So now I was just starting summer break after finishing my sophomore year in college when I opened up a fancy envelope in my mail and almost fainted when I saw what it was - an invitation to Steve’s wedding! The wedding was to be held in a Chicago suburb where his fiancé lived which worked out good for me since my grandmother lived not far away. The only problem was I did’t have a car and I knew my parents weren’t going to drive 8-9 hours one-way for a short weekend so somehow I had to convince my dad to buy me a ticket to fly there. Fortunately I knew there was always one way to ensure he would say yes...

Late that day my dad was watching TV in the basement, sitting back in his Lazy-Boy drinking a cold glass of ice water. It was a hot day and even though the air-conditioning was taking care of things he was still wearing nothing but the gym shorts he had worn while doing some yard work earlier. With my mom busy getting supper ready upstairs in the kitchen I knew it was the perfect opportunity to “persuade” my dad to buy me that plane ticket. I went to my dresser and pulled out my favorite bikini - a skimpy string thong which was more string than thong. The only actual material was three triangles of jet black cloth that barely covered my pussy and nipples but not a whole lot more. The bottoms were nothing but string in the back meaning I was essentially nude for all it covered and although it may not have been the most comfortable feeling to run around with a string up the crack of my ass, I loved to wear it simply because I knew guys loved it. My dad would tease me, calling it “Kelly’s slut bikini” but I knew he loved seeing me in it as much as anyone. The only time I’d wear it at home was when I wanted to turn him or my uncles on.

Looking at myself in the mirror, I pulled my hair back into a ponytail which I knew made me look at least a good year younger than I did with it down. I was just starting to get a good summer tan and my boobs were definitely looking better than ever before - I just wished they hadn’t taken so long to get there! I’d always been jealous of those girls who got their boobs when they were in middle school while it seemed I was going to be an A cup for the rest of life at one point. Sighing softly, I ran my hand down between my legs and shivered in response as my fingers passed over my clit. Mmmmmmm, I couldn’t wait to feel my dad’s cock there!

As I headed downstairs I passed by the kitchen to get to the basement door. My mom looked over from the stove and smiled at me. “Hey girl,” she called, “Supper will be ready soon so whatever mischief you have in mind for your father you better get going and do it quick!”

I smiled at her and gave her a thumbs-up as I turned to go to the basement. She knew me well enough to know exactly what I was planning to do, even if she didn’t know why. After all, why else would a daughter be heading off to see her father dressed in nothing but a skimpy bikini? When I got down to the family room I quickly ran over to my father’s chair and jumped into his lap, my legs straddling him in his chair as I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him. He may have been a bit surprised by my sudden appearance but he quickly recovered and grabbed my ass with his big hands while his tongue met mine in a passionate kiss. I kissed him the way most girls only kiss their closest boyfriend, a fervent act of love to a father from his adoring daughter. Eventually I pulled back and looked down at him with a huge smile on my face.

“Oh daddy, I love you so much!” I said in a little girl voice which I knew never failed to turn him on.

My dad laughed saying, “Alright, alright, now tell me what’s going on because I have this suspicious feeling you want something from me!”

I gave him a pouting look. “Oh daddy, now why do you say that? Can’t a daughter just show her daddy how much she loves him?” I wiggled my bare butt so it ground into his crotch and I could feel his dick already starting to respond. I gave him a sly look saying, “Mmmmmmm, and it feels like daddy loves his daughter too. Hmmmmmm, I wonder ... how are you going to show her how much you love her?”

Without waiting for a response, I leaned back just enough to allow my hand to slip under the waistband of his shorts and I could feel the thick thatch of coarse pubic hair surrounding his cock and balls. I toyed with his hair and twisted it around my fingers like I do with my own hair sometimes. Gradually my hand moved further down until I was able to hold his dick in my hand. My heartbeat quickened as I felt him getting harder by the minute as I slowly stroked him and as I did I licked my lips in anticipation of what I knew was going to happen next.

“Oh fuck Kelly,” he moaned, “I don’t know what you want this time but I always love the way you ask for something.”

His cock was soon good and hard as I worked it through the opening in his shorts. God I needed it so badly! Without a word I pulled my bikini bottom over to the side and lifted myself over his cock until it was positioned just under my wet pussy. His hands were still on my ass, squeezing it while helping my keep my balance.

“So you wanna fuck me daddy?” I asked, still using my little girl voice. It was really one of the stupidest questions I could ask as I knew with 100% confidence how he would answer but I still loved to hear him say it. I wanted to hear my daddy tell me he wanted me in the most intimate and personal way possible. I wanted to be reassured more than anything else at that moment I turned him on so much he wanted to bury his incestuous cock in his only daughter’s pussy. He had never failed me in the past and from the stiffness of his dick I knew he certainly wasn’t going to today.

“Oh my god Kelly, you’re so beautiful and sexy. You’re the most wonderful, the most loving daughter a father could ever ask for. You know I want nothing more right now than to have you slide down onto my cock.” He paused to groan as I responded to his invitation by lowering myself down until his cock just started to push against my pussy, in position to violate his child’s cunt. “Yea baby, that’s it, take me into you. Mmmmmmm, fuck my dick like a good daughter should. Fuck daddy’s dick!”

Well, if letting your father fuck you makes you a good daughter, then I was an outstanding one. For four years now I’d been giving myself to my dad as only his daughter could, letting him fuck me literally anytime and anywhere he asked. It made me proud knowing there hadn’t been a single time when I’d turned him down or refused something that he wanted. Wow, like how many times had he fucked me in his office with everyone there just outside the door! Not long ago he even had me and my cousin fuck some of his out of town clients. He told them that we were street whores he’d hired to entertain them. I know he especially loved the fact he could fuck us in front of them without having them knowing he was fucking his own daughter and niece.

As I slowly lowered myself down I twisted my hips in a circle as if I was screwing his cock into me. Well, I guess that’s why they call it screwing! I don’t think I’ll ever tire of the feeling I get whenever a man enters me for the first time when we have sex. My pussy feels like it’s being spread apart and I can feel the head pressing its way into me like a big fat worm trying to tunnel into the earth. Mmmmmmm, I could feel the pressure of my father’s cock in me, it was like I was being stuffed full by this hard and warm invader. Deeper and deeper I took him into me, feeling his cock more and more within me as the sensation of his erection filling my pussy, working it way up from the bottom of my crotch towards my stomach. While my father doesn’t have the biggest cock in the world it still feels wonderful whenever it’s all inside of me. It wan’t the size I craved, it was knowing WHOSE cock it was. My ass was grinding into his shorts as my pussy bottomed out against the base of his cock. I moaned loudly as I started to hump his cock, lifting myself up and then dipping back down on it. It was good to be able to control the pace and penetration while I fucked him. “Yes daddy, fuck me!” I cried out, “I want your cum in me. Please daddy, cum in me!”

My dad grunted as he lifted his hips up to meet me when I dropped down on his rock hard cock, trying to drive himself even deeper into me with each stroke. Sometimes we would play for hours in various positions and places with me sucking him at times and him eating my pussy but not tonight. For better or worse I was in a bit of a hurry knowing my mom had supper almost ready to it was going to be was just an old-fashioned fucking - nothing fancy or wild as his cock fucked me while my pussy grabbed him, trying desperately to drive him over the edge until he couldn’t hold back any longer. My boobs bounced as I fucked my loving daddy and I leaned forward so he could take them in his mouth. I pulled my bikini up so he could take my bare nipple in his mouth and I put one hand under each boob and alternated them to his mouth. He sucked hard in my nipples and between that sensation and his cock ramming in and out of me I quickly came. I dropped my head back and let out a loud yell.

“OH GOD DADDY!” I cried out. “FUCK ME DADDY, FUCK ME!”

My pussy clamped down on his cock as my orgasm surged through me. I held him inside of me, our bodies now joined as one, circling my hips around it as I gripped it like a vise with my cunt. The harder I cum the harder I grab a guy’s cock. Some guys have actually had to ask me to not grab them so tight because it hurt their cocks! My pussy cum poured down over him, soaking his shorts as I ground my dripping pussy into them. God I was in heaven! YES! My wonderful daddy was fucking me, I was cumming hard, and there was nothing better than this! Just as my orgasm began to settle down I could feel his cock swelling and I knew he was about to cum in me. God I loved it when my dad came in me, filling me with the most precious gift he gave only to those few women he loved. To be joined together as we were, both physically and mentally, and then to feel him deposit a part of him within me was the truest expression of his love for me the I could ever ask for.

“Please cum inside of me daddy,” I begged, “Fill your daughter with your love! Give me your love daddy. Oh please, show me how much you want me, show me how much you love me.”

Gone was the smiling face of an innocent father, replaced by the face of a man lost in his lust>. I always loved when he got to this point where I knew NOTHING would stop him now from completing his incestuous act. Right on cue he suddenly jerked upwards. “Oh yea, take it slut,” he grunted, “Oh fuck! Oh yeah, I’m cumming now Kelly!”

Cum he did. The first load was huge and my heart raced as I knew his sperm was surging from his cock, releasing deep inside of me as my father’s cum filled his daughter’s starving pussy. Again and again he released his love into me. So many times I have masturbated while dreaming about this prized moment. It was more than just sex ... This was the only time when my dad truly showed me in a physical way how much he loved me, how much he lusted for me, how much he wanted me in that special way only a father can. Feeling my dad cum in me, knowing my own father was giving me the most personal and precious gift he could offer, made me feel more loved than any daughter deserved. He could give me anything else - presents, money or whatever and it all meant nothing in comparison to how I felt when his cock surged inside of me. When he finally finished he collapsed in the chair in exhaustion while I sat in his lap with his throbbing cock still in me. Now and then he would twitch and I could feel him move slightly inside of me. I kissed him again and we held the kiss for the longest time until suddenly our moment of bliss was interrupted by a voice calling down from upstairs.

“Hey you two sex fiends!” my mother called down the stairway, “Finish whatever deviant acts you’re doing and get your butts up here. Supper’s ready.”

We smiled at each other like two kids sharing a secret as I reluctantly lifted myself up and off of his cock. Of course we weren’t keeping a secret from my mom - she knew perfectly well what we’d been doing. I sighed as I would have rather sat here all night, waiting for him to stiffen and fuck me over and over. Well, it wasn’t going to happen tonight so I got up off from the chair and then leaned over him, taking his limp wet cock in my mouth and licking it to clean off the mixture of our love act which was covering it. Mmmmmmm it tasted so good! I loved the taste of a man’s cum and I especially loved the flavor of my pussy so mixing the two together made for a succulent taste I wished I could bottle! His cock was still sensitive from our fucking and he jumped as I sucked briefly on it.

“Damn Kelly,” he moaned, “You have simply got to stop or else I’ll have to fuck you again and you know what your mother would say.”

I would have gladly let him do it but like he said, I knew my mom would be pissed if we ruined her supper so I stood up and adjusted my bikini bottom. My dad’s shorts had a big wet spot in the front now making it look like he’d had an accident but I knew it was the last thing he was concerned about. I gave him a kiss on the cheek and giggled as I turned and ran up the stairs ahead of him, wiggling my bared butt suggestively for him to watch. I sat down at the kitchen table and my dad soon joined me as my mother served supper. I was still so excited from the fucking my dad had just given me that I squirmed around on my chair like a four year-old who has to go to the bathroom. My dad still had the wet spot in the crotch of his shorts so it didn’t take a Harvard graduate to figure out what we’d been doing!

My mom looked at both of us and laughed saying, “Well, from the stink of sex coming from the two of you and Kelly’s non-stop squirming I’d say you two must have had a good time. Hmmmmmm, Kelly wasn’t down there that long John so I take it she must have really been horny tonight judging from the way she came on your shorts!”

I beamed at that, knowing that yes indeed I had been horny for my dad and the proof of my dad’s love for me was in the cum I could feel leaking from my pussy.

“So Kelly,” my dad said after we prayed and started eating, “I know you just didn’t come down to let me fuck you no matter what you say. Not that I would EVER want to discourage you but c’mon, you have something up your sleeve so spill it girl, what’s the story?”

Busted! I sighed deeply but after all, it WAS why I fucked him tonight so I explained about the invitation to Steve’s wedding and begged my dad to let me fly there. I was even ready to get under the table and “persuade” him more if I had to but my parents just looked at each other and shrugged. He agreed and I squealed with delight, hugging and kissing them both. Immediately after supper I got on-line to book my flight. The next day I mailed my RSVP and Steve called me a few days later. We arranged it so he would pick me up at O’Hare and take me to my grandmother’s to stay so I wouldn’t have to pay for a hotel room. It was only a couple weeks before the wedding so I didn’t have much time to look for a dress but by the fateful weekend I was ready with a hot dress and numerous masturbation sessions behind me as I dreamed of the times I had with Steve back in high school.

My mom drove me to the airport since my dad was working. She dropped me off at the departures area and since I’d already checked in on-line I headed straight for the gate. When I got to the security area I was amazed at the hassle I had to go through. The last time I’d flown was almost eight years ago when my parents took me to Florida for a vacation. Things certainly were different now! What really pissed me off was the extra search they put me through after I went through the metal detector. Even though nothing went off some older woman in a uniform pulled me over and claimed I had been selected “randomly” for a more thorough search. I was wearing a pair of jeans that I had to lay on my bed and pull as hard a I could with both hands to get them on. They were so tight I couldn’t put anything in the pockets and with no panties you could see the outline of my ass perfectly and even my pussy lips if I spread my legs. On top I had on my favorite pink camisole which was also skin tight and left no doubt as to the fact I wasn’t wearing a bra either. Where in the world was I going to hide anything in this outfit? Needless to say, the ridiculousness of the situation meant nothing to this nazi woman who insisted that she had to run her hands over practically every square inch of me. When she rubbed up between my legs I had a brief thought about this could be the start of some porn movie episode where they led me off for a more “private” search but it was soon over. She handed me my boarding pass and it was off to the gate for me.

When I finally got to the gate it was packed. It seemed everyone in Pittsburgh was heading to Chicago! Finally the gate attendant started to call off rows for boarding and I joined the line to get on board. When I approached my seat I realized I was stuck in a center seat between two men, both looking to be business guys maybe in their 30’s or early 40’s. I excused myself and asked the guy in the aisle seat if I could get in. The guy was reading some report and at first he had a look of exasperation as he realized his empty middle seat was about to be filled. Then he looked up at me and I almost laughed at the transformation as he smiled and his eyes traveled up and down me making a quick survey. From the way he looked at my chest I knew he was a boob man and with me not having a bra on something told me I knew where his eyes were going to be the whole flight! I sat down between them and buckled myself in, trying not to appear too pleased at the attention I was getting.

The flight was short so I just read the airline magazine and listened to some music. I found myself daydreaming and imagining myself pretending to be sleeping while each of the guys next to me started to let their hands wander over my legs until one was brave enough to slip between them and feel the warmth of my pussy. I imagined waking up and smiling at them, then giving them both a hand-job to the utter disgust of the matronly flight attendant. Unfortunately with a full flight there was no way anything was going to happen like that so I just dreamed and felt myself getting hornier until finally we reached Chicago. It was a good thing it wasn’t a longer flight or I would’ve had to slip into the toilet and take care of something! As we were standing up to leave the plane I pressed my ass into the guy’s crotch behind me and wiggled it just enough to let him know it wasn’t an accident. I never looked back at him but he didn’t pull back! I bet he had some wild dreams that night as he masturbated and thought of initiating me into the mile-high club!

At the airport my luggage was the last to come off the ramp and I hurried out to the curb to wait for Steve, hoping he hadn’t given up on me after my long wait for the luggage. Suddenly I heard someone call out my name and I turned to see someone approaching me. I vaguely recognized the face but the rest of him was a total stranger. My god had Steve ever changed! He was no longer a skinny and short sixteen year-old teenager boy. The MAN running up to me was tall (he must have been a couple inches over 6 ft) and VERY handsome with a body that had obviously been a frequent visitor to the gym. He ran up until he was by me and stopped a couple of feet away and looked me over with a big grin on his face.

“Kelly?” he said with an inquisitive look on his face. I nodded, not sure what to say and he continued, “Damn, you have certainly grown up. Wow! Look at you girl!”

I must have flushed a bit because I could feel my face getting warmer. “Hi Steve, I almost didn’t recognize you. Oh wow, you have changed a bit yourself.” I laughed nervously, “I seem to remember being the same height as you and now ... well now you’re head and shoulders taller!”

What I didn’t say was now he also had the body of stud and I couldn’t help but wonder what else had grown on him. Steve’s cock was the first one I’d ever sucked and it had pierced my virginity so I guess I was still a bit biased when I recalled the size of it. Somehow I had a feeling I wouldn’t need to inflate my memories today with it.

We then hugged and I was a bit disappointed he didn’t kiss me. It was over five years since we had last seen each other and I guess over that time I had many a dream about how we would meet again someday. There were so many times I would be playing with myself in bed imagining how he would sweep me off my feet and kiss me with all the passion of a long-lost lover. I don’t need to say what I imagined happened next but it certainly wasn’t this rather platonic greeting that was playing out now in real life. I was thrilled to see Steve but I was also reminded of why I was here. He was getting married so there was someone else in his life now. Well, he may love her but I knew deep down he had to remember fucking me. I wasn’t his first but I was now determined to remind him I was his best.

Steve had parked in the garage when I didn’t show up so he could go inside to see if I had made it. When we got back to his car he tossed my luggage into the trunk and we drove to my grandma’s house. Along the way we exchanged small talk and it was a bit awkward given it had been years since we had been face-to-face. From the way he spoke about her Steve was obviously in love though with Cindy, his fiance. As much as I tried to appear happy for him I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of jealousy. Thankfully Steve was the first to open the door to the subject I knew we both wanted to talk about but I wasn’t sure how to initiate the discussion.

“You know Kelly, there are still times when I think of you. I mean, Cindy’s great and I love her to death but I’ll never forget the times we had back then. Looking at you now it’s hard today to believe you were barely out of 8th grade when we did it that first time!”

I smiled and nodded my head. “Yea, those were some great times!” The rest of the way home we reminisced about some of the things we had done together. We laughed at some of the more crazy antics and both of us reminded the other what ridiculous chances we had taken at times. I found while I enjoyed our conversation, at the same time it was difficult sitting in the front seat with him like just any other passenger. Thoughts of what I used to do when we drove around kept coming to my head and my pussy was getting hot and wet as I looked over at him now. He had grown into such a handsome man and I could see from the rise in his pants that my earlier suspicions about how the rest of him had grown were correct! Six years ago I would’ve been unzipping his jeans and pulling it out but today all I could do was imagine how wonderful it would be. We finally arrived at my grandmother’s home and he leaned over to give me a quick kiss on the cheek as I got ready to exit the car.

“It’s great to see you again Kelly. See you at the wedding!” he called out to me as I closed the door behind me. As he drove away I started to wonder if this was all such a good idea. Talking to Steve on the way home had just reminded me of the incredible times we had together and had opened some old wounds from when he left me that had taken years to heal. Like most memories, perhaps I was guilty of inflating the good and pushing aside the bad times. I caught myself questioning myself, wondering if it had really been as great as I remembered it or were these just the memories of a young teenage girl infatuated with her first lover? Was I setting myself up to ruin all those memories? I started to wonder if maybe I should have just stayed home and left things the way they were. Seeing Steve in love with another girl was turning out to be so much harder than I had ever dreamed it would be. In my heart I had to admit a small part of me had been hoping that when he saw me again he would want to leave his bride to have me back. I knew one thing for sure, THAT wasn’t going to happen. Hard as it was for me to accept, Steve was about to marry a girl he loved - and it wasn’t me.

The rest of the evening was spent sitting on the couch chatting with my grandma. It was certainly an interesting discussion as I had not stayed alone with her since I was a young girl. Back then she never discussed anything sexual but now she was surprisingly curious about my sex life. At first I wasn’t sure how to respond so we just talked about some of my old boyfriends and such, same as I would with anyone else. After a while she sat back in the couch and turned to face me with an odd smile on her face.

“So tell me Kelly, how was it seeing Steve again?” she asked gingerly, as if uncertain if she should be bringing up the subject, “I imagine you must’ve had some conflicting feelings meeting the guy who was your first fuck knowing he’s about to be married to someone else. As I recall you had this incredible crush on him!”

My eyes widened and I had to consciously close my open mouth upon hearing her question! OMG, my grandmother had never discussed sex with me before plus I’d NEVER heard her use that type of language. She looked at me and laughed softly at my obvious discomfort.

“Oh don’t look so surprised Kelly,” she said in a low soothing voice while she took my hand in hers, “When you started having sex your mother called me the next day to tell me all about it. She was so proud of you and has kept me updated ever since. My oh my but you’ve been quite a busy young girl!”

“Well...,” I stammered, “Mom never mentioned anything about THAT to me.”

My grandma held my hand with both of hers. “Kelly, you know what your mom did with your grandfather and I know EVERYTHING about what she and your father do with you today. You must understand it doesn’t bother me as it used to so long as you’re happy. I may not have approved but I always supported your grandfather though it wasn’t something I ever wanted to participate in. I hated to admit it then but it was wonderful seeing how close your mother and her sister became with their father once they started having sex. I have to admit I was even jealous at times when I saw that look in his eyes when they came in the room dressed in tiny bikinis or skimpy nightgowns. Has it been that way for you?”

We spent the rest of the evening talking about sex within our family. My mom had told me a lot about her teen years including how she had been fucked for the first time by her dad and then bringing her sister Linda to him shortly afterwards. I’d been sixteen when my dad first had me and I confided to my grandma about how it was my biggest regret, well so far as sex went, that I had not given my father the most precious gift I was born with - my virginity. The one thing my mom had not talked a lot about though was how my grandma had been through those years. I did know she had never even once had sex with her daughters but yet she eventually encouraged the two sisters to satisfy their dad’s needs. Other than that my mom had not said much more so this night I was learning a LOT more! At one point I couldn’t resist any more so I asked her why she had never joined in. My grandma smiled and shook her head slowly.

“Well Kelly, I was raised in a very strict home so I guess despite everything I’ve never gotten that brainwashing out of my head. I truly have never wanted to have sex with a girl, not even in a fantasy so I must not be wired the same way you are. So to have sex with my daughters was even less imaginable back then and still is. It’s not some sort of moral issue; after all I came to love knowing Bill fucked our daughters simply because I knew they satisfied him in ways I simply couldn’t. How could I blame him for wanting to have sex with two beautiful teenagers who were somehow hornier than hell 99% of the time? We knew they were doing each other anyway so why not let him indulge? I was also happy he only did it with our daughters and kept it in the family rather than seeing other women.”

Listening to her talk I couldn’t help but feel a bit horny. She told me about some of the places my mom and grandpa had fucked and how exciting it was especially when she and my aunt were still young and eager to learn and do new things. I couldn’t help but laugh as she described how shamelessly sexy the sisters could be at times in front of their father. At least I knew where my sex genes had come from! As she kept talking her face became flushed a bit and I was a bit shocked at first to realize that talking about all of this was turning her on as much as it was me.

“So Grandma, do you like to think about those days still?” I asked, knowing the answer but wanting to hear her say it.

She sighed and closed her eyes. “Oh yes Kelly, I miss Bill so much. I’m sure if he was still here tonight that he would be wanting to have sex with you as well. He always talked about you as you were growing up and I knew he couldn’t wait to have you. There were times when you stayed here back then that he would go off to our bedroom and masturbate to relieve the sexual tension in him which built whenever you sat oh his lap or pranced about in your little bikinis. Frankly, looking at you now I can imagine watching him fucking you on the floor in front of me and I have to admit that it makes me more than just a little bit excited.”