Chapter 3: Ready and Waiting

Fortunately I wasn’t disappointed only this time I was already awake when he entered my room. I’d been playing with myself so I was warm and wet, all ready for him. He grinned when he realized what I’d been doing - and WHY. What father wouldn’t smile seeing his naked daughter laying on her back with her legs spread in anticipation of him fucking her? He wasted no time in climbing up on top of me and I could tell he wanted me badly. Then I felt his already hard dick pressing against my pussy, anxious to enter me like a dog straining against its leash.

“Tell me what you want Kelly,” he whispered in my ear as he kissed my neck and ran his tongue around my neck and ear, “Tell me what you want your daddy to do to you.”

“I want you to fuck me daddy,” I softly replied, “I want you to show me how much you love me. Please fuck me daddy.”

“God I love hearing you say that,” he groaned as he pushed himself into me and started fucking me missionary style.

As he started to fuck me in earnest, I sighed at the feeling of him entering me and my heart was filled with love for my father. No matter how many times he fucks me, each time it’s like it’s our first time all over again. It’s as if the previous times were all just a dream and now my dream was coming true again as I give myself totally to him.

“Hmmmmmm ... I think somebody likes her daddy waking her up this way in the morning,” he teased me as his rigid dick moved in and out of me in a continuous rhythm.

“Oh daddy, don’t be so silly!” I giggled like a little schoolgirl, “You know you can do anything to me ANYTIME you want.”

My dad was panting as he kept fucking me but he still managed to say, “I know ... that’s what makes you such a great daughter!”

His strokes were now long and at a steady pace, like a marathon runner who had established his rhythm. Each time he would pull out until only his head was in me where he would hesitate just long enough to tease me and then push it back into me with a steady, deliberate motion. When our bodies met and he was completely engulfed by my pussy, he would again hold himself there for just a moment, grinding his hairy crotch against my bare pussy in a circular motion, and then just as deliberately pull back out of me again. It was enough to drive me crazy with desire. God I loved to be fucked this way!

He needed to be in me deeper so I pulled my legs in until my feet were flat on the bed with my knees up and then I spread my legs apart as far as I could so he could push himself in between them more easily. My entire bed rocked slightly when we met, pushing me up onto the bed just a little more each time each time until after a while he would lean back on his knees and pull me back down again, then leaning over me again and resume fucking me again.

“Damn your fucking pussy feels so good,” he whispered hoarsely to me, “Oh Kelly ... I can’t hold back much longer.”

“Cum in me daddy,” I pleaded, “Oh daddy, PLEASE cum in me.”

As I mentioned, I loved it when he came in me any time but this was my favorite position - missionary style, at least when I’m with my dad. With other guys I enjoy being on top as well as it gives me more control over how I’m getting fucked. However, when I’m with my dad I love it best when he pins me down on the bed beneath him, driving his incestuous cock in and out of my pussy however he wishes, holding my arms down behind my head as I submit to his will. It wasn’t that he was forcing me to do anything or even worse, raping me, not by ANY means do I mean to infer THAT. Even so, I did like to feel dominated by him where I’m powerless to do anything to stop him, even if I had wanted to (which I never did!).

Never in my wildest dreams could I even imagine allowing myself to submit to any other man like this. He was my father, the man I trusted more than anyone else in the world, and it was a like a public demonstration of that trust when I gave myself to him.

“Oh yeah baby, here it comes,” my dad groaned, “I’m cumming inside of you ... can you feel it Kelly?”