What was I thinking? As I look at it now, from this angle, I’m a little scared. Fuck, it's huge. I must have been mad to think that I was in control of this, I’m clearly not. Even with my pussy leaking like a bent faucet, there is no way that thing is not going to hurt.

Even the grin on his face is telling me it’s going to be painful. But then, I have been teasing him for just about a week and now it’s payback time.

It started last week, two days before mom went away on business. I started to wear skimpy dresses and tops around the house. My logic was, that if I gradually reduced the amount of fabric each day, then they wouldn't notice that my clothes were getting less and less. It kinda worked. Dad noticed but mom didn't. But then, she wasn't supposed to notice. She probably thought I was being a spoilt little sixteen-year-old, having the usual girly tantrums.

While watching TV, I used to sit cross-legged while leaning back against the chair and it wasn't long before dad caught on to the fact that from the edge of the sofa, he could see up my skirt. Except I wasn’t wearing any panties, not that he knew that at first. I never did wear panties, not in the house. I know he would be able to see from that angle because I had Fay, my friend, sit in the very same spot so that she could tell me what she could see, and I adjusted my posture and clothes until I was on full display.

I think he liked it. He kept glancing over the newspaper towards me while also feigning interest in what was on the TV. I used to bite my lip and smile when I knew he was looking, even though my head was normally buried in a book. I used to get so hot and my pussy leaked profusely when I knew he was staring at my slit.

If only he knew what was going through my mind.

I also had my tits to thank as well. Most of the tops I wore had a deep v-neck and they were tight as hell, accentuating my charms, as I liked to think of them. My tits were big for my age and filled the T-shirts to bursting point. But the biggest reaction I got from my dad was when I wore very loose-fitting tops with no bra. Walking around the house with my breasts gently swaying underneath had the thumbs up, from me and my dad. I knew the loose T-shirt was affecting him because I saw my dad’s cock strain his shorts as he watched me parade from one room to the other. All that motion had the bonus of making my nipples rub against the fabric. Did they stand out? Oh, yes they did.

Of course, whenever my friends, especially Fay, came around he would be in his element, watching us all the time. Secretly, I hoped he would be watching my tits and bottom and not Fays.

I practically had him gawping at me one morning as I was sitting across from him at the table eating breakfast. I had reached over the table to get the orange juice and my breasts scraped across the table; almost flattening themselves against the tabletop. When I sprung back to sit in the chair, so did they. I was watching my dad as I did this. He couldn't take his eyes off them as I let them wobble from side to side.

Of course, the day mom left, I started to take more showers and so turned up the heat a little.

You wouldn’t believe what can be achieved when you accidentally leave the door open to the shower room. Though I had to wait a while before I heard that tell-tale creak of the floorboards just outside the shower. I lathered my hair with shampoo, turned to face the door with my hands over my face and while washing myself, slowly peeped through my fingers. I could see him watching me. Watching my breasts move from side to side as the white lather flowed over them, down my tummy and legs. If only he knew how aroused that made me. I slowly turned so that I was facing away from him. I wanted him to see how round and beautiful my arse was. By the time I had turned a whole three-hundred and sixty degrees I had reached for the shower gel and was rubbing it into my breasts and concentrating on lifting them and massaging my nipples.

I let out a moan that I knew he could hear.

I glanced towards the door but saw no one, but as luck would have it, I did see a reflection of a red shirt in the whitewashed walls of the outside corridor. I knew he was there and listening.

I let out another moan and decided to sit on the shower floor; letting the water splash down on me and facing to one side so that I wasn’t looking towards the door. I opened my legs and slipped a finger inside me and openly masturbated in the shower. It was such a turn on. I knew he was there and I was hoping he was peeping around the corner now and then to take a look.

The thought of what I was doing and the thought of what I was hopefully doing to my dad brought me off quickly. I came hard and cried out loud as the fingers of my right hand busied themselves on my clit and my left hand rounded my breast.

I panted hard as I finished myself off and without any advanced warning, opened eyes wide and looked towards the door. I caught the briefest glimpse of some movement, but I could see his reflection move backwards into the corridor. Yes, he was watching. Perfect!

“Dad?” I cried out, “Is anyone there?”

There was no answer and of course, I knew there wouldn’t be.

The next time I saw my dad was in the lounge after I had dried myself and put on something skimpy. He was sitting on the sofa and I wandered up behind him, leaned over the sofa and gave him a big hug.

“How are you?” I asked.

“I’m fine, did you have a nice shower?” he replied.

I just nodded and smiled. It was a kind of powerful feeling knowing that he was behaving rather aloof while I knew he had seen me masturbate in the shower not more than ten minutes ago. I wondered at the time what he was doing with his cock and I so desperately wanted to find out.

My shower room exploits became worse as the days went on, to the point of finishing, quickly drying and walking naked from the shower back to my room. I never did catch him in the hallway, it was such a shame.

I had decided that Friday night would be crunch night and that I would make him come into my bedroom, by hook or by crook, and find me naked. I had teased him for most of the week and Friday was no exception. I had put on some skimpy clothes but had decided on a smooth chiffon dress that came down to mid-thigh; quite respectable for me, except that I knew what happened when I bent over.

The dishwasher was the first event. Dad was piling the dishes on the side and I started to load the dishwasher. I knew that he was behind me and I knew that my dress would ride up. I knew that he was watching. I heard a sudden intake of breath as I reached deep into the dishwasher to place the plates at the back; one hand on the countertop and one hand reaching in. One leg had extended to the side while the other I kept straight. The dress had to rise. I had practised the move while looking into my bedroom mirror and I knew that my pussy lips were on full display.

I wanted him to come up behind me and push his finger right into his little girl’s sodden pussy. But he didn’t. All I heard was a gasp. It was good enough for now but I wanted more. I wondered whether the gasp was because of what he saw or because I was so smooth down there.

My levels of horniness were unprecedented. My breathing was excited and erratic. I wanted my dad to react like I was a slut for the taking. I didn’t want him to be a dad anymore, I wanted him to take me; like he probably took my mom when I was conceived. I wanted him to lift me with one hand, slip his fingers inside me, kiss me passionately and dump me on the countertop – ready to impale me with his big cock.

He didn’t do any of those things and it only made me want it more.

The TV was the next thing on my mind. We had decided to watch a DVD for the evening, I suggested a Rom-Com but he suggested some action-packed thriller. I let him get his way because I knew he wouldn’t be watching much of it.

Again, I bent down in front of him to put the DVD into the slot; knowing that my slot was on full display. By this time, he would be left in no uncertain terms that I was wet down there. I had played with it before leaving the kitchen, making sure my lips were parted slightly. I should have knelt on the floor and inserted the DVD. But a girl in my state doesn’t do things like that. I knelt from the waist and did the dirty deed.

I took my time. I fiddled with the controls, ejected the DVD and put it back in again; hoping once more for my dad to do the same with his fingers.

He never did.

When I turned around I was left in no doubt that he was sitting in an uncomfortable position. His cock was showing in his shorts. I could tell that he was aroused. I wondered what he must have been thinking? Was he ashamed of what he was thinking? Would he have liked to have done something about it?

I would find out soon enough.

We watched the DVD to the end before I announced that I was going to bed. I knew he had been watching me throughout the action-packed thriller. I knew his eyes were on my thighs and my pussy and I knew my nipples were also putting on a show for him. When he wasn’t looking at me, I would tease myself by brushing my nipples, and once I even slipped my fingers over my mound. It was a thrill to touch myself in front of my dad.

Why was I doing this? Well, to be honest, a few weeks ago I had come across my dad exiting the shower with a towel wrapped around him. It fell to the floor and as he turned to pick it up, I noticed a cock the size of the empire state building, or so I thought. It looked rather sexy, in a manly way. In time, I would relate this story to Fay and she got excited and blurted out that her dad was also well endowed. Better than any of the boys she had been with lately. Their dicks were nothing to be proud of.

I remember asking her whether she had seen her dad’s cock, just to make it clear. Seen it, tempted it, stroked and fucked it, she replied. My mouth fell open. I asked her again to tell me what she had done and she repeated the story, about how playfully she had been while sitting astride her dad’s lap one evening to tease him, trying to make him take her somewhere in the car and how she inadvertently caused his cock to become erect. When she felt its presence, she couldn’t help but grasp it and that’s when things developed. She told me how they got naked in seconds when they both realised their need. I came home from college and took a good hard look at my own father. Yes, he was handsome. Yes, he looked fit. Yes, he made me laugh all the time. I started to wonder whether he would be interested in fucking me as Fay’s father fucked her. So, my plan evolved over time and here we are – crunch time.

Bedtime was crunch time. We both went to bed at the same time. I gave him ten minutes to settle into bed before I started to masturbate. I lay on top of the clothes and brushed my fingers over my clit, pushed them inside of me and sucked them clean. I continued this process for what seemed like ages; always watching my pussy and visualising my dad’s cock entering me. I eventually reached out to my bottom drawer to retrieve my seven-inch dildo and started thrusting it inside me. It was heaven, but it wasn’t hot and real flesh.

I wondered what my dad was doing next door. I wondered whether he had his cock in his hand and was wanking; thinking of me and my lascivious behaviour. I wanted him in this room, not that room.

I started to moan and then I let out a loud cry. It sounded painful, it sounded like I was being attacked, it sounded like mom sounded one night while she was being fucked. I was thrusting the dildo into my cunt at an alarming rate and while I could easily have climaxed without making a noise, that wasn’t the point.

The ruse worked. My dad came crashing through the door shouting, “What’s going on? What’s the matter?”

You should have seen the look on his face when he saw me with my legs apart, breasts on full display, my chest pounding with excitement and my hand on a flesh coloured object pounding into my pussy.

I looked up at him as he stopped dead in his tracks.

My face was exhibiting a similar picture. He was standing there with a semi-hard on, naked. His breathing rushed and excited, just like mine, though to be fair, he had just run into my bedroom. The size of his cock caused my eyes to widen and my mouth to drool. My pussy was already in that state.

I took control as quickly as I could, now was not the time to be polite and try and hide my embarrassment. Now was not the time to shrink like a wilting flower and pretend that I had been caught out. Now, was to take the bull by the horns and shake it till it turned wild with rage.

“About fucking time,” I said, looking my dad in the eyes. I removed the dildo and threw it across the floor. It landed close to his feet.

“My pussy is so fucking wet,” I told him, my fingers stroking my lips apart. My chest was heaving as my excitement rose. I was scared. I was scared that he would walk away and leave me in a situation that would be irrecoverable.

“Are you going to put that cock where I want you to put it,” I continued quickly. “Fuck your little girl’s cunt with it. Put a smile on her face.”

I saw that his cock twitched wildly as he understood the full impact of my words. His hand moved to grasp his erection and he pulled his hand over it more than once before he took a step in my direction. Fuck had it grown in those few steps to the foot of my bed.

But I had him, thank God for that.

I splayed my lips apart like the slut I was, I smiled as he climbed onto the bed, I slipped my legs and thighs under my arms and opened myself up to him; my breasts were squeezed to fit between my thighs and sat proudly on display; nipples crying out for attention. I watched him grab his cock and position it at my entrance.

And then it hit me.

What was I thinking? As I look at it now, from this angle, I’m a little scared. Fuck, it's huge. I must have been mad to think that I was in control of this. I’m clearly not. Even with my pussy leaking like a bent faucet, there is no way that thing is not going to hurt.

Even the grin on his face is telling me it’s going to be painful. But then, I have been teasing him for just about a week and now it’s payback time.

His cock is fucking huge. My pussy looks like a small river that is about to take the biggest tanker in the whole wide world.

His cock slipped between my lips. I know it was big but I couldn’t help myself.

“Fuck your daughter with it.”

My dad grunted as he pushed his cock into me. He was good, patient and respectful that I had perhaps not taken anything so large as his cock. He was thoughtful and took his time to get me used to its size. But that look on his face was almost manic; like a boy in a sweet shop. Well, I guess he was in a way.

By the time his cock reached into my body, I was panting hard. My eyes were locked in the open position. From my vantage point, inches away from his gorgeous member, I watched as it pushed my lips apart and entered me. I watched it disappear, hardly taking my eyes off it. I felt my body accommodate it. The pleasure was immense.

Then it retreated until the head just about appeared and he made it disappear again. My dad fucked me with it. It felt hot, smooth and rough at the same time. I felt full. It wasn’t until I got used to feeling it in my cunt that I looked up into his eyes.

I shook my head and nodded at...