I had raised my daughter singlehandedly since my ex just up and left when Sarah was small. I don’t know how parents can abandon their kids, but at least she didn’t take my little girl with her. It’s hard as a single man to raise a little girl. You always wonder if you’re doing the right thing with this or that. You ask women you know if you’re doing it right, and they loved that I was asking, so I did okay with women. But I never remarried. I never found “the one” woman who would make a great wife and a great mother for Sarah, so it was just us. It became tricky when she went into puberty, but I managed. In fact, I think I sheltered Sarah from things a bit too much. She didn’t start dating until she was sixteen, but she was still very naïve.
It was a year later that she came home one night after a date with long time boyfriend Mark. She flustered in through the front door and I could tell she was really upset. I got up and followed her into her room, where I found her crying on her bed. “What’s wrong?” I said as I sat on the bed and smoothed over her downturned head. She shook her head and buried her face in her arm and her pillow. I smoothed her head, like I always did at times like this. But she was inconsolable. “Daddy! Why are boys such pigs?” she wailed. “I don’t know, sweetheart. I don’t know.”
She sat up and held onto me, her tears seeping into my shirt. “Why don’t you tell me what’s wrong?” I said. She snivelled some more, and shook her head. “Well, I can’t really help unless I know what’s wrong.” She stifled another tearful outburst, and sat back roughly wiping her tears away. “It’s Mark. He says I’m no good.” “No good? What the heck…?” “At sex, Daddy! He says I’m no good at sex!” She looked at me with deep hurt in her eyes and I wanted to throttle the lad for hurting my little girl. But at the same time I couldn’t help be slightly amused. I shouldn’t have been, of course, but sometimes you can’t help these things.
“And why did he say that?” I asked, with as much sympathy as I could muster. “We were doing it. Well, trying… I mean. I just didn’t know what to do. I was rubbish.” She looked at me a second and then a fountain of tears burst from her eyes as she buried her face back into my shirt again. I held her close, smoothing her hair. She snorted shortly, and then looked up at me with glassy tear filled eyes and said, “Will you teach me, Daddy?” I couldn’t believe what she was asking. “Please?” she pleaded.
“Darling, I don’t think I’m the best person to teach you about these things.”
“I’m your father.”
“Well who’s going to teach me, then?” she said with a pang of desperation.
I didn’t have an answer. There was some logic in what she was saying.
“Okay,” I said, “what do you want to know?”
She sniffled shortly and wiped her face clean of tears, leaving it red and blotchy.
“I need to know what I’m doing wrong.” She said.
“I can’t explain…” she whimpered.
“Then how can I help you if I don’t know what you’re doing wrong?”
She looked down, her shoulders occasionally jostling with a sharp intake of breath. “Can I show you?” she asked without looking at me.
“Show me…?” I said, still not grasping what she was saying.
She nodded and looked up at me with her eyes pleading. I wasn’t really sure what she meant, but I’d do anything for those beautiful eyes, so I said, “Yes, okay.”
Before I could say anything else she tucked her thumbs into her jeans and in one move she rocked forward and pulled her jeans down to her knees and kicked them off. I was about to say something when I noticed her panties were inside her jeans, discarded on the floor. Without another moment her shirt was also off and she was unhooking her bra. I looked at my daughter in shock. Her bra was now off and she was naked next to me, except for her white cotton ankle socks, which she seemed to have forgotten.
I was speechless. But I felt an instant stirring in my pants. I just looked at her glorious nakedness. She had a body I hadn’t seen but for fleeting glances as I passed her bedroom and the door was open, or when she rushed from the bathroom to her bedroom naked, since she was about ten. Now, in the full bloom of youth her body had developed beautifully pointed breasts, her hips were broadened but still small enough to be dainty, her pussy was puffy and sparsely peppered by light blonde fuzz, and her legs were long and slender for her five foot five frame.
“You’re beautiful.” I said.
“Mark says I’m no good at blow jobs” she said as she knelt before me, looking directly at my now obvious boner. It was straining at my jeans, trying desperately to get out. She looked up at me, “Daddy, can I…?” I was still reeling, “Okay” I said in a daze. Delicately, she until my belt and unzipped my jeans. A tent was like a big top in my boxers, but she just reached into them and wrapped her dainty little fingers around my solid shaft and pulled in out of my shorts.
“Oh, my God, this is happening!” I thought as my daughter lowered her head to my cockhead and engulfed it in one fluid motion. It was bliss – warm, wet and soft! Then she started to pump her head up and down on my cock, and I knew what he meant. Nice, yes. But not great. She seemed to be taking it literally, her mouth ballooned with air. “Stop, stop.” I said. She pulled off and started complaining, “But I need to learn. You said.” “I know,” I said, “but you want to do it right, don’t you?” She nodded dumbly. I shuffled out of my jeans and boxers and pulled my shirt off too. I lay down and motioned for her to get up between my legs.
She held me again. “Now gentle stroke up and down, letting it slide through your fingers” I said, and no sooner said than she was doing it. “Now take a firmer grip about half way up with just your fingertips, and you can start going faster now.” Everything I said to her I knew my daughter would do. I was in control somehow, but I still maintained that fatherly instruction voice.
“Now lick around the top, around the glans.” Seeing her looking at me with expectant eyes as her tongue licked my glans like a popsicle was getting me hot. It wasn’t so long ago she was looking up at me in pigtails sucking on a real lollipop. “Now use your other hand to gently tickle the balls,” I said. “That’s it, gently feel around them.” This was driving me wild! “Now, with your lips full and pouting, let the head of my penis into your mouth, licking around it as you do.” Oh Jesus! I’m going to Hell!
For once in her life she was doing exactly as she was told. And it was bliss! “Now just do like you do with a French kiss, pretend the penis is your boyfriend’s tongue.” She was doing it, slipping her tongue around and around me, exploring my glans. “Gently start wanking me as you do it,” I said, “now slurp right off the end, sucking as you go”. She sucked gently as her full pouting lips rounded the end. She was getting the hang of this. She looked up at me. “Don’t stop, you’re doing really well.”
Down she went again, her lips and tongue tormenting me. I groaned with pleasure and she smiled up at me with her eyes. “Now, take some more into your mouth each time. And don’t…oh!” I trembled with pleasure. “Ooh, that’s good, Sweetheart.” I gasped. She was really working it now and her eyes were smiling at me as she knew I was really struggling with the pleasure now. I jerked involuntarily and she gagged slightly as I touched the back of her throat. But she just kept on doing it, slurping up and around my swollen helmet, tickling my balls and gripping the base of my cock like a trophy!
“I’m really wet, Daddy!” she said as she lipped off the end of my swollen head. She enveloped my cockhead one last time when I felt that blissful agony begin right in my arsehole, through my ball-sack and up through my throbbing cock! And with that I started cumming in my little girl’s mouth, feeling my swollen glans pulse out my seed onto her savouring tongue. Pulse after pulse was sucked into her lips until I gasped out and collapsed. Sarah pulled off my head and sat up, and I watched as she swallowed my cum.
“I did it!” she beamed!
“Yes, you did.” I said, starting to realize just what we’d done.
“That was amazing!” She said, and she kneaded her fleshy cones involuntarily. Her nipples were obviously sensitive, as she gasped slightly, and closed her eyes. When she opened them again she was looking straight at my still raging hard on.
“It hasn’t gone down,” she said, questioningly.
“No. I don’t go down for a long time. If I’m still excited I stay up forever.”
“Oh My God, Daddy! That’s so amazing!”
“It has its advantages. It also has its disadvantages.”
“Like what?” she asked, having taken hold of it again.
“I get blue balls unless I have a lot of sex.” I said.
I could see her thinking as she toyed with my rigid tool. She licked her lips as she looked right at it. “Daddy?” I grunted. “Can I…?” She didn’t wait for an answer, but straddled me with my length pressed tight up against her groove. I hadn’t thought about her own sexual needs, but now I was seeing them at full muster. I could feel her juices running down my balls. She pressed it in and ground against it, her hips gyrating. Her slick honey glazed the underside of my rigid cock. Her warmth teased me.
“That feels good, Daddy”. She said.
“Yes it does.” I said, my ardour beginning to bubble. I smoothed my hands up her slender thighs, around her hips and down to cup her rounded buttocks. I urged her forward, then back, rubbing herself along my length. “Oh, Daddy!” she said in a whisper so sexy it was hard to believe the words had escaped my own daughter’s lips. I wasn’t sure if this would make her come, but I wasn’t sure I was ready to penetrate my own daughter. As I pulled her forward once again she rose up onto her knees and pushed my throbbing cockhead into her vaginal entrance. I felt her envelop me as she lowered her sopping cunt down onto my rock hard cock. In I went as I raked down her thighs. I could feel her shudder and I guessed she had had a minor orgasm just on having me inside her. She was so wet that she sank all the way down my length until I was filling her completely, my cockhead touching her uterus.
She leaned forward, resting a hand on my chest. Her other one squeezing her conical tits like she was trying to milk them. She leaned lower and I took my chance to lean up to take her left breast into my mouth. “Oh, yes” she gasped as she rocked back and forth, my cock sliding in and out of her sopping snatch. I sucked on her nipple as I started thrusting up into my daughter. “Oh God!” she gasped and grabbed the bed-sheets either side of me. I grabbed her shaking breasts above me as I thrust up into her faster and faster. She was now on all fours as I rocketed up into her. I had to let her beautifully fleshy breasts go to hold onto her thighs to steady myself as I pummelled her little pussy.
“Uh!” she gasped. I felt her pussy walls clenching me inside, but I was on a mission now. I went faster and faster, in and out of her succulent peach. “Uuuugh” she moaned. I was going so fast now that my stomach muscles were starting to convulse. “Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh! Uuuuuuuuuugh!” Suddenly I was cumming again! But I’d pulled out just in time and now I was spraying cum all over her pussy, stomach and thighs, half of it landing on my own stomach and soaking into my pubic hair. Sarah collapsed on top of me and we were a sticky wet mess of flesh and come.
I could hear her breathing hard as her body heaved on top of me. That’s when I became aware that I was still hard. Some of you may not believe this, but I swear I maintain an erection after I’ve come. The longest I sustained an erection during sex was eight hours. That was when I first met Sarah’s mother. It’s not comfortable, I can tell you. All you can do is try to come a lot. But I can keep going, even if I come, I can keep going. My first ever anal action was with Sarah’s mother when I’d had her on her knees, her front onto the sofa. I pulled out and came all over her arse crack. I just used it as lubricant and pushed on in and kept going. I didn’t even ask. I later heard Layla bragging to her friend what I could do. It really strokes a guy’s ego, I can tell you.
Right now, my boner was pushed up in the crack of my daughter’s arse and her still seeping pussy. “Daddy,” she breathed quietly. “Yes, Darling.” I said. “You’re still hard.” I twitched my boner in recognition, “I know” I said. She laughed. I laughed too. The situation too absurd not to. She looked up at me with bedevilment in her eyes. “Will you go on top this time?” she asked. I laughed out loud. “That’s my girl.” I said, and in two seconds she was lying down with her legs spread wide.
I knelt between her thighs and held my cock in hand. I toyed it at her entrance, just inside her. “Daddy, stop teasing me.” She said. I leaned over her and trailed my cockhead up her watery peach. “Daddy!” I smiled as I reached her swollen clitoris and wiggled my swollen cockhead over it. “Uuuugh!” she gasped. I smiled. “You do it,” I said. She reached down and took my cock in her fingertips and then she was rubbing it swiftly over her clit, just like she used her fingers when she was alone, I imagined. The feeling was amazing! I hadn’t felt this since her mother had done it last, eight years ago, before she left. Now her daughter was doing the same thing. The rapid wiggle on my tool, her fingertips and my wet helmet being tortured by her peach bud. Suddenly she lost her breath and grabbed my arm with her spare one and I heard and felt her spraying come below. She was a gusher! She bit her lip and then hastily put my cock to her hole and wrapped her legs and arms around me and pulled me into her.
“Fuck me, Daddy.” She gasped.
I plunged into my little girl like an animal, thrusting my cock into her sweet, sweet pussy. I pumped in and out of her, pistoning in and out, pumping my sex into hers. She was matching me as much as she could. Her breath was shallow, gasping, panting, whining and moaning. Sweat was dripping off me as the wet pleasure of her cunt tormented me to new extremes and Sarah was starting to whine a high pitched “Aaaaaaahhhhh”. And then again she was coming, this time with me inside her, her cum washing my cock in gushes and torrents as one after another she came and screamed, came and screamed, came and screamed! It was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. The sexiest thing ever! The most lust filled! – And as another gush of pussy juice sluiced around my cock I let loose a burst of cum into her heavenly haven! “Oooooh!” I groaned as I jammed my cock as far up side her as I could fit, our pubic hair matted together and my soaking wet balls resting on her perfect little backside.
Sarah’s pussy was still giving little constrictions, grasping my rigid cock and releasing it with a little come, and then doing it over again. I pulled out and lay down next to her on the little single bed.
“I came inside you,” I said. “I’m sorry.”
She looked at me and kissed me on the cheek. “It’s okay, Daddy. I’m on the pill.”
“Thank God for that!” I said.
“Besides,” she said, “I liked it.”
She snuggled into my arm and after several minutes of neither of us speaking I looked over and saw that she was fast asleep. I gently and quietly got up and picked up my clothes. I couldn’t help quietly admiring her nakedness. She was so beautiful. I couldn’t help having one last look at her pussy either. I might never get a chance to see it again. It was red and still sticky, and every now and then it would belch outward as though it was going to be sick. She was still having mini-orgasms in her sleep. I smiled to myself and left the room.
Sarah never mentioned her boyfriend, Mark, ever again. I think they finished soon after that day. We never spoke about what happened. We never acknowledged it. Sometimes I think I imagined the whole thing. But Sarah never bothered about covering up after that, I suppose she figured I’d seen it all anyway. Now and then she would catch me looking at her in her state of half or nearly dressed. One time I saw her completely naked coming from the bathroom. She saw me looking, stopped and did a little twirl, smiled and went on her way. I wonder what she’s thinking.