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First Time with Daddy

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.My parents keep themselves in pretty good shape and my mom still looks fantastic in her bikini while my dad still wears the same pant size from when he graduated from college. Indeed, my Mom loves it when people mistake her for my older sister! No doubt it helps 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 with her – and I mean EVERYTHING.My mom was the one that taught me to masturbate (yeah, some things come natural but it never hurts to get a few pointers) and basically I learned most everything I needed to know about sex from her. She 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. Since then I've told her everything I've ever done with every guy I've been with. I think she lives vicariously through me as both of my parents take their wedding vows very seriously and she would never go out and cheat on my dad.Speaking of hiding things from your parents, it's always seemed a shame to me that when it comes to sex, most parents shroud it in mystery, treating the subject as taboo and putting their kids on 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 respectful AND responsibility.From my earliest memories, nudity was never anything to be ashamed of yet at the same time, it wasn't necessarily something to be flaunted either. For instance, while it was typical for us to be naked in the hot tub, we didn't lounge around nude in the family room watching TV. 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.I started sleeping nude when I was turned twelve; not for any sex-related reasons but more because that was how my parents slept and I was trying at that age not to be a "kid". Once I tried it, I found that it just felt better to sleep nude and so I have ever since. Now when I spend the night at a friends house and thus wear pajamas or a nightshirt, I feel uncomfortable and restricted the entire night!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.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 of eroticism over the tastelessness of vulgarity. On top of all that, their marriage was a daily demonstration to me of the emotional fulfillment of a strong marriage, committed relationship where both were partners that never cheated on the other, not even if they had "permission".Although my parents never actually made love in front of me while I was growing up, I knew they did frequently - it was the only time the bedroom door was closed so they may as well have just hung out a sign! One of the greatest gifts my parents gave me throughout my childhood was the security that comes from knowing that your 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 their inner needs and emotions 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 won't stop them, but it may result in an unhealthy attitude and lack of respect for their own sexuality.I remember that while I was growing up my parents (especially my dad) masturbated frequently and they made no effort to hide it. The key was that like nudity, they didn't flaunt it either. As for myself, whether watching a sexy movie or just feeling horny, I've never felt inhibited from touching myself to release the sexual tension that often builds in me. Why not do it when you need to rather than wait to go off and hide?One of the many problems created when sex so treated as secretive and taboo is that most people instantly assume that if someone is nude or masturbates around someone else, that there is some inference of a desire for a sexual relationship. 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, he was just horny. My mother had a drawer full of vibrators next to her bed which she used regularly. When I started masturbating she offered them to me but that didn't mean she wanted to use them ON me!People who have been raised in home where sex is kept hidden away and masturbation is ridiculed (even though everyone does it) have a hard time understanding all of this, but if they would sit down and get their minds out of the sexual gutters their upbringing has thrown them in, they might understand that my home environment was much more healthy than theirs, especially when it comes to self-confidence and respect for others.Needless to say as I grew older a lot of things changed as I physically and mentally matured. I went through the natural progression of curiosity, masturbation, and oral sex. When I was fourteen I had sex for the first time with my boyfriend. He was followed by a number of boys. Most of the time it was just oral sex, but I enjoyed fucking as much as the next girl.Naturally, my parents knew about everything I did along the way and in fact, they actually 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 date and listen to me as I would tell her every detail. I'm not sure who got turned on more during those special mother-daughter times - her listening to how her little girl fucked her boyfriends or me telling her and seeing her reactions. It wasn't unusual for her to leave after I was through and make use of the contents of that drawer next to her bed. If anything, I got a thrill from the way my mom seemed to be reliving her teen years vicariously through me.My dad was interested as well but he seemed more concerned that I took precautions to keep myself safe. Believe it or not, my dad actually preferred that I bring boys home to fuck because then at least he knew I was OK. I appreciated that he was anxious about me so I would leave the door to my bedroom cracked open for him to keep on eye on us, especially when I was with a new boy. It made me feel secure knowing that my dad was there watching out for me.Now before you think of me as being totally naïve, of course I knew he enjoyed watching us and it didn't bother me that he usually masturbated afterwards. My mom would tell me that he IS a man after all and I would have more worried if he DIDN'T get turned on seeing two young teenagers fucking, even if one of them was his daughter!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. I found that I really enjoyed blowjobs and personally, I felt I had a natural knack for them. Thus while I may have been at least a little selective over whose penis found its way into my vagina, I took advantage of every opportunity I had to suck cock. I was 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!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. Now, with all the sexual activity in my life by the time I was only sixteen, I guess it was only natural that my relationships with my parents would change as well…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 people standing around smoking and drinking – neither of which I did nor did I enjoy being around people who do. The guy who brought me was pretty hunky 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. I figured the family room must be empty and that my parents had have left for the evening. There wasn't a note or anything which didn't surprise me as they would have assumed I was going to be late and that they would be back before then. Once upstairs, I noticed their bedroom was also empty, confirming my theory. Entering my bedroom, I was about to turn on the light when I heard something from outside my window.Our bedrooms are on the second floor and mine overlooks the back deck which includes a large hot tub. Peeking out the window between the drawn blinds, I couldn't believe my eyes - my parents were both in the hot tub. Now that in and of itself wasn't unusual as we definitely got our money's worth from that hot tub. What WAS surprising though, was that they were going at it like two horny teenagers in heat! Needless to say, they were both nude and my dad was seated on the edge while my mom was underwater except for her head and shoulders which were between his 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 sucking it. I smiled to myself as Mom demonstrated some pretty impressive cocksucking skills. Obviously she'd had lots of practice! Her face was buried in my Dad's wet crotch and she was taking all of his wonderful 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!I turned back to the window and looked down at them as they made passionate love. After a while they reversed positions to where she was seated with her legs spread wide open while he was between them, licking her cunt with its matted wet hair. Then he stood up and I stared, afraid that if I blinked I would miss something, as my mom used her hand to guide my dad's cock into her cunt. I drew in a sharp breath as for the first time in my life I saw him penetrate her. She threw her head back and arched her back as he thrust himself into her.There was a tingle in my cunt as I imagined how my mom must be feeling at that moment, feeling her hungry cunt being filled by her lover's swollen cock. I watched as he fucked her over and over, including several positions I had never tried. The more I watched the more I was realized that I was getting incredibly turned on! To my astonishment, my cunt was getting warmer by the second and my mouth was dry like a desert. It didn't help that I hadn't been fucked tonight the way I had expected to be. Suddenly it dawned on me. My god, for the first time in my life I was feeling a sexual attraction to my own parents! Sure I would get horny sometimes 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.I had noticed that my dad was getting an erection more often lately when he saw me nude or playing with myself, but I always taken that to mean he was turned on in the same way he got horny from watching some slut in a dirty movie. It wasn't ME he was getting hard about, it was the girl he saw. What I was feeling now was something entirely new for me. For the first time it wasn't my boyfriend's cock I was thinking of - I wanted my dad's!At first I was shocked that I could even be thinking this way. I mean, what kind of kinky girl would want to suck her own father's cock? Even worse, it wasn't just a blow job that I wanted either - I wanted him to fuck me! I felt so confused at that moment as I tried to understand the feelings that were emerging, feelings that were so new to me yet so incredibly strong I felt almost overwhelmed by them.The more I watched my mom and dad, the hornier I got and the more I wanted him to do that to me. My initial feelings of revulsion quickly gave way to a level of lust and desire that I'd never felt for any man before. I loved my father and would do anything for him. Suddenly I understood 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 daughter! I always wanted to please my father and I wondered if he would accept what I wanted to give him.I stood there by the window, watching them intently as I began to play with myself. My 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 cunt lips and up inside of me as I watched my father's hard cock moving in and out of my mother's hot cunt. As my finger pushed inside of me I imagined it was my fathers dick as he entered me for the first time.After a while I was so worked up it was all I could do to not run down there and join them! Eventually my dad came and 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 cunt - his own daughter's cunt at that. What would it be like to have your own father fuck you? Would he even do it?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 god, what would they say if they knew their own daughter had just masturbated while dreaming of having sex with them!?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 them? Even worse, for my parents making love was something intimate that they had 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 in a state of panic as 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 door and I knew that someone must be checking out my room. 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.I kept my eyes closed as I pretended to be asleep but I could imagine them looking at each other, wondering how long I'd been home and if I'd seen them. I opened my eyes, blinking at the light and acting as if I was just waking up, flashing what I hoped was an innocent smile. Just my dad was standing there, silhouetted against the hallway light. He was still nude from 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."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. It was like being Adam and Eve in the garden, aware of their nudity for the first time when before that it wasn't even something they thought about.I couldn't help but glance at his crotch and look at his dick hanging in 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 like he had woken me from a dream and none of what had just happened was real. Yet I knew it WAS 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 me he didn't make any indication of it before leaving to go to their bedroom. I just laid there and let out a long breath. Did he have any idea what I was thinking when I looked at his 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.I came again as imagined sucking my dad's cock as 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 loved fucking me.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 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 had 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 had a RIGHT to do so. Thus by withholding myself from him, as I had for so many years, 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 cunt constantly as I replayed over and over how my dad made love to my mom that night. I fantasized about having my dad doing those same things to me, dreaming about what might have happened if I had surprised them by jumping in the hot tub while they were making love. Would they have let me join in and made it a 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 been crazy but I wanted my own father to fuck me! I wanted 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.My thoughts about my father weren't about being fucked for fun. To be honest, I could get laid every night if that's what I wanted. No, this was becoming more and more about pleasing my father, about honoring my duties as a daughter, about duties I was becoming painfully aware that I had failed to meet. The more I read my Bible and thought about it, the more guilty I felt as I realized I had been withholding something from him that he deserved, something he had earned – ME.It also dawned on me that incest was not something I'd ever discussed with my parents. I suppose it was more because there was no reason to discuss it than a conscious decision not to. Thus all I 'd ever heard about incest was from the news when some perverted father would rape or abuse his daughter. I had no idea how my parents felt about the subject. Was it something they had 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.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!Now that I was thinking about my parents 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 had 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 eight and I had first seen him stroking himself in their bedroom. My mom had caught me and explained to me what was happening. Later that night when we were all in the hot tub my mom told me to hold and stroke his cock so I know what a man felt like. Until now I'd always thought they were just teaching me ABOUT sex - not trying to HAVE sex with me.Although I remained confident that that was still the case, I also remembered how fast my dad got hard that night when I was holding him in my hand. I had no idea at the time what the effect was on him of having his young daughter stroking his dick, even if I was only eight! It would have been different if they had told me to suck him or stroke him until he came. I'm sure that I would've done so had he asked but I wouldn't have understood what I was doing.Even though I never touched him that way again for eight years, I certainly saw his cock grow and erupt many times as I grew up – my dad masturbated a LOT. Nevertheless I never once thought it was because of me even though I knew my dad was looking at me a lot closer the past couple of years as I began to grow in all the right places.Actually I was flattered that I was starting to look attractive and sexy enough to catch his eye as 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 looked at a lot of pretty girls so it wasn't like he fucked every girl he enjoyed looking at so why would it be any different with me?My father had never made any overt move towards me in a sexual way. Just because he got an erection when I was around, did that mean he was excited about me or was it the pretty girl on TV at the same time? Of course I knew he was turned on when he would secretly watch me having sex with a boyfriend in my room or saw me masturbate. Mom had explained to me years ago when I first started maturing that my father was still a man and men had certain reactions which they couldn't control. Thus 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 with my parents was now making it hard for me to hint to my dad what my real desires were!In the end, I assumed I would have to "seduce him" somehow or otherwise talk him into it. 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 or not. Would he be offended? What if in doing do it hurt our relationship which, although not sexual at the time, was still very close from an emotional perspective?Rather than approach him directly, I started flirting with my dad, trying to advertise that I was "available". 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. If I sat on his lap and rubbed my 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!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. My dad had promised my mom that he would NOT do what her dad had done, force himself upon his daughter the first time. Even though in her case it 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 not wrong very often, but this was one time she overreacted. In her case her dad had come into her bedroom when she was only twelve and taken her virginity. Although she hadn't resisted, at the same time it wasn't something she had expected or was ready for. Well, my dad certainly didn't need to do that with me, but he COULD have at least let me know how he felt. I was SO frustrated at what I thought was his lack of interest in me sexually. It would have been so much easier if he had told me and I could then have offered myself to him.With things they were, I found myself debated once again whether I shouldn't just come right out and ask him. I could just imagine how THAT conversation would go…… "Hi daddy, wanna fuck me?" For once I could sympathize with some poor boy trying to work up the courage to ask a girl to a dance. I had never experienced such intense fear of rejection. As much as I wanted him to do me, if he turned me down I think I would have been devastated.The problem I faced was that I was almost certain by now that he was turned on by me. He probably was masturbating by fantasizing about me but did that really mean anything? 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. Thus even if my dad WAS jerking off thinking of me, even if I DID turn him on when I masturbated, that didn't necessarily mean the fantasies he was having about me would ever translate to reality.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. It use to bother me then when people did that and now 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 than anything physical. She pointed out that strippers knew this which is why they just didn'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 mixed 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 his naked daughter, but as a hot young nude girl 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 at this "revelation" and 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.The next evening I went in 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 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 never told me to get off either.I leaned against him with my arm around his neck and nuzzled my face into his shoulder and neck. Mmmmmm, he smelled so good! As I settled in, my boobs pressed against his bare chest through the thin cotton of the t-shirt I was wearing. I was rewarded with the feeling of something growing under me. His dick usually responded that way when I was on his lap but until now I had never made a direct connection between his erections and any erotic thoughts about me. I figured it was just a natural reaction of the pressure against his dick that caused an involuntary reaction. That's what my mom told me anyway. Now I thought that maybe she had been trying to keep me from knowing the REAL reason it happened.As usual I had 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 against his lap. In the past, I hadn't thought much about how it 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 cunt but a thin piece of cloth. His dick was pressing more firmly against me and it thrilled me as I realized that he was getting hard 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 more I sat on his lap, the hornier I could feel myself getting and I wanted badly to rub my cunt. That was one thing I hadn't ever done – masturbate while I sat on his lap. Playing with myself on the couch while my parents watched TV was one thing. Doing on his lap was something else entirely. Sure there had been times when I was horny on his lap and had gotten off to relieve some tension, but it wasn't my DAD that was making me horny. This was the first time in my life I was horny as hell sitting on his lap and 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, but working up the courage was not nearly as easy as when I had fantasized about it earlier in the day.After about thirty minutes or so of debating, I was still too chicken to do anything but sit on his lap. My dad was starting to shift his weight around, a sign that I was indeed not as little a I use to be and starting to get heavy on his lap. I knew it wouldn't be long before he "suggested" I get off and let the blood return to his legs or some other silly comment. Usually that meant getting off and taking my place on the couch across the room. Time as 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 the energy. Here goes nothing! I took my left hand and reached down between my legs and cupped my cunt. I used my middle finger to rub my clit slowly and a slight gasp escaped through my closed lips before I could stop it."Somebody a little horny tonight?"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 after that she was looking over our way a lot more often."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 against him."Ummmmm, seems like 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."Do you mind daddy?" I whispered in his ear, "I don't mean to upset you.""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 masturbated, all I could think about was what my dad must be thinking. I'd never done anything so overtly sexual with him before. Sure it was just me touching myself, not quite like I had reached down and grabbed his erect dick. Even so, I'd never played with myself while he held me.My cunt 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 hard for so long."Kelly, don't you think you should be doing that on the couch?"Evidently my mom had figured things had gone far enough. Technically she was correct. It was just common courtesy. Did she have any idea WHY I was doing this? Was she just teaching me manners or was she trying to keep me from seducing her husband?"It's OK Mary, she's not bothering me."My dad tried 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. I pulled my hand from between my legs and gave my dad a peck on the cheek before working my way off his lap. As I got up I saw his dick was raising his pants like a 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 had pushed things far enough as it was for one night. Instead, I made my way to my room where it only took a few minutes of furious cunt play to make myself cum like a flood as I dreamed of my dad's hard cock. God, it has only been an inch or so away from my cunt but yet it may as well have been a mile.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 had 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 you 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, "Don't spank me!"My dad laughed and put his hand on my waist to pull me closer to him. His other hand reached around to cup my naked ass and his open palm and fingers rubbed it in little circles."There, does it feel better now?" he asked, as if he was only rubbing 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 …I liked it!" 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 although 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 pat me on the bottom for encouragement but never before had his hand lingered this way and certainly he had never rubbed before it like he just had. Hmmmmm, maybe there was hope after all!While my dad seemed to be responding the way I had 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 than later she acted as if nothing had happened. Was she really offended by what I was doing lately or did she feel she 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 – one of my dad's dress shirts. I would steal one from his closet and then wear it for the evening. I even took a few later on 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 cunt from view but the sides were cut to show off my hips and legs. I starting to run around without buttoning them and even though they were still so big that they huge enough to cover 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. His flaccid cock pressed against my stomach but I could have 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 me that he had 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 gone I changed into a thin white cotton t-shirt. It was even shorter than even the version normally wore which essentially left me walking around totally bottomless. Of course I was wearing nothing underneath so my trimmed cunt 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 cunt 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 girl, hate to be the one to tell you this but I think you outgrew that t-shirt a couple of years ago!"I gave him my sweetest little girl innocent look and pretended to pout"Why, is there something wrong with it daddy? I can go change if you want me to."It was all I could do to keep a straight face at how fast my dad shook his head."On no - don't bother. It's OK I guess."He tired to laugh to make it appear he didn't care but at the same time I noticed he was looking at me in a way I hadn't 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. I had to admit that it seemed a bit strange to have my own father look at me that way but 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 cunt.I could feel my cunt beginning to throb as I thought of him watching me, looking at me and hopefully wanting me. It wasn't like my dad had never seen my cunt before yet somehow there seemed to be a huge difference between he SEEING my cunt and LOOKING at it.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 first hand 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 so I tolerated them. The really hard core ones turned me totally off so he usually didn't watch them when I was around.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 looking 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 cunt juices from my fingers. That in itself wasn't so odd but the way O 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 masturbating. The only difference was this time it was more than just my dad getting himself off. 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 cock and for the first time in my life I looked at it 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? If nothing happened now it would be disappointing but at least I would finally know one way or the other how he 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.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. That same look had been in my dad's eyes. Somehow I had the feeling in my gut (or was it in my cunt?) that my dream of having my dad fuck me was about to come true!Once out of sight I flew up the stairs to the second floor where back In my room I quickly peeled off my t-shirt and flopped back on my bed against the pillows. Facing the open door with my legs spread wide, I closed my eyes and started to play with myself. Damn, was I finally going to feel my dad between my legs instead of my hand?After a few minutes I glanced briefly at the open door only to see nothing but the bathroom door on the opposite side. My heart sank as my hopes crashed. Oh my god, he wasn't going to come to me! My worst fears were being realized. What an idiot I was to think my father would want me that way. I closed my eyes and grabbed my cunt with both hands. God I was SOOOOO horny I couldn't stand it! I was so sure I was going to be fucked by my dad and it was hard to imagine just masturbating now.Then I heard a squeak of the floor boards and I looked up to see my dad standing there outlined in the doorway. He must have sneaked up the stairs and 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. Suddenly he stopped stroking himself and turned away as if to leave. "Damn Kelly, I am sorry. I really shouldn't be here now. Please don't tell you mother what just happened.""No daddy, please stay," I pleaded.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 WANTED 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 your cock 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…..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 cunt 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 have me!""And what do you want me to do to you when I take you?"I thought I was going to explode. I wanted him to fuck me so badly and he was being so cautious! My dad may be a lot of things, but stupid isn't one of them. Surely he must realize what I wanted? If 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…….please don't make me say any more, please just fuck me."There!! I'd finally said it. The words escaped from my lips and for an instant my heart seemed to stop. God, for the first time in my life I'd asked my dad 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.What could possibly be going through his head now? What does a father think when his own daughter asks him to fuck her? 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?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. God you have no idea how much I love hearing you ask me.""Fuck me daddy… I want you to do it.""Oh god, I will……I want you so badly!"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. I took his hard cock in my hand, barely able to get my fingers around the entire shaft.It was an unbelievable moment, one I'll never forget as long as I live!. For the first time in over eight years I was actually holding my father's hard dick! All the times I 'd seen it, all the times I'd watched him stroke it, now it was finally in my hand, his daughter's hand."Mmmmmm daddy," I purred, "You have 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, not one of your fuck buddies."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."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."He paused and looked at me in a way I'd never seen him look at me before. There was a hunger in his eyes, a lust that he had never permitted me to see before. But it was more than just the animal-like lust that most men displayed when they hungered for me. 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.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, to take it slow. It was time to do what until now I had only dreamed of doing. I looked up at him saying, "Let me show you how much I love you." Now I had 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. I was extremely confident of my blowjob skills but I remembered how good my mom had been on him when I watched and I worried I might not measure up to her.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! 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. The guy got off, it meant to me as a validation of my skills and sensuality than his pleasure. (OK, so I'm selfish about it. I haven't heard any guys complaining!)This time it was different, 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 he feel incredible in the process.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 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 so big I could barely get half of him in. though. He could tell that I had all I could fit when I 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!"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. I was indeed well known among the boys at school and church for my oral skills - and quite proud of it frankly!Then my dad started to fuck my mouth, holding my head in his hands as he pushed himself in and out of my mouth. He had to be careful not to push in too far but in all I loved it. It was a challenge trying to suck a cock as big as his but I wanted it more than ever.As I 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 cunt 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 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?"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."I looked him in the eyes and pleaded with him, "Oh daddy, you can make me 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 cunt to him."God you look so incredible," he sighed as he stared at my cunt. Then he kneeled down and lowered his head to my cunt, pushing my thighs apart slightly with his hands. I moaned loudly as his tongue flickered out like a snake's, teasing my clit and running up and down my cunt slit."Mmmmmm, you taste incredible!""Oh daddy, that feels SO good!"Most boys that try to lick my cunt try hard but they just don't get it. It's like they are bobbing for apples or something, submerging their heads between my legs and running their tongues all over me. 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 cunt and explain the parts and how to stimulate them. It's not 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 cunt. Since guys seem more interesting in fucking my cunt 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 cunt licked well. 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 cunt and started fucking me like a small cock while he continued to use his mouth on my clit.I exploded. There's 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 cunt and the fragments were hitting every part of my body. My hair seemed to tingle even as I groaned and moaned under the non-stop attention my dad was giving my cunt.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 cunt. It was hard to believe that it was my DAD that I was looking it!"Pleeeeeease daddy," I whined, "Please fuck me."My dad took his cue and stood up, his rigid cock standing out straight like a missile aimed for my cunt. I reached out and grabbed my dad's rigid cock again and guided him to my waiting wet cunt. Once he was pressed against me I began to rub the big head around my soaking wet cunt 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 cunt 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 cunt. I want soooo bad to see and feel my daddy's hard cock in me."He still hesitated. Looking back, who could blame him? This wasn't something that he could ever take back, that he could ever undo or pretend had never happened. 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 cunt 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 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."Deeper daddy…put it all the way in 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 cunt felt totally filled as my father's cock trembled inside of me. "God your cunt 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 sooooooooo 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 cunt, 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 – it HAD to be in my cunt! Fortunately, he felt the same way."Oh baby doll…… I am going to cum so hard! Oh sweetie I can't bear the thought of pulling out of your tight cunt. Get ready, daddy's almost there and he is going cum inside of you." I locked my arms and legs around him to show that I wanted him to stay in me."Oh yeah, you want it there too - don't you? Don't worry, I'm going to fill my daughter's little cunt with more cum than you 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 cunt 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 cunt."Fuck me!" I screamed out to him, wanting so bad for him to cum in me while my orgasm was peaking.He 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 my cunt for the first time.As he kept stroking his cum began to leak from my cunt 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, 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 father fuck you?"At first I didn't know if I could even speak but the words burst from me."Oh daddy, I loved it. I am so glad 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."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.For a moment after he had cum and his sexual tensions had been released allowing his mind to clear, my dad seemed to realize just what he had just done to his little girl, how he had violated my 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. Thus 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 the lust was restored and he grinned at me saying, "But dammit, it was incredible."He started to pull out of my 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 a passionate one 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. Mmmmmm, 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 cunt as the aftershocks of my orgasm slowly died down. Eventually, of course, he had to slip out of me and my cunt 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.

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