This is going to be hard to believe, and I've never told

a soul before. My Mom left me and my Dad when I was

Younger, but this isn't a story about Dad and me and

some incestuous relationship we had when I hit puberty.

Sorry if that's what you were expecting. But it does

occur when puberty hit me like a train! My body was

changing and I had all these weird feelings; emotional

and physical. So it was, that I started masturbating. I couldn't stop touching myself! Every

moment I got to myself I was sneaking a feel of my

budding breasts or my aching pussy. The first time I

came I thought I had peed myself, but in fact I'm what

they call a gusher, a squirter, basically Niagra Falls!

I soon got used to the idea and accommodated myself with

a towel or maxi pad. Now, I would masturbate everywhere,

in fact the more chance of me getting caught the more

exciting it was for me. I obviously masturbated in every

room in the house. My bedroom was for early morning

before school wanks, and just before sleep tension

wanks. I did it in the bath and the shower, on the

toilet and even on the bathroom floor. Then I did it in

the lounge. on the sofa, before Dad got in from work.

The first couple of times I did it I made sure the front

door was locked, but the thought of being caught just

excited me so much I stopped locking the door. I had

just about come one time when I heard the front door

opening. I pulled up my panties under my school skirt

and was standing innocently in the center of the room

when Dad opened the door. He looked about – why was I

randomly standing in the middle of the room? No music,

no TV, just me in my school uniform looking flushed. If

he guessed he never said anything. I even started to

strip off during my lounge sessions to make it even more

exciting!

Then I started doing it on Dad's bed. That was hot! Me,

barely into my teens and wanking myself silly on my

Dad's bed! I don't know why that was hot, but I would

get so wet, my budding breasts would be on fire and I

would finger fuck myself until I sprayed cum all down

the bed. Of course, I would be lying on a towel

(sometimes two) to soak up my squirt cum. And I was

happy that Dad never knew a thing.

We had a great father/daughter relationship. We liked to

go to the movies together and we liked to cuddle up at

home too, on the sofa; popcorn; soda. One time he would

pick a movie and one time I would. We also loved to go

swimming and I loved that Dad had taken care of himself.

He ate pretty well and worked out twice a week. He even

went for runs. He's about 5'10, medium to large build,

with nice square shoulders and taut muscular legs.

He always wore shorts swimming and when we got back to

the changing cubicles I would go in the next one to him

and sit there naked, breathless, furiously thrapping my

clit to orgasm! Just knowing Dad was the other side of

wall board was so exciting it would take me literally 30

seconds to cum – which sprayed against the wall I was

facing; his wall; which made me even more horny, and I

would do it three or four times before I eventually

couldn't touch my clit without cumming. He would always

ask me what took me so long to get changed. I guess he

never noticed my squirt cum dripping off the underside

of his cubicle wall.

School was no better. I would feel my pussy starting to

moisten randomly in class and have to wait until recess

before I could lock myself in the bathroom and pull down

my panties and rub my clit to heaven and back. Quite a

few times my panties were so wet that I had to take them

off and spend the rest of the day bare ass. But that

just made me worse. It felt so sexy to be naked

underneath, knowing that no one knew, but me.

Sometimes in class I would check to see if anyone would

notice and sneak a little feel of my aching pussy right

there in class. It was so hot! And then, on the school

bus home I would be on my own after my friend Tammy got

off a few stops before me, so I would spend those few

stops trying to get off before I got to mine. I usually

managed it too!

And I would still get home and be horny. I didn't even

have to be thinking about cock. I didn't have to be

thinking about guys. I just had to get that feeling! I

needed THAT feeling. Yeah, you know the one I'm talking

about: That feeling so blissful that it excites your

whole body, from your toes to the follicles of the hair

on your head. That feeling that starts deep inside you,

deep in your pussy or, I guess, your cock. It goes

around your asshole and up inside - And goes all the way

up inside you to your fiery breasts and itching nipples.

I needed that feeling ten times a day!

I would do it so much I would make myself sore! And that

really didn't help! Because then I would have to leave

myself alone for a few days, but it didn't stop me

getting horny... one time I was sore and got so horny

during gym class I could feel my girl cum rolling down

my inner thighs as I stood in line for netball practice.

It was killing me that I knew that I could not only not

touch myself standing there and then, but also would not

be able to lock myself in the bathroom later for relief!

Sometimes, when I wasn't sore, I would set myself little

challenges like "fastest time to cum" (14 seconds if

you're interested – just think sexy thoughts and strum

like a flamenco guitarist!), or "longest session before

cumming" (8 hours and 43 minutes! No kidding! One

sleepless night during the holidays, a lot of baby

lotion too towards the end, and I nearly didn't cum at

all! When I did I think I was just relieved. My bedroom

must have reeked of pussy juice too!) or my favourite

challenge – and this is where it gets interesting –

doing it the "closest to Dad" I could get! Oh Yeah!

It started when I was watching some movie with Dad and

he fell asleep. He must have been bushed because he just

started snoring right out of the blue on a Friday night

about 20 minutes into the film – and it was an action

film, so it was all shoot outs, fist fights and

explosions. But Dad was dead to the world! I couldn't

resist, and why would I? I pulled up my nightdress on

the sofa I was sitting on and watched Dad as I put my

hand down my panties and started to gently rub my clit.

I made it last that first time, because I was so nervous

he would wake up. But he never moved and never murmured,

and I came on my hand and licked my fingers right in

front of his face!

The next day I mentioned to him at breakfast that he had

slept really quickly and soundly. He said, "Yes, it's

these new tablets the doctor's got me on. They just

knock me out within half an hour." I asked if he was

okay, but he said it was nothing to worry about, and it

was all under control.

I knew he wouldn't lie to me. Dad can be pretty blunt

with the truth, to be honest. So I knew it really was

nothing for me to worry about, but Dad just liked to

deal with his problems head on. The only thing was, as

he was sitting there eating Cheerios, all I could think

of was how exciting it would be to wank in front of him

again. I could feel that ache start deep inside my

pussy. I still had on my nightshirt and I squeezed my

bare thighs together, crushing my clit. I can do this

over and over and give myself a little orgasm right in

front of someone. I've done it in class a million times,

especially when I have no panties on. So now I was doing

it while crunching my buttered toast and staring

directly at my Dad.

He just smiled at me and carried on watching CNN. I

could feel my pussy getting moist as I kept doing it. I

just kept on looking at Dad as the feeling in my aching

puss welled up and up, stronger, tingling sensations

that went right around my asshole too. The feelings were

great and I guess I must have been moving a little more

than I realized because Dad turned from the TV and

looked right at me. "Are you okay?" he said. I just

nodded as the excitement peaked and a visible shudder

went right through my body as I came. I was blushing

blood red. "Are you sure?" he said, "You look a bit

flushed". "I'm good, Dad. I'm good. Just got the

shivers, is all" I said and crunched some more toast.

Seemed to work, because he turned back to the news.

What else could I do? I began walking around the house

trying to think up scenarios in which I could masturbate

in front of my Dad. But that night answered my question.

I saw Dad taking his pill, and I watched the clock as we

watched our usual Saturday night movie. I was lying with

my head on his lap as we watched the movie. I had on a

pair of PJ shorts and top with cute pandas on. I got

them for my birthday. And sure enough, 30 minutes in, he

was dozing right off.

"Dad..." I whispered. There was no response. "Dad!" I

said louder. But there was nothing. So, here I was, a

horny blonde teenage girl with a Dad fixation, lying of

the sofa with my head on his lap as he slept soundly. I

had to do it! I turned over onto my back and looked up

into his face as I slipped one hand into my shorts, and

my other hand up my top.

I started to tease my little bud as I kneaded my

tingling breasts. My nipples were standing to attention

and itching to be touched. I like to roll them between

fingers and thumb, tweaking them now and then to just

below painful. My pussy was growing, and seemed to open

like a fleshy flower, its petals filling with the blood

of passion. Its nectar was flowing freely out of itself

and I could feel it soaking into the crotch of my PJ

shorts.

I kept on looking at Dad as I got more and more

impassioned. My breathing got shallower and I could feel

the rapidly increasing shaking my strumming was making

through my body right up to my head on Dad's lap. I was

so close! If he opened his eyes now! - And suddenly, I

was cumming! I arched my back, pushing my head further

into Dad's lap, and held there as the sensations coursed

through my body like a shower of bliss right to the hair

on my head, and I breathed out slowly and slumped back

to the sofa, spent. I looked up at Dad and he was still

blissfully unaware his daughter had just masturbated

while lying next to him. It wasn't the last time I did

it that night either. Every 15 minutes or so I needed

another fix, but I was careful to watch his face for any

sign he might be waking up. And I still had on my

pyjamas, of course. I'm not mad!

Or at least, I didn't think so, until Sunday. In the

morning Dad was groaning about having slept on the sofa.

But he never mentioned anything about me masturbating

all night. After doing homework and Sunday lunch at my

Grandma's I settled down to watching some TV. I asked

Dad if he wanted to join me but he had work to do. Later

that night I peeked into his room to see if he had

finished his work and wanted to come watch a movie with

me. But he said he couldn't risk falling asleep on the

sofa again, so he was just going to turn in. I was a bit

disappointed, I can tell you. He asked me to get his

pill and some water and I watched him take it as he said

goodnight.

I was so disappointed. I really wanted another session

with him. About an hour later, watching American Horror

story, I got the naughtiest idea. I got up and went to

my Dad's room. His door was ajar, so I pushed it open

and looked inside. Dad was fast asleep in bed. I looked

at him there and pulled up my nightshirt with the big

teddy on it. I tucked my thumbs into my panties and

pulled them down my long legs and I let them drop to my ankles and then

just stood there for a moment, feeling naughty and sexy.

I felt up my girly groove and I had the first stirring

of sensuality in there starting to grow like an idea.

Then, never taking my eyes off Dad, I lifted my

nightshirt up and off me, and I was naked in my Dad's

doorway - A silhouette of naked teen potential against

the backlight of the hallway. I felt myself again. Yes,

it was starting alright!

Then the madness of lust really took over, as I stepped

into my Dad's bedroom stark naked. I could feel my

breasts swelling as I moved toward his bed. I stood next

to his face and started feeling my pussy up and down my

lucid groove as he lay peacefully unaware. This was so

hot! I was getting so wet. I couldn't believe I was

doing this.

My heart was beating so fast I thought I was going to

have a panic attack. I started toying with my little

bean as it cried excitement and throbbed sensations. It

didn't take long, maybe a couple of minutes, but I felt

the sensations build to fever pitch and I had to jam my

hand into my pussy as I squeezed my thighs together,

crossing one over the other, and felt my warm cum ooze

from inside me and run down my legs, bathing them in

warm juice. I bit my lip, and nearly overbalanced as I

stood there cumming. I could feel it trickle over my

ankle just behind the bone and seep into the carpet

underfoot. I regained my composure and stood up

properly.

Dad was still asleep before me. I looked at his face and

whispered, "Thank you, Daddy". And with that, I left his

room and went to my own bed.

As you can imagine, this was the only thing on my mind,

all day. The madness had pervaded my every thought. I

just couldn't wait for that night. I couldn't wait for

Dad's next pill, and what naughtiness I could get away

with that night.

I could not believe it when Dad sat around in shorts and

T-shirt that night. I could see his strong muscular

legs, and his strong well shaped arms. But he'd been out

for a run and hadn't changed yet. After an hour or so of

this divine tortured he said he needed a shower. My mind

was alight! I couldn't get the idea of my own Dad

soaping himself up and down his body, his strong thighs,

his hairy chest and maybe soaping up his ball sac and

cock – maybe getting hard as he did it and then beating

off in the shower, holding his balls in one hand and his

cock in the other, squirting his white pearl juice onto

the shower glass and it running slowly down the steamy

glass! Fuck, that's hot!

Dad didn't dry himself off when he got out of the

shower. He just put on his robe and we ate dinner, and

then he watched his favourite show, something about

spies, I don't know. I was on my laptop just looking

occasionally over to keep my lustful fire stoked until

he went to sleep. At around 10.30 he went and took his

tablet. I asked him if he had taken it, and he said yes,

and thanked me for looking out for him. How could I not?

I didn't want to run the risk of being caught if he

forgot to take his tablet. Ten minutes later he said he

was starting to feel the tablet kicking in. He gave me a

little kiss on my forehead, like I was five or

something, and then went to bed.

I waited.

I had to be sure.

When I peeked around his door around an hour later he

was fast asleep. I called him again, but like the night

before, he was lights out. I walked in and quickly

undressed out of my shorts and T. I had been thinking

about this all day. Gingerly, I crawled onto the bed

next to Dad, making sure not to make any sudden

movements. I went right up to his face and looked into

it. I loved him so much, but he was becoming my sexual

fantasy too. I lay next to him and started to feel my

body.

God, I was hot for this! I was now masturbating naked on

my Dad's bed, with him next to me! Then it hit me – he

was naked too! I lifted the covers and looked down. I

couldn't see much, but I knew he was naked. I started

wanking faster, and as I did I held onto Dad's hand,

adding that extra frisson of excitement as I shared my

passion with him. My legs were splayed wide and I was

strumming a blur on my swollen clit until I could feel

my passion deep inside reach bursting point and I

thought I was going to pee, and I suddenly squirted a

long jet of cum down the bed covers and off the end of

the bed. I squeezed his hand tightly and bit my

quivering lip. And then it subsided and I was left

breathing like I had run a hundred and ten yard hurdles.

I looked at Dad again. And he moved a little in his

sleep. I was still holding his hand when I got the

naughtiest idea. I let go of his hand as I knelt up

facing him. Then I gently knelt over his open palm and

pressed my wet pussy into it. Oh my God! It was so

wrong! But I couldn't stop myself. I rubbed it up and

down it, grinding my clit on the heel of his hand. Then

lust took over as I stopped and gently felt underneath

to raise his middle finger. Holding it in place I eased

down onto it, feeling it easily slide up inside me. A

few strokes of this was all I needed to get me to

shudder and gulp a small puddle of cum onto my Dad's

hand.

I steadied myself and reached underneath again, and

gently I lifted off his finger, squeezed two fingers

together and eased down on them again. This was even

better. It was so wrong, I knew, but that was just

making me hotter. I swivelled around on his fingers,

gyrating and slowly fucking them as much as I could, but

it was my bursting clit that finally tipped me over the

edge as I rapidly strummed it like I was polishing

brass. I let out a loud moan that I just couldn't stop

and I let out another hose jet stream of girl cum right

into Dad's hand that splashed and sprayed all over me,

the bed and even Dad's face. He winced at the wetness on

his face and I jumped quickly off the bed and out the

door with my clothes, before you could blink. My heart

was pounding!

In bed I was struck with guilt. This was my Dad! Dad,

who has always been there and always done everything for

me! Dad, who picked me up when I crashed my bike when I

was six. Dad, who helped me with my math homework when I

was 10. Dad, who had gotten me my first cell phone so I

could always call him if I was in trouble. And yet, I

knew this was the most exciting and erotic and downright

naughty thing I had ever done, or would probably ever

do.

In the morning, before school, I checked to see if Dad's

bed had dried out or not. Luckily, Dad's room is warm

and gets the sun in the morning, so all the cum had

dried up and I couldn't notice any staining either. Dad

didn't say anything about it either. But I was wary. I

had come so close to blowing it the night before. But

words can sometimes play tricks on your lust-filled

brain, and I kept thinking about blowing it. Blowing

him. Oh, no. I was into madness again. But the idea was

there and all through school I had to keep going to the

girls' bathroom and jilling myself to orgasm. You know,

quick ones to relieve the need? But it didn't help much.

By the time I reached home that day my panties were so

wet I could smell them!

I watched the clock. I wished the hours away until Dad

would go to bed. When he finally did I kept checking on

him to see if he was asleep. The first twice he wasn't

and the second time he was starting to get suspicious.

But the third time I checked he was sound asleep. I got

naked and this time I slid under the covers with him. I

moved over to him and gently smoothed over the hairs on

his chest. Slowly, I felt my ardour grow. I felt down

his chest, over his stomach and down one muscular thigh.

He was so perfect for a man his age. And then I let my

hand go between his thighs and smooth gently upward, my

hand coursing through the hairs on his leg. And then I

reached it. His manhood wasn't hard, but semi soft (I

suppose my female touch had already started to arouse

him) but his ball sac was soft and delicate, little

hairs tickling my fingers as I explored. And as I did, I

could feel his penis slowly rising to the occasion. I

felt my way up it as I watched Dad's face. Even in his

sleep I could tell he was enjoying it. I'd never touched

one before, but this was amazing. Even as I held it in

my hand I could feel it getting harder, and what

surprised me was it getting bigger, much bigger!

I felt it up and down, watching Dad's face as he started

to feel it. It was so hot. His brow pinched like sorrow

then relaxed and his mouth opened as I heard his breath

escaping. But I had to see it! I gently folded the

covers back and looked as the streetlight threw bars of

light through the blinds. I looked closely as I felt my

way to the top and then back down again. Dad was

circumcised, which I knew about from sex-ed in school.

But of course nothing prepared me for how big and

bulbous the head of a penis would look like, especially

a grown man's penis.

I had to do it! Just had to! I lowered my head so my

lips kissed his shiny head, my tongue exploring his

fleshy man-lolly, and then I opened my mouth and took

his head into my mouth. Dad groaned as I sucked and

licked and I kept one eye on his blissful face as I

continued myself education.

I started to wank him at the same time as I tormented

his glans and I felt his hand on the back of my head. I

looked up, but his eyes were still closed, so I

continued my little game. I wondered if I could make him

cum in my mouth and was answered by a quick jet of cum

and several pulses of pearly liquid pulsing into my

mouth. He groaned out load. I sat up, not quite knowing

what to do with the salty slime in my mouth. Then I had

the naughtiest thought, and spat it into my hand and

rubbed in into my breasts and down over my pussy! I was

so hot, I had to touch myself!

Dad seemed blissfully unaware as he lay there, dead to

the world. What else could I do? I thought for a moment,

one hand one my Dad's cock and one on my aching pussy.

Then it came to me. I let go of Dad's cock and moved up

the bed. I couldn't believe I was going to even try

this, but the lust madness was so on me I couldn't help

myself. I knelt next to Dad's head, then I lifted one

knee over his head to come down straddling my own Dad's

head. He still looked outers to me so I gave in to my

deepest urge and started masturbating in his face. It

was so undeniably wrong that it was pure lust strumming

my fingers over my clit, dipping inside my vagina and

coating my clit with my own slick juice.

I couldn't believe I was doing this, and I knew I

couldn't cum in his face - he'd fucking drown! He'd also

probably wake up! I was pushing beyond the boundaries

doing this. I was nearly cumming. But I just had to do

this one last thing – I lowered my pussy lips to Dad's

own lips! I just touched them at first... then I pressed

them into his lips. It was impossibly erotic! And I

don't know what I expected, but Dad's tongue came out to

greet me and licked up my virgin groove. I nearly hit

the fucking roof! I felt his hands sliding up my thighs

and gripping my pert young ass, urging me down on him

further!

I looked down to see his face, but his eyes were still

closed. Was he having an erotic dream I had caused? I

didn't know. I didn't care. Dad was tongue fucking me

like crazy, and I helped, pinching my nipples and

tweaking my clit. Then it happened! I felt it burn from

the soles of my feet up to the top of my head, in my

swollen breasts and deep in my teen vagina! And I let it

go – one - long – tortuous – orgasm that made me judder

and shake, holding onto the wall for support and

cumming, Oh my God, cumming, spraying Dad's face with my

love juice, watching it fill his mouth until he

swallowed, and then fill it again! I froze, my thighs

shaking badly. I looked down.

Dad's face was so wet it looked like he's taken a

shower. Well, he had, kind of. But his eyes were still

closed. He couldn't possibly still be asleep! Even

though I didn't want him to be awake (at least I didn't

think I did), I couldn't see how anyone could sleep

through that. Dad's hands let go of my legs and I

dismounted him and lay next to him silently, trying to

regain my breath and stop the shaking all over my body.

"Dad" I said quietly, "you're awake, aren't you?"

I looked at Dad's lips as they curled up at corners.

"Yeah".

"How?" I asked.

Dad smiled even broader and said, "I stopped taking

those tablets three days ago".

"Are you mad?" I asked, knowing he couldn't be that mad,

but not knowing what to do or say next.

"No. Surprised. But not mad."

"I'm sorry." I said.

He didn't say anything for about thirty seconds. It was

just us naked together on the bed. Then I noticed his

erection standing straight up in the air like a

flagpole. Then he said, "You know I still have an

erection... if you're interested." He turned to me and

smiled.

I bit my lip. "Sure am." I said.

And that was the night Dad took my virginity. We have an

amazing sex life, but he's not jealous when I date boys.

I think he knows that what we have is special, and

sexual. I'm the luckiest, horniest girl alive.

Fuck, I need a wank!

The End

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