dad i have a question

“Dad, I Have a Question.”

This is the story of a man and his curious teenage daughter, and his efforts to answer her questions about human sexual arousal and response. Although he attempts to explain things to her, she prefers a “hands-on” approach to learning.

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“Dad?” my daughter asked, as she handed my car keys back to me.

“What, sweetie?”

“Can I ask you a question?”

“Sure.”

“It's kind of embarrassing,” she said.

“Jamie, you know you can ask me anything. What do you want to know?”

“I asked my friends Melody and Kiersten, and they just laughed at me. I don't know who else to ask,” she replied.

“Then ask me. If I know the answer, I'll tell you. If I don't, we'll do some research to find out,” I said.

“Promise you won't laugh at me?”

“Why would I laugh? If you don't know something, one of the best ways to find out is to ask. What's your question?”

She took a big breath, as though she were gathering her courage. “Well, why do I get a tingly feeling sometimes in my,... my,... um,... my vagina? Why does it sometimes get wet and slippery?”

Oh shit. Now what? This is where my ex would have been useful. I've tried to help my daughter understand as much about her body as I can. I was okay with the basic birds-and-bees talk. Years ago, I had explained to her about menstruation and the physical changes her body was going through as she changed from a girl to a woman. I thought I had pretty much covered everything. She was fully prepared when she got her first period. She knew how babies are made, how a male's sperm gets to a female's egg, how a baby grows in the uterus, and how it is born. I had taken her shopping for bras and panties, coached her on how to keep herself clean and how to deal with her cycle, and all the rest.

It had always been just my little girl and me, since her bitch of a mother walked out of our lives when Jamie was still an infant. That's why my daughter and I are so close. I was the one who fed her, changed her diapers, bathed her, rocked her to sl**p, helped her learn to ride a bike, treated her sc****s and bruises, and taught her how to drive a stick shift. We've always enjoyed our time together, and she's the kind of k** who's eager to learn new things.

Being a single parent has always been hard, and friends had told me that dealing with a teenage girl would be a chore. Jamie's a good k**. She seems to have a lot of friends, and she's been allowed to go on dates for a whike, but for some reason, she doesn't seem to get asked much. As a result, I assumed she was pretty innocent sexually. I realized we had discussed nothing about the signals her body would give her about her sexual desires. Now she's asking me why her pussy gets wet and tingly. Oh, this could get awkward!

“When does this happen to you, honey?” I asked.

“I don't know. I guess when I see a cute guy, or when I watch people kissing and stuff on TV. It was pretty bad last week at the pool when Brian and Paul were hanging out with me. My vagina tingled so much I didn't know what to do. I sorta wanted to rub it, but I kinda figured I shouldn't do that in front of people.”

“That was good thinking, honey. It's just like when you get a wedgie. You find some private place to fix your underwear so you don't have that feeling.”

“Is it wrong to want to rub myself?” Jamie asked.

“No, not at all. But it's something you should do in private,” I replied.

“But why does it get all wet and slippery?” she asked.

“Well, honey, your vagina produces a kind of moisture that acts as a lubricant.”

“You mean like oil or grease?”

“Yes, exactly.”

“Why?”

Damn. I guess I should have known this day would come. What do I say?

“The tissues inside your vagina are very delicate. They would get chafed if you didn't have that lubricant.”

“Oh,” Jamie said.

I prayed the conversation would be over when she went silent. My prayer was not answered.

“What would chafe them? Doesn't chafing happen when something rubs against you?” she asked.

“Yes.”

“So what would rub the inside of my vagina? Oh, wait, I know. A penis.”

“Yes, a penis, or anything else that might go in there.” As soon as the words were out of my mouth, I knew that comment would bring more questions.

“What else can go in there, Dad?”

“Um, well,.... Honey, did you ever hear the word 'masturbation'?”

“Isn't that what a guy does when he plays with his penis?”

“Yes.”

“Why do they do that?”

“Because it feels good.”

“Do you do it?” she asked.

I knew having such an honest relationship with my daughter would backfire sooner or later. “Yes, honey, I do sometimes.”

“How do you play with play it?”

“I sort of stroke it and rub it with my hand.”

“Does it feel good?” she asked.

“Well, yeah. Otherwise I wouldn't do it.”

“Do you get an erection? I've seen drawings of that in class.”

“Um, yes,... yes I do.”

“Do you ejaculate?” my daughter asked.

“Yes.”

“Will you show me how you do it?”

“Jamie! Honey! No, I can't do that!” I nearly shouted.

“Why not?”

“Because it's a very private thing!”

“Going to the bathroom is private, and we've done that in front of each other.”

“That's different. Sometimes you're in the tub and I need to use the toilet, or I'm shaving and you need to pee. We only have one bathroom, and we're f****y, so we just do it.”

“Yes, and so you've seen my vagina and I've seen your penis . So why won't you show me how you play with it?”

“Because it's sexual, and that would be bad.”

“But Dad, you told me sex was a beautiful thing.”

“Yes, but it's for people who love each other.”

“WE love each other. I love you, and you love me, so that should make it beautiful, right?”

“Sex is wrong when it involves f****y, honey. That's called i****t, and it's wrong and it's against the law.”

“You're not making any sense. When you and Mom got married, that made you into a f****y, didn't it? You had sex with Mom. That's how I got here. That's how all k**s get here. Having k**s isn't i*****l.”

“No honey, it isn't. It's a wonderful thing. But having babies and having sex is for adults, for men and women.”

“You tell me I'm a young woman.”

“You are, honey, but you're also my daughter. Fathers can't do sexual things with their daughters. Now let's not talk about this any more.”

She sat there with a pout on her face, but said nothing. The silence was uncomfortable, but I must have projected enough of my own guilt onto her that she dropped the subject. Her good-night kiss to me was a little cooler than normal. This was the first time I felt I had let my daughter down.

The next morning, Jamie came to breakfast still wearing my old t-shirt that she likes to sl**p in. I guess she's grown a lot since she first appropriated it. It used to hang flat on her body and to come down to just above her knees. It wasn't that way now.

“Good morning, honey,” I said cheerfully.

“Morning,” she mumbled as she began to munch on a piece of toast.

Normally, Jamie was full of sunshine and energy in the mornings, talking like mad. Today, she was quiet and withdrawn.

“Are you okay this morning, honey?” I asked. “You're awfully quiet.”

She didn't answer for a moment. Then she put her toast down and said, “Girls do it too, right?”

“Do what?” I asked.

“Masturbate.”

Oh, fuck, here we go again. “Yes, they do, honey.”

“Why?”

“To make themselves feel good.”

“What do they do?

“Um, well, they rub themselves, you know, down there.”

“How?”

I could feel myself sweating a little. This was something I simply never considered having to talk about with my daughter. It didn't help that I could see the shape of her nipples under that well-worn old shirt. “Well, they use their fingers and rub around the vaginal opening,” I answered.

“I tried that last night when I went to bed,” she said. “It felt good, but it wasn't great or anything. I texted Melody and Kiersten and they made fun of me. They said I mustn't have done it right and didn't have an orgasm. They said I'd know it if I had. How am I supposed to know what that feels like? And what did you mean last night about other things going in there?”

She was obviously upset, which made me feel guilty as hell. Why didn't I think about explaining this to her earlier, so she would have been prepared? Thank God it was a Saturday. I could spend as much time as necessary with her today. We needed to have a serious talk. Part of me wanted to get out of my chair to give her one of the cure-all hugs that worked so well when she was younger, but my guardian angel reminded me that I was suddenly halfway hard.

I stayed seated at the table. “Honey, look at me,” I said. “I want to help you through this. Let me think for a minute about how to explain it all.”

“I just have so many questions, so much I don't understand,” she said quietly, looking down at her plate. “Sometimes I think I know so little that I don't even know what to ask.”

“All right. Do you have anything you have to do today? Going to the mall or a game with the girls, or something?” I asked.

“No.”

“Well, neither do I. We're going to spend the whole day together, my best girl and me, and we're going to figure out those questions and answer them. Okay?”

Jamie smiled at me, the first smile I had seen on her normally bright face today. “Okay.”

We chatted about mindless things as we ate, and then Jamie and I washed the dishes together. She managed to splash a fair amount of water on her shirt. For some reason, I hadn't registered how well-shaped her breasts had become. Sure, I had caught glimpses of her in the tub or getting dressed over the years, but I had never really LOOKED at her. This time, I was.

The task at hand, discussing who knows what questions about human sexual response with my beautiful, shapely young daughter, suddenly seemed like it could be hard. Very hard. Holding-a-throw-pillow-in-my-lap hard.

“Snap out of it, asshole!” my conscience yelled at me, as it delivered an imaginary swift kick to my ass. “That's your daughter! Pull yourself together and deal with it like the good father you are.”

Sound advice. Yes, I can do this. I've potty-trained this k**. I've explained love and loss, happiness and sadness, success and failure. I've done everything all the parenting books tell you to do when it comes to teaching an adolescent, and I think I've done it better than the public school system could ever hope to. Now she wants to know more. Well, better to discuss it with her old man than with a couple of possibly ignorant teenage girls.

I said, “Go take your shower. Let me know when you're out of the bathroom so I can clean up, too. We'll meet in the living room in half an hour for question and answer time. If I don't know something, we'll research it together. I don't want you to be uncomfortable because you don't know about things. Deal?”

“Deal. Thanks, Dad,” Jamie said. “You're the best.” Then she kissed me on the cheek and bounced out of the room.

The feel of her breast against me when she kissed me made me realize again how difficult it might be to get through this part of parenting while still maintaining my composure. When Jamie was done in the bathroom and I got my shower, I shot a huge load into the tub drain. I lied to myself about the identity of the girl I fantasized I was fucking.

I dressed in elastic bicycle shorts (to try to keep things under control), loose sweat pants, and a t-shirt. I went to the living room, and a moment later Jamie appeared, wearing a short skirt and a loose tank top. It looked like she wasn't wearing a bra. She flopped down on the sofa next to me and snuggled up against me. Yeah, this was going to be a challenge.

“Okay, honey, what do you want to know?” I asked.

“Everything, I guess. I mean, I know how people make babies and the process of sexual intercourse and all that, but I don't understand anything about how my body is supposed to react. Like, what am I supposed to feel?” she asked.

“Well, um, it's supposed to feel good. But you should think very long and hard before you have sex with anyone. See, guys have a problem, especially young guys. They tend to want sex all the time, and sometimes they don't make wise choices about it. Sex should be between two people who care about each other, who love each other. After all, there are all the diseases out there, and there's the chance that the girl can get pregnant, so it's a big responsibility. Even if everyone is healthy, a baby should have both a mother and a father there to raise them,” I said.

“I didn't have a mother to raise me, and I think I'm growing up okay,” Jamie said.

“You're growing up fine, honey, but it's been tough for me, sometimes, to do the things for you that a mother is better suited to do.”

“I can't imagine what Mom could have done better than you,” she said.

“She could have taught you things about your body and the changes it's gone through.”

“You mean about my period, and my breasts growing, and getting hair down there and stuff?”

“Exactly.”

“But you explained that to me. I was all prepared when my first period started. Heck, I was the one who had to tell Melody what was going on when she got hers. She thought she was dying or something, 'cuz her mother didn't tell her anything. I was the one who had to take her to the school nurse to get supplies her first time. So I think you've done a really good job,” Jamie said as she hugged my arm.

Damn, I could feel her breasts against me again.

“So, can you tell me what it is you want to know?” I asked.

“I don't know. I guess I just want to know more about why my body feels the way it does sometimes,” Jamie said.

“Can you give me an example?”

“Well, like, why do my nipples get hard?”

Shit. Do I really have to do this?

“I guess there can be a number of reasons. One, which I'm sure you've noticed, is when you're cold. Most people get hard nipples when they're cold. It's sort of like really big goosebumps,” I answered.

“But sometimes they get hard when I'm not cold,” Jamie said. “Why is that?”

“Your nipples can get hard when you're, um, excited, too.”

“You mean like when I'm happy about something? I haven't noticed that.”

“Well, no, I mean when you feel good.”

“I don't understand,” Jamie said, fixing me with her bright blue eyes and playing with a lock of her wavy blond hair.

“Do your nipples get hard when you kiss a boy?” I asked.

“I've only kissed a few boys. I'm not sure I like it,” she said.

“Really? Why not?”

“I don't know. Just nervous, I guess. I'm afraid I'll do something wrong. I mean, I've seen the way they kiss in the movies and stuff, but I'm just not sure what to do. Like, am I supposed to use my tongue?”

“Tongue kissing can be very nice. It's more intimate and sexual than kissing with the lips closed, so it's not something you should really do in public or with someone you don't like a lot,” I replied.

“Tongue kissing is the same thing as French kissing, right?” Jamie asked.

“Yes.”

“I don't know how to do that. Will you show me how to French kiss?”

“Oh honey, I don't know ....”

“Dad, come on! I really want to know, and you said you would help me,” she whined.

I sat there looking at my lovely blond daughter, so much more a woman than a c***d now, so pretty, so desirable, her full, soft lips looking moist and ready, her big blue eyes looking worried, and her breast pressing against my arm. I really did want to kiss her, and not like a father should. “You realize, honey, that this is something fathers and daughters don't normally do.”

“Okay.”

“This must remain strictly between us. You can't tell Melody or Kiersten or anyone about this,” I said.

“I won't. Now please, Dad, teach me how to kiss.”

I was sweating. A big part of me wanted to run from the room, but a part of me that was getting bigger wanted me to stay right there.

“Not a word,” I said as I stroked my fingertips along Jamie's jaw.

“I swear,” she said, her gaze flicking back and forth between my eyes.

“Okay, follow my lead,” I said, lowering my lips to hers.

The first kiss wasn't much more than our usual pecks on the lips that we exchanged from time to time. I held it longer than usual, but I was doing all I could to exercise some restraint. When I pulled back, she said, “That was nice.”

“It was,” I agreed, leaning in to kiss her again.

This time, my hand went to her shoulder to pull her in a little closer. Still with our lips closed, we kissed a few times. Her hand strayed up to caress my hair. Oh dear lord, what am I getting myself into?

“Relax your lips,” I breathed, as I allowed just the tip of my tongue to touch them. I could feel a slight shiver run through her body as my tongue first tasted hers.

I pulled back to look at her again. “How was that?” I asked.

“I want to do it some more,” she murmured, placing her lush lips against my mouth. This time, it was her tongue that darted tentatively against mine.

When we broke apart, I saw that the worried look in her beautiful eyes had been replaced by one of pleasure. We pulled each other together, and I sucked her lower lip between mine. I felt her breath quicken with my gentle suction, and when I released her, she let out a sigh.

As we kissed again, her tongue parted my lips, and reflexively, I gently sucked on the tip of it, pulling it into my mouth. When I did that, I heard a soft moan come from her, and both her hands gently held my head in place. We enjoyed this kiss for a while, our tongues dancing softly against each other.

I looked carefully at my daughter. Her face was a little flushed, her eyes were wide and sparkling, and her pouty lips stayed slightly parted. My cock was like a steel rod.

“Now my nipples are hard,” she breathed. “Look.”

I did. She pulled her top tight against herself, answering my question about a bra, and allowing me to see the pebbles under her shirt. They looked wonderful

“Why did they get like that?” she asked.

“Remember, I told you that can happen when you're excited?” I reminded her.

“Oh, yeah,” she said, running her fingers gently across them. “It feels good when I touch them.”

“Guys like to touch them too,” I said. What the hell made me say that?

“Do you want to touch them, Dad?”

The rational part of my brain was screaming “NO!” but other parts of me were yelling, “Hell, yeah!”

I struggled to get the words out, “I don't thinkt I should.”

“Why not? If guys like to touch them, and you're a guy, why don't you want to touch them?”

“I'm your father, baby.”

“Yes, and I feel safe with you. I love you.”

“But it wouldn't be right.”

“Why?”

“Because you're my daughter.”

“Are you saying this is another thing fathers and daughters don't normally do?”

“Yes,” I said.

“I don't care. I want you to touch them. Please, Dad, I swear I won't tell.”

The excited little voice in my head that was controlled by my crotch was saying, “Play with her tits, man! What's wrong with you? She asked you to!”

Jamie pulled away from me for a moment, long enough to pull her tank top off. Her beautiful breasts were exposed to me. I had seen them often enough before, but not after having shared some passionate kisses with her, and not with my cock straining in my pants. Seemingly of its own will, my hand moved up to surround her one breast. When my fingertips passed over her erect nipple, Jamie gasped and kissed me hard.

“Oh, Dad,” she sighed as I caressed and fondled her firm, young tit. “That's making my vagina tingle. I'm getting wet.”

“Do you like that, honey?” I asked, still massaging her nipple.

“Yes, I do,” Jamie sighed. “Play with the other one, too.”

I started fondling both her breasts, kissing her from time to time. My God, I was holding my topless teenage daughter, making out with her, and fondling her nipples. I was going to need some quality time with my right hand when we were done.

Jamie moaned into my mouth when I began to roll her one nipple gently between my thumb and forefinger.

“Dad,” she breathed, “I want to touch myself.”

“Go right ahead, honey. If you're turned on, now is the perfect time to do it. I'll just go and ….”

“No, stay here and kiss me some more. I don't care if you see me do it.”

She stood up and pulled off her skirt, and then sat down next to me again, her heels on the edge of the seat cushion and her legs apart, and began to stroke herself over her damp yellow bikini panties. I had no idea my cock could get this hard.

Between kisses, I watched her play with her little pussy through the fabric. She started out slowly, rubbing her fingertips over her lips, and gradually speeding up, pressing her middle finger into the cloth and forcing it a little way into her opening.

“Play with my boobs again,” she said.

I was happy to. It kept my hands occupied, hands that wanted to play with both her and myself.

Jamie was sighing by now, her slender hips rocking slightly in rhythm with her fingers playing with her sex. The crotch of her panties was damp, and I could smell her arousal. Damn! All I wanted to do was pull those panties down and off her long legs so I could plunge something inside of her, like my fingers, my tongue, or my throbbing cock.

“Oooh, that feels so good,” she said into my mouth. “But it feels like something more should happen.”

“Try rubbing a little higher, at the top of your slit. That's where your clitoris is,” I said. “Most people call it the clit.”

“Where?”

“Right here,” I said, taking her hand in mine and moving her middle finger around where I knew her most sensitive spot must be.

“Maybe I should take my panties off.”

I was about to say something about how I should leave the room again, but she had already sprung to her feet and pulled her soaked panties off. She looked at me and smiled, and then climbed onto the sofa straddling my legs. Her cute little ass rested on my thighs.

“Now show me again,” she said.

“Here,” I said, placing her finger on top of her button. “Rub all around here. Not too hard, or you'll get sore.”

I removed my shaking hand from hers, and started playing with the trimmed soft blond curls that decorated her mound. She went back to work sawing on her little clit.

“This feels so good, Dad,” she breathed, latching onto my mouth for the hottest kiss yet.

I watched her for a while. I could see that she just wasn't doing it quite right, and her poor clit was getting red. “Honey,” I said, “move your finger down over the entrance of your pussy to make it wet. That way you can glide it smoothly over your clit. Then use you other hand and try sliding a finger inside you. Not too far, just a little bit.”

She slid her finger down and played in the wetness that was there. Her slippery finger slid back up onto her swollen button as she teased her opening with her other hand.

“How does that feel, sweetie?” I asked.

“Oh, God, that feels so good! I just keep getting wetter and wetter!” she whimpered.

Unbelievable. I'm sitting on the couch with my naked teenage daughter straddling me, kissing her, playing with her tits with one hand and her pubes with the other, while she fingers herself. I could feel an actual trickle of pre-cum moistening my shorts.

“What's happening to me?” she gasped.

“You're getting ready to have an orgasm, baby. You're going to have kind of a rush of really good feeling, better than anything you've ever felt. You're going to cum,” I explained, still rolling her little nipples between my fingers.

“It feels like something big is going to happen,” she said, clenching her teeth.

“Relax, baby, let yourself go,” I said, kissing her yet again.

“I can't take it anymore!” she whined. “Help me, Dad!”

I didn't even think about it at the time. My one hand went down to squeeze her perfect little ass as my other hand slid over her drooling pussy. I worked my middle finger inside her until it touched her hymen, and then began stroking her clit with my wet thumb.

“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 s****r 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.

She gasped when I first kissed her knee, and her legs opened even further. I licked a path from her knee, up the inside of her thigh, almost to her pussy, and then repeated the action on her other leg. Then I licked and kissed along her tan line, from just above where her beautiful curls started, over to her hip bone where the pale skin dwindled to almost nothing, and then down the valley between her thigh and her pussy lip.

“Oh, God, Dad!” she whispered.

I did the same thing on the other side, and then pulled back to look at her. She was holding her head up off the pillow and biting her lower lip. Her luscious breasts were rising and falling on her chest with her breathing. As her eyes met mine, she shuddered. I looked down to see a droplet of her moisture ooze slowly from her opening, and start to move toward her little pink star. Quickly, I bent down to lick it up. Nectar from the gods.

“That feels so good,” she murmured.

Slowly, I licked her outer labia, teasing her, making her want more. At the bottom of every stroke, I could taste her juice, and at the top, her little clit had abandoned the shelter of its hood. Her breathing was turning into a series of small, sensuous moans.

It was time to get serious about this. With my fingertips, I gently pulled her puffy outer lips apart to allow me to taste her center. Starting just ahead of her pretty little pucker, my tongue traveled the length of her slit, veering slightly off-center at the top, to lick around her clit. Every time I did it, I moved my tongue a little deeper, a little faster. She was moving with me now, her hips undulating in time with my mouth's work. When she got louder and more f***eful with her movements, I grabbed her clit between my lips and pushed a finger partway inside her until I felt her barrier, and then stroked her little hole as I flicked my tongue rapidly over her pleasure nub.

There was a sharp intake of breath, and then she wailed, “Daddyyyyy!” just before going rigid. Her tight pussy clamped down on my finger as her juices seeped out around it. She began bucking wildly, throwing her head back and forth on my pillow. I had made my little girl cum again.

The part of me that saw Jamie as a beautiful sexual woman wanted to stay between her legs to lick her again and again, just so I could make her cum some more. The part of me that loved my c***d as the most precious life in the world urged me to hold her, to comfort her, to kiss her, and to celebrate with her the pleasure her young body had just experienced. I moved back up in the bed and held my trembling daughter close. She rested her head on my chest, waiting for her breathing to calm.

After a few minutes, she moved back so she could look at me.

“That was the most awesome thing ever. I mean, I thought it was good when you played with my pussy before, but this! Is it always that great, or are you just really good at it?” she giggled.

For the first time since she had walked in the door the night before and asked me the question that, somehow, led us here, I felt proud of myself.

“I've done this before, honey. I really like giving oral sex, especially to a beautiful girl like you. I've never had any complaints.”

“Well, you're not gonna hear any from me either! You can do that to me again any time you like!”

It damn near killed me to say it. “Jamie, I told you this was a once and done thing. We can't do this any more.”

“Nooooo!” Jamie whined. “I'm gonna want you to do that to me again. Pleeeease?”

“Jamie,...” I began. She interrupted me with a kiss.

“Is that what I taste like?” my daughter asked.

“Yes. I think it tastes good.”

“It's okay, I guess. What does a penis taste like?”

“I don't know, sweetie. I've never tasted one.”

“But you've kissed a girl after she's sucked it, haven't you?”

“Well, yes.”

“So, does it taste okay?”

“Um,.. I guess so.”

“Well, I'm going to find out. Teach me how to give you a blowjob, Dad.”

“Jamie, I can't. You're my daughter. You're my little girl.”

“Yes, and I just had an orgasm with your finger in my pussy and your tongue on my clit. You said you'd explain about oral sex, so explain to me how to make you cum in my mouth,” she said.

“Honey,....”

“Don't 'honey' me, Dad. I want it. Your penis tells me you want it. I'm going to do it to someone sooner or later, but I want you to be the first, 'cuz you'll tell me how to do it right.” She turned in the bed so her face was inches from my straining cock.

It wasn't that hard to beat my conscience into submission.

“Okay, baby. There's really no right way or wrong way to do this, as long as you're careful with your teeth. The skin on a penis is very sensitive. It's pretty easy to hurt it if your teeth sc**** across it.”

“All right.” She stroked my cock with her fingertips. “What should I do with it?” Jamie asked.

Damn. We were really going to do this.

“Hold it in your hand and point it toward your mouth. You can start by licking the head, or up and down the shaft. Then open your mouth and work it in. Lick while you do it if you can. Then move your mouth up and down and suck.”

“Okay. I hope I do this right.” Her small hand stroked me lightly. “Will you hold my hair back? I want you to be able to see what I'm doing so you can tell me how to make you feel good.”

The very first touch of her tongue to the head of my cock was answered by an ooze of pre-cum. She grinned at me and licked it off. It sounded like she said something about it tasting good, but it was hard to hear her over the pounding of my own pulse. She did it a few more times, flicking her tongue across the tip, then swirling it around. She paused to smile at me.

“Is that okay, Dad?”

It took me a second to even realize she had spoken. “It's wonderful,” I gasped.

She ran her tongue around the rim of my helmet, then down the underside of my shaft to the base. When she came back up, she pursed her lips into a kiss, allowing a fraction of an inch of the head between them as her tongue teased it, much as she had done to my own tongue an hour, or a lifetime, ago. Then she tilted my cock a little to the side, and ran her tongue up and down the length, doing her best to wrap it around my girth.

“Put it in your mouth now, honey,” I said.

“Okay.”

She opened wide, extended her tongue, and moved onto me. When she had taken a few inches, she closed her lips tight, trapping me against her tongue. Slowly, she eased back until I popped out from between her lips.

“Am I doing it right?”

“Oh, fuck, yes!” I gasped.

She took me in her mouth again, holding me by the base, so that my entire cock was sheathed in her tissues. This time, she bobbed up and down on me, using her hand as a guard to keep her from taking too much. Every time she pulled back, she would stop, resting the tip of my cock on her lower lip and licking as much of it as she could. After a dozen or so slow strokes, she came up for air. “Does that feel good, Dad?”

“Honey,” I panted, “that feels great.”

She giggled. “You have that cute look on your face again.”

“What do you mean?”

“I saw it in the living room earlier when I was stroking you. That look you got about a minute before you exploded all over the place,” she giggled.

“I'm getting there.”

“Good. I'm going to swallow it,” she said, lowering her lips to envelop me again.

This was going to be the third time I'd cum today, all because of my daughter. My daughter! The evil part of me wondered how many more times I'd wind up trying to cum today.

“Jamie?” I wheezed.

“Mmmmm?” she said, bobbing up and down on my shaft.

“I'm going to cum real soon.”

Her blue eyes sparkled at me with her smile. She had really learned how to use her tongue as she sucked me.

The first pulse of my semen surprised her, I think, but she managed to swallow it. There was more. I could feel it rushing out of my cock and onto her quivering tongue, finally leaking out of the corners of her mouth. When I was done, she pulled back carefully and smiled, keeping her lips closed as her throat worked to swallow. My God.

“Wow! That was a lot!” she exclaimed.

She licked her lips, and then scooped up a drip from her chin. She held it on her finger and studied it, and then sucked it into her mouth. “I kinda like the taste,” she said.

My exhausted cock managed to expel one more drip. Jamie licked it off, and then used her fingers to clean and eat the few drops that had dribbled to her breasts.

“Okay, Jamie, honey, now you know about oral sex. Please, baby, you can't tell a soul about this,”

“I know, Dad. I promise. I would never do anything to break us apart.”

“Good. Now please put some clothes on.”

“Can I relax here for a while? I kinda want a Daddy cuddle like when I was little.”

Maybe we would be okay. She lay against me, her head on my shoulder and her arm across my chest, just like she used to do as a c***d on a lazy Sunday afternoon. The big difference was that we were naked now, traces of each other's cum on our chins.

I woke up a few hours later. Jamie hadn't moved much. Her head was still cradled against my shoulder, but her hand was now resting on my flaccid cock. I turned my head to look at her, and realized she was awake.

She said, “Are you hungry? It's the middle of the afternoon.”

“Yeah, I guess I am.”

“Let's get dressed and make something to eat. Then I'd like you to run an errand for me.”

“What's that?” I asked.

My daughter said, “I've heard about the 'morning-after pill'. Can you get me one? I have another question.”
chapter begins, the girl, a senior in high school, approached her father with some frank questions about sex.

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My daughter said, “I've heard about the 'morning-after pill'. Can you get me one? I have another question.”

“Jamie, no! I can't do that!” I said.

“Do you want to take a chance of getting me pregnant?” Jamie asked.

“Of course not,” I answered, “but honey, that's not the point....”

“Dad, look. I know this is all strange for you. It's strange for me. I've never done anything with a guy before. I've never let a guy put his fingers in my pussy, or suck on my breasts or my clit. I've never had a real orgasm, let alone with a guy, until today.”

“I feel so guilty about all that.”

“Why?” my daughter asked. She rolled her naked body partially on top of mine, resting her smooth thigh against my cock. “Why? I wanted it.”

“Yes, but still,....”

Jamie kissed me. “I know, Dad, I know. 'Fathers and daughters don't do this kind of thing.'”

“Exactly!”

“Well, we just did do that kind of thing, Dad. I'm naked in your bed with you. I've masturbated in front of you, you helped me reach my first real orgasm, I made you cum all over my hand and my boobs, you licked my pussy, and I gave you a blowjob and swallowed when you came in my mouth. What's the next logical step? I want to learn from you!”

“Jamie, I can't actually have sex with you. You'll never forgive me if I take your virginity. I've already damaged you for life.”

“Dad, listen to me. I WANT you to take my virginity. I want it, Dad. I want to become a woman. I want to feel a penis inside me. And I want it to be yours. Please? I love you!”

“I love you too, Jamie. Very much. You know that, baby, don't you? That's why I'm not sure I want to do this with you.”

Jamie ran her fingers down my body until she touched my cock, which was very hard, again. “I'm pretty sure you want to do this with me. Your penis is telling me that,” she said, kissing me again. “I want you, you want me, we love each other, and the pill will keep me from getting pregnant. Don't get condoms. Get the pill, so I can feel you shoot your stuff inside me.”

“If anyone finds out, I'm dead. We're dead. Our life together is over. I want to make sure you understand that.”

“Dad, it's okay. I know. There's a big risk in this for me, too. Who would want to be seen with the town slut?” she said, gently fondling my cock and balls.

The town slut – what a horrible name for one's own daughter! I would kill anyone who called her that, and castrate any boy who tried to make her into that! And yet,... and yet,... oh God! I wanted to fuck her!

Somehow, I f***ed myself to push her hand away from my manhood. I wasn't sure I could cum again soon anyway. It had been a long time since I had had any reason to wonder about my endurance. The tiny bit of morality left in me was glad. If I was worn out, I couldn't de-flower my own daughter and shoot my seed inside her young and probably fertile pussy. The much bigger part of me was afraid that if I let her play with me now, I wouldn't be able to fuck her and cum inside her later.

“Let's get dressed and make something to eat,” I said.

Jamie kissed me again, tenderly, almost romantically, and then got off the bed. “Come on, then,” she said. “Our clothes are downstairs.”

I watched her nubile, naked body move out of my room. I admit it. I was dumbstruck. In all the years of raising this c***d, I had always believed she was beautiful. Was I biased? Of course. Any parent who loves a c***d will always see that c***d as attractive. But everyone kept telling me how pretty she was, from the time she was too little to hold her own head up. You get used to that after a while. As Jamie matured, it simply didn't occur to me to see her sexually. On some level, I guess, I knew she had a nice body. Hell, we never hid from each other in the bathroom, so I clearly saw the physical changes she had gone through. It was no big deal. My daughter had grown up to be centerfold material, and somehow, I hadn't reacted.

Now, suddenly, I wanted to fuck the hell out of her.

We prepared and ate an early dinner, and then I asked Jamie to sit on the couch with me again. She was wearing the same tank top and skirt as before, but when she sat down next to me, I spotted her little yellow panties on the floor where she had tossed them earlier.

“Jamie, are you sure about this?” I asked her.

“Yes, Dad, I am. Do I have to write it out for you or something? I want you to put your penis in my vagina. I want you to break my hymen. I want to feel you as far inside me as you can get. I want to feel you ejaculate inside me. Can I be any clearer than that?”

“No.”

She moved to straddle my lap, just as she had done this morning. Her luscious pussy was exposed to me, fresh, moist, pink, and topped with her soft blond hair. The final battle with my conscience was over the second she kissed me. This was a woman, a beautiful, sexy, newly-ripened young woman, and she was in heat. If I could, I would fuck her all night.

We made out for a while, kissing, hugging, and fondling. Her covered breasts were alive in my hand, and my clothed cock was pulsing in hers. “Dad, go to the d**gstore and get the pill. Please.”

“All right. It'll probably take me an hour.”

“I'll be waiting,” she said.

The line at the pharmacy was long. Finally, I got to talk to the young girl on duty as a technician. “I think there's an emergency contraceptive pill I can buy without a prescription, isn't there?” I asked.

“Yes.”

“I'd like to get one.”

“I'm required to ask you a few questions, sir,” she said. “Does the woman need this medication because she had unprotected sex without her consent?”

“No!” I said.

“Sorry, but I had to ask. Does the woman understand that this pill does nothing to prevent or treat any kind of STD?”

“I think she does. I'll explain it to her, but I really don't think that's a concern,” I answered.

“Okay, good. Did you know that this pill loses it's effectiveness, the longer the woman waits to take it after unprotected sex? How long ago did the incident happen?

“Um, just a couple of hours ago,” I lied.

“Good. Tell her to take this as soon as possible,” she said, already ringing up my purchase.

“How effective is it?”

“It works. Like I said, the sooner the better. According to the product info that's in your bag here, she should be fine. Ideally, a woman would pop one of these as soon as, you know, it's like, over, I guess.”

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 sl**py 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 bl**d 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 sl**p 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.

I was still tightening the knot on my tie when Jamie re-appeared in my doorway. She was wearing the dress she had worn for Homecoming at school the previous Fall. It looked different now, somehow, sexier than before. Suddenly, I realized why. “Jamie, didn't that dress have some kind of under-slip or something?”

“Yes, I altered it. The slip was kind of warm against me, and I think it looks fine without it. I also raised the hemline,” she said. “Do you like it?”

She turned, slowly at first. Her breasts were proudly displayed in the unlined top, and when she moved between me and the hallway light, I could see the outline of the forbidden place I had visited that afternoon. She spun quickly, then, making the little pleated skirt of the thing fan out and rise, giving me a brief glimpse of those flesh-colored panties.

She was breathtaking. Beautiful, sweet, innocent, and yet sexy and alluring. I was very glad we were going to a restaurant out of town. People were going to wonder what the relationship was between us. I wondered myself.

During the drive, Jamie managed to move around in her seat enough that I was able to see her panties peeking out from under her outrageously short skirt. Driving was difficult enough for me without that, since every few minutes she would put her hand on my thigh as we talked. It was something she had done many times before, but now, it didn't feel like an innocent gesture. I hoped my boner wouldn't be obvious when we went into the restaurant.

“I'm going to go get a shot on Monday, Dad,” she said, as I was parking the car.

“A shot?”

“Yes, a contraceptive shot. I want to be able to make love with you whenever we want. I don't like the idea of condoms, and I can't just keep taking morning-after pills. I did a little research while you were at the d**gstore this afternoon, and the shot can be effective immediately, if it's given within five days after a girl's last period. I was done with mine yesterday, so we should be fine.”

Somehow, I had managed to convince myself that what we had done earlier was a fluke, a one-time thing. Now, she was talking about going on birth control so we could fuck all the time! “Jamie,” I said, “I'm not sure that's a good idea.”

“Why not?”

By this time, I had taken the key from the ignition. “Well, because we shouldn't,... I mean, we can't,... what I'm trying to say is,...”

“I know, I know, Dad. 'Father and daughters don't do that sort of thing.' Well, guess what? We did, I loved it, you certainly seemed to love it, and I don't want to stop. In fact, I plan to sl**p with you tonight and do it again. Please, Dad?” She leaned over and kissed me, taking my one hand and putting it on her breast, and using her other hand to fondle me through my pants.

My God. My daughter is acting like a nymphomaniac. I should be thrilled that a beautiful young woman like her wants more sex with me. But it's Jamie! How did this happen? She had questions, and I thought I was going to struggle through a lecture on human sexuality. Instead, she was playing with the cock that just de-flowered her, and making what sounded like long-terms plans for a sexual relationship with me.

I pushed her gently away from me and made eye-contact. “Jamie, we have to sort out a lot of stuff here and talk very seriously about what this means. I love you and I am scared shitless of hurting you. You should be learning about your sexuality with someone closer to your age.”

“You mean the boys I know? I don't think so. All guys my age want is sex. That's fine. I understand that. I want sex too. But I want it with a guy who loves me. That's you. Don't worry, I'm not going to want to marry you or something. I'm sure you'll help me understand about the kind of man who will be right for me for the rest of my life when I'm ready, but right now, I want you. How can it be wrong to love my father?”

“It just feels wrong. Everyone says it's wrong,” I said.

“Did it feel right at the moment?” she asked. “Did it feel right when we did all those things today? It sure felt right to me!”

“We have to be careful. We have to be sure we don't get caught. It doesn't matter that you're old enough to have sex, honey. What we are doing is i****t.”

Jamie took my hand in hers. “Dad,” she said, “I'm not stupid. I can behave. Now let's go have dinner as father and daughter.” She turned, and opened her door.

As we walked across the parking lot, she took my hand. “I'm not misbehaving. Fathers and daughters do this sort of thing,” she said.

During dinner, we talked about Jamie's up-coming graduation.

“Do people still have graduation parties?” I asked.

“Yeah, but I'm not interested in those. There's going to be a lot of drinking and d**gs at every one I know of, and I'm sure there will be people having sex who don't even like each other. Not my scene.”

“So, do you want to do something else?” I asked.

“I don't know. It's Melody's birthday that weekend, but she's not having a party. Maybe she and I will just hang out,” Jamie said.

“Why no party?”

“Her parents gave her a choice of them spending money on a big party, since it's her eighteenth, or helping her buy a car. She's getting the car.”

“You could invite her over to our place. We could throw a party for her,” I said.

“Could we? Really? Thanks!” Jamie smiled.

When we got home that night, we went to our rooms to get changed. I was already down in the living room in a t-shirt and shorts when Jamie appeared. She was wearing the old shirt of mine that she loves to sl**p in and texting on her phone. She went to the chair across from me and sat on it “Indian-style.” No panties. Her tender, warm pussy was completely exposed.

“Honey, you're showing more than you should,” I said.

She glanced up at me with a smirk. “I said I could behave in public. I never said anything about here at home.”

She played with her phone for a while, and made a few calls. I couldn't keep me eyes off her. Every movement of her hands, the way she held her head when she slipped the phone under her hair to talk to someone, her facial expressions, and that lovely pussy. I was hard as a rock.

Finally putting her phone down, she looked at me. She broke into a big grin when she saw the bulge in my pants. “Okay, here's what's happening. Melody and Kiersten are the only ones who aren't going to some crazy party that weekend. Graduation is Friday night, and Melody's birthday is Saturday, so could I have them sl**p over Friday night, and then hang out the next day?”

“You can't give them any indication of what we've done,” I cautioned her.

“Duh! Don't worry, Dad, I won't say anything about what we did today.”

“So you want to have a slumber party for your graduation party? Why not have them come over Friday, and stay Saturday night too?”

“Oh, good. I'll talk to them about it tomorrow,” Jamie said. “Now it looks to me like you're ready for bed.”

“I'm not all that sl**py just yet.”

She came over to me and put her hand on my cock. “I wasn't talking about sl**p.”

When we got to my room, Jamie stripped off her shirt and mine and then knelt, naked, in front of me to pull off my shorts. This time, she didn't say a thing. She simply held me by the root and began bathing me with her tongue, looking at me, smiling at me the whole time.

“Oh, God, Jamie,” I moaned.

“You like this, don't you,” she asked.

“God help me, yes, baby, I do.”

“Good. I like it too,” she said, before opening her pretty mouth wide and moving me inside. She went to work, sucking, stroking, and licking my cock, looking at me and smiling the whole time.

When I saw her one hand begin to rub her little pussy, I said, “Let's get in bed.”

My daughter climbed up onto the bed and stopped with her tight little ass in front of me. “Dad, do I have a nice ass? Be honest. My girlfriends tell me I do, but I want a guy's opinion.”

“It's beautiful. Not too big, not too small, firm, smooth – I think it's perfect,” I said. I ran my hands over her smooth cheeks, parting them slightly so I could look at her tight, moist lips and her tiny pink pucker.

“Why did you lick my butthole?”

“I just wanted to. Some girls like it. Didn't you?”

“I liked it. It just caught me off guard. You can do it again some time if you want,” she said. She lay down near the center of the bed, and I climbed in beside her.

“Honey, aren't you sore? Are you sure you want to do this? We don't have to do anything, you know. I'll enjoy just having you sl**p in my arms,” I said.

Rolling on top of me, Jamie said, “Let's just try things, and I'll tell you if I'm too sore.”

I pulled her to me and began to kiss her. She started rubbing her wet pussy lips against my cock, masturbating herself on it. Every time the head of it passed over her clit, she would kiss me a little harder. If she kept this up, I would probably cum, and I wanted to be inside her when that happened.

“I want your breasts,” I said, pulling her up into position. She cooed and moaned as I kissed them, tweaking her little nipples with my tongue, licking her proud flesh, nibbling gently on the tender skin below them.

“I'm wet, Dad. You're driving me crazy.”

“Good.” I gave each breast one more long, deep suck, pulling as much of it into my mouth as I could. Then I lifted her and pulled her sex to me. She tasted a little different this time – still sweet and new, but maybe, now, more ready than ever. She was right about being wet, and it didn't take her all that long to get wetter.

As she came, she arched her back, supporting herself with her hands on my hips, and throwing her head back and forth. I had to steady her as she sank down on my face. When it was over, I moved her down to sit on my chest.

“Oh, my God, that feels so good when you do that,” she said. “I want you inside me now.”

“Don't you think you might be too sore?

“I sure as hell hope not,” she answered.

“Let's try something different this time,” I said. “You stay on top, kneel over me, and lower yourself onto my cock. If it's too much for you, just lift yourself up.”

“So I'll sort of ride you?” she asked.

“Yes. Some people call it “riding cowgirl,” I said.

Jamie moved over me, notched the head of my penis into her moisture, and began to bear down. Again, I was almost overwhelmed by the sensation of sliding inside her. I was supporting her ass on my hands, fearful that she would go too fast. Slowly, she moved down onto me, rocking and swiveling her hips to help me to fit. Her beautiful face showed some discomfort, but when she finally reached bottom and relaxed, she broke into a smile.

“You're deeper than you were before, Dad,” she said.

“Are you okay?”

“Oh yeah, I'm okay,” she grinned. “I'm pretty sore, but I'm great! I'm so full! You feel like you're into my lungs or something.”

She stayed still, breathing to relax. She had clenched her fists, but now her hands opened and began to play with the hair on my chest.

“Can you move?” I asked.

“Dunno yet. I think I can bend down for a kiss, though.”

She did. It was a soft kiss, one of affection rather than lust. “Thank you, Dad,” she said. “Thank you for this. I'm so happy we're together, so happy you're my first. You've always been the only man I loved, and now, you're my lover.” She kissed me again, and gingerly moved herself so that she was only half-impaled. “We're lovers,” she whispered, kissing me more hungrily and sliding herself back onto me.

After a few minutes of luxurious, slow love-making, Jamie murmured, “Would you please play with my butthole again?”

I reached behind her, and moistened my finger in the juice leaking from her lips around my cock. Tracing a line from her pussy, I eased back and began to fondle her pucker.

Jamie sucked in her breath quickly, almost whistling. “Ooooh, that feels good!” her voice quavered. She immediately increased the speed and depth of her movement on my cock.

She sat more upright and began purposefully fucking me. This allowed me to rub around her clit with one hand, while I pressed the tip of my other index finger against her anus. Eventually, the f***e of her thrusts caused my finger to begin to penetrate her.

“Oh my God!” she squealed. “Oh my God! I'm gonna cum so hard! Ohhh! Aaaaiiyyeeee!”

I thrust both my cock and my finger into her as far as I could, and held her by her hip as she rode out her orgasm. When she was more-or-less done, she eased herself down on top of me, her hair fanned out across my chest and her sweet mouth nuzzled near my ear. She made little moans every time her well-used pussy spasmed on me. Finally, she whispered, “You're still so hard.”

“Yeah.”

“It feels so good inside me. I'm sore, and tired, but even though it still hurts a little, you feel so damn good inside me,” she said. She moved to kiss me. “You didn't cum, did you?”

“No.”

“Can you?”

“I don't know.”

“I bet you can.” She pulled herself off me and moved down to look at my cock. “He's still real hard,” she said, stroking my wet shaft with her fingertip. “He sure twitches when I touch him. I wonder how he'll taste with me all over him.” Her tongue made a slow circle around the base of my helmet. “Wow, I really made you wet.” She licked all around my shaft, cleaning me of her cum, teasing me. “I think I'll like the taste better when my mouth is full of cum.”

She started bobbing on me, tugging me, licking. I brushed her hair off her face so I could watch her, and her eyes smiled at mine. I could feel the pressure building, and her lusty expression told me she knew.

“Cum for me, Dad,” she said, enveloping me again. She sucked, urging me onward.

I erupted, pulsing into her mouth. When I was done, she lifted her face from me. A drop drooled from her lower lip, but she quickly caught it with her finger and fed it back into her mouth. After a few swallows, she smiled. Then she lay down next to me and put her head on my chest. I pulled the sheet over us, and we slept.

* * * * * * * * * *

To be continued....

In the morning, I woke up on my side, Jamie spooned up tight against me. Her fragrant blond hair caressed my face. She held my hand in hers, cupping a firm young breast, the nipple under my thumb. My morning erection was nestled between her buttocks, the upper side of my shaft pressing against her anus. There was no way I could get out of bed without waking her, so I lay there, remembering the passion and guilt of the day and night before.

She stirred. “Morning, Dad,” she yawned, pressing my hand more firmly against her breast. “Did you sl**p well?”

“I guess. Honey, are you okay?” I asked.

“Yeah, maybe a little sore, you know, but yeah. Why wouldn't I be? I woke up in the arms of the best man in the world.” She rolled over to look at me. “Please don't tell me you feel guilty.”

“I'm supposed to feel guilty about what I did to you,” I said.

She sat up. “You are dead wrong when you talk about 'what you did to me.' That's not it at all. It's what WE have done FOR each other. All my life you've given me everything I needed, everything I wanted. Well, I needed and wanted to know about sex. Thank you. I'm happy with what's happened, and I want it to happen some more.”

“I don't know what to say,” I said.

“You don't have to say anything. Keep loving me like you always have. You will always be in my life, in one way or another, and I'll always love you. Now, we just have a new way to express it.”

She gave me a peck on the cheek, and got out of bed. “First dibs on the toilet. Meet me in the shower,” she said as she left my room.

I lay there, struggling to make sense of it all, and then followed her down the hall.

She was already in the shower. After a much-needed piss, I joined her. “What are you doing today?” she asked.

“Probably grocery shopping, mowing the lawn, and washing the car,” I said.

She squeezed past me so I could get under the water. “Kiersten texted me and asked me if I want to go to the mall. Do you mind?”

“Homework?” I asked, squinting through the shampoo in my eyes.

“I can have it done by lunchtime. Why don't you go to the store while I do my homework? I'll make burgers on the grill for lunch when you come home. If I can drive to the mall, I'll wash your car when I get back.”

“Deal,” I said.

We both behaved in the shower. Of course, our bodies touched, but neither of us really responded. We dried ourselves off, and went to our own rooms to get dressed.

Jamie started her homework as she ate breakfast, and I worked on my store list. It was my turn to do the dishes, and when I was finished, I went back to the table with the Sunday paper. “What are you working on?” I asked.

“Filler stuff. The stupid crap they give you after your senior project is done. It's easy, but there's a lot of it. I'll be finished by lunch.”

I read the paper for a while, finished my list, and headed to the store. When I got back, Jamie helped me put the groceries away, and then made lunch. It was a nice day, so we ate outside.

When Jamie left for the mall, she wore a tank top, jeans, and sneakers, and had her blond curls pulled into a ponytail that poked through the back of a baseball cap. She always dressed that way on weekends, but she looked so different to me now.

I was full from lunch, so I puttered around the yard for a while before getting out the mower. It actually started on the third pull and kept running, so I was done with our yard in decent time. I was glad, since it was unseasonably warm. Summer was almost here.

I was just getting dressed after my shower when I heard the girls come in. They were in the kitchen, chattering over their purchases. “You're going to have to shave some to wear your new bikini, you know,” I heard Kiersten say.

“I keep it trimmed so nothing pokes out beyond my panties, but you're right, these new bikini bottoms don't cover a whole lot, and yours is skimpier than mine,” my daughter said.

“I've been shaving everything down there for about a year,” Kiersten said. “You know what they say, 'A man doesn't like burrowing through the jungle to get to the swamp.'”

“Oh, do you have a secret to tell me?” Jamie giggled.

“I wish,” Kiersten laughed. “No, but my s****r says her boyfriend won't touch her if she even has stubble. He says it's ugly.”

“Dad never said anything to me about that,” my daughter said.

“Yeah, Mom never talked to me about it either.... Wait, are you saying your dad has seen you, you know, without your panties?” Kiersten gasped.

“Well, yeah, sure. We only have one bathroom. Sometimes, when you gotta go, you gotta go,” Jamie said.

“So wait, you're saying you've actually gone into the bathroom and peed while your dad's in there?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, what does he do?” Kiersten asked.

“Keeps on shaving, or showering, or whatever.”

“Showering? You mean you've seen him naked?”

“He usually doesn't shower with his clothes on,” Jamie deadpanned.

“Have you seen him from the front?”

“Yeah.”

“Oh my God!” Kiersten squealed. “That's so hot! Does he have a big, um,... I mean, is he..., like, is it....”

“Kiersten, for Heaven's sake! Does he have a big dick? Is that what you're asking? Well, I don't have anything to compare it to except pictures, but it looks pretty nice to me.”

“Wow, your dad and you perv on each other in the bathroom! That's so cool! That's so naughty!” Kiersten bubbled.

“You're sick, you know that, Kiersten? I love you like a s****r, but you're just sick,” Jamie giggled. “Oh! Now, speaking of s****rs, you share a bathroom with yours, don't you?”

“Well, yeah, so what?”

“Everyone says your s****r's hot, right? I think she is. I'm sure you've seen her naked. Do you think she's hot, Kiersten?”

“Stupid question. She's done swimsuit modeling. Of course she's hot!”

“Don't you sometimes find that sort of interesting?” Jamie asked.

“Interesting?”

Jamie sounded exasperated when she said, “Yes, interesting. Have you ever thought of what it would be like to touch her, or to have her touch you?”

There was a short silence before Kiersten answered, “Yes. Okay, yes. But I've never done anything and neither has she. We just wouldn't.”

“That's the way it is with Dad and me,” Jamie said. “He hasn't been out on a date for as long as I can remember. He's still young enough that you'd think he'd be horny as hell, wouldn't you? And yes, I think my Dad is hot, too. I wouldn't mind a bit if I wound up with a guy like him.”

“And he has a big dick?” Kiersten asked.

“I think so,” Jamie giggled.

“I wonder what a big, hard, throbbing cock would feel like inside me?” Kiersten said.

“You wonder what any cock would feel like inside you, don't you?” Jamie chuckled.

The girls' laughter allowed me to sneak quietly back up the stairs and then make plenty of noise coming down again.

“Hi, ladies. Home from shopping so soon?” I asked, walking into the kitchen. Kiersten was red-faced, but Jamie looked like she was ready to burst with laughter.

“Hi, Dad,” Jamie giggled.

“Hi, Daddy Bill,” Kiersten said, not looking at me.

“What's so funny, Jamie?” I asked.

“Nothing. Girl-talk,” she answered.

“Did you get what you wanted?”

“We both got some tops and shorts, and we each got a new bathing suit,” Jamie said. “Wanna see?”

“Sure, honey, but maybe later. That car doesn't look like it's washing itself.”

“Kiersten, you're helping me. You're the one who talked me into buying that bikini,” my daughter said.

“I'm not washing a car dressed in this stuff,” Kiersten said.

“It's really warm outside. You have your new bathing suit, right there in that bag,” Jamie said. “Come on, we'll go change.”

“I can't wear that to wash a car in your driveway!” Kiersten said. “People will see me!”

“What's wrong? You didn't buy the thing to wear behind closed doors, did you? You're going to wear it at the beach in front of a million strangers, so you might as well wear it here. Come on,” Jamie said, heading upstairs.

“I'll move the car out back,” I said. “With the fence and the hedge back there, your little bikini car wash won't be on such public display.”

“Thanks,” Kiersten said, flashing me an embarrassed smile as she fled upstairs.

I was mixing a bucket of car wash detergent when the girls came outside. Jamie wore a bright yellow crop-top and tiny cut-off jeans and carried a tray with three glasses of iced tea.

Kiersten had a pale pink bikini. She had been right about having to shave to wear it. She's a little shorter than my daughter, but probably weighs the same. Her ample tits were covered by simple, small triangles of cloth, and her curvy ass wasn't covered by much at all. Kiersten was in no way chubby – just gorgeous.

“You just sit there with your iced tea, Dad, and watch us. You can make sure we do a good job,” Jamie said.

Kiersten blushed again as I sat back to enjoy the show.

Things got interesting pretty quickly. Kiersten accidentally sprayed my daughter on the chest, immediately making her shirt translucent. As Jamie's nipples hardened from the cold water, her friend looked at her, shocked, and hissed, “You should have worn a bra.”

“Why, so I'd have more laundry to do? Oh, wait! You're worried about Dad?”

Kiersten nodded.

“Most guys his age have seen boobs before, don't you think? Now come on, let's get to work,” Jamie said.

They started on the side toward me. As good as my daughter's tight little ass looked in those shorts, I couldn't stop ogling Kiersten's round bubble-butt in the next best thing to a thong. They were close to me, close enough that I could see the drops of water glistening in the evening sun as they ran down my daughter's back, and a stray trail of suds dripping down the inside of Kiersten's thigh. I didn't want to react, but it was hard not to. It was almost a relief when they finished and moved to the other side of the car.

Kiersten decided to tackle the roof. That was when her one big tit fell out of her top. Amazingly, it took her several seconds to notice. “Shit!” she squeaked, ducking down behind the car.

Jamie doubled over with laughter.

“What's so funny?” Kiersten barked from her hiding place. “Yeah, real hilarious! I just flashed your father!”

“I told you, he's seen boobies before,” Jamie laughed.

“Not mine, he hasn't!”

“He's seen mine. It's no big deal,” Jamie said.

Kiersten stood up, still adjusting herself in her skimpy top, and holding the hose. “In that case, it shouldn't be a big deal if he sees them again, girlfriend,” she said, soaking my daughter.

Jamie's thin shirt clung to her breasts, nearly transparent over her hard little nipples. The soft denim of her worn-out cut-offs molded itself to her sex.

“That's cold!” Jamie shrieked.

“Sorry,” Kiersten smirked.

“Not as sorry as you will be, bitch!” my daughter cackled as she grabbed the hose and thoroughly drenched her friend.

Somehow, they managed to get the car done. They sat down next to me to drink their tea.

“Very nice, girls,” I said.

“The job we did, or the water battle?” Jamie asked.

“Well, both,” I answered, praying that Kiersten wouldn't look at my lap.

“I am SO going back to the mall this week and getting that black suit,” Kiersten muttered.

“Yeah, that one had lining, didn't it?” Jamie asked.

“Uh huh. This one is NEVER getting worn again if there's any chance I'll get wet!”

Kiersten's tiny suit had become practically invisible. Not only the texture, but the color of the areolas surrounding her fat, jutting nipples was plain to see. It was obvious she was clean-shaven, since her puffy lips and the cleft between them were displayed under the wet cloth.

She saw me staring. “Daddy Bill, what do I have to do?”

“What do you mean?” I asked, forcing myself to look at her big, brown eyes.

“I might as well be sitting here naked. Is this what I have to do to have a guy act like he wants me? Why aren't guys interested in me? Don't I look all right?”

She was as good as nude. Her wet brown hair was tangled around her face. She was biting her full lip, looking like she might cry.

“You look fine, Kiersten,” I said. “You're a very pretty girl. Considering what you're wearing, I guess I can get away with saying you have a beautiful body. You're very smart, very good in school, and, from what I've seen and what Jamie tells me, you're probably just too good for the high school boys you know. At your age, girls are much more mature than guys. High school guys are dense, but they all know you're out of their league. Wait till you get to college. Guys will be butting in line to ask you out.”

I put the gear away while the girls went inside to clean up, and then I called for pizza. When it arrived, my daughter and Kiersten came downstairs, dressed in the clothes they had worn to the mall. We talked about the girls' summer plans as we ate, and the conversation went to their friend Melody's birthday party and sl**pover.

“Where are we going to sl**p, Dad?” Jamie asked. “We didn't talk about that.”

“Hmm, well, I guess you're probably going to be up half the night, so why don't you girls stay in the living room? I'll keep my door closed, so we won't bother each other.”

“That should work. We all have air mattresses, don't we, Kiersten?” Jamie said.

“If Melody doesn't have one, she can use my s****r's.”

When we were done eating, my daughter drove Kiersten home. I took care of the dishes and was settled in front of the TV by the time Jamie got back.

She cuddled against me to watch the rest of the show. Then she said, “Thank you for today.”

“For what?”

“Two things, really. First, for pretending you didn't overhear us in the kitchen.”

“I was too scared to move at first. I was afraid Kiersten would guess what was going on around here,” I said.

“I think I handled her okay,” Jamie said. “See, I told you I could behave.”

“Yes, thank God.”

“The other thing was what you said to Kiersten after we washed the car. She was mortified, you know,” Jamie said.

“That I saw her that way?” I asked.

“Yeah. She's real funny about her body. She was the first girl in our class to need a bra. Everybody used to tease her about her boobs when none of the rest of us had any. Jealous, I guess.”

“k**s can be cruel,” I said.

“She thinks you're hot, you know.”

“Me?”

“Oh yeah,” Jamie said. “She's been telling me that for years. It meant a lot to her to hear that you think she looks good. And you didn't act like you were going to paw all over her like some guys would, even though you had a boner.”

“I hoped no one would notice,” I said.

“We did. It was pretty obvious. It's okay, though. After what you said to her, Kiersten thought it was all for her.”

“That's not good,” I said.

“It's fine. At least she didn't think it was for me,” Jamie said. “I told her that guys have responses to what they see, just like girls do. It doesn't have to mean anything.

Nothing except that I'm suddenly lusting over teenage girls, I thought.

“What are you doing for the rest of the evening?” I asked.

“I'm going to talk to Melody on the phone for a while, and put away the stuff I bought, and see how much I have to shave to wear my new bathing suit. Then I'm going to bed. I think I'll sl**p alone tonight, if that's okay. I'm still a little sore, and I know what I'd want to do if I was in bed with you. Besides, I have school in the morning.”

“You can take the car, if you want. I'm going to work from home tomorrow.”

“Oh, good, that means I can stop at the clinic after school and get my shot. Then we can do what we want.”

She kissed me goodnight, and started toward the stairs. “Oh, by the way, you might be interested to know what Kiersten said when I was driving her home.”

“What was that?” I asked.

“I think her exact words were, 'I would SO fuck your father.' Anyway, good night, Dad.”

She left me to my thoughts.

The next morning, I was in the shower when Jamie came into the bathroom. “May I get in the shower with you?” she called from the direction of the toilet.

“Do you think that's a good idea? You have school,” I said.

“I meant to wash, you dirty old man,” she laughed, as she pulled back the curtain and joined me.

“That's how much hair you had to take off for your new suit?” I said, staring at her. Most of her pubic hair was gone. She had a landing strip of blond curls, but the rest of her was bare. Somehow, it made her slit look even smaller.

“No, my suit's nowhere near as daring as Kiersten's. I just got carried away.” She spread her legs and began rubbing her fingers lightly over her newly-bare skin. “I shaved what I needed to, and it felt so good when I rubbed my lotion on it, that I had to shave more. Do you like it?” She looked away from herself, and saw my thickening cock ratcheting up into position. “Oh, there's my answer,” she giggled.

She started to bathe. “I'm in kind of a hurry this morning. I want to put some gas in the car on the way to school, so I don't have to worry about it when I get out of there today. I can go to the clinic, take care of things, and still be home for dinner at our usual time.”

Watching her as she washed her hair, her arms movements making her firm breasts stretch and move, her pussy newly exposed to me, was making me aching hard.

She finished rinsing, and slid past me to get out of the shower. “I love you, Dad,” she said, pressing against me for a kiss. She stroked my manhood with her fingertips. “Save this for tonight if you can. I'll want it when I get home.”

I was making dinner that evening when Jamie came in.

“How did things go, honey?”

“I hate pelvic exams. Why do they keep the damn instruments in the freezer?” she asked, moving into my arms for a kiss.

She molded herself against my body, and reached down to fondle me through my pants. “I think I need something to warm me up. Can you hold off dinner for a while?”

There was really no question in my mind about waiting for dinner. Not once she unzipped me and reached into my shorts to grasp my forming erection. Wordlessly, we went to my room. We undressed each other and slipped between the sheets.

No hesitation this time, no guilt, no fear. I held my beautiful naked daughter in my arms as we stroked each other. In no time, her newly-bare pussy was wet on my fingers, and I was leaking pre-cum all over her hand. This felt so right. So wonderful. I turned around in the bed, and we lay on our sides, pleasuring each other. The feel of her body, her remaining blond curls ticking my chin as I licked her, and the sensations from her mouth as she made love to my cock, seemed like something we had always done, and something we should always do.

When I mounted her this time, I was amazed yet again at how hot, wet, and tight she was. This time, she showed no discomfort. And again, this time, I filled her when her thrashing orgasm triggered mine.

I held myself inside her, still mostly hard, still thrusting gently into her as we kissed our way down from our high.

“Dad,” she asked, “why did you say this is wrong?”

“Can't imagine,” I answered.

“Neither can I,” she said. “Nothing that feels this good, with someone I love this much, can ever be wrong, can it?”

“Not everyone feels that way, honey,” I said.

“I know. Well, not everyone has a hot dad, either,” she giggled. “I mean, come on, you've met my friends' parents. Would YOU sl**p with Melody's dad or Kiersten's? They're gross!”

“I don't know that I'd sl**p with anyone's father, dear,” I deadpanned. “Now, some of the mom's out there might be a different story.”

“Oh my God, do you know what Melody told me today?” Jamie asked. “She caught her mom and dad doing it yesterday. They must have thought she wasn't home, 'cuz when she went past their room, the door was open. She said her mom was on her hands and knees and her dad was behind her. Melody say that's called “doggy-style,” cuz it's the way dogs do it when they're mating.”

The image of Melody's cute little mother, taking it from behind from her fat pig of a father, was both hot and disturbing. Idly, I wondered what it would be like to take his place. Melody got her looks from her mom. They were both hot as hell, little pixies with trim bodies, bright faces, and fiery red hair.

“Can we try that?” Jamie asked.

“Try what?”

“Doggy-style.”

“You want to?” I asked, feeling renewed life in my penis which was still lodged inside her.

“Yeah. What do we do?”

“Get on all fours in the middle of the bed, and I'll show you,” I said.

Reluctantly, I pulled out of her, and she got into position. What a sight! My gorgeous teenage daughter was posed naked on my bed, her perky, full breasts hanging below her, her firm ass presented to me, a dribble of my cum on her thigh below her bare pussy, and her tight little anus glistening with our combined moisture.

I moved behind her and began massaging her pussy and ass.

“Wait, Dad,” she said. “I want to lick you again.” She turned around, still on her hands and knees, to face my cock. “Oooh, we sure made him messy,” she giggled, taking my manhood in her hand. She held it up against my belly and licked from my sack to my crown. “Mmmm,” she said, and then she opened her mouth and took me inside. She fondled my balls as she bathed my prick with her tongue, sucking, kissing, making me as hard as she could. “We taste pretty good together,” she murmured between mouthfuls. “Do you think you're ready for me?”

“Hell, yes,” I moaned.

She turned around again, and I rubbed my cock against her leaking pussy. Before I entered her, I slapped my penis lightly against her little asshole. She wriggled a little, and said, “Wrong hole.”

I knew it was. I just couldn't do that to my own daughter, no matter how much I wanted to, so, after a few more strokes and prods against her pucker, I moved down and parted her lips with my cock. Even after having been inside her just a few minutes earlier, she was still almost painfully tight. Her warm tissues parted slowly to allow me inside. When I was finally balls-deep, Jamie flopped down onto her elbows.

“This is almost painful,” she sighed. “You're so deep inside me.”

“Should I pull out?” I asked.

“No,” Jamie said. She pulled partway off me, and then fucked herself back onto me again, taking me all the way inside. “That feels so good,” she breathed.

Holding onto her slender hips, I stroked in and out, keeping my pace slow, savoring the delicious sensation of my daughter's tight little cunt on my cock. The tender skin of her opening, innocent a few days before, flexed and stretched as it dragged wetly over my shaft. Each time we pulled apart, her pink pucker winked at me, pulled by the surrounding tissue.

With my thumb, I teased her anus, massaged it, and, as Jamie gasped, eased inside it to the first knuckle.

“Why does that feel so good to me?” Jamie whimpered. “I would never have thought of touching myself there.”

“They say there are more nerve endings in the rectum than in the vagina,” I said.

Jamie hissed some sort of response and began thrusting herself against me faster. After a few minutes, she whined, “Daddy, make me cum again.”

I grabbed her nipple with one hand, and massaged her clit with the other, pushing into her hard. Her muscles grasped my shaft firmly, milking me with her orgasm. When she had stopped, I used both hands to pull her onto me as firmly as I could. Each burst of my cum was answered by a moan from her..

Dinner was pretty late that night, especially since we took a long shower together. Jamie did her homework, and I paid some bills, just as we had done for so many years. When we were done, we cuddled on the couch to watch TV. Jamie went upstairs to get ready for bed, and when she was done in the bathroom, I got ready, too. I found her under the covers in my room, naked.

“Tomorrow is a school day, honey,” I said.

“I know. Lose the pajamas, Dad.”

We both slept soundly that night.

Jamie did spend a few nights that week in her own room, but our shower made her late for school one morning. I got to be more comfortable with what we were doing. Jamie had been right when she had said, “Nothing that feels this good, with someone I love this much, can ever be wrong.”

The school year was coming to an end.. Melody and Kiersten visited us together a few times in the weeks before graduation, and the girls persuaded me to allow them to start the sl**pover Thursday night, after graduation practice was over. Melody then learned that her f****y had made plans for that evening. The girls decided that Kiersten would still spend the night with us, and Melody would come over Friday night, after the graduation ceremony.

It was Jamie's turn to do the dishes that Thursday evening. Kiersten helped her. I was on the couch, flipping through the channels on TV when they got finished. Jamie plopped down on one side of me, and Kiersten sat on the other.

“Can we watch a movie, Dad?” Jamie asked.

“Okay. What do you want to see?”

“The remote's next to you,” Jamie said to her friend. “Why don't you pick something.?”

Kiersten started scrolling through the movie listings. “Here's one I haven't seen. 'Fast Times at Ridgemont High.' Can we watch that?” she asked.

“I don't know, Kiersten, I'm not sure you k**s should be watching that, especially with me in the room. It has an 'R' rating,” I said.

“Which means that if it had been in theaters last year, we could have gone without you, Dad. Play it, Kiersten. It's pretty good, especially if you like old-school stuff,” Jamie said.

Things went pretty well until we got to the scene where Judge Reinhold is fantasizing about Phoebe Cates while he jerks off.

“My God, is he going to cum?” Kiersten giggled. I glanced at her, and saw she was looking at my lap.

Jamie grabbed the remote and paused the scene, just as Brad looks like he's ready to get off. “You'd like to see that wouldn't you, Kiersten?” my daughter said.

“Jamie!” Kiersten hissed.

“Well, wouldn't you?” Jamie persisted.

“Um, well, yeah, I guess,” Kiersten said, blushing. “I bet you would too.”

“Girls!” I said, grabbing the remote from my daughter. I looked at Kiersten. She was blushing, her fat nipples erect under her shirt. Her eyes were flicking back and forth, from the still image on the screen to my daughter's face, and then to my lap. I glanced down, and saw the bulge I had felt. Then I looked at Kiersten. Her gaze had stayed on my lap.

“Can we all behave and finish the damn movie?” I asked.

As the movie played, the scene between us seemed to be forgotten. By the time the ending credits played, I had two warm, tired girls, my daughter and her best friend, snuggled against me. It felt nice. The three of us had done this before many times. Jamie had always been allowed to bring her friends to the house, and I had often found myself with one sweet young girl or another falling asl**p on my arm.

This time, though, it was different. My daughter and I had become lovers, and her best friend had been looking at my dick.

The girls decided to get ready for bed. They were going to sl**p in my daughter's room. When Jamie had decided to go to a local college and commute, we shopped for new furniture for her. There was plenty of room for the two friends in the new queen-sized bed.

They came downstairs to say goodnight. Jamie was in her usual t-shirt, and Kiersten was in a football jersey that came almost to her knees. They sat cross-legged on the sofa next to me, Jamie on my left, and Kiersten on my right. We talked for a few minutes about our schedule for the next day. Suddenly, I noticed that I could see up my daughter's shirt. No panties.

She saw me looking, and smiled. I turned away, and found that I could see a portion of one of Kiersten's puffy lips, too. She seemed unaware of it.

The girls continued to chatter for a moment, and then Jamie leaned over and kissed me on the lips. “Good night, Dad,” she said.

Jamie has done that countless times before in front of her friends. It's just how we usually say good night. Of course, usually I haven't been peeking at her pussy, remembering how it tastes.

When my daughter stood up and headed for the stairs, Kiersten leaned in for her good night kiss. It's something she and I have done for years, too, and I expected her usual light, goofy peck on the lips. Instead, I got a much slower, warmer kiss. When she pulled back, I saw that her jersey had shifted so I could see her womanhood completely.

She stood, glanced at my now quite obvious bulge, and murmured, “Good night, Daddy Bill.”

When I went upstairs to bed, I saw that the girls had left their door open. It was a warm night. The breeze through the open upstairs windows in our bedrooms would be welcome, so after closing myself up in the bathroom to change, I decided to leave my bedroom door open, too. The girls were pretty quiet, and I lay down on my bed on my back and relaxed.

Then I heard Kiersten whisper, “Do you think your dad does that?”

“Does what?”

“Masturbates,” Kiersten said.

Jamie giggled, “Of course he does. All guys do.”

“How do you know? Have you seen him?”

Both girls giggled, and Kiersten said, “Oh my God, you HAVE seen him, haven't you?”

“Once.”

“I would so love to see that. He had a hard-on tonight, you know,” Kiersten said.

“There were some pretty hot scenes in the move,” my daughter answered.

“Not only then, though. It happened again when we went down to say good night.”

“Little wonder, Kiersten. You kinda look like Phoebe Cates, but with shorter hair and bigger boobs. You know he could see right up that football jersey of yours, don't you?” Jamie asked.

“You mean he could see me? I thought this shirt was long enough. I sure as hell could see your little coochie, so there's no way he didn't see you,” Kiersten said.

“Maybe, but I didn't notice anything in his lap until you moved and showed him everything of yours. I looked to see if Dad had seen it, and it was obvious he had.”

“His cock looks really long.”

“He says it's not much bigger than average, but what do I know?” Jamie remarked.

“Wait! What? You've actually talked to your father about his penis?” Kiersten gasped.

“Well, yeah. I mean, who else would I talk to about dicks? It's not like I have a mom to ask about this stuff.”

“Yeah, but I could never talk to my father about that. That would just be weird. Especially if I had seen it,” Kiersten said. “What's your Dad's dick look like?”

“I don't know. It looks like a penis, I guess. He's circumcised. He trims. I remember when I first caught him doing that.”

“But Jamie! You've actually seen him cum?”

“Yeah. It's pretty cool,” my daughter said.

“Wow, I've never seen a guy do that,” Kiersten said.

“Have you ever even seen a penis?” Jamie asked. “I mean in real life, like close-up. And not some k** you babysat, a grown man's penis?”

“No.”

“Go look,” my daughter said.

“What?”

“Go look. Dad's been in bed long enough that he's sound asl**p by now. If you're quiet, he won't wake up.”

“I can't do that!” Kiersten hissed.

“Yes you can. It's time you grew up, girlfriend. Come on, you're going to get a look at a cock.”

I could hear the girls giggling as they got out of bed. What should I do? I was just wearing pajama bottoms, and I was half hard from listening to them. They tiptoed to my door. “I'm going to turn on the bathroom light so we can see a little better,” Jamie whispered.

“What if he wakes up?” Kiersten whispered.

“Duh. We'll tell him we had to go to the bathroom,”Jamie said.

I closed my eyes, anticipating the light. When it came on, I knew I could be seen pretty clearly from about chest level on down.

“Look, he's lying on his back.” Jamie whispered. It sounded like she was at my doorway.

“Is that a bulge under the sheet?” Kiersten asked.

“It looks like it. Go in and check it out.”

“I can't! What if he wakes up?”

“I don't know. Tell him you heard a noise or something. Now, go on!” my daughter said.

“Come with me, okay?” Kiersten begged. “If he wakes up, we can say we both heard a noise.”

“All right.”

I tried to keep my face as relaxed as possible. In a moment, I could tell they were standing next to my bed.

“I wish he didn't have the sheet up,” Kiersten whispered.

“Help me pull it down,” Jamie said.

“You're joking.”

“No, I'm not. If we're careful, he'll never feel it.”

I felt the sheet being lifted off me and laid across my knees.

“Oh my God, I can see a little of it! See, right there, through the fly opening?” Kiersten giggled.

“Watch this,” Jamie said.

I could feel hands moving the fabric covering me, and the knowledge that my cock was now visible to these girls made it twitch.

“It moved!” Kiersten said. “I wish I could touch it.”

“He's asl**p. Go ahead,” my daughter said.

I worked hard to keep my breathing slow and natural. As well as I could, I continued to fake sl**p. My cock, however, was waking up. Quickly.

It felt like a single fingertip on the side of my shaft. “It's getting hard,” Kiersten breathed.

“Just wait. It'll get a lot bigger,” Jamie said. “Touch it some more.”

Kiersten did. She ran her finger up to the head of my cock. It rose, pushing against her finger. “It moved again.”

“Just keep doing that,” my daughter whispered.

Her friend got more bold, carefully wrapping her whole hand around it. Slowly, very lightly, she moved her hand up and down, barely touching me, grazing my sensitive skin with her soft hand. By now, I was approaching full hardness.

“It's so hard, but it feels so soft,” Kiersten whispered.

“I know. It's really cool, isn't it?” Jamie remarked.

“Will he have an orgasm if I keep doing this?”

“Probably. Do you want to see that?”

“Yeah, but I'm afraid to. What if he wakes up?”

“He'll be happy and messy, I guess,” Jamie giggled.

This had gone far enough. I had to do something to get these two out of my room before I got into real trouble. I decided to roll on my side.

Kiersten let out a little squeak when I did that, and Jamie giggled. The girls quickly left the room.

When they were back in Jamie's bed, they were quiet. Finally, Kiersten said, “I am SO horny right now.”

“Me too,” Jamie giggled.

“You don't masturbate, do you?” Kiersten asked.

“I didn't, but I do now,” Jamie said.

“So do I. I love doing it. Do you get off?”

“Yeah, I learned how,” my daughter replied.

“Do you think about anything when you do it?” Kiersten asked.

“Yeah, I guess.”

“If I was going to do it right now, I'd think about your dad.”

“You mean about how nice his cock felt in your hand?” Jamie asked.

“Yeah. And how awesome it would be if he was licking me.”

“Your pussy, you mean?” Jamie asked.

“Yeah, I bet I'd cum so hard,” Kiersten sighed.

“Have you ever had your pussy licked?” my daughter asked

“No. Have you?”

Jamie was quiet.

“Have you? Oh my God, you have! Who was it?”

“I can't tell you.”

“Jamie! You're my best friend. Best friends are supposed to tell each other when stuff like that happens! Now who was he?”

“I really can't tell you. We'd get in so much trouble,” my daughter said.

“Jamie, this is me you're talking to. You know, your best friend? The one who just gave your father half a handjob, remember? You have to tell me. Was it a k** at school?”

“No.”

“A teacher?”

“Ewww, God no!” Jamie whispered. “Look, I just can't tell you, okay?”

There was silence for a moment, and then Kiersten said, “I wish I could get a guy to lick my pussy.”

I was lying there in my bed listening to this. My daughter, with whom I've been having wild sex, and her best friend, a young Phoebe Cates look-alike (but with bigger boobs and meaty, puffy pussy lips!) were down the hall, both with nothing on their delicious bodies except for thin shirts, discussing cunnilingus. My erection wasn't going down any time soon, even though Jamie had come perilously close to revealing our secret.

Kiersten said, “Jamie, I want you to be honest with me. When we were in your dad's room and I was touching him, I said about how his penis was hard but felt soft at the same time. You almost sounded like you knew what I was talking about. You said something along the lines of, 'I know. It's cool.' How would you know how it feels?”

I held my breath, waiting for Jamie to answer. Dead silence. Finally, Kiersten said, “You've touched it, haven't you?”

Oh, shit.

“Jamie! You have! You've played with it! Did he have an orgasm?”

I strained to hear my daughter's answer. I imagined that I heard police sirens coming, but I heard nothing from Jamie's room.

“You jerked your dad off, didn't you?”

“Kiersten, please, you can't tell anybody. You just can't!”

“Why would I tell? I think it's cool. I think it's great. I'm jealous,” Kiersten said.

“Jealous?” Jamie asked.

“Hell yes! Right down the hall, you have a super-hot guy with a big dick, and you got to play with it. Did he wake up?”

“No.”

Kiersten said, “For real? I can't imagine how he wouldn't wake up. I'd sure as hell be awake if someone made me have an orgasm. Are you sure he didn't wake up?”

“He wasn't asl**p,” Jamie whispered.

“You gave him a handjob while he was awake?” Kiersten exclaimed.

“You can't tell anybody!” Jamie hissed.

“I won't. Don't worry.... Oh! Oh, shit! He's the one that licked your pussy, isn't he?”

I was trying to think of places without extradition agreements when I heard Jamie call out, “Dad, are you awake?”

I'm officially screwed. I wondered if I could get a job when I got out of prison. Hell, when WE got out of prison!

“Will you come over here, please?” Jamie called.

My penis, the cause of this trouble, had shrunk back to normal size. He was hiding, but I couldn't. “Be there in a minute,” I answered.

I put on my robe and walked in to face the girls. “Jamie, I'm so sorry,” I said. “I knew we shouldn't have done anything. I've ruined your life and mine.”

“No, you haven't, Dad. We've been through all that.” Turning to her friend, Jamie said, “Kiersten, look, we could be in real trouble here if anyone finds out. Try to understand, please. Dad has never done anything with me that I haven't asked him to.”

“Asked him to? What, you just came home from school one day and asked your dad to eat you out?” Kiersten asked.

“It wasn't like that,” Jamie said. “Remember when we were at the pool when Brian and Paul were there? You and Melody were teasing me about how hot they looked, and how I acted when I was talking to them. I thought about that, and finally I asked my dad.”

“She had questions about stuff they don't teach in health class,” I said.

“Yes, I wanted to know why I get the feelings I sometimes get. Remember when we were texting about orgasms, and you and Melody were making fun of me 'cuz I'd never had one?” Jamie asked her friend.

“Yeah.”

Jamie continued, “Well, I've always been able to talk to Dad about everything, so I asked him how I could have an orgasm and how to masturbate, and finally I had him show me. We've kinda been doing some stuff. Please, Kiersten, please promise us you won't tell.”

“I absolutely won't tell! Jamie, Daddy Bill, I love you guys. I would never say anything. Trust me,” Kiersten said.

“I hope we can,” I said.

“So, what types of things have you guys done?” Kiersten asked.

“Pretty much everything,” I admitted.

“Everything?” Kiersten repeated.

Jamie said,“I went to the clinic and got a contraceptive shot. I had hardly even kissed a guy before, and Dad's been living like a monk forever, so we're safe. We don't use condoms.”

“So you guys, like, actually fuck?”

Jamie responded, “You make it sound dirty when you say that. It's not. It's beautiful.”

“We make love,” I said.

“Wow,” Kiersten muttered. Her nipples were showing prominently under her football jersey. “And this all started with Jamie asking you a question, Bill?”

“Yeah.”

“That's so hot,” Kiersten said. “Wow, you guys have shared something huge with me and I'm totally cool with it. I will absolutely never breathe a word of this to anybody.”

“You can't,” Jamie said.

“I know. I won't. Jamie, you're my closest friend, and Bill, you're a second father to me. I've already told you this, Jamie, but now I'm going to say it again in front of you, Bill. I think you are about the hottest guy I know and, well, I don't know how to say this.... All right, I'll just come out with it. Would you answer some questions for me?”

It took me a few seconds to understand what Kiersten had asked. I thought I knew, then I hoped I knew, then I was afraid I knew.

“What questions?” I asked.

“What does it feel like to lose your virginity?” Kiersten asked.

“That's a question better directed at Jamie,” I said.

“No, Bill, I want you to show me. I've been on the pill for almost a year to help control my periods,” Kiersten said.

“Kiersten!” I said.

Jamie got out of bed and came over to me. She untied my robe, reached through my fly, and pulled my cock out. “She's my best friend, Dad. Do it. Teach her, just like you've taught me.”

“Please? I will never tell a soul,” Kiersten said.

“Let's go to your room, Dad,” my daughter said. “Your bed is big enough for all three of us. I want to watch.”

“I can't do this,” I said, very much aware of how my cock was growing.

“Why not?” Jamie asked.

“What if someone finds out?” I asked.

“No one's going to find out,” she insisted. “You're sure as hell not going to tell, and I certainly won't. Are you going to say anything, Kiersten?”

“Me? No! Never! After all, it was my idea,” Kiersten said.

“I don't know,...” I began.

“Why not?” Jamie repeated. “I know you think Kiersten's attractive. I saw how you were looking at her today.”

“It's not that,” I said.

“Kiersten, come over here,” my daughter said.

Kiersten got out of bed and walked toward me, staring at my erection in Jamie's hand. “Will it hurt?” she asked.

“Some,” Jamie said. “You won't want to do what I did. I just sort of rammed myself onto him, and that hurt. I think if you let Dad guide you, it won't be too bad. Now take your shirt off and let him see you. It's okay – you were practically naked in front of him this afternoon.”

Kiersten reached for the hem of her shirt. Her shapely thighs met at a puffy pair of lips, completely concealing the treasures inside. Her bare prominent mound gave way to an expanse of smooth, soft skin slowly being revealed. Finally, the shirt cleared her breasts, large, full, and topped with hard gumdrop nipples ringed by taut areolas.

She took the jersey the rest of the way off, and brushed a few strands of her dark hair away from her eyes. Worry filled them, and she was nibbling nervously on her pouty lower lip.

“Oh,” was all I could say. I was going to hell in a hand-basket.

“She's really hot, isn't she?” my daughter said, still slowly fondling my cock.

“Am I?” Kiersten breathed.

“Sweetheart,” I said, “you're phenomenal. Any guy who can't see that must be either blind or gay.”

“Daddy Bill,” Kiersten said, her gaze flickering from my eyes to my swollen manhood, “I need you to teach me stuff.”

The last shred of my morality was gone. “Let's go to my room,” I said.

Jamie led the way, naked Kiersten followed, and my cock led me behind them. When my daughter walked into my room, she turned on the light and took her shirt off. Two beautiful young women were naked in front of me.

My cock bobbed in rhythm with my pulse. “Kiersten,...” I began.

She stepped to me and pulled off my robe. Then she unsnapped the waistband of my pajama pants. They pooled around my feet. “I want you to teach me everything you taught your daughter. Please.”

“Do you know what you're asking, Kiersten? I've masturbated Jamie to orgasm, and she's done the same for me. We've had oral sex, and I've cum in my daughter's mouth. I've taken her virginity. I've ejaculated inside her. Is this really what you want?”

Kiersten moved against me, allowing my cock to slide up along her abdomen. Her large breasts were pressed against me, her nipples firm against my chest. She put her arms around my neck. Just before she kissed me, she said, “Yes.”

* * * * * * * * * *

to be continued....
*******

“Daddy Bill,” Kiersten said, her gaze flickering from my eyes to my swollen manhood, “I need you to teach me stuff.”

The last shred of my morality was gone. “Let's go to my room,” I said.

Jamie led the way, naked Kiersten was next, and my cock followed behind them. When my daughter walked into my room, she turned on the light and took off her shirt. Two beautiful young women were naked in front of me.

My cock bobbed in rhythm with my pulse. “Kiersten,...” I began.

She stepped to me and pulled off my robe. Then she unsnapped the waistband of my pajama pants, letting them fall around my feet. “I want you to teach me everything you taught your daughter. Please.”

“Do you know what you're asking, Kiersten? I've masturbated Jamie to orgasm, and she's done the same for me. We've had oral sex, and I've cum in her mouth. I've taken her virginity. I've ejaculated inside her. Is this really what you want?”

Kiersten moved against me, forcing my cock to slide up along her abdomen. Her large breasts pressed against me, the nipples firm on my chest. She put her arms around my neck. Just before she kissed me, she said, “Yes.”

“I had never done any of this stuff,” Jamie said, watching her best friend's tongue play with mine.

“I haven't done much,” Kiersten admitted when we paused for air. “I've kissed before, and I let a guy feel me up once, but I was afraid to do anything else.”

“Didn't you like it?” Jamie asked.

“Not as much as I thought I should,” Kiersten said, moving slightly to grind my cock on her belly. “He was kinda rough. I don't think he knew what he was doing.”

“Dad does.”

“I always thought an older guy should be my first. Bill, what should I do?”

“Nothing you're not comfortable with,” I answered.

“You should be comfortable enough to play with his cock,” Jamie said. “You did that before.”

“He was asl**p.”

“No he wasn't,” Jamie giggled. “Were you Dad?”

“No.”

Kiersten blushed visibly. “You knew I was touching you?”

“Yeah.”

“Oh.... Should I do that again?”

“Why don't we lie down so we can touch each other?”

Jamie took my hand and led me to my bed. She had me lie on my back in the middle, and she got on her knees next to me. “Come here, Kiersten.”

She knelt opposite my daughter, her legs slightly spread. There was moisture on her bare slit. She put her hand on my hard penis and stroked it timidly, just like before.

“Watch,” Jamie said, pushing her friend's hand away. She fondled my manhood, the way she had when this all started. Stroking me gently but firmly with one hand, she lightly caressed my glans with the fingers of her other. “Dad says it feels real good when you run a finger around this ridge here. See this little triangle thingy?” she asked, bending my cock up toward my belly. “Dad likes it when you tickle that. You try it.”

Kiersten replaced Jamie's hands with her own, imitating the motions she had been shown.

“Does that feel good, Dad?” Jamie asked.

“Uh huh.”

“Lie down next to him, Kiersten. Let him make you feel good, too.”

When I first held Kiersten's round breast in my hand, I stopped worrying about the consequences of what we were doing. Until I had touched Jamie that way, I had forgotten how amazing a teenage boob feels, how warm, how soft but firm at the same time, and how arousing. Kiersten's nipple was as hard in my hand as my cock was in hers.

She knew how to kiss. Every time I switched from fondling one sumptuous breast to the other, she moaned as we crushed our mouths together.

“Has anyone ever sucked your nipples?” I asked.

“Just me.”

“Would you like me to show you how I do it?”

“I'm so turned on already,” she whimpered. “Yes, please.”

I pushed her hair aside and whispered into her ear, “Sweetheart, I'll do everything I can to make you feel good. If you like something, tell me. If something makes you uncomfortable, I'll stop.” I inched my hand down from her breast and across her belly. She gasped when I ran my fingers over her mound, enjoying her soft skin. I didn't go any lower. It wasn't time for that yet. I trailed kisses from behind her ear and onto her throat. She arched her neck, and my tongue found the hollow below her larynx and began to play.

“Oh, God,” she hissed.

I massaged her puffy mound just hard enough to pull at the tender skin around her clit. My kisses went lower, into her cleavage. By this time, her nipples were straining for the ceiling, begging to be sucked. When I licked one, she jolted slightly, and I smelled fresh, hot pussy.

“You're making me wet,” she whimpered.

“Really?” I hardened my tongue, and flicked her proud nipple back and forth.

Jamie moved on the bed so she was lying across our legs. I could feel her warm breath on the hair on my thighs. She giggled softly. “Kiersten, that's making my dad drip pre-cum.”

“What's pre-cum?” Kiersten gasped as I devoured her lovely breasts.

“This.” Jamie crawled over to Kiersten's side of the bed and took her friend's hand in her own. She rubbed the head of my dick with the girl's finger, and then raised it to Kiersten's mouth. “Taste it. Feel it on your tongue.”

“Is that what his cock tastes like?”

“Kinda,” Jamie answered. “I like it. I like giving and getting oral sex, at least with him. Dad, why don't you lick her now?”

“Good idea.” I moved down and placed a small kiss on Kiersten's warm mound where my fingers had been.

She was already trembling before my tongue first touched her. Her smooth pink skin was shiny with leaked fluids. She smelled sweet and hot, a little different from Jamie, but still pure, fresh, and ripe. I meant to start slowly, nuzzling her with my nose, kissing her thighs and her lips, trailing my tongue softly over all her exposed goodness before plunging it into her little hole, but I couldn't help myself. I had to taste her.

“Ooooh,” Kiersten gasped, clenching thigh and belly muscles. “Ooh. Oh, God!”

“Wait'll he gets warmed up,” Jamie snickered.

She didn't have to wait long. I alternated between soft caresses of my lips on her lower ones, and deep thrusts of my tongue against her wet opening. Her legs never relaxed, but they spread wider as I licked her, until finally, her knees were against the bed. That was when Jamie took my cock in her mouth. That was also when Kiersten whined, “I'm gonna cum.”

I pushed a finger a little way into her opening and sucked on her clit.

“Oh shit! Cumming!” she moaned. Each spasm of her tight channel on my finger brought a fresh drop of moisture. Jamie kept slowly tonguing and sucking me, so it was difficult to concentrate, but I did what I could to lick Kiersten clean.

As she recovered, she propped herself up on her elbows. “Daddy Bill, that was so awesome. I've never cum like tha... Oh my God, Jamie! You're sucking your dad's cock!”

“Mm-hmm,” Jamie murmured, never pulling her mouth off me.

“Wow,” Kiersten whispered. “That's so hot.”

Jamie released me and took slow licks from base to glans. “Wanna try it?”

“After what he did, hell yeah! I like watching videos on the web, but I don't really know what to do.”

“Get down here and I'll show you.”

Grateful Dead's “Hell in a Bucket” flashed through my head when I rolled on my back. There was no denying I was enjoying the ride. Jamie's pretty breasts hardly bounced as she bobbed up and down. Kiersten stretched out on her belly on my other side, her short, wavy hair allowing me to appreciate the perfection of the skin of her back as it curved down to her magnificent ass. She propped herself up on her elbows, eyes wide, gumdrop nipples against my thigh.

“Here's what you do,” Jamie said, stroking my spit-wet member in her hand. “Hold him by the shaft at first. Run your tongue all around the top of it, like this.” She demonstrated. “Your turn.”

Kiersten grasped my cock gently around the base and extended her tongue. As soon as her wet tip touched mine, a drop of my clear fluid leaked out.

“Is that what his cum will taste like?” she asked.

“Kinda. Do you like it?”

“I think so.” She licked all around the head of my dick, like Jamie had shown her.

“Lick the whole thing. Make it wet with your spit before you put it in your mouth. He likes that.”

Kiersten ran her tongue all over me, kissing, rubbing it back and forth over her lips.

“That's really good!” Jamie exclaimed. “Isn't it, Dad?”

“Yeah,” I gasped.

“Here's what you do next,” she said, her forehead against Kiersten's. “Excuse me.” Jamie lowered her mouth onto me, taking about half my length, bobbing up and down a few times, and then sucking hard, lips smacking when I popped free. “Don't let your teeth touch him. Let's see you do it.”

Kiersten fondled my erection, smiled, and kissed the tip of it. “Will he cum if I suck him?”

“Yeah,” Jamie and I said in unison.

Kiersten licked all around the head of my cock again. “A lot?”

Jamie looked at me and giggled. “Probably.”

“Cool!” Kiersten again mimicked my daughter's actions by taking me into her mouth. She moved slowly at first, taking me as deep as she could and then withdrawing so that only my crown was between her lips. She bobbed rapidly a few times, finally stopping and rubbing my cock on her tongue. “How's that?”

“Keep that up and he'll cum, Kiersten.”

“Will you, Daddy Bill?”

“Thinking about it,” I groaned.

“Let me help you guys,” Jamie said. She took my cock from her best friend, held it up, and started licking it. “C'mere, Kiersten, there's enough here for you, too.”

Jamie sucked hard on the head of my cock while Kiersten licked my shaft. After a while, she nudged my daughter out of the way and took me into her mouth herself. They swapped me back and forth like that until I started to spurt. The first part of my load went in Jamie's mouth, but she pulled off and jerked the rest of it onto her friend's waiting tongue.

“Now swallow it,” Jamie gurgled. Kiersten got to her knees, an errant dollop hanging from her chin as she swallowed, licked her lips, and swallowed again.

“Wow,” was all she said.

“Congratulations, you gave your first blowjob, but you're a messy eater,” Jamie giggled. Kiersten knelt motionless beside me, looking a little stunned, a grin on her face, a glob of my product on her chin, and a splatter on her one big tit.

“Huh?”

“There's cum on your chin!”

“Where?” Kiersten asked, extending her tongue to search for it.

“Right here,” Jamie said, leaning over to wipe it off her friend's face. “See?” she held up her messy finger.

“You know what I saw once online?” Kiersten asked. She pulled my daughter's cum-smeared finger to her lips, and wiped them with it. Still holding it against her mouth, Kiersten leaned toward her friend until the finger was touching them both. Kiersten extended her tongue and delicately licked her side of it.

Jamie copied her actions, and inevitably, their tongues touched. They kissed like that for a while, almost innocently. Or as innocent as it can be when two naked teenagers, my daughter and her best friend, are licking cum-taste off each other's lips and tongues. My cum-taste.

Kiersten said, “Remember when you asked me if I had done anything with my s****r?”

“You have?” Jamie grinned.

“No, but I've thought about it, maybe more than I like to admit. Sometimes when I watch stuff online, I think I look at the girls as much as the guys. Does that make me a lesbian?” Kiersten asked.

“We just made Dad cum in your mouth, so I don't think so. Did you like it?”

“Doing that with him? Yeah!” Kiersten giggled.

“Look,” my daughter said, pointing at the smear of semen on her perky breast. “I got that off your big boobies when we were kissing.”

“I like your breasts better, Jamie. They fit your body so well, not like my big knockers.”

“Are you k**ding? Every girl in our class would kill to have boobs like yours! Why do you think we teased you back when we were k**s? We saw how the guys looked at you, and then they'd look at us and smirk. Like, 'When are you gonna grow some tits?' We were all jealous.”

“Do yours feel different than mine?” Kiersten asked.

“I don't know. Do they, Dad?”

“Hers are bigger, but maybe you should come here so I can compare,” I said, motioning to the girls to lie down next to me. We played and explored for a while, a naked teen on either side of me, a damp pussy rubbing each of my thighs.

“You're hard again,” Kiersten said, running her fingers up and down my shaft.

“What do you expect?” Jamie laughed. “You're playing with his dick!”

“I know, but it's so cool.”

Jamie said, “I've been fascinated with his penis for a while, since it's the only adult one I've seen, but now that I've done stuff with it, all I have to do is look at it and I start dripping. It's like when your mouth waters when you smell your favorite food cooking.”

“You're that wet too?” Kiersten asked.

“Pretty wet,” Jamie giggled, sitting up cross-legged on the bed. Her little petals glistened with moisture. “How wet do you get?”

“Soaked. See?” She spread her puffy lips apart to reveal an interior awash with juices. My tongue and cock battled in my brain for it, but my tongue won.

Jamie had her head between her friend's knees before I did. “Can I look at it up close? It's impossible to hold a mirror and get the light just right and all. Please?”

“I know what you mean. I've tried often enough,” Kiersten said.

As I watched, Jamie studied her friend's wet virgin pussy. “Can I touch it?”

“I,.. I guess so.”

Jamie spread Kiersten's puffy outer lips to look inside. “That's so awesome,” she murmured, her breath making her friend grip the sheets. “Dad, does she taste like me?”

“You're both delicious, sort of a blend of honey and lemon and fresh cream. I can't describe it better.”

“I know what I taste like,” my daughter said.

“How?” Kiersten asked.

“From my fingers when I play with myself, or kissing Dad after he eats me or sucking his cock after it was in my pussy. I do that sometimes if I'm too worn out to take any more, but I think he can go again.”

Kiersten sighed, “I can't believe how good it felt getting my pussy licked. My s****r talks about it all the time, and the girls on those websites always seem to like it. Now I know why. Bill, will you do that again?”

“No, Dad, help me figure out how to do it.”

“Jamie?” Kiersten and I both exclaimed.

“Why not? I know how good it feels, and I like doing oral on you, Dad, so why not on my best friend? I want to see what it is about licking a girl that you like so much. Now, get me started.”

I knew that tone of voice. There would be no denying Jamie on this. Plus, I had to admit, the thought of my lusty daughter licking the pussy of a teenage beauty who wanted me to fuck her was a pretty big turn-on. “I'm not sure how much I can instruct you, honey. You know what I do. You know what you like.”

“Okay, Dad. Are you all right with this, Kiersten?”

She looked at Jamie, her face inches from her sex. “Do it. Maybe I'll learn something I can use later.”

Jamie grinned and placed a small kiss on her friend's inner left thigh. Kiersten's legs immediately parted, and my daughter began raining ever more frantic kisses over the girl's thighs and mound, licking and sucking, even nibbling, on everything but her pussy itself.

“Daddy Bill?”

“Yes, Kiersten?”

“I like looking at your penis. Do you want me or is it Jamie that has you so turned on?”

Jamie started to giggle from between her friend's legs. “If you're smart, you won't answer that,” she said.

“Does it matter what I say? This whole thing is so wrong it isn't funny.”

“Are you going to start that 'fathers and daughters do don't this kind of thing' rant of yours again? I can imagine what you'll say about fathers and daughters and friends,” Jamie said, pausing from her licking. “You're so funny, and I love you so much.” She pushed a finger inside Kiersten and began probing her.

“Oh, God,” Kiersten hissed. We made eye contact, and she reached out and grabbed my cock, rubbing her one fat nipple with it. “I think I'm ready for you, Bill.”

“I want him first,” Jamie said. “He's my dad, after all. I'll keep playing with you, okay, Kiersten? Dad, I want you behind me.”

I moved into place and rubbed my drooling cock over Jamie's already wet labia. Lining up, I pushed slowly inside.

“Don't cum in me. Save that for Kiersten, but make me feel good first.”

Don't cum? Easier said than done. I was balls-deep in my daughter's tight, juicy tunnel, holding her creamy little asscheeks in my hands, watching her do an amazingly good job of devouring her best friend's meaty cunt.

I couldn't resist moving. I had done this with her enough by now to know the power she needed to build to a strong orgasm, and the pace I could maintain without, hopefully, going off right away. With Jamie moving to help me, Kiersten's big boobs started rolling with our rhythm. I pushed deep inside my daughter and held her still, my hands wrapped around her pelvis so that my fingertips could play around her clit. “Oh, God, Dad!” she wailed, and then she buried her face in Kiersten and worked her harder than ever.

Kiersten was still cumming when I pulled out of Jamie. She was still shuddering when Jamie, finished with her own climax, rolled over on her side. “Take over, Dad,” she giggled, wiping her chin.

Two fresh teen pussies, my daughter's gaping slightly from the treatment my cock had given it, and the one I was going to de-flower, wet with a mixture of girl cum and saliva. Could it get more depraved than this? “Are you ready? Do you still want to do this?” I asked.

“You'll love it, maybe not at first, but I promise you'll love it,” Jamie said.

“Hush, sweetie. I'm talking to your friend, not you.”

“How much will it hurt, Bill?”

“I don't know. Jamie said it hurt a lot. I've heard other women say it wasn't too bad.”

“There's only one way to find out,” Kiersten said, her hand reaching for my wet cock.

“You're right.” I wiped my straining hardness over her juicy slit, up and down, from behind her opening to her clit. Each time, I used more pressure, until I was notched in her entrance. “You're sure?”

“Yes.”

I pushed gently until she parted to admit me. As soon as she surrounded my head, I stopped. “Are you okay?”

She smiled and pulled me down for a kiss. “I'm glad you're my first, Bill.”

I moved in until I felt her resistance. She winced a little and gave me a weak grin. “I'm nervous.”

I kissed her again, gently at first, her face rather than her mouth. Every time I found a new place to kiss, I moved out a fraction of an inch and then back in, angling differently each time, slowly stretching her outer area. “Do you want me to warn you, or should I just do it?” I leaned down to suckle on her breast and wait for an answer.

“You've warned me enough. I'll be ready when you think it's the right time.”

I pushed in against her hymen again, waiting for her to wince. When she did, I pulled back. Nibbling on her other nipple, I pushed my hand between us to play with her clit as I stroked in and out of her outer passage. I found the depth, just barely bumping her hymen as I stimulated her, and when she started crying out her orgasm, I broke through and stopped.

Jamie saw her friend jolt. “Are you okay?” she whispered.

Kiersten let out a shuddering sigh. “That wasn't that bad. It got really hot for a second, kind of like the sting of waxing, but then I was cumming and couldn't think about it. Now it's just a little sore. I feel really full.”

“You're not full,” Jamie giggled. “He's probably halfway inside you.”

My new lover studied my eyes and then pulled me down for a kiss. “When do I get the rest?”

Her slick muscles gave way grudgingly to their new visitor, but finally I reached full depth. We moved, adjusting ourselves for comfort, kissing tenderly. She wrapped her legs around me. “I think I'm ready.”

It took us very little time to find a pace we liked, slow but deep, not really thrusting – more a pressing together.

“That feels good,” Kiersten murmured.

“I'm glad.” I started fondling a nipple again.

“I think I'm ready to go faster.” She pulled back a little more when we drew apart this time, and I pushed back a little harder. We weren't rutting, but we were making love with more enthusiasm.

“Oh, fuck! I know just what that feels like,” Jamie whined. Kiersten and I both looked at her, thrusting her fingers rapidly in and out of herself and pulling on her one nipple.

“Make me cum, Bill. Make me cum for the first time with a man inside me,” Kiersten whispered in my ear, her fingertips digging into my buttocks to urge me on.

I pulled out enough to get my fingers on her wet clit again, and began stroking purposefully in and out of her tight teen pussy. “May I cum inside you?”

“I won't feel like I've had sex with you if you don't,” she panted. “Shit!” Her nails raked my asscheeks as her vaginal muscles squeezed. When her contractions weakened, mine began. “I feel it! You're cumming, aren't you? Oh God!” she squealed, as new spasms of her soaked walls milked the last from me.

When it was over, I pulled my spent cock from her and rolled on my back, moving her to lie partially on top of me. As we kissed sensuously, coming down from our high, I realized this was exactly what I did with Jamie when she gave me her innocence, not so long ago.

Jamie saw it too. “I'd be jealous if I didn't love you both so much.” She snuggled in on my other side. I had two pussies, two pairs of boobs, and two lovely heads pushed against me. “How did you like it, Kiersten?” she asked.

“My s****r told me sex was good. She didn't tell me it was this good. Thank you, Bill. You too, Jamie.”

Jamie said, “You asked earlier if you were a lesbian because you thought about girls. What does that make me?”

“I don't know,” her friend replied. “Maybe bi?”

“Bi-curious, at least,” I said. “If you're with someone you care about, there's nothing wrong with it.”

“That, or sharing with you, Dad,” Jamie giggled.

I moved so I could see Kiersten's face. “Are you okay?”

She returned my look of concern with one of her own. “I'm fine. I'm completely fine with everything that happened. Thrilled! I asked you to teach me stuff, and you did. If it's okay with you guys, I'll come back for a refresher course.”

“Can we sl**p with you tonight, Dad?” Jamie asked.

“Um, I guess so. There isn't much to hide anymore.”

“I think I want a shower,” Kiersten said.

“Me too,” Jamie agreed.

“You ladies go ahead. I'll change the bedding.”

The girls giggled their way to the bathroom while I started stripping the spotted, rumpled sheets. My mind was reeling. Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine something more arousing, more taboo, and more salaciously sick than a threesome with my daughter and her best friend. Jamie came back into the room, knelt in front of me, and cleaned me with a warm washcloth. “I knew there would be a little bl**d on you.”

“Honey, is she okay?”

“She was humming when she got in the shower, so I would say yes.” When Jamie was done, she placed a small chaste kiss on my penis, and then stood to put a similar one on my lips. “Do you have any idea how proud you made me?”

“Proud?”

“Yes. I told you before that Kiersten said she wanted you. I didn't tell you how much detail she went into about it. She's been talking non-stop ever since the day she helped me wash the car. I'm proud of you for the way you treated her.”

“Is she infatuated with me? That could be a real problem.”

“No, it’s fine. I'll talk to her.”

“The sooner, the better.”

“Kiersten? Make room in the shower for me,” she called across the hall to the bathroom. “I'll talk to her right now,” Jamie said. She gave my cock a playful squeeze and bounced out of the room.

Numbly, I pulled off the last of the rumpled bedding and carried it down to the laundry room. Jamie would know how to get the stuff clean. I went back to my room and set about the task of re-making my king-size bed. For the first time since I bought the thing, I didn't mind the stretching and reaching it took to put the sheets on just right.

The girls had stopped talking and laughing. All I heard was the sound of the shower against skin. Then, I heard Jamie moan, “That's it! Right there!”

I was fluffing the pillows when the water finally shut off across the hall. I wondered if I would be taking a cold shower, and as I watched them dry off through the open door, it seemed like that might not be a bad idea. I couldn't stop staring at them. Jamie did what she always did when she got out of the bath, applying her deodorant, lotions, and body spray, and then working on her hair, unconcerned about her nudity. I had seen it all before, pretty regularly in recent weeks. Kiersten did the very same thing, probably exactly the way she does at home. Seeing them together was intensely erotic.

Kiersten's shorter, wavy hair arranged itself into her cute, perky style quickly, so she was done first. She came across the hall into my room, beautiful, fresh, and naked. She grazed her hand across my swelling manhood. “Is that because of me or Jamie?”

“Both of you.”

“When we washed your car and you saw us as good as nude – was your hard-on for me, or Jamie, or both of us?”

“Both.”

“Thought so. That's cool, Bill. It really is. It would be different if you didn't know you. I've always thought of you as my second father, my 'fun-daddy'. Growing up, I felt a lot different about you than my own dad – closer, more loved. You were the one who took me camping the first time, to amusement parks, movies, and the beach. My parents are kind of boring, and they spent a lot of time on my s****r's modeling stuff when I was younger.”

“Jamie told me. You girls always got along, even when you were little k**s, and I always liked you, so I wanted you to come with us.”

Kiersten hugged me, her naked body so arousing to hold. “You're my 'fun-daddy' in a new way now. I can keep as quiet about what the three of us did as you can, okay? I love you both, and I want to do this again.” We were locked in a kiss when Jamie tiptoed in and smacked her friend's ass.

“Before you two mess up another set of sheets, let's get something to eat. I'm going to the kitchen. C'mon, Kiersten. Let my dad get his shower. There's probably enough hot water left.”

I managed to calm down as I bathed. It felt very good washing my genitals, but I resisted the urge to do more. I had to get my head around things, not my hand.

The girls put together a platter of cheese and fruit. I found them sitting on the sofa in their nightshirts when I arrived in fresh pajamas and a tightly tied robe. I sat on the floor across from them where I could reach the snack plate.

“Dad,” Jamie said, “please get over this guilt thing you're carrying. We're okay, you and I, and Kiersten is too, aren't you?”

“Yes, Bill, I am. Jamie told me how concerned you were when we were showering and raiding the fridge. Please, I'm a big girl now, okay? I am absolutely fine with what we all did. I love you both, but I'm not 'in love' with either of you. I'm smart enough to keep my mouth shut about everything.”

“There's a lot at stake. The last thing I need is for people to start gossiping about all this. I don't want people to be uncomfortable coming to this house. Your parents would kill me if they knew what I did.”

“No, they'd kill me, so I'll never tell them.”

“Will you stop worrying, Dad? I graduate from high school tomorrow, and I want you sitting in the audience looking happy.”

Glancing at Jamie, I saw her pretty pussy peeking out from her old t-shirt. “Tomorrow night when Melody is here, I think you should wear panties, Jamie. It wouldn't be a good idea if she thought I could see you.”

“Is it okay if I don't wear panties, Bill?” Kiersten said, hiking up her football jersey and putting her feet up on the couch to display herself to me. “I bet I won't be sore at all by tomorrow night.”

“Kiersten, behave!” Jamie laughed. “What's gotten into you, girlfriend?”

“You were there, sweetie,” Kiersten said, her sex still exposed to me. “I always wanted to feel sexy, maybe even secretly slutty. Now, suddenly, I do. I got my pussy licked repeatedly by a hot man and my best friend. I sucked a cock, swallowed cum, lost my cherry, and then made your dad shoot inside me after he was inside you. I ate pussy and liked it. I'm a sexually-active adult woman now. That's a nice feeling.”

“Yeah, it is,” Jamie said, grinning at the new bulge forming under my robe.

I shifted my position to try to hide it, and so Kiersten's beautiful opening wouldn't be directly in my line of sight. “What's the plan for tomorrow?”

“Melody said she would text me when she wants to bring over her stuff before lunchtime. She'll drop Kiersten off at her place, and they'll get ready and go to graduation with their families. You'll take me, and we'll bring Melody and Kiersten along when we come home.”

“All right, honey. That should work. I took the day off from work so I can get a haircut, wash the car, and go for groceries. I can run any last-minute errands you need me to.”

“Um, Dad, there is one thing, if you would.”

“What?”

“Well, we're all eighteen now, and it's graduation, and Melody's and Kiersten's folks let them do it at home a little, just like you do, and,...”

“I thought you didn't want a d***ken party.”

“I don't. But if no one is driving and we all stay inside, can we maybe have a little celebration?”

“Can I trust you girls to keep quiet about what's happened when Melody is here? I need to know right now.”

Jamie looked at me, then to her best friend. “I can keep my mouth shut. I won't drink enough to say something dumb. I have too much to lose.”

“I don't know how to reassure you guys,” Kiersten said. “I promise I will never say anything. It would be bad for all three of us.”

“All right, ladies. I'll call the other parents, and if they say it's okay, I'll stop and get something. What do you want? Wine coolers? Beer?”

“Bill, can we have champagne? There are some things a girl only gets to do once, and I'd like to celebrate that. We can toast our graduation, and our friendship, and secrets and experiences we've shared,” Kiersten said with a wink.

“Champagne it is.” I would only get two bottles, not nearly enough to make anyone talkative, hopefully.

We finished the snacks and decided it was time for bed. The girls took their turns in the bathroom, and I went last. In my room, Kiersten was on the far side of the bed and Jamie was close to me. Both were on their backs, covered to the chin with the sheet. Empty space was between them. I took off my robe to get in bed. Jamie sat up and kicked the sheet off her nude body.

“Seriously, Dad? Pajamas?”

Kiersten laughed as she sat up to display her globes to me. She pointed at the bulge forming in my pajama pants. “The pj's gotta go, Bill. Jamie told me I shouldn't ask you to make love to me again tonight, and I am kinda sore, but I'd like to help you with that.”

Jamie had my pants d****d on my ankles before I could get my shirt off. My filling manhood bounced as I climbed over her to lie on my back in the middle of the bed. All of us watched my penis expand till it stood tall and proud. “Kiersten, did you like sucking my dad's dick?”

“Yeah. It got me pretty excited, and it was fun making him cum.”

“I love it . Did you like it when he licked your pussy?”

“Duh! Yes!”

“We should do what we tried in the shower,” Jamie giggled.

Color flooded Kiersten's cheeks.

“What did you try in the shower, girls?”

“Remember, Kiersten, secrets are for outside this house,” Jamie said.

“Well, Jamie sort of helped me clean up, and then I helped her clean up, and then we kinda played.”

“And?” my daughter urged, winking at me.

The words tumbled from Kiersten. “And there wasn't really enough room for a sixty-nine and we kept sliding around on the wet tub floor. There, no secrets.”

“That's not all,” Jamie said.

Kiersten shot her a look. “All right, all right. I made you cum, you slut.”

“Slut? You did exactly the same things I did.” Then Jamie started to giggle. “Look at his cock.”

A large drop of pre-cum dripped down onto my belly.

Kiersten's gumdrop nipples got even harder. “Bill, did you like watching Jamie go down on me while you took her from behind?”

“Yes.”

“Did you ever put it in her ass?”

“No.”

“My s****r says that feels really good, and doesn't hurt as bad as losing your cherry if the guy's careful.”

“Dad likes to play with mine. It feels pretty good.”

“What do you guys do?”

I said, “I'll rub it, or lick it sometimes when I'm down there, or sometimes I push a finger inside.”

Jamie added, “It's weird, but it's cool. I looked it up. Dad's right. There are more nerve endings in the rectum than in the vagina, so you would think it could feel good.”

“Have you ever had anal sex with a woman, Bill?”

“Yes.”

“Wasn't it messy?”

“Not gross, if that's what you mean. All sex is messy, and lube makes things messier, but it's all good. The shower afterward can be fun.”

“Did you like it, Dad?”

“Yeah.”

“Why?”

“I don't know. It's different. Taboo.”

“Different and taboo? Most guys your age aren't lying in bed with two naked high school girls he's balling, one of whom is his daughter.”

“True.”

“Taboo doesn't mean much around here any more, so why haven't we done it?”

“Um, well, I,...”

“Dad, look at me. I love you. I love what we do. I love that you've done things for my best friend in the world. Now, I want you to do this for me. Take my anal virginity.”

“Jamie, I,...”

“Now, with Kiersten here. Please, Dad.”

“That's a big step,” I said.

Jamie snuggled against me and started rubbing my cock with her thigh. “You think so? Some of the girls at school do it so they can still say they're virgins or because they're not on birth control. We're way past that. Kiersten knows everything now. She's seen or experienced pretty much all of it. Now I'd like to show her this.”

“You need lube,” Kiersten said, beating my daughter into position and drooling spit onto my cock. She then lowered her mouth and spread the slickness down as far as she could.

“How much porn do you watch?” Jamie laughed, licking the part of me that her friend couldn't reach. “Be right back!” She scampered from the room.

“What was all that about?” I asked.

Kiersten took a break from her work. “She's your daughter.”

Jamie bounced back onto the bed with us. “Remember when we were at the mall shopping for Melody's birthday gift?”

“At that store with all the posters and t-shirts with raunchy stuff on them?” Kiersten responded.

“They had free samples at the register.”

“Oh my God, yes!” Kiersten laughed.

“Should we use the cherry-flavor or the g**** lube, Dad?” Jamie asked, showing me two plastic packets, the kind they put in your bag when you ask for mustard at the drive-through.

“You have lube, Jamie? You've been planning this?” I asked.

“Not planning, really. I watched a few videos, and I kinda like it when you play with my ass. You've rubbed me there a few times with your cock, like you want it, so I knew sooner or later we'd do it. I think now is a good time.”

“And you want Kiersten to watch us?”

“Bill, I want to watch you two. Like the other stuff, I've seen it online, but never for real.”

Jamie said, “Please, Dad. Everything else you've taught me has been amazing, and it feels pretty good when you play around back there.”

I took the packets of lube and handed them to Kiersten. “Hold on to these, sweetie. We'll need them later.”

“Dibs on the g****,” Kiersten said.

“What?” Jamie and I exclaimed together.

“I'm calling dibs on the g****. I want him to use the g**** on me.”

“You want my dad to do you in the ass?”

“Yeah, kinda. Like I said, my s****r said it's great after a while, which is the same thing she said about regular sex. She wasn't wrong on that one.”

“Kiersten,” I said, “I'm not sure you know what you're asking for.”

“Of course I do. We don't have site restrictions on the internet at home.”

“So, how do we do this, Dad?”

“Fathers and daughters don't do this sort of thing,” I murmured, pushing her on her back so I could suckle her breast.

“I know, but lovers do.”

I was between her legs in seconds, feasting on her young pussy.

“Oh, Dad!”

“That's so hot,” Kiersten gasped. I paused to look at her. She had one juicy nipple in her mouth and her hand between her legs.

Two of my fingers found Jamie's sweet vaginal opening and began to play in it as my tongue resumed its work on her clit. She came spectacularly. As soon as she was done, I pulled my fingers from her. A mix of her juice and my saliva drooled from her pussy, and onto her anus. I licked her, from her clit to her star, and then worked my index finger inside it.

“Kiersten, I need that lube now,” I said, getting to my knees.

She handed me the red packet, and took my cock in her hands. “I can't believe I had that inside me. That is so totally cool.” She started sucking on me again.

“You like doing that, don't you?” Jamie asked.

“I sure do,” Kiersten said, drooling spit on me and spreading it around with her hands.

I drizzled some lube on Jamie's ass and on two of my fingers. Teasing, probing, and finally entering her, I tried to work as much goo inside her as I could. Kiersten continued to play with me, jacking, licking, and sucking at a leisurely pace.

“Are you ready, baby?”

“Yes.”

I dripped more lubricant into her slightly open ass, and slathered some onto my cock with my already slick fingers. Kiersten sat back to watch.

I held Jamie by the ankles and pushed her legs up, tilting her pelvis. Her sweet pussy winked at me, but I was aiming for something else this time. I looked at her face one more time. “Are you sure?”

“Do it, Dad.”

Holding myself by the base, I wiped my well-lubed cock back and forth along the crack of her ass, prodding her pucker, teasing it, hoping to get it to relax. Finally, I pushed my way inside, stopping when her hole had captured my crown.

Jamie remembered her breathing, calming herself to help her let go of the tension in her sphincter. It loosened, just a bit at first, but slowly, she adapted. “That's … big,” she gasped.

“Are you all right?”

“Uh huh. Go ahead.”

I pushed in a little deeper. Jamie grabbed her nipples. A little more, and one hand darted down to her clit.

Kiersten shoved some pillows under Jamie's hips to raise her, and then moved to kneel behind her head, taking her ankles from me. “Let me help you guys,” she said. “This is so cool.”

“Dad, are you gonna put it all in me?” Jamie gasped.

“Am I hurting you?” I started to pull out.

“No! I want more, I think,” she said, furiously strumming on her clit.

“Are you sure?”

“Push it back in. More than you did.”

I slowly f***ed myself deeper into my daughter's ass. The hot, wet friction of her was mind-blowing.

“More,” she whispered.

Soon, my abdomen was against the hand she was using on herself, and my balls were against her buttocks.

“How does it feel?” Kiersten asked.

“Amazing. I'm so full and so turned on right now I can barely stand it.”

“Are you gonna cum?” Kiersten was staring wide-eyed at our joining.

“You have to try this,” Jamie panted.

I pulled about half my length out of her ass, allowing free movement of her fingers over her pearl. Then I pushed back in again.

“What about you, Bill? Do you like it?”

I pulled out almost all the way, watching Kiersten watch my cock, and then slid slowly back inside. “Yes, God help me, yes, I do.”

“I thought so.... I love you guys so much.” She leaned toward me, over Jamie, and kissed me hard. Handing Jamie's ankles back to me, she moved so she could kiss Jamie the same way. “Here's my secret slut thing again, Bill.” She moved over her friend and took her breast in her mouth.

Watching all this, I realized I had upped the pace of my thrusts into Jamie. She responded by biting her lip and moaning, fingering herself deeply. One perky breast was moving with our coupling, the other being thoroughly devoured by the busty brunette hanging over her. “Are you okay, Jamie?”

“Cumming soon,” she whined.

“Me too. Where do you want it?”

“Deep.” She started panting, clenching her muscles, cumming on my cock and her finger. I unloaded.

For a while, I held her, still buried deep in her rectum, watching the girls tongue-kissing. I was too overwhelmed to trust myself to put her down gracefully, and besides, it felt too damn good.

Eventually, I dismounted and lowered her to the bed.

“Dad?”

“Yeah?”

She reached for me. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Jamie.” We kissed and cuddled, Kiersten sitting and watching us, caressing her beautiful breasts.

“Thank you, Dad. You were just as gentle with that as with all the rest of it.”

“I never want to hurt you.”

“And I never want to stop being your lover, Dad, but I'm okay with sharing you, sometimes.”

“That is so cool,” Kiersten muttered.

“I think I want to be in the bathroom alone for a couple minutes before you come for your shower. Maybe you can entertain her,” Jamie said, kissing me, and gesturing to her friend who was now on her back, luxuriously masturbating.

I moved over to Kiersten and kissed her one fat nipple. Then I pulled her hand from her pussy and licked her fingers clean. “I'm glad we've talked. I'm glad we've made love.”

She watched me. “Bill, I don't know if you understand how much this all means to me. You know my f****y. My parents are really straight-laced and kind of cold. I know they love me, but they're really bad at showing it, even to each other. Every time I came to your house as a k**, I saw love like I had never seen before. I felt it, even as a little girl. I felt included.”

“I'm glad to hear you say that.”

Kiersten had just bathed my tongue and fingers with her nectar when Jamie said from the doorway, “If we cooperate, we can all fit in the shower. That is, if you two are finished for now. Last one in the shower is a rotten egg.”

It was a tight squeeze, but fun. We helped each other bathe, and by the time we were done, parts of me were very clean. I slept well that night sandwiched between two beautiful young women.

Breakfast was interesting, since the girls insisted on serving it to me in bed. Dessert was enjoyable for all of us.

Everyone was dressed and on their good behavior when Melody arrived with her bag and her air mattress. The girls chatted excitedly about the evening's upcoming events. Kiersten followed Melody out to her car, but not before sneaking a short but intense kiss with me. “It's going to be tough tonight, sl**ping here and knowing that you're upstairs alone in that big bed,” she murmured, giving my cock a final caress through my clothes.

Jamie got to work cleaning the house to prepare for the party, and I ran my errands. When I got home, Jamie helped me put my purchases away, and then pulled herself to me for a kiss. “I heard what Kiersten said to you, Dad. I think she had fun with us. She's right. Knowing you're alone upstairs will be rough on me, too.”

“Just stay on your good behavior and keep your mouth shut,” I said.

“I don't have to do either of those things now,” she whispered, fumbling with my belt as our tongues met.

We were gentle and took our time with each other, experimenting with new positions and ones we already loved. She insisted on having me finish in her mouth, coaxing me to a shuddering orgasm, as intense as the ones she enjoyed.

Jamie looked stunning at commencement, and made me very proud, earning several awards and small scholarships. I caught up to her after the ceremony, and we gathered her friends from their families and drove home.

The girls set up the living room for the night, and then went upstairs to change clothes while I prepared the snacks we had discussed. Soon, the giggling trio reappeared in the living room dressed for bed. All wore t-shirt or jerseys, and simple cotton panties. Melody's shirt was the shortest. Even when she was standing, I could see her little camel-toe through her pink panties. I caught both Jamie and Kiersten checking my lap when they saw me trying not to look at her too closely.

“Time to start the celebration, Dad,” my daughter said. She went in the kitchen and soon returned with a bottle of champagne and four flutes. “Open it.”

It had been a long time since I popped a champagne bottle open, but I managed it, with only a little foam frothing from the mouth of the bottle. Melody started to laugh.

“What's so funny?” Jamie asked.

“Nothing,” Melody giggled.

“Bullshit. Look at Bill” She pointed at me, sitting cross-legged on the living room floor, the bottle between my legs, the neck sticking up from my lap, oozing white froth. “If you had a dirty mind, you'd know what she's giggling about.”

“Kiersten!” I sputtered.

“Sorry, Daddy Bill, but look at yourself.”

We visited and joked for a while, talking about the girls' plans for the future. Eventually, the second bottle was empty. I was glad I had limited my purchase to just two. Everyone was happy and relaxed, but no one was being inappropriate.

“I think I'll go to bed soon,” I said, taking the empty bottles and glasses to the kitchen. “Try not to make too much noise.”

“We'll be good, Dad. We won't do anything we wouldn't do with you,” Jamie said.

Small comfort.

She kissed me on the lips, not hard, not sexually, but with more warmth and feeling than some fathers and daughters share. Kiersten took her turn, her kiss exactly as loving than Jamie's had been. When she broke away, Melody stood and put her arms around me, like she's done for years.

“Thank you, Bill, for throwing this little party. It means a lot to me.” Her kiss was nice, warm and fun, with no overt flirtatiousness, although she did press herself against me in a full-body hug. A bit confused, and more than a bit concerned I might react, I said goodnight and went upstairs.

Jamie was coming out of her bedroom with a wrapped gift when I finished in the bathroom. “You're such a good dad. My friends totally love you. Goodnight.” She kissed me long and hard, and headed downstairs. I went in my room, leaving the door open. Eavesdropping is wrong, but I thought I should know what was being said.

“I'm not tired yet,” I heard Kiersten say.

“Neither am I. Wanna play a game?” Melody asked.

“Like what?”

“I dunno. 'Truth or Dare' is pretty much required at a slumber party,” Melody stated.

“In eighth grade, maybe,” Jamie laughed.

“C'mon! It'll be fun,” Melody persisted.

“Okay, I'll go first,” Kiersten said. “Melody, truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

“Okay. Have you ever had sex?”

“No!” Melody laughed.

“Do you want to?”

“That's a second question, but I'll bend the rules. Of course I want to have sex,” she answered. “My turn now. Jamie, truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

“Okay, same question.”

There was a long silence, followed by Kiersten saying, “You know the rules.”

“All right, all right. I'll answer, but no more questions to me on this topic. Yes, I have.”

“Really?” Melody squeaked. “Who was he? When? Why didn't you tell me?”

“I said, no more questions. Truth or dare?”

“I don't trust you not to make me do something embarrassing, so truth.”

“Have you ever had any kind of sexual contact with a guy? Or a girl? Stuff you can't do in public?”

Melody hesitated for a moment, and then said, “No. Only myself.”

“You like to play with yourself, don't you?” Kiersten asked.

“You don't?” Melody responded with a huff.

“Open your birthday gift. It's from Jamie and me together.”

I heard wrapping paper tearing. Then Melody said, “You guys are terrible!”

“Put the batteries in.”

Soon there was a distinct buzzing sound, which was then drowned out by teen girl laughter.

“Where did you guys get this?” Melody asked.

“That novelty store at the mall, you know, the one where they check ID before they sell some of the stuff.”

“Well, thanks, you two. It's a lot nicer than the ones I “borrow” from Mom. I'll give you a full report on it. Now, it's my turn. Jamie, truth or dare?”

“Dare.”

“You're gonna regret that!” Melody laughed. “I dare you to kiss Kiersten. Not a little peck, either. I dare you to make out with her.”

“Bitch,” Kiersten giggled.

I didn't hear anything for a while, but I could picture what was going on.

Eventually, Jamie said, a little breathlessly, “Melody, you just changed the game. It's my turn, and I'm not giving you a choice. Dare. There should be a tube of lube in the bottom of the box your vibe came in. Try it out.”

“Are you crazy? Here? Now? With you guys watching and your dad upstairs?”

Kiersten said, “What's the matter? Are you embarrassed? I just made out with a girl and played with her boobs while you watched!”

“He's sound asl**p by now,” Jamie said. “Besides, he said he would close his door, so he won't hear anything unless you get loud.”

There was silence for a moment, and then Melody said, “You'd better be right. I do want to try it out.”

“We're not stopping you,” Kiersten laughed.

“All right. I was going to show you guys this anyway,” Melody said. “I treated myself to a birthday present this morning. I was sick of shaving all the time and still not feeling really smooth.”

“You got waxed?” Kiersten asked. “Your little kitty always had that nice red fur. I think red pubes are cute, but that does look great.”

“I went to the same place Mom does. I remember the first time I saw her without any hair, I thought it looked really good.”

“Take your top off, too.” Jamie said.

“What, you want to see my little boobies?”

“Consider it part of the dare.”

“If I had a rabbit vibe, I'd want to be able to play with my tits while I used it. Don't be a prude. Jamie, maybe we can make her more comfortable.”

“We should get naked, too?” Jamie asked. “Sure.”

Melody asked, “What's on the label? 'Sweet Vanilla'?”

“It's edible.”

“Why?”

Jamie mused, “Maybe so your lover can use the vibe on you and go down on you afterward.”

“Mmmm, that sounds nice to me,” Kiersten said. “Go ahead, Melody. You told me you lost your cherry horseback riding, so you should be able to take the whole thing.”

“I guess that's when it happened. I know I bled the time I got thrown and broke my wrist. Mom's dildos never hurt. Okay, here goes.”

Lying in my bed, I pictured pixie Melody, her reddish-blond hair d****d over her petite tits, her slender, pale legs spread, her pussy bare and slippery with lube, a toy in her hand, and her luscious nude friends crowded around to watch. Just the snippets of conversation I heard made me wish I was down there to watch. Or, better still, to help.



TO BE CONCLUDED WITH PART 5, AUTUMN 2012....

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“Melody, you just changed the game. It's my turn, and I'm not giving you a choice. Dare. There's a tube of lube in the bottom of the box your vibe came in. Use it.”

“Are you crazy? Here? Now? With you guys watching and your dad upstairs?”

Kiersten said, “What's the matter? Embarrassed? I just made out with Jamie and played with her boobs while you watched! We've all seen each other naked before.”

“Dad said he would close his door, and he's sound asl**p by now.”

There was silence for a moment. Then Melody said, “You'd better be right. I do want to try it out.”

“We're not stopping you.”

“All right. I was going to show you two something anyway. I treated myself to a birthday present. I was sick of shaving and still not feeling really smooth.”

“You got waxed?” Kiersten exclaimed. “Your red pubes were cute, but that does look great.”

“I went to the same place Mom does. I remember the first time I saw her without any hair, I thought it looked really good.”

“Take your top off, too.” Jamie said.

“What, you want to see my little boobies?”

“Consider it part of the dare.”

“If I had a rabbit vibe, I'd want to be able to play with my tits while I used it. Don't be a prude. Jamie, maybe we can make her more comfortable.”

My daughter answered, “We should get naked, too? Sure.”

Melody asked, “What's on the label? 'Sweet Vanilla'?”

“It's edible.”

“Why?”

Jamie mused, “Maybe so your lover can use the vibe on you and then lick you.”

“Mmmm, that sounds nice to me,” Kiersten said. “Go ahead, Melody. You told me you lost your cherry horseback riding, so you should be able to take the thing.”

“I guess that's when it happened. I know I bled the time I got thrown and broke my wrist. Mom's dildos never hurt. Okay, here goes.”

Lying in my bed, I pictured pixie Melody, her reddish-blond hair d****d over her petite tits, her slender, pale legs spread, her pussy bare and slippery with lube, a toy in her hand, and her luscious nude friends crowded around. The snippets of conversation I heard made me wish I was down there to watch. Or, better still, to help.

Jamie said, “I bet that feels really good.”

“It feels huge. Mom's toys are all kinda skinny.”

“It looks huge between your little lips,” Kiersten giggled.

“Where's the on-off switch? Ah, there it is. WHOOO! MY GOD!”

The buzzing stopped and the giggling started. “You had it on 'high',” Kiersten laughed. “No wonder you felt that!”

“Shit! I hardly had any of it in! Let me look at this thing. Okay, this is low, this controls the clit stimulator. Good. I'll try again.”

At first, I heard nothing. Then Jamie asked, “Can you push it in all the way?”

“I don't know. It's fatter than a real penis, isn't it?” Melody moaned.

“No,” Jamie said. “Not some of them.”

“I don't mean porn. I mean real live guys without steroids or weird pills. They're not this big.”

“Sure they are,” Kiersten said.

Melody grunted, “It's in to the base. Are you two happy now?”

“Turn it on.”

The muffled buzzing was soon overwhelmed by Melody's hard panting. “Oh God, that's good! This is the clit stim switch, right?”

“Yes,” Kiersten said.

“Haaahhhhh,” Melody groaned. “Oh shit! OHHHH!” Her feet pounded on the floor like a c***d having a tantrum. “FUCK!”

“Will you keep it down, Melody?” Kiersten stage-whispered.

I needed to go down there and tell them to shut up. Yeah, good idea with a hard-on nothing I could wear would hide.

Jamie solved the problem for me. “If Dad comes down here we're fucked!”

Melody laughed, “You make that sound like a bad thing. Your dad is like the hottest guy I know. If I thought for one second I could get away with it, I'd try screwing him.”

That didn't reduce the potential for a wardrobe malfunction, so I stayed in bed, wide-eyed, listening.

“You little tramp!” Kiersten giggled.

“Like you wouldn't?” Melody countered. “Bullshit! You told me yourself you want him. Some of our friends talk about him. Hell, my mom talks about him! No one understands why he isn't getting laid.”

Melody's mom? Caitlin's the cutest little MILF I know. She's compact like her daughter, with just enough curves to be insanely hot. I've known that woman since Melody and Jamie were in preschool together. The vibrant little strawberry-blond pixie packed a lot of enthusiasm and sexiness into her trim physique and laughing green eyes. I've seen her in a not-so-conservative bikini at the pool at her house. Why she married that pig of a husband is beyond me.

“Wait! Your mom talks about Dad?” Jamie asked. “What does she say?”

“It's not what she says, it's how she says it. The way she holds her head, the way her eyes get wide – every time his name comes up she gets that look, exactly like me in the mirror when I'm getting wet from one of her toys. I can't believe Dad doesn't see it.”

That was all I needed. I was considering jerking off in bed like a teenager anyway, listening to nubile, sweet Melody ramming herself with a vibe while my naked daughter and her voluptuous friend watched. And now I hear that Melody's mom likes me? Oh, yeah, my cock was going down real quick.

Jamie scolded, “Shut up! Listen! I think I hear Dad. I'm gonna try to deal with him. Get decent and hide that stuff.”

“Shouldn't you put something on, too?” Melody asked.

“Oh, yeah.”

I hadn't made a sound, so I didn't know what Jamie thought she heard. I was on my back, the sheet over me, my erection obvious. My daughter appeared at my open door a moment later, pulling her t-shirt down.

She turned on the light and mouthed. “Act mad.”

I stifled a laugh, got out of bed, and tiptoed over to kiss her. Then I pulled back and said in my stern father voice, “What the hell are you three doing?”

“I'm sorry. I told them to shut up.”

“You were pretty damn loud yourself a few times, young lady. I won't repeat this. Keep the noise down!”

Jamie grinned and blew me a kiss, then pointed at me, and then downstairs.

“No!” I mouthed.

She whispered back, “To talk. I want to see Melody's reaction.”

I gave her a dirty look, grabbed my robe to hold in front of me, and said, loud enough to be heard in the living room, “You know what? I'll tell them myself. Let's go. It's time for a discussion.”

Jamie's grin faded, as though she thought I might not be acting anymore. “Oops.” She turned and led me down to the living room.

Kiersten and Melody sat at opposite ends of the sofa.

“Stay seated. Jamie, you sit over there. I'll sit between your friends. Melody, how long have you known me?”

“I remember calling you Uncle Bill when I was little.”

“You were in preschool. You were four. Kiersten, how old were you?”

“We talked about that last night. Probably four or five.”

“Jamie, you don't remember your mother at all. It's always been just me.”

When she nodded, I continued, “We've known each other a long time. I care very deeply about all of you. Kiersten, Melody, you two helped me raise Jamie, in a way. The three of you playing together was easier than taking care of her alone. You spent a lot of time here, right?”

Kiersten offered, “I told you last night about my nickname for you when I was little. You were my fun-daddy, 'cuz I always had fun with you.”

“Yes. Now, I broke a promise, and I'm ashamed to admit it. I didn't close my door tonight.”

“Shit,” Melody whispered. She looked like she might cry.

“How much did you hear?” Kiersten asked.

“Enough. Look, you have more right to be upset than me. I kept my door open to be sure you three settled down and didn't get into any mischief. You're legal adults, but in my house I feel responsible for you.”

“I'm so sorry, Bill,” Melody blubbered.

I pulled her to rest her head on my shoulder. She smelled faintly of vanilla and fresh teen pussy. “Sorry for what? For having fun? For playing a silly game? For talking dirty and feeling good? All I'll say is, when you play with guys, be safe and intelligent, and if you're going to play any more tonight, keep the damn noise down. Okay?”

She wiped her cute green eyes with her hands. “Okay.”

“Good. Goodnight.” Clutching my robe, I stood and kissed her on the forehead. Turning away from her and facing Kiersten, I struggled to keep my eyes on her face, not on the breasts straining against her jersey. “Can you behave?”

Her eyes flickered to my crotch a few times, like she suspected the reason I carried my robe. “Yes. I'm sorry, Bill.”

I kissed the top of her head. “Goodnight.”

Jamie was in her new favorite sitting position – cross-legged, crotch exposed. Thank God, she listened to what I said the night before. Her pink bikini panties barely hid my favorite place. The little tease knew it.

“We'll be good,” she said.

I kissed her on the cheek and headed upstairs. “I'm closing my door. Stay in the house. Don't do anything dumb. Be quiet so I can sl**p.”

I went upstairs and used the bathroom. When I came out, it was dark downstairs, and the girls were whispering. I closed my door, pulled the sheet up, and wondered how easy it would be to fall asl**p.

It seemed like a minute later when Jamie opened my curtains, letting brilliant sunlight glare on my face. “Hungry?” she asked.

Her friends stood in the doorway grinning. The were all dressed alike – Daisy Duke-style shorts and tank tops, and obviously not a bra among them. Three enticing camel toe displays, three pairs of young, unfettered breasts, and three pairs of eyes focused on the morning-wood tent in my sheet.

“Uuuunghh,” I groaned, rolling on my side. “What time is it?”

“Breakfast time. We're all cooking,” my annoyingly cheerful daughter answered.

“Lemme get a shower.”

The girls didn't move. They looked like they were ready to burst.

“I'm gonna get a shower now. With you three in the kitchen, you don't need me, so run along. I'll catch up,” I said.

Still, no one moved. I caught Jamie's eye and gave her my old “Daddy's not amused” look. Her eyes twinkled with naughtiness, but she turned toward the door and said, “C'mon, I'll start the waffles.”

When I was certain they were downstairs, I grabbed some clothes and locked myself in the bathroom.

At breakfast, everyone behaved. The girls babbled about clothes and music videos. Desperately, I tried to concentrate on my food or on the pretty face of whatever girl was talking, not her nipples, or memories or fantasies of her.

“Let's go winter-clothes shopping!” Jamie said.

They did the dishes, since it was Jamie's turn, and then scampered upstairs for the obligatory wardrobe change.

Melody came down first and sat at the kitchen table where I sipped another cup of coffee. “Bill?”

“Hmm?”

“How much did you really hear last night?”

Ah, shit, I thought we were past that. What do I say to her?

“You're thinking too long. Please be honest. Do you know what happened and what was said?”

“Yes.”

“All of it?”

“A lot.”

“So you know.”

“I know what?”

“You know none of us are virgins.”

“I know that technically, you still are.”

“If you mean being with a guy, yes. I'm not sure how I feel about that. How do you feel about it?”

“Me? It's not my concern. I'm not your father. You're an adult. Make adult decisions.”

“But what if I don't know what I want? What if I can't decide? What if I'm scared?”

“That's what friends and f****y are for, honey.”

“I can't really talk to my friends about it. They think I'm weird enough as it is – the flat-chested little girl who's never been on a date. Dad thinks it's great. He stopped understanding me when he took the training wheels off my bike. He likes the fact that I'm like a little girl. Me feeling like a woman would give him a coronary. Mom and I always talk about everything, but I can't go to her with this.”

The gentleman in me said, “I'll listen if you like.”

“It's a guy. He'd never want me, but I can't stop thinking about him. I love him, and he loves me, but we're not IN LOVE or anything. That would never work. But I want him. All he'd have to do is ask, and I'd let him do anything to me.”

Oh, no. No. I'm already doing enough stupid things. I'm not going there.

Jamie appeared at exactly the right time, plunking a baseball cap on Melody's head. “Perfect! Let's go!” She grabbed the car keys and gave me a quick peck on the lips. “I'll make us all lunch when we get back.” Kiersten arrived in time to see Jamie's kiss, so she followed suit. They looked at their friend.

Melody turned the baseball cap around and gave me a nice warm kiss and hug. “Can we talk later?” she murmured in my ear.

“Of course.”

She kissed me again, and the trio went out the door.

By the time I finished weekend chores, I was baking. In the shower again, I thought the rest of the day should be spent in air conditioning.

The Three Musketeers – what all the parents called them – straggled in the door shortly after I came downstairs.

“Phew! It's hot out there!” Jamie exclaimed.

“I'm staying inside the rest of the day,” I said.

“Not us!” Kiersten chirped. She pulled a tube of sunscreen from a bag. “This is all any of us bought. The cool clothes in my size make me look dumpy, the stuff in Jamie's size makes her look too skinny, and there was nothing in Melody's size.”

“No, the cutesie-p*o, makes-me-look-like-a-c***d stuff was there, all right,” Melody sneered. “Not clothes a college girl would wear. Looks like I'm shopping online again.”

Kiersten bubbled, “Bill, come with us to Melody's pool after lunch!”

“Yeah, Dad. You can chaperone.”

I wish she'd stop making jokes like that.

Melody spoke up. “Bill, yes, please come along. I feel like I'm abandoning the host of my own party.”

This had the potential to go horribly wrong. I still wasn't convinced Jamie and Kiersten could be discrete, especially together, and Melody suspected I knew what she said about me.

“My parents should be home.”

Okay, if things get awkward for me, I'll hang out in the garage with Doug. We'll sit on stools at his workbench near the fan, drinking beer and talking about sports. Not a bad way to spend a hot afternoon. “All right. We'll move the party to your pool after lunch.”

Jamie, Kiersten, and their stuff filled the backseat, and Melody sat up front with me for the drive to her house. She was in her cut-offs and tank top again, the car's shoulder belt separating her perky breasts. Kiersten and Jamie shared a huge beach bag. How much stuff do girls need to swim and lie in the sun?

Melody said, “Park on the street. Dad's crap fills the garage, and someone might need to run an errand.”

The girls grabbed their stuff and trooped into the house. “Go through the gate. Mom and Dad are probably swimming,” Melody tossed over her shoulder.

I wore board trunks and a t-shirt, so I grabbed my towel and sunblock and walked to the gate. Someone was splashing in the water. I went in and closed the gate behind me. That's when I saw the bikini lying on the deck near a lounge chair. I turned to see a cute ass disappear beneath the surface. Seconds later, Melody's mom, Caitlin, popped her head up at the other end.

“Bill! Oh my God, you startled me! I knew the girls were coming, but they didn't say anything about you, and I was working on my tan, and I got hot, and I love swimming naked, and ... well, shit. You've kinda seen me now.”

She swam toward me on the surface of the water until it was barely chest deep. “Would you toss me my suit?”

I tossed her the bottoms first, turquoise cloth and strings that seemed too small for an adult. It landed in front of her. She didn't even try to cover her breasts as she pulled the skimpy thing up and adjusted it to her liking. When I threw the top, I aimed for her face. Her cute boobs were completely exposed. They looked pretty much the way I believed Melody's would after seeing her in her t-shirt the night before – perky, big enough to squeeze, but small enough to devour easily, with juicy little nipples on tiny areolas. She arranged the triangles of turquoise over them and waded out of the water.

“Um, nice to see you, too,” she laughed.

I f***ed my eyes up to her face. “I'm so sorry, Caitlin. Melody told me to come in.”

“It's okay. But I don't buy the bit about you being sorry.” She eyed the slight bulge in my shorts.

“Now I'm really sorry. I should go.”

“Nonsense.” She started drying her hair. “Pull up a chaise. I assume the girls are upstairs, picking out suits?”

I spread my towel and sat facing her, hunched in a way I've done several times recently. “I think so. Jamie and Kiersten packed a suitcase.”

The patio door opened, and three teen beauties pranced onto the deck. Jamie wore the suit she shaved for, an “itsy-bitsy, teenie-weenie, yellow polka-dot bikini.” Kiersten had a black, lined version of the tiny suit that turned translucent when she helped my daughter wash the car. I wondered what would happen to Melody's simple, white knit bikini in the water.

“Hi girls!” Caitlin called. “Don't forget about sunblock if you're not staying in the shade.”

“Mom, please, they have a good tan base. You and I are the ones who burn right away.” Melody slathered herself with cream from the tube on the table next to her mother.

The girls went to play in the water while Caitlin and I watched.

“I can't believe how grown up they are,” she mused.

“I know. Off to college in a few months. They've turned into wonderful young women.”

“Beautiful, too.”

“True.” I could have talked all day about how good they looked. How the water and sunscreen made their bodies glisten. How the wisps of fabric they wore over their intimate parts made them look so damn sexy. How much I wanted to be buried inside all these girls, along with the she-elf who lay, nearly nude, within arms' reach. How I cherished the brief glimpses I had gotten of Catilin's tight little ass, her delectable-looking breasts, her bald mound,....

“Did Melody behave last night?” her mom asked.

“Sure,” I lied.

“Really?”

“Uh, yeah. Why wouldn't she?”

Caitlin turned on her side to face me. Her one breast was nearly out of her top. She may not have noticed, but I did. “She's nuts about you, you know.”

“Me?”

“Oh yeah. She talks about you every time she comes home from your place. Melody thinks you're a total hunk. I'm surprised she didn't flirt with you.”

“They all flirt. That's what young girls do, isn't it?” I tried to sound innocent.

“I guess. I did when I was her age. There was a neighbor man – I would have done anything for him. He acted like he didn't notice, but I wanted him so bad to be my first.”

I was starting to perspire, not from the heat of the sun. Did she know something? Impossible. I hope.

“Tell me, Bill. Is it hard for you, living with a beautiful young woman?”

“What do you mean?” Inside, I was thinking how “hard” Jamie makes me, but I summoned all my will to look angelic.

“Doesn't she have young wolves sniffing around the door all the time?”

“Not really. She's had dates, but nothing serious.”

Caitlin said, “Same thing with the others. When I was their age, I had boys swarming all around me. I didn't have big boobs like Kiersten or Jamie's swimsuit model figure. I was a little Tinkerbell character, like Melody. But I had guys who would have happily bedded me. Boys don't seem to care about them.”

“I've heard the girls talk. High school boys were too immature. Jamie said those guys want one thing, and she isn't interested in being a one-night conquest.”

“Melody tells me the same thing. Says she wants an older man for her first. Probably some kind of Daddy thing, since she knows Doug took my virginity, and he's ten years older than me. That's why she was so excited about spending the night at your place.”

“What?” I wasn't sure I wanted to hear the answer.

“She was excited about sl**ping in a man's house, a man she thinks is really cute. Did she come on to you?”

“No! Besides, the other girls were there.”

“I hoped she wouldn't do or say anything foolish with her friends right there. But, be honest. Do you think Melody is attractive?”

“Of course. She should be. She looks a lot like you.”

“Thank you. Maybe I should re-phrase my question. If my daughter offered herself to you, what would you do?”

“I don't understand.”

“Of course you do. If my daughter asked you to take her to bed, would you?”

“Caitlin! No!”

“Why not? She's cute, she's of age, she's on birth control, she's not attached, and I bet she's willing.”

“I feel really awkward with this conversation.”

“Good answer,” she giggled. “That tells me that you think she's pretty and sexy, but you're too much of a gentleman to do anything.”

“Well, yeah, she's awfully young, and she's my daughter's friend, and she's YOUR k**! You and Doug would kill me.”

“He would if he noticed. Doug still thinks she's a little girl. He probably doesn't even know she thinks about sex. He sure as hell doesn't think about it much.”

“Where is Doug, anyway? Melody said you'd both be home. That's why I agreed to come to the pool.”

“He's off skeet-shooting with some guys from work. It's about the only outdoor activity he can do with his weight other than floating here, so I encourage him. Besides, it's better than him getting old axle grease on his clothes from that damn rust-bucket in the garage.”

“How's he coming on the car?”

“Who cares, other than him? He goes to work, eats enough dinner for three, and then he's out there until bedtime. Often, I'm asl**p before he comes upstairs. I've heard of golf widows, fishing widows, and football widows. I'm an old car widow.”

“I'm sorry. I didn't know.”

“I used to be sorry. Say, do you want a drink? I could use a margarita.” I watched her tight ass move in her little turquoise bottoms as she went into the house.

Moments later, Melody climbed out of the water and grabbed a towel. Her white bikini clung to her, showing the cleft between her dainty labia and her cute little nipples hardening as the water evaporated. Her mother told me she wanted me. Melody tried to tell me the same thing herself after breakfast. My God, the trouble I could get myself in!

Caitlin came back with limes, salt, glasses, and a pitcher of margaritas for the grown-ups, and three tall lemonades for the girls.

As Melody helped her mom with the tray, she muttered, “That suit doesn't cover much.”

“Like yours does?” Caitlin giggled, gesturing to her daughter's chest and crotch. “I'm a hell of a lot more covered than I was when you sent Bill through the gate.”

Melody laughed, and held her towel in front of herself while she adjusted her bikini bottoms. Loosening the fit in the front defined her ass crack more.

The other girls spotted the lemonade and got out of the pool. Now I had four pairs of poorly covered breasts, lips, and squeezable asscheeks in front of me. I did what any red-bl**ded man would do. I sat up, wadded a towel in my lap to hide what might happen, and grabbed my drink. Jamie could drive us home. Mid-day drinking always makes me sl**py. A long, slightly d***ken nap in the warm shade this afternoon could occupy time I would otherwise spend as a frustrated perv.

When the girls finished their lemonade and Caitlin and I were through our second drinks, we decided to cool off in the pool. Water polo devolved into water tag, which became a game of “drown Bill.”

When a girl tries to dunk you, you either fight her off or take her with you. Jamie was first and fairly easy to repel. I used every one of her ticklish spots. We splashed and wrestled, and I got a couple handfuls of boob and ass, but I doubt anyone noticed. When I picked her up and threw her away from me, Kiersten took up the assault.

She jumped on top of me, hands and arms on my head, trying to f***e me underwater. That put one breast in my face. I nibbled it through her suit, rooting for her nipple. “Bill!” she gasped. “Don't start what we can't finish!” She spent the rest of her time grabbing at my cock, rubbing herself on me, and jumping up so I could suck her other tit.

Melody climbed on my back. I pushed Kiersten away, and let myself fall back into the water, taking the little pixie clinging to my shoulders with me. When I was under, I spun to face her. She smiled at me from below, and shot up and grabbed on to me as I stood up. We came out of the water face to face, her legs wrapped around me, her lips inches from mine. “I'm really glad I'm getting to spend time with you, Bill.”

She must have felt me against her. Grabbing at Jamie and playing with Kiersten had things firming up. “Let's go underwater again,” she breathed.

I wasn't prepared for her to stick her tongue in my mouth, but that's what she did as she ground against me. Without thinking, I put a hand on her tiny ass to push her groin tighter against mine, and with the other, palmed a dainty breast. I kissed her back, hard, until we ran out of air.

We surfaced, her legs still around me, my hands on her back, our faces a respectable distance apart as we gasped for breath. I'm not sure which one of us wore the odder expression. Her face showed a mixture of lust and embarrassment, her eyes and mouth wide. Mine probably looked silly.

Caitlin splashed away what ever goofy look I had. She slapped the water, launching sheets of it into my eyes. “Stand back, girls! I'll show you how it's done!”

She came at me and jumped on top of me, much as Kiersten had. I could feel her nipple against my lips through the triangle of thin turquoise cloth. She played dirty, pinching my ass hard through my trunks and hooking my leg with hers, forcing us both under the surface. She clung to me, but now our faces were at the same level. She had a naughty grin on her face as her hand played over the front of my board trunks.

We surfaced together. “Don't say a word,” she said, turning us so my back was to the teenagers. Her hand pushed under the waistband of my trunks, and her fingers closed over my shaft. “Nice.” Then she moved away. “I can't drown him either,” she called to the girls.

What the hell is going on? I'm popping boners all the time! That hasn't happened in almost twenty years! And who are they for? My own daughter, two of her teenage friends, and now, a married woman. Just great. Especially since they all knew it, or at least, knew I did it with them. Caitlin is a mom. She knows how a cock works. She had to feel I was half-hard when she got to me.

We swam and splashed a while longer, and then got out and toweled off. Kiersten went in for more lemonade, and Caitlin and I got to work on the rest of the pitcher of margaritas. All the women chattered, but no one said anything about our actions in the pool.

Caitlin and I lay and baked in the sun while the girls splashed in the pool. “Bill?”

“Hmmm?”

“You would screw my daughter, wouldn't you?”

That woke me up. “Huh?”

“You heard me. I felt you after she was all over you, so I think I already know the answer.”

“Caitlin, I....”

“It's okay. You're a nice guy. I like you. She's all googly-eyed over you, so I'm pretty sure she'd go to bed with you. If she does, be nice.”

“But I would never....”

“Stop, Bill. You had a hard-on, a very nice one, but it didn't start with me. It takes more time than I had with you for a man to get that hard. So who started you? Jamie, Kiersten, or Melody?”

I couldn't imagine what to say.

“C'mon, Bill. I felt it. I don't blame you. If I were a guy, I'd want them, and I wouldn't blame them for wanting what I think I could enjoy.”

“You're married.”

“True. They're young. One of them is your daughter.”

She stared at me, making me feel very small. “You're a good man, Bill. Your secret is safe with me. I'll flatter myself and think I was the one who got you going. Doug sure doesn't react to me that way anymore. If I want something from him, I have to beg for it. He's too tired from carrying all that flab around and working on his stupid car.”

“I'm sorry. I didn't know.”

“I'm sorry too. I like sex. I used to enjoy my husband, back when he could still get on top of me without half-killing me. Now, the only way I can do it with him is doggy-style. His gut turns me off if I have to see it. He bought me most of my toys. I think he's afraid the exertion of sex will kill him.”

I thought about what Melody apparently saw through her parents' open door.

“You don't get out much, do you?” she asked.

“Not really.”

“No girlfriend. I think I would have heard about that.”

“No.”

“You must be more frustrated than I am,” she said, sipping her drink again.

I could tell her I'm getting all the sex I can handle from my daughter and Kiersten. Nope. Can't say that. Instead, I answered, “Not really. I have my job, whatever house and yard work Jamie doesn't do, making a good home for her, that sort of thing.”

“Yes, and you always have pretty young girls at your house. It's probably a good thing you don't have a pool. If you did, you'd have to put up with this all the time.” She untied her top and lay on her belly. She wasn't careful about keeping herself covered as she flattened her towel.

“Do you like seeing my breasts, Bill?” She smirked, turned her head away, and was still.

Soon, the girls joined us on the deck. Each followed Caitlin's lead, untying their tops and holding them against themselves carelessly to smooth their towels before lying down. Kiersten took the lounge on the other side of me from Caitlin. The brunette saw me turn my head toward her, and propped herself up on her elbows, her breasts exposed to me. “More sunblock, please?”

I got up, willing myself to not grow. Kiersten leaned back to give me the tube, smiling, since she saw where my eyes went. Carefully, I straddled her to work on her back.

Her ass moved under me the whole time. She wriggled, trying to rub me with it, cooing softly as I massaged her skin. When I was done, I gave her a playful smack on the bottom. I told myself there was nothing sexual about it. The surprised, naughty grin I got from Kiersten said she knew the truth.

“Me next, Dad,” Jamie called. I saw the shape of her lips between her slightly spread legs through her thin, tight suit. Do I dare to straddle her? I didn't trust her to not reach around and grab me.

She didn't, but insisted I put sunblock on her butt. When I was done, I wanted to scamper to my lounge and lie on my belly.

“Bill, I burn right away,” fair-skinned Melody said. “Do me next.”

Considering her words from the night before, I halted for a second. No. She wants sun-block. If I did it right, I could straddle her but not touch her ass. It was hard on my thigh muscles, but that gave me something to think about other than the muscle that was already dangerously hard. Done with Melody, I headed to my chair.

“Not so fast,” Caitlin said. “I don't want freckles. You did the girls. You can do me.”

Why was she teasing me? WAS she intentionally teasing me, or was I a total pervert? I sure as hell felt like one, straddling this petite woman's body, one many teenagers would kill for, fighting the urge to rub my hard cock on it. Do her? In a heartbeat!

No! Having an illicit affair with another man's wife, the mother of one of my daughter's best friends, could get awkward. I tried to write a grocery list in my head to keep my composure while smoothing cream into Caitlin's bare back. When I got to her waist, she wriggled under me to pull her suit bottoms down a little, giving me a clear view of the top of her ass crack.

“Do me there, too, Bill,” she giggled softly.

I spent much of the afternoon lying on my belly, swimming, or sitting with a towel in my lap. Every time I felt myself going blessedly flaccid, someone did something. Jamie was first. She rolled over onto her back and arranged the cups of her little suit to cover her, but didn't tie it. She apparently dozed off, because she shifted position. The suit didn't.

Melody noticed and saw me looking. She got off her lounge chair holding her top over herself, and bent over my daughter, showing me her little butt in her white bikini. I fantasized that I could see her sex and her little pucker through it. She re-arranged the pieces of yellow polka-dot cloth, and then flashed me a smokey smile. She knew damn well what I was admiring on both of them.

Caitlin turned her head in time to catch me squirming around on my chair, trying to find a position where I wasn't lying so uncomfortably on my again quite hard cock. She grinned. “Your daughter has beautiful breasts, doesn't she? And that little tushie on Melody – I'm so glad she inherited my best feature.” Then she closed her eyes.

Mine opened when a cup of cold water hit my back. “What the hell?”

“Nap time is over, Bill. Come and soak with us,” Caitlin said. My eyes followed her ass in that tiny turquoise suit over to the spa area at one corner of the pool. It was now in the shade. I must have slept for hours.

The girls were already crowded in the round spa. Caitlin indicated the vacant space between herself and Melody. I checked for a wardrobe malfunction, grabbed my towel, and joined them.

Soaking did feel good. We talked about high school, the differences between how it was for them and for people of their parents' generation. The conversation drifted to dating and social events.

“Why don't any of you have a boyfriend? Why don't you go on dates?” Caitlin asked.

“Mom, please, we've been through this,” Melody fumed.

“Oh, I know your answer, honey. 'They're all immature and think with their dicks.' Right?”

Melody nodded.

“What about you, Jamie? Have you even been on a date? Not a group date, where two carloads of k**s go to the movies. A date with just you and a guy alone?” Caitlin asked.

“A few. Not with the same guy twice, though,” Jamie answered.

“Why not?”

“It didn't feel right. I kissed a couple of them goodnight, but they never asked again, so it mustn't have felt right to them either.”

“So you don't have much experience with men. You're a virgin,” Caitlin stated.

I felt Melody grab my knee under the water. It wasn't a sexual gesture at all. She was nervous. “Mom, do you think you should be asking those kinds of questions?”

“Why? Because Bill's here?”

“I'll answer,” Jamie said. “No, I'm not a virgin. Dad knows who the guy is. That's all I'm going to say.”

The only sound was the bubbles bouncing off our skin until Caitlin said, “Guess I over-stepped my bounds there. I'm sorry, Jamie.”

“I'm not,” my daughter said. “He's a good man.”

“So!” Kiersten exclaimed, suddenly animated. “Let's plan a beach weekend before classes start!”

The girls huddled together to conspire. Melody's little hip wasn't against mine any more, but Caitlin pressed in closer. “If Melody said that in front of Doug, he'd have a stroke. You're a pretty cool dad. Do you think she was prepared? I don't mean protection – she sure as hell doesn't look pregnant. I mean emotionally prepared, able to enjoy it?”

Choosing my words carefully, I said, “I think she was okay with it. She said she was.”

“You actually talked to her about it?”

“You have to understand, I'm both her mom and her dad. Melody talks to you about stuff, or you have girl-talk sessions, don't you?”

“Melody and I are very close. How do you think I know she'd give herself to you? So yes, I do understand and I admire you for it. I'm sure you don't know the part number for the carburetor re-build kit for a '57 Ford, and I doubt you're as good with a shotgun as Doug, but what you are is more of a man.” Her hand slid up my thigh. “I've known you a long time. We should be better friends.”

For some reason, I looked at Jamie. Her eyes were on Caitlin's hand, and then she looked at me. With an evil grin, she reached over her shoulder and turned up the jet action in the spa until there was no way to see what was happening under the water. She turned back to me, adjusted her top so that the upper edges of her areolas were exposed, winked, and turned her attention back to her friends.

Caitlin's fingers played over the bulge in my shorts. “You need a girlfriend, or a fuck-buddy, or a girl you can make into your slut. Maybe a frustrated mommy.”

With my recent moral deterioration, I could see myself fucking another man's wife, especially a man like Doug with a wife like this. I could even see doing it in the late-day shade in their spa, but not it in front of our daughters and their friend. “You're probably right. Some day I should give that some serious thought.” I rubbed a single finger over the bit of turquoise covering her womanhood. “Not today, but some time.” I moved away, crowding in against the girls. “Is this an all-girl brain-storming session, or can the voice of reason be heard?”

Caitlin laughed. “Do you mean a male voice or an older, wiser voice? They're not always the same thing.”

The girls shared their plans, I laid out rules I already knew Jamie would follow on her own, and Caitlin agreed as Melody nodded.

Kiersten said, “Don't worry about me. I know how to behave. I've seen what guys are like from going to some of my s****r's pageants and modeling gigs. That's where I learned that smart girls travel in packs. Six eyes, six ears, three phones, thirty fingernails and maybe three pairs of cute shoes? We'll be fine.”

We soaked and talked about summer and school as the sun sank. “Anyone know what time it is?” Caitlin asked.

Starting feel a little water-logged, I got out and dried myself enough to look at my phone. “Almost seven.”

“Doug should be home soon.”

“Uh oh, I'd better get out of this bikini before Daddy gets here,” Melody said, climbing from the spa and wringing out her hair as she came toward the chairs.

“Yeah, your dad might not like seeing us looking like big girls,” Jamie laughed. Soon the girls were dry enough to go inside to change.

Caitlin came over to me, her nipples very erect under the her skimpy top in the cooling evening air. She dried her hair, arms and legs, and then stripped off her suit to dry the rest of her. After an agonizingly long time, she wrapped the towel around herself and came to stand directly in front of me. “I meant what I said. We should be better friends.” She had just given me something more than a friendly peck on the lips when the girls came bustling outside.

“I'm making burgers on the grill tonight, Dad. Do we have charcoal?” Jamie asked as the girls marched past us, heading to the car.

“Do you like burgers?” I asked.

“Yes, but I should get dressed and start dinner for Doug. Maybe a rain-check? Or drinks some time?

“We could,” I said, as an impatient teen tooted my horn.

“Sounds like the Musketeers are hungry,” Caitlin laughed. “I'll see you later.” She turned and went in the house.

When we got home, I started the grill while the girls went upstairs to change and shower. Kiersten and Melody came down together, wearing oversized t-shirts and pajama pants. “The shower should be free. Jamie went in her room to get dressed when we came out.”

A few minutes later, done with a quick shower, I pulled back the curtain, water in my eyes, and groped for my towel. A hand gave it to me.

“Melody says her mom wants you really bad.”

“Jamie, should you be here while your friends are outside?”

“Should I get them?”

“No!”

“You had a good time today, didn't you, Dad?”

“Yes, I did.”

“Melody said she kissed you. She said you kissed her back.”

“I grabbed her ass, ground on her, and palmed a boob, too. Jamie, what's wrong with me?”

“From what I can see, not much.” She ran a finger from the base of my half-hard cock, along the underside to the tip, slowly circling the glans a single time. Then she gave me a peck on the cheek and left the bathroom.

As well as I could, I pushed my mind to other things and got dried and dressed. I put on baggy camp shorts and a very long baseball shirt and went downstairs.

The minute I opened the patio door, my mouth started watering. Jamie was doing a masterful job, the coals just right for her home-made pub-burgers. The smell of the onions and peppers baking inside the meat made me suddenly ravenous. Then I saw the ears of corn, slow-roasting on the edge of the grill.

All four of us pigged out, a traditional backyard cook-out. The girls tried to coax me into a game with a glow-in-the-dark Frisbee, but I was too full. I sat in my favorite chair on the deck and watched k**s at play. When it was completely dark, they even ran around catching fireflies. How odd, considering that the sexual feelings between us had been so intense a few hours earlier.

They insisted I stay up late with them playing cards. We started with Pinochle, but Kiersten wasn't that good, so we found another deck and played Blackjack. Hearts was next, followed by Texas Hold 'Em. After an hour of that, Melody said, “Let's play for money. Everyone seems pretty well-matched.”

“If we're betting, let's play something like Three-Card Draw, and nothing more than penny ante,” I suggested.

The girls agreed, with each of us putting an imaginary dollar in the kitty, since we didn't have nearly enough pennies. Score was kept on a piece of paper, and we agreed that we would only play until we lost our dollar.

Jamie dealt. For a while, things were pretty even, all of us winning and losing hands. Melody won a few in a row but got reckless, betting too high on hands she should have thrown in early. She was down to only a few cents in no time.

I dealt, won a small amount from each girl, and dealt again. When it was Melody's turn to bet, she said, “I think I'm broke. Does that mean it's strip poker now?” She started to pull up her top.

I threw in the three aces I had been dealt and stood up. “Bed time for me. Try to keep it to a dull roar.”

The next morning, after breakfast, Caitlin called. “Bill, could I talk to Melody? She's not answering her cell.”

“She's right here.” I handed Melody the phone.

“Mom, I'm sorry. I left my charger at home.... No.... No.... NO!... Yes, I'm fine.... Yes, I was going to call you after breakfast.... Okay, bye.” She handed the phone back to me. “Mom and Dad are taking me to Grandma's for a birthday luncheon. It's a traditional thing. Cake and ice cream, the whole nine yards.”

Melody left with her parents soon after that, and my daughter took Kiersten home after a lunch of salads and homemade bread on the deck. When she got back, Jamie said, “Melody's upset, you know.”

“About what?”

“She thinks she's not sexy, because you left the poker game last night.”

“Shit.”

“Yeah.”

“This is out of control. I groped her yesterday, but when she was going to take her top off for me, I bolted. But what was I supposed to do? Sit there and play strip poker with my daughter, another teenager I'm fucking, and still another girl who has pretty much said to my face that she wants me to screw her?”

“Don't forget Caitlin. We all saw where her hand was in the pool when we were ducking you, and I saw it again in the spa.”

“Melody knows her mom played with me?”

“She won't say anything to her dad, but she told us she really feels like a little girl now, when the guy she likes gets turned on by her mother,” Jamie scolded.

“So now what?”

“I don't know. Let's talk about it in bed, Dad. I think I can turn you on, too.”

In the shower later, Jamie kissed my tired face. “Now I feel better. I can't believe you filled me all three places in one session.”

When I left for work she was still asl**p, nude in my bed. That evening, we had a quick dinner together before she had to leave for her first night at her job at the burger place. She posed in the doorway, smiling in her uniform, and then drove away. Less than a minute later, a knock came at the door. I opened it.

Caitlin walked past me into the living room, sitting on the couch. “Close the door and come here.”

I didn't know where this was going when I sat down next to her.

“Do you know what Melody got from the girls for a birthday present?”

“Um....”

“How do you know? Did you help pick it out? Were you there when she opened it? Did you watch her use it?”

“All right, look. Here's what happened.” I told Caitlin the entire story of the events of that night, except for the part about me having a wicked boner.

“Do you think the girls played with each other?”

“I don't know. Kiersten and Jamie made out, apparently. Your daughter dared them to do that.”

“And they were all naked.”

“Sounded like it.”

“You didn't look?”

“No! I wasn't going to spy on three naked teenage girls playing sexy games, when one of them was my daughter!”

“You could have looked at the other two.”

“Well, yeah.”

“I walked in on Melody playing with her new toy, moaning your name. Did you fuck her?”

“NO!”

“She told me pretty much the same things you just did, and she said you didn't. Why not?”

“I,... Caitlin, that wouldn't be,... It would be so,... I mean,...”

“You really want to, don't you? I saw the toy she can take, so if you're careful with her, she can take you. Remember, I felt your cock.” Her hand started exploring my lap. “Maybe I should take it for a test drive.” She stood up and opened her blouse, allowing it to gap so it barely hid the nipples on her bra-less breasts.

“Caitlin, I....”

“I want it, Bill. I need to have sex with a man who might be able to please me, a man I can stand to look at when he mounts me, someone I think I can make feel good in return. Doug doesn't care. He says it makes him sad that he can't please me. He told me to take a lover if the toys he buys me aren't enough. Tonight is Doug's billiards league, and Jamie's scheduled until closing. We have plenty of time.” She pulled her blouse off and started on my shirt. “Where are we going to do it? Here, or in your bed?”

“In bed.” I pulled her to her feet and crushed her against me, our mouths meeting in passion.

We wasted no time getting naked on my bed. Our hands were between each other's legs, and our tongues wrestled heatedly. Her baby-smooth pussy was soaked, and my cock throbbed in her hand.

“What do you like a woman to do in bed?”

“Enjoy herself,” I said, squeezing a second finger inside her. “I like a woman to cum.” My fingers found the patch of nerves inside her as my mouth found her nipple. I kissed it softly, slowly licking the skin around it as I gave her a light massage.

“Harder,” she moaned.

“Mouth or fingers?”

“Yes. Both.”

I was surprised at the vigorous treatment Caitlin wanted, but thrilled with the result. When my teeth grasped her nipple hard enough that I could pull it, she soaked my hand and bed, spurting her fluid as she screamed silently. She sobbed and trembled almost hysterically when she was done, clinging to me. When she relaxed, she molded herself against me, her lips busy on mine.

After a while, she pushed herself up on her elbow. “You have no idea how much I needed that. I've squirted exactly twice in my life before, once with Doug on our first anniversary, and once on our fifth. Lately, every time I've pestered him enough that he lets me use him, I still have to finish myself off afterward.”

She looked down to my engorged manhood. “I haven't done this in years.” She got to her knees and turned, supporting her upper body on one arm between my legs. The fingers of her free hand played with me, stroking me, teasing the tender skin of my sack, tickling their way up and down my shaft.

A glistening droplet appeared.

She grinned mischievously. “Will you look at that? Don't want it to drip.” Her tongue wiped me clean. “Mmmm. I know where your first load is going.”

She attacked me, sucking and mouthing me as vigorously as I had fingered her. She stopped to give her jaw a rest, perfect timing for me. I didn't want to cum that soon.

“Get over here,” I said, picking her up and arranging her sex over my face. “Now, let's have some fun.”

This time, she bathed it with her tongue, jacking it, spitting on it, and licking it clean. Her aroma was different from the younger girls I had been with recently, like a clean, sweet woman instead of a girl. Her flavor was richer, bolder, maybe even better.

Caitlin seemed to remember her old technique well, challenging me with her mouth and hands. I ate her for all I was worth, speeding up when she did and then slowing down with her. I kneaded her slender ass in my hands. When my hips started moving on their own, she moaned, fondled my balls, and sucked, bobbing rapidly until the first blast hit her tongue, and then slowing, jacking me, helping my spasms.

Her clit rigid between my lips, she groaned a long, heartfelt orgasm. Her moans subsided, and she dismounted, turning to cuddle against me. “I wasn't sure I could swallow all that. When was your last blowjob?”

“Not sure.” A complete fabrication, since Jamie had milked me into her mouth the day before. “How long since you came on a man's tongue?”

“Too long,” she murmured, kissing me again. “How long has it been since you were inside a woman?”

“Years.” Technically true. Before Jamie and I went crazy, it HAD had been a very long time, and I still couldn't think of her and Kiersten as women.

“It won't be too much longer,” Caitlin teased, stroking my new-found virility. “I want you on top.”

She massaged me with her hands, rolling on her back and presenting herself to me, and helping me aim. My re-awakened cock pried her lips apart and pushed into her chamber. I was surprised to find it nearly as tight as a newly-deflowered teen – hot, wet, gripping me, and in a very short time, clamping down on me.

“Yes,” she whispered as I hit bottom. “So much bigger than Doug. So hard inside me. Fuck me really deep.”

I pushed myself into her slowly, penetrating as deeply as I could, rocking on her, enjoying her hot tongue on mine, and then eased back so I could do it again. Her hips moved to help me, but her small tits still pointed impatiently to the ceiling. Even when our thrusts became more f***eful, her firm mounds barely rocked with the motion.

“Making love like this makes me feel young again, Bill. But I'm a big girl. Fuck me. Fuck me hard!”

We pounded at each other, my cock ramming itself into her firm depths, her feet pulling on my asscheeks and her nails tearing at my back. This time, when she came, she wailed loudly, like an old mechanical siren. I emptied myself into her, excess oozing out around the seal our flesh made. Mindful of my weight on her, I rolled us so she was on my belly, still impaled on me, her breasts on my chest, while I played with her hair.

“Bill?”

“Hmm?”

“I'm glad we did that.”

“Will you be tomorrow?”

“Definitely. I may not be walking right, but I'll be glad. Jamie works the same schedule tomorrow, doesn't she?

“Uh-huh.”

“Doug will probably be home, but I'll send Melody over. She probably won't be able to handle what you just gave me, but take good care of her.”

*****

Jamie here.

This “wantsomefun” guy who's writing dad's memoirs could tell you more, but he says one forty-ish guy taking on four nymphos at once is not believable, so he won't tell you about the beach trip Dad and Caitlin chaperoned for us.

College is great. There are tons of hot guys, and I may just go out with some of them. I study in my room, but I sl**p with Dad. Kiersten visits when she's not with her boyfriend, and Melody spends time here when she comes home from college. Caitlin and Dad still have fun.

Wait. What's that, Dad?

Oh. He wants me to properly thank wantsomefun for telling our story. Something about spit-roasting?

Gotta go!
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9 days ago
Hottest Fucking Story Ever!!!!
2 months ago
So long, it's a shame I don't have enough time to read all of it.
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5 months ago
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5 months ago
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6 months ago
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9 months ago
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