Chapter 5: Back Home Again

Beth kissed me on the cheek and we said our goodbyes as she dropped me off at the curb in front of my house. When I went in who did I find but my dear ol’ dad waiting for me in the kitchen, just as he had promised he would. I guess I should have never doubted him. He flashed a warm smile when he saw me walk through the door.

“Well Kelly, how was your party tonight? So tell me, how many lucky guys got to fuck you?”

“It was fun dad. You know, they’re talking about holding the next one at someone who has a swimming pool next time.”

My dad got up and walked over to me where he held me. I loved feeling his body up against mine, his strong arms holding me and protecting me. As he hugged me a feeling of fatherly love and comfort filled me and it was then I realized how empty the entire experience had been. Sure, the party had been exciting but face it, the sex was just sex and about as devoid of emotion as it could be.

Memories of the last guy came into my head and I realized I could’ve just as easily been a latex doll for all he cared about me. In a way, I felt like I did not long after masturbating. There was a sense of sexual relief and a momentary rush of pleasure but it was followed by a sense of emptiness, one that was never quite filled unless I was sharing myself with someone I wanted to give myself to. Tears of happiness came to my eyes as I hugged my dad as tight as I could, longing for him and needing him more right then than I could remember in a long time.

“Oh daddy, what I really want is you,” I sobbed, overcome with the pent up emotions that were suddenly being released. “You’re always there for me, always ready to satisfy me. After tonight I appreciate more than ever how you want me but still respect me as a woman and your daughter.”

I looked up at him and our eyes met although mine must have been red from my sudden and unexpected outburst. God I loved him so much right then. There wasn’t anything I wouldn’t do for this man, nothing I would refuse him. If anything I wanted him to be demanding just so I could submit to him prove to him that there was nothing he could want of me that he couldn’t have.

“Please take me daddy, I need you to love me,” I begged him.Yes, after a night of wanton lust and pure sex I needed to be loved. I needed someone to make me feel special, someone to want me for ME, not just my body. I wanted to give myself over to him, to let him take total control of me and do with me whatever he wished. I don’t mean anything at all like the guy who fucked me from behind did, where he did it purely for his own satisfaction. The way my father treated me when I released myself and made myself totally vulnerable to him told me more about his love and respect for me than any words could ever do.

My dad stroked his fingers through my hair and reached down to kiss me. As soon as our kips met it intensified into a passionate and lingering kiss. Finally our lips parted and he looked at me with an expression only a daughter can see in her father’s face.

“Don’t worry baby,” he whispered gently to me, “Daddy will take care of you. Let me show you how much I love you.”

With that, he picked me up in his strong arms and carried me up to my parent’s bedroom. My mom was already in bed watching TV. She looked at us and I knew that she saw the way I was clutching my arms around his neck and could tell that how much I needed him right then, even if she wasn’t sure why.

My mom’s perceptiveness and understanding, especially at times like this, was one reason why I love my mother so much. She is so incredibly unselfish when it comes to me and my dad. The simple reason was that my parents were so in love that she never worried about him fucking me, or even her sister for that matter, because she knew that it was she that he truly loved, hat she was his soul mate and that he would always be faithful to her as his wife. My mom had the confidence that comes with unconditional love, knowing that her husband could use me to fulfill his addictions and desires and yet still be her husband. My dad’s heart would always belong to her and her alone - even if his cock was shared now and then with me.

Without a word my mom moved over in the bed to make room for us, not doing anything that might break the spell between my dad and me. I loved it when she watched my dad take me this way. Not in a naughty or kinky way but out of my love for her. It was such a wonderful thing for her to see my father’s expression of love for his daughter and share those feelings with her. Somehow, if we had done it in my room with her alone on the bed just listening to us through the thin walls there would have been something missing. It would have been like we were hiding something from her when just the opposite was true.

My dad gently laid me on my back and ever so slowly undressed me. He then quickly stripped off his shorts and sat on the side of the bed next to me, nude and quite handsome for his age. His fingers slowly ran up and down the entire length of my body, soothing me and helping me to relax. He ran his fingers through my hair as I closed my eyes, soaking up his love. Then I felt his warm lips on mine again and I opened my mouth in response, just enough to allow his tongue to find mine.

As he kissed me with all the love of a father for his daughter, he lay down next to me and I could feel his warm naked body pressed along the length of mine. His incestuous cock was ready for action, already hard as I felt it pressing against the side of my hip when he moved enough to rub it up against me.

As his hands caressed my entire body, I played with my breasts with one hand while I felt his hand work its way down my stomach and then past my crotch. He played his fingers up and down my legs, working their way to the sensitive inner thigh regions where I loved to be touched. Instinctively, like a female dog in heat, I spread my legs apart, making it easier for him to move his hand up to where my legs joined.

Even though I was prepared, I still jumped just a little when his finger first touched my sensitive clit. At this point in the evening, even the slightest touch of his finger on me was enough to send shivers down my legs and up my spine. He spread my pussy lips apart and circled his finger around the opening of my pussy, slowing entering me just a little bit to run his finger just inside of me. God it felt so good when he touched me right there!