Kathy Harris - Daughter loves to suck

It seemed that many years ago when Alice, Kelly's mother, was still single, she had met Ray. A tremendous sexual attraction had sprung up between them and they had had a brief but intense affair. Ray was already married at that time and was very much in love with his wife who was already pregnant with Josh. But he had been unable to resist the powerful physical attraction he felt for the beautiful Alice.

Even though Alice knew that Ray was married, and even though she and Ray were not really in love with each other, she had gone into the affair willingly, even eagerly, needing the sexual excitement the man brought into her life.

By the time Alice discovered she was pregnant with Kelly, she had already met and fallen in love with Tom who was only too willing to raise Kelly as his own daughter. The affair between Ray and Alice had pretty much run its course, anyway, and all parties involved agreed that their secret would never be revealed, and that Kelly would grow up thinking of Tom as her real father.

There was absolutely no bitterness or hostility involved, however, and over the years, Ray and Alice had made it a paint to keep in touch with each other. For even though Ray had given up all rights to Kelly, he still loved her, as any father would love his own daughter. Tom and Alice had been generous in sharing news about Kelly with Ray all during her growing-up years. They exchanged letters at least once a month over the years, and there was the occasional phone call as well.

Then Ray's wife had died, and he and his kids had settled into their country home not too far from where Kelly lived with Tom and Alice. Ray had told Alice and Tom that he wanted to meet his daughter. He had promised not to make waves or to reveal his true identity, but he let them know that he felt a deep need to get to know this girl who was, after all, his own flesh and blood.

At first, Alice and Tom had denied Ray his request. But then, Kelly had pleaded with them to let her go away somewhere where she would not be tempted to commit incest again with her parents. And so here she was. And now she had learned that the man she had been making it with ever since her arrival was her real father. And the boy and girl she had been getting it on with, the boy and girl she had though of as nothing more than distant cousins, if that, were in fact, her half-brother and half-sister.

"Oh, God!" Kelly sobbed now, wondering how she could ever handle the guilt that came from the knowledge that she had been gladly fucking her own father. The irony of her situation was not lost on her. Here she had left home to get away from committing incest with her parents, only to fall into the incestuous arms of her real father.

With tears still streaming down her face, she suddenly sprang up from bed and all but raced to her father's room. She threw the door open and stood there, shivering slightly in her nightgown.

"Kelly! I didn't expect to see you so soon! Have you come to any decisions?" Ray asked, hope in his eyes.

"No, I haven't," Kelly responded, looking down at the floor, finding herself unable to meet his penetrating gaze. "I-I need more time. I knew you'd be waiting here for me and I didn't want you to do that. I-I'm going to take a nap now and then… then, we'll see. You go an and do your own thing. I don't want you to be waiting here for me."

"Okay, Kelly," Ray said softly, wishing he could do something to erase the torment from his daughter's eyes. "I can see that you need more time. I'll be in my office working on my next sermon. You go ahead and get some sleep. But when you're ready to talk, you'll know where to find me. And… Kelly?"

"Yes?" Kelly asked shakily.

"If you find you can't accept what I've told you, and if you should want to go back home, all you have to do is say so. I don't want you to go, but I'll do whatever you want, okay?"

"Okay," Kelly said tearfully, and then she turned and fled, racing back to her own room before bursting into fresh sobs.

The troubled girl fell into a deep sleep filled with dreams. When she awoke, she sat up in bed, feeling calm and collected for the first time since she had learned that Ray was her real father. It's all so simple really, she told herself. I feel so horribly guilty when I was fucking Tom because I believe him to be my real father. But now I know that he's only my stepfather, so it wasn't really incest at all. And I was fucking with Ray, I didn't feel all that guilty because I believed him to be nothing more than a very distant cousin. But he's my real father, so all of our fucking was genuine, bonafide incest. Now I can see that this guilt thing over incest is all in my own mind. For, if there were really anything wrong with, incest, I would have felt guilty when fucking Ray… somehow, deep down, our fucking would have been tainted by the fact that he is my real father, whether I knew that consciously or not.

With this liberating thought, Kelly began to smile. Then she dashed into the bathroom and took a long, hot shower. She put on a fresh, sexy nightgown and, feeling refreshed and horny, she went to her father's study where she knew he was, waiting for her.

"Kelly! You look radiant!" Ray cried as his daughter entered the study and moved toward him where he was sitting behind the big oak desk.

"I feel great now, Daddy," Kelly murmured. "You called me Daddy!" the man cried jubilantly.

"I'm here, Daddy. And now I want to make love with you. It'll be like the first time for us since before I didn't know you were my very own daddy. Love me, Daddy!" Kelly cried.

"Oh, yes, baby, I'll love you all right," Ray said huskily as he pushed the girl slightly away from him and stood up. He quickly stripped, leaving his clothes in an untidy huddle on the floor by the desk. Then he wrapped his arms around his daughter and led her over to the couch across the room. She's right, he thought excitedly, our fuck will be like the first time for us. I've waited for years to make it with my own daughter with her knowing the truth about my being her real father. That's a real turn-on!

"Are you sure, honey? I mean I really hit you hard with the fact that I'm your real daddy. Are you really very sure that this is what you want?" Ray asked huskily.

"Oh, yes, Daddy, I want it very, very much! I've accepted the fact that you're my real father now. And I want to make it with you now as father and daughter. Won't that be great?" Kelly asked eagerly.

"Yes, baby, that'll be really great," Ray said, laughing with delight over his daughter's eagerness and lack of guile.

"See, Daddy, now that I know incest isn't wrong, I can really enjoy it!" Kelly said as she and her father settled down on the big old couch, still embracing each other. "In fact, now that I understand that the guilt over incest was all in my own mind, I can see where incest can be extra-exciting, right?"

"Right, honey," Ray said, reaching out and tracing the slope of one of his daughter's tits. He was proud of her for having learned so much so quickly. "That's exactly what I was hoping you would come to see, honey."

"I see it all right! Now… fuck me, Daddy!" Kelly pleaded, spreading her legs wide.

"You got it, baby! I can't wait to fuck you!" Ray growled, positioning himself between the girl's widely splayed legs.

"Ohhhh, yessss," Kelly sighed as he felt her daddy's huge, hard cockhead working its way into her cunt. She was panting hard with sexual excitement. At long last, she felt not one shred of guilt over the incestuous act she was about to commit with her real father, and she sensed that it would be the most exciting fuck session of her life.

Ray's cockhead slipped inside his daughter's tight cunt a bit. Kelly felt her cuntlips part, then peel back as her father's gigantic cock screwed inside her.

"Get ready, baby, your daddy's gonna give you the most royal fucking of your life!" Ray growled, his words echoing the girl's own feverish thoughts.