by Edward Adams
I swiped my card at the register, and she handed me the bag.
“There's also some literature in there, and some websites about effective, safe, long-term birth control,” she said. “Have a nice day.”
“I will. Thank you,” I said, trying my best to look nonchalant as I walked away.
The drive home seemed to take forever. When I walked in from the garage, I heard Jamie moving around upstairs. Part of me wanted to just go up there and jump her, but I thought better of it. This will be my daughter's first time, our first time. Better to let things proceed at her pace. Besides, she still has a chance to change her mind, with no REAL harm done, I rationalized.
I was in the kitchen drinking some iced tea when Jamie came downstairs. Her long, curly blond hair framed her pretty face, and she was wearing a white terry-cloth robe. She looked fresh and innocent. “Did you get it, Dad?”
“Yes, baby, I did.”
“Oh, good. So now you can cum inside me, can't you?”
“You won't get pregnant, but are you one hundred percent certain this is what you want?” I asked.
“One hundred percent,” she answered, untying her robe and letting it fall to the floor. My beautiful teenage daughter was naked in front of me.
“Take me to bed. Make love to me,” she murmured, coming over to me and giving me a kiss. “Make me a woman, fill my vagina with your penis and shoot your sperm into me.”
As dirty talk goes, this was pretty clinical, but it had the desired effect. Her words made me horny as hell, desperate to be inside this woman, my virgin daughter, wild with the need to pump her little pussy full of my cum. I held her naked body against me, cupping her pure, perfect ass in my hands and kissing her deeply. She smelled of the cologne I had gotten her for her birthday, and her mouth tasted of her fresh, young sweetness.
“You're getting hard, Dad. Let's go upstairs.”
We did. She grabbed the bag from the d**gstore and went ahead of me, and I stayed back just far enough that I could admire her trim, young ass and catch brief glimpses of her virgin lips peeking at me as she climbed the steps. I was long past the point of debating whether I was going to do this. I was. I was going to fuck my own daughter. I was going to violate her because she said she wanted me to. The only question in my mind was how to make this as pleasurable as possible for her.
When we got to the top of the steps, I reached for her hand. “Jamie,” I said. “Come here.” I pulled her to me and kissed her again. She was ready for a passionate kiss, but my mouth made hers understand that this was a kiss of emotion. “I love you, Jamie,” I whispered when we parted.
“I love you too, Daddy,” she responded. Her blue eyes were searching mine, penetrating me. “I love you so much. Thank you.”
“For what, baby?”
“For today, for everything, for being my father, for loving me.”
“I do love you, sweetie. I really do.”
“Then, make love to me,” she said.
I picked her up and carried her in my arms, like a father carries a sleepy c***d or a groom carries his bride. I laid her on my bed, but her arms stayed around my neck. For the first time, looking in her eyes, I understood that this was the right thing to do. We kissed again, and then I stood to get undressed.
My shirt was over my eyes when I first felt her fingers working on my belt. By the time I had the shirt off, my pants were at my knees, and my daughter was fondling me through my briefs.
“You're so hard, Dad. Your penis is so hard,” she said.
I struggled to kick off my shoes and pants as Jamie pulled my briefs down. The feel of her hands on my cock and balls would have been enough to send me through the roof if I hadn't already cum three times today. Odd. I had felt so guilty jerking off in the shower this morning, pretending that I wasn't turned on by my own daughter. I had felt ashamed when we masturbated each other later, and I was almost disgusted with myself when I came in her mouth. Now, I felt anxious to perform well for her, and proud to be the one she chose to take her virginity.
Jamie slowly stroked my cock and said, “I want this in my pussy. Get in bed, Dad.”
She held my cock as I got in bed next to her. She held it as I kissed her face.
“If I start this, honey, there's no turning back,” I said. “Our relationship is never going to be the same. You will not be a virgin anymore, and you'll always remember who took that away from you. We will both have committed i****t, complete with me shooting my sperm inside you. Everything will change for us. We'll never ….”
Still holding my cock in her hand, she interrupted, “Dad, shut up and fuck me.”
I moved from her face to her neck. I kissed her there, daring to nibble, hopefully not enough to leave a mark. My mouth moved to her shoulder and then across her throat to the other. I could taste her cologne there, sharp and pleasantly bitter on my tongue, but so sweet in my nose. When I first found her nipple, I could smell her sweet pussy, too.
“Oh, Dad, I want you inside me, I need to feel you inside me,” she moaned.
“Not yet. I want to taste you one last time as a virgin,” I said, moving down toward her curls.
“Do you want me to suck on you?” she asked.
“Do you want to?”
“Yes. Yeah, I do. I liked that. And I could tell you liked it!” Jamie smiled.
“Have you ever heard the term 'sixty-nine'?” I asked. “When talking about sex, I mean.”
“Yeah, but I never knew what they meant,.... Oh, I bet I know what they mean, now!” she gasped. “We would sorta do it together, at the same time, right? I'd give you a blowjob while you licked my pussy?”
“Right,” I said, rolling on my back and pulling her on top of me. “Now turn around. Put your knees on either side of my head. I hope you like this.”
The petals of my daughter's sex had already opened by the time she was hovering over me. I felt her mouth on my cock as a drop of her dew fell on my chin. I pulled her to me, grasping her hips to position her for my tongue. The first touch was on the tiny, weeping hole of her pussy. Her taste thrilled me. She shuddered a little, but never stopped bathing my engorged member with her tongue.
Holding her ass cheeks in my hands, I moved her back and forth across my mouth. I hardened my tongue and sc****d it along her center line, from her clit, down her crevice, playing in her moisture, and finally coming to rest on her pink star.
“My God, Dad! What are you doing?” Jamie gasped.
“Don't you like that?”
“Well, yeah, I guess I like it, but it sure surprised me,” she said.
I did it again – started on her clit and worked my way down to her ass. This time, I moved my tongue left and right as I went.
“Oh! God!” was all she said before she plunged her mouth down hard on my cock. She sucked me for all she was worth, enthusiasm more than making up for her lack of skill doing it for only her second time.
After a while, I eased a finger inside her pussy until I felt her membrane, allowing my thumb to rub over her tender sphincter. She seemed to forget about my blowjob, concentrating her energy on her own orgasm. That was all right with me. The sight, sound, and taste of her cumming was almost enough to push me over the edge anyway.
When she gathered herself, Jamie went right back to sucking my cock. The sensation was amazing. I held out through another of her orgasms, but I knew I would join her the next time. “Baby, come here again,” I said.
Jamie released my penis from her mouth, and I lifted her pelvis off my face. She turned and lay on top of me, grinding the wet lips of her womanhood against my shaft as we kissed. I could feel her slippery sex trying to envelop mine. It was time.
I rolled us over so she was on her back, and I was on my hands and knees above her. “Are you ready?” I asked.
“God yes, Daddy. I want you,” she answered.
I lowered myself to her, easing her legs apart, and holding my rigid cock in my hand to aim it. I rubbed against her clit and across her weeping
hole. “Relax, sweetheart,” I said, “I'll be as gentle as I can.”
“I know you will. Just do it, just put it inside me,” she whispered, smiling up into my eyes.
The feeling of her lips parting to admit me was one of the most powerful sensations I ever felt. She was unbelievably tight, slippery, and wet. Her breathing was slow and deep, a relaxation technique she had learned long ago in gymnastics. Slowly, I felt her labia part, and the head of my cock was inside my own daughter.
We had never broken eye contact. If the look on her face didn't tell me everything I needed to know, her kiss did. This was right. This was what we had to do. Over the years, this was the only way we had not explored to show our love for each other.
Carefully, I eased forward until I felt her membrane stretching over the head of my cock. I held myself there, and asked Jamie one last time, “Should I stop?”
“Don't you dare,” she said. She thrust her hips upward toward me, impaling herself deeply on my cock. “Owww,” she whimpered. “It burns.”
“I'm so sorry, honey – I wasn't going to do it that way,” I said as I wiped a tear from her cheek.
She slowly seemed to come to grips with the pain, blinking her moist, wonderful eyes at me. Finally, she smiled, and then she started to ramble. “I was afraid you weren't going to do it at all, Dad, and I just couldn't have taken that, and I wanted you to so much, and I just got to the point where I wanted to learn all about sex, and it's always been just you and me, and I love you so much,...”
My kiss silenced her. It started as a kiss of comfort, and became a deep kiss of fulfilled love. I started to pull out to give her some time to stretch, but she grabbed my hips and said, “No! No! Don't pull out. Then I'll just have to stretch all over again. Please, just hold me.”
I did, kissing her, stroking her face, nuzzling her neck, playing with her hair, and just looking at her. This girl wasn't really my daughter any more. She was the beautiful young woman I was making love with.
Carefully, trying to stay as still as possible inside her, I moved so I could cuddle a breast. Her nipple, already erect, barely gave way as I rubbed my palm slowly over it. When I kissed her this time, I felt her move.
“Oh, my God, I feel so full,” she moaned.
“Good full or bad full?” I spoke into her hair.
“I think good full.” She rocked her hips forward a little. “Yeah, good full. And it doesn't burn as much anymore. Now it's more like a hot tingle.”
I pulled back from her, slowly pulling an inch or so of me out of her. “Is that a good thing?”
“Yeah, it is,” Jamie gasped as I eased back to where I had been.
We took it pretty slowly at first. I did most of the moving. When I got to the point that I was sliding half my length carefully in and out of her, she began to move with me.
“Dad?”
“Yes?”
“Can we go a little faster?
“If you're ready.”
“I think I am,” Jamie said, pulling and pushing a little on my hips to help to guide our rhythm. We fucked like that for a while, still with gentle strokes, at a nice pace I knew I could make last. Then, I felt her quickening, holding me tighter as we coupled.
“Dad? Will you please suck on my boobs again? I think that will make me cum,” Jamie whimpered.
I bent down to kiss and nibble on her nipple again. When I sucked it into my mouth, Jamie started thrusting her pelvis at me a lot harder. I knew she was close, and I wasn't far behind.
“Oh my God, oh my God, oh!” she hissed through clenched teeth, and her body began to writhe under me. When her already tight cunt started milking me, begging for my spunk, I released. It couldn't have been much, but it felt like gallons. As Jamie was coming down from her high, she felt me still twitching inside her, and she clung to me with all her limbs as we kissed.
It took an embarrassingly short time for me to wilt to the point that I fell from her hole. I was spent for the day. I knew it, and my cock knew it.
She rolled on top of me again, and I held her young body tight to me. I cherished this c***d far more than my own life. I had made passionate love to her, and now my jumbled, exhausted mind was trying to make sense of that. I had just had sex with my daughter and had shot my load into her young, and quite possibly, fertile womb.
“You should take your pill,” I said.
“I will, Dad, in just a few minutes. I want a Daddy-cuddle again.”
I was quite happy to hold her, stroking her mane of wild blond hair, damp with the exertion of sex. As she moved against me, burrowing her pretty head into the space between my neck and my shoulder, her poor, battered pussy leaked traces of my cum and her virgin blood onto my hip.
“Are you okay, Jamie?” I asked.
“Yes. It hurt a lot at first, but it got better pretty fast. I guess it won't hurt next time, will it?”
“When you've healed up, it shouldn't hurt at all unless you're really dry down there,” I answered.
“Do you think I'll be healed up by tonight? I want to do this again.”
“Honey,...” I began.
“Don't 'honey' me, Dad. I want to have sex with you again. As soon as possible. I'm going to sleep in your bed with you tonight.”
Jamie took her pill, and we got in the shower again. After everything that had happened that day, the act of bathing nude with my daughter seemed pretty innocent. Hah! What does that say about my moral character?
She must have seen the look on my face. “Dad,” Jamie said, cupping my face with her sudsy hands, “are you all right?”
“I'm the one who should be asking you that, Jamie. Only I can't bear to hear the answer.”
“What do you mean? I'm a little sore, but mainly, I'm just happy,” she said.
“Happy? After what I've done to you? Jamie, I'm such a shit! I've ruined you!”
“Stop it right now!” she said. “You didn't do anything TO me. You did things WITH me. You are not a shit. You are a wonderful, kind, gentle man who I will always love as my father. That hasn't changed one bit. I'm happy, because now, I know what it is to love you as a lover. Ruined me? No, you've made me complete. You've made me a woman, Daddy, and I will always love you for that.”
She came into my arms and held me, this c***d, now a woman, close against me under the streaming water. Maybe we would be okay.
We dried each other off, and I helped Jamie with her hair. She always loved to have me do that. Even as a little girl, when her blond curls would tangle, she wanted me to comb them out and dry them. It was a special time of innocent physical closeness, and somehow, I felt that even now as I worked on my nude daughter's mane.
“What do you want to do for dinner, Dad,” Jamie asked.
“Let's go out.”
“Ooh! Can we go somewhere nice?” she asked. “Some place where we can dress up?”
I thought for a second. “I know just the place. Raphael's.”
“Really? I've seen their ad on TV. I always thought it would be a cool place to go on a date.”
I kicked myself inside. This wasn't how I was used to doing it. I had always wined and dined a girl, and then hoped to get lucky, not the other way around. And this girl was my daughter.
“What's wrong, Dad?”
“It feels pretty strange to be taking my daughter out on a date.”
“Oh, come on. We've done this before. You used to take me on dinner and movie dates all the time.”
“Yes, but it wasn't after a day of having sex together,” I said.
“Dad, it doesn't matter, at least not to me. Now come on. Take me out for a nice dinner. Low lighting, good food. It's about a half hour drive, right?” she asked.
I said, “Will you help me pick out a tie?”
I guess Jamie isn't that much different from any other woman. I had shaved and gotten completely dressed, shirt, pants, shoes, belt, the works. I picked up my suit jacket and pulled three ties out of my closet. “Jamie?” I called.
“Yeah?�
�
“Would you take a look at these ties?”
“Sure,” she answered, appearing at my door moments later. She was still naked, except for tiny pale beige panties that almost disappeared against her, and a pair of high-heeled sandals.
“Honey, I'm almost dressed. As soon as you help me find a tie, I'll be ready to go,” I said.
“I'm just about ready, Dad. Except for the dress and about five seconds on my hair, I'm set to go, too.” She came over to me, her firm pretty breasts hardly bouncing. “This one,” she said, holding a tie against my shirt. Then she walked away.
