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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Basically I learned most everything I needed to know about sex from my 
mom.  She was also the one who got me on birth control when I became 
sexually active.  Unlike most girls who have to hide what they do with 
their boyfriends from their parents, when I gave up my virginity at the 
ripe old age of fourteen I couldn't wait to get home and tell my Mom all 
about it.  After that she insisted that I tell her everything did on my 
dates with every guy I’ve been with – and I do mean EVERYTHING.  She use 
to joke with me that my 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 an eye on us, especially when I was with a 
new boy.  It also made me feel more secure knowing that my dad was 
keeping an eye on things.

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

My mind churned as I started to think about how in recent years that my 
dad was getting an erection more and more often when he saw me nude or 
playing with myself, or at least he wasn’t hiding it as much as he use 
to.  Until now I was appreciative (and a little amused) that he was 
turned on by me yet I knew deep down that it meant nothing more to him 
personally then when he would get horny from some anonymous slut in a 
dirty video.  It couldn’t have been ME, his daughter, that he was getting 
hard thinking about, it was the “girl” he saw.  In a way, I guess you 
could say I considered myself a facilitator, not a participant, of my 
dad’s sexual fantasies. That’s a LONG ways 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.  Noooooo, I wanted my dad to 
fuck me! Despite my rationalizations that what I was watching was a 
mother-father thing, not just sex, I still couldn't help but feeling hot 
but yet there was this other side of me that was trying to tell me that 
such feelings were wrong.  But yet the more I thought about it the more I 
had to ask, why?  Just because he was my father didn't mean we couldn't 
share our most intimate feelings.  So it was incest?  So what?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Well, sleep tight baby,” he whispered.

“G’nite daddy... luv ya.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Chapter 3 – Debating Incest
===========================

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Chapter 4 – “Seducing” My Dad
=============================

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“It’s OK mom... I liked it!” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Hey daddy! How are you feeling tonight?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

What would happen next?


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh god yes daddy.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fuck me daddy.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh daddy, that feels SO good!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

THE END