Confessions of a Good Girl?

Confessions of a Good Girl?

So Christmas is fast approaching and I know I'm on Santa's naughty list. Guess it's a good thing I stopped believing in Santa long ago. I'm not sure I believe in God anymore either. Which is also probably a good thing, because like Santa, I'd be on his naughty list too, without a doubt.

Why? Because I sinned, and not the pray it away kind of sin either. Not the drop twenty dollars in the basket and all-is-forgiven kind of sin. Nope, we're talking the eternal damnation kind of sin, and I loved every fucking second of it, which might also be it's own sin.

Guess you could say I'm fucked, and I'd have to agree, I am well and truly fucked. Finally! I wasn't a virgin before, but I hadn't realized how good sex could be when you loose yourself, when your need overwhelms you, and when you willingly give in to that need, surrender yourself to the pleasure, to the naughtiness, to the wickedness. Especially with someone you're completely comfortable with, someone you love and trust unconditionally.

Does that make me bad? Am I a bad girl, is that what I'm confessing, that I'm 'bad?'

Honestly, I might have lost the ability to tell good from bad, or right from wrong, especially where my feelings, emotional and physical, are involved.

When I started college I was definitely a 'good girl,' good grades, good attendance, good manners, good intentions.

Now? Fuck, I don't know? I mean, I still get good grades, have good attendance, am polite, and try to do my best. Part of me still feels like I'm good... but part of me knows it's a lie, or at best a half-truth.

How do you weigh your actions? Does good outweigh bad? Does one have more value than the other? I've never hurt anyone intentionally, certainly not physically, and not emotionally either, at least not with forethought or malice. I'm a nice person, I was brought up to be good and nice, and I try hard to be.

But how do you live a life and get the things you want, and have deep, meaningful experiences, especially achieve physical pleasure, without being bad? I've come to the realization you can't.

Irregardless your judgment, it's too late for me to atone, I've done what I've done. I allowed my physical and emotional need to overwhelm me, and I acted out in ways I certainly never had and most people likely never would, and I found absolution in the flesh of the forbidden, in the flesh of the one person in the whole wide world that I absolutely should not have.

And I am unrepentant.

Am I a good girl or a bad girl? I'll let you be the judge...

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I'd only started doing Always Fans for fun during my freshman year of college, posting harmless, kinda sexy pics to feel good about myself and hopefully make a few bucks extra spending money.

I started by posting what I wore everyday, which was usually just shorts and a t-shirt to classes. My first bunch of subscribers were cool, they'd just tell me I was hot and say they couldn't wait to see more. Then I started posting bikini pics, then underwear. I only had like a dozen renewing subscribers by the end of my freshman year, but I'd answer their questions and DM with them. They seemed to like that I was real, and it was all kinda innocent really.

I kinda figured my subscribers were older men, I mean disposable income and all, right? So I'd expected there to be requests and offers, but I was taken aback by how naughty some were. I ignored or politely declined offers to meet, or to fly me somewhere for the weekend. I also declined making 'custom videos,' most of those requests were very pornographic. But overall it mostly seemed like everyone really wanted to see me naked, especially my giant boobs. I resisted for a long time, and though I made my pics more and more revealing, I never showed the 'goodies,' thinking that was the line I wouldn't cross. I was so naive.

My name is Katie by the way, hi. I'm 20, 5'1" - 128lbs, blonde, brown-green eyes, 34ddd-23-35. So yeah, short and curvy. I guess I'm your typical Florida girl though, I spend a lot of time outside, tanning, swimming, boating, golfing (I was on my high school team and still golf with my dad when I'm home) and I like to fish off our dock at home and I even go hunting a couple times a year (also with my dad) for turkey and deer.

I did dance and gymnastics when I was a kid, same as my older sister, but as soon as I started to develop it was obvious I didn't have the body for either like she did.

I wasn't heart broken though; I just took up other activities. I joined my junior high swim team for a couple years, then the high school golf team. I never stuck with any sport for long because things kept getting in the way. Two things specifically. My boobs. It's hard to be competitive when you're lugging around two giant fun bags all the time. My swim coach joked at least I'd never drown.

Growing up, all my friends were flat and skinny, and for a few years I felt really awkward being so different, but then I realized the attention I got from men changed. They still smiled, like they always had, but I saw their eyes wander over me, and linger; studying, appraising, appreciating.

I'd ignore the crude comments boys my own age tended to make, but older men tended to compliment me and make me feel good about myself. I'd smile and maybe shyly say thank you, like a good girl should, but their looks would haunt me, almost like their smiles and stares were ghosts, trying to convince me I shouldn't be a good girl.

So yeah, I knew guys wanted to see my boobs even before starting Always Fans, and there was always a part of me deep inside that wanted to show them off, but it was a part I didn't understand. I just knew it wasn't something 'good girls' did, and I'd always been a good girl, so I didn't think I was allowed. But Always Fans amplified that naughty feeling, that desire to show myself, to do what people wanted, what men wanted. I resisted the feeling, despite finding myself thinking about it more and more and wondering, was it what I wanted? Did I want to be... bad?

Of course, there were a lot of other much more naughty requests than just showing my tits, those requests often sent me researching stuff on my laptop, and I often felt like I was learning more about deviant sex than English, my major.

My parents weren't prudes, they were very body and sex positive, but there was a lot of stuff they didn't tell us (me and my one year older sister, Kamie) about sex. So, every time I checked my DM's I would end up googling something and masturbating to some new kind of crazy porn.

I knew about porn of course, I didn't grow up in a cult or anything, and I watched it when I was horny, but a lot of it I guess I just thought was gross or bad or dirty or I don't know, I guess I thought 'regular people' didn't do that stuff.

My sister and some of my friends called me The Disney Princess, because I either didn't watch, or didn't know all about every kind of weird porn people claimed to like.

My aunts were always asking about my boyfriends, they seemed surprised I didn't have a new one every few weeks like some of my cousins. My aunt Theresa called me a late bloomer, I didn't realize at the time what she meant, I just thought she meant physically, which I thought was a joke considering how big my boobs have always been.

I don't know if it was finally being an adult, being away from home, or Always Fans exposing me to older men and what they liked, but the more I started 'researching' the stuff they talked about, the more I started to realize how much I was missing out on.

Stuff I used to think was 'gross' was now at least interesting, if not actually hot and exciting. I started looking forward to their suggestions and requests and that feeling inside me grew and grew as I learned more and more.

I had this feeling that even though I was technically an adult, I didn't know how to be an adult yet, that I wasn't in sync with that part of myself, that I was just pretending. I felt like I needed to prove I was a woman and not a girl anymore.

Showing my boobs had stopped seeming like such a big deal. So one day, I decided I would.

I thought I was being a savvy businesswoman; I'd set a goal and get my whole whopping 34 subscribers hyped. I announced that when I got to 50 renewing subscribers, I'd post a vid showing "the puppies." I thought it would take a couple months to get to 50; it had taken more than a year to get to 34. Like I said, I was naive.

It took two days. I don't know if they told their friends or what, but I suddenly had almost 60 auto renewing subscribers. Oh shit, I thought, partly scared, partly excited. I did want to do it and really didn't think it was a big deal, but I had expected more time to prepare. I told my roommate Heather, she assured me that just showing them would be enough, "Just pop 'em out," she laughed, staring at my chest.

So the next day, before Heather got back to our dorm room, I propped up my phone and started recording.

I stood back and smiled and said, hi. I tried to be sexy, pulling my t-shirt tight and turning to show my body, saying 'I know what you want to see.'

Heather told me to make sure my face and boobs weren't in frame together, that way no one could screen shot 'me' with my tits out. Good advice I realized. So I stepped close, so only my chest was in frame and took my shirt off revealing one of the nice lacy bras I bought with my Always Fans money. I traced the lace and wire with my finger, trying to be sexy.

Truth is I almost laughed a couple of times before it hit me that like 60 men I didn't know were paying to see me topless. The thought sent a shiver through me and I let out a moan and nervously but excitedly reached back to unhook my bra, the back strap falling away in relief.

Looking back, it was a big moment in my life, but I didn't realize it at the time. I was just having fun, being a little naughty. Only a little, though, right?

I mean guys love seeing women naked, right? So it's not 'bad,' is it? Do you silently judge the girls you lust over on the internet? Are they bad girls? What if it was your daughter, would it bother you if you knew she was showing her body for fun... or for money? Would you just ignore it and let her live her life? Or would you say something? Would you look?

I pulled the straps off my shoulders and asked "Are you ready," and then pulled the cups away, allowing my big tits to fall free. Boy, it felt good. And not just the freedom from my bra, which I looked forward to everyday. My whole body vibrated. I was showing them off! It's hard to describe how good it felt. Exciting, powerful, freeing. I felt alive. I ran my hands over my boobs, I licked my fingers, drawing wet circles around my areola and nipples. They were so hard, oh my god. I moaned again as I hefted each giant orb in my tiny hands, lifting and squeezing and rubbing my thumb over my thick hard nipples before letting them fall with a heavy bounce. I lifted them and let them fall a few more times with a naughty giggle, watching them bounce and jiggle on my screen. I pinched and pulled on my erect nubs, stretching them, before letting them snap back into place with a throaty moan.

"Feels so good, I wish you were touching them," I sighed. I stood with my hands behind my back and turned to each side, pausing, posing the best I knew how, before I bent down, my face in frame and thanked everyone and blew a kiss. That was easy, I thought. And I couldn't help smile, it was so much fun too.

I took a deep breath and posted my video. My DM's blew up and my subscribers shot up to over 100 in only a few days. All the comments were positive, most were even sweet, saying I was beautiful, or hot, or sexy, and my tits were amazing, epic, the best they'd ever seen. I tried not to get a big head, but it was certainly a confidence boost.

I knew guys thought I was good looking. I got enough looks and comments and propositions to feel good about how I look. But there's something about being physically different than most people that still makes you doubt yourself, so all the positivity was very welcome.

I take after my mom, she's my height and curvy too, but her boobs aren't anywhere near as big. When she wears normal clothes it doesn't look like she's trying to show off. Whereas no matter what I wear, my tits are just out there, straining the seams, demanding attention, whether I want it or not.

Sometimes I used to wish I lived somewhere cold so I could wear a hoodie or jacket regularly. Not really though, at least not anymore.

My sister takes after our dad; she's tall and lean and has killer legs and an amazing ass. She got a volleyball scholarship and went to school all the way in Texas. We're about as opposite physically as sisters only a year apart can be. I used to wish I had her body. Guys drooled over her, treating her like a model, always telling her how pretty and beautiful she was. Puke. I really wasn't jealous; I just thought it was gross when guys at school acted all weird around her.

I guess I did get a little jealous around the end of high school. Even though she's only a year older, it was obvious guys saw Kamie as a 'woman,' where as they treated me like I was a 'cute little girl.' At least until my boobs got too big to ignore. Then I was the cute girl with the huge boobs. At some point you get tired of being 'cute.'

My boyfriends (two in high school, and one my freshman year of college) all liked my boobs, but they also kinda seemed scared of them. I mean they'd squeeze and kiss and suck but they were always like 'is this okay?' Asking me as if them being so big meant they were fragile, or not as sensitive, or more sensitive, or I don't know. I just wanted them to want to touch me. Like not be able to stop themselves from touching me. I appreciate consent as much as anyone but I already said yes and then I got naked, so like, just be a guy. I'd watch porn and see how guys would devour big tits, sucking as much as they could into their mouths. Grabbing, squeezing them hard, shoving their face in them, slapping them, playing with them.

I don't know if you call it passion or hunger or lust, but I couldn't figure out why my boyfriends weren't like that. I'd try being sexy and shaking my tits or begging them to suck on them, but they'd get big eyes and stare and ask questions and make me feel self-conscious.

So having a bunch of men tell me they loved my boobs and what they would to do to them, or what I should do to them, was a real turn on, and made me feel good about myself.

Then one day almost a week after I posted my video I got to my dorm room and Heather looked up from her laptop and said, "Katie, your tits are all over the internet." My stomach dropped as Heather showed me my video had gone viral, at least amongst tube sites and porn sites that just reposted what ever was 'hot' at the moment. Apparently my tits were 'hot' at the moment. And I was hot at that moment, my insides surged, bolts of excitement shot through me as Heather went form site to site to site showing me my video and the view counts and the comments.

Luckily no one had identified me. All the titles for my video were something like 'Hot Blonde Shows Massive Rack,' or 'You Won't Believe What's Under Her Shirt.' We must have spent an hour watching and rewatching my video on dozens of sites and reading the comments. Like I said, my face was only visible for a few seconds at the beginning and end, so thankfully all the thumbnails were of my tits and not my face. But I did start getting texts from classmates, word was spreading. I started to get nervous. I hadn't really considered what would happen if everyone saw me naked online.

The funny thing is nothing really happened. Some people admitted they saw the video and were really cool about it, telling me I looked great or had amazing tits. There were a lot of stares and a lot of nods and smiles. Some pointing. A few people came up to me and asked if I was 'that girl?' They said nice things when I said I was. Guys asked me out. Girls asked me out. Girls told me they were jealous of my tits. That was a first. It was a bit overwhelming to be honest. But it faded as quickly as it had surged, a brief wave of notoriety and unwarranted anxiety that receded as the next wave of new content crashed ashore the beaches of internet porn sites.

A couple of days after I went viral, I was starting to calm down, realizing nothing bad was going to happen when my sister texted me: "i just saw your tits online (mind blown emoji)" - "didnt know my little sis was a thot (crying laughing face)"

me: "omg" - "i didnt know it would get leaked" - "anyone know its me????"

Kamie: "no, my boyfriend showed me lol he was like check out the tits on this chick!" - "i almost slapped the shit out of him lol but i realized he didnt know it was you" - "when did you become such a slut (crying laughing face)" - "are there more videos?????"

Me: "NO... god no" - "i thought i was being careful not showing my face and my tits together i never thought the whole video would leak or whatever" - "was just thinking pics cause thats all i ever posted before"

Kamie: "it was for your Always Fans?"

Me: "yeah"

Kamie: "they gonna want more, i warned you lol"

Me: "I know" - "i might stop i guess"

Kamie: "why thought you liked it???"

Me: "I do but I'm not like trying to be a porn star lol"

Kamie: "theres nothing wrong with it you know... being naked or sex" - "i been thinking about doing it" - "didnt want you to think im copying you (tongue out)"

Me: "Really???? you'll make a million dollars"

Kamie: "(laughing face) yeah right" - "I don't know if i will... kinda want to tho lol" - "how much you making?"

Me: "over $400 dollars this month!!!" - "have 100 subs now!"

Kamie: "damn kittkat" - "wonder if dad is one??? (devil face)"

Me: "OH MY GOD!!!!!" - "stop w that!!!!!" - "its so perverted (serious face)"

Kamie: "yeah it is lol doesnt mean hes not (winking face)" - "I don't know why you wont admit you seen the way he looks at you????" - "daddys obvs a tit man (cherrys) (big eyes)"

My sister had been kidding me for a couple of years about Daddy liking me... like that. Kamie has a thing for saying inappropriate things, but I couldn't believe it when she said she was jealous of the way Dad looked at me. I really couldn't believe it was even possibly true and paid it no more mind than any of the other outrageous things she said.

But... I suppose like all the other stuff I used to think was weird, gross, sick, or bad; people also seem to be into... incest. I still told myself it was weird, gross, sick, and bad... but it just kept coming up. A few of my subscribers were begging me to make them 'custom videos' pretending to be their daughter. I'd been politely declining, but they still seemed to like telling me about what they wanted, telling me about their secret feelings.

I really couldn't believe people wanted to do it, have sex with their own daughter, their own child, much less would, despite their seemingly deep and real desires. Or my sisters continual assurances our father was one of those people.

I tried to blow off her text as more of the same, her just being inappropriate for fun, but something came over me, a strange feeling, sort of like a wave washing through my body. I realized I had no idea who was seeing my stuff, subscribing to my page. I had put geographic blockers on my account. Other than my sister, everybody I knew was in Florida. I shook my head, Daddy couldn't be a subscriber.

I trembled, realizing I thought 'he couldn't be,' not that 'he wouldn't want to be.' Don't be stupid, I told myself and forced the entire thought out of my mind. For one whole day.

My mom called me the next afternoon, like five minutes after my last class got out, my stomach dropped when I saw her name, she usually texted during the week and called on weekends. She knew my schedule, the first thing that flashed through my mind was something was wrong, what?

I answered, concerned, but Mom was all casual and it eventually dawned on me what was coming. I guess I'm slow because I hadn't thought Mom would see the video, let alone call to talk about it. It never occurred to me she would think it was something I had sent to a boyfriend that he leaked. I was both relieved and panicked, trying to decide what to tell her. I settled on going along with her story, and assured her; 'yeah, it was for a guy, turned out he was a jerk. No, I'm fine, just a little embarrassed.' Etc...

Mom was cool about it and supportive; 'sorry you went though that, there's nothing wrong with it, just be more careful.' Etc...

'Yep, yep, uh-huh, you bet, Mom,' I assured her, hoping for the conversation to end, swearing to myself I'd delete my Always Fans and never do anything like that again. My career as a thot was over.

"Your father wants you to know he'll get you a lawyer if you want to sue or if there are any other videos that the young man might have. Okay, KittKat," she told me, using my nickname, something she only did anymore when she was trying to make me feel better.

"Daddy knows," I think I might have asked far too loudly, getting looks from people in the quad, on the way to my dorm.

"Yes, Sweetie, I'm afraid so. But don't worry, he doesn't blame you at all, he's just concerned, same as me," Mom assured me.

Her assurance didn't make me feel better. My heart thundered in my chest imagining my dad seeing the video.

"KittKat, you okay," Mom questioned after I failed to respond.

"Yeah, yeah, Mom, just um... embarrassed... you know? How, um... How did... Daddy see it," I stammered.

"Your father's a man, Sweetie. I'm sure he stumbled across it or someone sent it to him. Your... um... very popular, you know," Mom giggled.

Mom being so non-judgmental, hell, downright cool about it, allowed me to catch my breath and steel myself. For a few seconds anyway.

I heard Mom say something away from the phone, then, "Your father says Hi. I told him that you're fine. He said just let him know if he needs to get a lawyer involved, okay?"

"Yeah, thanks Mom. And thank Daddy. Tell him I'm sorry if it embarrassed him," I offered.

I heard Mom talking in background again, saying, "oh hush," as she giggled into the phone, "Your father said you have nothing to be embarrassed about, Sweetie. He wants you to know you're very beautiful."

My knees buckled as I unlocked my dorm room door and hurried inside. "Oh, wow, okay. Tell him thanks..." I felt like a dweeb, but what do you say when your dad sees you showing your tits online and tells you you're beautiful?

"Do you want to talk to him, KittKat," Mom asked casual as could be, and I panicked, breathless, imagining her handing Dad her phone.

"No, I need to go, Mom. I'm... meeting Heather to study, Sorry," I lied, suddenly trying to sound in a rush.

"Okay, sweetie. I'll let you go. We're glad you're okay. We love you," Mom kissed through the phone.

"Love you too, Mom... and Daddy... I'm glad he liked... I... I mean I'm glad he's not mad at me. Gotta go, bye!" I hung up cursing myself as I threw myself onto my bed and screamed into my pillow.

I tried to get myself together. I expected Heather back any moment and was looking forward to the distraction. Part of me wanted to confess what just happened. I mean Heather and I share a lot, but there was no way I was going to tell her... that, that my dad saw my video and liked it. That knowing this had me in frenzy. Shit, I was in frenzy, I had to admit. Nope, don't think about it, I shook my head, trying to force the thought down. Heather would be back and we could go somewhere, anywhere, anywhere that would distract me, take my mind off... that... him... NOPE! Don't do it!

Then I saw the note. My stomach turned before I got up and grabbed it. I suddenly remembered, 'Cousin's baby shower. Staying there tonight, H, (smiley face).' Shit, shit, SHIT! I wanted to cry. Why was I in such a state? I reverted to a thing my golf coach had taught me, almost like a meditation. I stood in the middle of my dorm room and pretended I was on the tee. No noise, no breeze, no sand, no rough, just the ball and where I want it to go. I held my invisible driver and brought my arms back and swung... and my huge tits wobbled like I was on a fucking trampoline... and that made me think about Daddy seeing them all over again.

I groaned. I need to study, I told myself. I tried. For like five whole minutes. Then I did something I hadn't done. I searched for my video. And there I was. I watched myself. And I watched again. And Again. Before I realized it I was touching myself, massaging my tits through my shirt. Shit, what the fuck is wrong with me? I knew the answer, I was horny, so fucking horny, I need to cum, that would fix it, set me right. Right? The only problem was all I could think about was Daddy watching my video.

Well, he's not the only man who's watched it, I thought, logging onto my Always Fans, as I quickly stripped naked.

My subscribers had been begging to see more. I was honest and told them I wanted to but had to be more careful. A few suggested things to do, ways to safeguard my content. One said, hey you're in college, ask a computer geek, which I ultimately did. Most of my subscribers wanted me to do a cam show, but I had dismissed it because I had no privacy with a roommate.

Well, guess I might as well take advantage of having the room to myself, I rationalized. I touched myself while I responded to some messages and my DM's started chiming. What the hell, I figured in a horny haze, and I started live chatting. It was a welcome distraction. Five, ten, twenty members logged in before long, and all wanted me to turn my cam on.

Like I said, I never cammed before and I had never intended to. I was just posting barely even all that sexy pics. Nothing too naughty. Except my tits... that my dad saw. FUCK!!!!

I tuned my camera on. I was greeted by a lot of comments, too many to keep up with and I just gawked, trying to read them all. I got through them and saw new comments asking if my microphone was working. I realized I had just been silently staring at the screen. "Oh, Hi! Can you hear me?"

There were all manner of questions, and it took me a couple of minutes to relax and get into the flow of how to keep up with all the messages. Finally I admitted to being horny and stood and did a 360 so everyone could see me naked. I explained I was just using my built in camera and would do my best. I think a lot of them liked that I wasn't a polished, veteran cam girl. All the attention started to get to me. I was focused on what they were saying. The naughtiness of some of the comments would have put me off only months ago, but I was so fucking horny, I took it all as it came and just giggled and touched myself. Soon there were almost 50 people in the room, nearly half my members, "Wow, you guys must really have been hoping I'd do this, huh?"

I bit my lip and moaned, rubbing my clit hard as they all said how hot and sexy I was. I started to thank them by name as they tipped and complimented me, "Thanks BigStan7743... thank you so much eyePOPonu... You're so nice VikingDong6969... Aww, thank you ProudBullDad..." my heart skipped. I knew it didn't mean anything. The chances were basically zero, he didn't know I had an Always Fans, let alone that he'd want to be a subscriber, let alone beat the geo block, let alone actually be a subscriber, let alone be on right now, let alone be called 'ProudBullDad.' That could mean anything, but I was a Bull (the school mascot), and I had a dad who was proud of me. 'You're very beautiful,' he'd typed simply.

I knew it wasn't my Dad, but I also didn't... KNOW. You know? I moaned and frigged myself as hard as I ever had, barely registering the comments other than to catch if his name popped up again. His name... it's not Daddy, I told myself, squeezing my eyes shut. Daddy.

My chat room exploded with the sounds of rapid tips and comments. My eyes shot open and my mouth hung wide as I frigged myself manically, fast approaching orgasm. All the comments were along the lines of, 'We got a Daddy's girl. - Oh shit, say Daddy again. - So sexy when you say Daddy. - Wonder if she thinks about her real Dad? - Bet she does. - If she was my daughter, I'd be a subscriber. - If she was my daughter I'd jerk off to her. - Even if she was my daughter, I'd still fuck her.'

Oh my god, I must have said, 'Daddy' out loud. Shit, I did it again and the tips and comments went wild again. I was so close, "... Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy..." I cried out, repeating it over and over in a high pitched wail as my orgasm exploded through my entire body and I heaved and convulsed, climaxing harder than I ever had, in front of dozens of strange men, and imagining my Dad was one of them.

****

So, yeah, that was the turning point. My turning point. I'd been weak, horny, maybe even lonely, but a lot of new feelings poured out of me that night. Like a switch had been flipped. My first time on cam certainly wasn't my last, and that was only my first orgasm of several that night. I laid in bed and beat my pussy up like I never had before, forcing myself to climax over and over, and every orgasm was from imagining my own Dad lusted after me. It was absurd. I was shaking with nerves. He was Dad, my dad, of course he didn't think about me like that. It was my own perverted imagination. Just my imagination. I could handle my own imagination, right? I could draw a line between naughty fantasy and reality.

And I have these past months, but it's been tough. That night unleashed something in me, I've been like a sex demon since, always horny.

Heather walked in on me beating my box so many times she just started joining in. We aren't lesbos or anything; usually she just strips and masturbates in her bed while I do it in mine. Though sometimes we lay together so we can watch the same thing and maybe even swap toys, but again, we haven't actually had sex with each other.

It's not even that I'm against trying anything with her; I'm just trying to keep that wall up. The last thing I need is to admit my incestuous secret in the throes of passion to my roommate. And so yeah, that's also why I haven't even dated any guys. To be honest, thinking about Daddy has fucked me up. I realize I probably need therapy, but there's no way I'm confessing that... to anyone.

My Always Fans grew to over 200 subscribers and I began to cam as much as I could, which unfortunately isn't usually more than once or twice a week. Heather even got on cam with me several times, but again, no lesbo stuff, just a little touching, rubbing, pinching, using toys on each other if the tipping is good. A couple of kisses here and there if the tipping is really good.

I have a savings account despite buying toys and clothes and lingerie and some camera equipment for my shows. I've been doing try-ons on YouTube also, nothing too naughty, mostly just clothes, but some lingerie and bikinis too. Mom and Dad think I'm trying to be an influencer, they still have no idea I have an Always Fans. Kamie and Heather are the only one's who know and that I've expanded my oeuvre and am doing naughtier stuff.

I text with Mom and Dad regularly, and we talk at least weekly. They came to town for a concert a few weeks ago, and we went to dinner and the show. It was a fun night and I realized how much I missed them. I thought I might have a hard time being around Daddy, but I really didn't, he was just Daddy, same as always. He did tell me my outfit for the concert was 'hot,' and that sent a shiver through me, but that was the extent of any awkwardness that night.

However, when I got back to my dorm a wave of horny-ness washed over me as I stripped and got in bed. I buried my face in my pillow and thought about Daddy as I jilled off as quietly as I could. I wanted desperately to grab a toy out of my nightstand and stuff my needed hole, but I didn't want to wake Heather. So, I lay silently and cursed myself for being weak willed and generally fucked up for thinking such things about my dad as I came all over my fingers.

Thanksgiving came a few weeks later and Kamie decided to stay in Texas and go to her boyfriend's family's house. This was a big deal for my family. Mom and Dad hosted Thanksgiving for all our extended families every year, and while it wasn't unusual for a cousin or Aunt or Uncle not to make it, this would be the first without one of 'us.'

I made the almost two hour drive home Tuesday after class, arriving in time for dinner. Everything was normal, we ate and watched TV, and I realized how much I missed being home.

Wednesday morning I went with Mom and picked up pies and rolls from a local bakery, then we went to the salon and got the 'full monty' as Daddy has always referred to it, getting our hair and nails done after we hit the tanning booths and waxing table. This had become something fun for Mom and Kamie and I to do together on the day before Thanksgiving, using our tradition of going out for a fancy dinner that night as an excuse.

That evening I slid my little back dress on, realizing I hadn't worn it in at least a year and my boobs had obviously grown since then. I tried all the demi-cup bras I had, but they all showed because the dress was now stretched so tight across my chest. Damnit, I cursed, my other option was a much less revealing dress. I bit my lip and thought 'fuck it.'

I called Mom to my room, "I can't wear a bra with this anymore," I pouted.

Mom appraised me, hands on my shoulders, turning me to one side, then the other before smiling, "You look amazing honey. Are you comfortable?"

I nodded and smiled.

"Well, flaunt it while you got it KittKat," Mom told me. "You're going to get a lot of attention tonight," she giggled, gave me a big smile, kissed my forehead, and left.

I stepped into my heels and went down stairs to find Dad in his suit, waiting. He grabbed his chest and feigned a heart attack before smiling and telling me how beautiful I was. Then he took a long glance at my cleavage, and my pussy trembled.

I had sent Kamie a picture of myself before I left my room and teased her for missing out on dinner, but also letting her know I missed her being there.

We were just pulling into the fancy restaurant when I got her response: "miss you too (kissy face)" - "bet daddy loves that dress (winky face)" - "no bra... really embracing the slut life I see (crying laughing face)"

I waited until we were sat and had ordered before sneaking my phone under the table to reply: "(rolling eyes) mom approved the dress" - "dad did take a long look tho (tongue out)"

I felt my phone vibrate in my purse as we ate. After our mains, I excused myself to the restroom, acknowledging all the approving looks as I went, realizing this was the first time I felt like a woman and not a little girl in public like this. Was it because of the dress or because I stopped seeing myself as a little girl, I questioned myself.

I checked my phone in the stall, Kamie: "I bet he did" - "bet he got a chubby too (laughing face)" - "you know mom is dads wingman right?" - "bet he puts his hand on your leg after dinner"

I didn't even respond, I didn't know what to say. Part of me still thought my sister was crazy, was just being rude, gross, obnoxious, and inappropriate. But part of me now hoped she was right. I shuddered imagining Dad's hand on my leg under the table, with Mom right on the other side. What does Kamie mean, Mom id Dad's wingman? Are they like, swingers or something?

Mom and Dad had cocktails sitting in front of them when I returned. A Shirley Temple awaited me, another tradition. I wanted to tell them I could and had drunk alcohol. But of course, still not legally, so I just smiled and drank my virgin mocktail awaiting the desert menu. That was when Dad's big hand touched my bare thigh. It was the middle of my leg, but his hand was big enough to cover most of the bare flesh from just above my knee to just below the hem of my dress, which was barely covering my lacy yellow panties.

I shivered and Dad looked at me with a smile. I just smiled back; I didn't know what to do. I wanted to say something, to tell him his hand felt good, but I wasn't sure what we were doing? Was it a game? Was it innocent? Was any naughty intent purely my imagination? I felt my panties dampen and wondered if Daddy would move his had and feel the wetness.

He didn't. He removed his hand to take the dessert menu when our waiter returned.

I was biting into my coconut caramel flan when I felt Dad's hand again. He touched the same spot momentarily before sliding his palm just a little higher up my thigh, his fingers disappearing under my dress. I had a subconscious response and shifted towards Daddy, and felt his finger graze the wet front of my panties. I felt Dad stiffen slightly, but he never stopped talking to Mom. Then I felt his finger move, barely scraping against the slick fabric hiding my leaking slit and rapidly swelling clit. I felt my face flush.

Mom asked if I was okay when I almost choked on my spoonful of sweet creamy custard. I couldn't tell her I was imagining my mouth full of my Dad's tart creamy custard. "Wrong pipe," I offered coughing and grabbing my water glass. Dad never looked at me, his finger just kept sliding back and forth across my dampness. I spread my legs hoping he'd take the invitation and at least add another finger. He didn't.

Dad tuned his head and looked at me with a grin and winked as his hand retreated, but not before giving my bare thigh a loving squeeze and taking a long look at my boobs. Fuckkkkkk. I felt like the dessert I was eating, warm and soft and creamy and ready to melt into a puddle. I would have done anything Dad wanted at that moment. Fucking anything. I'd never felt like that before.

After dinner we walked around the downtown area, enjoying the cool November night air and early Christmas decorations, Dad's hands around both Mom and I. It was the weirdest thing, completely normal, but also completely new, completely weird, crazy, insane. My insides were a raging cauldron of conflicting feelings. I tried to make sense of what had happened. I tried to define what Daddy had done: fondle, grope, caress, stroke... My dad had felt me up... but he was still 'Dad,' not some weird uncle or pervy teacher. He didn't molest me, I wasn't a little girl, I could have stopped him... oh yeah, I giggled to myself, I could have stopped him.

I looked up at Daddy and we shared a smile, then he pulled me tight, kissing the top of my head. I suddenly felt a calm come over me, looking up at him, I wished he could read my mind; I want you to do it again, I want you touch me like that.

Then we drove home, making an early night of it, Mom and Dad in the front, me in the back. It was both comforting but also infantilizing. I'd felt like a woman for the first time around my father and here I was in the back seat being driven home from dinner. Dinner where I had my usual Shirley Temple. Dinner where Daddy rubbed my wet pussy through my panties under the table. My head throbbed. My pussy cried out for attention. I need to cum. I needed Daddy to touch me again. Oh my god, I want to have sex with Dad. I looked at him in the rearview, he looked back and winked. My pussy gushed.

I'd forgotten about my phone and Kamie completely. I felt guilty and quickly checked my messages.

Kamie: "Soooooo... did he?"

What the fuck, how did she know??? Me: "wtf???? he did!!!!!" - "how did you know he would?????"

Kamie: "he likes to do that (shrugging)" - "bet you scooted up to him (winking face)"

Me: "OMG!!!!!! wtf?????????"

Kamie: "he do the finger thing?"

My mind detonated like a nuclear bomb, I wouldn't have been surprised if there hadn't been an actual mushroom cloud over my head. I sent the mind blown emoji to my sister followed by: "have you and Dad fucked???????????"

I walked upstairs on shaky legs. I was standing in front of my mirror, mindlessly staring at myself, trying to process everything when my dad appeared in my doorway.

"You looked amazing tonight, Katie," he said walking up behind me and putting his hands on my shoulders, tenderly rubbing them. "You're such a beautiful woman... and this dress really shows it."

I saw dad staring down into the valley of my cleavage in the mirror, then he looked up at me and winked. I wanted him so badly. My own father. Every sexual feeling I'd ever had surged through me anew and amplified. A tsunami of lust and desire and need I'd never experienced before.

I wanted Daddy to grip me tightly and throw me on my bed and ravish me like some cheap romance novel. I wanted to spend all night making love with him. I wanted him to use me and fuck me senseless like some gonzo porno. I would do anything my dad wanted. I would moan and yell and scream and beg. I wanted my father inside me.

I shivered and leaned back into him, "Daddy," I sighed.

"KittKat, my little princess," he whispered into my ear, his eyes wandering over me, "So, so sexy... but not so little anymore, are you," he asked through the mirror.

I shook my head, meeting his gaze, I understood, I knew what he meant, what he wanted. "Unzip me," I managed to ask and quickly felt his hands move and the binding fabric of my dress give way, allowing gravity to take over. My dad and I both watched in the mirror as my tits spilled out of my dress, hanging heavy and full, my dress pooling at my waist.

Dad pressed against me from behind and stared for several seconds before meeting my gaze once again, "God, so beautiful. They're even better in person," he said with a big grin.

Please touch them I almost begged, but couldn't speak, my lips and tongue suddenly so dry they were stuck.

Dad turned to leave.

Disappointed, I turned and watched as he paused at my door, looking back to see me standing there topless, blatantly exposing myself to him.

"Good night, Katie, sleep tight," he said with a comforting smile. The same good night and comforting smile he'd been offering for the past 20 years.

I quickly closed my door and shed my dress and panties and fell back into my bed, instantly rubbing my needy pussy. I grabbed my phone and stared at my sister's last response: "Dad's hands aren't the only thing that's big (winky face)"

I was exhausted the next morning, having barely slept. I blamed my pussy. My needy, empty, desperate, soaking wet pussy. I blamed my pussy to preserve my sanity. My dad touched me, sexually, and I loved every second of it. And I exposed myself to him, hoping he'd touch me more. I wanted him so badly. And now I knew Dad and my sister had fucked. How much? No idea, Kamie quit responding to my texts. Maybe she went to bed. Maybe she was being a bitch. I decided it didn't matter because I decided I wanted Daddy too, wanted him inside me, wanted him to make love to me, have sex with me, fuck me, use me. It had nothing to do with my sister; it was what I wanted.

I had spent all night masturbating, imagining being naughty for Daddy, doing naughty things for him, things I'd never done for anyone else, and I imagined him doing naughty things to me, very, very naughty things. But no amount of orgasms quelled my primal hunger and now I had to spend the day pretending everything was normal.

And Thanksgiving in the Di Carlo household was normal. I made dips and snack trays and delivered beers while Mom, and Aunt Natalia, and Aunt Maria cooked dinner.

Dad and Uncle Tino and Uncle Jason made their way through the house, room by room; talking about the usual man things they always talked about, eventually making their way into the garage and then onto the back porch to watch football.

The cousins floated in and out, introducing new significant others, and talking about work and school, but mostly gossiping about family that wasn't there.

All in all, the usual Italian Thanksgiving.

My panties were damp all day, and at first I thought the stares and glances I was getting were either my imagination or something I had just never been sensitive to before. Then Aunt Nat and I bumped into each other in the kitchen and the hot dish in her hands scorched my nipples for a second as I jumped back with a yelp and an embarrassed realization I wasn't wearing a bra. What is wrong with me?

I laughed at myself in the bathroom, grateful my sensitive nipples were unharmed, but amused at the sight of my massive mounds under my tight t-shirt. No wonder the men were staring. I was surprised the women hadn't said anything.

Kamie finally started texting me again. Neither of us brought up Dad. I realized she had kept her and Dad's sexual relationship secret for a reason. It was a personal thing, no amount of discussion could explain feeling something so primal and so forbidden, so strongly.

Maybe after Dad and I fuck, Kamie and I will talk about it, I surmised. 'After Dad and I fuck,' the acceptance made my breath catch. Who are you, I asked myself in the mirror with a silent giggle, stuffing my phone in my pocket and exiting the bathroom, deciding not to bother going upstairs to my bedroom to put a bra on. I didn't recognize the person who strode out the tiny half bath with her tits plainly on display and a rapidly growing hunger inside her no holiday feast would satisfy.

I was still tired Friday after another fitful night. My aunts and cousins wanted to go shopping, another tradition for the women in the family. We spent most of the day fighting crowds for things we didn't really need, but really, it was an excuse to spend time together.

It was a fun day, but I couldn't help wish I'd been with Dad and my uncles 'Pumpkin Hunting' instead, even if it meant listening to them drone on about sports and cars and whatever. 'Pumpkin Hunting' (I don't know why it's called that) is what the men in the family call it when they go hang out together at my grandfather's hunting property, usually around a holiday. It's mostly just the men, but I know some of my aunts and female cousins have gone also.

My sister went a couple of years ago, and only said they just hung out at the 'clubhouse' (a mobile home with a kitchen and bathrooms and some gaming tables, surrounded by a few campers) and had fun all day.

Whenever I'd asked if I could go, I'd always been told, 'maybe one day, when you're old enough.' Now, I suddenly found myself wanting to be surround by masculinity, wishing I had asked to go with them this year. I found myself daydreaming about sitting around drinking beer with them, playing pool or foosball, or whatever they did there if they weren't actually hunting turkey or deer.

I imagined dressing suggestively and showing off for them; bending over the pool table, wearing a tiny bikini sitting around the fire pit, their eyes devouring me. Am I a bad girl?

Saturday I got my wish, the four of us, me, Daddy and my uncles headed out to the golf course. I walked downstairs in my little skort and tight polo, ankle socks and carrying my shoes, expecting to be nervous, but I wasn't. Daddy and I were our old, usual, easy selves on the drive.

I tried to take it easy on the men on the course, but being only a two handicap, it was hard not to spank them, especially after they had a beer or two. I was so used to focusing on the game my mind rarely drifted. I kept wanting to remind myself, it's been three days since Daddy touched my pussy, but I guess my competitive nature and training wouldn't let me dwell on the taboo thoughts percolating inside me.

At least not until after I had a healthy six stroke lead after the front nine. I started to feel it in the clubhouse. The naughty-ness. The need. The hormones and injection of masculinity I craved the day before, now began to course through my veins.

As usual, I was by far the youngest person there, but the thought hit me differently this time. I didn't see myself as a kid being tolerated by the adults, I saw myself as the best looking girl in the clubhouse, and I started to flirt a little; I offered big smiles back to my dad's friends that came over to say hi, seeing their eyes wander over me. Their attention used to make me feel self-conscious, now it made me feel alive.

On the back nine I started to bend over further, stick my tits out, shake my ass just a bit, and jiggle, jiggle, jiggle. I posed with the beer cart girls as my uncles snapped pictures of us being shameless flirts. I smiled and waved at other golfers as they drove by and offered comments about me. My dad and my uncles smiled and laughed and encouraged me. It was a lot more fun than just playing golf.

I felt like I was starting to figure this out, how to be flirty, sexy, a woman. How come I never realized how much fun this could be?

The men all seemed pretty happy even though I was beating them so soundly. Their applause and compliments seemed to get louder with each drive and putt I put a little extra shimmy or wiggle into. I was a horny mess by the 18th hole. God, who am I, I asked myself again.

I'd always been a good girl. Now I was what, a shameless, needy exhibitionist? A dirty little slut? A dirty little incestuous slut, flirting with my father and uncles? I couldn't make sense of what was happening to me. All I knew was I was so fucking horny all the time, and I loved the way it felt.

My uncles gave me big hugs in the parking lot, their hands sliding and pressing, who knew when the next time we'd see each other would be, maybe Christmas, maybe not. "She should go Pumpkin Hunting with us before Christmas next month," one of my Uncles said to my dad, and they all agreed. My heart leapt at the thought of finally being included.

I hopped into Daddy's truck and pulled my hat off, fixing my hair as best I could. Daddy and I smiled at each other.

I was staring out the window as we were cruising down an empty two-lane road and I realized Dad was taking the long way home, going down back roads, and I tingled all over.

Then I felt Daddy's hand on my thigh and I shivered and looked over at him. Daddy smiled and gripped my bare leg and rubbed.

I gave Dad a big smile told him, "I had so much fun today, Daddy."

"I could tell, Princess, you whupped our butts." Daddy smiled, rubbing my bare flesh. "We weren't complaining though, you look really sexy today" my father winked.

I shuddered and glanced down to Daddy's lap. I wanted to reach over and unzip his shorts and wrap my fingers around his cock and find out just exactly how big it was.

I knew I had a decision to make; I swallowed hard and scooted towards Daddy, spreading my legs, blatantly revealing the crotch of my skirt-shorts.

I watched as Dad grinned and his hand slid up my thigh until his fingers were tracing the hem of my shorts.

"Why don't you take those off, Katie," Daddy suggested with a smile.

My heart thundered in my chest as my hands went to my waist and I quickly shimmied out my skort, kicking them off over my ankle socks. I leaned back, put my feet up on the seat and pulled my knees back, spreading my legs wide and watched Daddy look at my bare pussy for the first time. He let out a little moan as his hand went to my gash, one big finger immediately pushing through my damp lips and dragging up and down my steaming gash.

I gasped and grabbed Dad's arm, throwing my head back with a moan as Daddy masturbated me in his truck. Dad's drenched finger soon wormed its way inside me, my tight hole grasping at his thick digit. I moaned and gyrated my hips as Daddy added another finger, now stretching my little pussy as he pumped two thick fingers in and out of me.

Daddy pulled his fingers out and massaged my swollen clit as I tensed and writhed in the large leather seat, bracing myself between the door and center console. Daddy pulled his hand away and I looked to see him sucking his fingers clean. "God, you taste good, KittKat," he told me as he pulled into an old shopping center and quickly drove behind the mostly vacant stores.

I stared as Dad parked and looked around before lifting his hips and pushing his shorts down around his ankles. He reached out and took my hand, forcefully pulling it to his crotch.

Dad's erection was massive, I finally registered, seeing it sticking up proudly as my fingers attempted to wrap around it. They didn't come close to meeting. Holy shit, I thought, eyes wide as I started to jerk my dad off.

"Mmm, yeah KittKat, just like that... good girl," Daddy said, sliding down to the edge of his seat, spreading his legs wide. "Stroke Daddy faster, baby."

I got up on my knees in my seat to lean over the console and better grip Dad's rock hard dick. I felt his hand slide across my back and down onto my ass, forcefully grabbing a handful and squeezing.

"God, you're so fucking sexy, Katie. So perfect." We smiled at each other and I felt Dad's hand tugging my shirt up, "Let's get this off too, Daddy wants to see 'em," he informed me.

I pulled my shirt off as fast as I could and started stroking Daddy again as I felt my tits being grabbed and squeezed and played with. "Mmmmmm, Daddddddd," I moaned.

"God damn, KittKat, they're so fucking big and awesome," Dad groaned, pinching and pulling on my nipples.

I looked up at my father, my heart pounding, my breath heaving, my eyes heavy, "What can I do to make you feel good, Dad?"

Dad smiled, "Suck it, baby. Use your mouth on Daddy."

My pussy exploded hearing my father's dirty instruction and I smiled and lowered my mouth to his giant purple knob. I lapped at Daddy's fuckstick, swishing my tongue all around the swollen plum like head as Daddy moaned words of encouragement and watched me. I moaned as I slid my lips down over the head and onto his huge shaft.

Dad mauled my tits: rough, needy, squeezing, pulling, and pinching. Fuck, just what I'd been wanting.

Daddy was so big I could only get half of him in my mouth, but I was determined to make it good for him. I was lost in lust as I slobbered and sucked and slurped on Dad's big dong. I pulled him out and slapped the stiff, spit covered stalk against my face, moaning like a whore, "Ohhhh, Daddy," before stuffing him back in my mouth and pushing my head down onto him until he was pushing against the back of my throat. I gagged and moaned, making a slutty mess of blowing my own father.

"You like Daddy's big cock don't you Pumpkin," Dad groaned.

I could hear the devilish intent in his voice. He wanted me to be bad for him. Gagging and coughing, I spit all over his cock and looked into his eyes and moaned, "Oh my god, Dad, it's so big. I love it. I love your cock," I confessed. "Are you gonna fuck my mouth, Daddy?"

Dad groaned and nodded, "Mmm, good idea, baby," and I felt his hand on the back of my head, pushing me back down onto his cock. Grabbing a handful of my hair, he jammed my face down onto his dong, the head stabbing the back of my throat repeatedly as I struggled, gagging and choking, my hands flailing. "Mmm, yeah. Suck that dick little girl, choke on it," I heard Dad groan.

I panicked and pushed off Daddy, gasping, apologizing as I coughed, "I'm sorry."

Daddy put his hand under my chin, staring into my tear stained eyes as he gripped my face firmly, "Don't apologize for being a good girl KittKat, you're perfect," he told me wiping my chin and rubbing the spit all over my face. "Don't move," he told me and looked around before opening his door and getting out, throwing his shirt off and kicking his shorts off.

I watched my dad hurry around his truck naked and open my door. Dad took my hand, pulling me out. I thought he wanted me to kneel and keep sucking him, but he told me to turn around and step up on the running board, then I felt his hand on my back, pushing me forward. Oh, my god, Daddy's going to fuck...

That's as far as my realization got before I felt the big knob of my father's erection pressing against the leaking entrance to my pussy. I collapsed, elbows on the truck seat as Daddy pushed into me, stretching me way more than anything ever had before, "Ughhhh, god, Daddddiieee," I cried out.

"Mmmmm, yeah, Katie... Take that cock, babygirl," Daddy groaned, pushing deep, until he bumped my insides and I yelped. Daddy pulled out and it was both a relief and a torment. I wanted him inside me as far as he could go, I didn't care if it hurt.

I groaned in pleasure and discomfort as Dad pushed back in, "Ughhhh, goddddd."

Dad slowly pumped his big cock in and out of my tight little pussy, "God, you feel good, baby. So tight, so wet. Mmm, fuck yeah!"

Maybe I won't be tight anymore, I thought, but I didn't care, it felt so fucking good. I knew then that Daddy's cock would always fill me better than anyone else's.

I arched my back and started to push back onto Dad, both of us grunting and groaning until Daddy was properly fucking me. Slamming into me. Pounding my tender, grasping insides with his big tool. The same tool that made me. I imagined Dad cumming inside Mom and making me, and I groaned and quivered imagining him emptying his balls inside me.

Dad's hand left my hip and grabbed my tit, squeezing hard. I wanted him to squeeze both, I pulled his other hand to my swinging, bouncing titty and begged him to fuck me, "Mmmmm, Dad, fuck my little pussy, fuck your little girl," I moaned breathlessly.

"My dirty little Princes," Dad huffed, pinching and pulling my nipples hard, sending shockwaves through my body as I cried out, "Fuckkkkk."

"That's right, KittKat, Daddy's fucking your tight little pussy. You're Daddy's little slut now. Take Daddy's cock. Ughh. Ughhhhh. Ughhhhhh," he groaned, pounding himself deep inside me.

My hand went to my pussy, frantically flicking my distended clit, "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh... Dadddiiieeeeeeeeee," I wailed.

Dad grunted like a bull, pushing me off his cock, grabbing me, manhandling me as he turned me around, laying me back on the seat, lifting my legs and bending them back wide as he lined himself up and sunk back inside me.

We both groaned as Daddy filled my little pussy until he bumped my insides again, "Ughhh."

My father's big hands held my tiny ankles in the air as he fucked me. I reached back above my head and braced my self against the center console to keep from sliding across the seat as Daddy banged into me over and over.

My tits bounced against my jaw as Dad and I huffed and groaned and moaned.

"So... Fucking... Sexy..." Daddy observed through gritted teeth.

"Ugghh... Ugghh... Ugghh..." I grunted over and over and over as my father rammed into me again and again like we were in some crazy porn video. I lowered one hand to my pussy and frantically rubbed my incredibly swollen, tender clit, "Daddddiiieeee... Fuuucckkkkkk."

"That's it... baby... play with that pussy... cum for Daddy... cum all over Daddy's cock," my father instructed in ragged breaths, his cock sawing in and out of me with a lewdly wet squelch.

"Ugghh... Ugghh... Ugghh..." I could only grunt as Daddy fucked me and a feeling I'd never felt before started to come over me. There was just us, Daddy and me, our bodies and his cock pumping my pussy was all that existed, the rest of the world faded away. My eyes rolled back in my head and my pussy shuddered somewhere deeper than I'd ever felt before. Then the spasm rolled outward, surging across my entire being, and my body shook and trembled in crashing waves of pure pleasure.

I gasped for air as my orgasm overwhelmed me. I was cumming. Hard. Cumming all over my father's relentlessly pounding cock. I tensed and shook and spasmed, crying out my pleasure, my ecstasy.

There was just us, Daddy and me, panting, groaning, moaning, heaving, grinding, pounding, banging, pawing, grasping. Grunting like animals. Fucking. There was just our coupling, just our bodies joined together, skin on skin, just our love and our lust.

I came and came and came.

I watched Daddy, the love, the joy, the pride. I could see it all in his eyes. God, I had looked into those eyes millions of times and never seen this, this lust, this desire, this hunger, this need.

I reached up to caress Daddy's face and pulled him to me. We locked lips and kissed as lovers for the first time. I held Daddy as he fucked me, I felt his love, it was ramming into me over and over, and I felt his need, he needed me, his little girl, more than anything, "Fuck me Daddy. Fuck me. Fuck your little girl, I'm all yours Dad."

Dad raised back up and slammed into me, "Ugghhhh... Ugghhhh... Ugghhhh... Oh, Katie... Pumpkin... Fuck..."

"Daddy... Daddy... Daddy... Daddy..." I muttered uncontrollably.

"Gonna cum baby," Daddy grunted pulling out of me, grabbing my hair with one hand and his cock with the other. I knew what Dad wanted. I groaned feeling his huge member pull out and leave me empty, an emptiness I knew I would feel from now on whenever he wasn't fucking me. Daddy forcefully pulled me out of his truck and pushed me down.

I squatted before my father and enthusiastically stuck my tongue out and watched Daddy smile as he frantically stroked himself over my face, "Good girl," he grunted and I watched Daddy's piss hole flare and braced myself just in time as thick ropes of warm jizzum exploded out of Dad's cock, slamming into my face.

I just moaned and held still letting Daddy paint me with his hot seed. Dad huffed and puffed and heaved and shuddered as he ejaculated all over my face.

I didn't need a mirror to know I was plastered. It was everywhere. On my tongue, lips, cheeks, chin, forehead, nose, and eyes, which were starting to sting badly. But I didn't care. I loved looking up at my father, his cum on my face. I knew this would be the first time of many as I licked around my mouth collecting as much of the thick, sperm laden goo as I could and swishing it around my mouth, savoring his flavor, before swallowing it with a lusty "Ahhhh," and sticking my tongue back out.

I could just make out my father standing over me, his body shuddering, the last spasms of his orgasm fading as he choked his cock and shook it in my face, and gasped for breath.

Wiping his jizzum out of one eye, I saw Daddy smiling, obviously enjoying the sight of my freshly frosted face. "Eat some more for Daddy, KittKat," Dad told me and I willingly and sluttily obliged, using my fingers to scrape as much of his sticky jizz into my mouth as I could. "Show me," Daddy said, and I opened my mouth wide, knowing he could see his essence pooled on my tongue. "Swallow," he ordered and I did with a big gulp and bigger smile, sending my father's sperm down into my stomach, then proving my feat with a wide-open mouth and a big smile.

I felt like the dirtiest girl in the world, and I loved the feeling.

"Here," Dad said as he swiped a finger across my hairline before offering me his semen covered digit.

I dutifully sucked his finger clean with a giggle, "Am I a good girl, Daddy," I asked with a big smile.

"The best, baby," Daddy smiled, then, "Just don't tell your mother or your sister I said that, okay," he told me with a wink.

I giggled, "Our secret, Dad."

The reality of the world around us came back into focus as Daddy puled me up and into his arms. It felt so naughty, our naked, sweaty bodies pressed into each other as we hugged and kissed like lovers, outside, in public, behind a shopping center where someone could stumble upon us.

We cleaned ourselves up, hurrying, but also taking the opportunity to enjoy seeing each other naked. Once dressed we drove off, hitting a drive-thru a few miles down the road for a couple of drinks. Dad and I kept stealing glances and smiling at each other.

I couldn't stop looking at him, my father, the man who created me, who raised me, who taught and helped me with so much. He was always there and yet, I'd never really seen him, had I? Never saw beyond the roles he filled in my life. So many roles, everything I ever needed, now even sex. Now even a lover. Squeezing my thighs together, my pussy tender but... satisfied... well used. God, Daddy fucked me so good, I giggled, realizing sexual contentment was a new sensation.

"Thank you, Daddy," I announced, looking at him, feeling like I was seeing the man he was fully for the first time. So manly, handsome, fit, experienced... well endowed.

"For what, Sweetie," Daddy asked with a grin, taking my hand.

"For everything, for giving me everything I ever needed, including today," I smiled brightly.

Daddy met my smile with his own, "I love you, Katie, more than anything. I'm glad you had a good time," he told me, pulling my hand to his lips and kissing it and then giving it a firm squeeze. "I know I did," Dad winked, and I shivered, it was so naughty, Daddy telling me he enjoyed fucking me, so blatant, so unapologetic. My tender pussy cried out needing to feel him inside me again, to feel him fill me again.

I had so many questions, about Mom, about Kamie, but I couldn't focus on anything except Daddy. I needed him, wanted him, again, as much as I could get.

I knew I was being silly, staring at him with puppy eyes, still high from our coupling, all the chemicals surging through my veins. I shivered thinking how I ate Daddy's cum and felt a gush of wetness soak into my shorts. Daddy's sperm was inside me, but not where it was meant to be, I snickered, wondering when we...

I suddenly felt panicked, remembering I had to leave the next day, to return to campus, and wouldn't see Dad again for nearly another month. No!

Sadness, disappointment and frustration washed over me.

I bit my lip to stifle a groan of annoyance, but then smiled and giggled silently to myself before looking over at Daddy and asking, "Hey, Dad?"

"Yeah, baby," Daddy, questioned, eyebrows raised.

"Can we find another place to pull over," I grinned.