Jamie and her father

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Jamie and her father
                                                                                                                                                           Not written by me.

Chapter One.

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

“What, sweetie?”

“Can I ask you a question?”


“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 sleep, 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.”


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.


“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?”


“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.


“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 family, 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 family, 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 family, 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 sleep 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.


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


“To make themselves feel good.”

“What do they do?

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


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.


“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?”


“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.


“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.”


“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.”


“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.”


“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 sister does it with her boyfriend. When I asked her what it was, she laughed at me. I mean, I know that ‘oral’ means mouth, but I don’t understand how you can have sex with your mouth.”

“It’s, um,…. well,… it’s, um,… contact between the mouth of one partner and the genitals of the other,” I stammered.


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.


“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 forceful 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.


“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.


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 Two

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.’”


“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 forced 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?”


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.


“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 sleepy c***d or a groom carries his bride. I laid her on my bed, but her arms stayed around my neck. For the first time, looking in her eyes, I understood that this was the right thing to do. We kissed again, and then I stood to get undressed.

My shirt was over my eyes when I first felt her fingers working on my belt. By the time I had the shirt off, my pants were at my knees, and my daughter was fondling me through my briefs.

“You’re so hard, Dad. Your penis is so hard,” she said.

I struggled to kick off my shoes and pants as Jamie pulled my briefs down. The feel of her hands on my cock and balls would have been enough to send me through the roof if I hadn’t already cum three times today. Odd. I had felt so guilty jerking off in the shower this morning, pretending that I wasn’t turned on by my own daughter. I had felt ashamed when we masturbated each other later, and I was almost disgusted with myself when I came in her mouth. Now, I felt anxious to perform well for her, and proud to be the one she chose to take her virginity.

Jamie slowly stroked my cock and said, “I want this in my pussy. Get in bed, Dad.”

She held my cock as I got in bed next to her. She held it as I kissed her face.

“If I start this, honey, there’s no turning back,” I said. “Our relationship is never going to be the same. You will not be a virgin anymore, and you’ll always remember who took that away from you. We will both have committed i****t, complete with me shooting my sperm inside you. Everything will change for us. We’ll never ….”

Still holding my cock in her hand, she interrupted, “Dad, shut up and fuck me.”

I moved from her face to her neck. I kissed her there, daring to nibble, hopefully not enough to leave a mark. My mouth moved to her shoulder and then across her throat to the other. I could taste her cologne there, sharp and pleasantly bitter on my tongue, but so sweet in my nose. When I first found her nipple, I could smell her sweet pussy, too.

“Oh, Dad, I want you inside me, I need to feel you inside me,” she moaned.

“Not yet. I want to taste you one last time as a virgin,” I said, moving down toward her curls.

“Do you want me to suck on you?” she asked.

“Do you want to?”

“Yes. Yeah, I do. I liked that. And I could tell you liked it!” Jamie smiled.

“Have you ever heard the term ‘sixty-nine’?” I asked. “When talking about sex, I mean.”

“Yeah, but I never knew what they meant,…. Oh, I bet I know what they mean, now!” she gasped. “We would sorta do it together, at the same time, right? I’d give you a blowjob while you licked my pussy?”

“Right,” I said, rolling on my back and pulling her on top of me. “Now turn around. Put your knees on either side of my head. I hope you like this.”

The petals of my daughter’s sex had already opened by the time she was hovering over me. I felt her mouth on my cock as a drop of her dew fell on my chin. I pulled her to me, grasping her hips to position her for my tongue. The first touch was on the tiny, weeping hole of her pussy. Her taste thrilled me. She shuddered a little, but never stopped bathing my engorged member with her tongue.

Holding her ass cheeks in my hands, I moved her back and forth across my mouth. I hardened my tongue and sc****d it along her center line, from her clit, down her crevice, playing in her moisture, and finally coming to rest on her pink star.

“My God, Dad! What are you doing?” Jamie gasped.

“Don’t you like that?”

“Well, yeah, I guess I like it, but it sure surprised me,” she said.

I did it again – started on her clit and worked my way down to her ass. This time, I moved my tongue left and right as I went.

“Oh! God!” was all she said before she plunged her mouth down hard on my cock. She sucked me for all she was worth, enthusiasm more than making up for her lack of skill doing it for only her second time.

After a while, I eased a finger inside her pussy until I felt her membrane, allowing my thumb to rub over her tender sphincter. She seemed to forget about my blowjob, concentrating her energy on her own orgasm. That was all right with me. The sight, sound, and taste of her cumming was almost enough to push me over the edge anyway.

When she gathered herself, Jamie went right back to sucking my cock. The sensation was amazing. I held out through another of her orgasms, but I knew I would join her the next time. “Baby, come here again,” I said.

Jamie released my penis from her mouth, and I lifted her pelvis off my face. She turned and lay on top of me, grinding the wet lips of her womanhood against my shaft as we kissed. I could feel her slippery sex trying to envelop mine. It was time.

I rolled us over so she was on her back, and I was on my hands and knees above her. “Are you ready?” I asked.

“God yes, Daddy. I want you,” she answered.

I lowered myself to her, easing her legs apart, and holding my rigid cock in my hand to aim it. I rubbed against her clit and across her weeping hole. “Relax, sweetheart,” I said, “I’ll be as gentle as I can.”

“I know you will. Just do it, just put it inside me,” she whispered, smiling up into my eyes.

The feeling of her lips parting to admit me was one of the most powerful sensations I ever felt. She was unbelievably tight, slippery, and wet. Her breathing was slow and deep, a relaxation technique she had learned long ago in gymnastics. Slowly, I felt her labia part, and the head of my cock was inside my own daughter.

We had never broken eye contact. If the look on her face didn’t tell me everything I needed to know, her kiss did. This was right. This was what we had to do. Over the years, this was the only way we had not explored to show our love for each other.

Carefully, I eased forward until I felt her membrane stretching over the head of my cock. I held myself there, and asked Jamie one last time, “Should I stop?”

“Don’t you dare,” she said. She thrust her hips upward toward me, impaling herself deeply on my cock. “Owww,” she whimpered. “It burns.”

“I’m so sorry, honey – I wasn’t going to do it that way,” I said as I wiped a tear from her cheek.

She slowly seemed to come to grips with the pain, blinking her moist, wonderful eyes at me. Finally, she smiled, and then she started to ramble. “I was afraid you weren’t going to do it at all, Dad, and I just couldn’t have taken that, and I wanted you to so much, and I just got to the point where I wanted to learn all about sex, and it’s always been just you and me, and I love you so much,…”

My kiss silenced her. It started as a kiss of comfort, and became a deep kiss of fulfilled love. I started to pull out to give her some time to stretch, but she grabbed my hips and said, “No! No! Don’t pull out. Then I’ll just have to stretch all over again. Please, just hold me.”

I did, kissing her, stroking her face, nuzzling her neck, playing with her hair, and just looking at her. This girl wasn’t really my daughter any more. She was the beautiful young woman I was making love with.

Carefully, trying to stay as still as possible inside her, I moved so I could cuddle a breast. Her nipple, already erect, barely gave way as I rubbed my palm slowly over it. When I kissed her this time, I felt her move.

“Oh, my God, I feel so full,” she moaned.

“Good full or bad full?” I spoke into her hair.

“I think good full.” She rocked her hips forward a little. “Yeah, good full. And it doesn’t burn as much anymore. Now it’s more like a hot tingle.”

I pulled back from her, slowly pulling an inch or so of me out of her. “Is that a good thing?”

“Yeah, it is,” Jamie gasped as I eased back to where I had been.

We took it pretty slowly at first. I did most of the moving. When I got to the point that I was sliding half my length carefully in and out of her, she began to move with me.



“Can we go a little faster?

“If you’re ready.”

“I think I am,” Jamie said, pulling and pushing a little on my hips to help to guide our rhythm. We fucked like that for a while, still with gentle strokes, at a nice pace I knew I could make last. Then, I felt her quickening, holding me tighter as we coupled.

“Dad? Will you please suck on my boobs again? I think that will make me cum,” Jamie whimpered.

I bent down to kiss and nibble on her nipple again. When I sucked it into my mouth, Jamie started thrusting her pelvis at me a lot harder. I knew she was close, and I wasn’t far behind.

“Oh my God, oh my God, oh!” she hissed through clenched teeth, and her body began to writhe under me. When her already tight cunt started milking me, begging for my spunk, I released. It couldn’t have been much, but it felt like gallons. As Jamie was coming down from her high, she felt me still twitching inside her, and she clung to me with all her limbs as we kissed.

It took an embarrassingly short time for me to wilt to the point that I fell from her hole. I was spent for the day. I knew it, and my cock knew it.

She rolled on top of me again, and I held her young body tight to me. I cherished this c***d far more than my own life. I had made passionate love to her, and now my jumbled, exhausted mind was trying to make sense of that. I had just had sex with my daughter and had shot my load into her young, and quite possibly, fertile womb.

“You should take your pill,” I said.

“I will, Dad, in just a few minutes. I want a Daddy-cuddle again.”

I was quite happy to hold her, stroking her mane of wild blond hair, damp with the exertion of sex. As she moved against me, burrowing her pretty head into the space between my neck and my shoulder, her poor, battered pussy leaked traces of my cum and her virgin blood onto my hip.

“Are you okay, Jamie?” I asked.

“Yes. It hurt a lot at first, but it got better pretty fast. I guess it won’t hurt next time, will it?”

“When you’ve healed up, it shouldn’t hurt at all unless you’re really dry down there,” I answered.

“Do you think I’ll be healed up by tonight? I want to do this again.”

“Honey,…” I began.

“Don’t ‘honey’ me, Dad. I want to have sex with you again. As soon as possible. I’m going to sleep in your bed with you tonight.”

Jamie took her pill, and we got in the shower again. After everything that had happened that day, the act of bathing nude with my daughter seemed pretty innocent. Hah! What does that say about my moral character?

She must have seen the look on my face. “Dad,” Jamie said, cupping my face with her sudsy hands, “are you all right?”

“I’m the one who should be asking you that, Jamie. Only I can’t bear to hear the answer.”

“What do you mean? I’m a little sore, but mainly, I’m just happy,” she said.

“Happy? After what I’ve done to you? Jamie, I’m such a shit! I’ve ruined you!”

“Stop it right now!” she said. “You didn’t do anything TO me. You did things WITH me. You are not a shit. You are a wonderful, kind, gentle man who I will always love as my father. That hasn’t changed one bit. I’m happy, because now, I know what it is to love you as a lover. Ruined me? No, you’ve made me complete. You’ve made me a woman, Daddy, and I will always love you for that.”

She came into my arms and held me, this c***d, now a woman, close against me under the streaming water. Maybe we would be okay.

We dried each other off, and I helped Jamie with her hair. She always loved to have me do that. Even as a little girl, when her blond curls would tangle, she wanted me to comb them out and dry them. It was a special time of innocent physical closeness, and somehow, I felt that even now as I worked on my nude daughter’s mane.

“What do you want to do for dinner, Dad,” Jamie asked.

“Let’s go out.”

“Ooh! Can we go somewhere nice?” she asked. “Some place where we can dress up?”

I thought for a second. “I know just the place. Raphael’s.”

“Really? I’ve seen their ad on TV. I always thought it would be a cool place to go on a date.”

I kicked myself inside. This wasn’t how I was used to doing it. I had always wined and dined a girl, and then hoped to get lucky, not the other way around. And this girl was my daughter.

“What’s wrong, Dad?”

“It feels pretty strange to be taking my daughter out on a date.”

“Oh, come on. We’ve done this before. You used to take me on dinner and movie dates all the time.”

“Yes, but it wasn’t after a day of having sex together,” I said.

“Dad, it doesn’t matter, at least not to me. Now come on. Take me out for a nice dinner. Low lighting, good food. It’s about a half hour drive, right?” she asked.

I said, “Will you help me pick out a tie?”

I guess Jamie isn’t that much different from any other woman. I had shaved and gotten completely dressed, shirt, pants, shoes, belt, the works. I picked up my suit jacket and pulled three ties out of my closet. “Jamie?” I called.


“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 breath-taking. 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 sleep 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 sleep 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 sleep 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 sleepy just yet.”

She came over to me and put her hand on my cock. “I wasn’t talking about sleep.”

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 sleep 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 force 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.”


“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?”


“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.

Chapter Three

n 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 sleep 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 sister 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?”


“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?”


“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 sister, but you’re just sick,” Jamie giggled. “Oh! Now, speaking of sisters, you share a bathroom with yours, don’t you?”

“Well, yeah, so what?”

“Everyone says your sister’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.


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 sleepover.

“Where are we going to sleep, 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 sister’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.”


“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 sleep 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 moulded 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 sleep with Melody’s dad or Kiersten’s? They’re gross!”

“I don’t know that I’d sleep 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?”


“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 pyjamas, 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 sleepover Thursday night, after graduation practice was over. Melody then learned that her family 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 asleep 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 sleep 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?”


“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?”


“Go look,” my daughter said.


“Go look. Dad’s been in bed long enough that he’s sound asleep 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 asleep. Go ahead,” my daughter said.

I worked hard to keep my breathing slow and natural. As well as I could, I continued to fake sleep. 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?”


“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?”


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 asleep,” 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.


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?”


“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.”

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