Samuel married my mother after she was widowed, I was 5 years old. From then on, he considered me his daughter. I have another brother who is my father’s son.
To tell the truth, and as a woman, my father is a very handsome, attractive, and macho man. He has abundant hair on his chest and arms.
His face is beautiful, he has green eyes, an athletic build, is 1.82 meters tall, and has good morals.
My school friends drooled over my father when they came over to my house.
Some of them, who were really slutty, even made advances toward him in front of me.
My friends were 9 or 10 years old, believe it or not.
One of them was Mary, who was my best friend. One time, my mom wasn’t home and we were watching a movie in the living room. My dad arrived. Mary went and sat on my dad’s lap, wagging her tail over the bulge my dad already had.
He played along with my friend.
Even though they tried not to notice, I’d already seen them.
I got angry and grabbed Mary’s arm and pulled her away. I went about a month without speaking to my dad because of it.
For the first time, I’d been jealous of my dad.
That same month, one day, my dad left his personal computer at home. It wasn’t the first time, but this time I was interested in seeing what was inside.
It had a password, what bad luck, I thought.
Somehow, I typed my name in the password field, and eureka! It opened.
At first, I browsed, only looking at work stuff. Then I saw a folder that said “personal.” I opened it, and surprise, it was a file with photos of me, dating back to when I was 8, some photos I didn’t even know existed. Then inside that folder was another one. I opened it and couldn’t believe it. It was almost entirely text-based, father-daughter incest stories. Further down, there were some photos I’d never seen before, where I was naked taking a bath. I was about 7 years old. Then there were others where I was asleep, and my stepfather took pictures of my panties, my buttocks, and my face.
I couldn’t believe it. My father had fantasized about me, and I must confess, it turned me on, so I went to my room to touch my pussy. The thing is, I’d also done it with him, in my own way, thinking about him and masturbating.
I’d figured it out.
My pussy got wet seeing everything he had on me.
A few days later, I was home, and my mom told me to tell my dad she was going out with her friends and would be back that night.
I couldn’t stop thinking about what happened with my dad’s computer.
Even the following nights, he would touch my slit, thinking he was touching my breasts and my pussy. I was eleven years old at the time.
I put on tight leggings and a T-shirt with nothing underneath. I’ve always had small tits, but my thighs are full and my legs are nice, as is my round butt.
I have very fair skin, thanks to my mother.
My nipples are pink, as is my penis.
I waited for him in the living room.
He came home from the office and saw me in the living room. He said hello, but I didn’t answer. I hadn’t spoken to him yet, since the incident with my friend Mary.
He went to his bedroom and then left. He passed by the living room again and couldn’t stop staring at how I was dressed; I was sure he loved it.
I stopped him and told him to sit down, that I wanted to talk to him.
He sat down, and then I told him I didn’t care what my friend had done. Then I climbed onto his lap, facing him, and I was straddling him.
But what I won’t forgive you for—why didn’t you do it with me?—I could feel his penis growing down there.
A little nervous, he asked me about my mother. I told him I wouldn’t be back until later. Then he hugged me from behind, and his mouth sought my lips. It was so hasty that I wanted to avoid it, but his strength was greater, and we began to kiss richly. At first, our lips were on, but after a few seconds, his tongue was embracing mine, and we both secreted a lot of saliva.
I felt his bulge grow and press against my pussy, because I was sitting on top of his cock.
His hands caressed my back and soon reached for my breasts, fondling them so richly that I was already wetting my panties.
My attraction to my father began when he was my mom’s boyfriend.
He took off my shirt and started sucking on my tits. As I said, they’re small, but my nipples are fleshy and when they’re erect, they look like tiny volcanoes.
My dad, Samuel, devoured my nipples, sucking them, and it sent electric shocks through my body. My pussy was getting wet beyond belief.
He hugged my buttocks and squeezed them over the Lycra. I rocked against his already enormous bulge.
I don’t know how, while sitting, he took off my pants, moving it down and taking it out first from one leg and then from the other, until he left me in my panties mounted on his bulge, but after a while he also took off my panties and my pussy was free, my dad Samuel took his fat swollen cock out of his pants and now I sat on his good erection and my pussy was now rubbing against his hard flesh.
Now he and I moved, pressing my vaginal lips against the length of his cock. I could feel how hard it was and I soaked him in my intimate juices.
He took off my shirt, and I was naked, straddling him.
All moans were coming from my father, and sweet words, “You look so beautiful naked, darling,” “I’ve always wanted to have you like that.”
I felt his lips and teeth pressing on my nipples, and it drove me crazy. His hands squeezed my buttocks, and the shaft of his penis rubbed my vaginal lips and clitoris. I felt a sensation of body heat rush to my head. I fainted, having a tremendous orgasm.
I almost fell. My dad, Samuel, stopped me and held me.
After that, my dad took me off him and placed me beside him.
He said he couldn’t go on, that if I continued he’d end up making love to me. I was too turned on, so I told him I wanted to do it with him and that I knew he’d been wanting me the whole time.
I hugged him and kissed him, he reciprocated and I climbed onto his body. He was standing and he was carrying me to my bedroom. We kissed all the way, and then he placed me on the bed. He got on top of me and kissed my mouth. He moved to my tits, devoured my nipples, and then went down my stomach. I felt his mouth and tongue take over my pussy. I screamed when his tongue touched my clit. I writhed in bed and my hands grabbed his hair and almost pulled it out. He made me vibrate while he ate my pussy. He was quickly bringing me to another orgasm. He put his hands under my buttocks to lift me up, and his tongue explored my asshole as well. He devoured my anus and buttocks. I couldn’t take it anymore, and I started moaning and moaning as I came again. I thought my room was spinning around me. I closed my eyes so I wouldn’t get dizzy and just enjoyed that second coming.
I could only feel him lift up a little and place his cock in my pussy, and then a slight pain inside my slit. I had just lost my virginity to my dad, Samuel. His cock kept going in even though I complained and told him, “It hurts, it hurts.” He just leaned in close and, giving me a kiss, said, “You’re mine now. I’ve always wanted to have you. Now you’re my little wife.” With that, he started fucking me rhythmically, going in and out of my pussy, doing it slowly and steadily, but pushing deep inside my slit, which drew moans and groans from me every time.
Little by little, he thrust his penis deeper and harder into me, the bed creaking with each movement.
I let him do whatever he wanted.
Then he told me to change positions, placed me on all fours on the bed, showered me with kisses on my buttocks and a rimming kiss on my anus.
Then I felt his thick cock penetrate me. This time he put it all the way in. Then he started with a hard, hard thrust, holding onto my waist or shoulders to get it all the way in. I still felt pain when he inserted it, but afterward, it was only excitement and pleasure.
After a few minutes, I felt his cum bathing my pussy inside. It was a warm sensation, and I screamed and screamed as he came.
My dad was also moaning loudly, and a few drops of sweat fell from his forehead.
Then calm came.
He got off me and said he was going to the bathroom.
I left my bedroom and went to get my clothes, which were in the living room.
My father’s semen was flowing profusely from my pussy.
I put my clothes on there.
When I returned, my dad was already dressed. He hugged me and told me I had made him a very happy man.
The next day, I woke up with a very sore pussy. When I showered, blood came out of my pussy. I got scared and called my dad, Samuel, at work. After telling him, he told me it was normal and that the transition from girl to woman is sometimes painful the first time, but that it would soon go away.
About a week later, I was taking a shower and heard a knock on the bathroom door. I asked who it was, and it was my dad. He told me to open it, and there he was, wrapped in a towel. He told me my mom had gone out and that we had a few minutes to ourselves. Then he came in, and we bathed naked. We hugged and kissed, then he told me he wanted to ask me for something. I told him what it was. He told me he wanted me to suck his penis. I said it was okay.
He told me to bend over and put his penis in my mouth. Then he told me to suck and lick it along the length. He showed me how to do it, and I think I learned quickly, because I made him moan and close his eyes.
His cock grew inside my mouth, and I could feel a few drops of his semen coming out of the head of his glans.
Then he told me to stand up. Then he lifted me up and put me on his standing penis. Little by little, he impaled me on his cock. I wrapped my legs around his waist, so I was firmly embedded in his cock. Then he began to lift me up and lower me onto his hard flesh, each time doing it faster and harder. At first, I must say, before the pleasure hit, I felt a pain in my pussy again, but it went away quickly.
My dad told me it was okay, and that now I was going to feel pleasure, and it was true. I got extremely aroused again, moaning like crazy and having a powerful orgasm. Now my dad put me against the wall to hit my slit harder. I heard him scream and again the sensation of something hot in my vagina. It was his sperm coming out in long jets.
When it was over, he told me it had been great. We kissed again, and I asked him if what we were doing wasn’t bad. He told me that love was never bad.
He was only worried when my period was due. I told him, and counting on his fingers, he told me that thank God there was no shame.
Over the following weeks, our relationship grew stronger.
At night, before bed, my dad would come into my room several times and make me suck his cock before bed. He asked me not to drop anything, and he would cum in my mouth. At first, I didn’t like the taste, but then I got used to swallowing it.
Then that wasn’t enough, and I’d get on all fours, he’d close the door, and make love to me on my bed. I’d cum like crazy, and then he’d do it inside me or on the floor.
Occasionally, when my mom went out, she’d make me wear certain clothes he bought. She’d say they would make me look better and prettier. The clothes were very short, and she’d wear high heels. She’d put one or two cameras in the room and record when we had sex.
When I went to high school, my relationship with my dad continued, but it wasn’t as frequent.
Maybe because friends would come over to my house, or I’d sleep over with my friends.
I was in love with my dad, and it made me sad.
Although I was somewhat mature, I’d been his partner in bed for years.
When I got to college, it was even less so, and suddenly I had my first boyfriend, and he got me pregnant. That was a slap in the face for my dad.
I had to get married.
My son, Mom and Dad’s grandson, was born.
But I never completely forgot my dad.
I separated from my husband because of his infidelity.
Then my dad came home and told me that if I wanted, I could move into his house with my son.
We hugged and sought each other’s mouths. He took me to bed and fucked me like before. We had oral sex until I came, and then I made him cum in my mouth like before.
Afterward, he penetrated me in bed in various ways, gave me several orgasms, and then finished again in my slit.
I felt like something was reborn again.
I didn’t move out of the house. He visits me and makes love to me, but he asks me to forgive my husband and let him come back, and that he promises we’ll see each other like before.
Except that he made me promise that the next baby I have will be his.