Subject:     Familiarity Breeds Happiness
Story Codes: MF incest father daughter
Diary Date:  October 19, 2014
Author:      Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>

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Summary
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Although this isn’t one of my longer entries, at the same time it’s about 
something that happened which meant a lot to me and so I wanted to share 
it with everyone.  It’s not about one of those “life-altering” events 
that I tend to wait for before writing a new diary post yet it goes to 
show that sometimes it’s the familiar things that make you the most happy 
and content.

Table of Contents
=================
   Chapter 1 - Being Me
   Chapter 2 - Before Church
   Chapter 3 - During Church
   Chapter 4 - After Church


Chapter 1 - Being Me
====================

One of the things that’s always struck me as being rather ironic (maybe 
surreal would be a better description) is when people tell me that either 
they wish their life could be like mine, or that they wish their daughter 
was more like me, or in some more stranger cases even that they wish they 
WERE me!  Hopefully those last folks are already female but then in this 
day and age who knows?

The reality is that it’s pretty hard for me to relate the person I see in 
the mirror every morning with this mythical paragon that people seem to 
think I am.  After all, when I look in that mirror all I see is ME, more 
or less the same girl I’ve been seeing there for almost thirty years now.

If there’s one thing I’ve found in publishing my diary it’s that the vast 
majority of people reading it have a very narrow one-dimensional 
perception of me.  From the precious little feedback that I receive(I’ve 
also learned that the almost everyone who reads my diary is a lurker) it 
would seem that the typical person thinks that all I do is think about or 
engage in sex on a 24/7 basis.  Don’t I wish THAT was true!

Yeah, I’ll admit that it used to bother me knowing that the majority of 
folks out there classify me as either some sort of pervert, nymphomaniac, 
pedophile, or even worse - a naïve brainwashed and abused victim.  Then 
again I also understand that I really only have myself to blame. Given 
that almost all of the diary entries I post focus on some crazy sexual 
event in my life, how can I blame people for having those impressions?  
The point is that represent the most exciting or otherwise impactful 
events in my life - both good AND bad.  I mean it’s not like I sit down 
at the end of the day and spend time writing about the everyday sex I 
have with my husband - and yes, we DO have sex in one form or another 
just about every day.  Face it, who wants to hear about my daily prayer 
life, my crafting hobbies, church events I attend, local charity work I 
do, or even just a typical everyday lunch with friends and/or family or 
any of the hundreds of perfectly ordinary things that make up the 
majority of my life.

No, all anyone wants to know about it is that tiny percentage of my life 
that I write about and post on-line.  It’s not that I would mind writing 
about anything else but it takes a long time and a lot of work to do each 
one so if nobody’s going to read it and comment to me about it then 
what’s the point?  Even when I DO write about my sex life people complain 
that I don’t “embellish” it enough when it’s not as exciting a their 
imaginations would make it out to be.

OK, before people blast me let me say here that I’m not THAT naïve.  It’s 
not like I don’t recognize that my life isn’t exactly the norm but then 
again, whose is?  Like doesn’t everyone have SOMETHING about them that’s 
a little different from everyone else?  It’s just that the things that 
make my life a bit unique tend to fall into categories that most people 
would call “taboo” - at best.  Yet those same people fail to recognize, 
or maybe it’s that they refuse to recognize, that from my perspective 
it’s all perfectly normal as that’s how I was raised.  I mean it’s sort 
of like how an Amish girl certainly knows that her life is different from 
most people’s but that doesn’t mean she sees it as something other than 
“normal”.  Same with me.

Perhaps the one element of my life that I’ve written about which seems to 
draw the most “attention” is my relationship with my father.  Of course 
I’m referring to my sexual relationship with him.  Again, I’m not trying 
to downplay anything or even to try and suggest that what we do is 
typical for most people.  Yet at the same time I think based on what I’ve 
been told over the years that what I share with my dad is something that 
a most people WISH was typical for them as well.  My only concern, if 
that’s the right word, is that for too many people their wishes are 
actually based solely on their physical desires and lust which is exactly 
the type of attitude that has caused incest to be labeled as “taboo”.

Now don’t worry as I’m not going to go into some long drawn-out sermon on 
the pros and cons of incest - there’s plenty in my diary about that 
subject already (too much according to some people).  It’s just that 
before I relate the events of this day I wanted to emphasize a few things 
for those who haven’t read my diary.  Then again I suppose it wouldn’t 
hurt to remind even those who have of a few things as well.  If such 
stuff bores you then I suggest skip straight to Chapter 2 instead of 
complaining to me.  You’ve been warned!

Soooooo.... THE question of the day... why would a girl want to have sex 
with her own father?  Although it’s a question that everyone seems 
interested in, at the same time it’s the part of my life that’s clearly 
the most misunderstood.  So let me get one thing straight from the start 
- it’s NOT just for the sex.  I mean like I’ve had all I wanted without 
having to engage in incest.  Any girl who claims she can’t get laid 
within the next hour is either lying or not very horny.  Now I’m not 
saying I don’t enjoy the physical aspects of incest but they’re not the 
driving force behind why I like it.

When it comes to incest it’s really quite simple... so much so that I 
think people just don’t WANT to believe me when I say it because it IS so 
simple.  I like to have sex with my dad because he IS my dad and as his 
daughter it’s simply the right thing to do for these reasons:

   1. A daughter should submit herself sexually to her father, just as a 
      wife is obligated to submit to her husband.  In a broader sense I 
      would say that a woman should submit herself to the men in her 
      marriage family which would include her husband and father plus any 
      uncles, grandfathers, cousins and sons. If she’s married that would 
      include those on her husband’s side as well as once married they 
      become part of her family as well.

      PLEASE read my entry on submission before jumping to make any 
      judgments as it’s not like I’m his slave or anything weird or 
      kinky.  I simply acknowledge his authority AND trust him totally.  
      In fact, one of the things I’m most proud of in my life is that I 
      have NEVER refused my father when he has wanted me.  OK, so I 
      wasn’t a perfect daughter growing up yet this is one record that 
      I’ve strived to maintain, even at times when it wasn’t easy.

   2. Like most daughters, I enjoy pleasing my father and really, what’s 
      wrong with that?  Sex is something that I know makes him happy and 
      I’m happy when he is so why not make us both happy?

   3. Again, like most daughters I love my father.  There’s nothing that 
      brings me closer to him and allows me to express my love and 
      respect for him than to be physically joined with him in the most 
      intimate manner a man and woman can be.  When my dad’s erect dick 
      is pressing deep inside of me I know at that moment more than at
      any other time that he loves me.  It thrills me that he WANTS to 
      fill me with his sperm.  When he cums inside of me I feel an 
      emotional attachment to my dad that simply wouldn't be attainable 
      any other way.

I could go on as nothing gets me going like telling people about why I 
love sex with my dad but I suppose that’s enough of that.  My point being 
that a big part of being ME has a lot to do with my sexual relationship 
with my father.  Therefore if you want to understand ME then you have to 
understand this point.  At the same time I wish people wouldn’t make it 
into something it’s NOT as well.  It’s NOT abuse, it’s NOT just about 
getting off, it’s NOT about anything kinky or weird.  Two words summarize 
everything... love and respect.

Other than sex, if there’s one other area in my life that has a huge 
impact on making me who I am, it would have to be my spiritual 
relationships.  Don’t worry, no preaching!  I just want to say that 
church and religion form a HUGE part of my life and are a major influence 
in everything I do.  In fact, my whole concept of submission comes 
directly from my religious beliefs and ethics as I try to model my 
submission to the men in my family after the teachings of the Bible.  
Respect for my parents in terms of honoring my father by presenting my 
body to him for his enjoyment comes straight from the Ten Commandments.  
My looks and physical attributes are gifts from God so it’s my duty and 
responsibility to use those gifts in ways that honor Him.  So yes, 
religion is a MAJOR part of being ME.

If you combine the sexual nature of my relationship with my father 
together with my spiritual morals and ethics then I would think it should 
be easy for anyone to understand why one of the times I look forward to 
most each week is Sunday mornings.  After all, it’s a time when the two 
most influential areas of my life converge - religion and incest!  

Which leads into the events of this day.  While nothing special or out of 
the ordinary, I just thought I’d write this as a tribute to my father and 
our special relationship.


Chapter 2 - Before Church
=========================

All my life my parents have tried to establish and maintain various 
traditions within our family.  These have varied from whose house we 
spend various holidays to the types of presents we exchange to simply how 
we go about our daily lives.  One of the “special” traditions that my dad 
and I currently share is our weekly get-together before we go to church.

My dad and I shared a similar tradition back when I was living at home 
while in high school.  He would come to my bedroom early in the morning 
before leaving for work and masturbate and cum on me.  Usually I was 
asleep but if I was awake I might suck him off and on rare occasions when 
there was time he would even fuck me.  Of course now that I’m married and 
not living at home that tradition had to go by the wayside so in its 
place we worked out a new one which we’ve been doing now for several 
years.

So far as traditions go this one is pretty simple, just as the one we 
shared back when I lived at home.  Every Sunday I go to my dad’s house 
just before church where we have sex and then go to church together.  My 
husband isn’t exactly a church-goer. While that has never thrilled me at 
the same time he doesn’t like to be around when I fuck my dad so things 
work out well the way we do it.  I love our new tradition because it hits 
all my hot buttons, so to say.  First, I get the opportunity to submit to 
my father by showing up every week no matter what unless it’s just 
absolutely impossible.  Second, it pleases my dad who gets off fucking me 
while I’m still dressed in my Sunday dress or whatever outfit I’m wearing 
that day to the service.  Lastly, it really turns me on to sit in church 
just minutes after he fucks me with my pussy still wet and throbbing 
knowing that some of my father’s cum is still inside of me.  It’s such a 
turn-on to look around and imagine what people would say if they had any 
idea what we’d just done!

Usually that’s about it - just a quickie before church.  Typically it’s 
only a few minutes, maybe ten to fifteen at most as I’m not the earliest 
riser on Sunday mornings.  It’s really not so much about the sex per se 
but more that we do it each and every week.  OK, so for my dad it IS a 
lot about the sex but you get the idea.

Since by the time I arrive time we’re both dressed and ready for church 
he usually just lifts my dress or skirt and we, as Nike would say, just 
do it.  It doesn’t hurt things that I almost never wear panties under a 
skirt or dress except at school when I’m teaching!

As you may imagine it’s not like our little tradition is always the 
easiest or most convenient thing to do.  There are even times when it’s 
not even really something I WANT to do.  By not wanting I mean that there 
are those days when I, just as anyone else, simply am not at the top of 
my game or just in the sort of funky mood where sex isn’t at the head of 
my priority list.  Also, the odds dictate that there will be those 
weekends when my period hits and while I’m not adverse to sex at those 
times in principle, there are those days when it’s just not that 
convenient in the time we have to do things.  Granted, I still give him a 
blowjob but it’s not the same as him fucking me.

For whatever reason this morning was one of those times.  Don’t ask me 
why, guess I just woke up in a weird mood, the wrong side of the bed or 
whatever else because there was no real excuse for it.  I simply felt in 
a crappy mood with a bit of a headache.  One of those mornings you just 
want to crawl back in bed and stay there for the day.

I’d been woken by my alarm and after using the toilet I looked in the 
mirror and grimaced.  Damn, what was WRONG with me?  I looked like crap.  
Felt like crap.  Good morning to just crawl back in bed and snuggle with 
my husband.

Then it hit me - it was SUNDAY morning!  While the thought DID help perk 
me up a bit, I still wasn’t exactly feeling up to par.  It wasn’t like my 
father would disown me or anything if I didn’t show up and I knew he’d be 
the first to say that it was OK with him if I didn’t.  Yet knowing that 
didn’t help as I knew he’d just be saying it for my benefit.  I had no 
doubt that the look on his face wouldn’t match the tone of his voice if I 
were to call him now and ask to stay home today.

Then I was hit again with a different feeling and this time it was 100% 
guilt.  Wow, like how could I be so selfish?  Like all the things my dad 
had done for me over the years, all that he had sacrificed to make my 
life what it is today, all the support he’d provided when undoubtedly 
there had been times when he would have rather stayed home rather than 
attend whatever event I was involved in.  Sure, it wasn’t like he 
wouldn’t get to fuck me again soon, worst case being a week until the 
next Sunday rolled around.  Yet was that really a valid excuse for me to 
put my own needs ahead of his?  Besides, it wasn’t like I was dying or 
anything really horrible.  Nothing a couple extra-strength Excedrin’s 
wouldn’t cure.  It was just me being selfish so what was I doing even 
thinking about it?

The other thing that drove me was simply not wanting to ruin my streak.  
It’s sort of like me not taking drugs.  I’ve NEVER used any form of 
illegal drug or abused any legal ones.  Many times I’ve been at parties 
where people were using most anything including pot and was asked if I 
just wanted to try it once.  I’ve always refused and I’m proud to be able 
to say I’ve never wavered.

So too when it comes to sex with my dad.  I’ve NEVER told him “no” 
regardless of the circumstances and believe me, there have been times 
when I was a LOT worse off than I was feeling this morning and yet I 
always made sure I satisfied him.  Sure he would have understood and I 
know he would never get mad at me for doing so but that’s not the point.  
I’ve NEVER withheld myself sexually from him and I wasn’t about to ruin a 
streak of almost fourteen years over a headache.  Like how cliché!

So it was that an hour later I found myself walking up the sidewalk to 
the front door of my dad’s house.  Most of the time I still refer to it 
as “my” house as after all, I did live there for most of my life.  Still, 
technically it was just my dad’s now.  My mom had moved to Oregon after 
the divorce so it wasn’t my “parents” house. Even though my Aunt Linda 
lived there now with my dad it wasn’t like they were married or anything.  
So in the end it was just my dad’s now.

Thankfully the headache had just about disappeared.  It’s pretty amazing 
what two little pills can do!  As I approached the door my anticipation 
of what was waiting for me on the other side completed the transformation 
the aspirin had already pretty much taken care of by now.  Even when I 
almost tripped on that damn rise in the sidewalk where a tree root had 
pushed it up - how many times had I tripped over it through the years and 
STILL somehow would catch a heel, I didn’t let it get to me.

Not surprisingly the door was unlocked so I just let myself in.  The 
hallway light was off and after the bright morning sun it took a moment 
or so for my eyes to adjust to the darkness.  Hmmmmmm, so where was 
everyone?  The downstairs was empty whereas usually either my dad or my 
aunt would be there to greet me.  Walking down the hallway towards the 
eating nook and kitchen, I listened for any activity in the house but all 
was quiet as a church mouse.

Turning into the kitchen I wasn’t sure who was more startled - me or my 
dad who was putting the coffee creamer down on the counter.

“Whoa, just about spilled it all,” my dad laughed as he looked up at the 
clock.  “Damn, I didn’t realize it was getting to be that time already.”

Obviously.  Normally I’d expect him to be “preparing” himself for me but 
this morning he was fully dressed in his suit with everything buttoned 
and zipped looking like he was about to step out the door.

“So where’s Aunt Linda?” I asked, a bit curious as usually she was always 
up before he was.

“Oh she had to leave early for some house showing,” he explained, “You 
know how some people are heathens and want to do their shopping on Sunday 
morning instead of going to church.”

He said that with a bit of a smirk.  Yeah, my parents had pretty much 
always been regular church attenders but I never got the impression my 
dad was really all that into it.  My mom had been the true instigator and 
I always got the impression that he pretty much went along for the ride 
rather than fight the inevitable.  Since she’d left after the divorce I 
think the only reason he goes now is because he wants to go there to be 
with me.  Oh well, better that he go than not regardless of the intent.  
Who knows, maybe something might rub off whether he wanted it to or not!  
I really couldn’t say anything as least he went, unlike my lazy husband 
who had to be practically dragged to attend even for Christmas and 
Easter.

“So then it’s just you and me, eh daddy?” I said seductively, pressing 
into him and licking my lips.

He didn’t say anything.  Instead he leaned down and pulled me in tight, 
pressing his lips to mine and we kissed passionately for the next few 
minutes as his hands roamed over me.  Definitely not your typical father-
daughter peck on the cheek, that was for sure!

“God I love your ass,” he muttered as he squeezed my butt through the 
thin dress I was wearing.  Of course that was all that separated his hand 
from my ass as I’d conveniently “forgotten” my panties - as if I ever 
remembered them in the first place.

It wasn’t long before I could feel his hands inching up my dress, 
bunching it up in my lower back until he had his hand planted on my bare 
smooth butt cheek.  His tongue continued to explore my mouth as he bent 
at the knees until he was able to press his middle finger between my legs 
from behind and then straight into my wet pussy.

“Hmmmmmm, I think somebody’s horny for their daddy,” he murmured as he 
easily pushed it deeper into me.  Yeah, I was horny and my pussy was wet 
to prove it.

“Fuck me daddy,” I sighed deeply.

It wasn’t like we had all morning.  Church would be starting in less than 
half an hour so I just went straight to the punch line.  I think of all 
the words I could utter, those three are the ones that turn my dad on the 
most.  Not that he’s unusual in the regard as from what most men tell me 
those are the same words just about all fathers want to hear from their 
daughter - if they’re honest enough with themselves to admit it.

“God I want to baby... so damn bad,” my dad said in a voice husky with 
pure lust.  Sure we usually started off as just your typical father-
daughter interaction, just some kissing and groping.  Then as things 
progressed it usually became more and more about his desires for me.  Not 
that it bothered me at all to have my dad get all horny for me.  Like 
what girl wouldn’t be proud to have her own father feel that way about 
her?  Even better, what girl wouldn’t be even more proud for him to SHOW 
her that he felt that way about her.

Well, show me he did as he released my butt to quickly undo his belt and 
pants.  Then his pants dropped to the floor along with his underwear.  It 
was a little comical in that he didn’t even bother stepping out of them 
but then it would’ve been rather difficult without removing his dress 
shoes.  In any case, what difference did it make as I wasn’t about to go 
running off anywhere.

Reaching under my butt my dad lifted me up onto the cold counter top next 
to the sink where I knew the drill.  I dutifully spread my legs for him 
and pulled up my dress affording him a perfect view of my soaking wet 
bare pussy.  Under the circumstances it wasn’t much of a surprise when I 
got the response I was hoping for!  My dad paused for a moment to just 
stand and stare between my legs.  Like I could almost feel his eyes 
boring into me!  

“God I love your fuckin’ pussy,” he whispered as if there was anyone who 
might hear him, “I can’t ever imagine NOT wanting it.”

Well, he better not!  LOL.

My dad grunted just a little as he grabbed my ankles and then lifted my 
legs up and onto his shoulders, scooting my exposed bottom to the edge of 
the counter top in the process.  We both watched intently as he grabbed 
his stiff dick and ran the head of it up and down my wet slit.  Oh yeah, 
I LOVE the feel of my father’s cock as it slides over my sensitive clit!

“Love it when you get this wet,” he murmured without taking his eyes off 
of what he was doing down there.

“Fuck me daddy, I want you in me,” I pleaded softly with him, scooting 
even further to the edge to try and drive him in.

Granted, it’s not like he needed the encouragement!  After a couple of 
final passes he positioned the head of his erection at the entrance to my 
waiting pussy.  Then he slowly pushed it into me and I watched as one of 
the most wonderful sights imaginable played out in front of me, one that 
I’ve seen hundreds of time yet each time it’s like it’s the first - my 
father’s cock as it disappeared inside of me!  Of course not only did I 
WATCH it enter me but at the same time I could FEEL it penetrating deeper 
and deeper into me as he slowly but steadily filled me with his 
incestuous dick.  Pushing harder, he didn’t pause until the base of his 
dick met up with my crotch and he was completely buried in my pussy with 
his thick dark public hair smashed against my shave crotch.

I groaned with pleasure!  “Oh daddy, that feels soooooo good!”

“Well you ought to be at this end,” he said a bit jokingly with me.

Although I didn’t think about it at the time, I have to admit sometimes I 
wonder just how it DOES feel to be a guy with that big thing sticking out 
of your crotch and then to have it surrounded by a woman’s warm and wet 
pussy.  Obviously it must feel pretty damn good considering what men will 
do for the opportunity!  Yet I’m more than happy to be the female in this 
coupling.  It’s like I am surrendering myself to my father as I accept 
his sexual organ inside of me.  And while it may feel good for the guy, 
it feels pretty damn good to me.  It doesn’t hurt that as a woman I have 
the equivalent of a semi-automatic whereas he has only one-shot in his 
holster.  None of the “one and done” for me!

Then there’s also the advantage that I don’t lose my mind after cumming 
like all men do.  God, the things guys do and forget after they cum!  
It’s like when they shoot their sperm into me their consciousness goes 
with it and until they recover they just act all silly and forgetful.  
I’m reminded of what Chris Rock once said about where wives find their 
husband’s porn... in the VCR.  Why?  Because after they cum they space 
out and forget to take it out!

Whatever I guess!  The only really important thing at this moment was I 
was doing exactly what I should be - submitting myself sexually to my 
father.  It thrilled me to see the almost animal-like expression on his 
face, the lust in his eyes, the almost frantic motions as he thrust 
himself into me and then pulled out almost all the way and thus rammed 
himself back into me again... over and over and over.  At times like this 
there’s not a doubt in my mind that I’m doing exactly what I should be 
doing - honoring my father and making him feel good.

“Oh daddy that feels so good... push it in me deeper.”

Apparently by now his vocabulary had been reduced to a series of grunts 
and groans as that’s all the response I got but at the same time he DID 
push himself in a little more as he would press his crotch in even harder 
and deeper into my waiting crotch.  I actually liked it best when he 
would pause between a series of rapid fucking motions and just hold 
himself inside of me, allowing me to feel him throbbing and moving just a 
little bit inside of me.

As horny as he was I knew he wouldn’t last long and as usual I had my dad 
pegged pretty well.  Granted, I may not always get things right when it 
involved other issues but when it came to sex I knew my dad like the back 
of my hand!  I guess when you consider how many times we’d been together 
since that fateful day over thirteen years ago that shouldn’t come as any 
surprise.

“Oh fuck baby... I’m gonna cum!”

My dad had his hands back under my butt again and I felt him pull me into 
him as he jammed his hard cock into me as far as he could.

“Give it to me daddy... give it to me! Give me your love daddy!”

And indeed he did!  With a series of rapid thrusts my dad’s cock began to 
spurt his incestuous sperm deep inside of my pussy.  Each time I felt him 
jam himself into me as I tried to imagine his cum shooting out from the 
tip and filling my pussy.  That was the final straw as I came, groaning 
loudly as my pussy felt like it was on fire!  My dad knew the signs, just 
as I knew his...

“That’s it baby, cum for daddy.”

It’s all he said, all he needed to say. My eyes closed and with my ankles 
locked behind his back I pulled him in even tighter as if somehow he 
could go even deeper inside of me if I tried.

“Ohhhhhhhhh My Godddddd!” I groaned.  A little cliché I know but then 
what else are you supposed to say?  Not like I was in any position 
(literally and emotionally) so make a speech.

After he’d finished my dad hugged me and pulled me in tight against his 
chest as he worked to keep his dwindling dick inside of me.  I smiled as 
I knew why he did it - for me.  Like all men, I knew my dad’s lust 
ejaculated along with his sperm and so far as HE was concerned we were 
all done and over.  One of the things I love about my dad is that he 
knows I need more than that and he does his best to give it to me.  Oh 
wow, it just felt so good to keep him inside of me as long as possible.  
It wasn’t about the sex.  It was just a daughter loving her father. 

My head was pressed against his chest and I could feel his heart racing.  
About the last thing I needed now was for him to have a heart-attack!

“I love you Kelly,” he whispered in my ear and then he let me lean back 
enough to kiss me.  Mmmmmmm, his tongue entered my mouth as I felt his 
dick still barely inside of me.  I loved knowing as we kissed that my 
pussy was now flooded with my dad’s cum.

My dad started to pull out but even at moments like this you had to keep 
your wits about you if you’re going to stay out of trouble.

“Wait daddy... hand me that napkin first.”

He chuckled as he knew what I wanted it for.  Heck, it wasn’t like it was 
our first rodeo yet it seemed I always had to remind him.  As I said... 
out goes the cum, along goes his mind.

With the napkin ready in my hand I unlocked my ankles to allow him to 
pull what was left of his erection out of my freshly fucked pussy.  As 
soon as he did I pressed the napkin to my crotch to stem the inevitable 
flood that until now his dick had been holding back like a finger in a 
dike.  I felt the napkin immediately get wet as our cum drained from me 
and into the napkin.  Meanwhile my dad was pulling up his underwear and 
pants...

“Good thing you always remind me... hate to have had that all over your 
pretty dress.”

Yeah, while I’d pulled it up enough earlier to reveal to him my bare my 
pussy I really should’ve pulled it higher so I wasn’t sitting on it.  
About the last thing I needed was a large wet stain in the back when I 
walked into church, especially in that location.  I suppose my coat would 
have covered it but sooner or later it would have to come off.  Granted, 
most people would probably not think twice but I knew more than a few 
people, especially some of the wives, weren’t exactly my fans and would 
be quick to draw conclusions - conclusions that we didn’t want to have to 
deal with in any case.

Once I was pretty sure most of it was out I slid off the counter top onto 
my heels once again.  As a precaution I held a fresh napkin under me 
which was a good idea as it gathered some more cum as well.  It wasn’t 
nearly as much as the flood that had escaped earlier but damn, how much 
had he dumped in me anyways?  It’s funny how that works with men.  Like 
why do they sometimes seem to have this huge load and then at other times 
it’s just a spurt?  You would think it would have something to do with 
how often they cum making it a production issue but that doesn’t always 
hold true.  Just one of those mysteries of life I guess...

Straightening out my dress, I saw my dad was putting the finishing 
touches on his belt buckle after which he turned to me smiling.

“Kelly, that was incredible... as always.”

I just smiled and we hugged and kissed again.  Even though it had 
technically only lasted a few minutes, it HAD been incredible.  When it 
comes to the emotional satisfaction I get from sex, time really isn’t 
relevant.  It’s all about WHO I have sex with and WHY they are fucking 
me.  In this case it was my father fucking me because I’m his daughter 
and he loves me.  It really doesn’t get any better than that so yes, 
incredible was the right word to use.


Chapter 3 - During Church
=========================

The drive to church was rather uneventful.  I’d brought a couple of 
napkins along which came in handy as I didn’t need his cum dripping down 
my leg as we walked down the aisle!  There was a time and place for that 
sort of thing and church was NOT one of those times!  It was a quick 
drive to the church parking lot and a few minutes later we walked into 
the vestibule where the pastor was there greeting people.

My dad shook our pastor’s hand and I just smiled when he looked at me.  
Granted, while I’d never done a thing with him and he’d never shown any 
interest in me other than to admonish me for dressing inappropriately, I 
still had fantasies about doing him during a sermon.  Guess it really 
wasn’t about him - more the act of doing such a thing!  Oh wow, my pussy 
was tingling and all I could think about was what he would say if he had 
a clue as to what my dad and I had just done not ten minutes before!

For the first part of the service the theme was pretty much just me 
looking around, saying hello to people during the greeting time, and just 
sitting there fantasizing about all the naughty things I’d love to do in 
church.  One of things I’ve always said about fantasies - you can 
fantasize about ANYTHING, it’s what you DO that counts.  Of course I’d 
never give my dad a hand job under his coat in the crowded pews but that 
didn’t mean I couldn't dream about it as I sat next to him.

As I sat there I would look at the other families and I couldn't help but 
wonder if any of the other girls had been fucked by their dad this 
morning.  Like how would I know if they had?  I mean who seeing me 
sitting next to my dad looking all prim and proper would ever even 
imagine that less than thirty minutes earlier I’d been planted on the 
kitchen counter with my legs locked around his waist while he fucked me 
until he flooded my pussy with his incestuous cum?

Having gotten in late we were seated somewhat towards the back so ahead 
of me I could see one father in particular that interested me.  He was 
there sitting in the middle of the pew with his frumpy wife on one side 
and his idiot son on the other with their cute college-age daughter sat 
on the opposite side of her mom from him.  Years earlier I’d teased him 
while working with his daughter’s youth group and one thing led to 
another until finally he took me home and fucked me on his daughter’s 
bed.  It was one of those things I loved - being fucked by a man 
committing adultery for the first time while fantasizing I was his 
daughter as he did it.  It was a one-time thing for us although he would 
have been more than willing to do it again.  As a general rule I don’t 
meet with such guys more than once.  Face it, the thrill for me is luring 
him to him cheat on his wife for the first time.  In this case I was also 
pretending to be his daughter (she was just fourteen at the time) and it 
was really erotic - the first time.  Like what was there to be gained 
from doing him again at least so far as I was concerned?  It’s like a 
girl giving up her virginity.  Once it’s done the magic simply can’t be 
repeated.

Smiling to myself I recalled how at the time he was so horny and worked 
up for his daughter’s young body.  Well, she was just in eighth grade at 
the time so what else would you expect?  I knew the odds were almost 
certain against him actually ever fulfilling those fantasies yet at the 
same time as I sat there with my father’s cum in me I couldn't help but 
wonder if maybe she had HER father’s cum in her.  Again, almost certainly 
not at any time and just about a complete certainty not this morning, but 
it was fun to think about it, especially in the horny condition I was in.

By now any remnants of my earlier uncertainties about sex today were long 
gone and now I was horny!  God I was horny!  Lord knows (no pun intended) 
it wouldn’t be the first time I’m left a church service to have sex in 
one of the classrooms or even one of the more remote restrooms.  In the 
past it was usually with a boyfriend although a few times I’d done it 
with either my dad or cousin Rick.  It was SOOOOOO tempting to put my 
hand between my legs and start to rub myself.  Memories of my youth back 
when I first learned what I could do with my fingers down there came back 
- as well as the lectures I would get later from my mother regarding 
appropriate behavior in public places!  With my legs crossed I rocked 
slowly which offered a little bit of help but not nearly enough.

My dad must have noticed me fidgeting because I saw him pull a pen from 
his pocket and write something one of the inserts from the church 
program.  He folded it and handed it to me.  Opening it carefully so 
nobody else could see what he’d written, I peeked inside.

I laughed to myself... “Horny?” was all it said.

I quickly refolded the note and elbowed my smart-alecky father sharply in 
his ribs.  Ba enough to have to suffer but it’s not like he had to rub it 
in!  Then again, that’s exactly what I wanted him to do although not with 
a pen and paper.

Then again, maybe he had something even better in mind...  I couldn't 
help but hope that he might suggest we take a break from the service but 
unfortunately as I thought more about it I realized that it was probably 
too close to his last orgasm for him to do it again.  Oh well, just one 
of the problems in having sex with older men!  While I have a distinct 
preference for older men, this was one area where the young boys I fucked 
sometimes had every advantage.  Like is it even possible for a fifteen 
year-old boy to go soft when he’s horny?  Still, the thought was making 
me all the more horny.  As I thought more about how he had just fucked me 
I seriously started to consider taking matters into my own hands - 
literally!

Thankfully the service ended - finally!  As we stood to sing the final 
hymn I couldn't help but realize I didn’t actually recall hardly a single 
thing from the service.  My mind had been distracted the entire time with 
all sorts of erotic thoughts of incest and adultery.  Whether it was me 
and someone in my family, me with another husband, or another father and 
his daughter, I’d just spent the entire service looking around and 
thinking about all the possibilities.  Yet again I couldn't help but 
wonder what were the odds that at least one other girl was in the 
sanctuary was having the same thoughts as me?


Chapter 4 - After Church
========================

We skipped the line to shake the pastor’s hand and headed straight back 
to my dad’s SUV.  Before starting it up my dad twisted in his seat as he 
turned to face me.

“You know... I was starting to think you were going to lift your dress 
and start going at right about the middle of the sermon there.  Is 
someone a little horny today baby?”

“Dad!” I admonished him, “I’m not THAT sort of girl.”

Needless to say he wasn’t buying any of that.

“No, you’re EXACTLY that sort of girl and that’s what I love about you.”

As a reward I lifted my dress to flash him my pussy briefly saying, 
“You’re just saying that because you love fucking me and you want to do 
me again.”

He chuckled at that and replied, “True... True... I DO love fucking that 
incredible pussy and I DO love that perfect little ass.”

My dad reached over and put his hand on my bared thigh.  The he stopped 
smirking and his expression became more serious.

“All joking aside baby, I love you and you’re the best daughter any 
father could ever hope to have.”

My heart swelled and I almost broke into tears.  Of course I knew he 
loved me - he’d just showed me how much not much more than an hour 
earlier after all.  Still, a girl can never be told too often.

“And I love you too daddy and you’re the best father a girl could ever 
hope to have.”

Just as things were getting all sentimental and fluffy, the smirk 
returned along with my horny father.

“Well, if that’s the case then why aren’t you sucking my dick yet?”

I glanced around and saw that the parking lot was already pretty empty.  
Guess people were in a hurry to get to the restaurants before they got 
too full.  The again, even if someone was to walk right by the window 
they wouldn’t have seen anything given the extra tint my dad had ordered 
for his SUV.  Oh well, why not?

One thing I LOVED about my dad’s SUV was the bench seats.  None of this 
massive console and bucket seat crap getting in the way.  I kicked off my 
heels and then twisted such that my bare feet were on the seat against 
the passenger door and wiggled my way until I was able to start undoing 
his pants.  He was just as anxious as I was so he helped to release his 
cock which was already well on its way to an erection.  No sooner was it 
available than I put my fingers around the base to steady it and took his 
warm dick in my mouth.

“Mmmmmmm, now THAT’s what I call being the slut I love,” he groaned as my 
tongue worked its way around his warm shaft.

Looking back, I think my dad first started calling me a slut shortly 
after I started having sex with my first boyfriend - who also happens to 
be my husband now although a lot of guys came and went in between (oops, 
another pun there).  Actually I think the first person to call me a slut 
was one my Aunt Sheri, the bitchy wife of my dad’s younger brother.  She 
has always been the preachy bitch and has never been able to deal with 
the way I dress.  While she never called me that to my face when I was 
younger, I overheard her use the phrase numerous times when she would 
gripe to my mom about the way I would come dressed over to their house 
when we visited.  Needless to say my mom never paid her one bit of 
attention.  Heck, she was the one who bought me the clothes and bikinis 
in the first place!  If anything I think she would have me wear even 
shorter skirts or tinier bikinis just to irritate my aunt all the more.

So anyway, one of my dad’s pet names for me since then has been “my 
little slut” and I love it when he calls me that as I knew it means 
whatever I’m is turning him on.  I guess sucking his dick in the church 
parking lot qualified - his erection certainly substantiated things and 
everyone knows that dicks never lie.

I could hear people nearby but my dad didn’t say anything other than the 
occasional groan so I knew everything was OK.  My dad wouldn’t ever allow 
anything bad to happen with me.  I knew no matter how horny he might be 
that he was keeping an eye out for us even if he WAS enjoying the BJ.

As I sucked my dad’s dick he reached into my dress and started playing 
with my boobs.  The advantages of not wearing a bra...  Although he was 
stretching out the dress a little it was nothing I thought it couldn't 
handle.  I just loved the way he played with my hard nipples, running 
them between his finger tips and tugging on them just the right amount.

“You know something Kelly, you’re boobs have really blossomed since 
having a baby,” he complimented me.  He was right, I was still pretty 
much a full cup size bigger now than I had been a couple of years before.  
Not that I’m complaining mind you!

As my father played with my boobs, I had my right hand stabilizing his 
dick leaving the left one free to put between my legs.  Continuing to 
suck his dick I started to masturbate with my dress hiked up to my waist 
so he could watch.  I’d learned early that my dad enjoyed watching me 
touching myself so I always tried to make sure he got a good view.

Everything was going so well!  I was sucking my dad’s dick, he was 
groping my boobs and I was fondling my clit and pussy all at the same 
time.  To top it off, all of this was happening in the middle of the 
church parking lot!  Well, not so much in the middle as on the outskirts 
but the principle was the same.  After enduring an hour of horniness in 
church it was just what I needed.

“Ohhhhhh!” I gasped, my voice muffled by the dick planted between my 
lips.  

Oh yeah, I was cumming and cumming hard!  My fingers plunged into my 
pussy as the palm of my hand rubbed against my clit.  My dad has just 
cupping my boobs now as he was concentrating more on his BJ and I think 
he was pretty close to cumming as well.

“Oh SHIT that feels so good!” he groaned loudly.  Good thing there wasn’t 
anyone right outside the door!

As my orgasm continued it was his turn and I felt the first spurt of warm 
cum flood my mouth as I sealed around his shaft with my lips.  He came 
again and then again and I found myself trying to deal with the pleasures 
of my own orgasm while at the same time worrying I might choke on my 
dad’s cum.  Well I guess there are worst dilemmas a girl can find herself 
in, LOL.

He finished quickly this time - maybe the “production” model for sperm 
quantity was working as it was a lot less than what he’d unloaded into my 
pussy before church.  As for me, I just laid there with the remnants of 
my own orgasm flooding over me like a gentle wave following the tsunami 
that has just hit me.

“Uhhhh, you’d better get up baby.”

That was NOT at the top of my agenda at the moment so I just laid there 
with my eyes closed next to his now spent dick.

“Kelly, I mean it... get up!”

The urgency in his voice grabbed my attention and I sat up quickly.  
Almost TOO quickly as I felt a little lightheaded in doing so.  Then I 
saw what had him so concerned.  Across the lot but heading straight for 
us from the church was none other than the pastor and his wife!

“Shit!” I cursed under breath, “Sorry daddy, didn’t mean that.”

My dad was too occupied with getting his pants back in order to worry 
about a little slip of the tongue like that.  For me I just had to adjust 
my dress a little and I was more or less presentable.  Thankfully my dad 
had cum completely in my mouth and after I’d swallowed the “evidence” 
there wasn’t anything to worry about it so far as it showing up in my 
hair or on my face or clothes.  One good reason for taking it in your 
mouth - no messy cleanup required.

My dad pushed the button to roll down the window as we each sat there as 
if nothing was out of the ordinary.  I guess technically that was true as 
an definition of what was “ordinary” for me and my dad would’ve included 
what we’d just done.

“Everything OK John?” the pastor asked, “Just noticed you guys have been 
sitting here a while so wanted to be sure nothing was wrong with your SUV 
or anything.”

“Oh no,” my dad replied trying again to sound as if all was perfectly 
natural, “We were just debating over where to go to lunch and Kelly was 
looking on line to see where we could get reservations.”

By then I had my phone handy and I waved it to him.  He couldn't have 
known what app was open so it really didn’t matter.  I had to give my dad 
credit for some quick thinking though.

“Well, you’re always welcome to join the wife and me if you’d like,” he 
offered.

My dad looked at me and out of our pastor’s line of sight he licked his 
lips and winked at me.  I knew then that my dad wanted lunch but what he 
wanted to eat wasn’t served by any of the local restaurants!  Well, none 
of the reputable ones at least.

“Hey, we appreciate the offer but I think we’re all set for today.  Maybe 
another time?”

That sort of ended that and we were alone once again.  My dad turned to 
me and grinned.

“What do you think he would have said if I’d told him I wanted to eat my 
daughter’s pussy for lunch?”

See, told you!  I know how my dad thinks.

We both laughed and he started up the SUV for the quick trip to his 
place.  Usually our Sunday “tradition” ended at this point and I’d head 
home for my horny husband.  Today, however, I could tell that things were 
going to be a little more extended than usual.

Well, not that I was complaining.  As I said at the start, sometimes it’s 
the familiar things that bring the most happiness!

THE END