Stefi’s Diary

June 15th

Damn, I am so fucking horny right now! Okay, while it’s still fresh in my head…

I couldn’t fall asleep, yet again, and I thought I heard a noise in the kitchen. At first I thought I should ignore it, but dammit, it was two in the morning! What if it was a burglar or something? Well, I thought about going to my dad’s room and letting him know, but I decided to check it out myself just in case it wasn't anything. I snuck into the hallway and silently crept towards the kitchen. I heard a cupboard door shut and figured that it must be my dad. No burglar’s going to go through kitchen cupboards. I still decided to be sneaky because I didn’t want my dad to be concerned that I was still awake.  (Those bad dreams again of my last boyfriend trying to hurt me were keeping me awake.)

I could hear the sound of the faucet now just briefly before it turned off and I could peek around the corner to see into the kitchen, and sure enough, it was my dad—but oh shit! He was totally naked! That was more of a surprise to me than anything! He didn’t see me yet as he was fiddling with a pill bottle. Oh right, his shoulder must still be bothering him, I thought. He had hurt it while playing basketball with some of his work buddies a few days ago. He had landed on it after getting fouled. Luckily, he didn’t break anything, but he bruised his shoulder up pretty bad and he got some pills to deal with the pain.

I watched as he struggled with the bottle and was able to take two pills out, but I could tell his arm was shaking. He must really be hurting! He put the lid back on the bottle, and in the process one of the pills fell out of his hand and tinked around on the kitchen tile.

“Fuck!” he exclaimed, trying to stifle himself from being too loud. It bounced underneath the edge of the cupboard near the sink, but once he’d set the pill bottle down and started looking around for it, I could tell he didn’t know where it went. I just had to do something…

“I see it!” I said as I trotted into the kitchen and squatted down at the sink, much to my father’s surprise. I quickly grabbed the sneaky pill and handed it to him while I was still squatting. I couldn’t help but see his very nice-looking (and definitely nice-sized) cock at a close level to my eyesight.

He was hurting too much to be modest about his nudity, evidently, for he didn’t even bother trying to cover himself up.

“Thanks, sweetie. I’m sorry you have to see me like this.”

“In such pain? Oh daddy, I hate knowing that you’re hurting so much!”

“Oh it’s not that, Stefi, it’s, well, I’m not exactly wearing anything if you haven’t noticed.”

“So what,” I said, finally standing up, “it’s not like I haven’t seen a naked man before, or you naked before, for that matter.”

He swallowed the pills and then gasped for breath.

I thought he’d question me about that, but he didn’t.

“I didn’t think you’d be awake,” he said, using both arms to push against the countertop as it looked like he tried to adjust his shoulder by pushing against the counter, trying to find relief for his pain.

“I couldn’t sleep,” I said as I went behind him and gently placed my hands softly on his shoulders.

Even though he was hurting, he still smelled good. He had spent a long time in the shower earlier running hot water on his sore shoulder.

“Can I rub it for you?” I asked and even though I meant his shoulder, I immediately thought that it could also mean his cock, which at first surprised me, but then sort of made me feel excited in a naughty way.

If he’d have asked me to rub his cock, I totally would have! Oh Stefi, you’re so naughty!

Without saying anything, he just nodded and looked down while still pushing down on the counter with both arms. Evidently that eased some of his pain a little while he waited for the medicine to kick in.

I slowly and carefully started to massage his upper shoulders, and they were so tight! I felt so bad for him right then and there. My poor dad!

While carefully rubbing his shoulders, I couldn’t help but admire my dad’s firm butt. He plays a lot of active sports games with his buddies from work as well as from his gym, so I can assure you, my dad’s in pretty good shape.

I carefully and slowly moved my hands down his back and along his sides. If I was braver, I would have totally squeezed his butt, but I touched him on the sides of his legs, which believe you me, was still pretty sensual. I could feel myself getting more than a little worked up.

I kissed him on his hurt shoulder and asked sweetly, “Is there anything else I can help you with, daddy?”

“I, uh,” he stammered, “you’ve been more than helpful, sweetie. My shoulder actually is feeling a lot better.”

I could see just barely from the side that his cock had gotten noticeably bigger. I was making him hard! How awesome was that? My heart did a little flutter in my chest even.

“Is there anything I can do to make you feel even…better?” I paused on the better, hoping he’d catch my hint.

“You’ve been so helpful, honey, I…I think I’ll go back to bed now.”

“I’m always here for you, daddy, just let me know.”

He tried his best to hide his erection from me as he hurried back to his room after saying a quick “Good night.”

Now here I am back in my room, and all I can think about is my dad’s hard dick and my pussy is so wet that I’m practically dripping on everything. I already took off my night shirt before even writing this much.

What the fuck is wrong with me? Well, shit, I’m just going to have to masturbate again before I’ll be able to fall asleep this time, I just know it!

June 16th

I gave myself some of the best orgasms in recent memory last night thinking about my dad and about doing sexy things with him.

I went to sleep all happy and had the coolest dream!

In it, my dad and I were walking all over the place, from fields to mountains, to the ocean, and I didn’t notice it at first, but I realized that we were both naked and super happy about it the whole time.

We didn’t seem to mind and nobody else anywhere ever seemed to notice us.

It was great!

Not a bad dream to be had last night at all!

If all it takes is thinking sexy thoughts about my dad before going to sleep and jilling off a few times, then I can totally handle that!

Shit, I think I’m wet again merely THINKING about thinking about my dad tonight!

How weird is that?

Well, Deb flaked on me again.

She said she’d swing by and pick me up after she saw Phil.

What, am I supposed to ride my bicycle, or what?

We live way the hell too far away from anywhere other than the fucking 7-11 on the corner of Sycamore.

Am I the only girl in town who doesn’t have her own car, or what?

Alright, Deb just called and said her car is overheating on her and she’s going to have her brother check it out when he gets home.

She barely made it home from the dentist before her heat gauge got in the red.

Well, that’s just fucking great.

My whole day is ruined now.

I have no way to go anywhere.


It’s 2:00 and I have absolutely nothing to do.

Summer vacation was supposed to be fucking amazing this year, and here I am, stuck at home with a shitload of nothing to do.

I guess I could call my mom and hear about how shitty her new boyfriend Steve is.

Dumbass bitch cheats on my dad (again) and runs off with some loser scum of a boyfriend.

Serves her right.


She could have been the good wife and mom and stayed with my dad, who is only ever awesome, but no, she wanted more excitement in her life and to be able to spread her legs for whatever methed-up biker wanted to fuck her and give her a place to stay for the night.

Fuck her.

I’d rather sit here and wallow in my own non-drug-addled misery.

Well, it’s 4:00 now and I’m a little happier since my dad’ll be home in about an hour.

I spent the last two hours being sneaky and searching through his room for buried treasure like I used to do when I was little and found a stash of some sexy magazines.

One of them I almost overlooked at first, since it didn’t really have many pictures, but it was filled with really sexy letters and stories and it was way better than the plain old nudie pics.

Jeez, some of the magazines went all the way back to the 90’s and the women in them were so fucking nasty with pubic hair all over the place!

Were hairy pussies really that popular back then?

Who’d ever want to lick a pussy that hairy?


That’s just fucking gross!

Okay, now the letters and stories?

Those were way better.

One of the letters that really caught my attention was a girl (I’m guessing an adult actually, maybe in her 20’s) asking for advice because she was fucking both her brother and her dad, but neither one knew about the other and what should she do since she wanted them both?

The advice floored me—the person responding said to confront them both at the same time and offer up a three-way so nobody misses out.

I’m guessing that if I had read that a week ago, I would have been grossed out even more than all of the wild bush photos, but with how happy I’d made myself last night with my whole dad thing, it got me immediately super wet!

Oh, I so longed to have a brother right then!

Even my mouth started to water at the thought of blowing my imaginary brother, who in my mind, simply looked like a younger version of dad.

So unless this girl was lying, there are people who really do have sex with their family members and love doing it!

The thought just hit me—what if my dad had read this letter too and thought about me in a sexy way?

Oh, that would be fucking awesome!

I know I say “fucking awesome” way too often.

I even got in trouble at school once for writing it on the outside of my binder.

Well, I think I’ll read some more of these until my dad gets home.

Dad had to stay later than he expected.

He works for a mortgage refinance company and one of his company’s most important clients had a big project they needed to fix before the end of the day.

He tried making it up to me by bringing me my favorite pizza, veggie delight with extra sauce for dipping.

It turned out to be a nicer late afternoon than early one because I really started getting into the stories in that one magazine once I’d finished reading all of the letters (and there were a lot of them, too).

Most of the stories were just okay.

One was about a group orgy that sounded fun, and the one that I really liked was about a horny son seducing his mom and it totally worked out for him.

It was really cool, but why couldn’t it have been about a girl seducing her father?

That’s what people want to read.

Well, at least people like me.

It was pretty warm today.

I think it got to the high 80’s.

Not quite summer weather yet, but that’s right around the corner.

We’ll be hitting the hundreds in no time.

I had gone bottomless for most of the late afternoon so I could touch myself while I read.

(Yeah, I gave myself an extra orgasm or two reading those stories, I totally admit it.)

I almost almost almost stayed bottomless for when my dad got home, but I chickened out at the last minute and put some jean shorts on.

My boobs are small enough that I can get away with just a light t-shirt and no bra.

Deb has way bigger boobs than I do, but she ALWAYS has to wear a bra, so I consider it a fair trade for now.

Dad’s in the shower right now, so I’m not going to write much here.

I have an idea on how to catch him when he leaves the shower.

Wish me luck, uh, blank pieces of paper!

Oh my god, Stefi, you are a fucking genius!

Okay, okay. Focus, Stefi, focus.

Well, I waited outside dad’s bathroom while he showered for what seemed like forever.

He had spent extra time yet again under the hot water to help ease the pain in his shoulder.

I almost decided to just walk into his bathroom because he never locks the door, but I decided it would be better to wait, as agonizingly long as it was.

I’d already spent most of the day waiting at various times for whatever reason. (See above ↑)

Well, the bathroom door finally opened and he’d stepped out into his room (you know, ‘cause the master bathroom is attached to the master bedroom and all) before spotting me and he was startled by my appearance.

And yes, he was totally naaaaaaaaaked! ♥

“Oh, Stefi!” he said with a start and started to cover himself up.

“Dad, please, don’t bother,” I said, shaking my head and grabbing his hand.

“Uh?” He didn’t know what to say.

I had already ran through my head a hundred times what I had planned to say at this moment.

“I want you to lie down on your bed and let me massage that mean-old achy shoulder of yours!”

“Uh, really?”

“Absolutely. I can’t stand seeing you in pain.”

“Well, that sounds really nice, sweetie. Here, let me put something on…”

“Don’t be silly,” I quickly interrupted him and started pushing him towards his bed.

“But honey, I’m naked…”

“No, really,” I said sarcastically as I continued to push him towards his bed.

“Don’t you want me to cover up first?”

“Look, dad, do you shower with clothes on?”

“Of course not. I’m…”

“Do you sleep with clothes on?”

“Uh, no…Where is this going again?”

“Are you cold?”


“Dad, you sleep naked, and I’ve known that since I was little.”

“Okay, Stef, what’s your point?”

I was trying to appear calm and collected, but my heart was racing a mile a minute inside me, super nervous that he would totally nix my well-crafted plans.

“Well, my point is this, that it is totally silly to put on clothes between your shower and when you go to bed unless you’re cold.”

My dad looked at me with his signature raised eyebrow and said, “Oh, and you don’t put on clothes after you shower, missy?”

I hadn’t expected him to turn the tables on me.

“Well, that's different. I shower in the morning.”

He still gave me the squinty-eye and said, “Riiiiiiight.”

Then he climbed onto his bed and lay down on his belly as he said “Well, alright. You want to massage your naked father. I can live with that.”

My heart skipped a beat.

Was he onto me?

I mean sure, I wanted to help him with his shoulder and all, but it really was a ploy so I could see him naked again.


Act cool, Stefi…

So, okay, I massaged him and all and he really appreciated it.

Massage, massage, massage.

I can’t think of an exciting way of describing it, but he seemed to enjoy it.

I was even bold enough to massage his butt (my dad has a pretty nice butt) and he didn’t say a word—not one word!

He just hummed the same way like when I was working on his shoulders.

The whole time I was working up the courage to get him to turn over.

“Alright! Ready for your front now?”

“Uh, I’m cool like this…very comfortable, actually,” he said.

“Aw, come on. You know you need the front of your shoulders done too.”

“That would be nice, but I’m really comfortable right here. Maybe another time.”

“Are you worried about me seeing your dick?”

“Uh, pardon?”

“Come on, dad, it’s not like I haven’t seen your dick before.”

He chuckled.

“What,” I said, not seeing the humor.

He wouldn’t answer.

“Come on, what? Just me saying the word dick makes you laugh?”

“No, no, that’s not it.”

“Well then, what?”

“Let’s just say it’s in a more awakened state than normal and leave it at that.”

Fuck yes! I’d given him a hard-on!

“Well, damn! Let’s see it then!”

“Steffffffffi!” I could tell that my dad was a little embarrassed but I was so excited I could barely contain myself!

“You should be happy that your daughter has no problem with seeing you naked!”

“Naked is one thing…”

“Come on scaredy-man, you think I’m gonna bite it off or something?”

He laughed, “Uh, no!”

“Then what’s the problem?”

“You honestly don’t care if I have a boner?”

Holy shit! It was working?

“Aw, hell no. Be proud you can still get it up!”

He laughed again, “Hey, I’m only 41!”

“That’s already past the average lifespan of say, 100 years ago.”

He snorted, “Good one. Oh, alright, just remember—this was all your idea!”

Aw fuck yeah, booooooy!

He slowly turned over and up popped his cock, nice and big and hard, alright!

“There you go!” I said as I pretended like it didn’t bother me in the slightest, which it didn’t, but my heart was beating so fast with excitement, I had a tough time focusing.

I wonder if I touched it, would he do anything?

Would he try to stop me?

I’d best work on his shoulders and continue to pretend like I wasn’t even thinking about his nice big hard cock all out there in the open just inches away from me!

It took a few minutes before he stopped being tense at lying there with his cock out and erect, but it never got soft.

It stayed hard the whole time while I massaged his shoulders and chest.

When I finally got down to his flat, toned stomach I asked him sweetly, “Is there anywhere else you’d like me to massage you, daddy?”

“Honey, you can massage wherever you want. I’m not going to stop you.”

Oh shit, was that an open invitation?

My heart practically skipped a beat!

I didn’t waste any time just in case he was to change his mind!

I gently moved my hand down to his hard cock, and found that it was all wet and drippy.

It kind of surprised me at first, but then I realized that he must have been REALLY turned on!

It was so drippy in fact, that I was able to get my hand wet with his cock juice or whatever you call it and start slowly stroking him up and down.

He had closed his eyes by now and began to moan like he really liked what I was doing.

“Oh, that feels good, baby,” he said encouragingly and I started to stroke his cock even more enthusiastically.

As I stroked, he began to twitch and meet my hand motions with some thrusts of his own, and fucking-A did that get me turned on!

“Oh, keep doing that, sweetie,” he said as his breathing became more labored.

Was I actually going to get him to cum?

Well, my question didn’t take long to get answered, because he said, “Keep stroking, baby, here it comes!”

Like a good girl, I obeyed and continued to stroke as huge jets of cum started spewing out of the end of his cock and splattered all over his belly.

I was so fascinated that I had a hard time keeping up with the continued strokes as he came and he said, “Oh, baby, don’t stop, keep stroking!”

I did and even more cum continued to spurt out.

Wow! My dad must have been storing up a major load!

“Oh my god, oh my god,” my dad kept whispering as he continued to pant.

My hands were simply covered with his come, and the rest of it had sprayed mostly on his chest.

“Did that feel good, daddy?”

“Oh yes, baby, you have no idea…”

“Okay, let me go get a towel and help clean this up,” I said as I wriggled off the bed without using my hands and went into his bathroom.

I grabbed the towel that he must have used to dry off because it was still wet and I wiped my hands off on it then took it off the rack and took it to my dad who was still splayed out on the bed, his cock now teetered to one side as it grew smaller and some cum continued to ever-so-slowly ooze out of it.

Did it have to drain or something?

How odd!

Well, I took the towel over to him and helped him wipe up the rest of the cum splatters.

“Well, there,” I said as I took the towel back to the bathroom, “now are you going to be afraid of being naked around me anymore?”

“Uh…” He didn’t know quite how to answer me I suppose.

“BAAAAMP! The correct answer is, ‘No, Stefi, I will no longer be afraid to be naked around you anymore.’ Got it?”

He sighed and chuckled again and said, “Got it!”

I almost almost almost got back on the bed and gave him a kiss…maybe even on his cock?

But I didn’t and I nonchalantly sauntered out of his room and into mine and I just had to get all this down while it was all as fresh in my head as possible.

You know, my hand still smells a little like him…

I just licked my hand right now but I couldn’t taste anything.

Hmmm…next time I do something like that, I’ll have to see what his cum tastes like!


So, here’s what I am going to do.

I am going to take off all of my clothes, well, my t-shirt and denim shorts are all I’m wearing anyway, I’m going to open my door a crack and then I’m going to masturbate for a few hours!

So happy, yet so horny!

This is going to be a fucking awesome masturbation session, I just know it, and if my dad walks by my door and sees me, then all the better!

June 17th

I spent so much time fingering myself and rubbing my clit last night that I couldn’t even begin to count how many orgasms I had!

I fell asleep naked and slept even more soundly than I had the previous night.

If I had any cool dreams like before, then I couldn’t remember them.

By the time it hit midnight last night, I knew that dad would be asleep since he had to get up so early this morning.

By the time I woke up, it was almost nine and I was the only one home.

I felt kind of sticky and sweaty so I immediately got out of bed and went straight to the bathroom and then the shower.

I don’t know why, but sometimes I like to play with my ass in the shower and get it all soapy then slip a finger or two inside.

I could sure use some shower toys!

Well, I had a good hot shower and dried off.

I’m used to going and putting clothes on right when I’m done, but I felt so hot that I thought it would be nice to just walk around the house naked and just enjoy the feel of it.

Well, I walked into the kitchen and was surprised by…

…a note.

Ha! I bet you thought that I was going to say that my dad was home and I was surprised to run into him naked at home.

If so, then I gotcha!

Also, who the fuck do you think you are, reading my private diary?

Hands off, you perv!


As if I’m going to ever let anyone read this!

Oh, yeah, the note.

Well, I’ll just tape it right here then:

Stef- Thanks for that wonderful massage last night. I feel so much better today! I just know that it was your magic hands that did the trick! My boss said to the crew that had to stay late last night that we could leave early today as a reward. I’m hoping that means 3, but probably closer to 4, I’m guessing. If you can make it to the mall today with your girlfriends, here’s a little money to buy something nice for yourself. Oh, and I’ll take us out to dinner tonight too, so start thinking of a restaurant. Love, DAD

Normally when my dad leaves me money for something, it’s rarely more than a twenty, but at the bottom of the note was a crisp $50 bill!

My dad is so awesome!


I wonder how much he tips for a blowjob?

Oh Stefi, you’re so naughty!

I just got back from going out with Deb.

Luckily her car just had a problem with its radiator cap or something because she said her brother was able to fix her car really easily and fill up the coolant or whatever.

In any case, she was able to pick me up and take me to the mall!

I really wanted to buy something from Nordstrom’s, but $50 doesn’t get you very far there.

Luckily, Penny’s was having a 50% off sale and I found a really cute and petite black dress in my size which normally would have been $80, but at half off was only $40!

(Yes, I are good n’ smart with the mathy stuffs! LOL!)

I can’t wait to wear it out to dinner tonight with my dad!

I think I look pretty sexy in it, if I do say so myself!

Deb was a little jealous of how good I looked in it, I think.

(I took her into the changing room with me to get her opinion first.)

Deb’s not only got bigger boobs on her, she has a little more meat on her bones than I do, so she has to get bigger sizes than I do and they often either cost more or they don’t have any in her size.

Anyways, back to me.

I bought myself a little black dress with my dad’s money and I look great in it!

Should I wear my hair down and loose or back somehow?

It’s mostly straight, so should I curl it?

What should I do about makeup?

Let’s see…it’s almost 3 now and dad’s note said he might get off around this time so I’ll see what I can do!

Alright, it’s almost 4 and dad just called saying he was on his way home.

I told him that I bought something nice to wear for our dinner out together and he sounded really happy that I was able to go out with Deb after all.

I decided to do just my eyes.

I played around with some blush and lipstick, but it made me look way too slutty and desperate with the dress, so I just cleaned it off.

Mascara and eye shadow should be plenty.

I’m leaving my hair down and brushed loose.

Last minute decision, and it’s a big one—I’m going to go pantyless!!!

The dress is so form-fitting, you can see my panty line, and just the thought of going out to dinner with my dad without panties has gotten me so excited, I can barely contain myself!

I mean, the dress is already made to be worn without a bra, but…oh I hear him pulling in…wish me luck!

That was like, the best dinner ever!

We went to Tuscany Road, which is like the best Italian restaurant in town.

Olive Garden? Eat your heart out!

Oh, I’m getting ahead of myself again.

Well, dad came home and saw me all dressed up and ready to go so he quickly changed his shirt and we were off.

We were able to get to the restaurant before 5:00 and with it being a Friday, if we went any later the wait for a table could have been up to 2 hours or more!

We only had to wait like ten minutes, if that.

My dad couldn’t stop commenting on how good I looked.

From the looks of others in the restaurant and more than a few of the waiters, I was at first feeling a little self-conscious until my dad convinced me that people were staring because I looked so hot.

He also said that I could probably pass for 21, and when I jokingly asked if that meant I could have some alcohol with dinner, he laughed and said not a chance.

When the waiter asked if I’d like to have a look at the wine list, I glanced over to my dad again and he gave me a toothy grin and shook his head, so I smiled at the waiter and ordered iced tea with extra lemon.

It felt like a date between boyfriend and girlfriend instead of father and daughter.

My dad looks really good for 41.

He isn’t graying yet and his hairline is perfect.

He stays so fit that he could easily pass for a man in his early 30’s.

And with my sexy black dress and smart hair and makeup choices, I could pass for a girl in her early 20’s, so I’d imagine that most onlookers just thought of us as a normal couple, maybe 8-10 years apart or so.

At least I hoped that’s what they thought, because I was delighted at the idea!

It was so comfortable going without panties that I had completely forgotten that I wasn't wearing any!

When I excused myself to the restroom after chugging down one too many glasses of iced tea, I only remembered once I was in the stall and pulled up my dress only to find that I didn’t have anything else to pull down!

My god, how quick and easy!

Nothing down around your ankles to trip and stumble over or accidentally pee on if you’re not careful!

I’ve had to do some danger-squats before, you know, where the toilet is so gross and there aren’t any toilet seat covers that you have to do your best to squat over the toilet without touching it and pee and hope that you don’t get it all over yourself in the process.

With what I wore tonight, that would have been so much easier to do if I had to!

I don’t know why I just wrote about my time in the bathroom.

I must be a little nutty.

Well, I had the pasta primavera with shrimp and my dad had the Tuscan Sizzler.

It was wonderful.

He did most of the talking.

I mean, I told him about my time out with Deb and what I knew about her car problem and all, but he was definitely the chatterbox, telling me all about his work project and how much better his shoulder felt.

When I told him how much I was looking forward to giving him another massage after his shower tonight, he almost choked on his water and quickly changed the subject back to his work again.

After I’d said that, I could tell that his color was a little redder and he kept adjusting something in his lap.

A boner, maybe?

I could tell that I was getting wet at the table just thinking about it.

The water is definitely off now so he must be done with his shower and it was a long one, too!

That gave me just enough time to quickly jot all of this down.

I’m still in the dress now, even!

I didn’t want to forget a single detail!

Later, I have work to do!

Oh wow…oh, oh wow!

Alright, breathe, focus, okay.

Where was I?

Okay, well, I caught my dad just as he was coming out of the shower this time and he had wrapped his towel around his waist.

He wasn’t nearly as surprised to see me this time as he was yesterday.

He must have been expecting me.

“Hi, sweetie,” he said, “I figured you would have changed out of your dress.”

“There wasn’t enough time. I had some messages to go through first and by the time I was done, I could hear that the water was off.”

“Wasn't enough time? What’s the rush?”

“I wanted to be sure that I caught you before you did something silly, like put on clothes.”

He chuckled and said, “All right, all right. It’s just me and my towel.” He held out his hands to his sides as if I was pointing a gun at him. “Cool with you?”

I’d rather the towel had been left in the bathroom but I smiled and replied, “Cool with me.”

“So what’s the plan then?” Dad eyed me inquisitively.

“Massage!” I replied emphatically.

“Okay, okay,” he said snickering, “shall I assume the position?”

I nodded wordlessly and guided him over to his bed, which he promptly started to climb on, still with his towel wrapped tightly around his waist.

“The towel has to go, though,” I said matter-of-factly as I grabbed hold of the back of it and pulled.

He didn’t argue and let me pull it off him without a fuss which I then tossed onto the floor on the side of the bed in case we needed it for cleaning up purposes later, like we had needed last night.

He proceeded to sprawl out on the bed on his belly but not before me being able to notice that his cock was more hard than soft as he scooted into position.

I started with me standing on the floor and leaning over the bed as I started to massage his legs and calves.

I had to climb up onto the bed in order to reach and massage his butt and it was at that point that I realized that my own dress was liable to hinder me doing that.

Even though it only went to my knees and it was relatively stretchy, it still didn’t allow for me to move about easily on my knees.

Besides, I certainly didn’t want to risk damaging my pretty new dress.

Nor did I want to take the time to go and change into something else either, so what I did was hoist the dress up a bit so my knees would be free and that worked pretty well for a little while.

I was able to massage his handsome butt as long as I wanted before starting to move up his back; I knew that I’d have to adjust the dress even more to make that work.

He had his eyes closed anyway, so he had no idea that his pantyless daughter was now straddling his butt with her bare, exposed pussy liable to rub up against his naked back and butt at any moment.

It was making me so wet, it was just about driving me wild!

In order to try to focus on the task at hand, I moved up his back quickly and put all my efforts into massaging those strong, sexy shoulders of his.

I almost couldn’t help myself, but as I did, I managed to massage him with a rhythm where I intentionally grinded my pussy into the small of his back as I massaged him and it felt oh so nice to rub my pussy on him—any part of him, really.

I knew that I wouldn’t be able to have an orgasm doing just that, but boy did it feel good and it only turned me on that much more!

“Mmmm, that feels good, baby,” cooed my dad with his eyes still closed.

That only encouraged me to pick up the pace of the massage and grind my pussy even harder into his back.

It was hard to tell which one of us was enjoying it the most!

“Are you ready for me to turn over, sweetie?”

“Oh, yes,” was all I could gasp with my heart pounding and my breathing quickened.

I lifted up off him and quickly pulled my dress back down to cover myself just in time as he rolled over onto his back, with his cock springing up even bigger and drippier than before, if that was even possible.

There was even a pool of wetness on the bed from where it had been leaking out its sexual juices.

I must have really gotten him turned on, too!

He obviously saw me staring at his cock wide-eyed and amazed as he said sheepishly, “Well, what do you expect riding my back like you did? That would have given a dead man a stiffy!”

I snorted unexpectedly and held my hand up to my face in surprise.

“Stefi, I may be your father, but I’m still a man…I,” he acted like he was trying to apologize and moved his hands down to cover himself up, thinking that he had crossed a line that I didn’t want to cross or something.

“No, no,” I quickly stopped him from trying to hide his handsome cock from me, “I knew that I was getting us both turned on. I just…I just…”

“You just what?” My dad relented and stopped from trying to hide his throbbing hard cock from me again.

“I just…I love seeing it all big and hard.”

“Stefi, you’re not supposed to want to see your father with an erection.”

“Oh, but I do—I love it! I really do!”

Dad let out a big sigh and rubbed his eyes as he laid his head back.

“What?” I was worried that I had done something seriously wrong this time.

“I…uh…” he paused as he rubbed his temples now with his hands.


“You know I can never say no to you, sweetie…”


“If you really truly want my cock,” he paused and my heart skipped a beat in anticipation.


“You know it’s yours, baby.”

“You mean it?”

“Absolutely, baby.”

I was so thrilled that I didn’t know what to say other than the first thing that popped into my head.

“Can I…can I suck on it?”

“If that would make you happy, sweetie, of course you can.”

I glanced down at his cock as he said that and I noticed a fresh bead of juice trickle down the side of it.

“Why does stuff drip out of it like that?” I couldn’t help but ask, my curiosity getting the better of me.

“Because you have me really, really turned on right now, sweetie.”

“I do? That’s awesome! I…I’m so wet myself, it’s practically running down the inside of my legs!”

“You know, you can just go ahead and take the dress off, sweetie.”

“Then I have to first confess that I’m not wearing any underwear.”

“Oh, I know,” he chuckled, “you think I couldn’t feel you rubbing against my back like you did? That was a big giveaway, sweetie. My lower back is still wet from it.”

I giggled nervously and mumbled, “It is?”

“No worries. It’s nowhere near as wet now as my cock is.”

“Is it okay to suck on with all of that juicy stuff?” I was worried that I’d gotten this far only to fail for making him too juicy.

“Of course it is, but that decision to do so is completely yours. I’m not going to force you to do anything that you don’t want to do.”

“Well, I may as well take off this dress then, right?”

“That would be an excellent idea, but only if you want to.”

I quickly grabbed the base of my dress and shimmied as I pulled it up and off me, my small boobs barely presenting any obstacle at all for its removal.

Then I promptly, yet carefully, dropped it off the side of the bed.

I was nervous that both of us were now completely naked on my dad’s bed.

“Do you have any idea just how beautiful you are?” My dad looked at me lovingly.

I could feel a blush coming on as I felt a combination of “Aw shucks” combined with such extreme love for my dad.

Not to mention sexual passion.

Had I ever been more turned on, ever?

Not even close.

I leaned down to a position so I could relax mostly on the bed on my left side, with my left armpit straddling his leg and so my head could be as close to his cock as I’d like all the while being able to look up and see his face at the same time.

“Let me see what it smells like,” I said as I took a big whiff of his cock and the surrounding area.

It actually smelled a lot nicer than I expected—a nice strong, clean yet manly smell.

What a delightful surprise!

It actually made my mouth water even.

I don’t know why, but I was actually expecting it to smell a little gross so I was preparing myself.

I mean, I was so horny that I planned on sucking on his cock anyway simply because he said I could, but I didn’t truly expect it to smell so nice, and, well, kind of tasty, actually.

“Wow, it actually smells really nice,” I said as I took an even bigger whiff. “I had no idea your cock would actually smell this good!”

“Well, if it smells good, it must taste good too, then.”

I grinned so happily.

He wanted me to suck on it just as much if not more than I did!

Fucking awesome!

I stuck my tongue out and licked the latest drip of juice that was starting to dribble its way down my dad’s cock.


Very light, very clean-tasting.

Smooth and slick, surprisingly similar to how my fingers taste after they’ve been in my pussy.

(Yes, I’ve tried tasting myself more than once.)

I kissed the underside of his cock a couple of times which wetted my lips with his juices before I took my free hand and pointed his cock slowly up and into my mouth as I lovingly began to suck on the tip.

My dad lifted his head off the bed to look down at me with his own mouth wide open with awe as he said, “This is really happening, isn’t it?”

I nodded as best I could with the tip of his slick cock between my lips.

“My daughter is really sucking on my cock right now.”

“Mmm-hmmm,” was all I could hum as I tried to put more of it into my mouth.

I’d certainly seen pictures of bigger cocks, but with me not being a learned professional at sucking on cocks, I didn’t want to go down too far on it for fear of it making me gag.

In any case, my dad kept leaning his head back to moan with pleasure before propping it back up again to watch me, evidently still in amazement that this was really happening.

He seemed to be happy with whatever I was doing, so I just kept on doing it, taking time to pull it out of my mouth, kiss the tip and the sides a few times, maybe lick around the base or up the side before putting it back into my mouth again.

“Oh, baby, I’m getting really close,” warned my dad as he panted in short gasps, “don’t forget to keep stroking or sucking as the cum starts to shoot out.

I made sure to have my hand at the base of his cock just in case I couldn’t keep sucking as he came, then I’d still be able to stroke him at least as I continued with the pace that seemed to be working fairly well as it was.

“Oh, baby, oh, Stefi, here it comes! Here it comes!”

Sure enough, right on cue, a big splatter of cum shot into my mouth, which surprised me even though he had warned me that it was going to happen.

I pulled my mouth back yet I knew to keep on stroking as more cum shot up into my mouth and all over my chin.

I could tell that his cum had a stronger taste than the earlier drips and it was more like the consistency of runny egg whites.

Still, it wasn’t as gross or unpleasant as I had prepared myself for.

I swallowed what was in my mouth and then went back to sucking on it as the spurts grew less and less and I knew that I could handle the rest of it in my mouth.

“Oh Stefi, oh Stefi,” was all he could gasp as he shuddered under my relentless sucking as his orgasm drew to a close.

“Did that feel good, daddy?” I asked in my squeakiest little girl voice that I could muster, which made him chuckle between his gasps.

“Oh my god, Stefi, that was, that was amazing. I don’t think I’ve ever been more turned on in my life!”

“That was fun; I actually really liked doing that!” I said, thrilled that he enjoyed it so much.

“You know that with me agreeing to let you do that, I’m going to jail, hell, or both.”

“You’d only go to jail if you turned yourself in and there’s no way I’d let you do that.”

“Well, I guess it’s hell for me then.”

“Cool! I’ll see you there then!”


“As if you’d go to hell for having some sexy fun with your daughter. Puh-lease!”

I reached over the side of the bed and grabbed the towel to wipe the cum off my face and what had ended up dripping on my dad.

“Don’t you feel honored that I gave you such a great blowjob?”

“Uh, I guess I do. What do you mean?”

“Well, doesn’t one of the Ten Commandments say to honor thy father?”

My dad threw his head back on the bed and chortled loudly, “I seriously doubt that it was meant that way, Stefi.”

“I’m just saying, is all. I think we’re totally in the clear.”

“I love you, Stefi, so, so much,” my dad said as he shook his head either in awe, disbelief, or both.

“And now if you’ll excuse me, I have some things that I must attend to if you don’t mind,” I said as I got off the bed and picked up my little black dress off the floor.

“Which one of us is the parent again?” My dad said dazedly as he watched me adoringly.

“You are, but don’t forget that you gave your cock to me now. I plan on playing with it tomorrow, too.”

“I’ll be sure to remind it then,” he said as he chuckled again.

I blew him a kiss as I sauntered out of the room with my little black dress tossed over my shoulder like that’s how it was supposed to be worn and I gave some extra wiggle to my butt as I walked out, knowing that my dad was watching me the whole time.

All right, now that I’ve written all of this, there is a gigantic wet spot on the bed between my legs.

I plan on giving myself so many orgasms tonight that I lose count and then add a few more on top of it!

Look out pussy, here comes Stefi!

June 18th

Ahhh! Saturday morning! Another great night’s sleep!

I’m sure my dad’s already up. I don’t remember him saying if he had any plans this weekend or not.

A yawn, a stretch, and a shower is what I need now. I certainly kept myself up late last night masturbating again. My pubes are getting bristly again, so it’s time to shave. I may as well shave my legs too.

Hmm…should I?

Should I just go and walk out and greet my dad naked after the shower?

I mean, I’ve been getting horny enough with him being naked and me being (mostly) clothed.

Stefi, can you control yourself?

Would he be okay with it?

Oooh, what if he’s naked too and just waiting for me to get up?

Okay, I’m going to do it!

Shower time!

Oh my god, I am so happy!

I am the happiest I have ever been in my entire life—I’m practically crying even!

Why do people cry when they’re happy? It doesn’t make any sense! Here I am, wiping the tears out of my eyes, trying to write this down because this is definitely something that I’ll want to have and cherish for the rest of my life, I just know it!

Okay, okay.

Every detail.

Don’t leave out anything, Stefi!

You will want this forever!

Okay, I’m ready!

The shower.

I washed my hair, my body, and my face really well.

It was definitely time to shave.

My legs and pubes were getting pretty bristly—armpits too, of course!

I’d have to say that I was extra diligent in my personal grooming, possibly more so than ever simply because I planned on being completely exposed for as long as I could, and I certainly wanted everything to be as presentable as possible.

Just in case, well, you never know!

I had a couple of cool ideas running around in my head and if any of them worked out, I certainly wanted to have everything in tip-top shape!

I’m pretty sure that I already wrote about it, but for some reason, I just love playing with my ass in the shower.

I really can’t explain exactly why.

I guess because it’s not only fun and feels nice, but my ass just feels so clean afterwards.

It’s like it makes the shower feel that much more effective or something, I don’t know.

Well, I won’t go into too much detail because I have even better things to spend time on here, but I’ll say this—I left that shower feeling super-duperific clean! :D

Oh, and while I was playing around with my bunghole, I could feel a few stray hairs I missed shaving, so I carefully shaved those too.

Now I’m not a girl with a hairy asshole by any means, but there were a few hairs here and there that needed some tending to, and I’m so glad that I did!

I’ll get to that later.

Okay, so I was at the turning point right as I left the shower and dried off.

Should I chicken out and go get dressed, or stick with the plan and walk down the hallway to the kitchen and living room?

I paused for a few moments in the hall, deciding what I should do.

I could hear the TV on in the living room and it sounded like a sportscaster or something, so I was sure that my dad was out there.

What if I walked out there and he had a friend over?

What if the front blinds were wide open and people could see in from the street?

What if, I don’t know, any number of other reasons to give myself to bail out on my plan and go throw something on instead?

Or, I could go out wrapped in a towel, right?

Towel shmowel.

That’s as good as being dressed, practically.

My dad’s seen me wrapped in a towel a billion times.

If I really wanted to make a point, if only to myself even, would be to walk out there wearing not a stick of anything.

How would I feel if he saw me and told me to go put something on?

Uh, crestfallen? That’s a good word.

Stefi, you can do it!

Don’t you remember when he made mention of you putting clothes on after your shower?

I actually had to go back and read what I wrote as to exactly what he said to really remember, so much has happened since then.

By pure coincidence, I’d first flipped back to the page from last night where he said for me to go ahead and take off the dress, so I’ll take that as a wonderful coincidence.

A sign, maybe?

In any case, I was in the hall and this diary was back in my room, so it couldn’t help me drum up my courage at the time.

I had to do that for myself.

I took a deep breath and strolled down the hall towards the living room.

Now the kitchen is right before the living room, so I knew that if I had to quickly duck for cover in there, I could.

Well, as brave as I was, I couldn’t just saunter out into the living room without surveying the situation first.

The couch faces the TV which is in the front corner of the house.

If the blinds are open, you can see out to the street.

I could tell that the front blinds were closed.

My dad was sitting on the couch watching some sort of sports news show on what must have been ESPN or something like it.

He was wearing his plaid bathrobe and sipping on a tall glass of orange juice.

I knew he must have heard me in the shower–he simply must have.

He evidently didn’t know that I was behind him as I stealthily crept up to the couch.

As I got closer, I could see over the back of the couch and saw that he wasn't wearing anything underneath his bathrobe.

In fact, it wasn't even tied closed and his handsome penis dangled between his legs, all small and adorable.

I was so thrilled that I must have made a noise or he just sensed my presence because he turned around and saw me frozen just a few feet behind him.

“Stefi! Oh, I mean, good morning!”

He was evidently more startled by my nudity than he was by my presence overall.

“Uh,” I smiled nervously not knowing how I should stand, move or what.

He smiled back and said, “I see that you were serious about your no clothes after a shower rule!”

I wasn’t quite sure how to respond other than a nervous, “Uh, heh, yeah.”

“Well, all I’m wearing is this-here robe. If you want me to wear more or less, just tell me!”

Bless that man! He was more concerned with what he had on, in comparison!

“Oh, daddy!”

I rushed the few more steps to reach him, with me standing behind the couch as I threw my arms around his shoulders and I squeezed tight.

He had to adjust so that I didn’t cause him to spill any of his orange juice.

“I love you so much, daddy,” I said as I kissed him on the cheek.

“I love you too, sweetie, so much more than words could ever express.”

“Maybe I could have you express it in other ways,” I said what I thought was to myself, but then he said, “Pardon?”

I took a quick breath and said, “Did you already have breakfast?”

“Uh, just this orange juice so far—you hungry, sweetie?”

“Oh, yes. Very much!”

“What are you hungry for?”

“For you, daddy” was what I wanted to say, but instead I said, “I know! I’ll make us some French toast!”

“That sounds wonderful, sweetie!”

I gave him another kiss on the cheek and I ran my hand down between the open parts of his robe to feel the hair on his chest.

I could already tell that his cock was much harder than when I first caught a glimpse of it merely moments before.

I excitedly bounced my way back to the kitchen and then turned to see him still watching me as he grinned from ear to ear.

I’d definitely made the right choices today so far!

I made a cute wave to him and he waved back as I went around the corner into the kitchen.

Part of the counter is open on the opposite side of the kitchen near the stove where you can see through to the living room.

If he moved to one end of the couch or into the recliner that was the furthest from the TV, my dad could also watch me topless at the stove making breakfast if he wanted to.

He wouldn’t have been able to see me from where he was sitting, and I’d have to peek around the corner to see him.

I’m not sure how I would have behaved if I had an audience, so I delighted myself all the same by gathering up the eggs and the cinnamon and the bread to make the French toast.

I wasn’t hot, I wasn’t cold, but I was hungry and horny.

While whipping up the egg mixture for the French toast, I splattered some on my boob, and I was amused once again by only needing a quick wipe from a paper towel to get it off, what otherwise would have been a noticeable stain on my blouse or shirt, had I been wearing one.

Score one for nude cooking!

I was so distracted by what I was doing, I was surprised to see that my dad was leaning on the other side of the counter on his elbows and watching me with his head resting in his hands.

“Oh! Hi,” I said as I placed one of the French toasts on the skillet to cook.

“Do you need any help, sweetie?”

“Oh, uh, thanks, but I’ve got it pretty well handled. Your show over?”

“Nah, but I’d much rather watch this. Do you have any idea how amazing you look right now?”

If my hands weren’t covered with splattered egg and if the skillet didn’t need to be tended to, I would have looped around the counter and thrown myself at that man right then!

“I’m an amazing cook?” I pretended not to hear him clearly over the sound of the food cooking.

“How amazing you look!” he said a little louder.

“They look amazing? I haven’t even flipped them over yet.”

“You look!”

“Where?” I said, glancing around my work area. “I can’t see what it is you’re talking about. You’ll have to come around over here where I can hear you better!”

He grinned and shook his head, chuckling, then stood up and circled around the counter and into the kitchen proper.

“Stefi, you—you look amazing. The French toast looks delicious.”

“I look amazing though? Why can’t I look delicious too?”

“Oh baby, you’re making my mouth water more than any food possibly could!”

“Oooh, I like the sound of that! I’ll take that over amazing, if you please.”

He then went around behind me as I faced the stove and placed his hands on my hips, which made me start to tingle.

He then bent down slightly and I could feel his warm breath on the back of my neck as I felt a sweet, soft kiss on my neck.

“Mmm, that’s nice,” I said, cooing.

“You smell so good, baby, so fresh and so clean.”

“I’m this fresh and clean everywhere, I’ll have you know—shaved too.”

“Really now?”

“Oh, yes,” I said as I flipped over the French toast, “even my pussy is freshly shaved.”

“It is, huh? I guess I can’t tell from here.”

“I’m too busy right now to show you, but you can use your hand to check and see if you like.”

“Oh, should I? Should I use my hand to check and see if your pussy is shaved, Stefi?”

He placed another kiss on my neck and I could feel his breath even more. He must have been breathing even faster.

“Oh yes, daddy, that would be a really good idea! I’m not sure if I got every single hair shaved off just right and you could help me check for certain.”

“I’d be only too happy to help you check then, sweetie,” he said as he slowly moved his right hand around to the front of my stomach and then downwards towards my pussy.

I widened my stance slightly so it would be even easier for him to get his hand between my legs.

Once his slowly probing fingers reached the top of my pussy and traced lightly over my clit, it felt like lightning was shooting through my body as I began to quiver at his touch.

He slowly moved his hand down even further and it was met with instant wetness that was emerging from my highly aroused vagina.

“Mmmm,” was all I could say as I tried my best to appear focused on cooking.

“It feels like you did a great job shaving, sweetie! I’m not finding any missed hairs…”

He slowly moved his fingers back and forth over my pussy lips and clit, driving me wild with passion and excitement.

“Oh, oh, I like how thorough you are, daddy, but I need you to check even further down—I shaved all the way to my ass.”

“Well, here, why don’t you bend over a little then while you’re cooking and I can check your backside a little better?”

“That’s a great idea, daddy,” I said very throatily.

As I adjusted by spreading my stance wider apart as I bent over, I quickly took the French toast off the fire as he crouched down behind me.

He reached his hand under and between my legs all the way to my glistening clit and he slowly pulled his hand back along my labia to the base of my pussy.

“You want me to check around your asshole too, baby?”

“Oh yes, daddy, very much so.”

His hand, wet from my dripping pussy, slowly left the confines of my clit and labia and pulled back along my centerline to draw a circle of my pussy juice around my asshole.

It felt nice—very nice!

“You’re so smooth, baby! I can’t find any extra hairs anywhere!”

I was breathing pretty heavily by this time.

“You know,” I said as I panted and swallowed, “there could be some really small hairs that you wouldn’t be able to feel with your fingers…”

“What do you suggest I do, sweetie? I certainly want to be thorough!”

“I think,” I said, still breathing hard with my heart pounding, “I think you should probably use your tongue then.”

“Mmm, good idea!”

With that, he took his hands and spread my cheeks ever so slightly and I could feel his warm wet tongue slip between them, first at the base of my pussy then slowly upwards and over my asshole.

“Oh god, yes!” was all I could gasp.

“You taste good too, baby!”

“Keep checking,” I panted impatiently.

“Yes, ma’am,” he said and went back to licking around my asshole.

I was in sheer heaven!

I had turned the stove burner off by this point, but it was still too hot to lean against.

I pushed back into my dad’s probing tongue so I could bend over even more.

If I didn’t have to use both arms to hold myself in that awkward, yet sexy position, I would have used one of my hands to start rubbing my clit since my dad was using his hands to grab onto my butt cheeks and keep himself stable while still crouching behind me like a baseball catcher.

“Oh, daddy, I love the way you’re checking my asshole—please don’t stop!”

That felt so much better than me using my fingers in the shower; I couldn’t even begin to describe it!

Even though my asshole was delighted from all of the loving attention my father’s tongue was giving it, my clit was screaming for attention on its own.

I tried to support myself on the edge of the counter with just one hand and use my other to tend to my lonely clit, but that made my stance too unstable and wobbly so I had to stop.

Evidently, my dad could tell what I was trying to do and he paused only for a moment to shift to getting on his knees for more stability.

At that time, I was able to push even further away from the counter so I could bend over even more, so much that my arms were holding onto the counter just above my head.

“Arch your back, baby,” my dad said and not understanding in the heat of the moment, I arched upwards, sort of like a bridge.

“The other way, sweetie, arch your back downwards like a hammock,” he took one hand and gently pushed down in the small of my back until I was indeed arched downwards.

It felt like my butt was even more exposed that way.

“Mmm, perfect,” he said and went back to licking.

He didn’t have to hold my cheeks apart anymore to get good access to my asshole, for the way I was standing, all bent over and arched like a hammock, evidently made my asshole very easy to get to!

I moaned with pleasure as he flicked his tongue around my rosebud a few times before licking firmly in the center of my puckered hole and I could feel his tongue slip almost effortlessly inside.

“Oh god, daddy, that feels so good!” I squealed with pleasure.

He then began to slip his tongue in and out of my asshole, literally fucking my asshole with his tongue and it was one of the best things I had ever felt.

I’d had sex with my last boyfriend and he half-heartedly licked my pussy once or twice but never my asshole!

This was amazing, simply amazing!

Forget French toast—I’m getting Frenched ass for breakfast!

“Oh, daddy, could you do that all day long? That’s the best thing ever!”

He just chuckled and continued to lick and probe his tongue deep into my very appreciative asshole.

While he was doing that, he moved one hand underneath and started playing with my pussy again and when he got to my clit, I screamed out, “Oh god, yes! Right there!”

For only a few moments after feeling the combination of my dad’s tongue stuck deep in my ass along with my dad’s expert fingers twiddling my clit, I was hit by an explosive orgasm before I even expected it.

“Oh god, daddy, don’t stop! Don’t stop!”

I grabbed tightly onto the counter as I began to twitch and convulse as a massively powerful orgasm completely engulfed me.

I could feel my sphincter tighten around my dad’s tongue as waves of orgasm flowed back and forth from my clit to my pussy and was that much more heightened by the fact that it was my dad doing it to me.

My knees practically turned to Jell-O as I could barely keep them straight enough to stand on.

How my dad was able to stay with me and continue to lick my asshole while rubbing my clit, I’ll never know, but I was so glad that he could!

I couldn’t talk, I was too busy gasping for air and cumming.

If there was anyone else in the house, they would have certainly been able to hear me, I was sure of it.

When I was finally on the downswing of my orgasm, my dad paused and asked, “Would you like me to check your pussy the same way?”

“Oh god, yes,” was all I could answer between my gasps.

He moved his head down more so it was in line with my vagina and started licking and probing there as well.

It felt amazing, but I could tell that he couldn’t stick his tongue as far into my pussy as he could with my asshole.

“That feels so good, daddy,” I said, catching my breath, “do you have anything that could check even deeper into my pussy?”

“Oh, my fingers could check deeper,” he said as he first slipped one finger into my sopping wet hole and that felt really nice.

“That’s good too, daddy. I like that a lot! Mmm!” I moaned as he continued to finger me, but I was greedy and wanted even more.

“Oh, daddy, you don’t happen to have anything bigger than your fingers, do you? I mean…to check my pussy even better and deeper?”

“Well, I suppose I could use my penis. It’s definitely bigger than any of my fingers. It’s already rock-hard too!”

“Oh, daddy, what a great idea! Your cock would be perfect!”

“Is that what you really want, sweetie?”

“Oh god, yes!”

He gave my pussy one last good lick and he licked all the way up past my asshole as he stood up.

I stayed exactly in the same position, figuring that he would tell me to move if he needed me to.

Before I even expected it, I felt something both hard and smooth start first near my clit and then it slowly pulled back until it found the opening to my vagina and then slipped right in.

“Oh god, that feels so good!”

My dad’s cock slipped in only a few inches and then pulled back and then slipped forward even deeper and then back as he continued to slowly thrust into me, an inch deeper with each new thrust; my pussy expanded, welcoming his juicy cock even deeper and deeper.

I was a little worried that it might hurt, since it had been a while since I’d had sex, but I was so wet and turned on, it only felt good.

It helped that my dad was well-versed in the ways of how fucking was supposed to work, unlike my last two boyfriends.

Even through the euphoria and ecstasy of how good it felt to have a nice hard cock inside of me, I was even more thrilled knowing that it belonged to the man I loved the most in this world, my very own father.

That and the cock that was gliding in and out of me like a pro was the very same one that came inside of my mom so many years ago which eventually made me.

“It’s so good, daddy, it’s so good!”

He was silent and determined in his glorious rhythm as his cock glided in and out of my pussy, seemingly deeper with each subsequent thrust.

I could hear his panting breath as his hands held firmly onto the sides of my hips as he lovingly fucked me right in our own kitchen with the French toast cooling on the counter in front of me.

This was how sex was supposed to feel!

“Daddy, I'm close, so close!”

“Cum for me, baby, tell me how good it feels!”

“Oh god, daddy, the best ever! Oooooh! I’m cumming!”

I was going to have a great cum even with the great pace that he was using on me, but when I told him that I was cumming, he started thrusting even stronger and firmer and deeper and my orgasm simply exploded so much that I can’t actually remember exactly what I said, it was that good!

“Cum for me, baby!” He said as he continued to thrust good and deep into me.

“Oh yes, daddy, I’m cumming big time! Oh fuck yes!”

My orgasm just went on and on as wave after wave rushed over me with every hard thrust he expertly placed deep into my pulsating pussy.

He started to speed up even more and within moments he cried out, “I’m going to cum too, baby!”

Then within moments, he pulled and I began to feel splashes of wetness shoot all over my ass and back as I knew he was spraying his seed all over me.

That was a wise choice on his part, I thought, since I wasn't on the pill or anything.

My last boyfriends always used condoms.

Since I didn’t have to hold the arch anymore, I straightened my back up and my head started to spin a little from the rush of it all.

I immediately turned around and we instantly embraced, then instead of saying anything, we started passionately kissing each other.

I really can’t tell which one of us initiated the kissing, but it sure seemed natural and wonderful after what we had just shared.

I could feel his cum oozing down my backside, but I didn’t mind.

I would swim in a pool filled with his cum if he asked me to.

I was the first one to break the silence.

“That was the best ‘checking’ I ever had!”

“I had a feeling you’ve been…uh…checked before, otherwise I wouldn’t have been able to…um...check you like that, you know.”

“Oh, I’d like you to check me like that every day—maybe even multiple times a day, when possible!”

He laughed and said, “Wow, this…uh…sure is going to change our father-daughter relationship, isn’t it?”

“For the better,” I exclaimed exuberantly.

I definitely initiated the kiss that time and he returned my passion by grabbing onto my ass as he kissed me, only to plant his right hand smack dab in a wet patch of his cum.

“Let me clean that off for you, baby,” he said as he turned to grab some paper towels.

As he meticulously wiped the cum of my back he said, “Never in my wildest dreams did I ever expect to be wiping my own cum off of my daughter’s naked body.”

“Even after last night?”

“Well, certainly prior to last night. You really opened my eyes to the possibilities at that point.”


“What is it, my love?”

“I know we just did it and all, but…”


“When do you think we can do it again? My pussy is already ready for more!”

He laughed and said, “I’ll need at least a little bit of time to recover. How about we have that French toast now?”

“You bet, daddy!”

That was the best cold French toast I’ve ever eaten in my whole fucking life!

After breakfast, I had given my dad plenty of time to cool down and enough time for me to quickly jot down what happened.

When I went back out to the living room, still naked of course, he was back sitting at the couch watching a ball game of some sort.

I planned to try and sneak up and give him a surprise kiss on the cheek, but he must have noticed me approaching again.

When he turned and saw that it was me, he took his remote and paused the show he was watching.

“Stefi, honey, we need to talk.”

Oh shit! Where did this stern, concerned tone come from all of a sudden?

I inhaled in concern and said, “What? What’s wrong?”

“Here, come sit and we’ll talk.”

Fuck! This didn’t sound promising!

I quickly circled around the couch and sat next to him, staring into his eyes with concern.

“Stefi,” he took a deep breath and sighed, “first, I want to apologize…”

“What? Why?”

“Please, this is important.” He paused to make sure that I wouldn’t interrupt him again. “What we did was wrong,”

I made a sound indicating disbelief but let him continue.

“I, as the parent, take full responsibility. I should have known it was wrong and stopped it before it had ever gotten this far.”

“Hold it right there, dad,” I said firmly and he let me continue. “The way I have it is that I successfully seduced you and I was victorious. You couldn’t possibly hold yourself to blame.”

“Oh, I can’t, eh?”

“Nope. You were merely a victim of my wily feminine charms.”

“Really, now?”

“Alright, seriously now, why do you want to put a damper on what we had in the kitchen earlier? That was one of the most amazing experiences I’ve ever had in my whole life!”

“Stefi, it was wrong!”

“Did you not love every second of it? There is no way you could have licked my asshole so wonderfully well, or had me so wet that your rock-hard cock slipped right into my tight pussy so easily and feel so good!”


He had his robe closed, but I could see the outline of his cock underneath and I could tell it was starting to get bigger and harder.

“Dad! That was the best sex I have ever had!”

“Stefi, you are my daughter. If anyone ever found out, I would go to jail for a very, very long time!”

“You think I don’t know that? I would then have to live with mom, and that’s a fate worse than death, as far as I’m concerned!”

“Stefi, please…”

“Dad, listen,” I climbed up onto the couch and swung my leg over him until I was straddling his lap; I took the sides of his head with my hands and looked deep into his crystal blue eyes, “I love you more than anything else on this planet. Do you think that I would ever let anything happen to you like that?”

“I…uh…” He didn’t know how to respond either to my question or how I presented it to him by sitting on his lap like I was.

You know, he could have stopped me from getting on him like that, but he didn’t.

“The answer is not in a million years. I would lie under oath in a court of law if it meant keeping you out of jail!”

“I sincerely doubt that it would ever come to that, Stef…”

“Daddy, I love you. Not only that, I lust for you. I love to see your cock. I love how it feels in my mouth…”

“Stefi, this isn’t helping!”

“…I love to feel your tongue in my asshole—seriously, that right there is fucking amazing all its own, but to feel your cock…”

“Stefi…” My dad said weakly, and I could see tears welling in his eyes which started to get me a little choked up too.

“But to feel your cock deep inside me? I can’t remember a time when I’ve ever felt better or happier…ever. I’m not lying, I’m not exaggerating, I love you so much, and I want to be so much more than a daughter to you…I want to be your lover, too.”

“Oh, Stefi,” my dad said, tears pouring down his face, “I…I…yes! Yes!”

Tears started flowing down my face too as we kissed passionately and sobbed into each other’s shoulders before kissing even more.

“So much so, daddy,” I said between sniffing, “that I want to get on the pill simply so you can cum inside of me without ever having to pull out.”

“Oh, baby, I guess you don’t know, but I had a vasectomy about six months before your mom left us.”

I really didn’t know!

The realization of that took all of the tears away and I said, “Well, why did you pull out in the kitchen then?”

“I…it didn’t…it didn’t seem like I should, with me being your father and all.”

“So you can safely come inside me after all?”

“Well, and not get you pregnant you mean, uh, yeah.”

I reached behind me and felt the opening in his bathrobe and wiggled my hand between the folds and I could feel the slick end of his hard cock.

“Well shit, dad, get this robe open then!”

I lifted up enough for him to pull his robe apart and reveal himself and his cock which I’d already known was hard since I could feel it beneath me the entire time.

Without another word, I took his cock and guided it towards the entrance to my pussy.

I thought I had it right, but it popped back out again so my dad lifted me up and stuck it right where it belonged as it slowly slid back into me and my pussy welcomed, once again, its newest favorite visitor.

Since I was still wet from earlier, his cock slid in nice and easily—even easier than it did in the kitchen, I believe.

Once he was all the way inside me, he placed his hands to the sides of my ass to help guide me up and down on his wonderful shaft.

With his hands busy, I took my own hands and caressed his face.

Considering that he was quite a bit taller than me, with me sitting on his lap like that and bouncing up and down on his cock made it a little challenging for me to kiss him at the same time, but we did and it was wonderful.

We were making love, and it was everything that I could have hoped it would be.

Before long, I knew I was about to cum and I told him so, but instead of picking up the pace, he kept the same slow rhythm of fucking me; instead of making the orgasm quick and powerful, it instead made it long, delicious, and luxurious—a completely different kind of orgasm to be sure, but just as wonderful in its own way.

I lost count of how many times he made me cum like that, but it was a lot.

After a number of minutes, he started picking up the pace.

Rather than hold onto his face and kiss his lips from time to time, I had to hold onto the back of the couch for support.

Within moments, an even stronger orgasm hit me as I leaned into him, my arms turning to rubber in the midst of my euphoria.

Once that orgasm passed, another one took its place, even stronger than before.

I had stopped saying words by that point and an endless stream of grunts and animal sounds were coming out of my mouth.

I may have briefly lost the ability to speak, but my ability to enjoy an orgasm only got better and better!

It got to the point where I couldn’t tell where one orgasm ended and another one began—it was one long endless roller coaster of amazing orgasms.

How could anyone not want to experience this?

Both an eternity and the blink of an eye passed before I was drawn out of my halo of orgiastic glee with my dad’s throaty words.

“I’m…I’m going to cum, baby…”

“Cum inside me, daddy, cum inside me,” I cried out with delight.

“Oh, baby, here it comes, I’m cumming, baby. I’m cumming…”

With him saying that, it triggered one last orgasm in me as well as we came simultaneously.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him for all I was worth in between us both panting and gasping for air.

“Oh, daddy, I love you so much!”

“I love you so much too, Stefi!”

Once we had our breaths back, I continued to sit on his lap with his cock embedded deep inside me as we kissed and kissed some more then took a few breaths and went back to kissing again.

My father, my lover, my world.

June 19th

I never made it back to my room yesterday after our events on the couch.

We spent the rest of the day together at home in each other’s arms, mostly in my dad’s bedroom.

Kissing, hugging, fucking, and loving.

Oh, talking too, but mostly those other four things.

My dad had planned to take his truck in for an oil change or something, but we both agreed that was something that could easily be put off for another day.

That night, we showered together and I gave him some pointers on how to shave his pubes.

In the end, I just ended up shaving him for fun.

I told him that I liked to play with my ass in the shower, and he ended up taking my anal virginity there on the spot.

That was fun!

I have to be honest and say that I think his tongue in my ass felt better overall, but it was definitely something I’d be willing to do again!

I had also expected it to hurt a little, but it didn’t.

I guess I was either lathered up really well, or I had gotten used to having something in my ass from all of my own finger play (I could fit up to three fingers in my ass at one time after all).

We spent the rest of the night in his bed, never once dreaming of putting a stitch of anything on.

He taught me more about sex and love in the span of a single day than I had learned in my entire life!

I fell asleep in his arms and had the best sleep a human could possibly have.

In the morning, he said that it was so nice to be able to share his bed once again with a woman he loved—he actually called me a woman! (I’m getting a little misty-eyed just writing it here!)

We agreed on the spot that his bed was where I would be sleeping permanently unless some outside force made it so we couldn’t, like if a friend or grandma stayed over.

That being said, I don’t feel the need to write any more in this journal.

I’m going to seal it up and hide it away for safe-keeping so that at some point in the distant future, I can look back to this wonderful new beginning that my dad and I have made for ourselves.

Hopefully my future self will be able to look back on these pages and remember the unfathomable love and joy that I am feeling right now and use that energy to revitalize and strengthen her resolve in life or merely revisit wonderful past memories.

Stefi, you can get and do whatever you want in life, if only you work to achieve it.

You wanted your father, and girl, did you ever get him!

If that’s not a reflection of positive thinking, I don’t know what is.

If you want it, you can do it!

I love you, future Stefi!

Go get ‘em, girl!

♥♥♥ Stefi ♥♥♥


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