Subject: Summer Morning Sex With My Dad
Story Codes: MF F-solo oral inc father daughter
Diary Date: June 1, 2004
Author: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
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Summary
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Every family has traditions that make them unique and mine is no
different. This summer our family started a new tradition, one that I
doubt many families have in common but maybe if they did they would be a
lot more happy.
Table of Contents
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Chapter 1 – The First Time
Chapter 2 – The Second Time
Chapter 3 – Ready and Waiting
Chapter 4 – Talking It Over With My Mom
Chapter 5 – A Tradition is Started
Chapter 1 – The First Time
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When I was sixteen I came home early from a party and secretly watched
from my bedroom window as my parents made love in the hot tub on our
deck. Although I’d lost my virginity two years earlier and been sexually
active ever since, “sex” and “my parents” were not words I typically used
in the same sentence. This was actually the first time I’d ever seen
them having sex although since I was a little girl I’d seen them both
nude and even masturbate but never anything involving sex.
Surprisingly, I found myself turned on by the experience so afterwards I
flirted and teased my dad terribly to see if he was interested in me in
ways I hadn’t considered before. It didn’t take long before he responded
and made his way to my bedroom where he fucked me for the first time.
Granted, this was a gross simplification of a complex and serious time in
my life so I encourage anyone to read more about it in my other diary
entries.
From that day onward, sex with my dad has been a regular part of my daily
routine and even though incest in my family has come to include my
mother, her sister and my cousin, my dad is the one I never turn down no
matter when or where we were. Submitting myself to him as a daughter
should to her father, satisfying his special needs as best I can, feeling
the love and security that can only be expressed though sex, are all
things I love to do more than anything. I especially love it when he
cums inside of me, leaving me with a piece of him in me along with
precious memories I’ll always treasure. It makes me feel sexy and
special as only a father who truly loves and respects his daughter would
ever do such things.
Family traditions can start in many ways. We have our Christmas
traditions, birthdays and anniversaries, Mothers and Fathers Days and
such which most people have. This particular “tradition” began the
summer I returned home after my first year away at college.
Although I loved school, being away from my dad for so long had been a
tough adjustment for both of us. What I didn’t know was that he’d
started fucking my younger cousin Kristi shortly after I left for school
so he hadn’t been nearly as bad off as I thought he’d been. Even so, I
know he missed having his own daughter sit on his lap with his stiff cock
pushing deep in her teenage pussy. If there was one advantage I held
over everyone else in the world, I was the only one who could say, “Fuck
me daddy” and really mean it!
It all started a couple of weeks into my summer break. One morning I was
sound asleep when I felt something tickling my nose and cheeks. My mind
was cloudy with sleep and I didn't even want to open my eyes so I tried
to brush whatever it was away with my hand. Well, you can imagine my
surprise when I realized it wasn't just an itch or pesky insect but
instead it was my dad’s hard cock rubbing up against my face.
Surprised, to say the least, I tried to open my eyes but all I could see
through the slits was the vague form of my naked father standing next to
my bed. He evidently hadn’t gotten dressed yet as he was till nude from
being in bed (neither my parents or me wore anything to bed normally) and
he was sporting an incredible hard-on!
“Open your mouth baby,” he said softly to me, “I want you to take it.”
Without even really thinking about what he was asking, I obediently
opened my mouth wide and soon felt his dick slip between my lips and then
the head moved into my mouth. At that point my natural female instincts
took over and I began to suck on his cock like a hungry baby on a full
bottle.
I don’t know how long he’d been standing there stroking himself as he
looked down at me sleeping, but it must have been quite a while at least
as he was already on the verge of cumming. In fact, apparently all he
needed was the additional coaxing of my wet tongue on him to set him off
and almost as soon as he was in my mouth he unloaded and his warm cum
burst from his dick into my mouth. Laying on my side, the cum collected
in my cheek but the first two shots hit the back of my throat and were
threatening to make me choke or gag.
As soon as he finished I let his cock from my mouth and leaned up on one
arm to make it easier to swallow. It took a few gulps but finally it was
clear of my mouth and once I felt better I dropped my head back down on
the pillow and closed my eyes, a satisfied grin on my face. My dad ran
his fingers through my hair gently, something he knew I loved.
“Mmmmmmm Kelly... now that’s the way a good daughter SHOULD say goodbye
to her dad in the morning,” he whispered to me as he kissed me on the
cheek.
Despite being suddenly super horny, I was so tired still that I just
nodded back off again and when I awoke later, if it hadn’t been for the
distinct aftertaste of cum in my mouth I would’ve sworn that the entire
thing had been nothing more than a wonderful dream.
My dad didn't say anything about our morning time when he came home later
that night, not even a wink to me. I figured it must’ve been just him
being extra horny that morning and he needed someone to take care of him
so who better to do so than his loving daughter? My mom was NOT a
morning person whatsoever and of all the times I’d heard them making
love, I can't hardly remember any being first thing in the morning.
Chapter 2 – The Second Time
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The next morning I was having the strangest dream about a stranger
fucking me from behind in the middle of a crowded mall. When I woke up
with my eyes tightly shut, it was like I was awake but the dream hadn’t
stopped – or was I still sleeping with some surreal dream still playing?
As the fog lifted from my mind, I realized that I really WAS being fucked
from behind and that indeed, it was no dream at all!
Someone was nestled up behind me as I lay on my side and had lifted my
leg up enough and over theirs to get his dick inside of me! I’d gone to
bed late the night before thanks to a movie I wanted to finish but I
hadn’t thought I’d be so tired the next morning that I wouldn't know it
when a guy started fucking me! There was no doubt who it was. After
all, who else would be in my bed in the morning fucking me? Turning my
head, I looked over my shoulder to see my loving father smiling back at
me.
“Morning baby,” he said cheerfully, never missing a beat as he stroked
his dick in and out of me slowly but deliberately. It was if he was
greeting me for breakfast or something, as if this was the most natural
way for a girl to wake.
“Daddy, what are you doing?” I whined just little.
It wasn't that he was hurting me or anything – quite the opposite if
anything. It was just that I still hadn’t quite woken up enough to fully
comprehend all that was happening. It was like I was still half in my
dream except now I realized much of it hadn’t been a dream in the first
place.
“Sorry baby, I just couldn't help myself,” my dad replied, “You looked so
damn sexy lying there I just had to fuck you. I was really trying not to
wake you.”
Was he serious? Did he really think he could fuck me and then leave
without ever waking me? Admittedly, it would have been erotic as hell to
wake up and feel his sperm dripping from me and not remember any of it,
but that’s not what happened nor was it reasonable to expect it. Instead,
I awoke to find my own father drilling my pussy with his own personal oil
rig. For the moment all I could do was lay there like a wet rag – well,
at least I was wet at one particular location!
All the while my dad never stopped fucking me and I was finally beginning
to wake up enough to enjoy what he was doing to me when I heard him groan
and then he came in me. My heart skipped a beat, as it always does when
my dad cums in me, when I felt him releasing himself deep inside of me.
When a boyfriend or anyone else cums inside of me, for me it’s all about
the pleasurable feelings it gives me, not to mention avoiding the mess
that would’ve been created had he squirting it all over me instead.
By contrast, when my dad cums in me it’s an entirely different experience
for me. Of course it feels good as physically it’s no different being
fucked by him than anyone else, but an entirely different emotional
element is also present. It’s really hard to describe but in a way, it’s
like my father is mating me. Before you get the wrong idea, I don't mean
anything kinky like he was trying to get me pregnant (I would NEVER want
to get pregnant with my dad), it’s the symbolism of the act that I’m
referring to, where the male dominates the female and leaves his seed
behind inside of her.
Another way of looking at it is that for me, when anyone else cums inside
of me from my perspective it’s done out of his own selfishness. Face it,
it’s not like we’re married trying for a child, it’s just another horny
guy getting off using my pussy. The only reason I allow him to do it in
the first place is that I love it myself so in essence, we are both using
the other for our personal pleasure. I don’t buy the crap that some guys
expect me to believe where they claim to want to please the girl more
than himself. As I said, if people are truly honest they admit that the
truth – that we are both are doing it to satisfy our own needs, not the
other’s.
Such is NOT the case when I’m with my dad having sex; it’s entirely
different. When I’m with him, sex becomes an expression of the love and
respect between a father and his daughter where their bodies join as one
and he gives her the most intimate gift.
Again, don’t get ahead of me and start thinking anything too weird here.
I’m NOT trying to imply that I’m my father’s lover nor would I ever say
that we make love together (making is love is something he only does with
my mom, he fucks me). I don’t know how to describe it any better than
that as it’s something special that only a father and daughter can truly
understand.
When I give myself to my dad, it is an act of submission that I have
never, and will never, give to anyone else, not even my husband (I expect
to be an equal partner with him unless we are role playing!). I guess
you could say I’m sacrificing myself in an emotional way to him, giving
him the satisfaction and joy that comes from taking his daughter
completely in body and spirit, from me allowing him to totally dominate
me and have his way with me.
Well, enough of that. Just suffice to say that I can never get enough of
my dad cumming in me! No sooner than he was finished, though, he said
that he had to get ready for work, leaving me alone and terribly horny in
my bed. There was no way I could go back to sleep now, not with his
fresh cum draining out of me and my pussy throbbing like it had a
heartbeat of its own!
As I heard my dad taking a shower I laid on my back and played with my
clit, enjoying the slipperiness created by his cum that he’d so
graciously left behind. I masturbated furiously until I finally came and
then turned back on my side and cupped my warm crotch in my hand, feeling
it pulsing underneath my palm. Not long afterwards, my dad came out of
the bathroom and entered my room again where he leaned over and kissed me
gently on my cheek.
“Kelly... I just want you to know that I loved fucking you this morning,”
he whispered in my ear, “You’re the best daughter a father could ask
for.”
He kissed me again and then left me with a warm glow inside. It made me
feel so special to know that my daddy loved fucking me and to hear him
say it to me was music to my ears. What greater compliment could a
father give to his daughter? He could tell me I was pretty, talented, or
whatever but that was easy since it didn't directly affect him. Saying
that he loved fucking me meant so much to me since it required HIM to
feel good as well.
So now that made it two mornings in a row, two morning where my dad
surprised me with the most wonderful wake-up call. Later that night when
I was tired and ready for bed, I kissed my parents goodnight and as my
lips touched my dad’s and our tongues touched, I wondered if he was going
to wake me again in the morning.
Chapter 3 – Ready and Waiting
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Fortunately I wasn't disappointed only this time I was already awake when
he entered my room. I’d been playing with myself so I was warm and wet,
all ready for him. He grinned when he realized what I’d been doing – and
WHY. What father wouldn’t smile seeing his naked daughter laying on her
back with her legs spread in anticipation of him fucking her? He wasted
no time in climbing up on top of me and I could tell he wanted me badly.
Then I felt his already hard dick pressing against my pussy, anxious to
enter me like a dog straining against its leash.
“Tell me what you want Kelly,” he whispered in my ear as he kissed my
neck and ran his tongue around my neck and ear, “Tell me what you want
your daddy to do to you.”
“I want you to fuck me daddy,” I softly replied, “I want you to show me
how much you love me. Please fuck me daddy.”
“God I love hearing you say that,” he groaned as he pushed himself into
me and started fucking me missionary style.
As he started to fuck me in earnest, I sighed at the feeling of him
entering me and my heart was filled with love for my father. No matter
how many times he fucks me, each time it’s like it’s our first time all
over again. It’s as if the previous times were all just a dream and now
my dream was coming true again as I give myself totally to him.
“Hmmmmmm... I think somebody likes her daddy waking her up this way in
the morning,” he teased me as his rigid dick moved in and out of me in a
continuous rhythm.
“Oh daddy, don’t be so silly!” I giggled like a little schoolgirl, “You
know you can do anything to me ANYTIME you want.”
My dad was panting as he kept fucking me but he still managed to say, “I
know... that’s what makes you such a great daughter!”
His strokes were now long and at a steady pace, like a marathon runner
who had established his rhythm. Each time he would pull out until only
his head was in me where he would hesitate just long enough to tease me
and then push it back into me with a steady, deliberate motion. When our
bodies met and he was completely engulfed by my pussy, he would again
hold himself there for just a moment, grinding his hairy crotch against
my bare pussy in a circular motion, and then just as deliberately pull
back out of me again. It was enough to drive me crazy with desire. God
I loved to be fucked this way!
He needed to be in me deeper so I pulled my legs in until my feet were
flat on the bed with my knees up and then I spread my legs apart as far
as I could so he could push himself in between them more easily. My
entire bed rocked slightly when we met, pushing me up onto the bed just a
little more each time each time until after a while he would lean back on
his knees and pull me back down again, then leaning over me again and
resume fucking me again.
“Damn your fucking pussy feels so good,” he whispered hoarsely to me, “Oh
Kelly... I can’t hold back much longer.”
“Cum in me daddy,” I pleaded, “Oh daddy, PLEASE cum in me.”
As I mentioned, I loved it when he came in me any time but this was my
favorite position – missionary style, at least when I’m with my dad.
With other guys I enjoy being on top as well as it gives me more control
over how I’m getting fucked. However, when I’m with my dad I love it
best when he pins me down on the bed beneath him, driving his incestuous
cock in and out of my pussy however he wishes, holding my arms down
behind my head as I submit to his will. It wasn't that he was forcing me
to do anything or even worse, raping me, not by ANY means do I mean to
infer THAT. Even so, I did like to feel dominated by him where I’m
powerless to do anything to stop him, even if I had wanted to (which I
never did!).
Never in my wildest dreams could I even imagine allowing myself to submit
to any other man like this. He was my father, the man I trusted more
than anyone else in the world, and it was a like a public demonstration
of that trust when I gave myself to him.
“Oh yeah baby, here it comes,” my dad groaned, “I’m cumming inside of
you... can you feel it Kelly?”
Indeed I could! How could I NOT feel his cock as it shot out stream after
stream of hot cum into me, spewing his seed into my pussy? Each time he
erupted I could feel this sensation... like a warm blossom of heat in me
that quickly died away, only to be followed by another and yet another.
Each time I could picture his cock deep inside of me, pumping its load of
sperm deep inside of me. It may have been a futile attempt to mate me as
I was on the pill, but as they say, it’s the thought that counts.
“Yes daddy... yes, I can feel you cumming in me,” I moaned, “Tell me you
love me daddy... Tell me how much you love me!”
“Oh baby, you know I love you,” he said softly, as if he was caressing me
with his words, “I could never do this to you if I didn’t.”
“I know daddy... I understand... I really do,” I replied in a voice that
barely could be heard.
For the next couple of minutes we just stayed together, neither of us
saying anything, just a father and daughter enjoying being together – in
more ways than one! Then he kissed me, long and passionately. Finally he
was done and he pulled what remained of his limp cock from me. For just
a moment I felt this incredible sense of emptiness and loneliness, as if
a part of me had been amputated. At that moment I would’ve given
anything for him to change his mind and pushed his cock back into me
again, even if just to leave it still in me. Even if he was mostly soft
it would still be better than this horrible feeling of emptiness I felt
between my legs and in my heart. It wasn't to be so as he carefully got
off of me and climbed out of my bed and went off to shower.
As much as I’d loved him fucking me, it was over so quick I didn't
orgasm. It’s not like I was disappointed or upset as that often happened
even when I’m incredibly horny and loving what’s happening to me. It’s
as if I am concentrating so hard on him and what he is doing to me that I
don’t allow myself to get off was well. This left it up to me to finish
myself off but that was fine with me. It wasn't my dad’s fault; I knew
he had to get to work and so he couldn't stay with me any longer.
Besides, there was always the evening when he usually made sure I was
satisfied before he left me.
As my fingers played over my clit and pushed into my pussy, I dreamed of
joining him in the shower, sucking his wet dick as the water streamed
over me. I knew he needed to get to work or I might have been tempted to
make that dream come true! It wouldn't have been fair of me to do that.
If I went into the shower now I knew that he would never refuse me; but
then he would have been late to work and I didn't want to cause him any
trouble. He WAS the senior partner but that also meant he had to set an
example for the associates and other partners.
It didn't take much to bring myself to orgasm after the incredible
fucking my dad had given me. I cried out softly as I felt the fire erupt
inside me as my back arched and legs tensed in response to the wonderful
feelings of pleasure that passed all over my body. It was like my pussy
was a volcano, spewing out lava that covered my entire body except
instead of molten rock, it was the heat of lust and passion that consumed
me. I imagined my father being in me know, my pussy clamping down on his
cock as my orgasm surged and threatened to overwhelm me. As it slowly
died down, I heard my dad open the bathroom door and I looked up to see
him enter my room once again.
“Well, well….I see you managed to take care of yourself,” he said with a
grin, “I promise to make up for it later – OK?”
I just nodded and smiled, knowing he always kept these type of promises!
Once again, he kissed me and left to leave but at the door he turned
around and smiled at me once again.
“Did I ever tell you that you were the most wonderful daughter in the
world?” he asked, his grin telling me he already knew the answer. I just
blushed and smiled at him as he left to get dressed.
Chapter 4 – Talking It Over With My Mom
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Later that morning my mom was home as she had started working a new shift
that day. As we were eating breakfast, she gave me an odd look.
“So Kelly, tell me... did your dad fuck you this morning before he went
to work?” she asked.
“Ummmmm, yeah,” I replied, uncertain as to where this was going so I
tried to downplay it as much as possible. “It was pretty quick though,
he had to catch the ‘T’.”
“I see... well, I just thought I heard something this morning,” she
mused. She took a another drink from her coffee cup and seemed to be
thinking hard about something before she finally looked back at me and
asked, “And just how long has THIS been going on?”
Now I was really curious as to what she was leading up to. I knew my mom
pretty well and I knew when she was setting up the pins. The question
was, when would she roll the ball and try to knock them down? I chose my
words carefully for my reply.
“It’s only been the last few days. I don’t know for sure whether he’s
going to do it every morning from now on or not. You know how he is
sometimes, it may just be a phase he’s going through.”
The way my mom rolled her eyes made me wonder whether I’d helped or just
made things worse. Actually, I had a pretty good feeling that my dad was
enjoying his morning wake-up calls so my expectations were that he would
be doing it again soon.
“Yeah, he’s something else, isn’t he,” she said, shaking her head slowly,
“I mean, he’s always been the type that wakes up horny…must be where you
get it from, certainly not me! I just don’t get off doing it that early
in the day – never have. I need two cups of coffee before I do ANYTHING
in the morning, let alone sex.”
She paused to take another sip from her cup. I still wasn't sure what to
say as it seemed everything I had said so far just made things worse.
Then she chuckled softly, as if a funny thought had come to her mind.
“Sorry, I guess I just don’t understand him sometimes. Since we’ve been
married he’s jerked off in the bathroom in the morning, usually after he
shaves and before he showers. You guys have been fooling around for
years now so what took him so long to come up with this idea? Why now?”
“You don’t mind, do you mom?” I asked, worried that she might be upset or
something for some reason. I was totally confused as normally she never
said much of anything about my dad and me, even when we did it right in
front of her. Why this was any different, especially since she was
sleeping at the time anyway?”
“Oh no, sweetie…don’t worry,” she assured me, putting her hand on mine,
“I guess I just wish sometimes he would discuss things with me before he
just goes off and does it, especially when it involves sex with you”
That was all she said about the matter for the rest of the day and I
figured she was over with it, that is, until my dad came home and we were
seated around the table eating supper. In the middle of the meal, right
out of the blue my mom looked at my dad and gave him a bit of a smirk,
the kind someone gives when they know a secret and someone else doesn’t.
“So John, anything new you want to tell me?” she asked. My dad looked at
her with a puzzled look and then at me. I just shrugged and I could tell
from the look on his face that he knew what my mom was referring to but
he still played it dumb.
“Umm, not anything I know of dear,” he replied, “A little help maybe?”
My mom huffed in mock exasperation. I’d seen them play out this little
game before when my mom knew something about my dad and he wouldn't admit
it until he was faced with indisputable evidence. My mom evidently
wasn’t in the mood to play, though, so she pointed a finger at me and
confronted him.
“Give me a break, John, I know you’ve been fucking Kelly every morning
lately,” she declared.
My dad looked at me with a “what have you been telling her look” but
wasn't ready to give in yet as he shrugged his shoulders and replied,
“Yeah... so is that a problem or something?”
My mom let out a deep breath in exasperation. “Well, you could have at
least TOLD me. I AM your wife you know.”
My dad put down his fork and looked at her solemnly. “Now Mary, you know
I love you and you’ve never had an issue with me and Kelly before.
What’s the big deal this time?”
“Nothing really, you know I’ve never been concerned about that, so long
as we always discussed it and were up front with it,” she said softly, “I
just wish you’d talked about it first rather than hiding it from me.”
“Mary, I wasn’t hiding anything!” my dad protested, “You were sound
asleep and I just didn't want to wake you. Besides, since when do I have
to tell you every time I do Kelly?”
My mom closed her eyes as if to concentrate her thoughts and then she
smiled and perked up a bit.
“I guess you’re right, I didn't mean to overreact or anything,” she said
apologetically. She leaned over the table and kissed my dad. Thank god
that was over!
“So tell me one thing,” she continued, just as I thought the conversation
was over. Usually whenever they reached the “kiss and makeup stage”,
that ended whatever they were arguing over. “So is this going to a new
morning tradition for you two?”
My dad looked at me and I smiled back at him. I certainly was up for it
if he was! I was sitting next to him wearing just my usual t-shirt when I
felt his hand on my leg and then he slid it between my legs and tickled
my pussy.
“Dad!” I exclaimed in mock protest.
“John!” my mom joined in, “You know better, not at the table!”
We all laughed and the rest of the meal was uneventful. I guess all the
talk about our mornings had my dad going because he kept trying to grope
me, acting like some hormonal teenager in a movie theater. I didn't
mind, especially since I knew what usually happened after supper when he
acted this way!
Chapter 5 – A Tradition is Started
==================================
As it turned out, a “tradition” is exactly what it became. For the rest
of the summer my dad would come into my bedroom before he left for the
office where he would have some form of sex with me. We usually only had
ten to fifteen minutes, sometimes even less, so it didn't leave a lot of
time to get TOO creative.
Even so, the fun part for me was that I never knew exactly what he wanted
each morning. Usually he would simply wake me and we would just have a
quick fuck, typically missionary style if I was lying on my back already,
or doggie style if I was on my stomach. If we had some extra time I
would let him climb on my bed and I would ride his hard cock until he
came.
Like my dad, waking up in the morning was the most naturally horny time
of day for me. Despite my mom’s earlier protests, you could say it
worked out for all three of us as it relieved her of having to deal with
my dad in the mornings. I think it also was good for my dad’s stress
levels as when he would cum and pump my pussy full of his sperm, it
seemed to take a huge load off of him – physically and mentally, which
put him in a better frame of mind to go to the office and work all day.
My only regret was that our time was usually much too short and most of
the time I was left to masturbate afterwards to finish myself off. I
guess it was a small price for me to play considering how much I was
pleasing my dad.
On a positive note, there WERE times, though, when he would get creative.
More than once I awoke to the feeling of his cock violating my pussy,
which for me was a super turn-on. I loved thinking about him entering my
room while I was sound asleep and carefully getting into bed with me,
pulling back the covers to reveal my nude body lying there just waiting
for him to do whatever he wanted to with it. I trusted my father
completely and I felt so secure knowing that I could offer myself to him
in that way, letting him use me for his pleasure in any way he desired
while I was totally at his mercy.
Sometimes when I masturbated I would think of him reaching between my
thighs to spread them apart, revealing my bare pussy as I slept.
Climbing over me, he guides his cock while spreading my pussy lips apart
with the same hand. Ever so slowly he enters me, pushing himself into me
as slowly as he could, trying not to wake me.
Sometimes I would moan as even in my sleep my body reacted to his cock.
Usually this is when I would wake up and as the haze of sleep lifted I
would realize what he was doing and inevitably he would see a big smile
on my face since it was impossible for me to do anything else when he was
fucking me. If he managed to get his cock completely in me until his
crotch was pushing up tight against mine without his cock in between us
without waking me, odds were pretty good he could then fuck me without
waking me, which was a huge turn on for him.
Later I would wake and feel my pussy all wet with his cum draining from
me and grin as I knew he had managed to do something few fathers ever get
to experience, fucking his daughter in her sleep. He told me once how
much that turned him on and how he would have to masturbate in his office
later that day thinking about it.
Instead of fucking my pussy when I was asleep, sometimes he would try to
get his cock in my mouth instead. This was a bit trickier (not to
mention dangerous) in that he had to get my mouth open wide enough for
his erect cock to fit in without my teeth hurting him. To be honest, he
was only successful a few times as usually the touch of him on my lips
was enough to wake me. Not that he would be disappointed because I would
still suck him off but the challenge was to get his cock in my mouth
without waking me.
Even the few times he was able to do so, the touch of his head against
the back of my throat woke me every time except once. That one time I
was very tired from having been out to late the night before and waking
me was not going to happen very easily. He told me later how thrilling
it was for him to fuck my mouth while I was sound asleep, seeing himself
moving in and out of me while I just laid there completely at his mercy.
He didn’t cum in my mouth because he didn’t want me to choke so instead
he came all over my face. I awoke a while later after his cum had dried
on my face. Although I was happy he’d cum on me in my sleep, I didn’t
realize that he had also fucked my mouth for the first time until he came
home that night so horny he took me in the hallway as soon as he got in
the door! He said he had thought all day about it and when he told me
what he had done, I just hugged him and told him I loved him and was so
happy to please him.
As you might expect, my dad didn’t fuck me every morning; sometimes he
didn’t even touch me. There were those times when he would uncover me and
just watch me as I slept, admiring my tanned nineteen year-old body.
Then he would masturbate as he stood over me, eventually cumming on my
face or other parts of my body so that when I woke up later I was
greeting with his cum as a calling card of his visit. Feeling his dried
cum on me, I would know what had happened and my thoughts that day would
be of him stroking his cock while he stared at me. What girl wouldn't be
thrilled knowing that just looking at her was enough to make her dad cum!
NOTE: Our “tradition” has lived on ever since although over time it has
become less regular. Maybe it’s because I’m getting older and the
naughty thrill of fucking a 21 year-old as she sleeps isn’t the
same as it was when I was a nineteen year-old teenager but somehow
I doubt this is the reason.
More likely, I think, is that it is just part of the natural
evolution of our sexual relationship (including the fact he is
getting into his forties). For that matter, who knows and really,
does it matter? I can only hope that our little “tradition”
continues in some form for a long time!
THE END