Chapter 4: Getting Myself Ready

That night as I lay in bed masturbating myself to sleep, my mind drifted off to that night so many years before when my father first came to my bedroom. I remembered how nervous I was, yet excited beyond words. I’d been trying for over a week to “seduce” my dad after secretly watching him making love to my mom in our hot tub. I can still remember every detail, how wonderful it made me feel to see them having sex for the first time. Watching them, I realized what a wonderful thing it was that they were sharing. Sure, I’d been fucked by a number of boys by then but I’d never had anything happen like what I saw between my mom and dad. Little did I know at the time, but my dad had been desiring me for years but my mom had made him wait for me to make the first move. He probably would have taken me up on my “offer” the first time I suggested anything but again my mom made him wait until she was absolutely certain it was what I wanted.

My fingers rubbed gently on my clit as I recalled how fast my heart was beating as he approached me, looking so handsome with his dick standing out like a stiff rod. My dad had fondled me before, but that was just my dad touching me, no different than any other dad might do with his daughter. This time was different. This time it had a different intent, a different desire. This time he WANTED me ... in a way he never had before.

God I was so wet! My heart pounded as I pushed my finger into my pussy, reminding me of how it felt the first time my dad had entered me. Of course I was a couple of years and more than several dicks from being a virgin, but in its own way it was like my first time all over again. This wasn’t just some horny boy from school getting us off, this was my own FATHER penetrating me with his erect cock. It was WONDERFUL!

When I finally came, alone in the darkness of my bedroom, it was better than it had been in ages. My hips thrust upward from the bed, driving my imaginary daddy dick deeper into me, my cum gushing as my imagination worked overtime. In my mind he was cumming in me again for the first time. Sure, I’d felt boys cum in me before but this was different - WAY different. This was my DAD’S sperm inside of me. My own father was literally mating me! It was a feeling I would never forget and indeed, on this cold winter night I was cumming hard remembering every detailed moment.

In my closet are lots of dresses and outfits that I knew my dad would love - many of them based on past experience. I didn’t even bother looking, though, as I was determined to make this night really special. That meant, at a minimum, I had to wear something he’d never seen before. The next morning, after I masturbated and got cleaned up, I called my cousin Kristen to ask if she’d be interested in joining me on a shopping trip. She was a little sleepy still from her previous night’s work, but she assured me she would be ready to go by lunchtime.

I stopped by Kristen’s place just after noon and was rather surprised that she was at the door waiting. It wasn’t that she was lazy, but Kristen just wasn’t what you would call a “morning person”. Indeed, she was the type that would sleep in till mid-afternoon and then spend all night out. I guess that was good considering her profession.

“Hey, my mom told me to make sure you got special but she didn’t say why. What’s the story Kelly?” she asked as soon as she had buckled up and we were on our way to the mall.

I filled her in on the details and she just had this naughty smirk on her face. Finally, it got the better of me and so I turned to her while at a stoplight.

“OK, spill it girl ... what’s up with you?”

Kristen giggled and grinned even more at me. “Why bother shopping? Just walk in naked and I’m sure he’ll be just as happy.”

Just like my cousin. Well, she never claimed to be subtle. I guess in her line of work she didn’t have to worry about it. I didn’t even try to argue, she knew full well what my plans were and she was just trying to push my buttons. Yep, typical Kristen ... but I loved her anyway.

We spent the entire afternoon roaming from one store to another. I had a pretty good idea in my mind what I was looking for. Dinner called for something seductive but not TOO revealing. Sort of like setting the stage for the evening. I wanted other men to look at me so my dad would be proud of me - not to mention feeling pretty good about himself as all those other guys would be wishing they were him. At the same time, I didn’t want it to look like he was with an escort either so it had to be classy without being overly slutty. Not so much sexy as erotic. Revealing but teasing. Of course, it had to look good coming OFF as well as it did being ON. Not the easiest task by any means!

Most times I wore something like this, I didn’t bother with anything else. To walk into a room with nothing on but a little black dress and heels was stimulating, to say the least. Even if I DID wear something, it was usually nothing but a small thong. A bra was something definitely NOT on my list in the past. Today, though, was different. The only thing underwear was good for was not so much wearing it, it’s letting it be seen and then taking it off. So on top of hunting for the perfect dress, we had to find just the right lingerie to go with it. One or the other would have been hard enough to get in just one afternoon but to find an outfit that matched in just a few hours was a lot tougher than it might seem!

If nothing else proved how daunting our task was, consider that for the entire afternoon, neither Kristen or I masturbated or played around with each other or anyone else we met. Not that we didn’t have plenty of opportunities. The dressing rooms in several stores practically called out for some action and there were enough guys watching me try on dresses and bras that it would have been like shooting fish in a barrel to grab one of them. But we were on a mission, our energies and minds focused on the goal. This was one of the most important shopping trips I’d ever made and I wanted it to be perfect. I could always go out with her some other time and have some fun.

Finally, mission accomplished. Kristen and grabbed something to eat at TGI Fridays after which I dropped her off at home. By the time I practically stumbled into my apartment, I was exhausted! I hung up my new dress in the bathroom on the shower rail and dropped off my bags on the chair in my room, then simply flopped on my back onto my bed.

Oh my god, I was so happy! It had been a wonderful day with my cousin. Sure we didn’t do anything “wild and crazy”, but we had fun just the same, enjoying each other’s company and conversation. It was a rare opportunity for us to be this way, just two girls out together, enjoying themselves without the pressure of trying to “one up” the other or deal with guys. OK, so I’m sorry that there was nothing for guys to jerk off reading about, but it was important to me.

As exhausted as I was, I must have dozed off instantly as next thing I knew I was in the dark, laying on my bed with my clothes on and the lights off. Rubbing my eyes to try and wake up, my eyes gradually focused on the clock by my bed. Damn, it was after midnight! I must have been even more tired than I thought. How many miles had we put on the past afternoon? I know we had to have hit every shop at least twice! Struggling to get out of bed, I stripped off my clothes, debated whether I should shower first, and then said the hell with it and just crawled under the covers. I had a big night ahead of me and if I didn’t get some sleep now, I’d never be in shape for it when it came.

The next morning I awoke with a start. God, talk about a crazy dream! The memory of it was fading so fast I could only grab bits and pieces of it but whatever it was, it had me horny as hell! Reaching down under the covers, my pussy was soaking wet and my finger slid easily between my pussy lips until the tip of my finger was just inside of me. Damn, who was it that was fucking me in my sleep? It was so real, so intense, as if someone HAD been fucking while I was practically in a coma. All I could remember was the feeling of this massive dick, stroking in and out of me, then cumming and cumming, shooting streams of thick sperm into me like a hose that just wouldn’t shut off. It had kept pouring into me, literally gallons of cum, gushing out of my pussy around his dick and down over my ass onto my bed. As I fingered myself, all I could remember now was how much he had cum in me, more than ten guys normally could have. I twirled my fingertip just inside the entrance to my pussy, teasing the nerve endings that were clustered there, sending shivers up and down my spine.

Any other day, I might have tried to go back to sleep and relive the dream again, to find out who this magic dick belonged to, learn how he was able to cum so much in me. Sleep, however, was about the LAST thing my body was ready for as I quickly brought myself to a climax. As worked up as I was when I woke up, it didn’t take much more to send me over the edge! I was on my side, my hands plunged between my legs, curling up into a fetal position as I wanted to scream out.

It felt so good!

I used one hand to finger my clit while I pushed two fingers into me from the other. Goose bumps broke out all over me even though I was sweating but at the same time shivering. I closed my eyes and concentrated, not thinking about anything but what was happening between my legs, and how it was making the rest of my body go berzerk.