Chapter 2: The Second Time

The next morning I was having the strangest dream about a stranger fucking me from behind in the middle of a crowded mall. When I woke up with my eyes tightly shut, it was like I was awake but the dream hadn’t stopped - or was I still sleeping with some surreal dream still playing? As the fog lifted from my mind, I realized that I really WAS being fucked from behind and that indeed, it was no dream at all!

Someone was nestled up behind me as I lay on my side and had lifted my leg up enough and over theirs to get his dick inside of me! I’d gone to bed late the night before thanks to a movie I wanted to finish but I hadn’t thought I’d be so tired the next morning that I wouldn’t know it when a guy started fucking me! There was no doubt who it was. After all, who else would be in my bed in the morning fucking me? Turning my head, I looked over my shoulder to see my loving father smiling back at me.

“Morning baby,” he said cheerfully, never missing a beat as he stroked his dick in and out of me slowly but deliberately. It was if he was greeting me for breakfast or something, as if this was the most natural way for a girl to wake.

“Daddy, what are you doing?” I whined just little.

It wasn’t that he was hurting me or anything - quite the opposite if anything. It was just that I still hadn’t quite woken up enough to fully comprehend all that was happening. It was like I was still half in my dream except now I realized much of it hadn’t been a dream in the first place.

“Sorry baby, I just couldn’t help myself,” my dad replied, “You looked so damn sexy lying there I just had to fuck you. I was really trying not to wake you.”

Was he serious? Did he really think he could fuck me and then leave without ever waking me? Admittedly, it would have been erotic as hell to wake up and feel his sperm dripping from me and not remember any of it, but that’s not what happened nor was it reasonable to expect it. Instead, I awoke to find my own father drilling my pussy with his own personal oil rig. For the moment all I could do was lay there like a wet rag - well, at least I was wet at one particular location!

All the while my dad never stopped fucking me and I was finally beginning to wake up enough to enjoy what he was doing to me when I heard him groan and then he came in me. My heart skipped a beat, as it always does when my dad cums in me, when I felt him releasing himself deep inside of me.

When a boyfriend or anyone else cums inside of me, for me it’s all about the pleasurable feelings it gives me, not to mention avoiding the mess that would’ve been created had he squirting it all over me instead.

By contrast, when my dad cums in me it’s an entirely different experience for me. Of course it feels good as physically it’s no different being fucked by him than anyone else, but an entirely different emotional element is also present. It’s really hard to describe but in a way, it’s like my father is mating me. Before you get the wrong idea, I don’t mean anything kinky like he was trying to get me pregnant (I would NEVER want to get pregnant with my dad), it’s the symbolism of the act that I’m referring to, where the male dominates the female and leaves his seed behind inside of her.

Another way of looking at it is that for me, when anyone else cums inside of me from my perspective it’s done out of his own selfishness. Face it, it’s not like we’re married trying for a child, it’s just another horny guy getting off using my pussy. The only reason I allow him to do it in the first place is that I love it myself so in essence, we are both using the other for our personal pleasure. I don’t buy the crap that some guys expect me to believe where they claim to want to please the girl more than himself. As I said, if people are truly honest they admit that the truth - that we are both are doing it to satisfy our own needs, not the other’s.