Chapter 4: Fucked by My Dad

Later that night my dad and I were in the family room watching TV when mom called down the stairs saying she needed to do some shopping and would be gone for a few hours. It was all I could do to keep a straight face as I knew full well her true intentions. As I’d come to expect, no sooner was she out the door than my dad moved over to the couch, taking a seat next to me. His hand pressed between my legs, seeking out my pussy as he fondled and groped me.

“C’mon baby, don’t you need your daddy to fill up that empty tight pussy of yours?” he teased me with a naughty grin.

His words made me shiver with anticipation as I looked him in the eye and saw the sexual desire and lust that was now plainly visible whenever he was horny for me. No more pretending he wasn’t interested. A big grin came to my face as I licked my lips in anticipation. This time, though, it was not just about the great fucking I knew I was about to get that was making me horny. I was thinking further ahead and wondered how it would happen. In the meantime, it was time to please my father and I knew exactly how to turn him on!

“Mmmmmm, yes daddy ... fuck me!” I encouraged him.

It didn’t take me long to figure out those last two words never failed to get a rise out of him (literally) although I don’t think this time he needed any help judging from the massive erection already poking out through his pants. Without another word, he gathered me up in his arms and carried me off to their bedroom where he literally dumped me on the bed and then stood back from the edge as he quickly undressed. Following his lead, I stripped off the loose T-shirt I’d been wearing and scooted over on my side to the edge of the bed where I waited impatiently for him to finish. As his pants and underwear came down I licked my lips in anticipation as his hard cock was freed and stood up and away from his handsome body. It made me tingle as I realized he was that way because of me. As my mom had said long ago when I first became interested in boys ... men can SAY anything but their dicks never lie.

What can I say? How do I explain it? If you’ve never been a girl confronted by her father’s incestuous lust, how can you even begin to understand the intensity of the emotions that were filling me? There’s just something about seeing your own father getting turned on by you that means so much more than just your typical horny guy. It made me proud to know he felt that way about me, that I could turn him on even more than the girls in the porn flicks and magazines. Seeing my dad’s stiff erection, I knew it was ME that was the cause. It was ME that my father wanted right now. It was ME that he wanted to fuck. Seeing his desire for me, his NEED for me, made me feel so much closer to him than I ever had before.

Once he was finally naked (it didn’t take long!) my dad stepped closer to the edge of the bed where I was waiting for him hungrily. His hands were on his hips like a statue with his dick sticking out, just an inch or so from my face. My eyes locked on to his erection like lasers. I could smell the musky scent of his scent, so masculine and strong when he was aroused. It’s amazing how different it seemed now that I knew WHO it was for ... and had been for but I just didn’t know it. Mmmmmm, I couldn’t wait to let him feel my mouth around his cock and he certainly didn’t waste any time in letting me do it! I eagerly reached out and grabbed it with one hand, pulling him in towards my waiting mouth. I loved the feeling of him in my hand, the contrasting sensations of the smoothness of his outer shaft encasing the solidness of his erect dick.

The only thing I regretted was he was already so hard. While that might sound odd considering what was about to happen, one thing I’d learned to enjoy was the feeling of a penis growing in my mouth. The transition from the small flaccid state as it swelled and throbbed between my lips, onto my tongue, never ceased to fascinated me. It was like the pride a gardener takes in watching his plants grow, knowing he was the responsible for them. So it was for me, feeling him growing in my mouth, knowing it was his lust for me driving it. So far I’d only been able to enjoy such an experience once with my dad as usually when we started he was just as he was now - stiff as a steel pipe. Once my mom was working late and he was taking a nap so I ever so quietly reached into his boxers and gently sucked his soft dick. It’s sort of ironic that sometimes they are referred to as a man’s “little” head as compared to his “big head” on his shoulders. I say so because like the big head, the little head had a mind of its own and responded regardless of the big head. By the time he woke he had grown to full stiffness and I loved the way he looked when he realized what was happening.

Now I take pride in my cocksucking skills and typically I’ll start out just stroking a guy, running my fingers through his pubic hair, maybe toying with his balls a little. Then I’ll begin licking his shaft and kissing just the head, teasing him. Well, THAT wasn’t about to happen today as my dad was so horny he just wanted to get right at it. The moment I opened my mouth wide he plunged his dick into it and started fucking my mouth while his hands reached out and held my head still. He groaned loudly, releasing the pent up lust that was threatening to explode within him.

“OH god Kelly, that feels so fuckin’ good,” he moaned, “I just love how my baby girl looks with my dick in her mouth!”

He then slowed down his thrusts, allowing me to start sucking on his cock in a more controlled manner. Still, when he pushed it forward it would hit the back of my throat, causing me sometimes to gag a little but he didn’t keep it there which allowed me to regain my composure. My deep-throating skills were still “under construction”, as my mom would tease me when I would tell her of my previous efforts. At the same time his right hand moved down from my head and cupped my small breast, gently squeezing it and playing with my nipple between his fingers. He used his other hand to grab a handful of my hair and tilted my head back so he could see me better as I sucked his dick. I turned my eyes to him, knowing how much it turned on a guy to look him in the eyes with his dick in my mouth. Daddy was a man ... and he loved it like a man.

As I sucked his balls rolled gently in my hand, his coarse pubic hair running through my fingers. It was amazing. As many cocks as I’d sucked in the past two years, I felt a special thrill when I sucked my dad’s dick. I don’t really know how to describe it but somehow knowing it was my FATHER’S cock made it so much more special. Like, how many girls were lucky enough to ever have this opportunity? Indeed, it was something special, something that can only be shared between a father and his daughter. What more can I say? I loved it!

My dad’s hand moved from my breasts and reached to the side and then between my legs. I lifted my uppermost leg for him and felt his large hand cupping my warm crotch. His finger began to press and explore and soon he found my wet pussy hole, already dripping with my desire for him. God it felt so good! I moaned softly as I sucked his stiff cock when his finger pushed its way inside of me and then started to stroke in and out of me like he was fucking me with it.

“Damn you’re wet!” he chuckled, “I take it that somebody’s horny for her daddy to fuck her, am I right?”

I just nodded, not wanting to release him from my mouth but he wanted more. One thing I’d learned quickly about my dad, he always wanted to hear me say I wanted him. At first I thought it was out of concern that he wanted to be 100% sure it was something I wanted as much as him but once that point had been well established, he still insisted I tell him.

“Tell me Kelly,” he growled with his desire thickening his voice, “Tell me what you want. Tell me!”

Holding onto his cock, I let my mouth slip off just long enough to respond saying, “Oh yeah, anything you want Daddy - anything.”

It wasn’t good enough ... I knew it wouldn’t be but I also loved hearing him ask me.

“Tell me Kelly!” he demanded in a more forceful manner, “Tell me what YOU want. If you really want something then you need to ask for it.”

Sometimes I wondered what would happen if I didn’t play along and tell him what he wanted to hear. Would he really NOT fuck me? Somehow I couldn’t picture him stopping at this point. It was like he was a freight train - nothing was going to stop him. It didn’t matter really, I wasn’t going to refuse him, not for this, not for anything he wanted.

“Fuck me daddy,” I said softly, in my bet “little girl” voice. Yes, the three words he wanted so badly to hear. Still, it didn’t hurt to emphasize the point so I added, “I want you to fuck me ... cum inside me.”

What is it about men that they love when a girl asks for them to cum inside of her? Every boy who has ever fucked me has told me they love it when I ask. Like where else would I want them to cum? Sure porn movies love the cum shot scenes where a guy sprays it all over her face and body but what’s the point in that anyways? God gave me a pussy designed for one thing - to receive a man’s sperm. Who was I to argue with God’s will?