My First Time with My Dad

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


Chapter 1 – My Life Before i****t
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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 s****r. No doubt it
helped that she only gave birth to one c***d. I was a rough delivery and so
based on her doctor’s recommendation, my mom didn't have any more c***dren.
As her only c***d, 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 f***ed, 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 f****y 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 sl**ping 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 k**s when they were going through
puberty, I was always trying hard not to be a “k**” anymore. Once I tried it
I found that it just felt better to sl**p 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 k**s 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 k**s 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 k**s, 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 c***dhood 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 f******n 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 f******n 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 k**s. Certainly there was nothing that would have caused me to think
that anything like i****t would ever enter my life.


Chapter 2 – An Attitude Adjustment
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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 d***k 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 i****t? So what?

My parents and I had discussed a lot things regarding sex as I grew up but
i****t 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 i****t, 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 asl**p 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, sl**p 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 asl**p 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 i****t
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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 bl**d, 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
f****y 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 i****t 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 i****t until now was from the news when some perverted father would
**** 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 f***e 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 f****y 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 f***e 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 f******n 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 i****t. 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 i****t.

Maybe we didn't discuss i****t 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 f****y 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 bl**d 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 c***d 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 f****y 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 f****y 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 f****y 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 a****l-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 i****t. 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 f***e 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 f***e 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
i****tuous 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 f***e 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 "f****y" 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 f****y room.
I drifted off to sl**p 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

100% (78/0)
 
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Posted by fotisampini
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18 days ago
Very well done!! YUM!
2 months ago
Ausgezeichnete Geschichte. Sehr gut geschrieben und sehr eine Freude zu lesen.
5 months ago
that's 2 stupid comments from "gest90" that I have seen today!!!! why did he make a comment on a really long story or did he skip most of it.
6 months ago
best story i've read in a long time. thanks for sharing
7 months ago
Excellent story. Very well written and quite a joy to read. Thank you for sharing!
jlcclc
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8 months ago
Don't know about an alien. This story reminds me of some of the books my Dad read back in the 70s. Very horny due to the stray from reality. Enjoyable read but I see your point.
10 months ago
Incest is always tragic story about lust and innocence in pure love.
11 months ago
Wow! I loved it an all the while I wished it could happen to me..I really wish it will.
11 months ago
got as far as her innocently stating her dad would just jerk off in front of her like it was as normal as picking his nose and had to stop reading, nothing wrong with fantasies but at least try and keep some semblance of reality, wonder if she fucked the alien that lived in the attic before the end of the story?
john5516
retired
11 months ago
amazing story. do not think i would be brave enough to have tried it. did think about my older brother. xx linda
11 months ago
absolutely beautiful story puts mine in the shade thank you for sharing