Confessions of a Slut Pt. 01

***This story is based loosely off a confession from a woman that I had carnal knowledge of for several years. She was a true slut and an incredibly good friend up until the day she died. RIP Jo, you were one of a kind and this story is for you wherever you are in the afterlife.***

What else is there to say about me other than I am a slut? I just turned twenty-two in June, right after graduating university and have sex with at least fifty guys since losing my v card not long after starting my first year. I cannot help myself; I just love a guy's cock in my mouth, the taste and texture of his cum and the feeling of getting my little pussy stuffed full of dick.

I do not know what really attracts guys to me, though since I feel like I am average at best in the looks department. I am only 5'2" with 34b size boobs, long straight jet-black hair, and a smallish ass. My nose is too big, thanks to my family traits, and my teeth are not perfectly straight, but I have been told by all the guys I have been with, that I have this seductive look about me when I look at them with my light crystal blue eyes, it draws them in like a moth to the flame.

Soon after losing my virginity, I quickly realized just how easily I could seduce any guy that I wanted with my eyes and the power I possessed between my legs. Once I set my mind on a certain guy, it was not long before I had him filling my mouth with his cock and then pounding my pussy until I exploded all over him.

One thing I learned, even before I started having sex is that I was not about to catch any STDs, so I have always practiced safe sex, and backed up condom use by taking the pill although that was taken initially to keep my periods in check. Unfortunately, I do not do the same with my mouth as I just cannot stand to suck off a guy with a condom on, that is just gross even with the flavored ones, not to mention that I love the taste of a cock and the cum that fills my mouth when I suck them to completion.

Now that I am back home, I am already finding it exceedingly difficult to get any satisfaction in since the list of available men around here is not very long. To be honest, I really do not want the people that I grew up with finding out how much of a slut that I am, but currently I am facing a dilemma that I never expected to face. I am now lusting after my own father.

Let us go back a little. I grew up in what I thought was a conservative household, with my parents and two older sisters. When I was fourteen and in junior high, my mom got pancreatic cancer and died after several months of fighting a losing battle, leaving me and my older twin sisters to help around the house while dad continued to work and support us.

We did not have a lot of money so neither of my sisters went to college, choosing instead to marry their high school sweethearts not long after they graduated. We lived in a rural town where a large part of the work force there were employed by a large lumber mill and dry kiln and both of their husbands worked there. They made good money, so my sisters were set for life.

I was not interested in following in their footsteps so all through high school, I worked my butt off to get great grades and earned a fully paid academic scholarship to our state university. I felt bad having to leave my dad alone, but he assured me that he would manage just fine, and my sisters still lived close enough to pop in and check on him from time to time. As if he really needed it.

Fortunately, my dad was only fifty years old and had taken exceptionally good care of himself through the years. He was always active, watched what he ate, never smoked, and only ever drank alcoholic drinks on special occasions. Let me say this, for a man his age, he looked amazing with his salt and pepper hair, chiseled face, and body. He could with no doubt in my mind, seduce any available woman around.

One of his favorite activities to do in the summer was go to the reservoir to take us all swimming, so it did not surprise me when he asked me, before he headed out to work, if I wanted to go swimming the next day since he was off. How could I turn down a chance to spend some good quality time with my dad?

The next day came and off we went to the lake. My sisters were not able to make it out with us due to prior commitments, so it would just be dad and me. When we got to the reservoir, dad quickly set up the changing tent, since there were no places around the lake to change out of our wet swimsuits, and when he was done, he peeled off his shirt and kicked off his shoes.

It was at that moment, as I feasted my eyes on his well sculpted body, that the lustful incestuous thoughts came into my mind. He pushed his hair back as he looked out at the water then turned to me and said, "Come on, pumpkin, let's go for a swim."

I always loved it when he called me his pumpkin, but as he turned and trotted away towards the water, that name suddenly took on a whole new meaning as I felt that familiar tingle of desire in my heart and in my pussy. I just stood there frozen to the spot for a moment, as the battle began raging in my head. How could I lust after my own father?

Just before dad got to the water he stopped, looked back, and yelled, "What are you waiting for, pumpkin? Come on!"

His booming voice brought me back to my senses, at least a little as I smiled and said, "Alright already, I'm coming."

I quickly kicked off my chucks, pulled my top off and dropped my shorts, revealing the skimpy black bikini that I had on underneath, then walked towards him with a grin on my face as he looked me up and down briefly. Just that quick look from him sent more of those tingles through me and I could feel my pussy get instantly wet.

Dad smiled and said, "Wow, sweetie, you look great."

I felt my whole-body blush and wondered for a moment if he liked it or was going to tell me it was too revealing as I said, "Sorry if it's too skimpy, but it's the only swimsuit I have at the moment. I really need to do some shopping."

"Ah, no, it's fine, pumpkin. You are an adult now and whatever you choose to wear is your business. I just could not help but notice that you have been keeping up on your work outs," he said with a smile.

I gave him one of my sweetest smiles and said, "Thanks, Dad."

At that, he grabbed me by the hand and pulled me into the water as I let out a screech from the sudden splash of cool water all over me. He laughed and dove under the water as I recovered from the initial shock and started to splash at him. He came back up, wrapped his big strong arms around me, with one of them going right across my little boobs, pulled me under for a moment before releasing me and swimming away, laughing.

My nipples had turned into rock hard pebbles under my bikini top both from his grasp and the chilly water, as I stood back up for a moment, with the heat of my burning lustful thoughts seething through me. I wanted to feel his arms around me again, but I wanted to feel them around me as he slowly slides his cock inside me. Dear God, I was lost in pure unadulterated lust!

When dad came back around me, thinking that our horseplay was over, I launched myself on him, wrapping my arms around his neck and my legs around his hips, causing him to fall back into the water. I pressed my bikini covered pussy against his groin and felt his soft cock lightly push against me as we went under water, then resurfaced, with the both of us howling with laughter.

I held onto him, feeling the rippling muscles in his back as I felt the warmth of him permeate through me. It was a good thing we were in the water because if we had not, I would be soaking him with the wetness flowing from me. When we stopped laughing, I hugged him tighter and put my head against his shoulder as the waves of electricity ran through my body. Then I felt it.

His cock began to stiffen and grow, brushing against my pussy and causing me to gasp a little, but before anything else could happen, dad quickly pushed me from him and dove under the water, swimming away from me. When he came back up, he was nearly ten meters away treading water, facing away from me and staring off across the lake.

I was not sure how to react then as the desires inside turned to fear that maybe I had made him upset with me, so I turned and walked back out of the water. I went to the picnic table, picked up my towel, wrapped it around my shivering body and sat down trying to grasp a hold of these feelings inside me as I watched him out there in the water.

After about ten minutes, dad swam back, came out of the water, and walked up the beach towards me. I looked at him, but he would not look at me and before I could ask anything, he said, "Look, pumpkin, I am really sorry about that."

"Sorry for what, Dad? Did we do something wrong?"

"God, no, we didn't do anything wrong, or maybe we did, I don't know. All I know is that when you hugged me like that, I nearly forgot who I was for a moment. It's been so long since I have been with a woman and when you pressed against me like that, I got a little too excited and I am sorry for that."

I smiled, but he still could not look at me from the embarrassment he was feeling, so I said, "Dad, there is nothing for you to be sorry for."

"But you're my daughter, for Christ's sake! I should not feel like that! It's just wrong!"

"Dad, stop beathing yourself up about it! Yes, I am your daughter, but you are still a man, and you still have desires. It's not like I am a little girl, either, you know? I am a fully grown adult woman with desires, so maybe I got carried away, too. You are still a very good-looking man, and I guess I got caught up in the moment."

"Pumpkin, it's just not right, though."

I quickly stood up in front of him and said, "Oh, screw what's not right! Did you feel good for a moment out there because I sure felt good with you. What is so wrong with that?"

Dad then looked at me with shock in his face. He probably never expected his daughter to say that as he stood there quiet for a moment, then said, "You really don't think there is anything wrong with having those types of feelings between a father and daughter?"

I shook my head and replied, "No, and if that bothers you, I am sorry for that, but I can't help it. I love you as my father, but I also desire you as a man and I won't feel guilty for it."

He let out a big sigh before saying, "So, are you sure that you are okay with the fact that I got an erection when you hugged me like that?"

I nodded and laughed a little then said, "Oh, I am more than okay with it, Dad, and to be honest, I could not help but get pretty excited, too."

He turned away with a grin and I could see him blush a little, so I took that as an opening and went on to say, "In fact, when I felt you get hard, I could not help but want to see it and to touch it."

I threw caution to the wind and hugged him again, leaning my head into his chest and running my hands up and down his still dripping back. I pressed my body as close to him as I could and once more, I felt his erection. I kissed his chest and slid my hand down between us to find his rock-hard shaft through his swim trunks. I softly rubbed my hand up and down it, as he gasped from my touch. This was happening and he was not stopping me.

I sat back down on the picnic table bench in front of him and pulled hard on the sides of his trunks, but Dad put his hands on mine, stopped me and asked, "Pumpkin, are you really sure about this?"

I looked up at him and said confidently, "Dad, I have never been surer about anything in my life."

He released my hands, and I slid his trunks down to release his manhood that had now sprung free of its confines, bouncing mere inches from my face. Oh my God, his cock was gorgeous! I could barely wrap my hand around his burning flesh, as he groaned, and softly stroked it. I marveled at his length and thickness as my eyes took in all the veins running up and down the slight curve of his glands. I do not think I have ever seen a dick this handsome, this strong and this big in my life!

Dad was easily nine inches fully erect and nearly as thick as my forearm. As I continued to gaze lovingly at his manhood and softly stroke him with one hand, I moved my other hand to gently cradle his heavy ball sack. He groaned more vocally this time, and I could feel the sexual energy in him pulse through his flesh and into my hands. The head of his cock was swollen and purple and begging me to taste it.

There was no going back now, not like I was even thinking it, as I leaned closer and softly kissed the tip of his flesh causing him to nearly jump out of his skin. I could not help but giggle a little in my very naughty way as I backed off a little and looked up at him. Dad had his eyes closed and his breathing was very heavy and erratic. He wanted this as much as I did as he reached out and gently ran his fingers through my hair.

I leaned back in to take him into my mouth but just as I did, a large bead of clear precum flowed out of his little orifice. I stuck my tongue out and dipped it inside, scooping his fluid into my mouth. It was tasteless as usual but the thought of tasting my father's juices, sent me into another realm while tingles of electricity flowed throughout my body and drenching my pussy in wetness.

I opened wide and took as much of his thick cock into my mouth as I could, feeling his bulbous head filling my oral cavity, and pushing back to top of my throat. Dad gasped loudly and now gripped both sides of my head with his strong hands while I held him firmly inside my mouth for a few moments before backing off. I held my hand on his organ where my mouth had stopped and realized that I had barely got an inch passed the head of his massive prick. This was going to be a challenge, but one that I knew I would not fail at.

I immediately went back to work on his throbbing flesh, taking his slowly in and out of my mouth, swirling my tongue around his silky flesh, tasting his manliness as I worked to get more of his cock into my hungry throat. Dad was moaning uncontrollably now and had started to move his hips in perfect time with my own movements, keeping his hands firmly on the sides of my head. He was literally fucking my face now, not mad crazy like some guys that I have been with in the past, but slowly, methodically, and very lovingly. I could tell in that moment, that my own father was an expert lover.

With each thrust of his mighty cock, I felt the thick head of his glands go further into my throat as I began to moan around him. God, I wanted him! I continued to massage his balls with one hand and moved my other hand down, pulled my bikini to the side and started vigorously fingering my sloppy went cunt.

Dad's pace increased a little but was still gentle enough not to be rough with me in any way, as I felt his balls tighten in my hand and his groans of pleasure become even more vocal. I knew it would not be long before he erupted so I moved my fingers harder in my pussy, and grinding my palm against my clit, hoping to cum right along with him.

"Oh my GOD, PUMPKIN, I'M GOING TO CUM BABY!"

In the next instant he roared out his climax as I felt his flesh throb hard and expand even more into my mouth! He then pushed his cock to the back my throat and began pumping his thick creamy fluid into my hungry gullet. He came like a firehose with each pulse sending more of his cum on a direct path to my tummy as I gulped hard to keep up with the flow. There was no way that I was going to spill one drop of his precious seed. The seed that once helped to create me!

That sent me over the edge, feeling my body convulse as my orgasm ripped through me. I groaned and gurgled with my mouth stretched tightly around his cock, his pulsing now ending as the flow of his cum slowed to trickle. He then slowly withdrew his member from my mouth, leaving a trail of his sweet salty fluid across my tongue until the head slid out between my lips and hung down as he began to soften.

My body was still humming as I began to tremble from the aftereffects of climax and the experience of just having sucked my dad's cock or should I say it was more like feasting on him, impaling himself in my throat and drinking every drop of his hot cum!

Dad quickly pulled his shorts up and sat down beside me, pulling me close to him and cradling me just as he did when I was little and had gotten a knee scrape or any other type of hurt.

"Oh my God, pumpkin, I'm so sorry if I was a bit too much for you, but dear God, that was amazing! You are amazing! I may go to Hell for this, but WOW!"

I looked up at my dad and smiled through the haze of my sweet bliss, having tasted the forbidden fruit that was him, knowing full well that yes, we were both going to go straight to Hell, but I did not care one bit. I would roast forever in fire and brimstone before giving up my sins of the flesh and the worst sin of all, enjoying it with my dad.

"Mmmmm, Daddy, you tasted so good, and you have nothing to be sorry for, because I wanted you!"

He smiled back and then leaned down to gently kiss me on the lips. Oh my God, that kiss of his nearly made me cum again! His lips parted mine and his tongue found its way into my mouth to dance the tango with my own. My body trembled more from the waves of pleasure surging through me as we slowly and lovingly made out right there on that picnic table bench like two young lovers.

I knew right then that this was just the beginning of what was going to be a very passionate taboo affair.

***To be continued***