Catherine and her Daddy
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Note: Technically, this is not my personal story, however; it is a True story written by me, BlkIrsishgirl.
As a black female, it is not hard to understand why the majority of us, as a people, are reluctant to post our experiences with incest. Although it is something most of us have done to some extent or the other. As an unspoken rule, we learn to keep what happens in the family, in the family. In general, I guess this makes sense; but not as much as it use too.
True, the time has not come to share real names, but there is a need to share stories. If for no other reason than, family sex is intensely exhilarating! If you ask anyone who will tell you the truth. They will tell you that incest, and for me in particular, unprotected, is one the greatest sexual experience known to human kind. More people including Blacks, are finally starting to admit they love fucking family. It is not always nice to know that other, at least somewhat normal people enjoy the same things you do.
Before I tell my story, my heart goes out to all those female victims of molestation. Victims of raped or abused in any manner in regard to these intimately personal relationships, you, are not at fault. I am deeply sorry for your experiences. However, neither was the case with me, and naturally; I would not wish that upon anyone.
To be honest, long before I was older enough to think about getting a driver’s license, the buds on my chest had been felt, fondled, sucked, and I’d been finger fucked by members of my family, in and outside of my home.
Cousins, uncles, both my older brothers, and less than hand full of boyfriends, all enjoyed the pleasures of my youthful body. At one time or another, I have given them all hand-jobs, hell one time. I jacked off both my brothers in the back seat on a family vacation drive, at the same time. In every instance, I not only enjoyed the attention, I instigated many of the episodes. In any case, I always wrote off those adventures to a youthful sexual curiosity, which I never thought to classify as incest. However, no family member had ever fucked me…..until…
By the time my story begins I was by no means a virgin, but in my defense. I was far from being promiscuous or a Ho. By this time, I had a steady boyfriend and my driver’s license. The two older brothers I mentioned had moved out, one on his own, and the other off to college. My mom had gotten a cross-country promotion, which meant the remaining members of the family, my dad and me, had to move. Mom worked in corporate America, her promotion made her a company vice-president. My dad was a surgeon, so employment for him in another state, was not a challenge.
It was late summer and mom had already left weeks ahead of dad and me. The day finally arrived for us to hit the road, on what should have been a four-day drive to join her. Though I had license, I was still an extremely inexperienced driver. This meant that daddy did most of the driving, and I would take over periodically, in order to give him a break between our hotel stays.
Except for the usual ill feelings of leaving family, friends and all of the old familiars behind, overall, I was excited about moving. That first day consisted of us driving for around twelve hours, before daddy decided on us getting a room for the night. When we pulled into the parking lot of that first roadside motel, boy was I surprised. It was nothing like what I had become accustom to when my family traveled. The place just was not up to my usual standards.
Huge craters overtook the majority of the parking lots surface. Several letters were missing from the overhead sign, along with many other unappealing characteristics, but thankfully. The place was well lit up. Daddy seemed to sense what I was thinking; but said nothing about it. Astonishingly, once we inside, the place was exceptionally clean.
After a short discussion, we decided that my dad needed to get in the shower first. As daddy disappeared from my view, I fell across one of the beds and nodded off into a light, but comfortable sleep. I vaguely heard the bathroom door opening and daddy coming out, and then. I got the strangest feeling. You know that one you get when you can sense someone staring at you, and in particular, you feel eyeballs homed in on your ass.
I have never had much going on in the tit department. I fit the just enough for a mouthful category, but I have always had plenty of ass, and damn proud of it! Anyway, over the years, I had become profoundly familiar with that feeling; but since the only ones in the room were my daddy and me. Who by the way had never shown any type of sexual attention or attractions to me, at least, not to my awareness? I naturally dismissed the thought as a product of my dazed state of consciousness.
Complicating my state of mind further and today, I am convinced it happen this way. Believing I was in a deeper stage of sleep than I really was, daddy made an innocent enough; but unprecedented move. Although it was not the first time, he had patted or lovingly smacked me on my ass, in order to wake me, or whatever. He had never palmed or gripped me there, but just then. I could have sworn that is exactly what he did. Again though, I dismissed or at least thought I had dismissed that too, as a figment of my imagination.
All those previous family adventures spoken of earlier, none was a planned event or everyday occurrences. They took place sporadically and over a period of years. Incest, the word or the act, was never something that I consciously considered. Naturally, I cannot speak for anyone else, but as for me. I was just having fun and those having it with me, happened to be members of my family. Never in my wildest dreams had I ever consider my daddy as sexual playmate!
The pulsating water started to fall from the shower-head massaging my body, and I begun to relax. I began to wonder if my daddy had intentionally stolen a feel of my ass. Did my butt have the same effect on him as it did every other man, with desires to bang me? Did my father have some secret wish to penetrate me, his daughter? Did his dick get hard with thoughts of humping his baby girl? Mental questions like these and vivid images of him doing just that, took control of my thought process and my anatomy.
The elongated nipples of my small but sufficient breast stood proudly under the raining waters, aching for masculine attention. The images became definitively scenic and immensely powerful. I can honestly remember my head spinning with erotic taboos, and the strength of my legs threatening to give way.
What was supposed to be a simple shower had become a major turning point in my life. The substance of my rationalizations towards my father had changed entirely! The question was no longer, whether my father clandestinely wanted to have sex with me. Now, the only real dispute was how to make sure he did.
The only problem was I had no idea how to go about it. At that time, I had not read one single story of incestuous seduction. Oh, I have read plenty since then, and I think most are a load of bull, however... Though I knew what I wanted, I was terrified about trying to get it. How could I get my father to make a deliberate sexual move on me? What was worse, what if I made an undeniable advance on him, and he rejected me?
And if so, how would he do it, would he be angry and offended? On the other hand, what if he was receptive, then what? What would happen to our personal relationship, and that of our family? These and other such questions intimidated me. Nevertheless, I devised a plan to study his reactions to a series of premeditated performances. By the time I was done with him, daddy would either beat the hell out of me, or have me sent to the psyche ward. Naturally, I hoped he would leap at an opportunity to bone the shit outta me! I had to know one way or the other.
After drying myself off, I intentionally wrapped the smallest towel available to me scarcely around my body. My plan, innocently change into my sleep attire in front of daddy’s eyes. After all, the bathroom was about as large as a hatbox; it gave me the perfect excuse. Unfortunately for me, by the time I walked out daddy was fast asleep. Whatever would or would not happen between my father and me was not going to take place that night.
The next morning after the hygiene rituals, and though most of my initial strains of courage had disappeared. I decided to move forward with the plan. I put my panties on in the bathroom; exiting and declaring, to my father it was too small for me to get dressed in. I took my time prancing around topless, and acting as if I could not decide what to wear. My father spoke out in a half ass protest; but I could feel his eyes roaming all over me. There were a couple instances where our eyes met, and without saying a word. I did my best to let him know I did not mind him looking, in fact. I tried to give him the OK that he could do more than look if he wanted too.
I finally picked out a short skirt, one that I knew had a tendency to crawl, and a short sleeve pullover; and I decided not to wear a bra under it. Teasingly, I broke the ice by telling him “you’re my dad, you changed my diapers. Me changing in front of you shouldn’t be a big deal, should it?” Surprisingly, he took the joke in stride, but not enough for me to truly bank on. I went with this outfit because the skirt was extremely short, at least as far as my father was concerned. He was after all a dad, my dad, and this skirt was as short as he would ever let me wear, but that is another story.
I went with this particular shirt because of the way it clings to my upper body, and if you will remember. I have extremely sensitive nipples. When I am aroused and I was, they are extra-long and hard as nails. My goal for that day was to give daddy a show that would fry his brain for eternity. Daddy choose to wear one of his classy lightweight and roomy jogging suits, a gray one to be exact.
After I was dressed and as I moved around the room packing my bag; I made it my business to put extra emphasis on the strides of my hips. If daddy was looking at my ass, I wanted him feel not just see, every up and down, every side-to-side gliding motion. If my ass had the effect on men that I truly had come to believe. My daddy would feel my switching buttocks, in the root of his balls. The very nut sack, which sent me into my mother’s womb, should have been filling up with forbidden desires.
After he checked us out, and as he began to enter the car. I parted my legs just enough to be opened. As we traveled further and further up the highway, I purposely started to squirm around in my seat, knowing my skirt was surely crawling. By now, my nipples had harden and soften on and off, but most importantly. Daddy had clearly noticed them yet he did not say a word. Truthfully, he didn’t have too. The massive lump in his jogging shorts told me I had his attention. Which gave me the courage for my next step; I pretended I was going to take a nap. Once I believed my dad thought I was asleep. I let my legs fall into full invitational mode. It was my signal to him that his daughter was open for business; and this pussy was his if he wanted it.
It is no secret that when I am in my deepest stage of sleep, I snore. I wanted him to think I was in that realm, so I added a light snore to my act. As far as I had ever known, my daddy was as straight-up as they came. He was an upright citizen, pillar of the workplace and the community. Imagine then my shock and surprise. When I felt his huge and heavy hand, definitively under my skirt, his fingers genteelly caressing and fiddling with my panty-clad pussy.
As happy as I was that he had taken the bait, I was also terrified and confused. What now? Do I wake up and encourage him to have his way with me. On the other hand, do I keep letting him think I am a sleep? If I woke up, would it startle him by putting him in an as awkward a position as there can be? Caught by his daughter with his hand toying with her pussy, and not knowing how she is going to react; that would terrify any man. I was old enough to have that much sense.
The intensity of that moment was mind blowing! I was excited and at the same time mixed-up as hell! I opted out on remaining asleep. I guess the deciding factor of my dilemma came when. I started to wonder just how far he would go, if he thought I was out cold. Stuck in this position, I relaxed and went with the flow. By the way, that is an excellent choice of words, because by now, either way, my juices had already made their choice. My panties were getting wetter with every touch of his hand.
I managed to play along without blatantly giving myself away; that is until I felt his fingers against my naked pussy lips. Expertly, daddy had slid his fingers between the lace of my panties and against my passion button, literally in a simultaneous motion. His masterful exploration of my private world felt sensational. Instinctively, my hips began to lift up out of my seat, rotating in time with his every probe. Revealing whines of anticipating pleasure escaped from between my lips uncontrollably. No longer was there any resemblance of pretense besides, I could not have slept through all those surges of provocations, no matter how hard I tried.
As I positioned myself to give him uncontested access to my private entrance, I got the courage to look upon him with glazed eyes of illegal lust. I took hold of his hand pressing his fingers deeper inside me; riding them licentiously! The intoxication of being finger fucked, by my father on the open highway, and in broad day light was phenomenally euphoric. My body responded to his divinely attentive digits as it had never done before. Shamelessly, I submitted to my depraved primitive thirst to become his harlot.
I began to moan and whimper from the obscene pleasures of my father’s actions. I was on the edge of getting the biggest and most preeminent sexual eruption of my life. Soon I started to tremble from rising waves of impending vaginal satisfaction. All the while, daddy continued to keep his eyes on the road, as if he was afraid, or refused to turn them towards me.
Although I truly wanted to see his eyes, the expressions on his face hoping to know his thoughts. All that I could concentrate on were the high-pitched squeals and moos leaping from my throat. My pussy started to convulse around his fingers, as powerful squirts of juices gush from between my legs. Damn! I had never experienced anything like that; it was completely unreal. Needless to say, daddy never turned his head, or spoke a single word to me.
I can remember spending what seemed like hours; panting, palpitating and quivering maniacally in my seat, behind my wall-to-wall paternally induced orgasms. I felt myself trying to stop it, but my body had a mind of its own. I could see myself quaking, hear myself gasping and groaning; but I had no jurisdiction over my physiology. It was as if I had stepped outside of myself long enough to watch the show, without taking part in it. Like being on a massive sugar high and not being able to come down.
Eventually, I did crash and upon returning to my senses. I was hungry as a hump back whale, and my ass was just as wet. Daddy had yet to speak on the unprecedented events which that had taken place between us. I of course was not sure what to make of it, or how to proceed from there. On the other hand, I needed to clean-up and I was ready to get something to eat. By this time, we had been on the road about eight or nine hours, and I was ready to get off it.
I told my dad of my urgent need to get cleaned up; and of my hunger. He continued to drive about five more miles, before pulling into our lodging point for that night. I will not name the well-known hotel chain, but this was more like it! Honestly, when I walked into our suite, I was blown away. The room was furnished with two beautifully adorned king-size beds, which matched the cranberry-rose colored plush carpeting and full drapes.
There was also an adjourning lounging/living room area with a large television, two single chairs and a lavish couch. The restroom, had the double sinks, a single shower, or if you wished, a Jacuzzi big enough for the whole damn family. For what it is worth, there was also a decent size kitchenette area. Even when we traveled as a family, daddy never got us a room like that one. That room truly took my breath away, it was authentically enchanting.
My father still had not mentioned anything about what happened in the car; but he decided we would order room service; rather than hunt for a place to eat. Since he did not mention it, neither did I. Besides, my immediate thoughts were on getting myself cleaned up, and getting into a Jacuzzi tub for the first time. Although I did not speak on the previous adventures in the car, I saw no need to pretend it did not happen.
The reality was things had changed between my father and me. Whether he wanted to or not, and a part of me sensed he was having second thoughts, neither of us could deny our relationship had reached an unsanctioned plateau. With this in mind, and as he was on the phone ordering dinner; I causally stripped butt ass naked, right where I stood.
He tried to control it, to cover it up; but I heard him gasp at my naked flesh. I could hear the strain in his voice, as he tried to order our dinner. Clearly, my father was distracted by the sight before his eyes; which by the way, were oozing with incestuous gleams and sparkles. There was no doubt, my father wanted to bone me, but the question remained; would he? “Perhaps”, I thought, I should tease and test him, before getting in the tub.
With fraudulent nerves of steel, I walked over to him. I leaned in to kiss him with a kiss unlike that of a daughter, or wife for that matter. In what must have been a reflex action, he opened his mouth and kissed me back passionately. I felt his large hands covering and kneading my breast; as we continued to lock tongues. I felt volcanic heat starting to overtake my body, especially when my father broke our kiss; and engulfed the entirety of one of my tits down his steamy throat.
The anticipation of my dad’s essence synthesizing with my own was driving me wild. As he twirled the tip of his tongue around one nipple and then the next continuously, my head started spinning to the point of sever dizziness. I had reach a point where my legs would no longer hold me up. Intuitively, I locked my arms around his head; not wanting him to stop or think. I then twisted my body onto the bed while pulling him down on top of me.
My straight arrowed stuffed shirt personality of a father; began to explore my upper torso with his mammoth hands and wet tongue. Aggressively, yet tenderly, he thirstily licked and lapped his way down to my shaven pussy lips... KNOCK, KNOCK, “Room Service, we have your order Sir” came the sounds from outside our room door. Daddy frighteningly froze in mid lash; and I too, was agitatedly startled.
It took a few seconds or so for the interruption to register, as a non-threatening disturbance. As daddy gathered himself to answer the door, I hotfooted my naked ass into the bathroom. I started running the water inside the Jacuzzi, believing daddy would join me as soon as he was done at the door. I wrongly assumed that I had him right where I wanted him; he never showed up. I exited the Jacuzzi and the bathroom rightfully confused.
Testily, as if I were authorized to demand an explanation from him, I swaggered towards him indignantly. My father may not have known what was about to come out of my mouth; but apparently he did not appreciate the manner in which I was approaching him. He gave me an old familiar stare, that one that says, “I am still the daddy, watch it little bitch”. Daddy has always been old school, he whipped ass.
I instantly adjusted my strides and my attitude, and only then did I dare speak a word. In short, the interruption, the fright of it, snapped my father to his senses. He made no apologies concerning all that happen; but insisted that it was morally and ethically wrong! After we both admitted to each other that we enjoyed every moment; he declared nothing of that nature was to ever happen between us again!
Though intellectually I understood and accepted his affirmation; my anatomy did not give a shit! My nipples ached; my pussy was soaking wet, throbbing and craving hard dick penetration; but daddy had spoken! Innately, he was/is a man who only says what he means, and means what he says. Doubtful of what to do next, if anything at all, I covered myself with one of his tee-shirts; and retire to the large television set.
During my frustratingly aroused TV watching state of existence; my father took his shower and soon joined me on the plush couch. We order movies through the channels, and began to watch them from a father daughter cuddle up position. Though I emphatically remembered his words; the natural slut in me saw this situation as a clear opening. After all, he only had on a pair of boxers and a tee shirt; and I was naked beneath mine.
Our viewing of the first film was pleasantly enjoyable; but sexually uneventful. Around the time we were getting towards the end of that next one, daddy started nodding out. I stretched out on the sofa; placing my head in his lap with no resistance. In the mists of his dozing, I began to softly brush my fingertips along his inner thighs. Carefully, I continued this until I reached his flexible dick; which by the way was way bigger than anything I had ever seen; or felt inside me for that matter!
Lightheartedly, I wrapped my tiny hands around it; and began to slowly stroke it. With two always hard-up older brothers; I got tons of practice pulling on dicks over the years. In no time at all, daddy started sighing and moaning in contented tones. I began to feel his dick growing in my very hands. With growing confidence, I nervously released his constantly blossoming stalk from its hiding place. Seemingly, as soon as daddy’s dick was free, it became hard as a matured oak tree; and damn near as big!
I was stunned out of my mind by the sight of his pussy plunger. Now, I was the one with the second thoughts! My naive mind had no idea dicks came that fucking huge; or got that damn thick! Within milliseconds of seeing that freak of humanity; I began conceptualizing him trying to push that thing inside me! “OH HELL NO!” I remember thinking. Honestly, I changed my mind; but every closed eye is not asleep. Neither was my father; as I quickly learned.
“Suck it sweetheart, suck daddy’s dick “he quietly asked of me. Until that point in life, dick, had never been that close to my face; less lone, in my mouth. At that moment, given my fear of his size; I was not sure if I even wanted to give it a try. Daddy, however, did not give me time to make a choice. Before could voluntarily open my mouth in response one way or the other; the unyielding fist size head of his dick had already pasted my lips. It wasn’t very much of it, but my father’s hard dick was in my mouth.
Genteelly, yet firmly, his hands held the back of my head; as his hips started thrusting upwards. “Oh God, I’m going to hell! Open your mouth wider baby! Suck daddy’s dick;” paraphrased but close enough, he exclaimed. Unwaveringly, he thrashed and trashed my jaws with short quick controlling humps. Gratefully, it took all of about a minute and a half; before my first mouthful of dam bursting incestuous cum, started gushing down my throat.
I knew nothing about if I was supposed to swallow it or not; being my first time. Again though, I had no choice; because as daddy started to shoot that stuff in my mouth. He stopped pumping his hips; and held my head in place. I had too much dick in my mouth for any to escape; and daddy wasn’t trying to remove any of it. It was swallow; or choke to death I swallowed!
Daddy quickly regained his composure, after initiating me into the wonderful world of blowjobs. Notwithstanding, for me class wasn’t over yet; because shortly thereafter. He asked if I trusted him. Then he told me to stand and turn my back to him; while closing my eyes. After doing as he asked; I felt him covering my eyes with a night time sleep shield. You know, the blindfolds some wear when sleeping.
I felt him pick me up as if I were fly paper. Filled with a sense of excited apprehension, I waited to see what would come next. Suddenly I experience a gravitational downward pull, as I felt myself flying helplessly through the air. No sooner than I felt myself bouncing on what I knew was the bed. I encounter my father’s hands lifting me to a sitting position. I restlessly notice him removing my tee shirt; and then replacing my back on the mattress.
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As a black female, it is not hard to understand why the majority of us, as a people, are reluctant to post our experiences with incest. Although it is something most of us have done to some extent or the other. As an unspoken rule, we learn to keep what happens in the family, in the family. In general, I guess this makes sense; but not as much as it use too.
True, the time has not come to share real names, but there is a need to share stories. If for no other reason than, family sex is intensely exhilarating! If you ask anyone who will tell you the truth. They will tell you that incest, and for me in particular, unprotected, is one the greatest sexual experience known to human kind. More people including Blacks, are finally starting to admit they love fucking family. It is not always nice to know that other, at least somewhat normal people enjoy the same things you do.
Before I tell my story, my heart goes out to all those female victims of molestation. Victims of raped or abused in any manner in regard to these intimately personal relationships, you, are not at fault. I am deeply sorry for your experiences. However, neither was the case with me, and naturally; I would not wish that upon anyone.
To be honest, long before I was older enough to think about getting a driver’s license, the buds on my chest had been felt, fondled, sucked, and I’d been finger fucked by members of my family, in and outside of my home.
Cousins, uncles, both my older brothers, and less than hand full of boyfriends, all enjoyed the pleasures of my youthful body. At one time or another, I have given them all hand-jobs, hell one time. I jacked off both my brothers in the back seat on a family vacation drive, at the same time. In every instance, I not only enjoyed the attention, I instigated many of the episodes. In any case, I always wrote off those adventures to a youthful sexual curiosity, which I never thought to classify as incest. However, no family member had ever fucked me…..until…
By the time my story begins I was by no means a virgin, but in my defense. I was far from being promiscuous or a Ho. By this time, I had a steady boyfriend and my driver’s license. The two older brothers I mentioned had moved out, one on his own, and the other off to college. My mom had gotten a cross-country promotion, which meant the remaining members of the family, my dad and me, had to move. Mom worked in corporate America, her promotion made her a company vice-president. My dad was a surgeon, so employment for him in another state, was not a challenge.
It was late summer and mom had already left weeks ahead of dad and me. The day finally arrived for us to hit the road, on what should have been a four-day drive to join her. Though I had license, I was still an extremely inexperienced driver. This meant that daddy did most of the driving, and I would take over periodically, in order to give him a break between our hotel stays.
Except for the usual ill feelings of leaving family, friends and all of the old familiars behind, overall, I was excited about moving. That first day consisted of us driving for around twelve hours, before daddy decided on us getting a room for the night. When we pulled into the parking lot of that first roadside motel, boy was I surprised. It was nothing like what I had become accustom to when my family traveled. The place just was not up to my usual standards.
Huge craters overtook the majority of the parking lots surface. Several letters were missing from the overhead sign, along with many other unappealing characteristics, but thankfully. The place was well lit up. Daddy seemed to sense what I was thinking; but said nothing about it. Astonishingly, once we inside, the place was exceptionally clean.
After a short discussion, we decided that my dad needed to get in the shower first. As daddy disappeared from my view, I fell across one of the beds and nodded off into a light, but comfortable sleep. I vaguely heard the bathroom door opening and daddy coming out, and then. I got the strangest feeling. You know that one you get when you can sense someone staring at you, and in particular, you feel eyeballs homed in on your ass.
I have never had much going on in the tit department. I fit the just enough for a mouthful category, but I have always had plenty of ass, and damn proud of it! Anyway, over the years, I had become profoundly familiar with that feeling; but since the only ones in the room were my daddy and me. Who by the way had never shown any type of sexual attention or attractions to me, at least, not to my awareness? I naturally dismissed the thought as a product of my dazed state of consciousness.
Complicating my state of mind further and today, I am convinced it happen this way. Believing I was in a deeper stage of sleep than I really was, daddy made an innocent enough; but unprecedented move. Although it was not the first time, he had patted or lovingly smacked me on my ass, in order to wake me, or whatever. He had never palmed or gripped me there, but just then. I could have sworn that is exactly what he did. Again though, I dismissed or at least thought I had dismissed that too, as a figment of my imagination.
All those previous family adventures spoken of earlier, none was a planned event or everyday occurrences. They took place sporadically and over a period of years. Incest, the word or the act, was never something that I consciously considered. Naturally, I cannot speak for anyone else, but as for me. I was just having fun and those having it with me, happened to be members of my family. Never in my wildest dreams had I ever consider my daddy as sexual playmate!
The pulsating water started to fall from the shower-head massaging my body, and I begun to relax. I began to wonder if my daddy had intentionally stolen a feel of my ass. Did my butt have the same effect on him as it did every other man, with desires to bang me? Did my father have some secret wish to penetrate me, his daughter? Did his dick get hard with thoughts of humping his baby girl? Mental questions like these and vivid images of him doing just that, took control of my thought process and my anatomy.
The elongated nipples of my small but sufficient breast stood proudly under the raining waters, aching for masculine attention. The images became definitively scenic and immensely powerful. I can honestly remember my head spinning with erotic taboos, and the strength of my legs threatening to give way.
What was supposed to be a simple shower had become a major turning point in my life. The substance of my rationalizations towards my father had changed entirely! The question was no longer, whether my father clandestinely wanted to have sex with me. Now, the only real dispute was how to make sure he did.
The only problem was I had no idea how to go about it. At that time, I had not read one single story of incestuous seduction. Oh, I have read plenty since then, and I think most are a load of bull, however... Though I knew what I wanted, I was terrified about trying to get it. How could I get my father to make a deliberate sexual move on me? What was worse, what if I made an undeniable advance on him, and he rejected me?
And if so, how would he do it, would he be angry and offended? On the other hand, what if he was receptive, then what? What would happen to our personal relationship, and that of our family? These and other such questions intimidated me. Nevertheless, I devised a plan to study his reactions to a series of premeditated performances. By the time I was done with him, daddy would either beat the hell out of me, or have me sent to the psyche ward. Naturally, I hoped he would leap at an opportunity to bone the shit outta me! I had to know one way or the other.
After drying myself off, I intentionally wrapped the smallest towel available to me scarcely around my body. My plan, innocently change into my sleep attire in front of daddy’s eyes. After all, the bathroom was about as large as a hatbox; it gave me the perfect excuse. Unfortunately for me, by the time I walked out daddy was fast asleep. Whatever would or would not happen between my father and me was not going to take place that night.
The next morning after the hygiene rituals, and though most of my initial strains of courage had disappeared. I decided to move forward with the plan. I put my panties on in the bathroom; exiting and declaring, to my father it was too small for me to get dressed in. I took my time prancing around topless, and acting as if I could not decide what to wear. My father spoke out in a half ass protest; but I could feel his eyes roaming all over me. There were a couple instances where our eyes met, and without saying a word. I did my best to let him know I did not mind him looking, in fact. I tried to give him the OK that he could do more than look if he wanted too.
I finally picked out a short skirt, one that I knew had a tendency to crawl, and a short sleeve pullover; and I decided not to wear a bra under it. Teasingly, I broke the ice by telling him “you’re my dad, you changed my diapers. Me changing in front of you shouldn’t be a big deal, should it?” Surprisingly, he took the joke in stride, but not enough for me to truly bank on. I went with this outfit because the skirt was extremely short, at least as far as my father was concerned. He was after all a dad, my dad, and this skirt was as short as he would ever let me wear, but that is another story.
I went with this particular shirt because of the way it clings to my upper body, and if you will remember. I have extremely sensitive nipples. When I am aroused and I was, they are extra-long and hard as nails. My goal for that day was to give daddy a show that would fry his brain for eternity. Daddy choose to wear one of his classy lightweight and roomy jogging suits, a gray one to be exact.
After I was dressed and as I moved around the room packing my bag; I made it my business to put extra emphasis on the strides of my hips. If daddy was looking at my ass, I wanted him feel not just see, every up and down, every side-to-side gliding motion. If my ass had the effect on men that I truly had come to believe. My daddy would feel my switching buttocks, in the root of his balls. The very nut sack, which sent me into my mother’s womb, should have been filling up with forbidden desires.
After he checked us out, and as he began to enter the car. I parted my legs just enough to be opened. As we traveled further and further up the highway, I purposely started to squirm around in my seat, knowing my skirt was surely crawling. By now, my nipples had harden and soften on and off, but most importantly. Daddy had clearly noticed them yet he did not say a word. Truthfully, he didn’t have too. The massive lump in his jogging shorts told me I had his attention. Which gave me the courage for my next step; I pretended I was going to take a nap. Once I believed my dad thought I was asleep. I let my legs fall into full invitational mode. It was my signal to him that his daughter was open for business; and this pussy was his if he wanted it.
It is no secret that when I am in my deepest stage of sleep, I snore. I wanted him to think I was in that realm, so I added a light snore to my act. As far as I had ever known, my daddy was as straight-up as they came. He was an upright citizen, pillar of the workplace and the community. Imagine then my shock and surprise. When I felt his huge and heavy hand, definitively under my skirt, his fingers genteelly caressing and fiddling with my panty-clad pussy.
As happy as I was that he had taken the bait, I was also terrified and confused. What now? Do I wake up and encourage him to have his way with me. On the other hand, do I keep letting him think I am a sleep? If I woke up, would it startle him by putting him in an as awkward a position as there can be? Caught by his daughter with his hand toying with her pussy, and not knowing how she is going to react; that would terrify any man. I was old enough to have that much sense.
The intensity of that moment was mind blowing! I was excited and at the same time mixed-up as hell! I opted out on remaining asleep. I guess the deciding factor of my dilemma came when. I started to wonder just how far he would go, if he thought I was out cold. Stuck in this position, I relaxed and went with the flow. By the way, that is an excellent choice of words, because by now, either way, my juices had already made their choice. My panties were getting wetter with every touch of his hand.
I managed to play along without blatantly giving myself away; that is until I felt his fingers against my naked pussy lips. Expertly, daddy had slid his fingers between the lace of my panties and against my passion button, literally in a simultaneous motion. His masterful exploration of my private world felt sensational. Instinctively, my hips began to lift up out of my seat, rotating in time with his every probe. Revealing whines of anticipating pleasure escaped from between my lips uncontrollably. No longer was there any resemblance of pretense besides, I could not have slept through all those surges of provocations, no matter how hard I tried.
As I positioned myself to give him uncontested access to my private entrance, I got the courage to look upon him with glazed eyes of illegal lust. I took hold of his hand pressing his fingers deeper inside me; riding them licentiously! The intoxication of being finger fucked, by my father on the open highway, and in broad day light was phenomenally euphoric. My body responded to his divinely attentive digits as it had never done before. Shamelessly, I submitted to my depraved primitive thirst to become his harlot.
I began to moan and whimper from the obscene pleasures of my father’s actions. I was on the edge of getting the biggest and most preeminent sexual eruption of my life. Soon I started to tremble from rising waves of impending vaginal satisfaction. All the while, daddy continued to keep his eyes on the road, as if he was afraid, or refused to turn them towards me.
Although I truly wanted to see his eyes, the expressions on his face hoping to know his thoughts. All that I could concentrate on were the high-pitched squeals and moos leaping from my throat. My pussy started to convulse around his fingers, as powerful squirts of juices gush from between my legs. Damn! I had never experienced anything like that; it was completely unreal. Needless to say, daddy never turned his head, or spoke a single word to me.
I can remember spending what seemed like hours; panting, palpitating and quivering maniacally in my seat, behind my wall-to-wall paternally induced orgasms. I felt myself trying to stop it, but my body had a mind of its own. I could see myself quaking, hear myself gasping and groaning; but I had no jurisdiction over my physiology. It was as if I had stepped outside of myself long enough to watch the show, without taking part in it. Like being on a massive sugar high and not being able to come down.
Eventually, I did crash and upon returning to my senses. I was hungry as a hump back whale, and my ass was just as wet. Daddy had yet to speak on the unprecedented events which that had taken place between us. I of course was not sure what to make of it, or how to proceed from there. On the other hand, I needed to clean-up and I was ready to get something to eat. By this time, we had been on the road about eight or nine hours, and I was ready to get off it.
I told my dad of my urgent need to get cleaned up; and of my hunger. He continued to drive about five more miles, before pulling into our lodging point for that night. I will not name the well-known hotel chain, but this was more like it! Honestly, when I walked into our suite, I was blown away. The room was furnished with two beautifully adorned king-size beds, which matched the cranberry-rose colored plush carpeting and full drapes.
There was also an adjourning lounging/living room area with a large television, two single chairs and a lavish couch. The restroom, had the double sinks, a single shower, or if you wished, a Jacuzzi big enough for the whole damn family. For what it is worth, there was also a decent size kitchenette area. Even when we traveled as a family, daddy never got us a room like that one. That room truly took my breath away, it was authentically enchanting.
My father still had not mentioned anything about what happened in the car; but he decided we would order room service; rather than hunt for a place to eat. Since he did not mention it, neither did I. Besides, my immediate thoughts were on getting myself cleaned up, and getting into a Jacuzzi tub for the first time. Although I did not speak on the previous adventures in the car, I saw no need to pretend it did not happen.
The reality was things had changed between my father and me. Whether he wanted to or not, and a part of me sensed he was having second thoughts, neither of us could deny our relationship had reached an unsanctioned plateau. With this in mind, and as he was on the phone ordering dinner; I causally stripped butt ass naked, right where I stood.
He tried to control it, to cover it up; but I heard him gasp at my naked flesh. I could hear the strain in his voice, as he tried to order our dinner. Clearly, my father was distracted by the sight before his eyes; which by the way, were oozing with incestuous gleams and sparkles. There was no doubt, my father wanted to bone me, but the question remained; would he? “Perhaps”, I thought, I should tease and test him, before getting in the tub.
With fraudulent nerves of steel, I walked over to him. I leaned in to kiss him with a kiss unlike that of a daughter, or wife for that matter. In what must have been a reflex action, he opened his mouth and kissed me back passionately. I felt his large hands covering and kneading my breast; as we continued to lock tongues. I felt volcanic heat starting to overtake my body, especially when my father broke our kiss; and engulfed the entirety of one of my tits down his steamy throat.
The anticipation of my dad’s essence synthesizing with my own was driving me wild. As he twirled the tip of his tongue around one nipple and then the next continuously, my head started spinning to the point of sever dizziness. I had reach a point where my legs would no longer hold me up. Intuitively, I locked my arms around his head; not wanting him to stop or think. I then twisted my body onto the bed while pulling him down on top of me.
My straight arrowed stuffed shirt personality of a father; began to explore my upper torso with his mammoth hands and wet tongue. Aggressively, yet tenderly, he thirstily licked and lapped his way down to my shaven pussy lips... KNOCK, KNOCK, “Room Service, we have your order Sir” came the sounds from outside our room door. Daddy frighteningly froze in mid lash; and I too, was agitatedly startled.
It took a few seconds or so for the interruption to register, as a non-threatening disturbance. As daddy gathered himself to answer the door, I hotfooted my naked ass into the bathroom. I started running the water inside the Jacuzzi, believing daddy would join me as soon as he was done at the door. I wrongly assumed that I had him right where I wanted him; he never showed up. I exited the Jacuzzi and the bathroom rightfully confused.
Testily, as if I were authorized to demand an explanation from him, I swaggered towards him indignantly. My father may not have known what was about to come out of my mouth; but apparently he did not appreciate the manner in which I was approaching him. He gave me an old familiar stare, that one that says, “I am still the daddy, watch it little bitch”. Daddy has always been old school, he whipped ass.
I instantly adjusted my strides and my attitude, and only then did I dare speak a word. In short, the interruption, the fright of it, snapped my father to his senses. He made no apologies concerning all that happen; but insisted that it was morally and ethically wrong! After we both admitted to each other that we enjoyed every moment; he declared nothing of that nature was to ever happen between us again!
Though intellectually I understood and accepted his affirmation; my anatomy did not give a shit! My nipples ached; my pussy was soaking wet, throbbing and craving hard dick penetration; but daddy had spoken! Innately, he was/is a man who only says what he means, and means what he says. Doubtful of what to do next, if anything at all, I covered myself with one of his tee-shirts; and retire to the large television set.
During my frustratingly aroused TV watching state of existence; my father took his shower and soon joined me on the plush couch. We order movies through the channels, and began to watch them from a father daughter cuddle up position. Though I emphatically remembered his words; the natural slut in me saw this situation as a clear opening. After all, he only had on a pair of boxers and a tee shirt; and I was naked beneath mine.
Our viewing of the first film was pleasantly enjoyable; but sexually uneventful. Around the time we were getting towards the end of that next one, daddy started nodding out. I stretched out on the sofa; placing my head in his lap with no resistance. In the mists of his dozing, I began to softly brush my fingertips along his inner thighs. Carefully, I continued this until I reached his flexible dick; which by the way was way bigger than anything I had ever seen; or felt inside me for that matter!
Lightheartedly, I wrapped my tiny hands around it; and began to slowly stroke it. With two always hard-up older brothers; I got tons of practice pulling on dicks over the years. In no time at all, daddy started sighing and moaning in contented tones. I began to feel his dick growing in my very hands. With growing confidence, I nervously released his constantly blossoming stalk from its hiding place. Seemingly, as soon as daddy’s dick was free, it became hard as a matured oak tree; and damn near as big!
I was stunned out of my mind by the sight of his pussy plunger. Now, I was the one with the second thoughts! My naive mind had no idea dicks came that fucking huge; or got that damn thick! Within milliseconds of seeing that freak of humanity; I began conceptualizing him trying to push that thing inside me! “OH HELL NO!” I remember thinking. Honestly, I changed my mind; but every closed eye is not asleep. Neither was my father; as I quickly learned.
“Suck it sweetheart, suck daddy’s dick “he quietly asked of me. Until that point in life, dick, had never been that close to my face; less lone, in my mouth. At that moment, given my fear of his size; I was not sure if I even wanted to give it a try. Daddy, however, did not give me time to make a choice. Before could voluntarily open my mouth in response one way or the other; the unyielding fist size head of his dick had already pasted my lips. It wasn’t very much of it, but my father’s hard dick was in my mouth.
Genteelly, yet firmly, his hands held the back of my head; as his hips started thrusting upwards. “Oh God, I’m going to hell! Open your mouth wider baby! Suck daddy’s dick;” paraphrased but close enough, he exclaimed. Unwaveringly, he thrashed and trashed my jaws with short quick controlling humps. Gratefully, it took all of about a minute and a half; before my first mouthful of dam bursting incestuous cum, started gushing down my throat.
I knew nothing about if I was supposed to swallow it or not; being my first time. Again though, I had no choice; because as daddy started to shoot that stuff in my mouth. He stopped pumping his hips; and held my head in place. I had too much dick in my mouth for any to escape; and daddy wasn’t trying to remove any of it. It was swallow; or choke to death I swallowed!
Daddy quickly regained his composure, after initiating me into the wonderful world of blowjobs. Notwithstanding, for me class wasn’t over yet; because shortly thereafter. He asked if I trusted him. Then he told me to stand and turn my back to him; while closing my eyes. After doing as he asked; I felt him covering my eyes with a night time sleep shield. You know, the blindfolds some wear when sleeping.
I felt him pick me up as if I were fly paper. Filled with a sense of excited apprehension, I waited to see what would come next. Suddenly I experience a gravitational downward pull, as I felt myself flying helplessly through the air. No sooner than I felt myself bouncing on what I knew was the bed. I encounter my father’s hands lifting me to a sitting position. I restlessly notice him removing my tee shirt; and then replacing my back on the mattress.
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