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
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Chapter 1 - Being Me
Chapter 2 - Before Church
Chapter 3 - During Church
Chapter 4 - After Church
Chapter 1 - Being Me
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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
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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