My name is Cathy. I was the only daughter of my parents. I had one younger brother, Jim. We were a happy family. An accident that took my mother's life changed our lives.

I had just turned 14 and Jim was 10. I had do do most of the housework. it really hard. Dad took to drinking. Otherwise Dad, at 37, was a very handsome, healthy, well-built, strong, hairy hunk of a man.

My body started to develop rapidly about the time I turned 15. My breasts were already hitting 34 inches. Dad certainly became aware of my development, because he was often ogling my chest. He was discrete at first but did it more boldly as time went by. I knew Dad had lustful intentions when he started hugging me on the pretext of being affectionate.

Sometimes when Jim and I would be watching TV, he'd walk in, sit on his couch, and pat his lap, saying, "Cathy, please come and sit on Daddy's lap." Then he would cuddle me. I must admit I felt nice. This happened many evenings, me sitting on his lap and he cuddling me.

A few months after my 15 birthday, Dad was retrenched from his job and he started to drink more, and did not want to look for another job. Well, from then on he was home a lot of the time and we lived on the generous retrenchment benefits. I disliked Dad for drinking, for not finding a job and for ogling my body.

With Dad in the house all the time now, I began to feel more and more uncomfortable. With alcohol in him, his eyes would rove all over my body. He started commenting frequently on how I'd grown into such a fine woman, his eyes staring at my chest or buttocks. He took to brushing against me 'accidentally'.

Once, after dinner, I was changing the bedsheets for washing the following day. Dad came up behind me and slipped his arms under mine from behind, and pressed up against me. I felt the bulge of his groin right up against my buttocks as I was wearing thin shorts. I remember squirming and he chuckling, as he kept gently rubbing up against my body. Then he left the room. From then on, Dad would find opportunities to come up behind me and hug me, pressing his groin against my full buttocks. I kept protesting, but I couldn't deny the fact that he succeeded in getting my body aroused.

By the time I turned sixteen, my body was very well developed. My breasts had swelled to 36 inches, were firm and round, and thrust forward boldly. My buttocks and thighs were full and shapely. Since I liked to wear shorts at home, Dad had my shorts especially tailor-made for me. They were very short and made of very thin cloth He also bought thin blouses and small thin lace panties for me to wear. Dad said, "You should wear short shorts, Cathy. You've gorgeous thighs to show!"

Dad began to say bolder things to me. Frequently, he would comment, "Cathy, your breasts have filled out nicely," or "Cathy, your breasts are big and round," or "Cathy, your breasts are thrusting out nicely." Also he looked boldly at my body. He would eye my crotch through the thinness of my shorts right in front of me. He even started touching my breasts and buttocks now and again.

"Dad, I've housework to do," or "Dad, Jim has asked me to help him with his homework," would be my frequent excuses to get away from him when he started to touch my breasts or buttocks. However, they became less and less effective. As months went by and my body developed more, Dad started getting bolder and more demanding, cupping my breasts now and again, caressing my buttocks and hugging me from behind. How I wished he would stop drinking, find a job and be a good father.

One night, after Jim had gone to bed, Dad asked me to watch TV with him. After a while he said, "Cathy, come here and sit on your Daddy's lap.

"No daddy... it's not proper."

He looked angry. Come here and don't disobey your dad."

I did not want to make him angry. I remember walking hesitantly over to him, and sitting on his left thigh, facing away from him. Even then, I could feel his hairy thighs against mine, since both of us were wearing our short thin shorts. Taking me by my hips, he turned me around to face him, with my legs on each side of him. Smiling appreciatively, his hands still tight around my waist, he pulled and settled me right against his loins, so that our crotches ground together. Now, my legs were to each side of his legs, straddling him. Gasping, I tried to get off, but he held me firmly.

"Now that's a good daughter," he moaned, as he pressed himself against me. Through his thin boxer shorts and my own thin shorts, I could feel the hard bulge of his manhood. As he crushed my crotch against him, he began humping back and forth. With each forward push of his hips, he pressed down on my hips, so that I could feel his bulge on my vagina through the thin material of our clothing.

"Daddy! Let me go! I'm too old to be sitting on your lap! Please!" I gasped.

"Relax darling... relax," he said in gasps, as his bucking quickened in pace. I could feel his penis through his shorts. It felt huge. His constant rubbing caused a wedge in my own shorts, and my panties rode up into my crotch between my cunt lips. Dad's cockhead slipped inside the wedge in my vagina. For 5 minutes there was heated crotch grinding, then he groaned loudly. His hands came up behind my back, pressing our bodies close together. My breasts kept rubbing against his massive chest, even as he was grinding our crotches together. The large head of his manhood, which I could feel through the thin material of our shorts, was wedged right up between my cunt lips. Stunned, I could feel it throbbing wildly inside the entrance of my vagina, as if it had a life of its own. I realized that I was getting excited and aroused. Then his manhood jerked and jerked wildly and spurted and spurted and spurted. Groaning, he held me motionless against him, while he finished his orgasm, ejaculating copious amount of his sperm, soiling my panties and crotch area. "Oh Cathy, you're a good daughter!"

"Dad, it's wrong to do this!" Damn him, I thought.

After a few minutes, he seemed exhausted and leaned back against the couch. I scrambled off his lap, ran up to my room. I realized my entire crotch area was all damp. Removing my shorts, I examined my panties. They were soaked wetly with my dad's cum too, so that they looked transparent showing my vaginal lips. I rushed to the bathroom to clean myself.

These incidences became more and more frequent. At least once a week, especially when I was wearing my thin shorts, Dad would get me to straddle him and rub his cock through our clothes against my clitoris, and his cockhead would wedge itself between my cunt lips and jerk and throb wildly. I used to get very excited with my cunt convulsing with pleasure although I would be constantly protesting at what Dad was doing, "Dad, you shouldn't do this! It's wrong!"

By the time I was in my junior year of high school, my body was fully developed, very shapely, with narrow waist and full shapely thighs. My breasts were big, measuring 38 inches and thrust forward brazenly. My body was RIPE! Ripe for fun! But I dare not take a boy friend because my Dad had warned me against getting a boyfriend.

I remember one day, coming home from school, I found a magazine on my bed. The magazine read, "Taboos". On the front cover was the picture of a teenage blond girl on all fours on a bed. Behind her, an older man with his arms clasped around her waist, had his huge penis buried in the girl's cunt. The banner across the cover read:

HOT PHOTOS

FATHER-DAUGHTER INCEST.

I stood there, leaning down and looking at the picture for a while. Suddenly my Dad came up and hugged me from behind. He was naked, except for his short thin shorts that only managed to cover his huge bulging penis and balls.

I blushed, embarrassed at having been caught looking at his filthy magazine.

Dad stared at me smiling. "So, Cathy, do you like to see Daddy's magazine?"

I turned around to leave, saying, "Sorry, Dad." But he held me and forced me to lie down on the bed. I lay on my stomach and Dad quickly lay on top of me, pushing up my skirt to fit his bulge between my buttocks.

"It's okay, Cathy. I'm happy you like to see the magazine. Come let me show you some more photos. I'm sure you'll find them very nice," his voice had turned thick. One arm holding me down, he turned the pages of the magazine.

"Look at this lovely photo, Cathy," he said, placing the magazine in front of my raised face. To get this over with quickly, I looked down at the picture. It showed a very young girl being fucked by her 'father'. There was sheer delight on the girl's face and the banner read:

"Daughter's incestuous fun with Dad".

I gasped.I was shocked. This was the first time I had ever seen such an explicit photo of the sex act. Dad turned the magazine and showed me several more photos, all explicitly showing fathers fucking their young daughters. In spite of my reason telling me that they were obscene photos and shouldn't be looked at, I felt some excitement in my loins, at seeing such graphic displays of the sex act. What surprised me most was that all the girls appeared to be enjoying sex with their fathers. Collecting myself, I said, "Dad, I have to go and prepare dinner." I squirmed, feeling through the thin cloth of his shorts that his manhood was pressing against my buttocks.

Smiling at me he released his grip on me. I got up and jumped out of bed. But Dad caught me aging near the dressing table.

"See Cathy... the girls in the photos love what they are doing with their fathers... see how much they love their fathers... they are such good daughters..."

I was getting frightened. Daddy had been touching me a lot recently, but now he is hinting at fucking me.

He sat on the chair in my room and pulled me onto his lap. His cock felt huge pressing against my buttocks.

"Dad! Please let me go!" I pleaded, twisting and turning.

"In a minute, darling... but before you go, please straddle Daddy... let Daddy hug you for a while."

I knew Dad wouldn't take no for an answer. Moreover, he had hugged me many times before, so one more time wouldn't matter. I straddled him. My school skirt rode up to my hips, uncovering and exposing my full shapely thighs and my thin soft lace panty covered loins. As Dad pulled my loin towards his crotch I realized with a shock that he had let his big cock out of his shorts through the opening of the fly.

I panicked. "Dad, we mustn't! Your penis is out of your shorts and I'm not wearing my shorts!"

"It's okay Cathy, you still have your panties... between my cock and your vagina, there will be the thin lace of your panties... that's enough. You'll see it will be more fun this way. Don't worry, we are not actually doing what the girls and their fathers are doing in the magazine."

Even as I was protesting, "No, no..." Dad pulled my body to push his cock against my crotch. Soon his naked cock-head pushing the thin lace of my panties slipped two inches or so inside my vagina. "Dad, please don't... it's too sexual... it's wrong!"

"Relax Cathy, let Daddy hump you for a few minutes." I knew Dad wouldn't stop. So I relaxed. Gently and rhythmically, Dad pushed his cock-head in and out, in and out continuously, my panties preventing his cock from going any deeper, but my cunt lips were getting excited and were beginning to convulse around his cock-head. I moaned involuntarily even as I protested. It took me a while to realize I was hugging Dad as he humped me,... on and on Dad's cockhead moved at the entrance of my cunt, wildly stimulating me. "No Dad, no... please stop..." I kept protesting and pleading. But still, on and on he humped me. Oh God! It was so wrong! But then, it felt so nice! Oh God! I was confused!

"You know Cathy, you're such a good daughter to help out Daddy like this..." he panted. " But your own needs are going unsatisfied. I feel bad about it."

In between his words, he kept moaning, "Ahhhh ohhh Cathy, ahhh... it's so nice" and humping me more vigorously, but not going deeper than 2 inches because of my panties. Thank God my panties are protecting me, I thought.

"You know, if you feel lonely or need some fun to help you sleep better, come over to Daddy's room." Groaning, he ejaculated, with his cock-head throbbing wildly against my panty lace embedded in my vagina's entrance. His lust sated, he released his grip on me. Springing up, I ran up the stairs to my room. Damn him! And damn my body for getting so excited!

My father continued to molest me. His sexual overtures became more and more daring. He took to fondling me right in the presence of Jim, who though 13, had already developed into a hunk of a boy. Two or three times a week, when he was quite drunk and when I was wearing my school skirt, he'd corner me in the living room. He would pull me onto his lap to straddle him and start dry humping me, with his naked cock-head wedged between my vaginal lips, my panties alone preventing him from taking my virginity. It lasted longer and longer each time, first 5 minutes, then 10 minutes and sometimes even 20 minutes. I would be constantly protesting but at the same time I would be trying to hide the fact that I was getting wildly excited.

As his liberties with my body increased, I knew it was only a matter of time before he would need something more than dry humping to sate his lusts. I also knew that I was basically helpless - at least for now. So I went on the pill without Dad knowing about it.

On the eve of my seventeenth birthday, Dad got me to straddle him and began a long session of dry humping on his couch. Dad kept thanking me for allowing him to hump me and praising my body for the wonderful time he was having. Of course I kept protesting and protesting, but my cunt kept enjoying the sensation that Dad's cock was producing at the entrance of my vagina. My panties prevented Dad going any deeper than 2 inches. He ejaculated his sperm three times during the long session, and I ended up sweaty, dirty and fully sexually aroused!

That night during dinner, my Dad announced that since it was my birthday the next day, we would all be going to the beach. Jim got very excited about it. Daddy looked at me and said, "Cathy, I've bought a swimsuit for you to wear on the beach. I have also bought a nice dress, because we're all going out to eat in a nice restaurant afterwards. I'll give them to you after dinner."

I held my breath in excitement. Beach and then dinner! What a nice change for once! After dinner, Dad gave me a bag, "You can wear these tomorrow."

Next morning before we went to the beach, I wore the bathing suit in my room. It was a white bikini. It was a bit small for my fully developed body. My big breasts and hips over filled the bikini, exposing a lot of my flesh. A sexy woman stared right back at me in the mirror. God! I looked stunning! Before leaving the room I put on a blouse and a skirt.

Then we went happily to the beach. The sun was up. When we reached the beach Dad told Jim and me to take a walk along the beach while he set up our place. So, Jim and I, happily and playfully, skipped along the beach, leaving Dad to lay out the towels, food and drinks. It was almost half an hour before we returned.

Dad had already laid out a wide area with several towels and neatly arranged our food and drinks and other things.

Dad was gentlemanly, offering us drinks and tit-bits to eat. He didn't for once ogle at my chest and thighs, even though my skirt was short and my blouse outlined the bigness of my breasts under it. I felt happy and safe for once.

After a while Dad said jokingly, "Jim, Cathy, you two are over dressed for the beach!"

We all laughed. Jim quickly removed his clothes and stood in his brief swimming trunk. "Come on Sis! Come on Dad! Get into your swim suits also!" said Jim and ran off to play in the waters.

Without looking at me, Dad removed his clothes and stood there for a while in his brief swimming trunk. What a gorgeous he-man body he had! I realized with a shock that I was ogling his body!

Then Dad sat on the towel he had laid out. Still he didn't look at my body. He asked me whether I wanted to eat some more. How nice of him! I said no and sat down.

Dad asked, "Are you not happy to come to the beach, Cathy?"

" I am happy to come here, Dad. Why do you say that?" I asked smiling at him.

"Then why are you not wearing the swimsuit I bought for you? Look, everybody here is wearing some swimwear."

I looked around and saw that I was the only one wearing a blouse and skirt! For a moment I thought Dad wanted to see me in my bikini so that he can look at my near naked body. But then what choice did I have? I couldn't possibly remain in my blouse and skirt on the beach. So, slowly I removed my blouse and skirt and stood in my white bikini.

Dad looked at me lovingly and said, "You are beautiful, Cathy! Come, sit down and eat some cake." He was being fatherly. So, I accepted his invitation and sat next to him. He gave me a piece of cake and as I ate, his eyes kept sweeping appreciatively all over my body that was quite exposed by my small bikini.

He got close to me and whispered, "Cathy, you have a voluptuous body!" He smiled lustfully.

In spite of his looks and words, I thought I was safe, the beach being a public place. The most Dad could do was look and say things, I thought. Dad said, "Cathy, lie down on your back. Let me apply suntan lotion on your body."

"Never mind Dad. I can do it myself."

"No Cathy, you are my daughter and I'd love to do this for you. Please lie down." His eyes roamed all over my breasts, so much of which was left uncovered by the bikini top. I knew he wouldn't take no for an answer and I also felt that it would not be safe to lie on my back because if he touched my breasts and thighs, I might get sexually aroused.

So I lay down on my stomach and said, "Apply on my back, Dad. That would be enough."

I felt him kneel over my body, his legs on either side of my thighs. Then he was pouring the oil into his cupped hand, and then his large hands were on my back, rubbing firmly in circles. I felt him rubbing, first starting at the center of my back, then moving toward the shoulders, then to the small of my back. I started, as his fingers suddenly slipped under the string of my bikini top. Even as I uttered aloud in surprise, his palms cupped and caressed the big swells of my breasts.

"Daddy! Stop it!" I whispered, not wanting the people around us to hear. His hands did slip out but only after about a minute of fondling my breasts! I hissed angrily, looking around. Some families were nearby, but no one appeared to have noticed. Thank God!

"Now, now, Daddy was just feeling to see how big your breasts are... Now let me do your legs."

His hands worked on my full thighs. I held my breath, hoping it would stop soon. I tensed slightly, as I felt his hands moving higher up my thighs. I clenched my thighs tightly, as I felt him begin rubbing my sensitive inner thighs. Ignoring me, he pressed insistently. Wanting to get it over quickly, I allowed him to part my thighs so that he could get access there. Dad now quickly knelt between my thighs. I was worried as his hands rubbed higher and higher up my thighs, opening out my thighs wider and concentrating on my inner thighs. This continued for a few minutes, and then his fingers gently shifted the bikini bottom to the side, exposing my vagina.

"Dad!" I gasped. Suddenly his hand started cupping my pussy.

"Dad!" I gasped again. I gazed quickly around. Had anyone seen what was happening? God, I'd die of embarrassment. No one was paying any attention. I scrambled to get up but he was expecting that. He gripped me by my hips and lifted me to kneel on all fours.

One hand held me in a kneeling position in front of him. The fingers of his other hand was caressing and fondling the folds of my vagina. His fat oily fingers slipped into my pussy lips. It wriggled at the entrance, probing and testing. I choked, holding my breath as my father's fingers found my hymen.

"Cathy, you are still a virgin! My God! A hot body like this and still a virgin!" he exclaimed. I became aware of him tugging his bathing suit down to his knees.

"God, he's going to rape me!" I thought. He rubbed his nakedness against the fullness of my buttocks. I could feel the heat of his manhood, the whole topside length of his hot cock, rubbing across the moist lips of my cunt.

I looked around wildly, but nobody was looking in our direction.

"Control yourself, Cathy! Don't scream!" I told myself. He would just hump like before and it should be over soon. But this wasn't like other times. Before, we'd always been clothed, even if it's only my panties. Now his naked penis was rubbing against my naked cunt. I could feel his heated naked penis bulging and growing more frantic, as he panted heavily behind me. I thought he was close and it would be over soon. His hips moved forward, and the large knob of his penis suddenly entered my vagina, splitting the lips, and entering about an inch or so. We both froze.

"Oh god, Dad! No, no!" I whispered. Not my virginity! His body stayed frozen behind me, and I could hear him moaning, "God, your pussy's so good. Oh, god, this is so wrong, but Daddy needs you so badly." He inched forward slowly, and I felt the entire naked corona of his penis head pass through my naked stretched pussy lips. I could feel him - he was thick! I felt a sharp twinge as his cockhead strained against my hymen. Then Dad gently pulled out his cock a bit and gently started pushing the cockhead in and out of my pussy but not beyond my hymen.

OH God! How can he do this to his own daughter in a public place!

For about five minutes, he humped me like that, moaning softly into my ears, "Oh god, it's so good... I love this Cathy!" I could feel his cock swelling and throbbing inside me. And my cunt was on fire. I was wet! I was aroused! A gush of warm wetness flooded my vagina as he ejaculated. Shot after shot of his heavy sperm erupted from his throbbing cock, splashing into the entrance of my stimulated vagina, and overflowing out past my stretched lips, which ringed his throbbing cockhead. God, it did feel nice! But then, Oh God! It's so wrong!

Sated, he eased off, the head of his cock slipping out of me with a wet noise. His fingers adjusted the bikini bottom over my crotch. He tugged his shorts back on and lay down to sleep.

I lay there wondering. I felt some relief because I was still a virgin! Dad had not taken my hymen. Then I began to worry. How long would I be able to continue fighting him off? Now that he had gone this far, he definitely wouldn't be satisfied with dry humping sessions with my panties on. Sooner or later, he would want to insert his naked cock in my naked vagina and fuck me, and the trouble is I might like it!

I went neck deep in the waves and cleaned myself up.

Later we dressed up and went home. In the evening Dad said, "Jim... Cathy... go and dress up. Let's go out."

After a good bath I dressed up. I wore the dress that Dad had given me. It was thin stretchable and black. I saw that it fitted my shapely sexy figure. I couldn't wear a bra because it was an off-the-shoulder dress that came down so low that my breasts bulged out of the dress gnerously. It was short, leaving three quarters of my full shapely thighs bare. The fine dress clung like a second skin to my body and transformed me into a mature voluptuous woman in her twenties, rather than a soon-to-be seventeen-year-old.

When they saw me, both Jim and Dad exclaimed how beautiful and grown up I looked. Dad kept whispering into my ears several times. "You are the most beautiful and the sexiest girl in the world!"

Dad took us to an expensive restaurant for dinner. Throughout dinner, I was aware of Dad's eyes on me... on my body, especially on the bare portions of my breasts that spilled out of the dress. Wisely, in a roomful of people, he didn't do anything more than look lustfully. It was a fantastic dinner, however. He had arranged for a birthday cake to be cut, for the restaurant band to sing, "Happy Birthday" to me, and fed me with delicious food. He even allowed Jim and I to drink wine with him.

By the time we arrived home, it was near midnight, and Jim was asleep in the car, a bit overcome by drinking too much wine. I managed to take him to his bed and put him to sleep.

As I was about to head toward my room to change and go to sleep, Dad called me to come downstairs. Dad wasn't the kind to take no for an answer. Remembering his lustful looks at the restaurant, and what he'd done at the beach, I descended the stairs with apprehension.

Dad was sitting on his couch. He had changed out of his evening suit, and only had a thin towel wrapped around his waist. There were 2 glasses of wine on the coffee table.

"Come Cathy, drink with Daddy. It's not everyday that a father gets to celebrate his daughter's seventeenth birthday." His eyes never stopped roving all over my thighs, hips and breasts, even as he held a glass toward me. Why not, I thought, since he had given Bob and me an expensive dinner. I sat next to him and drank some wine with him.

"Cathy, I would like to do one final thing to celebrate your birthday."

"What's that Dad?"

"Dad would like to hug you on his lap for a while to end a nice evening, please Cathy," he pleaded.

Well, Dad had hugged me on his lap many times already. What would another hug matter?

"Alright Dad," I said and stood up to sit on his lap, but he stopped me and made me stand in front of him. He put his hands on the outer sides of my legs just below my short dress and moved the hands upwards until they were high on my thighs under my dress.

"Cathy, let Dad remove your panties before you straddle me."

"Dad, please don't... don't remove my panties... you usually hump me with my panties on, remember?"

"Yes Cathy, that was before... but not now, after what we have already done on the beach today... from now onwards Dad will hump you naked, you without your panties, and Dad without his shorts. It will be very nice for you and for me."

Even as I was saying, "Dad we shouldn't, I'll have no protection... at least on the beach you did not go beyond my hymen," Dad's hand had reached the waistband of my panties and pulling them down.

"It's okay Cathy, we are not going to go all the way. I promise not to push my cock beyond your hymen."

I was relieved! And I wanted assurance.

"Do you really promise that Dad?" By now Dad had pulled my panties to my angles and I stepped out of them.

"Yes Cathy, I promise you that. Alright, I'll tell you what, I'll let you control the movement, YOU hump on Daddy's cock so that you can make sure it doesn't go too deep, you control the depth to which you would allow Daddy's cock to move in and out of your vagina. That way you can protect your virginity." His hands were caressing my bare ass cheeks.

The suggestion sounded good. At least I can make sure he doesn't push his cock beyond my hymen. That way I can retain my virginity, I thought.

" Alright Dad, I will hump you, and you must keep your promise." I straddled Dad. My dress rode up and Dad pulled it up to my hips and my naked crotch faced Dad.

"Cathy, please loosen and remove Dad's towel... get your Dad naked," he said with his hands cupping my bare full buttocks and fondling them lovingly. Shyly, I loosened his towel, removed it and threw it on the floor. Dad's massive cock was erect, facing my naked crotch.

"Cathy move your crotch forward, close to Dad's cock so that Dad can insert the cockhead inside your vagina." Gently Dad pulled my body until his cockhead was touching my cunt lips. Oh God! What was I getting myself into?

"Cathy, Dad is going to insert the cockhead inside your vagina. Just relax and you'll feel nice. Let's have fun together." The situation and his words were already getting me aroused.

Even as I was saying, "Dad, I still think we shouldn't be doing this at all," his fingers opened out my lips and inserted the massive cockhead inside the entrance of my vagina, and my cunt lips wrapped themselves around the cockhead tightly.

"Cathy, now you do the moving, rock your hip back and forth so that Dad's cock moves in and out of your vagina, start gently."

I knew Dad woudn't let me stop now, so I might as well get it over with. Gently, slowly I pushed and withdrew my vagina against Dad's cockhead and it moved rhythmically in and out of the entrance of my vagina, not going beyond my hymen. Within minutes my cunt was boiling with sexual arousal, and my hips rocked steadily faster and faster as my stimulation intensified and my cunt juices began to flow even as I was moaning, "Dad, this is wrong, we shouldn't do this..."

Since I was the one doing all the rocking, Dad used his two hands to cup and fondle my big breasts through the dress. More arousal for me!

"Ohhh Cathy, it's wonderful, you move so nicely, my cock is in seventh heaven!"

After 5 minutes, I spoke, panting, "Dad, please, let's stop. It's too sexual, PLEASE Dad, let's stop." But even as I was saying that my hips were not slowing down. They were gathering speed, my cunt humping on Dad's cock faster and faster. I was on fire!