by Katie Ayres
“Alana.” My mom’s cool voice drew my attention. “I find it strange that I told you about needing to free his belt so you could get at his balls, but you’re still ignoring them.”
I blinked at her in bewilderment. Balls were balls. The scrotum sacs where the pre–cum and the semen came from. I’d learned that much in biology class. What did she expect me to do with them?
“Watch.” She dropped down beside me and squeezed the base of my father’s cock between her thumb and forefinger. It wilted immediately. Wow! That was a neat trick. I’d never seen anything like it. Daddy’s expression relaxed and his whole body lost its tension.
“How did you do that?” I breathed, eager to know.
Mom grinned. “Ancient Chinese secret. Now, observe.” She lifted Daddy’s balls in the palm of her hand, lightly, as if she were weighing them. Daddy leaned back and kept his eyes closed, content to leave the lesson entirely up to her.
Without touching his cock at all, she began to knead his balls gently in her elegant, well–manicured hands, first one and then the other.
“See what’s happening,” she murmured. His balls seemed to grow bigger but, more to the point, his cock was stiffening again. Mom continued to ignore his penis, though, concentrating all her attention on his balls.
“Sometimes harder, sometimes so light, he barely knows I’m there,” she said, varying her tempo and caresses to show me.
I nodded, watching her closely. It was torture to have Daddy’s cock right there in front of me and not be able to touch it. My pussy was on fire. I was just about to put my hand between my legs to give myself some relief when Mom shook her head, with a stern glare. For whatever reason, she didn’t want me touching myself, either.
“Keep watching,” she snapped, as if I could possibly tear my eyes away. My attention was glued to her hands and what they were doing to Daddy’s balls. Pre–cum leaked out of him as he groaned and shoved himself at her, trying to get her to move her attention from his balls to his cock. If I felt tortured, I couldn’t imagine what he was feeling. Mom was being some kind of witch. I felt so sorry for poor Daddy. I’d almost made up my mind to risk the consequences and take him back in my mouth when Mom moved. Holding her hair back, she leaned over his cock and swirled her tongue around his cockhead.
“Did you see what I just did?” she asked, looking over at me.
“Mom, I’m not blind. Geez. You licked him.”
“Exactly. I didn’t swallow him in one go. I gave him a little taste of what’s coming.”
“Foreplay,” I said to let her know I knew all about it. Sure, it was in the books Belinda and I swapped and devoured whenever we had a spare minute, but I’d always thought of it just as something book characters did. In real life, who had the time to waste?
Mom grinned. “Yes, foreplay. It’s important. Teases the body and teases the mind because it drives your partner wild with wanting and expectation.” Her wet tongue flicked over Daddy’s spongy cockhead again. “Foreplay is the promise of more, and better, to come, but it can also bring on orgasm if you want it to.” All the time she was talking, Daddy’s pre–cum was fountaining out of him in a steady stream.
“Look.” Her thumb and forefinger encircled the base of his cock, squeezed and Daddy sighed as his penis deflated again.
“Do you see how this prolongs the pleasure?” Mom asked.
“Prolongs the torture, you mean. Why not just suck him off and have done with it?”
“Because, my dear, innocent daughter, when your Daddy finally does come, it will be a thousand times sweeter because he’s had to wait for it.” She held his cock loosely in her hand as she talked. “Boys don’t need much stimulation in order to ejaculate. Grown men, like your Dad and the men with whom he does business, do. If you really want to help him, you’re going to have to expand your repertoire.” Her eyes bore into mine.
“I do want to help,” I said, defensively. Of course I wanted to be part of it. I loved cocks, so why not? Plus, what Mom had proposed sounded way wilder and naughtier than the double–dare game Belinda and I had just started to play. I had no idea exactly what helping Daddy meant but I was already imagining wild orgies in dark rooms with paneled walls and gorgeous chandeliers. There would be good wine, too, and lots of it, I was sure. I could totally imagine myself kneeling before a handsome silver fox sitting in a leather–covered wingback chair, smoking a cigar, while I sucked him off in between sips of the sweetest red wine they had in stock.
“Here.” Mom pushed Daddy’s cock in my direction. “Tease and lick first, then suck.”
I did as I was told and our lessons continued late into the night until we were all so exhausted we fell asleep right there on the floor of the family room. I’m sure I had a huge, shit–eating grin on my face all night. I was thrilled to bits. I’d got the cock–squeeze technique down pat and had learned how to lick and suck Daddy’s cock and balls to the point where I’m sure I’m almost as good as Mom. Almost, but not quite. Mom has some years on me and she’s obviously put them to very good use. In time, though, I’d surpass her and my graffiti fame would spread beyond my school and all the way to the Capitol, maybe even further. Mom and Dad had opened my eyes to the power of sex. That was the most important lesson I learned that night. And I swore I’d never forget it.
“Alana.”
“Umph.” I groaned and tried to burrow away from Mom’s voice.
“Wake up.” Her hand shook my shoulder. “It’s almost seven. Today’s going to be a big day so get it started.”
My eyes flew open. I was lying on the flokati rug before the fireplace, naked as a jaybird. For a minute I struggled with confusion and bewilderment. What on earth was I doing there? Why hadn’t I slept in my bed? And then the memories of the night before and everything I’d done with my adoptive parents flooded my mind.
I yawned and stretched, making my boobs jut out. “Hello, Mommy.” I smiled at her but covered my mouth as I got a whiff of my after–morning breath.
“That’s right,” Mom said, rising to her feet. “Always brush your teeth after sucking cock. Cock–breath is a special kind of stinky.”
She wasn’t lying. I got to my feet and she put her arm around my waist as we went out the room.
“Where’s Daddy?” I asked.
“Putting my luggage in the car. I’m leaving now, but I just wanted to say ‘good–bye’ to you first, and ‘thanks,’ too.”
“Oh, Mommy, you don’t have to thank me.” I rested my head on her shoulder. Years ago, Mommy and Daddy had rescued me from what could have become an endless round of foster homes. They’d given me everything I asked for and a whole lot more that I didn’t. Nothing I did could ever repay them for that and never once had they made me feel like I owed them.
“No, really.” We stopped in the foyer and she turned me around so she could look into my face. “We could always have hired Raquel to fill in for me as usual but keeping it in the family is best.” Her eyes searched my face. “Do you know what I mean?”
I took a stab at it. “You’re worried about her and Dad?”
“Precisely. Always remember, darling girl, men love the pussy and their dicks are always fiending for attention. If you’re not around to give it to them, they’ll get it somewhere else and the novelty of new lips and a new cunt might shock them so much they’ll think they’re in love.”
I stared at her, round–eyed.
“Don’t look so surprised, darling. I’m telling you the truth so when you get married you’ll know never to take your husband for granted.” The door behind her opened and Daddy came in. Mom immediately switched the topic. “Daddy will take you to shop for lingerie during your lunch hour.”
I clapped my hands in excitement.
“Not at Victoria’s Secret,” Mom said, quickly. She knew that was my most favorite store in the whole world. “At Eros.”
“Where?” I’d never heard of it. “What’s wrong with Victoria’s?”
“Not a thing,” Dad said,
eyeing my nude body in a way that sent little shivers through me. “But you’re going to be in a different league now.” He tweaked my nipples playfully. “There’s a whole lot more to lingerie.”
“You won’t have much time, though,” Mom said, looking worried. “Something from Huit or Chantelle should do, pretty but sexy. You can wear the dress I’ve laid out on my bed. It was too small for me in the chest and hips but it should fit you perfectly. Thank goodness, I had it. There are some other clothes on the bed for you, as well.” She glanced at Daddy with a half–exasperated, half–rueful smile on her face. “You took so long to agree to asking her…”
“You started buying her what she’d need before I even consented?” Daddy looked astonished.
“I knew you would in the end, Dennis. Especially after I found her diary and showed you what she’d written but, even from before I could see you’d noticed she wasn’t a little girl anymore.”
Outside, a horn honked.
“The taxi driver’s getting impatient,” Daddy said, a hint of irritation in his voice. Mom may have known he’d noticed me but he didn’t like thinking he was that transparent or that he’d been outmaneuvered. I hadn’t seen him noticing. I must be blind. Or, perhaps he was just very good at hiding it. Oh, well, I’d do what I could to make up for lost time.
“Bye, Alana. Take it easy today. I don’t want you too tired to give of your best tonight.” Mom kissed my cheek and gave me a warm hug.
“Bye, lover mine.” She hugged and kissed her husband, pushing her tongue into this mouth. They went at it for a little while, their hips grinding away, but another, longer honk split them apart.
“Bye, bye.” And then Mom was gone in a cloud of perfume.
“Just me and you,” Daddy said, turning to me. “Guess you’d better go and get ready for school.”
“Oh, Daddy. Can’t you and me play hooky just this once and stay home? Umm?” I threw my arms around his neck and curved one leg up around his hip so I could rub my naughty clit against the wool fabric of his trousers.
“Alana, in less than half–an–hour, we’ve got to be out of the house,” he said, not leaving any doubt about who was the adult. “Plus, didn’t Mom tell you she doesn’t want you wearing yourself out today? She wants you to be rested and fresh for the dinner tonight.”
I pouted. “Oh, come on, Daddy.” I passed my hand over his crotch and felt his hard cock. It drove me wild that I could do this, that we’d leapt over an amazing hurdle last night and now I could fondle Daddy’s cock anytime I wanted. “Just touch me a little, please. My pussy’s aching.” It was. I was dying of horniness.
Daddy exhaled heavily and swung me up in his arms. I hummed with pleasure and kissed him as I’d just seem Mom do, sloppily with lots of tongue and saliva. He didn’t seem to mind my breath which had gotten better as I’d talked, anyway. I thought he was going to carry me back into the family room but he strode past it into the kitchen, put me down on the granite countertop, planted himself between my legs and started sucking and licking my cunt.
I leaned back, my legs quivering as his tongue lapped away at me. His hands rose to palm and pinch my nipples and the pain and pleasure made me whimper with longing and satisfaction. I rose on my elbows, lifted my hips and pushed myself into his mouth. I wasn’t expecting what he did next but Daddy worked one finger in my vagina and then slowly pushed it into my ass.
“Ooh,” I gasped in surprise.
‘Relax, darling,” he murmured. “Relax.”
I did my best to allow my anus to go loose, thrilled by the dirty sensation of his finger, going deeper and deeper. None of the boys who’d fucked me had ever done that. Sure, they were willing to ram their cocks up that hole but it had never occurred to them to use their fingers there. Mommy wasn’t the only one with tricks up her sleeve. His finger began to fuck my ass and I rocked my hips to his rhythm.
“Daddy,” I whimpered. My juices ran down my butt cheeks and his mouth made a squelching sound as he slurped at me. “Daddy. Ohh, yes. Ohh.” My body clenched. My breathing quickened. I lifted my hips higher wanting to give him everything, all of me. “Oh, gosh, Daddy.” My body exploded in ecstasy as wave after wave of sensation pulsed through me. And then, as quickly as I’d come, I had to scoot back on the counter because my clit was suddenly so tender and painful I couldn’t take any pressure on it. A light sheen of perspiration coated my small boobs and smooth belly.
Daddy straightened and gave me a wide grin as he ran his tongue around his lips, collecting every last drop. “Now go and get ready,” he said, slapping my thigh. “We’re going to be late.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I said, giggling. I felt so good, like I was in a dream or something, except that it was real. My hot Daddy and I were having sex, not intercourse, he wasn’t fucking me, not yet, that was the final frontier. I was so very glad I’d waited and hadn’t let anybody else take my cherry. It should be Daddy who claimed that piece of me. Him and no–one else. Maybe, somehow, I’d known all along, that things would change like this between Daddy and me and that’s why I’d never allowed any other cock into my cunt.
As I quickly showered and dressed, I felt like I was on top of the world, just bursting with joy and happiness and goodwill towards all, but especially toward my Daddy who had made all, or almost all, of my dreams come true. I grabbed my backpack and hurtled downstairs into the kitchen where Daddy handed me a piece of toast slathered with jam. I wolfed it down with a glass of o.j. and was good to go.
Later, when we were in his Lexus, I told him what I’d been thinking about as I soaped my body.
“You’ll do it, won’t you, Dad?”
“Hmm?” His attention was on the traffic. I put my hand on his thigh, up close to his crotch. His head swiveled toward me. He smiled. “You can’t get enough, can you? I can see you’re going to wear me out.” He chuckled and reached up to tickle me lightly. His fingers brushed my nipple and I felt it instantly in my pussy.
“You haven’t answered my question,” I pointed out.
“I’m sorry. What?” His hand wandered down, over my stomach. He tugged at my skirt and took a quick look at my panties. I opened my legs so he could see. “Oh, Alana. Naughty.” I was panty–less. He slid his finger among my folds then brought his hand to his nose and inhaled deeply.
“Daddy!” Geez, it was almost like he was deliberately avoiding answering me. “You’ll take my virginity, won’t you? I want it to be you. That would be awesome.”
He smiled slowly but didn’t answer straight away, withdrawing his hand from my pussy to maneuver the car through traffic.
“Natalie and I talked about it this morning before you woke up.”
“Oh.” I didn’t like how he’d said that, like bad news was coming.
“A girl’s cherry is the sweetest gift she can give a man.”
“That’s why I want to give it to you. I love you, Daddy.”
“And I love you a thousand times more.” It was what he always said to me but it made me feel very special and warm hearing it after what we’d shared. “But, remember how you’ve agreed to help me?”
“Ye–es.” I hoped like hell he wasn’t about to say I had to give it up to whichever senator I’d be seeing that night.
“Well, who knows? The agreement we’re working on right now is really crucial. If we get it, we’ll be way ahead of the competition and it could mean billions more in profits for our client every year.”
“Billions,” I repeated, awed.
“That’s right but, the firm might have to impress someone very important in order to get it. I want you to hold on to that cherry, baby, all right? Sometimes when money doesn’t talk, pussy does and one as sweet as yours will shout. Loudly.”
I frowned. He was talking Greek, or maybe Mandarin. He grinned at my confusion. “Don’t worry, princess. When the time comes, you’ll know what I mean. And you won’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. I promise you that.”
I shrugged. Now wasn’t the time to ma
ke a big deal out of it but I really, really want Daddy to be the man who takes my virginity. I don’t want it to be some stranger. Oh, well, he’d said I don’t have to do it if I don’t want to so I’ll wait and see. I’d do anything for Daddy, though, so if he really, really wants me to give it up to some old senator I will. I want to be totally at Daddy’s service and, truth to tell, the idea of him offering me to men for sex turns me on like you wouldn’t believe. I’ll admit at first I was shocked, that’s true. But now, oh man, I can hardly wait till tonight. My only trouble will be keeping this a secret from Belinda all day.
As I looked out my window at the people and the shops we were passing, I realized that my life had just gotten a bit more complicated, a lot more pleasurable and sexy but complicated, too. I guess that meant I was really growing up.
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Excerpt:
The morning dragged on but I was able to get through Algebra and History by remembering the feel of Daddy’s cock in my mouth. I couldn’t believe how good his come tasted going down my throat, like cinnamony tapioca. I wondered what the senator’s would taste like and if Daddy would stay in the room while I sucked another man’s penis. The idea of giving a virtual stranger a blow job while Daddy watched turned me on big time.
“Okay, what’s going on?” Belinda, my BFF, pounced while the lunch bell was still ringing in our ears.
“What?” I tried to laugh it off but she’s been my best friend for like forever, almost from her first day at St. Ursula’s Academy. She knows me too well.
“Spill or I’ll double–dare you to suck off Robert Farmer.”
“No!” I punched her hard on her arm. “You wouldn’t.”
“I would.” She had this particular glint in her eyes that signaled she meant what she said.
