Chapter 1: Sixteen and Loving It

The past two weeks have been the best time of my life. Since I gave my first blowjob in some dark movie theater way back when I was fourteen, I’d been what prudes like call “sexually active” (well, in my case make that VERY active). Once you get a good reputation, it’s not hard to find plenty of guys who want to help out. Most of the guys I dated were boys I knew at school and church although there had been that one father who worked with my dad ... Still, in most every way I was just your average horny teenage girl, enjoying my maturing body and experimenting with new things. OK ... so maybe I was a little more sexually experienced than your average high school sophomore but the profile still fit. After all, some of my friends, especially my best friend Beth, were miles ahead of me both in bust size and number of guys she’d had sex with.

Just when I thought thing couldn’t get better (at least sexually) about a month after my sixteenth birthday something happened I’d never dreamed possible, something that changed me forever. I’ve explained in detail in other diary entries how I started having sex with my parents so I won’t repeat it all here, but suffice to say that since we got started I’ve been looking for any opportunity to please my dad. Oh sure I’ve had guys with bigger cocks, others who could cum more, and let’s be real - nobody recovers like a seventeen year-old teenage boy. Even so, there’s something special about giving myself to my father. It wasn’t just the physical sex. I love being able now to actually join my body with my father’s, to be physically coupled with my dad in the most intimate way possible for two people. When I feel my dad groan and start thrusting hard, knowing it means he’s exploding inside of me, pumping his sperm deep within me, it’s at that moment I know more than at any other time just how much he loves me, as only a father can love a daughter.

Since our first time my dad’s been fucking me most every day at least once and I’ve never been happier! Being involved in an incestual relationship is still something relatively new for both of us and it’s as if once we opened the door, a new kind of mutual passion exploded and we simply can’t get enough of each other.

Nowadays I find myself waking up hornier than I’d ever dreamed possible (and believe me, that’s pretty darn horny!) and then I’ll play with myself until he comes into my bedroom before leaving for work. Waking up to your father standing over you with a massive erection, knowing it’s you he wants and needs, is well ... awesome. Except for a couple times I managed to spend a night with a boyfriend, I’d hadn’t had sex first thing in the morning and now I was having it EVERY morning before school.