Subject:     Father's Day
Story Codes: MF F-solo oral inc father daughter cousin
Diary Date:  June 19, 2005
Author:      Kelly <pghpa_girly@yahoo.com>

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Summary
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Father's Day is always a special day and it's no different in our 
household.  Every girl wants to give her dad something special on that 
day but I doubt many can compare with my gift to my father!

Table of Contents
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   Chapter 1 – Worried About Father’s Day
   Chapter 2 - Inspiration Through Masturbation 
   Chapter 3 – Kristi Inspires Me Even More
   Chapter 4 - Father’s Day Wakeup Call 
   Chapter 5 – Fucked By My Dad During Church


Chapter 1 - Worried About Father’s Day 
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I'd been home from school for just over a month now and so far summer 
break was going great.  After the local schools had finally let out, I 
was requests from a number of families to baby-sit for them.  Most girls 
quit once in their mid-teens, especially after high school, but I didn't 
want to work at the mall or some fast-food joint and babysitting was a 
pretty good way to make money if you could stand it.  

Truthfully, I really getting tired of the gig myself but I decided to 
take on a few of the easier, better paying families.  It gave me some 
extra play money so I didn't have to beg dad for it all the time – not 
that I minded begging him, especially when you consider how he made me 
"earn" it.

Other than that, so far my summer break pretty much consisted of spending 
time with my friends and family, going shopping, seeing movies, eating 
out, and boating.  Mixed in, of course, was a bit of casual sex.  
Although at my age I wasn't ready to tie myself down to a steady 
boyfriend, there were a few guys still around from high school that were 
happy to learn I was back in town – and I'd like to think even happier 
after they took me out.  It was all just for fun, though.  Like I said, I 
wasn't looking to establish any kind of emotional bond with anyone for 
now.

One of the holidays I look forward to every year is Father's Day.  
Mother's Day, of course, is important, but Father's Day provides all 
sorts of opportunities.  When I was little there was the traditional ugly 
tie or "World's Greatest Dad" gift in one form or another but as I got 
older my presents became more "personal".  After all, once you given 
yourself, literally, to your dad, an ugly tie just doesn't seem to cut it 
anymore.  Every year it got harder as I tried to think of something to do 
better than the year before.  This year I wanted it to be something that 
would surprise him but my mom wasn't exactly providing me with a lot of 
help.

"C'mon mom, what should I do this year for Father's Day?" I whined like a 
little girl who wasn't getting her way.  Just because I'm twenty years 
old doesn't mean I can't act childish at times.

"Well, you're going to have to come up with something pretty wild if you 
plan on beating last year's gift," my mom responded absentmindedly, not 
even looking up at me from her book.

I rolled my eyes in exasperation - no help there!  Mom loved her romance 
novels and once she was immersed in one, the house could have been 
burning down around her and she wouldn't have noticed so I was probably 
lucky to get even THAT much of a response.

Speaking of last year's gift, I smiled as I recalled the look on my dad's 
face last year when he opened my present.  A camera nut friend of mine 
had helped me make up a calendar using a dozen "up close and personal" 
shots of my pussy and ass, decorated with an appropriate theme for the 
month.  Given there was nothing that identified me in the photos, he 
actually showed it off to the guys at the office, letting them think he 
had been given it as a gag gift.  It must have been pretty hot seeing 
them looking at the photos without them knowing it was his own daughter's 
pussy that was covered with candy hearts in February!


Chapter 2 – Inspiration Through Masturbation
============================================

Somewhat dejected at my lack of inspiration, I slowly retreated to my 
bedroom and flopped on my bed face down.  I needed some motivation but 
all I could think about was the strong odor of sex that remained imbedded 
in my sheets from our activities earlier in the morning.  Although the 
wetness had long since evaporated, the distinct scent of my pussy 
remained where I had cum this morning and soaked the sheets in a large 
circle under my ass.

My dad had already hurriedly fucked me earlier this morning and left for 
work, leaving me to finish myself off and as I laid there I remembered 
how good it felt to touch myself, knowing even though he was gone, his 
incestuous cum was still deep inside of me.  The more I thought about it 
the hornier I was getting and it didn't take long for my hand to reach 
under the loose T-shirt I was wearing and cup my pussy with my palm.  God 
it felt so warm!  My middle finger pressed inward, forcing itself between 
my pussy lips and up against the entrance to my pussy hole.

As I pressed harder, my fingertip penetrated me, reminding me even more 
of how my father's finger had been in me when I woke up.  As I tried to 
clear the sleep from my eyes I could feel his long finger pushing its way 
deeper inside of me.  Overall, it wasn't a bad sensation to wake up to!  
My finger moved in and out of me, just as my dad had done only a couple 
of hours earlier, rubbing against the walls of my pussy and stimulating 
the bundles of sensitive nerve endings that lined the inside walls of my 
pussy.

When my finger was wet from the moisture of my pussy, I dragged the 
wetness from my pussy hole up to my clit, spreading my pussy juices 
around it to moisten it which made it easier to slide my finger around 
it.  I loved the way my dad would run circles around my clit, teasing it 
slowly until I would beg him to do it faster and so I did the same, 
running my middle finger around and around my hardening clit.  I gasped 
and cried out, again begging for him to rub me faster except it was my 
own finger that responded.

Awake and horny, I had wanted him to fuck me so I simply asked him.  All 
I needed to say was, "Fuck me daddy."  He knew I wanted it but it was 
sort of a game we played where I had to ask for it before he would give 
it to me.  The "daddy" part was important – he would just ignore me until 
I said it right!

He didn't say a word in response but simply got on top of me and as I 
held his cock in position, he thrust himself quickly inside of me.  My 
eyes were closed as I recalled the wonderful sensation I get whenever a 
dick first penetrates me, especially when it was my dad's.  Now I used 
two fingers from my other hand and pushed them in me, imagining it was 
his cock once again that was violating me while I continued to rub my 
hard clit with my other hand.

"Mmmmmmm, fuck me daddy," I murmured to myself as I plunged my fingers 
into my pussy and then started to stroke them in and out of me - just as 
his wonderful cock had fucked me this morning.

"Oh fuck me daddy!" I gasped again, then repeating myself over and over 
and over again as I played with myself using my fingers. 

I could almost feel his hot breath again on my face as he pumped his cock 
in and out of me, driving me down into my bed with each hard thrust of 
his hips against my crotch.  Then he had stopped breathing, holding 
himself up with his head thrown back while he grimaced as he held himself 
back.

Finally, he couldn't resist any further and a loud breath escaped him and 
he sucked in a lungful of air as his cock erupted like a volcano inside 
of me.  In response, my hips lifted high up off the bed as I thrust 
another finger inside of me, pushing all three now into me as deeply as I 
could as I tried to imagine that once again his hot cum was streaming 
into me, each load feeling like a bloom of heat inside of me momentarily.

"Oh daddy, cum in me," I begged for the second time that day.  There 
wasn't anything I loved more than the feeling I got when my dad came 
inside of me.  Sure, I enjoyed it when any guy came in me but this was 
different – totally different.  This wasn't some horny guy getting his 
rocks off with me to fulfill some perverted fantasy.  No… this was my 
father giving his daughter his most precious and intimate gift.

When my dad came in me it was the most incredible sensation imaginable.  
I felt loved, secure and sexy all at the same time.  Love because I knew 
my father would never fuck me if he didn't love me.  Secure because it 
was my father and he respected me as his daughter.  I knew I could submit 
myself to him completely and never have to worry that he would take 
advantage of me.  Finally, I felt sexy because he wouldn't be cumming if 
I didn't turn him on.  I loved to see that look of lust in his eyes when 
he got horny and wanted me!

There are times I have a hard time believing how incredibly lucky I am.  
Really, how many young girls ever get to experience incest – and I mean 
the GOOD form of incest, not the perverted crap people see porn movies 
and tabloids?  How many girls ever get to feel the same hard cock cumming 
in them that had cum so long ago in their mother's womb to create her?  
What could be more natural than to complete the living circle of life, 
for him to take his own daughter for himself?

Beside showing his love for me, since my father was responsible for 
creating me what could be possibly wrong with him using me for his own 
enjoyment and satisfaction?  Like, I owe EVERYTHING to him so is it not 
only natural, perhaps even my duty, for me to submit myself to him for 
whatever purposes he wanted, whatever needs that had to be met?  Who am I 
to say no to my father, no matter what he asks of me?

As my father took me for his own, my own orgasm began to emerge.  It was 
if the room went out of focus, even darkening to some degree, as my 
vision narrowed and my body responded as it so loved to do.  My entire 
body seemed to be floating up towards the ceiling as I held my middle 
finger tight to my clit, holding it still and not even moving it but 
instead just allowing the constant pressure to stimulate my now hyper-
sensitive clit.

I held the fingers in my other hand still as well, pretending they were 
my dad's cock after he had cum in me, throbbing in me as he had left it 
in me to enjoy my cunt as it gripped him and then released him and then 
gripped him again as tried to pump out whatever sperm remained in him.

When my orgasm reached its peak, it was like every pore of my body 
started to sweat fire, not that it was burning me but rather a feeling of 
tremendous heat and pleasure as if I was engulfed in flames of pure 
ecstasy.  I loved the feeling of his cock when he stayed in me after 
cumming, gradually withdrawing as it softened yet feeling physically 
hotter than ever.  My dad's dick was like a hot poker in my pussy, 
burning its brand in me as he kept me for his own pleasure and enjoyment.  

Slowly my own orgasm dwindled, taking it's sweet time about it but 
finally I was left lying flat on my back with my arms stretched out 
behind me and my hands gripping the bedrail behind me.  Now and then a 
surge would erupt like an aftershock from my pussy and I would shudder as 
if someone had poured a bucket of ice water over me.  It wasn't cold but 
the shock I felt was the same.  


Chapter 3 – Kristi Inspires Me Even More
========================================

I finally opened my eyes and I blinked as I focused on a shape in the 
doorway.

"Well, that must have felt good!  I could hear you all the way downstairs 
in the kitchen!"  It was my mom, of course.  God, how long had she been 
watching?  Of course I didn't mind that she had seen me masturbate, I 
just liked to know when she did.  She stepped into my room and stood at 
the head of my bead, her hands on her hips over the thin cotton robe she 
was wearing.  It was enough to cover her – barely, and I was reminded 
once more of what a sexy mom she was.  There was no doubt in my mind the 
neighbors saw her as a MILF - and I bet she loved it!

"I guess I got here just in time for the grand finale," she giggled, 
"Damn girl, what's got you so horny this morning?  What's the matter, my 
husband wasn't enough for you this morning?"

"Oh mom!!!!" I just frowned at her, trying to appear irritated without 
cracking up.  Somehow I managed to twist around and get myself up and out 
of bed.  Reaching down to the floor, I grabbed the t-shirt I had been 
wearing last night and pulled it over my head.

"Kelly, that's dirty!" my mom scolded me.  "Why can't you ever put your 
clothes in the laundry without me saying something?  This room's a 
disaster!"

I may have been twenty but sometimes my mom still seemed to think I was 
six.  As usual, I just ignored her and tugged the t-shirt down until it 
just covered my ass.  I went over to her and gave her a quick kiss on the 
cheek.  She smiled at me and patted me on the head, something I hated but 
I knew she meant it well.

"Well, I guess I can't say anything.  When I was your age I was always 
horny too," she teased me, "Now how about handing me those sheets.  From 
the looks of things I have a feeling they could use a good washing."

Well, there WAS this large wet spot right in the middle so how could I 
protest?  We stripped off the sheets and even the mattress cover was damp 
where my ass had been.  My mom took them to the hallway and dropped them 
down the laundry chute that lead to the basement where our washer and 
drier lurked.  I smiled as I thought about how she always did the easy 
direction.  Too bad it didn't have a "reverse" as I seemed to be the one 
that had to carry them back UP later!

Have you ever had one of those moments when you're working on a difficult 
problem that seems impossible to solve when suddenly it's like everything 
becomes crystal clear and you know EXACTLY what needs to be done?  Well, 
I had one of those "eureka" moments when I KNEW what my Father's Day gift 
was going to be this year.  I quickly got on the phone and called my 
cousin Kristi.

Kristi was two year younger than me but was no stranger to my dad's 
desire for young pussy.  He'd been fucking her for almost two years now, 
mostly when I was away at school though.  Actually, that's what got the 
two of them started – me going off to college leaving my dad hornier than 
hell for some teen pussy.  Kristi was more than willing to fill in for me 
(or should I say, "be filled for me").  From what I had seen, she was 
more into younger boys than older men but when it came to my dad, she was 
happy to make an exception!

It wasn't fifteen minutes after I hung up that Kristi was over at my 
house and standing before me in my bedroom.

"This had better be good," she warned me solemnly, "I'm horny as hell 
this morning and you called just as I was about to do something about 
it."

Try as she might she couldn't keep a straight face.  We both broke out 
laughing and then she reached out to hug me and we kissed.  Kristi was 
like a sister to me and I loved to be with her.  We had shared quite a 
few interesting experiences together and I was sure she would be thrilled 
with my idea.  As our lips parted I pulled back and looked thoughtfully 
at her.

"So why are you so horny this morning?  When was the last time you got 
laid girl?"

"Oh, it was yesterday afternoon but THAT is what has me going today.  
Remember that peeping tom kid that lives behind us?  Well... I finally 
nailed him yesterday!"

I had been leaning over my bed to straighten the covers when she said 
that but I couldn't help but turn and look at her with a bit of 
astonishment written all over my face.

"Kristi – you didn't!", I exclaimed, "Damn girl, what is he, maybe 
fourteen or fifteen?"

"Thirteen," she said, with a touch of pride thrown in.

"Ummmmm, you DO remember you're over eighteen now, right?"

"Oh Kelly, don't be such a fuddy-dud," Kristi pouted, "When was the last 
time you heard a teenage boy file a complaint that an older girl fucked 
him?"

"Yeah... but damn girl!  Thirteen?"

"Well... let's just say he's mature for his age.  Besides, his cock was 
incredible!  It was hard from the start and never went down – even when I 
was done with him!"

I just shook my head this latest of my naughty cousin's escapades.  The 
girl loved young guys and it seemed she was always dating some kid in 
high school.  This, though, was reaching down well into middle school.  
Thirteen was young, even by HER standards.  Oh well, it was her choice so 
who was I to say anything?  For her sake, I just hoped he didn't tell too 
many people!

Talking about her latest youthful conquest must have gotten her 
imagination going again as I could see her closing her eyes and rubbing 
her boobs as she described his cock to me in vivid detail.  From past 
experience I knew it was useless for me to even discuss my Father's Day 
surprise with her when she got like this.  It was like a fuse had been 
lit and there was no extinguishing it until the bomb went off.

"You should have been there Kelly, the little perv was peeking into my 
window – again, and this time I caught him.  At first he looked sacred 
shitless when I told him he had to come on or I would tell his parents.  
He had NO idea what my plans were for him."

"So what did you do, rape the poor kid?"

"Oh Kelly, give me some credit," Kristi said with a note of exasperation, 
"All I did was strip and ask him if this was what he wanted to see.  
Trust me, he didn't protest one bit when I undressed him and started 
sucking his cock."

That may have been true, but what I wanted to tell her was that maybe he 
was too scared to protest.  My first thought was how amazing it was he 
was even hard under the circumstances but then I remembered his age – he 
probably had a hard- on most of the time just THINKING about naked girls, 
let alone seeing one as he was then.  I had babysat boys his age and just 
being in the house with him as enough to get most of them erections.

"So, was he a virgin?" I asked.

Kristi laughed, "Oh yeah, he didn't even know where to stick his cock.  
He kept trying to push it in at the top of my pussy slit and I had to 
show him where it fit."

That didn't surprise me, I doubt that he had ever seen the real thing or 
even a porn movie yet so other than his sex-ed class, how would he know?

"Did he cum?" I asked, trying to get her to finish.  I had better things 
to do than listen to my cousin brag about her escapades with some 
freakish little boy.

"I think it took him about three strokes," she said, sighing as if she 
was saddened by the results.  "Oh well, that's what you have to expect 
with a boy that age."

I was still in just my t-shirt while Kristi was wearing her usual summer 
outfit – super short cutoffs and a tight tank top with no bra.  I swear 
she must have a drawer full of both since it seemed that was all she ever 
wore.  Now that she had gotten hat off her chest, I moved up closely 
behind her and put my arms around her.  My fingers unsnapped her shorts 
and my hand slipped down inside.  God, the girl WAS horny as hell – her 
pussy was soaking wet and hot as an oven.

"Mmmmmmm, I was hoping this was what you had in mind when you asked me 
over," she purred.

Actually, it hadn't been but now that the opportunity was here, I figured 
why not?  There was plenty of time to talk about my dad's present.

I slipped her shorts to the floor and helped her to pull her tank top up 
and off of her.  She turned to me and did the same with my t-shirt and 
that left us both naked in the middle of my room.  Kristi looked over to 
my bed, all freshly made up now, and grinned at me.

"Well, what are we waiting for?" she asked.  We both giggled like two 
girls heading down the stairs on Christmas morning, full of anticipation 
of what was to come.  I quickly laid down on my back and she hopped on 
top, her pussy in my face and her own face quickly lowering itself to my 
own crotch.  We had both done this enough we dispensed with the 
formalities and went straight to work.

For the next twenty or thirty minutes or so, we just enjoyed each other.  
I think we both came at least twice and once again, my sheets were a 
mess.  Oh well, being with my cousin like this was worth facing my 
mother's wrath!  After we had finished, I finally got to take the shower 
I had been trying to get in all morning.  Of course, Kristi joined me so 
it was better than I had originally anticipated.  Who needs a shower 
massager when you have a hot cousin like Kristi available?

When we were finished, Kristi put her shorts and tank top back on while I 
put on a similar pair of shorts and a tube top.  The two of us went 
downstairs where I was surprised to see my Aunt Linda having coffee with 
my mom.  Kristi hadn't bothered to tell me that her mom had come over 
with her.  My aunt had the same powers of perception as her sister and 
she instantly read my face and knew I was surprised.

"I guess Kristi didn't mention I was here," she laughed.  The she looked 
at Kristi and shook her head solemnly, "So girl, did you get it out of 
your system for now?"

For a moment I thought Kristi might actually blush.  I didn't think 
ANYTHING could embarrass her and as it turned out, she was just still 
flush from the shower.  She DID look surprised, though, when her mom 
sprung a surprise on her.

"Well, maybe if you stopped over here more often you stop molesting the 
neighbor kids!" my aunt teased her.

"Mom!" Kristi protested, looking at my mom as she was the most innocent 
girl in the world.

My mom just shook her finger at her saying, "Sorry, your mom has already 
spilled the beans so cut the act." She paused for a second and then a 
mischievous look appeared on her face.

"Thirteen?" was all she said, as if she couldn't believe it.  We all 
laughed, except Kristi who just stood there glaring at her mom.

Having embarrassed her niece enough, my mom turned her attention to me.

"OK Kelly, so what's your big idea for Father's Day?" she asked.

I sat down at the table next to my mom and looked around at the three of 
them.  As I began to explain my idea, even my mom looked a bit surprised 
– and perhaps even a bit shocked which was saying quite a bit for my 
idea.

"But... what if you get caught?" my mom was the first to ask after I had 
finished, "You know, there ARE some things that we simply can't ever tell 
people and this is cutting it awful close."

"I've checked everything out," I assured her, "And it's no problem.  
Nobody goes in there at that time and besides, there are ways to keep 
people out.

Everyone had questions which actually helped in the end as they made some 
good suggestions and the finished plan was much better than my original.  
The only thing now was to put it into motion...


Chapter 4 – Father’s Day Wakeup Call
====================================

The next morning was Father's Day and I made sure to set the alarm in my 
room to get me up well ahead of my parents.  All night I had tossed and 
turned, thinking about today and now it had finally arrived.  I had 
masturbated several times and still couldn't seem to realize enough to 
get any measurable amount of sleep but I knew with all the adrenalin I 
had going that it wouldn't make any difference today.

Throwing off my covers, I turned and got out of bed.  I could hear my dad 
snoring in their bedroom next to mine.  He didn't snore THAT loud, 
certainly not as loud as some men I had known, but it was still plenty 
noisy to let me know he was still asleep, Sneaking into their bedroom, I 
made my way to the foot of their bed.  Our old wood floors creaked now 
and then but I knew from years of experience where the nosiest ones were 
and so I was able to arrive at my destination without waking him OR my 
mom.

The bedspread had been tossed to the floor and just a sheet was covering 
the two of them.  My dad was flat in his back, which was probably why his 
snoring was louder than usual.  Of course, he hadn't shave yet so there a 
light stubble on his face and his hair was a mess but that didn't matter 
to me.  What I was interested in was a bit lower on his anatomy.  

Pulling gently on the sheet, I slowly uncovered him, baring first his 
hairy chest and then his stomach.  It wasn't as flat as I am sure it was 
when he was younger but by no means did he have anything near a "beer 
belly".  Then I saw the first hint of his pubic hair and finally his limp 
cock was revealed.

I pulled the sheet down just far enough to uncover my favorite part of my 
dad and then gently worked my way on the bed and to his side.  His legs 
were too tight together to get between them so I went along side of them 
instead.  Kneeling by his side, I reached out and gently picked up his 
flaccid cock in my hand.  It felt so small and soft.  It wasn't often I 
was around my dad when his cock was this limp!

Using my hand to flatten down his thick pubic hair around his cock, I 
lowered my face and gently took the head of his cock in my mouth.  His 
breathing hesitated for a moment and so I froze, holding his cock between 
my lips without moving.  His regular breathing resumed, as did my 
movements on his dick.

I am not sure what exact mechanism makes a man get hard but I am sure it 
is not something he consciously controls.  If he did, then men wouldn't 
get erections in places they shouldn't – like a husband looking at me in 
the mall sitting next to his wife!  In any case, whatever sense was 
involved, my dad's was in full wake mode as I continued to suck gently on 
it.

At first I wasn't sure it was him or me but it didn't take long for it to 
grow enough that I was sure it was him that was getting larger on my 
mouth.  This was SO cool as it was seldom I got to start with a dick that 
was completely flaccid.  Most times I went to suck a guy he was already 
well on his way with the anticipation ahead of time.  

My dad's cock kept growing as I licked and sucked him, slowly at first 
and then seeming to accelerate once he got about half-way there as he 
went from semi-hard to rock-hard in what seemed to be just seconds.  He 
was starting to moan in his sleep and OI knew if I kept it up he would be 
waking soon so I had one more thing to do before that happened.

Holding onto his cock to steady myself, I reached on leg over until I was 
straddling him.  Sitting up straight, I wiggled around until I was 
positioned over his cock and then slowly lowered myself down onto my 
father's hard dick.  As his head pressed against me, I had to push down 
harder to force him in and when his head suddenly popped in to me I 
couldn't help but gasp louder than wanted to.

My mom stirred and then her eyes opened.  At first they were barely 
cracked open but then she seemed to realize what was happening next to 
her and they popped wide open.  He mouth opened just a bit and then she 
grinned as she watched me lowering myself down on her husband's sleepy 
but hard dick.

I looked at my mom and winked, silently saying, "I love you!" with 
exaggerated mouth motions.  She just smiled back at me and positioned 
herself so she could watch more easily.

By now I was all the way down on my dad's cock and my bare ass was 
pressing into his crotch.  His thick, coarse pubic hair was ticking my 
ass and I just sat there for a few moments as I reveled in the wonderful 
feeling of having my dad's dick inside of me again.  Without thinking 
about it, I automatically started to rock gently on him, drawing him in 
and out of me slowly, rubbing his cock against the sensitive interior of 
my pussy.  

"What the..." my dad suddenly grunted.  I felt him stir under me as he 
unexpectedly woke up.  I guess I must have been getting too carried away 
with my rocking on his cock and finally woke him.  Who knows, maybe his 
inner lust woke him instead?

I leaned forward more which had the effect of drawing his cock partially 
out of me.  With my face a few inches from his, I smiled and whispered, 
"Happy Father's Day" daddy."

It took a few moments for his head to clear enough to fully realize what 
I was doing to him.  It was probably much like when he woke me in the 
morning with his cock.  At first you're in this daze and you even think 
it's just all part of some wet dream you were having.  Then you realize 
it's for real and the reality sets in and you suddenly feel sexy and 
horny as ever!

"Oh baby, you know just what your daddy wants, don't you," he said 
softly, smiling at me with contentment."

"Yes I do, daddy," I replied just as softly, "I do."

Yep, I knew EXACTLY what my dad wanted when it came to me.  The same 
thing he had wanted since I had jerked him off when I was just eight 
years old.  The same thing he wanted watching me as I grew up and slowly 
matured into a teenage girl.  The same thing he wanted when I came home 
and announced I had lost my virginity.  The same thing he wanted peeking 
at me and my boyfriends when they would fuck me in my bedroom.  Yes, the 
same thing he wanted most every day I was home, especially after the 
first time I asked for him to fuck me four years ago.  My dad wanted to 
fuck me, pure and simple, and there was nothing I wanted more than to 
please my father and let him do just what he wanted.

As I rocked on his cock, letting it glide in and out of me as I leaned 
back and forth, I moaned softly as I felt his hard shaft rubbing inside 
of me.  I loved the feeling of it filling my pussy when I sat down it 
just as much as I loved the feeling when just his head was in me, teasing 
me and making me cry out for him to put it all back in me again.

"Fuck me daddy," I said in my most sensuous voice, repeating again those 
words I knew he loved to hear.

He reached out to me and held me by the waist, rocking me back and forth 
as he stroked himself in and out of me.  His eyes closed tightly and I 
could see he was straining to hold himself back.

"Suck it Kelly," he whispered hurriedly, "Suck my cock."

I knew he must be about to cum so I quickly lifted myself up and off of 
him.  Twisting to the side of him, I kneeled and bent over his hard dick, 
now covered with my pussy juices.  I quickly dived down and took him in 
my mouth.  The first sensation was to taste my pussy on his dick.  
Mmmmmmm, I have always loved the taste of my cunt!  I didn't have much 
time to savor it, though, as the first shot of his sum came shooting from 
the tip of his cock and struck the back of my throat.

"That's it John," I heard my mother encouraging him, "I love watching you 
cum in her mouth."

Good ol' mom, always there to support me!  I felt pretty lucky as not 
many girls got to hear their mother encouraging her husband to full her 
daughter's mouth with sperm!

"Fuck!" my dad cried out as he continued to spurt one load after another 
in my mouth as I clamped my lips down tight on him to keep it from 
leaking out.  God, he must have really been horny because it seemed it 
would never stop!  Finally, I couldn't hold it all and I let my lips part 
to relive the pressure building in my mouth and some of it dripped down 
onto his crotch.

"You're slippin' girl," my mom teased me, "What's the matter, can't ya 
take it all?"

If my mouth hadn't been full of cock and sperm, I might have retorted 
with some smart-aleck comment about the last time SHE tried to take 
everything he had but it was probably fortunate I couldn't.  My mom was 
rather sensitive about being a better cocksucker than me although my dad 
privately told me I was the best.

As it was, I let most of hid dick out of my mouth so I could swallow what 
was left in my mouth and then I went down on him again to suck out 
whatever he had left for me.  From past experience, I also knew most guys 
cocks were the most sensitive right after they came and my dad was right 
in there with the majority.  As my tongue wrapped around his head he 
twitched and moaned.

"Sweet Jesus," he groaned, "That's just incredible."

"You gonna share any of that with your mom?" I heard my mother ask.

I twisted my head, keeping his cock in my mouth as I looked over at her.  
She was hungry for it, I could tell from the way she was licking her lips 
like a cat waiting for a bowl of milk.  Well, I had just milked my dad's 
cock so time to give her a little.  I gave my dad's cock one final, hard 
suck and let him flop loose out of my mouth.  Keeping the remaining cum 
in my mouth, I crawled up the bed and straddled my mother who had thrown 
off her covers, leaving her nude on her back next to my dad.

I dropped forward and caught myself with my elbows so my face was just 
above hers.  I couldn't say anything with my mouth full of cum but she 
knew what I was about to do and opened her mouth wide for me.  I parted 
my lips and his cum slowly drained from my mouth in a long, slimy drip 
that finally reached her mouth and pooled on her outstretched tongue.

When most of it had dripped out, I lowered my head down to hers and we 
kissed with open lips as her tongue reached into my mouth to capture 
whatever was left.  I lifted my head back up and she pursed her lips, 
bubbling up the cum in a frothy mixture of sperm and saliva and then 
sucking it back into her mouth again before swallowing it.

"Mmmmmmm, that tastes so good," she gloated, looking over to my dad and 
licking her lips.  Suddenly her opens opened wide and I felt her body 
stiffen under me.

"Crap!" she exclaimed, "We have to be in church in half an hour!"

Oh my God, had it really gotten to be so late?  My dad started to suggest 
we just skipping church today but I had plans that depended on us going.  
I said something about it being Father's Day and how we had to go and he 
rolled his eyes and hurried off to the bathroom to shower.


Chapter 5 – Fucked By My Dad During Church
==========================================

Somehow or another we made it in time, barely getting into the sanctuary 
as the opening hymn was being sung.  Kristi and my Aunt Linda had saved 
some seats for us near the back and I was the first to slide in the row, 
putting me next to Kristi.  She looked at me and whispered in my ear so I 
could hear over the loud organ music.

"God, you have that 'I've just been fucked' glow about you."

I poked my elbow into her side but the smile on my face told her all she 
needed to know.  Kristi whispered again into my ear.

"Well, are we still doing it?"

I winked at her and again, the even bigger grin on my face was all she 
needed to see.  Of course we were still doing it!

My dad was sitting next to me with my mom on the outside next to the 
outer aisle.  As the hymn finished and we did the "greet your neighbor" 
routine, she looked at me and nodded.  Everything was ready to go as 
planned.  As people began to take their seats, she whispered something to 
my dad and then left for the back of the church and disappeared from 
sight.  I knew it was something about using the ladies room….and I also 
knew it was a complete fib on her part.

The announcements were read and mom still hadn't returned.  It was up to 
me now.  I leaned over to my dad and he bent his head down so I could 
whisper to him.

"Dad, I think we better check on mom."

He looked at me and said something about her not being gone that long.

"Dad, really, I think something is wrong," I insisted.  He gave me a 
strange look but I was giving him my total sincerity look and he fell for 
it.  We silently left as everyone stood to sing the next hymn and exited 
out the back of the sanctuary.  The restrooms were down some stairs and I 
led the way.  At the bottom of the stairs, instead of turning into the 
restrooms, I kept on going into the basement.

"Hey Kelly," my dad called out softly to me, "Isn't your mom in the 
ladies room?"

I grinned and even before I answered, his expression changed and I think 
he realized something was up.

"No, just follow me," I said, turning back around and walking briskly in 
front of him. 

He HAD to know something was fishy but I doubted he realized just HOW 
fishy things were.  We passed through the basement and into the main 
building and down to where the chapel was.  Nobody was around and I 
didn't see another soul the entire way.  We could listen to the service 
playing through the speakers in the hall and I grimaced at the usual 
mangling of the hymns.

"Kelly, where the hell are you going?" my dad called out to me, still 
about twenty feet or so behind.  Not exactly the most appropriate 
language in church, mind you!

I stopped at the chapel door.  Actually, it was more like a prayer room 
as the real "chapel" was much larger and even used for small services.  
This room was built over a hundred years ago when the church was first 
erected and as a little girl I use to think of it as the dungeon with its 
stone walls and lack of windows.  I don't know what its original purpose 
was but today it was used for private prayer and counseling.  What I 
liked best about it today was that it HAD no windows, not even in the 
door, and the door could be locked.

Once inside I let the door shut behind me.  My mom was waiting for us.

"Took your sweet time getting here, didn't you?" she asked, a little 
huffy if you asked me.

"I had to wait for the announcements, Mom," I whined a bit, "Pastor was a 
bit long-winded today.  Besides, you heard him."

Like most of the rooms in the church, there was a small speaker in the 
room over which the service was being played so we could hear what was 
happening.  It was "Children's Time" and for a moment my thoughts drifted 
off to when I was a little girl and couldn't wait to get up front and 
listen to the story.  Of course, the best part was we got to leave for 
Children's Church afterwards and escape the boring adult service.

My thoughts were broken when the door swung open and my dad appeared in 
the doorway.  He stepped in and the door automatically swung close behind 
him.

"Alright, what's the story with you two?" he demanded, "I thought the 
whole point in hurrying to get here was so we could attend the service?"

My mom smiled and looked at me before answering.

"Your daughter thought it would be nice it on Father's Day you attended a 
more private service," she explained, "or maybe 'private servicing' would 
be more appropriate."

I just grinned at him as his face contorted as he tried to figure out 
what she was talking about.  Then I saw the comprehension in his eyes and 
he wagged his finger at us.

"You've GOT to be kidding," he said, "Here?... Now?"

We both just giggled like school girls at his response and he said, "But 
the service is going on for cripes sake.  We can't do it NOW... can we?

I stepped up to him and took his hand, looking up at him with all the 
love and adoration a daughter can have for her father.

"Well, this way you can listen to the Father's Day message and at the 
same time I can give you my present," I said seductively.

"Present?"

"Well, I didn't know what else to give you this year so I decided it 
would just have to be me, but I wanted it to be someplace that would make 
it something you would always remember," I explained.

My dad looked at my mom and asked, "And what about you?  Are you in on 
this too Mary?"

My mom laughed and waved her hand.  "Oh no, I'm just here to watch the 
show," she said with a smile.  "This was all your naughty daughter's 
idea."

"Well, how could any father say no to a present like that?" my dad said, 
kissing me on the forehead as he put his hands on my shoulders.  I was 
wearing my new Easter dress with thin shoulder straps and fairly low cut 
in front.  It wasn't the shortest dress in my closet by any means, about 
six inches above the knee, but then it WAS for Easter after all.  It was 
a light floral pattern which, if the sun was behind me, was a bit 
transparent but nothing too slutty.

I reached out and put my arms around him and hugged him tight.  "Happy 
Father's Day daddy.  I'm all yours... ALL yours."

My dad looked around and turned back to me to say, "God, I can't believe 
we're doing this – and in here to boot!"

It DID seem a little sinful, having sex in a prayer room.  It wouldn't be 
the first time I had sex in church, not by a long shot, but it had always 
been in more common places – classrooms and such.  This just so much 
more, well, intimate.  The pictures on the walls, the small alter with a 
cross set in the center, the bible to one side and a book of meditations 
on the other.  Even the lighting was warm and reverential.  At the same 
time, all this just made it all the more exciting for me!

I looked up at my dad and he smiled down at me, then lowered his head to 
kiss me.  As our lips met his hands caressed my back and slowly worked 
their way down until he was holding my ass I his hands.  He almost lifted 
me off my feet as he squeezed my butt and pulled me up into him.  An 
overwhelming sense of love for my father ran through my, making me almost 
shiver with anticipation.  I was all his now and I couldn't wait to see 
what he wanted to do to me.

"I love you Kelly," he whispered as our lips parted slightly, "I'm gonna 
fuck you... oh god I'm gonna fuck you so good now."

What sweeter words could a father say to express his love and respect for 
his daughter?  I know my father loves sex but he has never cheated on my 
mother in over twenty years of marriage.  Fucking a girl half his age has 
to be an incredible turn-on for him but I knew in my heart he would still 
never do me unless he truly loved me as only a father can love a 
daughter.

I would never submit myself to any man in the way I give myself to my 
father because he is the only man in the world I trust enough to do so, 
the only man I know who respects me enough to never do anything against 
my wishes, to always act in my best interests, that would put me first no 
matter what his lust or desires might be.

"Whatever you want daddy," I whispered in response, "I want to make you 
happy."

His hand began to pull up on my dress, bunching it up above my waist 
until my bare ass was in his hands.

"Mmmmmmm... no panties today?" he teased, "You're such a naughty little 
girl."

Normally, with a dress this short, I would have worn panties, especially 
going to church.  The last thing I needed was some sanctimonious old lady 
spreading the word that Kelly didn't wear panties to church!  Anyway, it 
was usually more of a tease to flash your panties and let them wonder 
what was underneath.

Today, though, I had one goal in mind when we left the house for church – 
to turn my dad on and I knew he LOVED it when I wore a skirt with nothing 
on underneath.  Different guys get off on different things and for my 
dad, a bare bottom was just what the doctor ordered!

He let my dress fall back down and his hands returned to my shoulders 
where he pressed gently down on them and I knew what he wanted.  Even so, 
it's always nice to hear him say it out loud and he didn't disappoint me.

"Suck my dick," he commanded me.  From the tone of his voice, it wasn't a 
request but an order, one I was glad to follow.  "Suck your daddy's cock, 
you little slut."

I smiled at that last remark from him.  He loved to call me his "little 
slut" and I knew it was meant to be a term of endearment, not something 
demeaning.  When he called me his slut, I knew he meant that I was HIS 
slut, ready to do anything he wanted.

I bent my knees and dropped down until my head was facing his crotch.  
Reaching out, I unbuckled his belt and undid his pants as he let his 
hands hang to his side and watched me.  Grabbing his pants on each side, 
I pulled them down until they fell on their own to his ankles and then 
did the same with his black boxers.

The tails of his dress shirt hung down and covered his crotch until I 
lifted them up and there in front of me was my father's wonderful cock, 
hanging loose from him amid a thick growth of black curly pubic hair.  It 
didn't matter that I had just sucked it not more than an hour before, I 
loved seeing it for the first time when he undressed and exposed it to 
me.  

One thing I DID notice, he was still flaccid when normally under 
conditions like this he would have already been hard as a rock.  Well, it 
WAS only an hour since he blew his wad in my mouth and dad wasn't exactly 
a teenage boy anymore.  It was going to be a challenge to get the 
mechanisms to respond again this quickly but that was a challenge I was 
more than ready for.

Taking his cock in my right hand, I held it up and leaned forward to take 
him in my mouth.  As soft as he was, he was pretty small compared to his 
erect state and so it barely filled my mouth.  Actually, I enjoyed the 
feeling of a soft dick in my mouth.  Rather than some hard shaft it was 
soft and flexible and when I sucked on it, it would stretch out and then 
snap back again.  With my other hand, I caressed his hairy balls and 
rolled them gently between my fingers.  At first he wasn't responding but 
evidently it was still feeling good.

"That's it, suck on it Kelly," he said softly, "I love watching you with 
my dick in your mouth."

I was glad he wasn't saying anything about how soft he still was.  I have 
been with older men who have a hard time getting an erection and I know 
that once they get worried and anxious about it, the more difficult it 
makes it.

Fortunately, I have sucked my dad so many times in the past that this 
wasn't the first time we had faced this situation.  Had it been a few 
minutes after he had cum I might have been facing an impossible task but 
an hour later, and under these circumstances, I knew it was just a matter 
of time.

The only problem was, we didn't HAVE all that much time!  I could hear 
the service in the background and even though I couldn't see a clock, I 
could tell from what I heard that it was already about half over.  Once 
it was over, the halls would fill with people and it would be impossible 
to keep from drawing attention to ourselves in here.

There WAS one thing I had in my favor.  If there was any man who I knew 
how to blow, it was my dad.  Different guys like their cocks sucked in 
different ways.  One of the things I think that makes me so good at 
sucking dick is that I can quickly pick up on what turns a guy on (and 
off) and adapt my style to meet his needs.  Some prefer a lot of tongue 
action while others want my hand as much as my mouth.

With my dad, I knew EXACTLY how to suck his cock and get the quickest 
response.  This had come in handy more than a few times in the past when 
he wanted me to suck him off in some places where we didn't have a lot of 
time and this was definitely one of those time.

With my dad, the key was to keep as much of his cock in my mouth at any 
one time as possible and let my lips and tongue do the work on his shaft.  
I knew he really got off watching me as well so I made sure my hair was 
pulled back and he got a good view of his dick in my mouth.  Another 
thing that turned him on was for me to look him in the eyes when I sucked 
his dick.  I think for him that it reinforced the "submission" aspect of 
my sucking his cock.

It took a few minutes but my dear old dad finally began to respond and 
once the process started it seemed to accelerate.  I could feel his cock 
begin to stiffen in my mouth and as it grew it moved deeper inside and 
filled my mouth more and more.  He put his hands on the back of my hand 
and gently, but firmly, pulled me into his crotch as if I needed to be 
reminded to keep his dick in my mouth as much as possible.  Finally it 
got to where he was touching the back of my throat and he groaned as his 
cock pushed down even further.

"Oh my god, that is so incredible!" he moaned and I heard my mom behind 
me shush him a little, reminding him to keep quiet.

Now that he was hard, not to mention that the sermon had started, it was 
time to move on so I held his wet dick in my hand and looked up at him 
again.

"What do you want now daddy?" I asked in my best "little girl" tone of 
voice. 

Again, I knew damn well what he wanted but I loved hearing him say it.  
It made it more intimate and personal for me when he told me how he 
wanted me and what he wanted to do to me.  I also knew my mom got turned 
on listening to him as well.

My dad held my upper arms and lifted me up until I was standing again.  
"You know what I want... tell me what I want to do to you."

"You want to fuck me," I answered, trying to act a little shy and cute 
for him at the same time.

"And what else does your daddy want to do to his beautiful little girl?"

"You want to cum in me."

"And why does daddy want to cum in his little girl?"

"Because you love me!" I said with a little squeal of happiness as I 
hugged him again, only this time I could feel his exposed cock pressing 
against me through my dress.

It was a little sequence we had gone through many times before but I 
never grew tired of it.  With any other guy I would have said he wanted 
to cum in me because he got off doing it to a young girl and with most 
guys I think it is some form of male domination ritual for them.  It's 
like they are some caveman claiming me as their mate except instead of 
pulling me in the cave by my hair, they are releasing their seed inside 
of me in a vain attempt to mate with me.

I knew in my heart that with my dad it was different.  He came in me to 
express his love for me, to give me an intimate part of himself.  I never 
felt so loved as when he would remain in me afterwards, his dick 
surrounded by my pussy with his cum in me.  When he was done and left me, 
I can still feel his cum as it drains from my cunt and reminds me again 
of how much my dad respects me as his daughter and child.  Why else would 
he do it to me?

I looked around and seeing the altar, turned and leaned over until l was 
bent over with my hands on the edge of the altar and my butt facing my 
dad.  He shuffled over (I don't know why didn't he take his pants off and 
get it over with!) and I felt my dress lift up and the cool air on my ass 
as he exposed me again.  I spread my legs apart to make it easier for him 
to get to my pussy and wiggled it suggestively for him.

Turning my head to the side, I saw my mom sitting in one of the chairs, 
watching intently as her husband moved in behind her daughter, his erect 
dick in his hand as he prepared to fuck her daughter.  God, what she must 
have been thinking right then!  I was a bit surprised she wasn't touching 
herself a little by now.

Many times when my dad fucked me and she was in the room, she just read 
her book or watched TV, content to let us do our thing.  Sometimes, 
though, she seemed more interested and those times when she watched, she 
almost always masturbated, even if it was just rubbing herself through 
her clothes.  The only thing I could think of at the moment was she was 
concerned that someone might come by and she needed to be "normal" if 
that happened.  The odds were highly against that but my mom was always 
the practical one.

My dad didn't waste any time as I felt the head of his cock pressing 
against the entrance to my pussy.  It hadn't been that long since he had 
fucked me so it wasn't as resistant as usual to his initial entry but I 
still couldn't help but gasp with delight at the feeling if his thick 
head splitting me open as it penetrated me.  Obviously my dad has fucked 
me many more times than any other man but I still feel almost like it's 
the first time when he does.

When another guys fucks me, I like the feel of it and enjoy the physical 
pleasure.  I know they don't really care about me, though, and it's just 
for them to satisfy their lusts.  One reason I like being fucked by 
married guys is that when they first put themselves in me, I know they 
have just done something they can never take back, that they are now 
committing adultery against their wives and they don't care because they 
want so bad to fuck me.  But that's an emotional high driven by another 
man being bad by his lust for me.

When my dad fucks me it is totally different.  After all, he is my FATHER 
and nobody else can make that claim.  He doesn't fuck me out of lust or 
to cheat on his wife, he fucks me because he loves me.  My dad fucks me 
because I am his daughter and it is his right as a father to have me.  
Sure it feels good when he does, but my emotions at the time are more 
about how I am fulfilling his needs and desires than my own.

I enjoy being fucked from behind but the problem is that without twisting 
my neck enough to make it sore later, I can't really watch what he is 
doing.  With some guys, that's not such a bad thing, especially if they 
aren’t all that good looking.  But with my dad I like to look at his face 
and see the lust in his eyes, to see his cock as it strokes in and out of 
me, to feel him inside of me at the same time I see him push into me.  
Thus I was thrilled when he pulled out of me and twisted me around.  My 
pussy, though, was crying out to be filled again and I squirmed as I 
wondered what he would do to me next.

"You want more, don't you?" he teased me, "My baby girl can't wait to get 
more of her daddy's cock, can she?"

"Daddy!" I whined a little, "Stop teasing me."

He laughed a little at that and reached behind me to pick up the cross 
and set it on the floor.  Then he grabbed me by the waist and lifted me 
up and set me down on the altar.  I could feel the softness of the cloth 
that covered it against my bare ass and for just an instant, wondered if 
rubbing your bare butt against an altar cover wasn't going a little too 
far!

Spreading my knees apart, my dad moved between me and up against my 
crotch.  I put my hand just behind me so I could lean back a little and I 
watched as his dick moved in closer and then quickly disappeared once 
again inside of me.  At the same time I felt that feeling you get when a 
cock is in your pussy and it was almost over whelming to realize that the 
feeling I was getting was from my dad's cock that I was watching push 
inside of me.

My dad's hands were back on my hips again, pushing and pulling me in sync 
with his thrusts in and out of me.  It felt wonderful!

"Oh daddy... fuck me," I moaned softly, "I want you to cum in me... make 
me yours"

He probably would have cum about then except for one minor detail – the 
knocking on the door.  My heart skipped a beat as I wondered if anyone 
had bothered to lock the door!  Fortunately, my mom's precautions paid 
off and she went to the door and opened it slightly.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, I thought I heard something and I just wanted to be 
sure everything was OK?" a voice came in from the hallway. 

It sounded like one of the elders in church and if it was the one I was 
thinking of, he was a busybody that loved to stick his nose in everyone 
else's business.

As my mom told him it was just her and she was sorry if anyone as 
disturbed, my dad and I were literally frozen in place.  It was about as 
surreal of a scene as I could have ever imagined.  Here I was, bare ass 
on a church altar, my own father's hard dick deep in my pussy, while my 
mom talked to an elder of the church as if everything was fine and 
normal!  Well, it may have been "normal" for us, but somehow I doubted 
out church would have been so understanding if they found out someone was 
committing incest in the prayer room right in the middle of the church 
service!

Even though neither of us was moving a muscle, I could feel my dad's dick 
throbbing inside of me and I clenched my pussy to squeeze down on him.  
He obviously wasn't expecting me to be doing anything like that as he 
jumped just a little and then had to cover his mouth to keep from making 
a sound.  He looked at me sternly but then he cracked a smile but wagged 
his finger at me as if to say I should behave myself.  Yeah right, like I 
was the one with his dick in his daughter on top of an altar!

My mom shut the door and I heard the distinctive click of the lock this 
time.  She resumed her seat and shook her head slowly at us.

"Now you two behave yourselves and keep it down," she admonished us, 
"Thank god he knocked and didn't just come right in!"

We responded with a "yes, Mommy" and "yes, Dear" and it was back to the 
business at hand.  Well, there wasn't anything business" at all to what 
we were doing but the phrase fits.  If anything, I think almost getting 
caught made the two of us even hornier than ever.

Given the way society views incest, my dad was always careful to be sure 
we were never caught in public yet he still seemed to love the thrill of 
pushing the envelope to where we ALMOST got caught.  As disastrous as it 
would have been to be found fucking in church, ALMOST getting caught was 
obviously a huge turn-on from him judging from the way he was banging me 
harder than ever right off the bat.

"Here it cums baby," he groaned softly, his eyes shut tight and his face 
tense, "Daddy's cumming in you!"

I looked over at my mom and a huge smile broke out on my face as I felt 
him releasing his sperm inside of me.  She knew what that smile meant and 
she mouthed "I love you," to me as my dad shared himself with me.  It 
wasn't nearly his normal load but what could you expect under the 
circumstances?  Besides, when he came in my pussy it was not so much how 
MUCH he came but the fact he did it in the first place that made me 
happy.

When his orgasm had expired, my dad pushed himself deep into me and we 
just stayed that way for a few minutes, a father and daughter joined 
intimately, sharing their love for one another.  Finally it my mom who 
brought us down to earth.

"OK you two, get it together, we need to get out of here before the 
service ends."

I listened to the service and realized our pastor was delivering his 
post-sermon prayer.  That meant we had only a little time during the 
final hymn to sneak back in to the service.  For me it was pretty easy, I 
just dropped my dress back down and straightened my hair.  My dad's cock 
was rapidly shrinking as he pulled his pants back up which was good as it 
meant he wouldn't have to hide himself on the return trip.  My mom 
straightened out the altar and then I heard her mumble something under 
breath.

"What's the matter mom?" I asked.

Look at this, you go the altar cover all wet!" she huffed, "Here, help me 
turn it around and try to hide it.

I shrugged my shoulders as if to say, "not my fault" while my dad just 
chortled.

"Give the poor girl a break Mary," he said, "I know someone else that use 
to soak the car seats in my parents car!"

My mom playfully slapped him as she put the cross back in place and 
straightened everything out.  Then she shooed us all out and we left the 
room together.  We hadn't gone twenty feet down the hall when our friend 
the elder walked by.  He looked at the three of us and a surprised 
expression came to his face.

"Hey John, good to see you again," he said, putting his hand out to shake 
my dad's.  "Sorry, I didn't realize the three of you were in there 
together.  Anything I can help with?"

I bit my tongue hard to keep from breaking out laughing.  If he only knew 
what kind of help he would have needed to give had he joined us!  My dad 
just shook his head and move forward, leaving the guy behind.  I wondered 
if he had any suspicion at all of what the REAL story was but then, why 
would he?  I mean, how many people would suspect that a father would 
commit incest with his daughter right in the middle of church?

When we got to the sanctuary, everyone was standing and the organ was 
blaring for the final hymn.  I slipped in first into the pew next to 
Kristi followed by my mom and then my dad.

"Well?" Kristi asked.

I just grinned and nodded and her eyes widened.

"You REALLY did it?" she said.  She wasn't so much surprised as 
confirming what she knew.  I quickly put my finger in my mouth and then 
took it out and she just rolled her eyes at me and grinned.

Once the service was over, we all streamed slowly out and stood in line 
to shake the pastor's hand.  Standing there, I could feel my dad's cum 
starting to drain from my pussy and I prayed that the line would hurry up 
so I could get to the restroom before something embarrassing happened.  
For once I was happy he had not cum a lot in me, as then it would have 
been a real possibility but it was just a feeling of dampness for now.

When it was our turn my dad shook the pastor's hand and he greeted us, 
commenting that it was nice to see our whole family back in church again.  
I suddenly felt incredibly horny as I wondered what he would have thought 
had he ANY idea of what we had really been doing during the service.

As soon as we passed by him, I told my mom I needed to visit the little 
girl's room and Kristi came with me.  Surprisingly, nobody else was in 
there, I guess everyone was too anxious to get back home and use their 
own toilet.  The heavy door shut behind us and Kristi checked out the 
stalls to be sure nobody was in there with us before she turned to me 
with a huge grin on her face.

"Well, was it like you planned?" she asked, the curiosity burning her up.

"Almost," I said and then I told her about our little "interruption".  
She giggled and then I reached under my dress and rubbed my pussy.  Sure 
enough, there was a little wetness where my dad's cum had drained out a 
bit so I ran my fingers over it and then held them out to Kristi.

"Wanna taste?" I teased her?

Kristi sucked on my finger and grinned.  "You are SUCH a slut, you know 
that don't you?"

"Oh?  And I suppose you're not?" I retorted.

We both laughed as I washed my hands and we headed back to our parents.  
Our plans were to go to lunch to celebrate Father's Day but so far as I 
was concerned, the celebration had already been held.  After all, it was 
only noon and already I'd been fucked twice by my dad, including once in 
church.

I certainly hoped this was going to be a Father's Day my dad would always 
remember!

THE END