Jill had discovered the joy of rubbing the little button above her slit when she was eight. As she snuck back to her room and tucked under the covers in the dark, the image of her parents filled her head and she gasped and moaned in rhythm with her electric fingers. Somehow the experience seemed completely new.

Kevin had a football game the next morning and Jill’s parents had gone to watch. Jill was annoyed that her little sister, Katie, had decided not to go with them but she was downstairs in the living room watching cartoons. Jill might as well have had the house to herself. It only took about ten minutes rooting around through her parent’s stuff before she found the box in the closet filled with DVDs and magazines. They weren’t the kind of magazines her Mom kept on the coffee table, and although they had The Little Mermaid on DVD, Jill was sure she had never seen The Little Sperm Maid before. Over the next week she would raid the box, exploring the magazines and studying the videos until she felt she was ready to try some of the things she saw.

Jill didn’t tell Jimmy Cole about seeing her parents fuck, and she didn’t tell him about the magazines and the DVD’s that taught her words like fuck. She simply asked if she could see his thing. Jimmy lived just up the street from Jill and was in her sixth grade class. She had known him all her life and the two had spent countless hours in his basement playing video games.

Jimmy was shy and convinced she was playing a trick on him but she promised him it would be okay. He gasped and every muscle in his body tensed when Jill put her hand on it. It was tiny compared to her father’s and the men in the magazines and videos, but it was the real thing and Jill loved how it felt in her hand. For the longest time, she simply sat next to him on the sofa, letting her fingers explore his hard little prick and squishy balls. Jimmy looked ready to hyperventilate, his eyes bulging from their sockets.

“What are you doing?” the boy nearly screamed when Jill bent forward and licked the tip of his Willy. She ignored him and pressed her lips down over the top until they touched the ring her thumb and finger formed around the base. Jimmy’s hips bucked and he cried out.

Jill hadn’t expected the cum to come so quickly. The men in the videos did a lot more stuff before their cocks squirted. They usually squirted in the girls’ faces too, but Jill was scared to try that. She was going to just watch the first time. But then the first shot squirted across her tongue, and then the door to the basement swung open, and then Mr. Cole was yelling, and Jill tried to stop the cum but it kept coming and squirted her right in the face.

Mr. Cole grabbed Jimmy by the arm and swatted his bare ass. Jill wanted to run but Mr. Cole was blocking the door as he shouted for Jimmy to go to his room. She sat there on the couch with tears and cum dripping from her face. She couldn’t look at Mr. Cole so she just stared at her shoes as he paced the room like an angry tiger. He stopped in front of her and for a moment she thought he was going to hit her, but he just stood there. His breath was heavy in his chest and Jill thought she could hear his heart pounding until she realized it was her own.

He stood there and she sat there. Her sobbing had quieted and so had his breathing. Jill wanted him to say something but he just stood there. She had no idea what to say, she was too scared to even look up at him. Then she heard the sound of the zipper on his jeans.

When Jill looked up it was just inches from her face. His hand slowly stroked it toward her and all the air seemed to leave Jill’s lungs. Her eyes went wide and her heart was pounding in her chest again. She was too young to know the difference between fear and anticipation but when he spoke she knew she was not afraid.

“You like the taste of cum?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. Jill went crosseyed  as she watched his cock move closer. He slid the tip across her cheek and chin collecting Jimmy’s cum. She didn’t answer but opened her lips when he offered the swollen mushroom cap glistening with his son’s jism. “Oh fuck!” he cried out as her tongue swirled around the sensitive head and her cheeks sucked in. 

A fire was raging through Jill’s body as she stuffed her mouth full of cock. Mr. Cole’s words were exciting her, making her feel powerful, and something else... nasty. She was sucking the cock of a man older than her father and he was loving it. This cock wasn’t like Jimmy’s, she had to stretch her jaw to get her lips around it. It was like the cock she had seen in the videos. It was like her father’s cock. And Jill soon realized she would actually have time to play with Mr. Cole before he squirted.

She tried to remember the things she had seen the girls in the videos do with cocks. She wrapped her fist around the base and pumped it into her sucking mouth. She licked up and down its length like a popsicle and even tried sucking on his fuzzy balls. Mr. Cole’s hands were in her hair and he gently guided her mouth over his prick, his moans of appreciation filling the air and encouraging the young girl.

Jill remembered her father kneeling behind her Mom on the bed, his hips slapping against her ass, and she started to think of the other things she had seen in the videos. She slipped her free hand beneath the skirt of her school uniform and pressed her fingers into her damp cotton panties. She was nervous but she was ready for Mr. Cole to do those things to her.

“Oh fuck, Jill!” he cried out and Jill felt his hand clamp down on the back of her head pushing her lips down his shaft. His cock swelled inside her mouth then she felt the hot sperm striking the back of her throat. He had to pull back when she started to gag but she kept her lips tight around his gushing beast, letting the cum coat her tongue and fill her cheeks.

His cock slid from her lips and she swallowed down her mouthful of spunk trying to decide if she liked the taste. She looked up at Mr. Cole with a smile but his face was a fiery red and he looked away. He turned and made his way to the door, zipping his fly up as he went. He stopped at the door. “I’m sorry,” he said without looking at her. Then  he disappeared up the stairs.

Jill walked home, her head a mess of confusion and her body a mess of desire. For a moment she thought she might cry as soon as she got inside, but then she saw Uncle Eric’s car in the drive way and suddenly the confusion was gone.

To be Continued...

"Daddy? I see my Cockie is all ready to play. Good!" She started walking over towards my bed, and I thought I heard a faint rustling sound with each step.

I turned my half-closed eyes to her; they widened at what I saw. "Where did you get those, Kay? When did you get those?" She was wearing a pair of her mother's silky black thigh-highs, and a set of matching high-heels. The stockings were attached with thin straps to a garter belt that hung about her delicious, thin waist. She wore no bra; her nipples were erect and stiff like two, pink bullets. Her completely bald cunt was puffy, and her lips were hanging especially low. The funny--and sexy--thing was was that since the stockings were made to come about mid-thigh on my ex-wife, on Kayla, the lacy tops were pressed right up against her lovely pussy. The high-arched heels were not exactly her size, also, but they looked just fine on her small, delicate feet. She was the image of beauty. Pure and simple.

"Do you think I look sexy, Daddy? I came in here while you were sleeping, and went into the closet. I know you still keep some of Sasha's"--she didn't like calling her "Mom" if she could help it--"clothes and stuff, and I wanted to surprise you! So...do you like?"

I gripped my enlarged, thick, throbbing cock in both hands, and gasped, "Oh, yes, baby. You look a hundred times hotter than any other woman I have ever seen." I took my right hand of my dick. "Come over and give Daddy a good-morning hug." I stretched my arm out to her.

She walked sensually over to my bed, raised her legs to kneel next to me, and I enveloped her with my arm while still rubbing my cock with my hand. "Does Mr. Cockie want Kayla to stroke him? Huh, Daddy?"

"You know I do, Kay. Just not too much; I don't wanna cum right now. We have a lot of fun to look forward to today."

"Oh, thank you, Daddy!" She reached out a quivering hand towards my huge pole. Her long fingers wrapped around the circumference, but couldn't meet up with her thumb. I am extremely thick as well as long. Her delicate touch made my cock jump in her hand that was right above mine. "Ooooh, Daddy," she purred. "Cockie feels so good; he's still sticky and messy. I love messy. Can I have a lick or two?" she begged as she stared me in the eyes.

"Yes, baby, yes," I moaned. "Give Daddy's cock a few licks, right around the head and just under it. Can I rub your stockinged thighs, Kayla?"

"I thought you'd never ask! You can rub anything you want to, Daddy. I'm yours forever." She bent her head forward, and I watched her long, slim tongue swirl around the red head of my aching dick. It bucked again, begging to be placed in her warm mouth. The feeling of complete bliss and ecstasy flooded through me as I watched my teenaged daughter suckling my cock-head. "I can't believe how yummy you taste, Daddy. I'll never want to stop playing with you."

I just groaned again, and assured her that she was the only woman I could ever possibly want. My delectable daughter. I began running my hand up and down her silky leg; the material felt so wonderful. I reached the top of the stocking where it connected to her pussy. I gripped the thin strap with a thumb and finger, pulled on it, and let it snap back against her thigh. Not too hard, just playful. She giggled around the head of my cock; her tongue dancing like a hummingbird trying to get nectar from a flower. I finally got to feel the bareness of her vaginal region. She did have a few, very faint hairs here and there, but when she started really getting a lot, I would teach her the proper way to completely shave off everything like I do. My nails tickled the outer-reaches of her glorious cunt, as she spread her legs wider for me. While she licked underneath my head, I lightly ran my big finger over her protruding lips, spreading them, and swishing the flabby folds around in circles. She was absolutely dripping all over my fingers, as I spread her lips even wider. I felt a stream of her liquid pop from her canal and trail down onto the bed and her ass-crack.

"Ohhhhhh, Daddy...," she stopped the tongue-lashing for a moment. She rested her head lightly on my stomach, facing my cock that towered over her. She started licking and slurping near the base while I twirled my fingers around. "You are making me feel better than I've ever felt in my life. I love the way you touch my putty-lips."

"And I love everything you do to me, Kayla. And I also love how wet I make your pussy. Let's go to your room, baby. I think we need to really start on these other lessons. Plus, I have to shower first, and get you something special." I gave her cunt one last pat with two fingers. Then I sucked all the fluids from them.

She raised her head up, kissing the cock-head again, and reluctantly let it rest back down on my stomach. She stood up. Damn, she is just one amazing daughter, I thought then--and still do to this day. She cocked her head to the side in a shy manner. "Do you really have to shower, Daddy? I kinda like your cock all sweaty, and sticky from old cum and my spit. It's so much nastier, don't you think?"

"If my baby wants her Cockie to be nasty, then so be it. I kinda think it's a turn-on, myself. I like watching my daughter suck old, dirty cum off it." I stood up, completely naked, dick pointing straight out at her. It was inches from her stomach. "But you do have to understand that I still need to shower, ya know. I can't walk around stinkin, Kayla," I laughed.

"Oh, I know, Daddy. But you can leave it dirty for me before you go into the shower. Then I'll lick and suck it clean for you! Today, though, I just want Cockie to be nasty for me. After our lessons, we'll shower together. Maybe I can even help you shave yourself...if you'll teach me?"

"You know I will, Kay. I told you: We have a lot of fun things ahead of us; a lot of intimate and sexual times to share with each other." I walked over to leave my bedroom and make my way to hers, placing my hand on the small of her back to guide her along beside me.

"Just wait and see what I have planned for your fourteenth birthday, baby. If I can pull it off, but I think I can."

"Ooh, Daddy! What is it? Tell me, tell me, tell me!" Kayla was jumping up and down while we walked down the hall; her tits were bouncing in circles right along with her. They looked so scrumptuous, and I couldn't wait to nibble on them in a little while.

"I can't tell you, you know that. I'm still not even sure I can make it happen. It's...it's difficult to try and do what I'm gonna try and do. But I promise to do my best, Kayla. I mean it." The plan I had could potentially get me into a lot of trouble if I didn't play it right--and with the right person, of course. But I still had three weeks to do it, so I wasn't too worried. When things get rushed, that's when mistakes are made.

"Ok, Daddy! I can wait." She reached out and grabbed my stone-stiff cock again right when we made it to her open door. "After all, we still have a lot of playin to do today."

Kayla ran over to her bed and jumped on it--those tantalizing tits jouncing around again as she layed back against her headboard. Her legs immediately opened wide for me like two silky trees parting for the winds. Her knees were up, and the heels made her calves lengthen and thin out seductively. Placing her hands on her kneecaps, she asked, "So, Daddy, what's in store for today?"

I stood there, flesh-stick still pointing at a forty-five degree angle; I felt a dollup of pre-cum spit out of the glorious head and stream down to the carpet. Her eyes widened. "I have two more special toys for you, Kay. Plus, I'm gonna finger-fuck you, and you're gonna give Daddy a proper hand-job. And, of course, " I added, "cum-swallowing for my baby."

She reached down with both hands and spread her big, fat lips open, showing me her shimmering, virginal hole. I watched as her pussy contracted and shuddered at her ticklish touch. "This is gonna be so cool, Daddy! Go get them while I pull on my lips to get my pussy ready."

I really didn't want to take my eyes from this incestuous delight, but I couldn't wait to get those toys on--and in--her. I regretfully left to head back to my room.

I arrived back at my sweet daughter's room no more than a minute and a half later with two boxes. I quickly placed them on the floor at the foot of her bed so she wouldn't see what they were until I showed them to her. I stood back up, and I could tell she was in total gut-wrenching anticipation of what I had...and what was to "cum".

My daughter kept her face pointed at my drippy rod, as she asked, "Well, Daddy? Show me what you have. Or I'll...I'll...I'll cover up my cunt so you can't see it anymore." She smiled, knowing full-well that she enjoyed me leering at her hot-box. I couldn't believe she was learning the art of witholding already! Dammit, I swore inwardly. But I can play that game, too. The problem was was that I didn't want to, and she knew it. She won.

"Okay, my darling. Here's the first one." I knelt, opened the cardboard box, and held up the small toy for her to see. It was flesh-colored, about four inches long, and not that thick. It had slightly fatter ribs circling it in intervals. Three altogether.

"What's that, Daddy? Another dildo or something?"

"No, my sweet Kayla. It's a butt-plug. I slide this into your tight ass to loosen it up. It will feel really good, and it also serves as something to stretch your ass out so it gets used to having something inside it. This way, I could fuck your asshole sooner than we thought. Is it all right, baby?"

"Oh, please put it in me, Daddy," she moaned, grunting a little afterwards. "I want to feel everything you have for me; in all of my tight holes. I know it's gonna hurt a bit at first--I'm not stupid. But I know that I'll love it soon enough. Do you put it in just like that?"

I shook my head. "No, no, no, Kayla! I have to lube it up with some K-Y jelly, so it slips in easier. I have that, also." I held up the large tube.

"And here's the second toy for our use today." I opened up the other box and displayed the next one to her widely growing eyes. I could tell she was utterly stupified by this one. In my right hand, I held a plastic, see-through cylinder about four inches in length, opened at one end. Attached to the top was a long hose that hung down, and met up with the other end that was in my left hand. On this end was a rubber bulb.

"This is what's called a clit-pump, Kayla. I stick it onto your little clitty, and I squeeze this bulb. Your clitoris will grow and expand, creating a hightened sensitivity. It will feel completely--awesome, as you put it." I grinned like I was just about to play with my teenage daughter. Oh, wait a minute--I was!

"Daddy, you are too good to me. I think your gonna make me spray my cum a lot more than I ever have before! This time," she smiled,"it's goin' all over my Daddy's face and mouth. Would you like that, Daddy?"

"You betchur sexy little ass and cunt I would! Are you ready, baby?"

She opened her legs as wide as they could go. "Ready."

I crawled onto the cushioned bed, and placed the clit-pump on my right. I dribbled the K-Y all over the ass-plug, working it all around with my hand. I knelt in front of her delicious, open-lipped pussy. "Okay, baby. I need for you to bring your legs up towards the sides of your head as far as you can. Just hook your arms under your knees and pull up."

Okay!" She did just that, using her forearms to draw her silky legs up and back. Her tight, puckered bud of asshole was in full display for my hungry eyes; her twat lips flapped around with her girations. Never in my life have I witnessed such sexual beauty as my daughter with her gams pulled back, high-heels pointing straight up.

"Here it comes, my teenage slut. Daddy's gonna fill your little asshole up with this plastic butt-plug." I squirted some more lube on her hole, working it around with my fingertip. She cooed and moaned at my slippery touch. I watched it trail down her crack, and some went the opposite way, slipping in between the crevasse of her cunt. I never wanted to eat a pussy and ass so bad before in my entire life. But that would have to wait a while, I told myself. I ran the head of the plug in circles over her asshole, watching as her eyes watched the toy. My prick was solid cartilage, muscle, and flesh; more pre-cum boiled out of me.

With her ass straight up, she begged, "Please, Daddy! Slip that toy into my ass now! I need you to do it so baaaaaaad!"

I smiled. Slowly, I was popping the tip into her hole; it accepted it wonderfully. I could see her little ring widen and become slightly red as I got a full inch inside of her.

" Mmmmmmmm , Daddy. That's so awesome! I never felt pleasure in having something comin' out of my ass. But, now that something's goin' in...it...feels... great! More, Daddy! Slide it all in reeeeeeal slow. I can't wait to see the whole thing in my tight little butthole."

"You got it, Kay." I loved witnessing her asshole plump out when one of the ribs would clear the outer ring, and settle inside her. She kept grunting and wiggling her shiny legs as the butt-plug was fully inside her. Just the end nub was visible now, and I placed a finger on it. I wiggled it around carefully inside her ass, wanting to expand her insides for my thick cock. "Does that feel real good, my baby-girl? You like it when Daddy stretches your asshole out? You do, don't you, my dirty little whore? You're Daddy's whore from now on, Kayla. I'm gonna have so much fun with you, and you with me. You want the clit-pump now? So we can get that itty bitty clitty sticking out real good?"

She brought one hand down to her bald cunt and started friggin' it like she would never be able to do it again. "Yes, yes, yes! Stick that pump on my clitty, Daddy! Ohhhhhhhhh, Daaaaaaddy! You know exactly what your teenage slut likes. Please pump me till I explode!"

"Before I do that, baby, can you do me a favor? Jerk Daddy's cock a little? Not too much, like before, 'cause I don't wanna cum yet. Although, I feel like I could cum without even touching it. Be gentle, Kayla."

"Oh, Daddy, yes. Bring that horse-cock up here so your daughter can wrap her fingers around it and stroke it nicely. I need to feel that dirty Cockie in my hand; it's even more sticky and gooey now, now that you were leaking pre-cum. I need a taste. Give it to your daughter, Daddy."

That was all the encouragement I needed. I crawled around her and knelt next to her head again. The sunlight bathed her face and my cock as the curtains were wide open. I didn't notice at all; I just wanted my dick yanked on by my delectable daughter. At first she lightly pinched at my shaved sack, pulling the taught skin downward. She grasped my sack in her hand, and kneaded it with her slim fingers. "I love how your big balls feel inside my hand, Daddy. Now it's time to give Cockie his attention." She gripped my thick prick with both hands, one over the other again, and slid them up and down. The head was right above her mouth, because she wanted to make sure that any pre-cum that dribbled out went directly into her opened mouth. She was tugging and pulling tenderly on my large, bloated cock, licking her lips, as a gigantic wad of clear liquid ejected out of the reddened head. It splashed across her lips, and she slurped it into her sweet mouth. "Yummy, yummy, yummy," she moaned again. She was handling my dick with two, almost-expert hands, sliding, and squeezing, and pulling, and tugging, trying to draw out more of my fluids. More did come, but this one was a little stream instead of the usual bubble. It fired out, lashing across her nose, mouth, and chin. A thin stream of pre-cum laced over her face, and she went right at it with her hand and tongue, gathering it all up so she could devour it.

"That...That's enough for now, Kayla," I breathed. I knew that when I pre-came like that, it wouldn't take much for the real deal to spring forth. It still wasn't time, and I was struggling to hold my daughter-making juice inside me. She reluctantly let go of my prick after a swipe at the head with her hot tongue. That almost sent me over the edge into releasing my charge, but I held back after years of experience. Her face looked so pretty with the remnants of my cum shining in the light. I kissed her on the lips, and made my way back down to my previous spot between her legs.

"Thank you so much for that, Kay. You are a wonderful cock-stroker. I can't wait to see how good of a cock- sucker you are when we do it. But for now, let's get this clit even more puffy and fat than it already is." I reached for the lube again, and grabbed the pump.

"Pull your legs all the way back and down again, Kay, like before. This way you can watch as your clit gets huge!"

She responded with enthusiasm, settling her knees on either side of her head with her arms pressing them down behind her knees. "My putty looks so tasty, Daddy! Maybe if we work on it, I could stretch myself far enough to eat my own cunt? Like those flexible people"--she didn't know the word "contortionist"--"we saw at the circus."

I had squeezed a few drops of lube onto my fingertips, getting ready to swipe it around her pink clit. "I think we could do that, baby. Your body's pretty flexible as it is. All's I would have to do is get you some yoga DVDs, and eventually you'll be chowing your own pussy in no time! I've only seen one movie and a couple of pictures of that on the internet before; I would love to see my darling daughter do it."

I lathered up her precious clit with a nice amount of K-Y, watching in disbelief as her large lips quivered, and her tiny hole opened and closed. It was as if her virginal twat was expecting me to ram something in her. I was going to eventually, of course. I couldn't stop myself now if I tried. Her moaning increased as I played with her lips and clit with both hands. I wanted to eat her fleshy mound of teen-daughter pussy so fuckin' bad I was practically drooling! And then, as I was just about to connect the pump, I actually did drool! A large glob of my saliva fell from my mouth, landing right in her hole. She saw it, and started fidgeting around, and swirling her hips.

"Please eat me, Daddy! Please. I know you want to, and I need you to. Just hurry up and stick that thing on my clitty, then lick...my...pussy....Daddy. It's burning so bad and she needs to be cooled off. I know that wasn't part of the lesson for today, but why don't we just combine your fingering with eating me, and I'll combine your hand-job with a suck-off? Wouldn't that be fun, Daddy?"

"Once again, my daughter has come up with another great idea. Okay, Kayla. Let me pump up that clit, then we'll sixty-nine for as long as I can hold out. You know what a sixty-nine is, right, Kay?" I placed the open end of the tube over her shimmering, slick clit.

"Yeah, Daddy! I saw pictures of it in that book. It looks so, so yummy. Can I face the mirror so I can watch your horse-cock goin' in and out of my mouth?"

"Sure, darlin'. And, if you want me to, I'll set up my video camera so we can watch us do it anytime we want to? Would you like to make some movies with your Daddy?" I held the bulb in my right hand while resting the actual pump on her clitoris, getting ready.

"That would be the absolute coolest, Daddy! And, as long as our faces don't show, can we put them on the internet? That would be sooooooo dirty." She spread her cunt-lips wide, waiting for her next pleasure-session to commence.

"I think we could do that, hun. I have a peer-to-peer file-sharing program. I always see movies of incest on there, and I know ours would drive people crazy! Okay; let me get that camera set up before I pump you. I'll be back as fast as I can." I gave the bulb a couple of introductory squeezes, just to apply enough pressure to make it stick without anyone having to hold it. She cooed and groaned, begging for me to hurry back and make her clit explode.

I returned in record time; her legs were still held against the bed, her face staring at the pump protruding from her cunt. I set the camera up at an angle to where no one could see our faces. I zoomed it right on to her bald, little snatch. Getting back into position, I asked her if she was ready for her clit to grow to unusual lengths. She replied by begging me to "Please hurry, Daddy!". Her eyes--as well as mine--were locked onto her pussy like the pump was locked onto her clit. I began to gently and slowly squeeze the rubber bulb, about once every three seconds. Nothing was really happening at first, as was always the case. She gazed at me with absolute love and passion as we watched the first developments of her clit being enlarged. It started rising and becoming light-red. "Oh, my Daddy! It is getting bigger! Look at it! Oh, God, that feels so fuckin' good. Keep pumpin' that clitty till it fills that tube-thingy! Daddy, I love you, I love you, I love you. Please don't stop, Daddy!"

"Never, baby. And I love you, too. And this delicious, glorious cunt you have. How does it feel to have your clit pumped with a plug in your tight, little asshole? Feel good, Kayla?" I was squeezing more and more often now, now that her clit was extending and getting used to the extra pressure. It was rapidly filling the tube, and it resembled a small cock, with a tiny head and all. I kept pumping away while I held onto the end of the butt-plug, slowly swirling it around inside her ass. I knew she was going to cum soon, and I wanted it all in my mouth. But I preferred that we should sixty-nine when we came.

"You know, I love being filled in all my holes, Daddy. I wish I had a brother so he could have his cock in my mouth while you fuck my pussy and jam something inside my ass. That would be awesome! I mean, you're the only cock I need, Daddy, but it would feel nice to be filled everywhere. Know what I mean, sexy-Daddy?"

"That would be great, Kay. Too bad we didn't have another kid for you to play with. Maybe we--meaning me and you--could have another kid someday? And then me and my grandson could fuck you anytime we wanted?" I was also thinking of other possibilities, as well. Some involving another guy or kid; he would have to have a large cock, though. Not bigger than mine, of course, but my daughter needed only the best for her sexual needs. Hmmmmmm...

I kept pumping her up while she was moaning and pulling on her long lips with both hands. A trickle of her cunt-honey plopped out of her twat, running across her labia, and landing on her tits. She tried to reach it with her tongue, but culdn't. So she let go of a leg to swipe up her liquid and suck it off her fingers while mumbling something about her putty being scrumptious.

"Remember, honey. Don't cum for Daddy yet; as soon as your clitty fills this tube with all its fatness and glory, we'll sixty-nine. Then we can both cum buckets!"

"Okay, Daddy, but it's gettin' kinda hard for me to...uh...keep..it...in," she whispered. "Look at how huge my clit is! Holy shit! I can feel it pressing against the insides of that tube! Daddy, I can't wait to watch you suck on it. Can we do it now, Daddy? Pleeeeeease?"

"You're right, Kay. My mouth is watering for your cunny. Listen to the sound it makes when I pull it off, baby." I stopped squeezing, and pressed the button for the release valve. It hissed, and I just yanked the tube right off. It came off with a pop! sound, and we giggled together.

Her hand immediately went to her extremely sensitive, and bulging clit. It had to be about two inches long, and as thick as my thumb. "Good Lord, Daddy! This is so fuckin' wonderful! I...think-- unghhhhh . Oh, Daddy. If I don't stop...pinching it, I'm really gonna shoot." She released her clit with hesitation, and watched it as it flopped around.

I wanted so terribly to give it a long suck and a kiss, but I knew she would be firing off in no time. I got off the bed, walked over so the camera could see my long, thick, veiny, totally shaved cock. I said to the little microphone on the top. "As you just saw, I pumped my darling daughter's clit. Now we are going to suck each other off for everyone to see. Enjoy." I zoomed out so the whole bed was on the scene.

"But, Daddy. If you want people to see us sucking on each other, but you don't want them to see our faces, how're you gonna do that?"

"Easy, Kayla," I said, as I got back on the bed, lying on my back so she would be facing the mirror on the west wall with her mouth stretched by her Daddy's meat. She was still looking at me, waiting for an answer before dropping that pussy onto my face. "I have special equipment, enabling me to place black dots over most of our faces, while still being capable of seeing just our mouths and cheeks sucking and licking. This is gonna be a day to remember, baby-girl."

I spread my legs, making my prick bounce on my stomach with just the muscles -•"‘ned her head towards me. "Right, Daddy?"

"Right, my delectable daughter. Now suck Daddy's thick cock while he chews and sucks on your big-ass clit and fat lips. I know you're gonna have to get used to how big I am, baby. Just take your time. We have the rest of our lives together, remember."

We set to work.

I felt her wet tongue spiraling around the bulbous head, while she gently stroked my pole. "Daddy, your cock is all cummy and dirty. You want your disgusting daughter to clean you up with her mouth? Huh, Daddy?"

"Yes, baby. Do it. Do it now; I need it so fuckin' bad! Suck that dick; suck that dick; suck that dick!"

And she did just that. The head went right in, and I wanted to see how it stretched her mouth out, so I peeked under us again. It was fantastic the way her cheeks were filled with the thickest part of my enlarged cock. She bounced her head up and down, trying to control herself. She slobbered all over it, drooling her spit down the shaft in small streams. I heard a slight moan, like it came from far-off, or something. I didn't pay attention to it; I assumed, of course, that it was my daughter grumbling around her father's prick. She now had about two inches in her little mouth, and I was feeling too good to ever be able to pen down or describe. I would say heaven like other writers do, but I think my actions with my daughter are evil enough without mentioning the final resting place for our souls.

Anyway. It was time for me to finally taste my young daughter's twat as I felt she was in control of her sucking; it's like she was meant to suck me off, or something. She was so damn good at it. I slid my tongue in long swipes from just under her clit to her asshole that was still being stretched by the butt-plug. I didn't want to attack her clit yet, cause I know she would blow her load. She mumbled something unintelligible around the thickness of meat that was in her mouth; it was like she didn't want to pull her mouth from me under any circumstances. I kept licking her pussy from bottom to top, savoring her deliciousness. Her natural scent was intoxicating, and it made my head swim from ecstasy. I sucked one of her flabby lips into my mouth, pulling it and stretching it out as far as it would go. Then I would let it snap back as it wiggled around. Her cunt-hole produced a thin bubble of her girly-cum, and it popped right in my mouth. She was lovely like no other woman could ever hope to be. I began working my fingers around the outside of her plump pussy and filled asshole, spreading her juices all around. Taking little nibbles of her cunt-flesh, I eased a middle finger inside her tight teenage twat.

She lifted her head from my cock for the first time, and said, "Holy crap, Daddy! I didn't know fun like this existed. I am going to force as much of your horse-cock down my throat now, Daddy, while you jam your finger into my putty. When you're ready to cum, suck on my clitty so maybe we can cum at the same time." Her mouth--now getting accustomed to my girth and length--went right back to work. She would get half an inch in everytime she plowed it back into her throat. It felt like my dick was being pumped by a wet machine instead of my little girl. This is so fucking hot! I thought on that day.

"You got it, Kayla. Swallow as much of Cockie as you can, baby. Don't worry, though. The way you are, you'll be deepthroating me in no time."

I felt almost half of my cock inside her slick throat as I lapped at her puss. More and more of her cum was dribbling out from her tiny fuck-hole, and I ate every morsel. I still couldn't believe that a pussy could expand and contract like hers was doing as I had half a finger in her. I could feel it sucking at it! I couldn't wait much longer to feel my cock nestled inside this superb juice-box of daughter twat. I could feel my ball-sack begin to tighten, and I knew I would be cumming soon. Her nyloned legs were squirming around, and they felt sweet on my skin.

Now my daughter seemed to be stuck with just half my pole inside her mouth, but that was fine with me. The suction she was capable of producing was mind-blowing. She used her other hand to fondle my balls, twirling the large egg-shaped testicles in her hand with a surgeon's touch. Pooled all around the base and sack was a pond of her spit. I loved how sloppy she was with my cock in her.

I started working my finger in and out...in and out...in and out of her tight cunny. I only had half in, also, because I didn't want to break her cherry with my finger--that was for Cockie and Cockie only. As I finger-banged my teenage daughter, I started doing two things that would drive her past the world of pleasure, and into the realm of unconceivable delights. While I fingered her cunt with my right hand, I began to chew on her gigantic clit, and slowly pull the butt-plug from her sweet asshole. All of her scents were combing for a most exquisite potpourri for my nose. Her asscheeks and legs started shaking violently, as I knew what was to come. Her asshole looked delicious as the slightly-stained-brown plug was being extracted.

"Daddy...Oh my Gawwwwwwd! You are unbelievable; the things you do to me. Keep sucking and fingering and pulling that plug from my asshole. I want to cum all over your face, Daddy! And I want you to fill my tummy with your cummy. Soon! Oh...oh... ohhhhhhh... I'm gonna suck you like you've never been sucked before, Daddy Here it comes!"

She went right for it with gusto, burying half my cock again in one straight plunge. She jacked her head up and down in a blonde-haired fury. I was amazed at the sight of her gaped asshole when the plug was finally released from its dirty prison. Pistoning my finger in and out of her, I bit down on her clit, and shook my head from side to side. She was mumbling around my prick again, and she made wet, suckling noises while she was devouring my thick rod. The feel of that huge clit was wonderful to say the least. I sucked it like the small cock that it resembled.

"Daddy...Oh fuck, Daddy! I'm gonna...I'm gonna... Cuuuuuuuuuum!"

I watched her pussy do its little dance of pulsing and opening that so mesmerized me that first time I witnessed such glory. My daughter's cunt hosed my eyes, nose, cheeks, chin, and--of course--my open mouth. Her cum slammed into the back of my throat with enormous force. It was creamy white, and smelled just like her virgin cunt. Stream after stream poured forth from my teen's delightful snatch, covering my face and hair completely. I kept frigging and pinching her clit while she kept on spraying her father's face with her girly seed. I watched her pound her throat down on my cock like she needed me to erupt in her mouth right then and there. So I did.

As her hot lines of juice covered my face, I just let my load fly. "Here's your breakfast, baby!"

I could see my cock jump (it was kind of hard because of all her semen in my eyes) and felt the sperm rising from its home. It boiled up from, what seemed to be, the very center of my being. I knew this load would put all others to shame. I was not disappointed as I felt my own hose-like stream burst from the tip of my cock that was nestled in my teen daughter's throat. She kept making mmph...mmph...mmph noises as my cum drenched the inner walls of her mouth and throat. Her cunt was now down to a slow trickle, fauciting out tiny spurts here and there, all landing in my open mouth and across my lips. I sucked it all up greedily. My white jism waterfalled down around my wet, soaked cock, because she couldn't handle it all. But she just kept up the sucking and swallowed as much as she could. I knew she would use her tongue to orally snort up the rest of it, along with her teen-cream all over my face.

We were both breathing like we just ran the Iron Man event. Her hole looked scrumptuous as she lifted her body off of mine tiredly. My daughter strolled over to the front of the camera, ass shaking and with trails of girly-cum trickling down her inner thigs. She bent forward, exposing her sloppy cunt to me once again, and stated: "Can everyone see my Daddy's cum all over my chin and lips? He tastes delightful! This has been Part 1 in an on-going series that I like to call 'I'm My Daddy's Slut'. Keep looking on your sites for more movies from us, you little perverts." After that, she spit a bit of leftover jizz onto the camera for all to see. She turned back to me, smiling, her face alight with a sheen from my sperm.

After turning the camera off, she layed down next to me, ogling my half-erect prick. "I really do love you, Daddy. I can't wait to see what's in store for me next time! When are you going to take your daughter's sweet cherry?" She patted "Cockie", as she started licking her cream from my face. We kissed, delving our tongues into each other's wet, open mouths. I gripped her tit, and applied soft pressure as I grazed my fingers over her little nipple.

After a moment of pure loving kisses, I answered, "What I was thinking of was, since you loved the plug in your asshole so much earlier, I thought you might want to leave it in there overnight. This way your hole will be ready for my cock tomorrow. I was going to break you in on your birthday; it's only a few weeks away, ya know?"

"Oh, Daddy! I would love to have that plug in my ass all night, imagining that it's your dick. But I always thought that you would want my cherry before you fucked my ass? And why did you tell me what you were giving me for my birthday? I thought it was a surprise?" She playfully smacked my prick again, giggling as it bounced around.

"Trust me, Kayla. I have another surprise for you, but it might not work. Like I said before. But if not, at least you'll have your little pussy stuffed full of Cockie. And once we do it the first time, you're gonna love it everytime I enter you, baby. I promise. I just really need to fuck, so I figure your tight ass is an excellent place to start. Any objections?"

"No fuckin' way, Daddy! Wake me up in the morning by licking my pussy, then I'll give up my dirty asshole to you. That's how I wanted you to wake me up this morning, but I just couldn't keep myself outta your room." She gripped my thickness with her right hand as she started finger-banging her twat with her other one.

After feeding me some more of her cum, I said, "No problem there, sweetheart. I think we both need showers and lots of sleep. Go into my closet and look around. Your Mother has a lot more lingerie in there for you. She has a coupla pair of different-sized boots. And different material, too. Have a pair on for me in the morning, along with another pair of stockings; I just love those. You look so devourable in them!" I began taking little nibbles of her ear and neck.

"Okay, Daddy. I would love to do that--and anything--for you. But now, I really need a nap. After I get up, why don't I dress like a whore, and you could take me out to dinner as your girlfriend. You know damn well that I could fool anyone into thinkin' that I'm at least eighteen if I wanted." Her head lowered to my crotch, and she engulfed my sticky head with her vise-like lips. Sucking sounds filled her room again as I inserted three fingers into her pussy. Damn, I couldn't wait to bust her hymen so I could jam them all the way in, I thought.

"We sure can do that, Kayla. You are now my girl in every way. Forever. That's it, baby. Suck Daddy off one more time before we take our naps as I play with your fat-lipped slit. Oh, yeah! Your Daddy's little filthy, cock-worshipping, anal whore. Suck it! Suck it! Suck it, my delectable daughter...."

As the cock disappeared deep down into the confines of the teenager's throat, the neighbor--Christine Wills (divorcee, thirty-five, black-haired, full-titted, sexy single mother of a sixteen-year-old boy)--watched with a bewildered look on her face. She didn't know what to do. It was mutual, what was going on inside the girl's bedroom, sure. But should she call the cops? Should she ignore it and go on with her life? Then, after consideration: Should she try and join in sometime? She shook her head. Christine Will was very confused by what was transpiring in front of her.

Surely that wasn't a burning, needing, wanting sensation between her legs, was it?

Feeling very dirty for a plethora of reasons, Christine returned to her home to think things through.

"What should I do...? What should I do...? "

 

To be cunt-inued....

 

 

"That’s probably the worst part of it," she hissed, "everyone fucking knows. Everyone. My mother. My grandmother. My uncles, some of my cousins. The principal knows. Most of the teachers know. Everyone looks at me so funny. I’m constantly under a microscope."

"Tami, are you seeing a counselor?"

"When we can afford it. Mom doesn’t have a job right now."

"Shit."

"Shit what?"

"Just shit that it happened to you like that. Just shit. That’s all." I was outraged.

"Well I didn’t tell you because I wanted you to get all concerned," she said, keeping her voice low to calm me down. "I thought you were my friend, Marla. I told you because I thought you cared about me and would want to know."

"I do. Thanks."

Tami was 18, but she was still finishing high school. Couldn’t blame her, I guess. If my father was banging me at night when my mom left for work...I don’t know if I’d be staying on top of my homework so well either.

Tami was a worrier. She already drank two or three cups of black coffee a day and she smoked. She somehow had a steady boyfriend, and she’d just moved here. Sometimes the girls that move into these small towns...well...no one notices them for awhile. Especially in high school. But Tami had a sweet way to her. And a nice, compact little body. If anything, she was too thin.

If she couldn’t stand men because of what her father’d done, how come she already had a boyfriend?

I couldn’t wait to ask more about it. I mulled it over for days. I imagined her father being some sort of dark, icky guy, like Louie in the TV sit-com Taxi. I imagined him coming into the room... he must have been drunk or something. Fucking your daughter just wasn’t normal. That just wasn’t okay. My father would never. Never.

But I’d never really thought about it. And when I did, I couldn’t really picture my DAD. Maybe my uncle. Uncle Jimmie was the cutest and he was only eleven years older than I was. But my dad? Never.

When I couldn’t sleep at night, I thought about how that must have been for Tami. I thought about just sitting in my room, finishing my homework, or reading, or trying to exercise, and whoops!–the door just swung open. I couldn’t imagine my dad come walking in-- me on my beanbag chair--and him whipping out his dick. "I need you to suck me off, Kiddo."

Blech! Blech! Blech! How fucking desperate. How pathetic! I mean, show some fucking self- control. But maybe I didn’t understand.

I was dying to ask more questions. I asked Tami to come over one Friday after school, and I waited until the house was empty.

"Tami, how old were you when it started?"

"Well it really didn’t start just on one certain day. It was over a period of time. I realize now, he was setting it up for awhile. You understand? He orchestrated it."

"What do you mean?"

"He waited till I got my period. He waited till I had a steady boyfriend. He thought David and I were already doing a little messing around. He used that as collateral."

"Didn’t you get along with your Mom? How come you couldn’t tell her?"

"No, I don’t really get along with my mom. She was constantly on my case. My dad always took up for me. I needed him in my court. Otherwise, Mom would have me doing a bunch of housework, I was constantly on restriction for the smallest little thing, and I never had any money. Dad would intervene."

"Do you think your mom knew? Even subconsciously?"

Tami shrugged. Her forehead had a permanent wrinkle. "I doubt it. But it’s like she did finally find out, when she found out the truth, well she was pissed. And she was pissed at me."

"At you?" I was amazed. "But you didn’t do anything. You were a victim. If he orchestrated things to make it happen, then you didn’t have a chance. You’re the kid. He’s the adult. He’s supposed to have your best interests at heart."

"Marla, I think he did think he had my best interests at heart. He was...he was... like training me."

"Training you?"

"Yah. He would come in and he’d be all interested in whatever I was doing. A permanent fan. He’d sit on the edge of my bed. I have a lot of stomach problems, and he’d get me a heating pad, or he’d help me make sure I got through my homework. But he’d have these little ‘lessons’ that he’d want me to know about. He was trying to train me to be a good... Oh I can’t explain."

Tami didn’t want to talk about it. Of course she didn’t want to talk about it, but I couldn’t leave it alone. My mind strayed to possible scenarios constantly. If she wasn’t going to tell me the torrid details, my imagination would fill in the blanks.

I was sanding down my dresser. I wanted to refinish it, paint it blue and black, so it would match my bedspread when I went to college next year. It gave me hours of time to think and kept me busy. My mind was constantly in the gutter, trying to imagine some of the things Tami had explained. She said her father was trying to train her. Train her how?

I imagined Tami in her room, trying to finish an English assignment, and in walks her dad. For some reason, I pictured him with a lot of body hair, a hairy chest, a beard, and thick hair on his arms. Or maybe he was as lean as Tami. Then he’d be all skinny, but if he got wet, his hair would just fluff all out after it dried and he’d look like some kind of dark leprechaun. With a dick. With a dick with an attitude. He obviously had some kind of mission. Maybe Tami’s mom didn’t put out. Then he felt justified in going to Tami. After all, she said he waited till she was mature, and having her period. That showed some patience.

What would that be like to have him use her intimacy with the boyfriend as leverage? Her dad would walk in, say "I understand that you and David are getting a little too close. Is he fucking you??"

"No, Daddy, of course not."

"How far have you gotten? I need to know. You’re my daughter. I’m worried about you."

"All he’s done, Daddy, is some kissing."

"Are you sure that’s all?"

"Well one time, I let David feel my breasts."

I could imagine Tami’s dad start getting a boner just thinking about David feeling on his daughter’s small breasts.

"What else?"

And Tami’s dad would bait her, listening for her sins. Listening to how experienced she might be getting. Waiting for his moment to spring on her.

Maybe in those years while he waited for the conditions to be right, he would go stand by her bed while she slept in the dead of night... "One day, Baby...One day you’ll be right. You’ll be ready." And he would jack off into her hair. When she woke up in the morning, her hair would be all stuck together and she would worry that she drooled in her sleep.

Wow. If you start peeling back the layers, it got very complicated very fast. She said her daddy was trying to train her. What did that entail?

Tami’s dad would come into the room. She was feeling sick, and held the hot water bottle to her tummy. He started rubbing her shoulders. "Oh Honey, let me unbutton your shirt. You must be so uncomfortable..." and the rubbing on the shoulders would ease around to her waist. He’d be behind her, getting hard, wanting to keep her facing the other way not to see it. Or maybe turning her and hoping she’d notice.

"Oh Daddy," she’d say, "what’s that?"

And then he’d say, "Oh Baby, if you’re sick, maybe I can get your nightgown and you can just go to bed." He’d hand her a shortie nightgown and step out of the room while she changed, maybe leaving the door ajar, and trying to see in. Trying to catch the sight of her pretty ass, her pussy with just a brush of color across it. Then he’d come back in, and this time when he started rubbing her shoulders, he’d edge down and start rubbing the muscles in her ass cheeks, rubbing her thighs. "Oh Baby, just get a little more comfortable. Can you roll over?"

And the bottle of lotion would get squeezed on her belly, where it was sore, and he’d massage her cramps, then up a little, up a little more, across her breasts. He’d stroke and rub those pretty little breasts and then back across her stomach to her pubic bone, and see her pubes jutting out from the elastic on her panties. And he’d shift himself on the bed beside her, trying to keep his erection at bay. Did he think it was wrong? Or did he feel justified? He’d brought her into the world, and it must have totally fucked him up to imagine some young boy opening those trim thighs and breaking her hymen. He wanted to do it himself! He wanted to be the one.

So how did she put it? He started training her. The massages, well they must have wandered lower and lower. "Honey, I just want to teach you to feel good. I just want you to understand your body...let me show you something special. Let me show you something about your pretty pussy. You want to let David touch you? Well, Baby, let me show you something you need to know about yourself..."

And there in the dark, while her mother’s away at work and her brother was asleep, he started showing her little tricks. He had to train her that this was okay. That this would be their little secret. "Let me show you what a man looks like, Honey." And he’d take his penis out. "You want to touch it a little? You want to see what it looks like when it’s hard? Want to make it grow?"

What would the lessons be like? "Oh Tami, this week, I want you to learn to stroke my dick better. I want to teach you to hold a plug in your ass. That’s a good girl," he’d say. "Oh yes, that’s a good, sweet girl."

Then when she wanted something, "Oh Daddy, would you get me that stereo?" How could he refuse? Fuck. I’d never thought of that. I never thought of the power she’d have. I mean, how could her mother make her do anything? After all, Tami knew first hand that her mom didn’t cut the mustard, at least not when it came to fucking her daddy. Tami was the one he wanted. Tami was the one he came to at night. Tami’s was the pussy that he licked and the face that he imagined sucking on his cock. And anytime she wanted to, Tami could lord that over her mother. Shit.

I finished sanding my dresser when I realized how much power there had to be to be fucking your father and having it be the big dark, dirty secret that no one would face, and using it for getting whatever you wanted. If your mom said no, you could wear your daddy down. It would eventually happen.

What a thought. I tried to imagine my father, standing by my bed, urging me to suck his cock, maybe even holding my head to help "train" me to get the pace right. The way he liked it. I went to the closet to get the vacuum. I put on the small attachment brush and started the motor. I stooped over and the hose started picking up the dust and residue.

Thinking about Tami and her daddy was turning me on! I mean, I was celibate, I hardly ever masturbated, because it just didn’t seem right to do it all by myself. But in comparison, Tami was a mature, knowledgeable lover. He must have lain between her legs and showed her how it felt to have her cunt licked and slathered. Her daddy must have showed her different positions. Maybe she even learned how to cum!

I wanted some of that. I put the vacuum hose to my pussy and felt the suction through my jeans. I sat on a stool and parted my legs. The nozzle sucked and sucked on my pussy through my clothes. I could feel a rush from the vibrations and the suction, but the loud whirr of the motor distracted me from enjoying the full sensation. I should learn how to masturbate better. I should teach myself how to cum.

Would Tami teach me? I thought about that for a moment, but no. She was obviously very bitter. Her experience broke her family up. Everyone had to move. Her mom was up here, unemployed and desperate. Her dad was somewhere in L.A., maybe sending money. Maybe calling. Maybe trying to convince them to come back home.

I turned off the vacuum. I went into the bathroom and locked the door. I took off my pants and I peed into the toilet. What if her father used to follow Tami into the bathroom to "train" her a better way to pee? A way to build her muscles, so she’d be a better fuck? I imagined him standing by the toilet with a stopwatch. "Okay, Honey. Go. Stop. Go. Stop. Hold it five seconds. Hold it ten. Good job Honey. Let me watch you pee." Maybe he even wanted her to pee on him. Maybe he wanted her to piss in his drunk, hairy mouth? And he’d lay there in the bathtub, with her squatting above his face, squirting on his tongue, with his hand on his rock hard dick, stroking it. "Watch daddy, Baby. Watch daddy cum!" No privacy in that house.

Gee. Tami knew what her father looked like when he came. She knew what he sounded like when he shot his load into her tight virgin pussy. She knew what positions he preferred. Had he let her sit on him and ride his cock? Or were their liaisons all done in the dark of night, with the covers pulled over his back and the bed barely squeaking? "Oh, oh, oh, oh..."

And what if Tami liked it? I mean, really. I thought about all those things he must have done to her, massaging her breasts, rubbing her pussy, those were all things that gave me pleasure. Why wouldn’t they give her pleasure? Even if she wanted to think about her boyfriend during the experiences, wouldn’t it still feel good? What if her daddy wasn’t a gross dark leprechaun, but instead had rock hard pecs and was all tanned from working outside all day and he came into her room after showering and all he wanted her to do was to love the way he touched her? What if every stroke was a stroke of passion, a flick of a tongue seeking the right place? What if her daddy was oh-so gentle sticking it in that very first time, so gentle, that it didn’t even hurt? Then when they got to be more seasoned, there were rapid fuck sessions in the bathroom, the door locked while Tami’s brother played Nintendo in the TV room. No hiding your sexuality from your parents, well at least not your father. No hiding in your room, trying to muffle your moaning when you try to find the right spot, try to hit it right, so you can finally cum.

And if the homework didn’t get completed on time, what’s he gonna say? Oh but Daddy, you remember that night, don’t you? You were the reason I didn’t study...You were up to your balls in my cunt. Doggy style. Dontcha remember? And oh, you don’t want me to tell Mother, now do you? So just sign my report and I’ll take it back to school. Mama doesn’t need to know.

Oh the power.

Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. I ran water into the tub and undressed. I settled in, the water shifted back and forth, lapping at my pussy, licking at my boobies. I wanted a little of that freedom to be sexual. "Ah hell, Dad, can you blame me for wanting a good ass fucking? You made me this way."

At least at my house, everything was private. Everyone was quiet. I sometimes heard the bed squeak a little in their room, but it never lasted long. Fucking had to last longer than that, didn’t it? Maybe my parents screwed in the daytime while I was at school. Sometimes they were both home when I got home. Maybe that’s what they were up to.

I gulped air and ducked completely under water. My hair floated around my head like seaweed. My breasts felt all funny, supported by the water–like they didn’t know how to react to gravity. I scooted down as close to the faucet as possible, my knees up and I directed the water so it cascaded on my pussy. I closed my eyes and let the sensations happen. What if my daddy was there, guiding me through those feelings? "Just let it happen," he’d say in his patient way, "We’ve got all the time in the world."

It would be a lot different learning how to be your daddy’s lover. A lot different from the tussle in the backseat of the Pontiac, thinking, "Hurry, hurry, hurry, I’m gonna miss curfew." What if Tami’s daddy sometimes slept in her bed? Or she in his? And maybe there were times when she came to him and said, "Oh Daddy, let me show you what I learned. I’ve been holding this butt plug in my ass all afternoon, waiting for you to come home. Want to take it out?" And daddy could ease the plug out of her tight, sweet, obedient ass, and then have her suck him wet, then glide his dick into her bum. No one any wiser. She wouldn’t even have to try to get away with sex on her dates, she could save it all for daddy. Especially if he was coming into her room a couple times a week. And oh, if she did have sex with her boyfriend, David, and her daddy came in after their date and she was all sloppy from David’s cum, would her Daddy get mad, or just get off thinking of that young man, being so mistaken that he had exclusive use of that cunt?

Christ. What would it be like to have sex a couple times a week? Fuck. What sweet relief. I would be lucky to pull it off a couple times a year. Boys at this age were so unpredictable, and I wasn’t on their "cheerleader and whore" list of girls they wanted to notch on their belts. I was more of a quiet type, who finished her book reports and helped in the cafeteria. Mom said boys would never appreciate me at this age.

But Daddy would. As I lay there, the water up around my ears, I could well imagine how tender my daddy would be if he decided to teach me how to make love. How he would hold his big cock, trying to insert it carefully in my mouth, so I could learn to glide up and down it with my mouth. He’d teach me how to hold my mouth to make sure my teeth didn’t rake against the shaft. He would tell me how hard to suck so it’d be nice for him, not just grunt like a boy my age. He’d let me learn at my pace. He’d leave an extra twenty on my dresser if I needed to buy a new blouse for school. And we’d both make sure Mom never knew. Never.

My fingers found my clit, and I started rubbing it, arching up a little so it wasn’t underwater, all waterlogged. I liked it moist, but not soaking. If I was Tami, I wouldn’t even have to jack off. I’d just wait till dark, and my Dad would come in, all willing, all ready, and I would show him how good I could be. "Oh there you are. I was hoping you weren’t too tired. Can you show me again how to ride you on top? I was practicing my squats and want to see if I can last longer this time."

Wow.

I soaked in the tub awhile, playing with my pussy. I was really turned on, but not turned on by the thought of masturbating, which I didn’t usually find all that satisfying. I was turned on by the thought of hot, forbidden penetration. I was hot with the thought of having my father open my thighs, check to make sure I was just wet enough, just the way I liked it, and glide his rock hard dick inside my vagina. I liked the thought that he’d created that pussy, that he’d sent the X chromosome to my mother’s egg so I would be a girl. He’d made it. Maybe he’d break it.

I decided to find out.