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Archive name: thanks17.txt (M/F-teen, inc, preg)
Authors name: Dunthat
Story title : Thanksgiving Visit With My Father

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Thanksgiving Visit With My Father (M/F-teen, inc, preg)
by Dunthat (c) 1999
 
***

 Sammie was seventeen and having to share her room with 
her half-sister. After one big argument it was decided 
she would go spend the week of Thanksgiving vacation 
with her father. She wants to stay with him. What will 
she do?
 
*
 
 My name is Samantha but everyone calls me Sammie. My 
parents got divorced when I was ten. My younger brother 
Carl and I stayed with our mother. She married Don six 
months latter and immediately got pregnant. My father 
Todd visited my brother and I and sometimes we stayed 
with him on weekends.

 Everything went along pretty well until I was fourteen. 
My father got laid off in a downsizing. He got another 
job in a city a couple of hours away but was making less 
money. He visited us less often and I really missed him 
between visits. Our little half-sister Debbie was three 
and as yet no problem.

 Things started getting bad when I was sixteen. I had to 
share a room with my half-sister and she kept getting 
into my things. Our fights kept getting progressively 
worse. By the time I was seventeen I was fighting with 
my mother, stepfather and half-sister. It was a never-
ending yelling match. I had no privacy and no one to 
give me any support. During one real bad yelling match 
my mother suggested I go live with my father. I grabbed 
the phone and called him. I cried on the phone for him 
to deliver me from the hell I was in. He was living in a 
three-room apartment. Bedroom, living room and eat in 
kitchen. I told him I would sleep on the floor in my 
sleeping bag just come get me. My mother then talked to 
him and much to my relief he agreed to let me come stay 
with him over the coming thanksgiving holiday.

 Now, my father was still single. He had had a few girl 
friends over the years but something always caused them 
to break up. For one thing my father didn't have very 
much money. He paid the child support on time and bought 
my brother and I presents or sent us money. I don't 
think he had any more than a few thousand dollars in the 
bank.

 The day for my departure didn't come any too soon. I 
was to the point where I was going to kill my half-
sister. My father arrived and stayed for the day 
visiting with Carl. I had packed up everything I owned 
into grocery bags and boxes. My father tried to get me 
to take only what I needed but I wouldn't give in. 
Finally he packed my stuff into his car and we drove 
off. I kissed my brother goodbye and ignored the rest of 
the family. I knew he would be all right mainly because 
he had his own room and could lock the little bitch out.

 We arrived at my father's apartment and carried my 
stuff into the living room. When everything was in a 
pile we sat down and had a soda. 

 "You can sleep in the bedroom," he said catching me by 
surprise.

 "No, it's all right I can sleep on the couch," I 
replied.

 "I will sleep on the couch. You will sleep on the bed," 
he said matter-of-factly. I knew it was no use arguing 
with him. Still, it bothered me that I was putting him 
out of his bed.

 "I cleaned out a couple of drawers in my dresser for 
you to use and there is room in the closet for some of 
your cloths. In the morning you can start putting some 
of your stuff away. For now just get what you need and 
put it in the bedroom. Come on let me show you where to 
put your stuff," he said as he got up.

 I followed my father into his bedroom. His stuff was 
everywhere and I recognized a lot of it from his old 
apartment. He walked over to the dresser and pointed to 
a drawer.

 "This one and that one are yours," he said pointing. 

 "I cleaned up the bathroom and made some room for your 
stuff. I hope it's enough," he said.

 I walked over and hugged him. "Dad, its fine. I would 
live in a tent to get away from the bitch," I said.

 "Sammie, don't call Debbie that," he said sternly.

 "I'm sorry but you don't know what she's like," I 
replied.

 "I don't care your not to call her that," he said.

 "All right," I replied as I released him. He walked 
back into the living room and I followed.

 "I'm going to make us some dinner. You can start 
putting your stuff away," he said as he went into the 
kitchen.

 I shuffled through my stuff until I found what I needed 
most, (my underwear and nightshirts) and took the bag 
into the bedroom. I used the bathroom then started 
putting my stuff away. Soon the smell of food cooking 
filled the small apartment. I put more stuff away and 
felt a little bit of embarrassment when I put my tampons 
and pads into the bathroom cabinet. I knew he was use to 
seeing the stuff but this was mine, his own daughters. I 
had finished my period a few days ago so I wouldn't have 
to worry about it for a while yet.

 Dinner was rib eye steak, baked potato, green beans and 
salad. I was surprised when my father gave me some wine. 
I never got any at home. He must have seen my expression 
because he said, "One small glass won't hurt you."

 We ate then I helped my father clean up. I tried to get 
him to let me do the dishes myself but he wouldn't. 
Afterwards we went into the living room. We moved my 
stuff to one side and watched television. At seven I 
took a shower and changed into a nightshirt. Most of my 
nightshirts were just long tee shirts and they came down 
to about my mid thigh. I returned to the living room and 
my father took his shower. He came out wearing some old 
pajamas. There were creases from their having been 
folded for years without use. 

 At eleven I helped my father make up the couch. He used 
the bathroom then I did. I left the bathroom and bedroom 
door open just in case he needed to use the bathroom 
during the night. The bathroom had a nightlight that lit 
up the bedroom so I knew he would be able to see me if 
he used the bathroom. That didn't bother me as I was 
wearing my nightshirt and would be under the covers. I 
slipped into his king size bed and immediately noticed 
my father's male scent. He had slept in this bed for 
years and it held his scent. I had never noticed it 
before but now I was very aware of it and it had a 
strange effect on me. I was not innocent but I was not 
really experienced either. My last boyfriend, Andy had 
talked me into letting him have sex with me. I had made 
him use a condom and it had been a real disappointment 
for me. I was sore afterwards and hadn't enjoyed it at 
all. On our next date he wanted me to let him do it 
again but I refused. He broke up with me shortly after 
that. I hadn't let any guy have sex with me after that 
but I did masturbate. I slipped my hand into my panties 
and began rubbing my clit. I fantasized about my father 
coming into the bedroom, getting into bed and making 
love to me. It didn't take very long and I had a 
tremendous orgasm. Afterwards I hoped that I didn't make 
any noise. All was quiet in the other room and I dozed 
off.

*

 The next morning was Sunday. I could tell my father 
hadn't slept all that well. We had breakfast and then I 
went back to work putting my stuff away. In the 
afternoon my father watch football and drank beer. He 
fell asleep on the recliner and I was quiet so not to 
wake him. I put my stuff in the closet and then 
arraigned what was left into boxes against the bedroom 
wall. He was going to have to buy me a dresser. He woke 
up in about an hour. He's not a heavy drinker and only 
had two beers all day. He took me out to a restaurant 
for dinner. I picked out one of the cheapest things on 
the menu but he ordered shrimp and scallops for me (one 
of my favorites).

 That night as I lay in my father's bed his male scent 
started to make me hot. Not temperature hot but sexual 
hot. Normally I didn't masturbate more than once a week. 
Usually it was less than that. This was not at all 
normal for me to be getting hot like this. I slid my 
hand into my panties and began rubbing my clit. Again I 
fantasized about my father coming into the bedroom. I 
was getting really aroused. I stopped and took off my 
nightshirt then my panties. I rolled around in the 
sheets hoping to mingle my scent with his. I ended up on 
my stomach whit my hand under my pussy. I was rubbing my 
clit frantically and pressing my pussy firmly against my 
hand. I kicked the covers off and lay there nude 
masturbating. I knew my father could walk through the 
open door at any time and that made me even hotter. I 
had a tremendous orgasm.

 "Sammie, are you all right," my father called from the 
living room.

 I must have made some noise without realizing it. 
"Yes," I replied as I covered myself. I would have to be 
more careful, I told myself. I went to sleep without 
bothering to put my nightshirt or panties back on.

*

 I awoke to the sound of the shower running in the 
bathroom. My father was up and getting ready for work.
I was naked but covered. I found my nightshirt and 
panties. I put them on and got out of bed. I went into 
the kitchen. My father had already started his coffee.
I got myself a bowl of cereal and a glass of orange
juice.

 My father open the apartment door on his way to the 
kitchen and got his paper. He was dressed for work. 
"Good morning. Did you sleep alright?" I asked.

 "Good morning. No, that couch is not very comfortable. 
I hope your not too bored hanging around the apartment. 
Here's some money," He said as he reached for his 
wallet. He pulled it out and pulled out two twenty's. 
"There a shopping center about two blocks south. Do you 
remember passing it?" he asked.

 "Yes, but I don't need any money," I said.

 "There might be something you want to eat. Maybe some 
ice cream or something. I don't have many groceries 
here. Get what you want," he replied as put the money on 
the counter. Then he went over and poured himself a cup 
of coffee.

 "Dad, I'm fine, really. You have a good day at work and 
don't worry about me.

 Dad I should be the one sleeping on the couch. Why 
don't you sleep in the bed tonight?" I said. I really 
didn't want to sleep on the couch but I was worried he 
would send me home. He hadn't as yet said I could stay 
longer than the week.

 "No, I'll be fine," he replied as he opened his paper. 
I knew he wasn't fine but there wasn't anything I could 
do about it. When his coffee got low I poured him some 
more. I figured it was the very least I could do. He 
finished reading the paper and had one last cup of 
coffee. It was eight thirty and time for him to leave.
I got up and hugged him tightly.

 "I love you. Have a good day," I said.

 "I love you too. I'll be home around five thirty," he 
said. I released him and he started for the door. 
Suddenly he stopped.

 "Oh I almost forgot. There's a spare set of keys for 
the apartment in the first cupboard," he said.

 "Thanks," I replied as he walked out the door. Then, I 
locked the door behind him.

 I took a long hot shower then got dressed. I was 
determined to get my father to let me stay. The kitchen 
was a mess so I started there. I did the dishes then 
looked the kitchen over. I looked in all the cabinets, 
refrigerator and stove. The stove was the worse so I 
decided to start there. I hadn't seen any oven cleaner 
or gloves so I looked again. I was right there was none. 
I would have to go to the store. First I checked out the 
food situation. It wasn't all that bad. I made a list of 
what I thought he needed along with the oven cleaner and 
gloves.

 Before heading out the door I got the keys. I locked 
the door behind me and off I went. It was a cool fall 
day and I enjoyed the walk to the store. I saw some kids 
about my age on the way and I wondered if they would be 
in any of my classes. That was if I could get my father 
to let me stay. I bought what I needed and headed back 
to he apartment. I had two full bags and by the time I 
got back I was tired. I sat got a coke from the 
refrigerator and sat down. I drank my soda and regained 
my strength. Feeling better I put the stuff away and got 
to work.

 First I read the instructions on the oven cleaner then 
I did exactly what it said. I sprayed the inside of the 
oven and the door then turned it on warm. While that was 
working I went over to the refrigerator. It was the 
second biggest mess. I opened the door and began pulling 
stuff out. I found leftovers with stuff growing and 
smelling real bad. He used old margarine containers for 
storage and I just tossed them out. I got the 
refrigerator emptied and washed it out with some 
cleaner. I scrubbed it spotless then put the good stuff 
back in. I ended up with lot of space.

 It was lunchtime but I wasn't hungry after all that 
spoiled food. I started on the oven. I scrubbed but 
there was still a lot of baked on grime. I had to spray 
the oven cleaner on again and wait some more. I had 
another coke and some cookies. While I waited for the 
oven I checked out the freezer. It wasn't as bad as the 
refrigerator. There was an ice cream container that had 
ice cream that was no longer ice cream. Some kind of 
meat that was freezer burned beyond recognition. Two 
opened boxes of frozen vegetables, green beans and peas 
both dried out and full of ice crystals.

 I could never understand how anything in the freezer 
could get dried out and at the same time be covered with 
ice crystals. I guess only a scientist could explain 
that. I went back to the oven and scrubbed it some more. 
It cleaned up pretty well this time but there were still 
a couple of stubborn places. I sprayed them again. While 
I waited I took out the disgusting trash.

 It was now after three and I was tired from all the 
work. I went into the living room and lay down on the 
couch. My father was right the couch was not very 
comfortable. Something had to be done if he was going to 
let me stay, I decided. I started thinking. Buying a new 
couch was probably out of the question. Of course, I 
could move to the couch over my father's objections but 
he might still send me home. Suddenly, I got an idea. He 
could sleep in the bed with me. It was plenty big enough 
and I knew he would never mess with me. "That's the 
answer," I yelled.

 I rested about fifteen minutes then went back to the 
oven. This time it cleaned up. I put foil down in the 
bottom and proudly examined my work. It was all shiny 
and clean, even the racks.

 I still had a lot to do in the kitchen but I was done 
for the day. I had bought a jar of spaghetti sauce at 
the store. I put it in a microwave dish and set it 
aside. I got out a large pot, filled it with water and 
put it on the stove. It was almost five and still too 
early to start the spaghetti. In the mean time I set the 
table.

 At five-twenty I started heating the water. I put some 
salt and olive oil in it like my mother did. I put the 
sauce in the microwave and heated it on low. I heard the 
door and my father entered the apartment.

 "How was you day?" I asked.

 "Fine, are you cooking dinner?" he asked.

 "I'm just making some spaghetti," I answered.

 "Were you bored here by yourself?" he asked as he 
walked over to the refrigerator.

 "No, I did some cleaning," I answered. My father opened 
the refrigerator and stared into it.

 "I guess you did," he said surprised by what he saw. 
Reaching in he took out a beer. 

 "I hope you don't mind that I threw out all that 
stuff," I said

 "No, no, I was planning on cleaning it out, thanks," he 
replied.

 The water was starting to get hot so I opened the box 
of spaghetti. "Go sit down I'll call you when dinners 
ready," I told him.

 "I don't know if I can stand this kind of treatment. 
I'm not use to having anyone cook me dinner," he said as 
he went into the living room.

 "Well, I hope you can get use to it," I replied as I 
emptied the spaghetti into the boiling water. It was 
vermicelli and would take only five minutes to cook. I 
checked the sauce in the microwave. It was hot but I 
left it there until the spaghetti was done.

 The spaghetti was soon done and I strained it the added 
the sauce. "Dad dinners ready," I called as I put the 
pot on the table. I took out the loaf of Italian bread I 
had bought and cut it up. My father came in and sat 
down. I smiled at him and passed him the bread.

 "Thanks," he replied.

 I got myself a coke and sat down. "Is everything all 
right?" I asked.

 "Oh yes, it's great. Thanks, it's nice having someone 
else cook for a change," he replied.

 We ate in silence. My father took a second helping 
while I was still working on my first. He was six foot 
two and weighed about one hundred ninety pounds. I 
thought he was very handsome but then I was kinda 
biased. 

 "Dad, I had an idea. Why don't you sleep in the bed 
with me? It's plenty big enough," I said. He stopped 
eating and stared at me for a moment.

 "I don't think that would be right," he replied.

 "I trust you completely and I wouldn't mind at all," I 
told him. I could see he was thinking about it. "Really 
Dad, I wouldn't mind," I said.

 "Are you sure? I might roll around during the night and 
I wouldn't want you to think I was getting fresh," he 
replied.

 "I thought about that. I'm not worried," I answered. I 
really hadn't thought about that but I didn't think it 
would be a problem. I wasn't at all concerned about him 
touching me while he was asleep.

 "Well, all right but what ever you do don't tell your 
mother or for that matter anyone else," he said. 

 "I won't," I replied. This was going to work out great, 
I thought. Now, we would both get good nights sleep. I 
thought about asking if he was going to let me stay but 
decided to wait at least one more day. 

 I changed into a nightshirt before bed then while I was 
in the bathroom my father changed into his pajamas. I 
got into bed and lay on the left side facing from the 
foot. My father would be to my left. He came out of the 
bathroom and looked over at me.

 "Are you sure about this?" he asked.

 "Yes, common get in bed," I giggled. He slid into bed 
and lay on his side facing away. I wondered what he was 
thinking. I was pretty tired after all the work but 
still his nearness got me a little excited. I berated 
myself and after a bit was asleep.

 Something woke me but I was in that semi-sleep state. 
When my father groaned softly I became more awake. I 
then realized I was laying on my back and the covers 
were off me. I opened my eyes. The bathroom door was 
open so I could see by its nightlight. My father was 
propped on his left elbow and leaning over me. My 
nightshirt had ridden up and he was staring at my panty-
covered pussy. I was wearing pastel blue bikini panties. 
He was jerking himself off and my eyes locked onto his 
cock.

 Suddenly, I realized that he might look up and see that 
I was awake. Quickly I closed my eyes. I peeked and 
watched as his hand moved up then down on his cock. It 
was longer and thicker than Andy's. I felt my pussy get 
wet as my body automatically responded. My pussy wanted 
his cock buried deep inside it and my mind was in 
turmoil. He groaned again and I saw his cum explode from 
the head of his cock and onto a washcloth he had placed 
on the bed. When he was finished he slowly got up. He 
covered me then went into the bathroom. He returned a 
moment latter and got into bed.

 I was disturbed by what my father had done but at the 
same time it had excited me sexually. The crotch of my 
panties was very wet and I wanted to release the sexual 
tension but I couldn't masturbate with my father there. 
I kept thinking about his cock and the two large bulges 
of his balls in their sack. Did he actually want to have 
sex with me, I wondered. Except for fantasizing about my 
father the last two nights I had never thought about him 
sexually. After awhile I fell back to sleep the image of 
his cock still fresh in my mind.

*

 I awoke to the sound of my father's alarm. It was 
Tuesday one more day closer to when my father would make 
his decision. He got up and went into the kitchen to 
start his coffee he would return shortly to use the 
bathroom. Memories of the previous night returned and I 
wondered if he would do it again. I wasn't worried about 
him touching me but it made me feel kind of 
uncomfortable to think he would be looking at my pussy 
and jerking off. Still, I was willing to put up with it 
if I could stay with him and not have to go back to 
hell. I forced the images out of my mind. My father came 
in and looked over at me. 

 I got up and went into the bathroom so I could empty my 
bladder before my father returned. I finished and came 
out.

 "Good morning," my father said. He was sitting on the 
bed waiting. He got up and went into the bathroom.

 "Good morning. Did you sleep better?" I asked.

 "Oh yes," he answered as he closed the door behind him.

 I went into the kitchen and got some cereal and orange 
juice. I ate while my father took his shower. He 
finished, got dressed and came out of the bedroom. He 
stepped out and got his paper on the way to the kitchen. 
He smiled at me as he came in and I wondered what he was 
thinking. My eyes shifted to his groin then quickly 
looked away.

 I got up and put my dishes in the sink. "I'm going to 
go take my shower," I said. I went into the bathroom 
undressed and got into the shower. The hot water felt 
good on my body. When I washed my pussy I thought about 
masturbating but decided not to. I wasn't really in the 
mood right then. 

 I dressed then went back into the kitchen. It was about 
time for my father to leave for work. I had my wet hair 
up in a towel. I would finish drying it after he left.

 "What do you have planned for the day?" he asked.

 "Oh, I don't know. The closets are a mess and the 
kitchen floor needs to be cleaned," I replied.

 "Your not here to work," he replied.

 "I know, I just want to do my part," I answered.

 "Well, don't wear yourself out," he said as he got up 
and headed for the door.

 "I love you Dad. Have a good day at work," I told him.

 "I love you too sweet heart. I'll try," he replied as 
he closed the door behind him.

 I went over to the sink and washed the morning dishes. 
Images kept returning to my mind. Seeing my father 
masturbate had really affected me. The crotch of my 
panties was getting wet as my body responded to the 
images in my mind. I finished the dishes and started on 
the floor. I scrubbed it then put some Mop-N-Glow on it. 
While it was drying I went into the living room and 
watched some television. My father had cable and I 
hadn't noticed before that he had a lot more channels. I 
found the playboy channel but there wasn't anything 
interesting on it. Just some women running around in 
bathing suits. 

 When the floor was dry I went back into the kitchen and 
began working on the cabinets. I emptied each one then 
put the stuff back. I collected a lot of trash, which I 
tossed out. All the time I was working the image of my 
father masturbating kept returning. I finally had to 
change my panties, as they were soaked. On my way back 
to the kitchen I stopped and checked out the playboy 
channel. There was a women sucking on a guy's cock. I 
watched as she took over three fourths of its length 
into her mouth. My clean panties were getting wet. I 
forced myself to switch to another channel and turn the 
television off. I went back to work.

 As the afternoon wore on I wondered what to cook for 
dinner. There was a can of beans and some hot dogs. I 
was no cook and didn't know what I was going to do when 
the easy stuff ran out. I found some cookbooks and began 
looking through them. It got my mind off sex and I 
started making a list of dinners I could make and what I 
would need. I would look through the ingredients then go 
check and see what we had. The list of stuff I needed 
grew. I was going to have to go shopping again but there 
was going to be more than I wanted to carry. My father 
would have to help.
 
 My father came home from work and I started the beans 
and hotdogs. "Dad we need to go shopping after dinner," 
I told him as he inspected the cupboards.

 "You did a great job. Ok we can go after we eat. Do you 
have a list?" he asked. 

 I got the list and showed it to him. "We need all that 
stuff?" he asked.

 "Yes, if you want to eat something other than beans or 
spaghetti," I answered.

 "Alright," he replied.

 We ate dinner then went to the store. My father spent 
almost one hundred dollars at the store. We had enough 
stuff for the rest of the week including the 
Thanksgiving dinner. I put it all away when we got back. 
I wanted to know where it was so I wouldn't have to go 
looking for it.

 I tried not to think about my father masturbating the 
rest of the evening but that was impossible. I kept 
wondering if he was going to do it again. That in itself 
caused all kinds of conflict in my mind. Part of it 
didn't want him too, part of it wanted him too, and part 
of it wanted him to go even further. That last part was 
causing the most problem as it caused my pussy to get 
wet and the crotch of my panties was getting soaked 
again.

 At bedtime I changed into a nightshirt and changed my 
panties again. At this rate I would run out of panties 
real quick. I got into bad and waited for my father. 
Would he do it again, I wondered for about the 
thousandth time. If I didn't wake up well of course I 
would never know. There was also the problem with him 
letting me stay, I thought. If he liked masturbating 
while looking at my panty covered pussy maybe he would 
let me stay. Maybe, he would like looking at my 
uncovered pussy even more, I considered.

 I knew he would never touch me and the thought of my 
father masturbating while looking at my pussy got me 
really hot. The crotch of my panties instantly got 
soaked. Quickly before my father got out of the bathroom 
I pulled my panties off and stuck then between the 
mattress and box spring. I kept my nightshirt down so my 
father wouldn't see when he got into bed. 

 My father came out of the bathroom and got into bed. He 
lay on his side facing away. I lay on my back very aware 
of my nakedness under my nightshirt. I couldn't sleep 
even if I wanted to. I waited for my father to do 
something but he remained still. Time passed and I was 
thinking that he wasn't going to do anything. He rolled 
onto his other side and was now facing me. He must be 
sleeping, I thought. I rolled onto my side facing away 
from him and pulled up my nightshirt exposing my bare 
bottom. I still couldn't sleep and lay there thinking 
about his cock. I felt the covers move and heard my 
father catch his breath. He must have seen my butt, I 
thought.

 I waited a bit then rolled onto my back. I spread my 
legs so when he looked he would be able to see my pussy 
clearly. He didn't do anything for a little while then 
he got out of bed. I peeked and saw him go into the 
bathroom. He came out holding a washcloth. I felt my 
pussy get wet as he walked over to the bed. He pulled 
off his pajama bottoms. His cock was semi-hard and hung 
down in front of his balls.

 He got in bed and I closed my eyes just in case he 
might notice my peeking. I felt him lift the covered off 
me and move around. Then I felt his breath on my pussy. 
I peeked again and saw him staring at my pussy. His face 
was real close I was sure he could see its every detail. 
I wondered if he could see how wet it was. His cock was 
now big and hard. My eyes were locked on it and my pussy 
got even wetter. I knew I wasn't supposed to want my own 
father's cock but I did. My pussy wanted it deep inside 
its hot wetness.

 My left hand was laying on the bed only inches from my 
father's hard cock. I couldn't help myself I moved my 
hand and gently grasped my father's cock. I heard him 
catch his breath. Then pleasure filled my mind. He was 
licking my pussy and my clit. My hips moved up pushing 
my pussy into his mouth. 

 "Yes, daddy yes," I moaned as I opened my eyes no 
longer pretending to be asleep. My hand moved down the 
shaft of his cock and caressed his balls. He pushed my 
nightshirt up and his hands caressed my breasts. I was 
getting very hot and my pussy wanted his cock.

 "Put it in," I pleaded.

 "I don't have a rubber," he replied.

 "I don't care just put it in," I pleaded.

 "Are you sure?" he asked.

 "Yes, please. Put it in now," I pleaded.

 He moved and I spread my legs. He moved up over me and 
I watched the head of his cock move toward my pussy. I 
brought my knees up and felt his cock push into my 
pussy. My pussy was so wet that it slipped right in. I 
felt it moving deeper inside me until he was pressed 
hard against my pussy. His balls were pressed against my 
butt and it felt wonderful. He moved his cock out then 
sent it back in pressing his body hard against mine. 

 "Your so tight," my father groaned as he remained still 
his cock filling me. The look on his face was of pure 
ecstasy. Then he began moving his hips and his cock 
moved in and out. Pleasure filled my mind. This time 
wasn't at all like my first. I felt my orgasm 
approaching. This was better than masturbating, much 
better.

 "Ahhh, Ahhhhh, Ahhhhhhhhhh," I cried as ecstasy filled 
my mind. My father moved his cock in and out rapidly and 
I heard him groan loudly. His cock jerked inside me and 
I felt his cum squirt in me. It was a feeling unlike 
anything I've ever felt before. I knew without a doubt 
that he was flooding my vagina with countless millions 
of his sperm and I knew I should be concerned but 
instead I was thrilled. I felt his cock jerk again then 
again. My father's full weight was now on top of me but 
I didn't care. He finished cumming and remained still.

 "I love you," I said quietly.

 "I love you too. That was really great," he replied and 
he kissed me softly on the lips. He lifted his weight 
off me and his cock pulled out. He moved off and lay 
down beside me. I lowered my legs and moved them 
together. He handed me the washcloth and I placed it 
against my pussy. He covered us then lay close beside 
me. 

 "Did you like it?" He asked as he caressed my breasts.

 I was surprised by his question. "Yes, very much," I 
replied.

 "You weren't a virgin," he said quietly.

 "No," I answered. I explained to him how I had lost my 
virginity and that it had been my one and only time. He 
was pleased to learn that he was the first to give me an 
orgasm. I fell asleep with him holding me.

 The next morning the alarm woke me. It was now 
Wednesday. The washcloth was still between my legs but 
it hadn't done much good. There was a wet spot on the 
sheet under my butt. My father got up and went into the 
kitchen to start his coffee. He was still naked and his 
cock was hard. I got up and used the bathroom. I needed 
a shower and didn't want to wait until my father was 
finished. I went back into the bedroom and sat on the 
bed. He walked back into the bedroom.

 "Good morning," he said smiling at me.

 "Good morning. Can I take a shower with you?" I asked.

 "Sure, that would be fun," he replied.

 I jumped out of bed and pulled off my nightshirt. I was 
now naked and saw my father's eyes explore my body. I 
could tell he liked what he saw. I followed him into the 
shower. We washed each other and I enjoyed the feel of 
his hands on my body. I really enjoyed washing his cock 
especially when it got hard.

 "Turn around and bend over," he said.

 I realized what he wanted and quickly did what he 
wanted. I held onto the soap dish to steady myself. I 
felt the head of his cock rub against my pussy then 
gently push in. He worked it in and began moving it in 
and out in a steady rhythm. He was bumping against my 
butt and it felt great. His hands gripped my hips 
holding me steady. 

 "Your so tight," he groaned and his hips moved faster.

 "I'm going to cum," he groaned and he pressed hard 
against my bottom. His cock jerked inside me and I felt 
his cum squirt into my vagina. When he was finished he 
pulled out and I stood up. I turned around and faced 
him.

 "Did you like that?" I asked.

 "Oh yes," he replied with a big grin on his face.

 He finished washing off and got out of the shower. I 
rinsed off and followed. I dried off and put my hair up 
in a towel. I grabbed a panty liner before I left the 
bathroom. I put on my panties and put the liner in for 
my father's cum. He was almost dressed. I put back on my 
nightshirt. I would get dressed after he left for work.

 My father kept glancing at me while he was reading the 
paper and I was eating my cereal. 

 "Is everything alright?" I asked.  

 "I'm kinda confused. You want me to have sex with you?" 
he asked hesitantly. 

 "Do you want too?" I answered.

 "Well, yes I do. It's really great. You don't mind that 
I'm your father?" he replied.

 "I'm not stupid I know men like sex. I love you and I 
want you to be happy. And if you don't remember I did 
have an orgasm last night. I enjoyed it this morning 
too," I replied.

 "You're some daughter," he said.

 "And your some father," I replied.

 He hugged me and kissed me on the lips before he left. 
I got dressed and dried my hair. The pad in my panties 
was wet so I took it out and threw it away. I put 
another in just in case. 

 I washed the dishes and cleaned up the kitchen. After 
that I gathered up the laundry and took the sheets off 
the bed. I went down to the laundry and started the 
wash. While that was being done I vacuumed the 
apartment. 

 I cooked a beef stew for dinner. My father came home 
and we ate dinner. "This is really good," he said 
between mouthfuls.

 I thought it was about time for me to ask the one big 
question. "Dad can I stay?" I asked. 

 He looked at me and I could see he was thinking.

 "Are you sure you want to stay?" he replied.

 I knew what he was thinking. I liked sleeping with him 
and enjoyed his having sex with me. "Yes, I like it here 
with you," I replied.

 "Well all right we will see how it goes. I'll take off 
on Monday and take you to the High School. I better get 
some condoms until we can get you on the pill," he said.

 I was thrilled. "There's no hurry. I know you like 
cumming in me," I replied. He grinned and nodded his 
head.

*

 That night I went to bed naked. My father caressed me 
and got me real hot before he got on top on me. I had 
another great orgasm and he came in me. I could tell he 
really liked it.

 The next morning I woke up without the alarm. It was 
Thursday and Thanksgiving Day. I rolled over and hugged 
my father. I discovered his cock was hard and moved over 
on top of him. I guided his cock into my pussy and moved 
up and down on it. I could tell he was really enjoying 
it. I brought myself to orgasm. My father finished with 
me and filled my cunt with his cum. "Happy 
Thanksgiving," I said as I lay on top of him.

 "Your incredible," he replied.

 Every night and sometimes in the morning my father had 
sex with me. Our relationship was more like husband and 
wife than father and daughter. I really didn't find any 
of the guy's in school that appealing and the few that 
asked me out I turned down. I heard from another girl 
that they thought I was a lesbian. I laughed so hard I 
couldn't breath.

 I wasn't too surprised when my period failed to show 
up. I had hoped it would but it didn't. My father 
noticed I hadn't gotten it and he was not real happy 
with me. I told my mother that I had sex with Andy 
before I left. She told me she was glad I was living 
with my father so he could deal with it.

 I delivered an eight pound 3 ounce boy. We called him 
Jonathan. 

THE END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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