by Edward Adams
“OH! Oh God! Oh fuck!” she wailed, arching her back. Her tight little hole was pulsating around my finger as she began hyperventilating. Then she collapsed against me and thrust her tongue into my mouth.
As she relaxed, our kisses became more tender. My hands were stroking and cuddling the soft, smooth skin of my lovely daughter's ass and back. Finally, she pulled back to look at me. A few strands of her wavy blond hair were stuck to her cheek by the sweat of her exertion.
“Do they always feel like that?” she asked. “Are all orgasms that good?”
“I don't know, honey. That looked like a pretty big one,” I said.
“That was amazing. I'm going to want to do that again. Is that what it feels like when you masturbate?”
“Well, of course, we're not built the same, but I think it probably still feels just as good.”
“Can I see it? Can I watch you play with it?”
“Jamie, sweetheart, we shouldn't. It just wouldn't be right.”
“That's not fair,” she said. “You got to see me and touch me. You helped me have my first orgasm. How am I going to learn about guys if you won't let me see you?” She leaned into me for a kiss. “Please, Dad?”
I know I should have pretended to be reluctant, but when her hands grabbed the hem of my shirt, I simply smiled and raised my arms so she could pull it over my head. “You really want to see how a man masturbates?” I asked.
“Uh huh.”
She stayed straddling my thighs, so I just wriggled my sweatpants down a little, enough that the large, wet bulge in my shorts was revealed. She stared at it for a second, and then moved off to the side, grabbed the waistband of my shorts, and yanked everything off me. I was naked in front of my equally naked daughter, my cock twitching and dripping on my stomach.
“Wow! It looks so different from the way it did when I've seen it before. It's so big and beautiful! Show me how you make the sperm come out.”
Just the idea of my beautiful daughter, kneeling naked beside me, her cum drying on my fingers, was so phenomenally arousing that I was sure I wouldn't last long at all. I closed my hand around my shaft, and began to stroke it.
“Is one part more sensitive that the others?” Jamie asked.
“It's all pretty sensitive, but the head is the best. That and the little triangular patch right below the opening where my urine comes out.”
“Here?” Jamie asked, running a finger lightly across that special little spot.
“Oh God, yes, right there,” I moaned as another drop of pre-cum came out to lubricate her finger.
“Oooh, Dad, is that your sperm?”
“No honey, although there's probably some sperm in it. That's what guys call 'pre-cum'. It's a lot like the lubricant your pussy produces.”
“To help prevent any chafing when your penis rubs inside my vagina,” she said, spreading the slick, sticky liquid all over the head of my cock.
“Yes,... I mean, no! I mean, yeah, it's lubricant, but MY penis can't rub inside YOUR vagina.”
“Why not?”
“Jamie, honey, we just can't. That's i****t,” I said. “You shouldn't even be playing with my cock.”
“You played with my pussy. How am I supposed to learn anything if you won't let me do this?”
She pushed my hand away, replacing it around my shaft with her one delicate hand and using the other to fondle just the head of my needy cock. She stroked me gently, the moisture I made allowing her hand to slide the entire length. Her rhythm was slow, hypnotic, exquisite.
“Honey, if you keep that up, my sperm will come out. My semen. I'll have an orgasm.”
“Good. I want to see that,” she said, continuing her slow, gentle strokes.
I tore my eyes away from her hands stroking my cock and looked at her face. Her expression was a combination of determination and pleasure. Seeing the concentration and care my daughter was putting into jerking me off didn't slow me down much. Neither did the rhythmic motion of her firm young tits or the bouncing of her sweet wet pussy as she stroked me.
“Oh, baby, I'm gonna cum,... I'm gonna cum,... there's gonna be a lot of it, oh God!” I moaned.
The first rope managed to escape her fingers and shot high into the air, splattering onto her teenage breasts. She covered the head of my cock with her hand, so that the second, third, fourth, and fifth blasts spewed onto her fingers and down onto my belly. My conscience? Funny, I didn't hear anything thing from it.
“Wow! That was so cool! It got even bigger just before it spurted! That was so awesome!” Jamie exclaimed. She was still stroking me, coaxing the last bit of cum out of my softening shaft.
“Well, now you know about masturbation,” I sighed.
“Yeah, thanks Dad,” Jamie said. “I didn't know it would be that much fun. It's kind of messy, though. I guess I should go clean up. We're all sweaty, and you shot your stuff onto my boobs and my hands, and you have sperm all over your belly. I know! Let's take a shower together!”
“Oh honey, that's not a good idea.”
“Why not? We've seen each other in the shower before. We're naked now. We just masturbated each other. What could happen?”
Hmmm. Let's see. What might happen if I got in the shower with my nubile teenage daughter and helped her wash her lovely young body? What could possibly happen when a mature man and a beautiful young woman are scrubbing cum off each other? My re-hardening cock had some ideas. “I don't know, honey. These are things fathers and daughters just don't do.”
“Please, Dad? I promise I won't tell anyone. I think since we made each other messy, we should help each other clean up,” she said, running her cum-slick fingers over my dick again.
“All right, sweetheart,” I said, giving her a quick peck on the lips. “Let's go get a shower.”
Jamie wiped my cum onto her belly and thighs, and then scrambled off the sofa. “Last one in the shower is a rotten egg!” she teased as she ran from the room.
God, what am I doing?
Our shower was going along very well. My cock was at half-mast, you know, when it has most of its length and girth (so it looks good), but is more or less hanging down. I was almost able to convince myself that this was okay. After all, I'm sure Jamie had seen my cock in this state before when I came into the bathroom in the mornings with half a piss-hard-on. We had seen each other in the shower enough times. It was all good. We were going to be okay.
That was when my daughter grabbed my cock in her soapy little hands and washed it, more thoroughly than she really needed to. I knew what would happen if I didn't distract her. “Turn around, honey. Let me wash your back,” I said, grabbing her gauze bath sponge and her vanilla shower gel as she turned her back to me.
Her wet blond hair lay on her shoulders. I scooped it away and d****d it over her chest, over her firm, beautiful breasts. Squeezing a generous dollop of the creamy white gel (oh God!) onto the sponge, I began to wash her shoulders. With the sponge, I caressed the perfect curves of the smooth skin of her back. Just as I reached her shapely little ass, she spoke.
“What's oral sex?”
I wasn't at half-mast any more. “Where did you hear about that?” I asked.
“Kiersten says her sister does it with her boyfriend. When I asked her what it was, she laughed at me. I mean, I know that 'oral' means mouth, but I don't understand how you can have sex with your mouth.”
“It's, um,.... well,... it's, um,... contact between the mouth of one partner and the genitals of the other,” I stammered.
“Oh.”
It was time for me to get out of that shower. I turned my back to my daughter while I tried to concentrate on drying off. Hopefully, I had another clean pair of bike shorts in my drawer. Maybe two or three pairs.
“Would you hand me a towel?” Jamie asked.
I should have just handed it to her behind my back. But no, I had to turn around. My gorgeous blond daughter stood there, squeezing water out of her hair, the nipples on her beautiful breasts erect in the cool
air, droplets of water dripping from her soft blond curls onto her puffy lips, and trickling down her long, slender legs. My towel tented even more.
“So does that mean you put your mouth on my vagina and I put my mouth on your penis?” she asked.
“Well, yeah, I would lick your pussy, and stick my tongue inside and suck on your clit, and …. I mean, a guy would do that … to a woman. That's oral sex. The proper term is cunnilingus. Some people call it eating pussy.” I was starting to sweat again.
“And what would I do with my mouth on your penis?”
“It's called fellatio, or more commonly, a blowjob. You would … I mean, a woman would lick my … I mean, a guy's penis, and suck on it.”
“Can people have an orgasm like that?”
“Oh yes.”
“What happens to your sperm?” she asked.
Oh dear lord, what am I supposed to say?
“What happens when you cum, Dad?” she asked again.
“Well, sometimes the guy pulls out of the girl's mouth and cums on her breasts or her face.”
“I'd need another shower,” Jamie muttered.
“Sometimes, if the girls wants him to, he cums in her mouth.”
“If you came in my mouth, what would I do then? Swallow it?”
“You could, or you could spit it out. Wait a minute! Honey, you keep saying 'me' and 'you.' We can't do this!”
“Why not? Because it's another thing fathers and daughters don't do?” she asked.
“YES!”
“Well, I want to try it,” Jamie stated.
“NO! We can't!”
“Daaaaadd!” she whined. “You said you would teach me all this stuff!”
“I said I would explain it. I said I would answer your questions.”
“I want to learn. I want to understand how it's done. You can explain all you like, but I'll never really understand until I do it and it's done to me.”
“I know, honey, but, ....”
“Do you want me to look dumb in front of my friends?”
“No,” I said, “but I can't … we can't ....”
“Should I ask some guy I know to teach me? Maybe Brian or Paul?”
“NO!” I almost shouted.
“Well, then?”
“Jamie, honey, look, we just can't do that with each other. Now, please, go put some clothes on.”
“Dad, I want you to teach me. I want you to lick my pussy and I want to learn how to give you a blowjob,” she said in her no-nonsense voice.
Fuck me dead. Obviously, this was something we simply should NOT do, but who was I k**ding? I wanted it so much I could barely stand it.
“Jamie, we can only do this once, understand? And you can never tell anybody. Not anybody!”
“I promise. I know sex is private.”
“Sex is private. This is i****t. I could go to jail if anyone found out, and we wouldn't be able to see each other,” I said.
“I love you, Dad. I would never let that happen. I'll never tell anyone, I swear,” she said.
“Let's go to my room,” I said huskily.
Jamie wrapped her wet hair in a towel turban and practically skipped out of the bathroom. Her ass was a work of art.
She was lying on her back in the middle of my bed, practicing her new-found masturbation skills, when I caught up to her. “Lick me,” she said.
Somehow, I kept my composure long enough to say, “There's more to it than that, honey.”
“What do you mean?”
As I lay down next to her and pulled her into my arms, I said, “I'll show you.”
I kissed her, gently, much warmer than a father's kiss should be (especially since we were naked), but not the hot passionate kiss that you share with a woman just before, or during, actual intercourse.
“Sex is supposed to be a sharing of pleasure,” I said.. “Everything I've done to you today was because of how much I love you. I've tried to give you pleasant sensations, and you've certainly given pleasure to me. Now I hope you enjoy this. I want you to understand that I'm doing this because I love you.”
“I know,” she said, “I love you too.” Placing her hand possessively on my penis, she said, “And I love what you've been teaching me.”
“Sweetheart, you know we can never talk about this to anyone. We probably shouldn't even talk about it to each other after this. This is one lesson and done, all right?”
“I'm not sure one lesson will be enough,” she said, lightly stroking my hard cock and leaning in for another kiss. “I think I'll need some practice.”
“We'll talk about that later,” I said, brushing her hand away. “Right now, I'm going to teach you about oral sex.”
“Okay,” she said.
“Oral sex can be the ending of a session of love-making, or it can be just one step along the way to full-on intercourse. For us, it's going to be the end of our love-making session. That's what I'm going to do with you now, honey, make love.”
“How are you going to do that?” she whispered after another sweet, hot kiss.
“We're going to use what you've learned so far today, and we're going to build on it. Now hush. Just enjoy this,” I said, as I sat up and pulled her to face me.
I removed her turban, and combed out her damp wavy hair with my fingers, just as I had when she was little. She had been a c***d then. Things were different now. I had never seen her as a woman before today. I found myself holding her face in my hands. Her blue eyes were open wide, darting back and forth between mine.
Her lips formed into the needful pout she had perfected over the years, and she said, “Make love to me, Dad.”
“All right.”
I kissed her more passionately, our tongues dancing and sparring with each other. I lowered her to the bed, and then lay down next to her, allowing my one hand to begin to trace random patterns slowly and gently on the delicate skin of her throat and upper chest. When my fingertips first touched her aroused nipple, she gasped in pleasure, “Oh, Dad!”
“I love you, Jamie,” I whispered as I kissed her yet again.
With the softest touch I could manage, I traced all around her aroused bud, feeling the tiny puckered bumps of her little areola around her pencil-eraser nipple. I began kissing my way down from her mouth, and over her soft, young throat.
Her heart was beating rapidly as my kisses rained all over her chest. By this time, she knew I was going to kiss her breasts, and the anticipation was making her squirm. I wanted to lick those nipples, to suck on them, to hold them between my teeth while my tongue played. She had never felt this before, so I needed to make it everything I could for her.
The first contact was the tip of my tongue on her right nipple. She let out a quiet moan. With small, soft strokes, I licked a few circles around her areola, enjoying the way she shuddered and whimpered. Grasping her nipple between my lips, I flicked my tongue over it, slowly, methodically, waiting for her reaction.
“Dad?” Jamie whispered.
“What, baby?”
“I thought you were going to lick my pussy.”
“I'm getting to that. Don't you like this?
“Yes!” she whimpered. “But I'm not sure I can wait. I need to touch myself.”
“No, Jamie, don't. I'll take good care of you,” I said, switching to her left breast.
“I wanna cum again, Dad. I wanna cum.”
“You will.”
Still enjoying her firm young tit, I began to comb my fingers through the short curls on her mound. She parted her legs, inviting my hand to play with the tender skin of her upper thighs. As my fingertips tickled the wet flesh of her outer lips, I wondered if I would be able to resist the urge to fuck her. No! I can't do that. I must not go there. But I am going to make her cum on my tongue.
My fingertips were wet with her moisture. I had to taste them. Mmmm. Delicious. Sweet, hot, fragrant -- dear God, I wanted to eat her so much! Reluctantly leaving her breasts behind, I trailed a line of kisses down her taut belly. My conscience
tried to remind me that I used to kiss this belly when we roughhoused, when I would hold my little girl and tickle her and give her raspberries on her c***d's abdomen. Had that really been so long ago?
Her aroma helped me to ignore reason and morals. It was time to do this, and do it right.
I moved down in the bed, between my daughter's smooth, shapely legs. When had they become this beautiful? They spread on their own accord. I stared at her sex, swollen now with her need. God, she was wet! My cock was screaming at me that it needed to be buried inside her, and I almost gave in. No, dammit! This is supposed to be about her! I'm supposed to be teaching her what it feels like to have a tongue in her cunt.
