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Early Years

My dad is my rock. When mom died, he dealt with his grief while reassuring me that we'd get through it together. And we did. He was there when my crying jags lasted for hours. He was at every school event and activity. Sometimes he worked a second shift at work to make sure I had everything I needed or wanted. When I was old enough to realize that he sacrificed to provide me with new whatever I wanted, I started to feel guilty.

My allowance started going toward things I knew he liked or needed. I also stopped asking him to fund frivolous things I didn't need. Soon, he sported a new wardrobe and we both started to enjoy a more relaxed relationship.

One thing bothered me though and that was my dad's single status. As much as I liked having him all to myself, he deserved a loving female.

"You're the only female I'm concerned about," he'd tell me with a smile when I broached the subject. A little girl loves to hear that from her father. But I still wanted him to find someone to appreciate what he had to offer.

Adulthood

As I matured, I realized that the male in my life was a good catch. He exercised, did everything in moderation, and was dutiful to his family (me).

Dating sucked because none of the boys I went out with measured up to my dad. That bothered me for a long time. I reviewed each of the guys I'd dated and asked myself whether my standards were unrealistic; perhaps sabotaging relationships before they started. After much soul-searching, the answer was no; they were just boys who acted like boys. I wanted an adult male; someone like dad.

My body filled out in late adolescence. That was both blessing and curse. I got lots of attention from males but my dad seemed to make efforts to not notice my maturing female attributes which took some doing on his part. Before puberty, I roamed the house in little girl panties and tee shirts. That habit didn't change as I grew into a young adulthood. My panties were skimpier and my top of choice was a midriff-baring crop worn without a bra. What can I say? We were comfortable with each other.

Sure, he'd admonish me to put some clothes on. If his tone of voice indicated no fooling around, I'd comply and put on a pair of comfy cotton shorts. I kept the crop tops and free-range breasts though.

It became apparent to me that dad wasn't going to seek out another mate. I never pushed him on why because I figured that if he wanted me to know, he'd tell me.

During my senior year of high school, I needed new clothes. I'd been working summer jobs since I turned fourteen and could spend that money on stuff I needed. Dad refused to take a penny from me for food or household expenses. Anyhow, I pulled dad along for my shopping trip. He needed a social life and getting him to the mall for a few hours now and then was a compromise we could live with.

We had lunch at a nice little bistro near the mall -- never shop on an empty stomach, the saying goes.

At the mall, I picked out my clothes at several retailers. For my underwear, I steered dad toward the lingerie store. He seemed reluctant when our destination became clear. I took him by the hand and pulled him along.

"It's just underwear, dad. You've seen it before."

"Yeah, but, Jenn," he replied.

"Dad," I said in my best long-suffering voice. "It's no big deal and It won't take long."

He sighed. "All right."

The lingerie sales clerk must have thought he was my sugar daddy when we entered the store. The look she gave us was something I'll never forget; haughty bitch mixed with disdain. That look pissed me off. My original intent wasn't for anything super sexy but that bitchy look made me determined to upset her apple cart.

I had Ms. Bitch Clerk help me find the sexiest outfits that I thought my dad could survive seeing on me. I peppered my musing over her selections with "I wonder if daddy will like this?" in my best girly voice.

Her responses were always distant with a hint of disapproval. "It's a lovely outfit," she'd say. Or, "It's available in several colors." Despite her personal feelings, a commission was cash in her pocket when all was said and done.

My funds were limited and with four lingerie ensembles, I had dad wait in the changing area. It was screened from the rest of the store and the sales clerk had other customers to occupy her time. Inside the closet-sized room, I shucked off my clothes and unsexy underwear. The first set was a lace bra and matching panties -- my boobs were compressed and lifted, making my cleavage look awesome. The low-cut panties hugged my Mons. I took a deep breath to calm my trembling body and racing heart.

I stepped out of the dressing room for dad's inspection. His eyes almost popped out of his head! He hemmed and hawed and began to fidget in his seat. I noticed a bulge in his pants before he crossed his legs.

"It looks okay," he said with a forced nonchalance.

"Thanks. I like how they fit." I gazed at my reflection in a floor-length mirror for long moments. I caught his reflection sneaking a look at my butt before returning to the dressing room.

The next selection was bolder than the first by far. My heart felt as if it were going to leap from my chest. It took several moments for me to steel myself and exit the dressing room.

The sheer, black, barely-there ensemble struck dad speechless. I did a turn and looked at him with raised eyebrows. From the corner of my eye, I caught bitchy sales clerk's surprised expression.

Dad gave me a cursory once-over, cleared his throat, and nodded. Unlike the first time, I didn't do a self-assessment in the mirror. Dad looked ready to bolt.

Back in the dressing room, my heart hammered and I felt the blood rushing in my ears. Why was I so excited? The heat and stickiness in my crotch were unmistakable sexual arousal! I stripped off the panties and saw a damp spot in the crotch. I blotted it with my original panties and set the ensemble aside.

The next selection was another lacy number. The bra covered my perky boobs without the cleavage-enhancing effect. The cups were smaller and the panties had just enough material to cover my Mons. The tee back nestled between my ass cheeks. Daring!

I was trembling when I stepped out for Dad's inspection.

He endured that outfit with a slight pained expression. His legs were still crossed so I knew he was dealing with a painful erection. That knowledge made me push the limit. I turned, bent forward at the waist, and lifted my tail in front of him.

"See how it fits in my butt?" I asked, wiggling my derriere for him.

"Uh, yeah, Jenn," He muttered.

I glanced over my shoulder. He was staring at my crotch with undisguised interest. Shit! He could see my pussy lips through the lace in my bent-over pose! I was fucked so I held the pose for a bit longer and then turned to face him. My fingers lifted the tiny waistband, pulling the material taut over my Mons and outlining my labia.

"You don't think it's too daring, do you?"

He shook his head. "Whatever you want is fine."

I gave him a huge smile and leaned over to hug him. "Thanks, daddy!"

The sales clerk experienced a sudden coughing fit. Served her right for eavesdropping on us.

The outfit three was another skimpy number. This time, the panties had a small bit of fabric in the rear instead of a tee-back. The bra was cut way low, exposing the tops of my areolas. No amount of tugging or tucking could hide that fact.

Dad approved that one too.

The last set was sexy beyond belief: a sheer lace demi bra and matching hip hugging panties that showed off my ass.

I had a concerned expression when I stepped from the dressing room for review. "This bra shows a lot of my boobs," I commented. "But I love how these panties fit my butt." I did a slow turn. "What do you think, dad?"

I got a grin and nod this time. "It looks good on you, sweetie."

"Thanks!" I gave him another hug, this time from the front so he could get a good view of my cleavage which looked amazing in the demi bra. Dad's eyes were wide as they remained fixed on my bust.

I almost floated into the dressing room to change back into my old clothes.

Unexpected Encounter

I didn't roam about the house in my sexy lingerie. I felt that dad would put a stop to that right quick. I did put them on under my regular clothes and felt sexy knowing they were there. Our routines continued without change for several weeks after the shopping trip.

I was up late reading and went to the kitchen for a snack. Returning to my bedroom, I noticed that the bathroom light was on. The door to the hall was partially open, and I glanced at the wall mirror over the sink before reaching in to turn out the light. I stopped in my tracks at what I saw. Dad was sitting on the lowered toilet seat masturbating. My eyes widened when I saw what he had to work with. I felt heat and wetness as he stroked a good-sized erection. Big heavy nuts splayed between his spread legs. A condom encased much of his member. I almost stopped breathing as I watched him work his shaft with one hand.

When he came, I watched him fill the end of the condom with plenty of jizz. The reservoir tip filled fast as he stroked his cock. The condom kept filling with cum until half his shaft was obscured.

When his eyes opened and his gaze lifted to the mirror, he saw me standing in the hall, mouth open and a goofy grin on my muzzle.

He scrambled to cover his exposed penis, now growing soft. "Ah shit, Jenn! I'm sorry you saw that!"

I found my voice. "Dad, don't worry about it. I've seen a dick before and I've even seen them cum a few times. You have nothing to be ashamed of. All males have needs and sometimes you need to take care of business. Hell, I do it when I need release." I chuckled. "Tie the condom and put it in the trash from now on. They're bad for the plumbing."

"Uh, okay."

"Nice cock, by the way," I said with a grin.

His surprised expression was priceless. "Thanks."

After that night, our relationship seemed freer. Don't get me wrong, dad was shy around me for few days afterward.

I, on the other hand, was turned on by the entire experience. While watching my father jerk his cock, I felt a deep lusting desire that was scary at first. I wanted my dad like I'd never wanted a male before! I'd dildo myself and imagine my dad's penis was doing the job instead of the 'lifelike' toy. When I got horny, it was his dick I imagined, not any of the boys I'd been with.

A wall had been breached between us. I began to wear my sexy underwear with my midriff-baring tops about the house. At first dad was a bit uncomfortable but he adjusted. Many times, my erect nipples were on display under the snug tops. I began to catch him looking at my boobs or lower half from the corner of my eyes. A lump in his pants indicated his interest but he was careful to disguise it with a crossed leg or convenient book or magazine.

Our house was older and didn't have a master bath attached to a bedroom. I began to see him going to the bathroom with a towel about his waist for a shower more often. The shower had a frosted glass front and I'd peek in on him after he got in. Sometimes, I'd see him masturbating and wondered if he thought of my sexy body when he came.

Not content to observe in silence, I began to enter while he was showering and collect the laundry or replace towels and washcloths. Of course, I gave him a courtesy knock and announcement before entering, like the maid service in a hotel. Frosted glass, remember?

When he was comfortable with the arrangement, I upped my game. If he could go to the shower topless, so could I.

"I'm going to take a shower," I said as we passed in the hall. His eyes darted from my face to my bouncing tits.

I laughed. "I don't mind if you take a good look, dad. You've seen me naked from the day I was born."

"but you weren't, ah, so developed then," he said. His eyes darted to my tits again and returned to my face.

I hefted the girls in my hands. "I've got a great rack. I'd be disappointed if you didn't look."

He chuckled and shook his head. "You're one of a kind, Jenn."

"I sure am." With a laugh I entered the bathroom and left the door open on purpose. After discarding my towel, I turned on the taps and let the water come up to temperature, hoping my dad was stealing a long look at my body. The dildo I'd had in the towel was on full display laying on the vanity counter.

It was a suction cup model, one that stuck to any smooth surface, horizontal or vertical. I stuck it to the rear wall. After turning on the water, I backed onto the dildo and began fucking it like there was no tomorrow!

If it was good enough for dad, who was I to do otherwise? Unlike dad, I moaned loud and often as I stimulated myself. I was almost yelling as I climaxed. I wanted him to hear what I was doing and let his imagination take over.

Fucking that dildo was now a part of my shower routine. Dad's only comment was that I seemed to enjoy bathing a lot more now. I replied that it's more fun when you can play with toys. The knowlege that he knew I was riding that toy to orgasm in the shower was a thrill unlike anything I'd known to that point.

With each escalation of our relationship, I let him adjust to the new reality before adding something new. Sometimes, dad looked like he was ready to run away when I did that. I thought of him all the time. I wanted his cock in a bad way.

"Dad, can I ask you a personal question?" I asked at lunch one sunny afternoon.

"Sure Jenn."

"How often do you masturbate?"

He spewed his soft drink across the table. "What?"

"I do it daily," I offered. "Sometimes a few times a day if I'm aroused. You've heard me in the shower."

After his coughing subsided, he shrugged and looked at me for a few moments before answering. "I dunno. Once a day if I'm feeling it. At least a few times a week."

"I'd like to help you."

"You do enough around the house," he replied, misreading my intention.

I laughed. "No dad, I'd like to help masturbate you."

He stared at me. "What?"

"Don't you miss the feel of a female hand on your dick?"

"Uh, sure but you're my daughter."

"I'm also a sexually active female," I reminded him. "I've thought about it a lot. I'd love to do this for you because you've been such a great dad. You deserve to get taken care of now and then."

"Jenn, I don't think we should cross that line."

I gave him my serious look. "I know that it's a complicated area. Believe me, I've thought long and hard about it for some time. Dad, I want to do this. We both masturbate. I've masturbated dates before and know what's involved."

"I don't know," he said.

I sighed. "Dad, it's just a hand job. Let me know if you change your mind."

Upping the Ante

Two weeks later, I was stroking my dad's stiff penis, sans condom. His member glistened with lubricant from my personal supply. My fingers glided over his slick shaft with ease. The feel of his hard cock excited me. The look on his face told me that dad enjoyed my efforts.

When he was nice and relaxed, I asked, "How long are you?"

He shrugged. "Seven and a half inches or so."

I grinned. "Nice. How's this feel?" I asked as my thumb massaged the tip of his glans. He was oozing precum in a steady stream.

"God, it feels amazing, Jenn." My dad was watching me jerk him off and grinned. I was getting wet and hoping he wouldn't smell it before I could get him to climax.

My expression was neutral. "See? Nothing to it."

"Yeah. I guess you're right."

A few moments later, I took a hand from his shaft and fondled the big nuts underneath. "These are huge," I observed. "It's no wonder you can fill a condom to the brim."

He chuckled. "I guess so."

My hand returned to his erection. "Just relax and let me do the driving." Despite my arousal, the goal was to give dad the best hand job of his life because he deserved it. Not knowing how long he'd last, I varied my strokes to maximize his pleasure. After ten minutes, he was breathing harder.

"Jenn," he said after a long moan. "I'm going to cum soon."

"Go ahead, dad. I want you to get off." My hands and fingers worked faster along his slick member. "Cum whenever you're ready."

"I'll make a mess."

"Don't worry, I'll clean it up."

"Ah god!" he blurted and a stream of cum leaped from his cock. It arced high in the air and fell on the floor a good four feet away. Damn!

I grinned like a succubus and stroked dad's member with a firm grip. He shot several thick ropes of semen through the air before those big nuts were empty. Still, I kept stroking his shaft.

"Jenn, I'm spent," he said in a pained voice.

"You're still hard," I said. "You've got more in the tank, dad. Let it all out."

"Oh, shit!" he cried and ejaculated again. This stream was weaker and fell on my arm. Cum dribbled from his glans and onto my fingers in successive surges. I stroked his still-firm member. "Just a little more," I said.

"Damn!" he said with a groan as more cum surged from his glans and slid over my hand. "That's it, I can't take any more!"

My hands stopped moving. I released him and dad's penis began to soften and droop. I wiped him clean with a damp wash cloth. He winced as I cleaned his sensitive glans. "Wasn't that better than doing it yourself?" I asked.

He nodded. "Yeah. It was great."

I rose and kissed his cheek. "I'm glad you liked it. I had lots of fun. You go relax. I'll clean up."

"It's my mess. I should clean it up." He stood and reached for a towel.

"Go on," I said, pushing against his back. "Let me do this."

With him out of the bathroom, I gave in to temptation licked his delicious-smelling semen from my fingers. The salty tang of dad's cum sent an electric thrill coursing throughout my body. I lapped the sticky liquid from the back of my hand and arm before rubbing my fingers through the puddles he left on the tiled floor. There was so much of it! Dad was either pent up or super-excited to erupt like that. I wiped up the floor and washed up at the sink.

I went to my room and jammed my favorite sex toy into my wet pussy. I came in seconds with dad's musky taste in my mouth.

One Step Further

Jerking off my dad became a daily thing. Sometimes twice a day on weekends. Having a nubile female stroke his cock seemed to make him produce large amounts of cum. I asked about the quantity and he confirmed that he'd always had a generous load. It's no wonder mom got pregnant the first time they fucked! He probably filled her to overflowing.

Wasting so much of his cum on the floor didn't sit right with me. I'd lick what got on my arms, hands, and fingers. I wanted his load in my mouth, not on the floor.

When I knelt before him to strokes his shaft, he raised his eyebrows. Before, I'd seated myself beside him. I shrugged at his unasked question. "A change of scenery is always good."

Soon after starting, with a theatrical grimace, I said, "This bra is too tight." Before dad could stop me, I unhooked the front clasp, allowing my breasts swing free as I worked his shaft. "Much better."

He likely suspected that I was up to something but didn't stop me. At first, he avoided looking at my swinging tits but male curiosity and arousal led his eyes to my mammaries; right where I wanted them.

Dad didn't comment on my bare breasts but that was okay. His focus was all I wanted for now. I masturbated his stiff dick with a half-grin on my muzzle.

"I'm almost there, Jenn," he cautioned, when I'd been working on him for about ten minutes.

Instead of moving out of harm's way, I aimed his glans at my face and stroked faster. Seconds later, I took jet of semen against my forehead. My hair took the brunt of his cumshot but a thick glob ran over my right eyelid. I continued to jerk his stiff dick. Dad sprayed my face, neck, and tops of my breasts with successive spurts of sticky semen.

When I let go of his softening member, dad was smiling. "Sorry about that, Jenn."

Dad liked the sight of his spunk covering me!

I shrugged and cleared my eyelid. "I've had cum on my face before." Then I grinned. "But not this much."

He chuckled. "You didn't leave me much choice."

I lapped at my muzzle. "Nope." I paused and looked at him. "Sometimes a girl wants to feel hot jizz on her face. It makes us feel sexy." I licked my muzzle clean and winked at him with my newly opened eye before licking his cum from my fingers.

"You enjoy that?"

"Eating cum?" I nodded. "I like the taste." I didn't tell him that it was his taste and smell I enjoyed. My fingers scooped up more semen from my face and tits.

With me topless and eating his cum from each session, you know what the next step was. When dad warned me of his impending ejaculation, I placed my mouth on the head of his penis. My hands stroked his hard shaft and my eyes locked onto his.

Dad didn't object. He sent a torrent of semen into my mouth as if it were the most natural thing in the world. I gulped it down and he flooded my mouth again. I got three mouthfuls before he tapered off. I sucked the last drops from his shaft and let his prick slip free of my wet lips.

"Much easier cleanup this way," I said, licking my muzzle.

"Yeah," he agreed.

Fellating dad aroused me more than jerking him off ever did. I could smell my excitement. There was no way he didn't smell me.

I sucked dick like a nympho and learned to deep-throat in record time; helped by practice on a similar-sized dildo on my collection. Dad was amazed at my oral skills. I swear he was producing more cum than ever after I started sucking his dick. A few times, I finished him off with a tit fuck, letting him blast my neck and face with huge cum loads.

During our sessions, I mentioned that my favorite dildo was the same size as his dick.

With the ground work laid, it was no surprise to him when I said, "Dad, I need a favor."

He smiled. "What can I do for you, Jenn?"

"I need a male," I said, sounding pained. "It's been a while since I've been with someone and my toys aren't cutting it. I want to get mounted by a live male."

"Isn't there someone you can call?" he hedged.

I shook my head. "I can't stand immature boys." My expression turned lusty as I looked into my father's eyes. "I need an experienced male that knows what he's doing. One that produces lots of cum is preferable."

Realization of what was asking dawned as his expression changed. "And you'd like me to help you out?"

"I nodded. "Yeah. I'm on the pill and you can use a condom if you want."

"I need to think about this, Jenn."

"Okay. I can wait a little longer."

It wasn't an outright refusal so there was a chance.

Three days later, dad agreed to my request.

The Next Level

I put on the demi bra and panty set and nothing else. I perfumed my fur and took a deep breath to calm my nerves.

I went to his bedroom. Dad was sitting on the bed in a pair of boxers, both hands in his lap.

He was lean and looked good. I had him stand and removed his underwear. Big surprise, he was almost erect by the time I had him stripped. I went down on his stiff prick with my mouth to get the party started and to prevent him from changing his mind.

Sucking his cock felt more exciting this time. Maybe it was because I was dressed for sex and that was our goal. Whatever. I liked the feeling and felt heat in my belly as dad's prick filled my mouth. I fondled his big nuts, bringing a sigh of satisfaction from him that added to my self-satisfaction.

There was no rush and I alternated between sucking, licking, and kissing his cock and balls. He was leaking lots of precum when I wiped my muzzle with the back of a hand and stood.

Dads' eyes were on my bustline. When I reached for the bra clasp to free my girls, he said, "Leave it on; it looks good on you."

I smiled. "Anything for you, dad." Then I did a sexy striptease to remove my snug panties. Turning from him, I bent at the waist and guided the material to reveal my curvy ass a little at a time. When My ass cheeks were exposed, pushing the panties down my long legs took much longer than necessary. I wanted him looking at my pink pussy flesh while he got a nose full of my fuck-me musk.

Dad's penis was throbbing with excitement as I straightened to gaze at him.

I lifted an eyebrow. "Condom?" I asked, pulling one from my bra with two fingers.

He shook his head. "I trust you."

A smile spread across my muzzle. "Great." I tossed the condom aside and climbed on the bed.

Dad joined me, a hint of eagerness in his movements.

I smiled. "Lie back and relax."

When he was prone, I straddled his waist and dad looked surprised.

"You never been ridden by a cowgirl before?"

He shook his head.

I laughed. "You're in for a treat, then." My rump lifted as both thighs flexed. I guided his stiff member under my crotch and lowered onto it.

"God yes," I sighed as dad's cock filled my hot, aching pussy. I savored every inch of him sliding into my body. "You feel even better than I thought you would."

"Jenn, you feel incredible," he said with a smile.

That made me feel warm inside. "Thanks. Your cock is just what I needed." From his expression, it appeared that my snatch was what he needed too.

In no time, I was riding dad's stiff cock like a wild animal. His eyes remained glued to my bouncing tits.

"Fuck yes," I said. "Your cock feels so good."

Dad smiled. "I like this position, baby."

"It's great, isn't it?"

He nodded.

"Enjoy the sight, sounds, and sensations," I said. "Because I'm in no hurry."

"Take your time."

I used every technique in my repertoire to make it as much fun for him as it was for me.

When my legs tired, I rolled off dad's midsection, leaving his glistening penis still hard.

"Let me take over for a bit, Jenn." He rolled onto his side and moved behind me. As I lifted one leg atop his, he guided his erection into my slick pussy. Dad began fucking me from behind with smooth thrusts.

"Oh, hell yes," I murmured, amazed at my father's sensual technique. "Do me good and slow. Let me enjoy this for as long as possible."

Dad was a good lover. When my arousal increased, he had me lift my leg until it was perpendicular to the other. He straddled my lower leg and drove his cock into me while hugging my upraised limb to his chest.

"Oh god!" I cried as he went deep into me. "So deep! Fuck me good!" I begged.

His thrusts were firm and strong, driving his abdomen to my upraised leg with each forward movement. Dad's big nuts were wet and dragged over my thigh.

I clawed at the bedsheets. "God! Yes! Drive it in!" I yelled and rubbed my tingling clit with a shaking finger. "Give me that hard cock!"

"Ah!"

He continued driving deep and my finger danced atop the aroused nub peeking from its fleshy hood.

"Don's stop!" I cried as I experienced the most intense orgasm of my life. In the position I was in, all I could do was ride it out. "I'm cumming!"

"Damn, you're even tighter!" he exclaimed as my pussy gripped him with powerful contractions caused by my orgasm.

"Fuck me!" I cried, stimulating myself to another climax as his stiff dick kept surging into my body.

"God, Jenn," he gasped a few moments later. "I'm going to cum too!"

"Do it dad! Fill me with hot cum!" I gasped after another muscle-contracting climax rippled outward from my belly.

"Here it comes!"

Warmth spread in my belly as semen erupted from dad's prick.

I climaxed again. "Oh god, don't stop!"

Dad's hips kept shoving his cock into me until he'd emptied the big balls sliding over my leg. I removed the finger from my tingling clit. When he dismounted, his penis pulled free of my pussy with a wet sucking sound. Warm cum flowed onto my thigh.

"Thanks, dad," I murmured as he lay behind me. "I needed this."

"You're welcome, baby."

Postscript

After that night, we began having sex on a regular basis. Big surprise, right? I'd suck and blow him whenever he needed to relieve some tension and he'd fuck the living daylights out of me when I needed the same. Dad was the best lover I'd ever had, by far and I let him know that.

We have a bond stronger than most fathers and daughters. Is it because of the sex? Who knows? I don't care because I'm daddy's girl. He's the only male that receives my affection.

Shopping for lingerie is a lot more fun now. That disapproving sales clerk knows that only the sexiest items are good enough for daddy's girl and pulls them from the racks when we walk in.