and nuzzled my face into his shoulder and neck.  Mmmmmmm, he smelled 
so good!  As I settled in, my growing boobs pressed against his bare chest 
through the thin cotton of the t-shirt I was wearing.

Mmmmmmm, I was rewarded with the feeling of something growing under me.  It 
wasn’t anything new as his dick usually responded that way when I was on his 
lap but until now I’d never made a direct connection between his erections 
and any erotic thoughts about me.  I’d previously assumed it was just a 
natural, uncontrollable and involuntary reaction caused by the pressure of a 
girl’s bare ass rubbing against his dick.  That’s what my mom always told me 
anyway.  Now as I felt him growing under me I wondered if maybe she’d been 
trying to hide from me the REAL reason it happened.

As usual I was wearing nothing underneath my t-shirt so when I sat in his lap 
like this it had a tendency to ride up and leave my butt bare pressing 
against his lap.  In the past, I hadn’t thought much about how that might 
cause him to react.  Actually, I never thought much about it at all.

Now as I felt my bare ass pressing against the soft material of his sweat 
pants, I couldn't help but think about how there was nothing between his 
hardening cock and my pussy but a thin piece of cloth.  His dick was pressing 
more and more firmly against me and it thrilled me as I realized that he was 
getting hard - and it was because of me!

My mom looked up from her magazine a few times and peered over her reading 
glasses to see what was going on.  Actually, nothing was happening.  Although 
my dad’s dick now felt like a hard pipe sticking up underneath me, neither of 
us made any indication that we were aware of it, or of how my boobs against 
him might be making him feel.  I guess from her perspective, it was no 
different than any other night.  If she could read my mind she would know it 
was a LOT different for me!

The longer I sat on my dad’s lap, the hornier I could feel myself getting and 
I needed badly to rub my pussy.  Now THAT was one thing I’d NEVER done before 
– masturbate while I sat on his lap.  Playing with myself on the couch while 
my parents watched TV was one thing, but doing it on his lap was something 
else entirely.  Sure there had been times when I was horny on his lap and had 
gotten off so I could relieve some tension, but it wasn't my DAD that was 
making me horny at the time, or not that I realized.  This was the first time 
in my life that I was horny as hell while sitting on his lap when I could say 
that HE was to blame for it!

Well, if there was ever an opportunity to be more erotic with my dad, this 
was it.  Once again I couldn't help but sympathize with how a boy must feel 
when he is sitting next to me in a car or the theater, wanting to touch me 
but afraid to make that first move.  Now it was me that wanted to make the 
first move.  Damn, working up the courage was not nearly as easy as when I 
had fantasized about it earlier in the day.

After about thirty minutes or so of debating, I was still too chicken to do 
anything but sit on his lap.  My dad was starting to shift his weight around, 
a sign that I was indeed not as little a I use to be and starting to get 
heavy on his lap.  I knew it wouldn't be long before he “suggested” I get off 
and let the blood return to his legs or some other silly comment.  Usually 
that meant getting off and taking my place on the couch across the room.  
Time was running out and if I was going to make a move I needed to do it 
soon.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, trying not to alert him but needing 
to focus and channel my sexual energy.  Here goes nothing!  I took my left 
hand and reached down between my legs and cupped my warm pussy.  Using my 
middle finger, I rubbed my clit slowly, causing a slight gasp to escape 
through my closed lips before I could stop it.

“Hmmmmmm, I think somebody’s a little extra horny tonight!  Boyfriend not 
taking care of you lately?”

My dad didn't say it very loud but my mom heard it anyway and I saw her 
eyebrows raise just a smidge as she looked over and saw where my hand was.  
She didn't say anything but I noticed that she started looking over our way a 
lot more often.

“Oh daddy, you know better than that.... Well, maybe a little.”

My finger touched my clit and pressed down on it, sending a shiver through me 
which my father obviously could feel as tightly as I was pressed up tightly 
against him.

“Ummmmm, seems to me like it’s more than just a little, don’t you think?”

I opened my eyes and saw my dad was looking down where my hand was moving 
between my legs.

“You don’t mind, do you daddy?” I whispered in his ear, “I don’t want to 
bother you.”

My dad chuckled, “Don't worry, you’re not bothering me at all.  Hey, a girl’s 
gotta do what a girl’s gotta do, I guess.”

He didn't say anything more but his arm that had been resting on the armrest 
behind me moved and wrapped around me.  His hand was on my bare upper thigh 
and for a brief moment my heart raced as I thought maybe he was going to move 
it further over and “help” me but he just rested it on my leg.

As I continued to masturbate, all I could think about was what my dad might 
be thinking.  I’d never done anything so overtly sexual with him before.  
Sure it was just me touching myself, not as if I’d reached down and grabbed 
his erect dick.  Even so, I’d never played with myself while he was touching 
me, even if it was innocent.

My pussy was soaking wet as I thought about what must be going through my 
dad’s mind at that moment.  Was I turning him on?  Did he have any idea why I 
was doing this now?  Was he thinking about touching me, maybe even fucking 
me?  His dick certainly wasn't getting any softer so something nasty must 
have been going on to keep his dick hard for so long!

“Um, Kelly, don’t you think you should be doing that on the couch and not 
pestering your dad?”

Evidently my mom had figured things had gone far enough.  Technically she was 
correct - it was just common courtesy.  While I was brought up that 
masturbation was nothing to hide, at the same time it was STILL a personal 
thing and needed to be treated as such.  

I wondered if she had any idea WHY I was doing this?  Was she just correcting 
my manners or was she trying to keep me from seducing her husband? Normally I 
could go to my mom and discuss anything but for the first time I felt 
uncomfortable bringing up the issue with her and so I’d not told her about 
any of my thoughts or concerns.

“It’s OK Mary, she’s not bothering me,” my dad said, trying to defend me but 
my mom would have none of it.

“Yeah, I bet! Kelly, I said that’s enough!”

There’s no arguing with my mom in such circumstances.  Reluctantly I pulled 
my hand from between my legs and gave my dad a peck on the cheek before 
working my way slowly off his lap, making sure I rubbed my ass against his 
dick as seductively as possible.

Once I was off his lap, I looked back and saw his dick was raising his pants 
up like a circus tent pole.  My mom noticed as well and the look she gave my 
dad would have shriveled the erections of most men but my dad just ignored 
her.

It was tempting to move over to the couch and finish myself off there but 
something told me I’d pushed things far enough for one night.  Instead, I 
made my way to my room where it only took a few minutes of furious pussy play 
to make myself cum like a flood as I dreamed of my dad’s hard cock pressing 
against my bottom.  God, it has only been an inch or so away from my pussy 
but yet it may as well have been a mile.  What would it take to get it 
closer?

Later on I heard my parents coming up the stairs to go to bed.  I felt a bit 
nervous, waiting for my mom to come in and give me her standard lecture on 
“inappropriate” behavior that she pulled out whenever she thought I’d stepped 
over the line.  

Surprisingly, neither of them made an appearance.  Instead, I heard the door 
shut and it wasn't long before the sounds of their love making were coming 
through the thin wall that separated our rooms.  Listening to my mom cry out 
as she came, I couldn't help but smile to myself.  If anything, something 
told me my mom owed me one for getting my dad so horny!

The following evening my dad was sitting in the kitchen and I slowly walked 
by wearing a t-shirt that was so short that I couldn't even start to pretend 
it was even partially covering my bare bottom.  As I walked by him, I wagged 
my teenage ass at him in a provocative manner.  Well, I guess there's not 
much of any OTHER way to wag your bare butt when you come down to it.  

My dad responded by laughing and slapping my naked butt with the open palm of 
his hand, making a loud smacking sound.  It sounded a lot worse than it felt 
but I wasn't going to let him know that.

“Daddy!” I exclaimed playfully, “That hurt! Don’t spank me!”

My dad laughed and put his hand on my hip to pull me closer to him.  His 
other hand reached around to cup my naked ass.  His open palm and fingers 
started to rub it in little circles in the same area where he had just 
smacked me..

“There, does it feel better now?” he asked, same as he did when I was a 
little girl when he would rub my knee after a fall.

“Daddy!” I giggled like a little girl, “Are you playing with my butt?”

It was really more of a statement than a question since it was obvious that 
was exactly what he WAS doing.  Just then my mom walked in and her eyes 
glared at my dad.

“John! Just WHAT do you think you’re doing?” she said in a sharp tone.

My dad looked a bit embarrassed but he still managed to give me on last 
squeeze before he took his hand off of me.  I reached down and gave him a 
kiss on the forehead.  Standing back up, I tossed my hair back and started to 
walk out but just before I was left the kitchen I turned back.

“It’s OK mom... I liked it!” 

Oh my god! I put my hands to my mouth, not quite believing I’d actually said 
that out loud.  Twirling around, I giggled and ran out before either of them 
could respond.  I had no idea what they said to each other but I would’ve 
given about anything to eavesdrop just a little!

Back in my bedroom, I plopped on my bed face down and reached behind to touch 
my bottom.  Thoughts of my dad’s hand rubbing me caused a warm feeling to run 
through me.  I couldn’t recall him ever touching me quite that way before.  
Certainly I’d been spanked before – I wasn’t THAT good a child growing up!  
There were even times when he had patted me on the bottom for encouragement 
but never before had his hand lingered in quite this way and certainly he had 
never rubbed it before like he just had.  Hmmmmmm, maybe there was hope after 
all!

While my dad seemed to be responding the way I’d hoped, it was my mom that 
had me confused.  Talk about mixed messages! On the one hand she would scold 
my dad and me when we got too playful, but then later she acted as if nothing 
had happened.  Was she really offended by what I was doing or did she feel 
obligated to act like she was?

Over the next few days I became more and more blatant in the way I would rub 
up against my dad.  What I found REALLY interesting was that as I became more 
aggressive he in turn started to be more open about looking at me, even 
grinning at times when I would wear some ridiculously skimpy outfit and 
parade around in front of him.  

One of my favorite outfits to wear around the house has always been a simple 
long t-shirt that’s not quite long enough to cover my ass – and that was when 
I was standing.  Of course when I sat down or bent over it was instantly 
obvious I had no underwear on (not that I ever wore any at home).

Another of my favorite evening outfits was just as simple if not quite as 
blatantly revealing – one of my dad’s dress shirts.  Sometimes I would steal 
one from his closet and then wear it for the evening.  They were comfortable 
and later in life I even took a few to college with me.  He would grumble 
sometimes about it but I knew he was just teasing me.  They hung loose on me 
and the tails would cover my ass and pussy from view but the sides were cut 
to show off my hips and legs.

Now, though, I starting to run around without buttoning them and even though 
they were still so baggy that that they covered me most of the time, when I 
laid on my back on the couch or sat in his lap they would open up and expose 
me to him. 

Things seemed to stall, though, until one morning I crossed the hall from the 
bathroom to my room after a shower just as my dad left their bedroom to go 
into the bathroom (an amazing coincidence if I say so myself).  I pretended 
to slip on the hall carpet and fell into him so he had to grab me to keep me 
from hitting the floor.  His hands felt so strong on my nude body and as he 
held me against him. 

“Wow, you really ARE growing up, aren’t you.”

I didn't say a word but just pressed my small boobs against him and gave him 
a big hug.  He had his arms around me and I noted that his hands slipped down 
until he was cradling my ass in them.  His cock was pressed against my 
stomach and even thought it was flaccid, I could’ve sworn that I felt it 
stirring.  We just held each other for a few more seconds until suddenly he 
turned to go into the bathroom.  Somehow in that moment I felt like something 
had silently been conveyed between us.  Was he signaling that he’d gotten my 
“messages” and that all I had to do was let him know so he could be sure? Had 
the moment I had been dreaming of, yet dreading at the same time, finally 
arrived?

I figured it was finally time to just make a more straightforward move and 
see what happened.  For the rest of the day it seemed all I could think about 
was the upcoming evening and what I hoped would happen.

Finally evening arrived and my dad was back in the family room watching TV 
and reading the local newspaper.  His LazyBoy was tilted back with the 
footrest up.  This time he was wearing just a ragged pair of old college gym 
shorts.  They were faded and full of holes and my mom had threatened numerous 
times to throw them out every time he wore them; but for whatever reason they 
were his favorites.

My mom had left to go shopping about ten minutes earlier and knowing her, I 
figured she wouldn't be back for at least a few hours. 

As soon as my mom had left I changed into a thin white cotton t-shirt.  It 
was even shorter than even the version I normally wore which essentially left 
me walking around totally bottomless.  Of course I was wearing nothing 
underneath so my trimmed pussy was on full display.  Not only was the t-shirt 
way too short, it was also a few sizes too small such that it was stretched 
so tight it might as well have been painted on.  Even my small boobs looked 
bigger than usual as they stretched out the material even further and my 
nipples were clearly outlined through the thin cotton cloth.

God! I was SO nervous yet at the same time unbelievably horny!  My pussy 
throbbed as I took a deep breath and slowly walked down the stairs to the 
basement family room.

"Hey daddy! How are you feeling tonight?"

"Great Kelly,” he replied automatically, not even looking up from the 
newspaper he was reading.  Then he glanced up and I saw him do a double take 
as he saw what I was wearing. 

“Damn Kelly, hate to be the one to tell you this but I think you outgrew that 
t-shirt a couple of years ago!"

I gave him my sweetest little girl innocent look and pretended to pout

"Why, is there something wrong with it daddy? I can go change if you want me 
to."

It was all I could do to keep a straight face at how fast my dad shook his 
head.

"On no - don't bother.  It’s OK I guess."

He tired to laugh to make it appear he didn’t care but at the same time I 
noticed he was looking at me in a way I hadn't quite seen before.  If there 
is one thing every girl learns early, it’s how to interpret the way a guy 
looks at you.  Rather than the usual “daddy look” (how else can I describe 
it?), it was more the way the boys look at me when they’re horny and want 
nothing more than to fuck the daylights out of me.

Whenever I was with my boyfriends I always got a thrill when I saw “the look” 
because I knew it meant I was going to be fucked before the night was over – 
if I let him.  Still, I have to admit that it seemed a bit strange to have my 
own father look at me that way but yet I hoped that the outcome would be the 
same!  I found myself getting turned on more by the minute which encouraged 
me to continue on with my plan. 

Instead of going directly to his lap as I’d done the week before, I curled up 
on the family room couch which was on the opposite side of the room from his 
recliner and closer to the TV.  I couldn't really see him while in this 
position but I knew he could see me clearly.  My T-shirt rode half-way up my 
stomach as I tucked my legs under me which meant he was getting a great view 
of my bare ass!

We both watched TV for a while, neither of us saying anything and just 
pretending it was another typical evening.  Now and then I would reposition 
myself as if to make myself more comfortable.  Of course, each time I made 
sure he got a better view of my ass and what was becoming a wetter and wetter 
pussy.

I could feel my pussy beginning to throb as I thought of my own father 
watching me, looking at me and hopefully wanting me, maybe even lusting for 
me.  It wasn’t like my dad had never seen my pussy before yet somehow there 
seemed to be a huge difference between he SEEING my pussy and LOOKING at it 
as he was now

In the past when we were nude together it was just part of the situation - 
usually in the tub or bathroom.  There wasn’t anything sexual intended at 
those times unlike the current situation.  It was one thing to discuss it but 
I was fast learning firsthand what it meant to be erotic.  Well, if intent 
was a factor in creating a sexual situation then I was certainly guilty!

My dad turned to one of the adult cable channels.  There was a soft porn 
movie playing and although I’d never been a big porn fan I knew he enjoyed 
them and so I tolerated them.   The really hard core ones turned me totally 
off so he usually didn’t watch them when I was around, although there have 
been a few that were actually quite instructional!

As we watched I laid on my back and spread my legs wide apart as I started 
masturbating.  God I was already so wet! I heard my dad’s chair rustle behind 
me and I had a good idea why without having to look back! In the past I 
would’ve thought it was the movie that was turning him on but now I wondered 
what was turning him on more – the movie or me? Well, there was only one way 
to find out for sure...

I stopped playing with myself and stood up, licking my pussy juices from my 
fingers.  That in itself wasn't so odd but the way I looked at him while I 
did it was certainly new.  I looked back and indeed, my dad’s rock-hard cock 
was sticking out from his shorts.  He was stroking it with his hand and for a 
few minutes I just stood there watching him as he masturbated.  The only 
difference was this time I knew it t was more than just my dad getting 
himself off.  Plus, this time I stood there wondering what it tasted like and 
how it would feel inside of me!

Goose bumps rose up all over me as I was within an arm’s length of my dad’s 
erect cock and for the first time in my life I looked at it in much the way I 
looked at other men’s cocks – as a sexual organ I craved rather than just my 
dad’s penis.  I almost leaned over to move his hand out of the way and 
substitute my own but I needed one final confirmation.  Despite everything I 
still needed him to make a move towards me that meant he wanted me and wasn't 
just playing around with me.

“Hey dad, I’m going up to my room.  I need to take care of something,” I said 
with a sly grin.

“Oh? Anything you need help with?” he quickly responded – maybe a little TOO 
quickly.

At any other day or time I would have thought he was asking about homework or 
such but now I wondered if he meant something else – something more personal 
perhaps? The look in his eyes suggested it wasn't homework he was interested 
in and I noticed his cock was harder than ever.

“Maybe, it’s up to you,” I responded cryptically.  It could be read in a 
number of ways.  Which way would he respond?

It was indeed now up to him.  What more could I do to signal my intentions 
and desires without writing it out on a sign and walking around him like a 
girl between boxing rounds? If nothing happened now it would be disappointing 
but at least I would finally know one way or the other how he really felt 
about me.

I slowly walked out of the room without pulling the t-shirt down so it was up 
around my midriff, leaving my entire bare ass exposed for him to watch. I 
could practically feel his eyes staring at it as I left.  My heart was 
pounding.  

What would happen next?


Chapter 5 – First Time Sex With My Dad
======================================

Maybe I was reading him totally wrong, but I’d fucked enough boys in the past 
couple of years or so and seen the look in their eyes that told me what they 
wanted.  Now I’d seen that same look in my dad’s eyes for the first time.  As 
I left the room I had a feeling in my gut (or was it really in my pussy?) 
that my dreams of smutting myself to my father, of having him demonstrate his 
love for me by fucking me like he fucked my mother, were about to come true!

Once out of sight all vestiges of my nonchalant attitude disappeared as I 
flew up the stairs to the second floor where back in my bedroom I quickly 
peeled off my t-shirt and flopped back on my bed against the pillows.

Facing the open door, totally naked with my legs spread wide, I closed my 
eyes and started to play with myself.  God I needed that so bad! Yet as good 
as it felt to touch myself, all I could think about was whether or not was I 
finally going to feel my dad’s dick between my legs instead of my fingers.

After a few minutes I glanced briefly at the open door only to see nothing 
but the bathroom door on the opposite side of the hallway.  My heart sank as 
my hopes crashed.  My worst fears were being realized.  Oh my god, he wasn’t 
going to come to me! What an idiot I was to think my father would really want 
me in that way.

Despite my panic, I was still SOOOOO horny that I couldn’t hardly stand it! I 
closed my eyes tightly shut and grabbed my pussy with both hands.   Damn, I 
had been SO sure that I was going to be fucked by my dad and it was hard to 
imagine that all I would be doing was just masturbating now.

Then I heard a squeak of the floor boards and I opened my eyes just enough to 
see my dad standing there, outlined in the doorway.  He must have sneaked up 
the stairs and my heart leaped to my throat as I saw he was stroking a huge 
hard-on as his cock was stuck out of the opening in his shorts.  He just 
stood there watching me playing, stroking his cock like he did when he 
watched women masturbating in one of his nasty porn movies.  Our eyes met and 
somehow we each knew that this was the moment of truth.  My hand froze on my 
pussy as I held my breath, waiting to see what he would do next.

Suddenly he stopped stroking himself and turned away as if to leave. "Damn 
Kelly, I’m so sorry.  I really shouldn't be here now.... not like this.  
Please don't tell your mother what just happened."

"No daddy, please stay,” I pleaded, “I don't want you to go.”

I couldn’t let this opportunity slip through my fingers now.  I KNEW he 
wanted me.  I wanted to open the window and scream out to the world that MY 
DAD WANTS TO FUCK ME! I reached my arms out to him and said, “Oh daddy... you 
MUST realize by now what I want."

My daddy turned again and this time came into the room and stood by the side 
of my bed as he looked down at the me.  I was thrilled to see that his cock 
was still sticking up and out of his shorts, looking as rigid and lovely as 
I’d ever seen it.

I drew a deep breath and whispered, “You know daddy, I’ve been dreaming of 
this ever since I watched you and mom in the hot tub."

He just nodded and smiled and then moved even closer to me.  "Yeah, we 
figured you must have seen us from the way you were so flushed afterwards.  
Is that why you’ve been acting the way you have lately?  You know, I have to 
admit, I’ve been incredibly turned on by your teasing lately.”

He looked at me with narrowed eyes, as if he was really concentrating.  He 
took a long breath, held it and then let it out slowly/

“Tell me Kelly... are you SURE you really want to do this?"

“Oh god yes daddy.”

“Tell me what you want then... I need you tell me what you REALLY want, deep 
down inside.”

My eyes opened wide and my heart was racing.  This was it, this was my chance 
to tell my dad once and for all how much I wanted to give myself to him.  I’d 
prepared an entire speech for just this very moment which I’d practiced over 
and over for the past week.  Suddenly, my mind went blank and all I could 
feel was there ache in my pussy and the pounding of my heart.  What I finally 
said was totally unscripted and came from my heart.

"Oh daddy.  I want to give myself to you… I want you to take me... Oh daddy I 
love you so very much and I want you to do whatever you want with me! I want 
so bad to be a good daughter for you... I just want to make you happy."

“And what do you want me to do to you when I take you?”

I thought I was going to explode with frustration.  He HAD to know that I 
wanted him to fuck me badly and yet he was being so damn cautious!  My dad 
may be a lot of things, but stupid isn’t one of them.  Surely he must realize 
what I wanted to do for him so why was he making me tell him over and over, 
and in such detail?  Why didn't he just fuck me and get it over with?

“I want you to fuck me daddy... show me how much you love me daddy... please 
don’t make me say any more, please just let me give myself to you.  Oh daddy, 
PLEASE fuck me!”

There!! I’d finally said it.  When those last words escaped from my lips my 
heart seemed to stop. God, for the first time in my life I’d asked my own 
father to fuck me!  It was one thing to fantasize about it and to dream about 
saying those words but quite another to actually utter them.  Yet at the same 
time it felt so natural to say them, something deep from my heart to the man 
I wanted to please more than anyone else in the world – my father.

What could possibly be going through his head now?  What does a father think 
when his own daughter asks him to fuck her for the first time?  In his eyes, 
was I now more like some porn slut than his little girl?  Could he still love 
me the same way he always had if I wasn't his innocent little girl?

My dad looked down at me and then reached out to hold my head gently in his 
large hands.  He smiled at me and my heart pounded as my father gave me the 
most loving smile I’d ever seen on his face.

“Oh Kelly... my daughter... my precious little girl,” he whispered, “I’ve 
been waiting so long to hear those words... so long.”

“Fuck me daddy.”

“That’s it, keep asking me Kelly.  God you have no idea how much I love 
hearing you ask me.”

“Fuck me daddy... I want you to do it.”

“Oh god, yes Kelly, I will... I want you so badly! I’ve always wanted you.”

With him standing right in front of me, I grabbed the sides of the elastic 
waist band of his shorts and quickly pulled them straight down.  His cock was 
now free and staring me straight in the eyes.  My hand was shaking as I 
reached for his hard cock.  It was so swollen that could barely get my 
fingers around the entire shaft.

It was an unbelievably surreal moment, one I’ll never forget as long as I 
live!  For the first time in over eight years, and for the first time ever in 
a sexual way, I was actually holding my father’s hard dick!  After all the 
hundreds of times I‘d seen it, all the dozens of times I’d watched him stroke 
it, now it was finally in my hand.  More importantly, it was finally in his 
daughter’s hand.

“Mmmmmmm daddy,” I purred, “You have such a wonderful cock!”

"Oh God Kelly,” my father said with a worried tone to his voice suddenly.  
For just a moment, I was afraid that he was going to lose his courage. 

“Kelly... Do you realize what you’re doing?  I’m your father you know, not 
one of your boyfriends.”

Then he smiled as I continued to massage his cock, forcing his lust to build 
up even more in him.  If there was one thing I knew I was good at it was 
stroking a guy’s cock and my dad was no more immune to my handiwork than any 
other guy. 

“Now don't get me wrong, I’m not telling you NOT to... but are you SURE this 
is what you really want?"

I looked up at him straight in the eyes and smiled as I replied, “Yes I do.  
Oh daddy, I love you so much... I want to show you just how much I really do.  
You can do anything you want to me... ANYTHING.”

“Oh god Kelly,” my dad sighed again, “I love you so very much.”

Then his voice lowered, sounding more husky, more lustful, “You’re such a 
beautiful girl... such a wonderful daughter... oh baby, I want you so bad 
right now.”

He paused and looked at me in a way I’d never seen him look at me before.  
There was a burning hunger in his eyes, a simmering lust that he’d never 
shown me before.  But it was more than just the instinctive animal-like lust 
that most boys displayed when they hungered for me.  It was obvious to me 
that my dad wanted me for more than just sex – he wanted to join with me in 
the most special way a father can be with his daughter.  He loved me and he 
wanted to show me in the most wonderful and intimate way possible.

I can't even begin to express how good it made me feel hearing those words 
from him and seeing the sexual desire he harbored for me.  YES! It made me 
feel so wonderful knowing that my dad loved me so much he wanted to fuck me! 
He didn't want me for how own personal desires, he wanted me as his daughter 
and I wanted more than anything to return that love to him.

I couldn't wait any longer.  There was no reason to be coy anymore, no reason 
to take it slow.  It was time to do what until now I had only dreamed of 
doing.  I looked up at him saying, “Daddy, let me show you how much I love 
you.” 

Now I’d already sucked more than a few of cocks but even so, I found myself a 
bit tentative as I prepared to take my dad’s cock in my mouth. Sure, I was 
pretty confident of my blowjob skills but I remembered how good my mom had 
been when I watched them having sex and I worried that I might not measure up 
to her expertise.

My concerns only served to prove even further how special this was for me.  
For the first time in my life I was more worried about the man whose cock I 
was sucking rather than my own personal pleasure and ego! Sure I wanted guys 
to feel good – after all, they needed to cum if I was going to get a mouthful 
of it.  But every time I’d ever sucked a cock in the past it was because I 
wanted to do it for MY pleasure, to prove how good I was at sucking his dick.  
When a guy gets off it validates my skills and sensuality, something that is 
far more important to me than his pleasure.  (OK, so I’m selfish about it.  I 
haven’t heard any guys complaining!)

This time it was different from any other time I’d given a blowjob.  This 
time all I cared about was my dad’s pleasure.  As I prepared to suck his 
cock, I knew that all I wanted was to give my father the best blowjob I 
possibly could, better than any I’d ever given before.  My goal was not just 
to make him cum so he could squirt it in my mouth, it was to make him feel 
incredible in the process.  I had no idea how many girls had sucked his dick 
in his life, but I wanted the one from his daughter to be the most memorable.

With renewed determination I took just the tip of his cock in my mouth and 
touched it lightly with my tongue.  Then I ran my tongue around the swollen 
head, playfully circling around it and then just under the ridge between his 
mushroom head and shaft.  I put his head back in my mouth, just far enough 
that my lips were around the portion of his shaft under the head.  I sucked 
on his head like it was a warm popsicle.  Then I took more of him in my 
mouth, slowly letting him in, running my tongue around as much as I could.  
He was bigger than the teenage boys I was use to blowing and I felt 
embarrassed when gagged just a bit after his cock hit the back of my throat.

"You're doing great Kelly.  Guess I’m a bit bigger than those teenage boys 
you’ve been fucking,” he chuckled. “Don't worry, you’ll learn to take more of 
it in soon enough.” 

He moaned as my tongue played on a particularly sensitive spot on his cock.  
”Damn girl! Whatever you’re doing, don’t stop.  God it feels incredible! 
Shit, no wonder you’re so popular with the boys!"

It was so cool to hear my dad compliment me on my cock sucking skills.  I 
just looked up at him as I couldn’t say much with my mouth stuffed full of 
his dick.  I nodded my head just enough to let him know that I’d heard him.  
Indeed, I WAS well known among the boys at school and church for my oral 
skills - and I was quite proud of it frankly! It’s always nice to do you’re 
the best at something!

Then my dad couldn’t hold out any longer and he started to fuck my mouth, 
holding my head in his hands as he pushed his dick in and out of my mouth. He 
had to be careful not to push in too far but still, I loved it.  It was a 
challenge trying to suck a cock as big as his but I wanted it more than ever.

As his daughter sucked his cock my dad’s hands began to roam over my naked 
body.  He ran his fingers through my hair and over my neck then down to my 
small breasts.  I shivered when he pinched my tender nipples softly and then 
cupped my firm boob in his hand, squeezing it and massaging it in his big 
hand.

Then he moved down along my body as I laid there on my side, sucking his cock 
like a huge popsicle. I lifted my right leg up and his hand slipped between 
my legs and held my pussy in his palm.  My hips instinctively moved up 
against his hand, wanting him to play with me, to penetrate me.

I was rewarded with the feeling of my father’s fingers exploring me, moving 
in and out of me and then up to my clit, teasing it and touching it.  When he 
put two fingers up into me it was like being fucked and I moaned as I held 
his fat cock in my mouth.  I held his cock and let him fall out of my mouth 
so I could talk.  There was one thing I had to ask, something I had to know.

"Daddy, have you ever dreamed of doing this to me?"

My dad nodded, "Oh yes Kelly, I have... for years actually.”

My eyes must have betrayed my surprise as his smile broadened.

“Oh yeah, I’ve watched you grow up into this beautiful young girl and dreamed 
that someday you’d be mine.  I can’t tell you how jealous I was when I 
learned someone else had taken your virginity."

My heart ached when I hear that and so I pouted slightly saying, “Oh daddy, 
I’m so sorry.  I didn't know!”

He smiled and hugged me warmly. “Kelly, Kelly, Kelly... I promised your 
mother I would never do anything with you until you wanted it.  Do you 
realize I’ve been waiting for this for almost eight years now! Remember when 
you first touched me in the hot tub?”

I nodded and he continued, “God, I wanted you to suck me so bad that day and 
ever since then I’ve watched you and dreamed of this day – the day we would 
become more than just father and daughter... the day I would take you in a 
way no other man ever has or can.”

I smiled as he said this, thrilled as I listened to exactly what I had been 
hoping to hear. I took a deep breath before I responded.

"Daddy, does that mean you really want to fuck me?  Do you really want to 
fuck your own daughter? Will you show me how much you love me?”

My dad hesitated for a moment as if searching for the right words.  "Kelly 
darling, I’ve dreamed of having sex with you so many times I could never 
count them.  I love you so very much and I want nothing more than to make you 
happy in every way I can.  Of course I love you and I’ll do anything to show 
you just how much."

I looked him in the eyes and pleaded with him, "Oh daddy, you make me so 
happy.  More than anything else right now I want you to fuck me; fuck me like 
you fuck mom.” 

I paused for a second, giving him a slutty smile which I hoped appealed to 
his more base instincts.  “You know can have me anyway you want daddy... you 
can do anything to me... and I mean ANYTHING.”

He just smiled at me so I reverted back to what has always worked for me with 
him when it came to getting my way – begging like a little girl.  In this 
case, though, my plea was a little different to say the least! 

Without a word, my dad grabbed me by the waist with both hands and twisted me 
around in bed so I was sideways, on my back facing him as he stood at the 
edge of my bed.  He pressed up on my legs and I took the hint and raised them 
up, grabbing my knees and pulling them back to my chest to expose my sixteen 
year-old pussy to him.

“God your pussy looks so incredible,” he sighed as he stared at my crotch.  
Then he kneeled down and lowered his head, pushing my thighs apart slightly 
with his hands.  I moaned loudly as his wet tongue flickered out like a 
snake’s, teasing my swollen clit and running up and down my wet pussy slit.

“Mmmmmmm, you taste incredible!  Just a I always imagined you would.”

“Oh daddy, that feels SO good!”

Most boys that try to lick my pussy try hard but they just don’t get it.  
It’s like they’re bobbing for apples or something, submerging their heads 
between my legs and running their tongues all over me.  Heck, my little 
Yorkie can lick me better than most of them! What most boys need is for a 
girl to sit down with them and show them her pussy and explain the parts and 
how to stimulate them.

It’s no different than when my mom use to use one of her dildos and explain 
to me how to suck a guy’s cock.  If someone doesn’t teach you, then the only 
way to find out is by experimentation and from I’ve seen, THAT doesn’t seem 
to work very well.

As a result, while I love sucking cock, I’ve never been a big one for 
pressing boys to lick my pussy.  Coincidentally, since boys seem more 
interesting in fucking my pussy than licking it, it’s never been much of an 
issue.  Now, for the first time, I was finding out what it meant to have my 
pussy licked well.

Oh my god, I felt like I’d died and gone to heaven as my dad licked me and 
then grabbed my clit between his teeth, gently tugging on it while his tongue 
continued to tease it inside his mouth.  Just when I thought it couldn't get 
any better, he inserted one of his fingers into my pussy and started fucking 
me like a small cock while he continued to use his mouth on my clit.

I exploded.  There’s just no other way to describe it.  One of the most 
incredible orgasms I’d ever experienced rocked me like a grenade had been set 
off in my pussy and the fragments were hitting every part of my body.  Even 
the tips of my hair seemed to tingle even as I groaned and moaned under the 
non-stop attention my dad was giving my pussy.

“Oh my God Daddy! That feels SO good!”

He didn't say a word, keeping his mouth on me as my hips rocked and humped 
under him, like I was being fucked.  I spread my legs even further so I could 
look down and see his head between my legs, his face buried in my pussy.  
Talk about surreal, it was hard to believe that it was my DAD that I was 
looking it!

Enough was enough, I had to have more.  “Pleeeeeease daddy,” I whined, 
“Please fuck me."

My dad took his cue and stood up, his rigid cock standing out straight like a 
heat-seeking missile aimed directly for my pussy.  I reached out and grabbed 
my dad's rigid cock again and guided him to my waiting pussy.  Once he was 
pressed against me I began to rub the big head around my soaking wet pussy 
hole and hypersensitive clit. God it felt good to feel him against me! 
Finally my father was pressing his dick against the opening to my pussy and I 
could feel him begin to push himself into me when suddenly he hesitated.

"Oh my God I can't believe this... I’m going to fuck my own daughter.”

He looked up at the ceiling with his hands on my waist ready to pull me into 
him.  I got the feeling he hadn’t been talking to me but more like he was 
having an internal debate within himself.  His lust for a young girl versus 
his fatherly instincts to protect his daughter.  There didn't seem to be much 
contest as to which side would win.

“Tell me again Kelly.  Tell me baby one more time what you want."

I gave him the most lustful look I knew how when I replied, "Oh yes daddy, 
YES! Come in me now.  Push yourself into my pussy.  I want soooooo bad to see 
and feel my daddy's hard cock in me.  Fuck me daddy... fuck me.”

He STILL hesitated! Looking back, who could blame him? This wasn't something 
that he could ever take back, something that he could ever undo or pretend 
had never happened.  This wasn't just sex, it was incest.  It was almost like 
losing my virginity all over again – a once in a lifetime thing.

“Come on daddy!... Don’t up want you to feel your daughter's little wet pussy 
squeeze you?”

I let my words sink in a bit and then slowly and softly I whispered to him in 
a deliberate tone.  Maybe he needed me to be more of a slut and less of a 
daughter, more of someone to fuck and not someone he had held in his arms 
since she was born.

“Do it to me... fuck me... I want to feel you inside of me!" 

“Oh yea baby, keep telling me what you want.”

“Shove your hard cock in me, fuck me hard daddy, fuck me like you’ve always 
wanted to.”

That seemed to find the right spot as I appealed to the pent-up lust that had 
been building in him all these years.  I knew for certain now, without a 
trace of doubt, that my father wanted to fuck me.  My heart raced as I 
realized that all these years it wasn't the porn movies or movie stars that 
had been turning him on, it was ME.  It made me feel so proud, so wonderful, 
so sexy, and yes, so... loved!

I lifted my hips up against him as if I was trying to force him into me.  He 
didn’t hesitate any further and with a grunt he pushed his cock into me. My 
god!  At first I thought he was going to split me in two he was so big!  I 
watched in fascination as my dad's cock slowly disappeared, inch by inch 
moving inside of me for the very first time.  

While I watched him entering me I could feel him at the same time, feel him 
filling my cunt with his dick.  I focused completely on his dick entering me, 
trying to sear it into my memory for all time.  I never wanted to forget this 
moment, as I watched and felt my own father’s cock inside of me.

“Deeper daddy... put it all the way in me.  Give it all to me.”

Finally he was completely in me, buried to the hilt with his hairy crotch 
pressed tight against me and his cock completely out of sight.  He held it 
still at first and I could feel him throbbing deep inside of me.  I almost 
couldn’t believe it, this had to be a dream.  In my head the same words were 
screaming over and over... Oh... my... God... my dad was actually fucking me, 
he was really screwing his sixteen year-old daughter!

After all those times in the past weeks I’d dreamed of this, it was finally 
coming true.  My pussy felt totally filled as my father's cock trembled 
inside of me.

“God your pussy feels so good!” he groaned.  “It’s even tighter than I’d 
imagined it would be.”

After a few seconds he began to stroke it slowly in and out of me as I moaned 
with the intense pleasure it was giving me.  It wasn't just the physical 
pleasure that made me feel so good – it was the intense emotions sweeping 
through me that were being created by the knowledge that my own father’s dick 
was now inside of me.  Both the physical and emotional elements were driving 
me to what I knew was going to be yet another monstrous orgasm!

"That feels soooooo good! Oh daddy, you feel so wonderful inside of me," I 
moaned.

It felt so good to have him in me finally.  When he pulled out I wanted to 
thrust my hips upward to suck him back in me again.  Then when he pushed back 
into me it was like he was going to drill all the way into my stomach he was 
so deep into me.  I felt the base of his cock pressed tightly against my 
fuzzy pussy, pressing me down into my bed as it tried to get in as far as he 
could force it.

We fucked for what seemed like ages.  He tossed me around the bed like a toy 
doll, putting me in different positions and giving me instructions at times.

Finally I could feel him swelling even more than I thought possible and his 
strokes were getting faster and harder.  I knew he was about to cum and I 
knew that there was only one place I wanted him to release his load for the 
first time with me – it just HAD to be in my pussy! Fortunately, he felt the 
same way.

"Oh baby doll... I’m gonna cum so hard! Oh sweetie I can't bear the thought 
of pulling out of your tight pussy.  Get ready, your daddy’s almost there and 
he’s gonna cum inside of you.” 

I locked my arms and legs around him to show that I wanted him to stay in me.  
I wanted his cum in me so bad.  I wanted to feel him giving me the ultimate 
sign of a father’s love for his daughter, to give me something he had never 
given me before, something he gave to no other woman other than my mother.

“Oh yeah, you want it there too - don’t you?  Don’t worry, I’m going to fill 
my daughter's little pussy with more cum than she can handle! “

OH MY GOD! My dad wanted to cum in me! I wanted his cum in me.  No, it was 
more like I NEEDED his cum in me, needed him to burst in me like a hot flood 
being released from a broken dam.  This was the moment that would show me 
just how much he REALLY wanted me, how much he REALLY loved me. Hearing him 
tell me he wanted to mate with me was the last straw as a tremendous orgasm 
swept through me like the blast from an atom bomb.

God, I thought I had cum hard before but it was nothing compared to this.  I 
had never dreamed I could cum this hard! I lost track of everything, where I 
was and what the time was.  It was like being on another planet, if not 
another universe.  I felt like I was floating, my body felt weightless 
composed of nothing but wave after wave of the most intense pleasure I could 
ever have imagined.  My pussy clamped down on his cock like a vise, trying to 
hold onto him and never letting him go.

“Oh God, fuck me daddy!!” I cried out as I felt his cock responding to the 
tight grip of my pussy.   

“FUCK ME!” I screamed out to him, wanting so bad for him to cum in me while 
my orgasm was peaking.

My dad didn’t disappoint me. His breathing was fast and heavy as he tried to 
talk to me, “OK here it is, oh lord – I’m cumming in my little girl!"

His back arched and his head pulled backwards as a loud groan escaped from 
him.   He thrust himself into deeper into me with each load of his cum. It 
seemed he would never stop as load after load exploded from him, his 
incestuous sperm emerging from his cock and shooting deep into his daughter’s 
welcoming pussy for the first time.

As he kept stroking his cum began to leak from my pussy and I could feel it 
dripping down my ass onto the bed sheets.  My orgasm, which had just started 
to wane, picked up in full force again as my cunt clamped down on his cock, 
literally squeezing the cum from him.  A final moan and he just held himself 
completely inside of me, trying to catch his breath.

"Oh my God I never dreamed fucking my daughter would be feel so good! How do 
you feel baby? How did it feel to have your daddy fuck you?"

At first I didn't know if I could even speak but the words burst from me like 
a flood.

"Oh daddy, I loved it.  I’m so happy that you fucked me.  Ohhhhhhhhh, you 
feel so hot inside me now! Please stay in me for a while! I love the feeling, 
being one with you, joined with you, feeling a part of your body inside of 
mine.  Oh daddy I love you so much."

It was like I couldn't stop talking now, like I had to keep telling him over 
and over how much I loved what he had done. It was all true, my dad WAS 
joined with me.  Father and daughter were one for the very first time, joined 
in the most intimate way possible, coupled in way very few fathers ever get 
to experience with their daughters.  My father’s cum was in me, a part of him 
left behind as sign of his love for me.

After he’d cum and his sexual tensions had been released, his mind, clouded 
with a sexual lust he’d never experienced before, began clear.  As it did, my 
dad seemed to realize just what he had just done to his little girl, how he 
had violated his own daughter’s sexuality in a way that could never be 
undone.  It's not like I was so innocent and hadn’t had sex before; but he 
knew that as my father, fucking me was much more serious than fucking almost 
anyone else and that the responsibility was his.  We both knew it and I was 
glad when he spoke again, glad to see he didn't regret it or felt bad about 
doing it. 

"Oh my God, I can't believe this.  I just fucked my own daughter," he sighed.  

But just as quickly a hint of the old lust was restored and he grinned at me 
saying, “But dammit, it was incredible.  God you’re an incredible fuck.”

He started to pull out of pussy but I pressed up against him, trying my best 
to keep him in me.  The way I felt at that moment, he could have stayed in me 
forever! I looked at him and kissed him.  Not a "family" kiss but the 
passionate kind that he would get from a lover.  My tongue slipped into his 
mouth and he responded in kind.  For the first time we kissed as a father and 
daughter who had shared their most intimate feelings and bodies.  Our nude 
bodies pressed against each other and his cock throbbed with his pulse inside 
of me.

"Oh Daddy, I wanted this just as much as you did. From now on I want you to 
take me anytime you want.  Fuck me whenever you want - every day or even more 
if you need it.  I love you daddy, doesn't what we just did prove that to 
you?"

My father looked at me and smiled. "You don't have to do anything to prove 
your love for me Kelly – don’t ever think that.  I love you no matter what. 
It’s just so incredible to be able to express ourselves in this way. Mmmmmmm, 
now why don’t you just lay back and relax while you feel me inside of you."

I did just that and for the next few minutes felt as satisfied and secure as 
I had ever felt in my life.  After all, here I was in bed with my father’s 
cock nestled inside of me, his sperm draining from my pussy as the 
aftershocks of my orgasm slowly died down.

Eventually, of course, he had to slip out of me and my pussy felt so empty at 
first without him.  It was like suddenly a part of me was missing.  I stayed 
in my bed as he went back to bathroom and then back down to the family room.  
I drifted off to sleep dreaming of how it felt those first few moments when 
he first came in me.

My last thoughts were that there was one thing I was sure of and that was my 
life had just changed forever.  It would never be the same again with my dad 
– and I was .happy about it.  My daddy had shown me his love and I couldn’t 
wait for him to do it again... and again... and again!

THE END 
