Chapter 2: Inspiration Through Masturbation

Somewhat dejected at my lack of inspiration, I slowly retreated to my bedroom and flopped on my bed face down. I needed some motivation but all I could think about was the strong odor of sex that remained imbedded in my sheets from our activities earlier in the morning. Although the wetness had long since evaporated, the distinct scent of my pussy remained where I had cum this morning and soaked the sheets in a large circle under my ass.

My dad had already hurriedly fucked me earlier this morning and left for work, leaving me to finish myself off and as I laid there I remembered how good it felt to touch myself, knowing even though he was gone, his incestuous cum was still deep inside of me. The more I thought about it the hornier I was getting and it didn’t take long for my hand to reach under the loose T-shirt I was wearing and cup my pussy with my palm. God it felt so warm! My middle finger pressed inward, forcing itself between my pussy lips and up against the entrance to my pussy hole.

As I pressed harder, my fingertip penetrated me, reminding me even more of how my father’s finger had been in me when I woke up. As I tried to clear the sleep from my eyes I could feel his long finger pushing its way deeper inside of me. Overall, it wasn’t a bad sensation to wake up to! My finger moved in and out of me, just as my dad had done only a couple of hours earlier, rubbing against the walls of my pussy and stimulating the bundles of sensitive nerve endings that lined the inside walls of my pussy.

When my finger was wet from the moisture of my pussy, I dragged the wetness from my pussy hole up to my clit, spreading my pussy juices around it to moisten it which made it easier to slide my finger around it. I loved the way my dad would run circles around my clit, teasing it slowly until I would beg him to do it faster and so I did the same, running my middle finger around and around my hardening clit. I gasped and cried out, again begging for him to rub me faster except it was my own finger that responded.

Awake and horny, I had wanted him to fuck me so I simply asked him. All I needed to say was, “Fuck me daddy.” He knew I wanted it but it was sort of a game we played where I had to ask for it before he would give it to me. The “daddy” part was important - he would just ignore me until I said it right!

He didn’t say a word in response but simply got on top of me and as I held his cock in position, he thrust himself quickly inside of me. My eyes were closed as I recalled the wonderful sensation I get whenever a dick first penetrates me, especially when it was my dad’s. Now I used two fingers from my other hand and pushed them in me, imagining it was his cock once again that was violating me while I continued to rub my hard clit with my other hand.

“Mmmmmmm, fuck me daddy,” I murmured to myself as I plunged my fingers into my pussy and then started to stroke them in and out of me - just as his wonderful cock had fucked me this morning.

“Oh fuck me daddy!” I gasped again, then repeating myself over and over and over again as I played with myself using my fingers.

I could almost feel his hot breath again on my face as he pumped his cock in and out of me, driving me down into my bed with each hard thrust of his hips against my crotch. Then he had stopped breathing, holding himself up with his head thrown back while he grimaced as he held himself back.

Finally, he couldn’t resist any further and a loud breath escaped him and he sucked in a lungful of air as his cock erupted like a volcano inside of me. In response, my hips lifted high up off the bed as I thrust another finger inside of me, pushing all three now into me as deeply as I could as I tried to imagine that once again his hot cum was streaming into me, each load feeling like a bloom of heat inside of me momentarily.