Chapter 2: Pleasing My Dad the Morning of the Party

The morning of this year’s block party found me lying in bed sound asleep. Even though the air conditioning was running it had been a hot night. My bedroom was in the back corner of our second floor of our old house and for some reason never seemed to get as much cool air as the rest of house. As a result, my covers had long since been tossed off leaving me stretched out naked on top of my sheets. It wasn’t anything unusual for me to sleep nude as I’d been since I was twelve. At first it was just part of growing up and wanting to imitate my parents but over time I found it to be a much more comfortable way to sleep. On hot nights like this I couldn’t imagine even wearing so much as a negligee!

Having just woken up I was in one of those dreamy states where I wasn’t sleeping but yet hadn’t quite awakened either; just lying there on my side with my eyes closed and my outstretched arm hanging over the edge of the bed. Somewhere in my subconscious I sensed someone was in my room but I wasn’t sure if it was real or just a remnant from whatever dream I had just awoken from.

Then I felt something brush against my cheek and forehead and I stirred slightly. Whatever it was then pressed up against my lips. They felt dry so I licked them and in doing so I felt my tongue touching something warm and smooth. My groggy eyes opened just enough to see what it was and there right in front of me was my dad, standing naked at the side of my bed with his semi-erect cock in his hand. What I’d felt against my lips was his smooth cock head and I smiled up at him as I blinked to try to clear my vision.

“Good morning baby girl,” he said to me with a grin, “I thought you might like breakfast in bed.”

I grinned at him and without a word I opened my mouth wide for him, silently inviting him to push his cock into it. He didn’t waste any time as he leaned forward and soon I felt the warmth of his dick filling my mouth. He was still pretty soft but I could already feel the pulsing of the blood that was quickly filling it, making it harden and swell in my mouth.

Still barely awake, I just laid there with my head on my pillow and my eyes half-closed as he slowly worked his cock in and out of my mouth. At first he only pushed it in an inch or so at most, making it easy for me to accommodate him. I could feel the ridge of his cock head as it brushed over my lips and though I couldn’t hardly see it with my eyes all but closed I imagined how it must look to him as he watched his dick sliding effortlessly in and out of his daughter’s hungry mouth.

I knew it turned my dad as much to watch me suck his cock as anything and doing it now with me half asleep and helpless must have been really hot for him. My motto was “If daddy likes it, let him do it.” After all, isn’t that what an obedient daughter is supposed to do? I can’t say I was always the perfect daughter, far from it actually, but when it came to satisfying my father’s sexual needs, I NEVER said no, a point I was quite proud of.

“Mmmmmmm, looks like someone’s hungry this morning,” he murmured, more to himself it seemed than me.

I opened my eyes again and looked up at him and tried to smile as best I could - something that’s not all that easy with what was now a thick hard cock in my mouth. My dad put his hand on the back of my head and pulled me forward as he pushed himself deeper into me. His coarse pubic hair brushed against my face as he stroked in and out of my mouth which tickled me in a nice way. I could smell the male scent of his crotch which was made even stronger by the musky odor of his sweat that mixed in with it. My outstretched arm, still hanging over the edge of the bed, brushed against his leg and I instinctively grabbed him with my hand and pulled him towards me.

“Ahhhhhh, she wants it deeper,” he said softly.

My response was to lift my head to meet his inward thrusts which allowed him to drive his incestuous cock even further into my mouth. He moved up until he was right on top of me, forcing his warm cock into my teenage mouth until it hit the back of my throat. My automatic gag reflex started to kick in but I’d long since learned how to deal with THAT problem! My throat relaxed sufficiently enough to allow him to push himself down into it like a tight pussy. He then thrust himself in until the base of his cock was solidly pressed against my face and then pulled it out just a bit to allow me to catch my breath.

Over and over my father slid his cock into my mouth, but now it was all wet with my spit and it fit easily in my throat.

“Oh my god!” he moaned, “You know Kelly, you’re one incredible cocksucking slut.”

He didn’t mean that in a bad way. Indeed, whenever my dad called me a slut I knew he meant it as a glowing compliment so I didn’t mind it in the least.

It felt wonderful to just lay there, sucking my dad’s cock, knowing that he loved it when I sucked it. More than anything else in the world I wanted to please my father and if that meant giving myself to him physically, well then I would do whatever he wanted.

I LOVE giving head but giving my dad a blowjob was a completely different experience compared to how I feel when I suck other men’s cocks. To be perfectly honest, with other men I’m being utterly selfish in that I do it for MY pleasure more than his. I love the way a man will plead with me to suck him. I love the power I feel holding his tender dick between my teeth. It makes me feel sexy feeling a cock harden in my mouth, knowing it is ME that is causing the reaction that he can’t control. Then there is that incredible thrill I feel when he spurts his cum against the back of my throat and on my tongue, knowing that I have pleasured him using nothing more than my mouth and tongue.