Chapter 5: A Tradition is Started

As it turned out, a “tradition” is exactly what it became. For the rest of the summer my dad would come into my bedroom before he left for the office where he would have some form of sex with me. We usually only had ten to fifteen minutes, sometimes even less, so it didn’t leave a lot of time to get TOO creative.

Even so, the fun part for me was that I never knew exactly what he wanted each morning. Usually he would simply wake me and we would just have a quick fuck, typically missionary style if I was lying on my back already, or doggie style if I was on my stomach. If we had some extra time I would let him climb on my bed and I would ride his hard cock until he came.

Like my dad, waking up in the morning was the most naturally horny time of day for me. Despite my mom’s earlier protests, you could say it worked out for all three of us as it relieved her of having to deal with my dad in the mornings. I think it also was good for my dad’s stress levels as when he would cum and pump my pussy full of his sperm, it seemed to take a huge load off of him - physically and mentally, which put him in a better frame of mind to go to the office and work all day. My only regret was that our time was usually much too short and most of the time I was left to masturbate afterwards to finish myself off. I guess it was a small price for me to play considering how much I was pleasing my dad.

On a positive note, there WERE times, though, when he would get creative. More than once I awoke to the feeling of his cock violating my pussy, which for me was a super turn-on. I loved thinking about him entering my room while I was sound asleep and carefully getting into bed with me, pulling back the covers to reveal my nude body lying there just waiting for him to do whatever he wanted to with it. I trusted my father completely and I felt so secure knowing that I could offer myself to him in that way, letting him use me for his pleasure in any way he desired while I was totally at his mercy.

Sometimes when I masturbated I would think of him reaching between my thighs to spread them apart, revealing my bare pussy as I slept. Climbing over me, he guides his cock while spreading my pussy lips apart with the same hand. Ever so slowly he enters me, pushing himself into me as slowly as he could, trying not to wake me.

Sometimes I would moan as even in my sleep my body reacted to his cock. Usually this is when I would wake up and as the haze of sleep lifted I would realize what he was doing and inevitably he would see a big smile on my face since it was impossible for me to do anything else when he was fucking me. If he managed to get his cock completely in me until his crotch was pushing up tight against mine without his cock in between us without waking me, odds were pretty good he could then fuck me without waking me, which was a huge turn on for him.

Later I would wake and feel my pussy all wet with his cum draining from me and grin as I knew he had managed to do something few fathers ever get to experience, fucking his daughter in her sleep. He told me once how much that turned him on and how he would have to masturbate in his office later that day thinking about it.