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Introduction:

Continuing the story of a man and his curious teenage daughter.

This is part two of my story, “Dad, I Have a Question,” posted on this site on August 22, 2011. It isn't absolutely necessary to read that story to understand this one, but it can't hurt.

PLEASE NOTE: This is a completely fictional story about a single father and his daughter. The night before this chapter begins, the girl, a senior in high school, approached her father with some frank questions about sex.

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

“Jamie, no! I can't do that!” I said.

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

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

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

“I feel so guilty about all that.”

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

“Yes, but still,....”

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

“Exactly!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No.”

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

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

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

“I'll be waiting,” she said.

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

“Yes.”

“I'd like to get one.”

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

“No!” I said.

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

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

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

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

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

“How effective is it?”

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

I swiped my card at the register, and she handed me the bag.

“There's also some literature in there, and some websites about effective, safe, long-term birth control,” she said. “Have a nice day.”

“I will. Thank you,” I said, trying my best to look nonchalant as I walked away.

The drive home seemed to take forever. When I walked in from the garage, I heard Jamie moving around upstairs. Part of me wanted to just go up there and jump her, but I thought better of it. This will be my daughter's first time, our first time. Better to let things proceed at her pace. Besides, she still has a chance to change her mind, with no REAL harm done, I rationalized.

I was in the kitchen drinking some iced tea when Jamie came downstairs. Her long, curly blond hair framed her pretty face, and she was wearing a white terry-cloth robe. She looked fresh and innocent. “Did you get it, Dad?”

“Yes, baby, I did.”

“Oh, good. So now you can cum inside me, can't you?”

“You won't get pregnant, but are you one hundred percent certain this is what you want?” I asked.

“One hundred percent,” she answered, untying her robe and letting it fall to the floor. My beautiful teenage daughter was naked in front of me.

“Take me to bed. Make love to me,” she murmured, coming over to me and giving me a kiss. “Make me a woman, fill my vagina with your penis and shoot your sperm into me.”

As dirty talk goes, this was pretty clinical, but it had the desired effect. Her words made me horny as hell, desperate to be inside this woman, my virgin daughter, wild with the need to pump her little pussy full of my cum. I held her naked body against me, cupping her pure, perfect ass in my hands and kissing her deeply. She smelled of the cologne I had gotten her for her birthday, and her mouth tasted of her fresh, young sweetness.

“You're getting hard, Dad. Let's go upstairs.”

We did. She grabbed the bag from the drugstore 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 child 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 incest, 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 scraped it along her center line, from her clit, down her crevice, playing in her moisture, and finally coming to rest on her pink star.

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

“Don't you like that?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Dad?”

“Yes?”

“Can we go a little faster?

“If you're ready.”

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

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

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

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

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

She rolled on top of me again, and I held her young body tight to me. I cherished this child 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 child, now a woman, close against me under the streaming water. Maybe we would be okay.

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

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

“Let's go out.”

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

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

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

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

“What's wrong, Dad?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah?”

“Would you take a look at these ties?”

“Sure,” she answered, appearing at my door moments later. She was still naked, except for tiny pale beige panties that almost disappeared against her, and a pair of high-heeled sandals.

“Honey, I'm almost dressed. As soon as you help me find a tie, I'll be ready to go,” I said.

“I'm just about ready, Dad. Except for the dress and about five seconds on my hair, I'm set to go, too.” She came over to me, her firm pretty breasts hardly bouncing. “This one,” she said, holding a tie against my shirt. Then she walked away.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“A shot?”

“Yes, a contraceptive shot. I want to be able to make love with you whenever we want. I don't like the idea of condoms, and I can't just keep taking morning-after pills. I did a little research while you were at the drugstore 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 incest.”

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 drugs 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.”

“Yeah.”

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

“No.”

“Can you?”

“I don't know.”

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

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

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

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

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To be continued....

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