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  [This is a work of pure fiction and fantasy.]
  
               My One - and Only - Night with Elizabeth
  
  by Philip B. Davis
  
     I had come home from work at 7:00 pm, a little earlier than
  usual, specifically because Carla, my wife, was away for the
week at a
  professional conference.  Although I usually don't get home
till 9 or
  10, I wasn't sure how Elizabeth, my 16 year old, would get
along
  babysitting for Danny, who was 11.  Their relationship was
usually
  fine, but then again either my wife or I was always within
earshot to
  referee.  We almost never asked Liz to babysit Danny - awake -
for
  more than an hour or two, and on this day they had come home
from
  school together at 4:00 p.m., so I was pushing it.
  
     I was, of course, relieved to find them in good spirits,
with
  Danny watching TV (his homework done) and Liz doing the last of
the
  dinner dishes.  Liz was wearing her parochial school uniform,
always
  hiked up way too high outside of school, and looked really cute
in her
  blue blouse and plaid skirt.  Watching her do the dishes,
looking so
  mature and responsible, made me look at her in a new light. 
She had
  truly grown up to be a beautiful girl - what am I talking
about? - a
  beautiful young woman.  She had almost a model's look: 
Beautiful high
  cheekbones, a naturally rosy complexion, long blond hair, blue
eyes,
  and a great smile - even if the teeth cost me $7,000 to
straighten! 
  She was now 5'4" and I didn't even want to guess at her
measurements,
  although I was aware that she no longer had the lithe form of
the
  gymnast she had been training to be in her pre-teen years.
  
     A great gymnast then, and a two-time state champion, she had
  shown promise at being of olympic caliber.  But when Elizabeth
turned
  12 her coach sat us down for a long talk.  She told all three
of us
  (Liz, Carla and myself) that she was noticing early breast
development
  on Liz and this worried her.  She said that what we may have
thought
  was lecherous snickering about gymnasts not having any boobs,
is true. 
  Breasts seem to get in the way of exercises and of balance. 
The girls
  bodies are terribly delicate and virtually everything effects
them. 
  There was no doubt:  No successful female gymnast had any tits
to
  speak of.  Miss Daley told us that Liz's breasts looked to her
like
  they were going to be large.  She said that there were no
accurate
  ways of predicting but that she had enough experience (and seen
enough
  girls wash out of programs) to guess where Liz - and her
breasts -
  were headed.  Miss Daley told us if we wanted to, there were
diets and
  diet pills that might retard their growth, but there were side
  effects:  Liz's height growth might be stunted, as well as
development
  of her voice.  She might also delay the onset of menstruation,
  possibly forever.  And with all that at risk, there were no
guarantees
  it would work.  We held a family meeting and decided against
the diet
  and drugs - and the gymnastic career.
  
     Liz continued to be an athlete by learning how to play
  basketball.  I was very proud that in her freshman year she had
made
  the varsity in her all-girls school, where hoops is the number
one
  sport.  Now, in her sophomore year, she was already a starter,
the
  only one from 10th grade.  She had developed well-defined
muscular
  legs and arms, and I assumed a washboard stomach and tight
behind.
  
     I say "assumed" because I never saw them.  I know this will
seem
  incredible, but I had not seen my daughter even partially naked
since
  she was 11.  How is this possible, living under one roof, that
we
  never bumped into each other in the halls at night when Liz was
  wearing a revealing nightie?  It's because she never wore one. 
Never. 
  Ever.
  
     About the time Lizzy turned 12, I noticed that the
conversation
  between my friends and I, who get together for drinks once a
month or
  so, had often turned to how nuts their teenage daughters were
driving
  them.  (Their daughters are 3, 5 and 6 years older than mine.) 
At
  first I was terribly grossed out by the conversation.  I had
thought
  you've got to be a pretty sick dude to get turned on by your
own
  daughter.  But each of them admitted to me that they had
thought so,
  too, and while they never, ever would act on these aroused
feelings,
  there was a certain Oedipal teasing that girls do to their
"daddies"
  just to see if they can get them hard, and, by golly, it works! 
These
  guys were the nicest, most moral guys I knew, and yet they
admitted
  that having lusted after the bodies of nubile young developing
women
  since they were 11 - when they didn't even know what sex was -
the
  virtually naked body these girls - their daughters - were
parading
  around in was getting them hard.  I asked them if, on top of
  incestuous, didn't this also make them pedophiles, and again
they said
  that it may not be the legal definition, but to them pedophilia
was
  with pre-pubescent girls.  These girls were biologically women.
  
     I resolved then and there that I wouldn't even allow the
game to
  be played in my house.  I discreetly told Carla half of what
the guys
  had said (the whole thing would have caused her to demand I
never see
  them again) and she conveyed the message to Lizzy:  No parading
around
  the house in bra and panties, flimsy nightgowns, braless
t-shirts. 
  She was always to be dressed modestly and appropriately.
  
     Carla also handled all of the
"I-think-it's-time-we-sat-down-
  and-talked-about..." talks.  But despite that, I consider my
  relationship with Lizzy remarkably good - and very close.
  
     I still was skeptical that the guys were a little sick until
the
  slumber party for Liz's 15th birthday.  That night she had her
two
  best friends sleep over.  I had really forgotten about it and
left no
  specific instructions about her friends.  Although it was a
Friday
  night, I still worked late in the office, arriving home at 10. 
No
  sooner had I reached the top of the second floor stairs, than
both
  Liz's friends exited the bathroom giggling all the way down the
  corridor toward me.  Both had on the skimpiest of flimsy baby
dolls,
  and panty bottoms that had already crept well into their ass
crack and
  covered nothing - in back or in front.  To make matters worse,
when
  they saw me, they stopped, stood up straight, and welcomed me
home. 
  In the hall light, their breasts were clearly visible to me,
and I was
  even able to see Annie's red pubic hair through her panties.  I
  immediately got an erection.  I told the girls good night, and
before
  they could discover my shame, I ran into my bedroom.  Although
they
  weren't MY daughters, they were friends' daughters and I was
amazed at
  how much - and how quickly - I was turned on.
  
     Liz finished drying the last plate, put my supper in the
  microwave, and went to her room.  I finished supper at 8 and
put Danny
  to bed.  At about 9, Liz came down to see me and talk to me. 
"I've
  got some bad news," Liz started.  "I got my report card and it
isn't
  exactly what I - or you - had hoped for."  Liz was involved in
a
  number of extra-curricular activities, besides basketball, and
she
  also spent an inordinate amount of time on the phone every
single
  night talking to her girlfriends.  She didn't really have any
  boyfriends yet; she only got to socialize with boys in
supervised,
  chaperoned groups for events sponsored by the church.  Carla
and I had
  warned her about letting her grades slide, and we had been very
  serious about it.  I had told Liz it just better not happen,
because
  when it did, her privileges would be severely curbed for the
future,
  and somehow she'd have to be punished for the grading quarter
that
  passed and that she screwed up.
  
     Only half jokingly I had threatened a spanking.  I had
spanked
  Lizzy half a dozen times in her first 12 years, usually for
pretty
  dangerous things she had done.  Although we raised the children
  conservatively, we do not believe in corporal punishment,
except in
  extreme circumstances.
  
     I looked at the report card.  I started to get real angry. 
I
  had been deceived into believing Liz was doing well; in truth,
she was
  doing terribly in far too many classes.  I started listing
punishments
  in a very angry voice.  "Missy, you just messed yourself up
royally! 
  I am very disappointed in this report card and I feel
betrayed!," I
  continued.  "Fifteen minutes of phone a night, no TV or going
out with
  friends on Saturday night or Sunday night, only Fridays."
  
     At this Lizzy started to cry.  Then first I started yelling.

  "And that's just for the future!  For the quarter you screwed
up, I
  think I'm going to cancel you out of the driver's ed course!" 
She had
  really wanted to earn her right to drive, and I was taking that
away. 
  And with that she started to bawl.
  
     Truth be told, Liz was a bright, good kid.  But she got
lazy,
  distracted and let her grades slide.  I wasn't going to
tolerate this
  for one quarter more.  She was going to buckle down.
  
     "What about a spanking?" I heard a voice say through a sob. 
  "You told me you'd spank me for the past."
  
     "Yes, I did say that, Lizzy, but I think taking you out of
  driver's ed is more appropriate."
  
     "I'd rather have a bare bottom spanking than lose driver's
ed,"
  Lizzy protested, no longer crying.  "And a promise is a
promise."
  
     With that Liz threw herself across my lap, lifted up her
plaid
  skirt, and pulled down her panties, all in one swift motion.
  
     I was in shock.  I didn't know what to make of what Liz had
  done.  It seemed to me that she was simply so distraught over
losing
  driver's ed that she didn't realize what she was doing to try
to get
  it back.  She knew that the last time I had spanked her - five
years
  ago - it was for recklessly starting a fire in the basement and
it was
  bare bottomed.
  
     I decided that since I had threatened a spanking and Liz was
  insisting on it, that this was a fair trade, especially if it
taught
  her a lesson.  "I warn you," I told her, "these smacks will be
hard
  and they will hurt.  Are you sure this is what you want?"
  
     "Yes, daddy," Liz responded, "do it as hard as you want." 
With
  that I lifted my hand and smacked her right ass cheek.  On a
scale of
  1 to 10, 10 being as hard as I'd hit someone I hated and was
trying to
  kill, this was a 3.  But it was sharp enough to surprise Lizzy. 
She
  gave out a little  yelp and bounced her head up from the sting.
  
     I hadn't looked at her ass before the first hit, but now I
  couldn't resist.  When I hit it I couldn't believe how it felt,
how
  hard and muscular it was.  Liz must have clenched up her
muscles
  before the blow; nevertheless, she had a remarkably tight ass. 
Now I
  looked at it, at its perfect roundness, at its lack of fat (or
hair),
  and at the red mark I left on her right cheek.  I was
mesmerized into
  staring at, not two feet away from me, the most gorgeous tush I
had
  ever seen in my entire life.  I started to get hard, but wasn't
  conscious of it.
  
     "Is that all dad?  One smack and you're done?  I can get up
  now?," Liz queried.  I snapped out of it in time to tell her,
"No,
  four more smacks!"  The second one I planted on her left cheek,
just a
  little harder.  The third was across both cheeks, harder yet. 
With
  this one she really cried out in pain and started to cry again. 
The
  fourth smack was a little lower on her ass, closer to her
vagina. 
  With this smack she started to bawl again.  When I looked down
at her
  butt this time, I noticed she had positioned her body a little
higher
  in my lap, and now I could clearly see wisps of blond pubic
hair
  peeking out from the front of her body.  For the fifth smack, I
used
  my left hand to pull her butt cheeks apart, exposing her ass
hole, and
  smacked her there, on the now exposed inner flesh of her ass.
  
     Liz jumped up right off my lap upon the last smack.  She was
  crying bitter tears, and she was angry.  She had jumped off so
fast
  that she hadn't realized that the hem of her uniform skirt had
gotten
  tucked into the elastic waistband, and she hadn't pulled up her
  panties, either.  Her blond, lightly covered pussy was, for the
first
  time ever since she had become a teen, exposed to me not three
feet in
  front of my face - and I wasn't even looking at it.
  
     "You hurt me!," Liz yelled at me with an accusatory voice. 
"You
  really hurt me and you were enjoying it!  I hate you for what
you did
  to me!"  The tears were streaming out of her very red eyes.
  
     I had no idea what she meant by accusing me of "enjoying
it." 
  Did she mean that I had seemed masochistic, liking the ability
to
  inflict pain?  Or had she discovered my very hard and prominent
  erection - which I only now became aware of - as my penis poked
  directly up to where Liz's belly had been only moments before?
  
     Whichever it was, she was giving no indication.  But she
also
  wasn't running away to her room.  She was standing there,
crying,
  evoking sympathy in me.  She was waiting for me to make it
better, to
  make the pain go away, as I always had.
  
     I stood up to console her, and took her in my arms, pressing
her
  body against mine.  I reached, with my right hand, the one that
had
  just hit her, to rub the hurt away gently from her tushy. 
Again,
  concentrating on her ass I was, momentarily, unconscious of my
  erection poking through my pants at her very naked pussy.
  
     With her head resting on my left shoulder, her sobbing
waned. 
  She whispered for me to rub lower, so I did, then lower again,
so I
  moved my hand lower yet.  "It still hurts a lot, daddy," Liz
  whispered, "but I think I'll feel a lot better if you rub me
lower
  still."
  
     Since I wasn't looking at her ass, I wasn't quite sure where
my
  hand was positioned.  I thought she was asking me to rub where
my last
  two blows fell.  But when I reached further down, I was shocked
to
  find I was plum out of ass - and into pussy territory.  Before
I could
  pull my hand away, Liz whispered in my ear, "Yes, daddy, if you
rub me
  there a lot all this hurt will go away."
  
     I rubbed there for a while, but felt very uncomfortable
about
  it.  My head was getting light and dizzy from all the feelings
and
  sensations that were flooding it.  I became aware of Liz's hot
breath
  and sexy voice as she had coaxed me into rubbing her pussy by
  whispering in my ear.  I became aware of her huge tits pressed
hard
  against my chest.  I felt the moisture of her juices flowing
out of
  her as I rubbed below.  I wanted it to end immediately - and to
go on
  forever.
  
     A moment later Liz broke the embrace.  She pulled her body
away
  from mine, as she lifted her head off my shoulder.  I was
relieved. 
  No more moral ambiguities; my trial seemed over.  I removed my
hand
  from her behind and vagina as she pulled a mere six inches
away, and
  drew her face close to mine to kiss me on the cheek.  I kissed
her on
  the cheek simultaneously.
  
     All of a sudden, like a bat out hell, Liz turned her head
  counterclockwise ninety degrees so that her lips replaced the
cheek I
  was kissing with my lips.  Instantly, I felt her grab my head
so that
  I couldn't withdraw and felt her force her tongue into my
mouth.  Our
  tongues were doing frantic battle with each other.  Convinced
that I
  was not going to pull away from this embrace, Liz now guided my
right
  hand down the front of her body, towards her crotch, forcing my
palm
  to rest on her clitoris and shoving one of my fingers into her
slit. 
  She took my left hand, and placed it on her covered right
breast
  guiding me, with her hand on top of mine, to squeeze it.  She
rested
  her right hand on the back of my head running her fingers
through my
  hair, and her left hand she placed on my erect cock, stroking
it
  through my pants.
  
     I was shocked - and excited - all at the same time.  Instead
of
  breaking out of a not too innocent embrace, we had gone much
further
  into sexual contact.  (To this day I don't know how Liz knew
how to
  kiss like that - where she learned it - or whether she got it
on
  instinct alone, but she was damn good at it.)  It was clear to
me that
  Liz had not orchestrated this whole thing from the beginning -
she
  couldn't have scheduled Carla to be away on Report Card day -
but that
  she was now seizing the opportunity to pull off a plan -
premeditated
  or spontaneous - once it presented itself.
  
     I quickly had to come up with rationalizations to not run
away
  and end it.  My mind told me that, first of all, Liz was
initiating it
  all, including the spanking and the rubbing.  She was in
charge, she
  clearly wanted it.  Secondly, I feared that if I stopped now -
against
  her will - she might blackmail me about the spanking and the
sexual
  touching and call either an abuse hotline, or worse:  Tell her
mother. 
  I decided to stay and see where things went.
  
     My cock was now rock hard, Liz's nipple was extended and
hard,
  and her pussy was dripping wet.  The kiss had gone on for two
or three
  minutes and both of use needed to come up for air.  Liz broke
our
  grip.  I thought this would be the awkward moment, when I
wouldn't
  know what to say, and so I was quite relieved when Liz spoke
up.
  
     "Daddy, I've dreamed about this moment for a long time," Liz
  said as she stripped off her blouse, took off her shoes, socks
and
  panties, and removed her skirt.  She was now standing in front
of me
  with just her bra on.  "I want you to teach me about making
love." 
  And with that, she unhooked the clasp in the front and her
huge,
  luscious breasts poured out of their cups into freedom.
  
     I had a clear obligation to protest.  "But Lizzy," I said. 
"You
  know this is wrong.  This is incest."
  
     "Daddy," Liz responded, "you know that I have no sexual
  experience.  Most girls my age have been making out with
boyfriends
  for two years already.  Soon, I will be dating, and I'll have
no clue
  what's right and what's wrong.  I don't want to learn about sex
from
  the awkward gawky boys my age who, I'm sure, know next to
nothing
  about real love making.  I want you to teach me.  I still ache,
Daddy,
  right over here," Liz said pointing to her vagina, "and I know
you can
  make it all better."
  
     With that she laid down on the carpeted floor of the den,
  bunching up her clothes to make a little pillow for her head,
and
  motioned to me to strip and join her.  As I took my clothes
off, my
  eyes never once left her body, and Liz, almost mindlessly,
moved her
  hand to her pussy and started circling her clit with her
fingers.  I
  watched her eyes open wide (almost in horror) as she saw me
release my
  six-incher from my briefs.  I was absolutely certain she had
never
  seen a man's erect cock before.  As I joined her on the floor I
could
  smell her pussy juice for the first time, and raised my finger
to my
  nose to smell her and to my mouth to taste her.  She smelled
wonderful
  and tasted even better.
  
     I bent my face over hers and kissed her, gently stroking her
  glorious tits.  As I raised my head again, I stared down at her
  magnificent body and realized that this was the most beautiful,
the
  most perfect body I would ever see in my lifetime, bar none. 
An
  absolutely gorgeous face with deep, blue eyes, topped by long
silky
  blond hair, a regal neck, huge, firm tits that pointed straight
out as
  if they were exempt from the laws of gravity, a flat stomach,
tiny
  waist, womanly hips leading to lithe, yet muscular legs.  I was
  awestruck.  At this moment I was no longer staring at my
daughter
  incestuously.  Liz, instead, had come to represent every teen
girl I
  had fantasized about from the time I was a teenager.  She was
every
  girl I yearned for, longed for, dreamt about, and - yes -
masturbated
  over.  (I only wished she wouldn't call me "Daddy" so much...)
  
     "Liz," I said, making small talk while mindless stroking her
  tits, "it looks like Ms. Daley was right."
  
     "She sure was!," Liz exclaimed proudly.  "At 35C they're
already
  bigger than Mom's 34B and I'm still growing!"
   
     "Liz," I asked thoughtfully, "do you masturbate?"
  
     "Yes, daddy, I do - with my fingers.  But I've never had an
  orgasm because I was afraid it would end my virginity."
  
     "Honey, orgasms have no effect on your being a virgin.  I'm
  going to make sure you have your first orgasm - and that it's a
great
  one."  With that I climbed over her body straddling it, and,
resting
  on my hands and elbows, positioned myself so that my cock
hovered
  directly over Liz's vagina.  "Grab my penis and rub it up and
down
  your vaginal lips and clitoris.  Use my cock as if it were a
  vibrator."
  
     Liz grabbed my penis just below the rim of the bulbous head,
and
  started taking very hard, long strokes, from the top of her
clit to
  the bottom of her slit.  Although my cock was rigid as steel,
the head
  remained very sensitive and rubbery.  Within minutes I could
feel her
  clit growing and getting harder, her pussy lips puffing up, and
her
  slit getting wetter and wetter.  Liz, propped up a bit on the
pillow
  so she could look at where our bodies were so erotically making
  contact, alternated because closing her eyes and moaning and
opening
  them for brief periods to watch.  My cock, in the meantime, was
  greatly enjoying the friction and was pent up and ready for
it's own
  release, but I did all I could to stave it off for later.  When
Liz's
  eyes were closed, I 'd bend my head to suck on her tits,
alternating
  between them.
  
     Soon, I could hear Liz start to mewl as she picked up the
tempo
  and started to rub my cock head vigorously around and on her
clit. 
  "This is usually where I stop," Liz said in heavy gasps of
ragged
  breaths.  "Not this time, honey," I said.  "But how will I know
when
  I've started to orgasm, and when it ends?"  "Don't worry. 
You'll
  know."  And with that she started to cry out, loud, noisy
moans,
  almost yelling, her body tossing from side to side, her back
arched in
  a perfect curve, her hair tossing and tussled. "Oh my gosh! 
I'm
  cumming!  Oh!.... Oh!... It's such sweet pain!  Oh!.... It
feels
  wonderful!  Daddy!  I'm cumming for the first time in my life
and I'm
  cumming for you!!!!!  Ohhhhhh!!!"
  
     Liz's first orgasm lasted about a minute.  It was intense. 
I
  had almost started to cum with her and fought real hard to hold
back -
  and made it.
  
     "Daddy, I must have your penis inside me," Liz exclaimed,
  panting.  "RIGHT NOW!"  And with that she grabbed my cock and,
rubbing
  it up and down her slit one more time to get it nice and wet,
shoved
  it in between her pussy lips, prying them apart with my cock
head. 
  She then let go of my cock to allow me to take control.
  
     I took short strokes inside her, each time going another
quarter
  inch deeper.  But after only a few short strokes I came to a
barrier
  and stopped.  I had reached her hymen.
  
     "Don't stop now, Daddy!  I'm on fire!," cried Liz.  "And
only
  your cock fucking my pussy can put it out!"
  
     I don't know if it was feeling the hymen itself, or the
shock of
  hearing my daughter use such vulgar language for the first
time, but
  something set off an alarm inside me that said as far as we'd
already
  gone, I still couldn't just take away her virginity.  I
withdrew my
  cock from her pussy.
  
     "Honey, I just can't take your cherry from you," I said
softly,
  lovingly.  "I'm going to leave that for that first special guy
in your
  life."
  
     "But, Daddy, I need to cum again real badly," Liz pleaded,
with
  tears welling in her eyes.
  
     "Then I'll show you how a real man makes his lover cum," I
said. 
  And with that I moved down her body to put my face in her
crotch.
  
     "Daddy!  What are you going to do down there?!," Liz asked,
  repulsed.  "Uch, it must be yucky down there.  It must really
smell
  bad."  
  
     "Honey, just wait.  It smells just fine to me, and in a
minute,
  I'm sure it'll taste just as good.  Just lie back and enjoy."
  
     I started to lick Lizzy's pussy lips with my fat, wide
tongue,
  slobbering my saliva all over them.  They were a bright, fresh
pink,
  and very swollen, as she'd obviously rubbed them raw with my
cock head
  in her first orgasm.
  
     "Oh, Daddy," Liz mewled.  "I can't believe you're eating me
down
  there!  I never heard of this before, but it feels wonderful!"
  
     I curled up my tongue, and using my fingers to pry open her
  vagina just a bit, I slid my tongue into Liz.  I swirled my
tongue
  inside her, at the same time drawing it slightly out and
plunging in
  again.  I was fucking Lizzy with my tongue.  Her moans grew
louder and
  this time, she grabbed my head with one hand to press my face
in
  closer to her.  Knowing full well that Carla was multi-orgasmic
and
  that Lizzy was likely to be that way, too, I figured that Lizzy
wasn't
  too far off from her second orgasm.  I withdrew my tongue from
her
  pussy, and gave one long lick up her slit until my tongue
settled on
  her jewel, Liz's clit.
  
     I started quickly flicking at her clit and noticed how
quickly
  it once again grew.  When it reached its maximum size, I
wrapped my
  lips around it and started to suck it off as if it were a
little
  penis.  Instantly, I noticed Liz started to tighten up, her
orgasm
  building rapidly, again, starting from her stomach.
  
     "Ungh!," Lizzy grunted.  "Oh, Daddy, you're tongue feels
  wonderful on my clitty.  You've sent me to heaven!  I'm gonna
start
  cuming in a second and it's gonna be a BIG ONE!!!  Ohhhhhhhhh! 

  Ohhhhh!  HERE I CUMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!"
  
     With that Liz started to buck, much harder and wilder than
  before.  I fought really hard to keep my lips and tongue locked
on her
  clit, and continue to lick and suck it through her orgasm. 
This one
  lasted almost a minute and a half, and reached peaks and
valleys that
  may really have signified little separate but linked orgasms. 
Lizzy's
  pussy shot out quite a bit of juice onto my chin, that then
bounced
  off and dribbled down the crack of her ass.  When Lizzy came
down from
  her orgasm and opened up her eyes, they were still rolled back
in her
  head.
  
     "Daddy, I never thought anything could feel that good!  
That
  was the most intense, wonderful feeling I've ever had - and
probably
  ever will have.  Thank you ever so much."
  
     I started to rise off her body.  Although I still had a huge
  erection and had not cum yet, I thought it best to not press my
luck
  and try to end this incestuous experience right here.  I would
have
  been successful if Lizzy wouldn't have been so kind.
  
     "But, Daddy, you didn't cum yet!  How should I make you cum!

  What do you like to do best?"
  
     "Lizzy, have you ever heard of a blow job?"
  
     "Yes, Daddy," answered Liz.  "That's where the girl takes
the
  penis in her mouth, right?"
  
     "Right.  But do you know how to do that?  Or why it works?"
  
     "No, Daddy."
  
     "Then let me explain.  A man cums because the skin of his
penis
  has been rubbed and has gotten him all excited and worked up. 
The
  friction - the rubbing - of the cock skin is what makes him
cum.  He
  can get that friction just about anywhere - a pussy, a mouth,
even his
  own hand or fucking in the space between titties.  But that
friction
  hurts if the skin is dry.  That's why the pussy produces so
much pussy
  juice during sex."  With that, I stood up and motioned to Liz
to get
  on her knees between my legs and bring her face up to my cock.
  
     "First, lick my shaft and head up and down a few times and
get
  it good and wet.  Then I'll put it in your mouth."
  
     Very tentatively, hesitantly, Liz grabbed my cock shaft in
her
  left hand and pulled it towards her mouth.  Her tiny mouth
opened wide
  to stick her tongue out and start to lick the cock head.  She
did it
  almost as if my cock were an all-day sucker.  Then she started
to lick
  up and down the shaft.  Her eyes darted back and forth between
my cock
  and my face, seeking my approval that she was doing it right. 
I was
  ready to explode from any contact, I knew it wouldn't take much
to get
  me off, or a lot of talent.  Nevertheless, I didn't want to
risk
  spending too long teaching Lizzy how best to blow a guy.  I was
afraid
  I would chicken out, regret this incestuous affair.  So I
decided to
  take charge.
  
     "Lizzy, usually a girl likes to be in command, in control
during
  a blow job.  But I'm too excited to teach you the art of fine
blowing
  right now.  It takes a lot of time and a lot of practice to be
really
  good at it.  This time, however, I'm so worked up already, I
know I'm
  gonna cum very fast.  So instead of you blowing me, I'm going
to take
  charge and fuck your mouth.  Open your mouth wide and make sure
not to
  scrape my cock with your teeth.  Just give me a nice tight fake
pussy
  by using your mouth, lips and tongue."
  
     With that, Lizzy formed a big, round "O" with her mouth and
I
  shoved my cock in.  Lizzy was shocked at first at how huge I
felt in
  her mouth, and at the fact that on the downstroke she almost
gagged
  from the onslaught on her throat.  With each thrust of my hips,
my
  entire cock went inside my mouth, and from her position, it
must have
  looked a little scary as my whole body closed in and out, with
my cum-
  swollen balls slapping her on the chin.  Her face and eyes -
  continually staring at my face - showed a mixed look of
naivete, lust,
  and fear of the unknown.  It was clear that she had no idea
what to
  expect, and was somewhat afraid of what it would be like.  But
soon
  she settled into the rhythm and started to increase my
excitement by
  turning up the pressure in her lips and swirling of her tongue. 
After
  about six or seven strokes, I was at the point of no return.
  
     "Here I cum, Lizzy!  And it's gonna be a big one, TOO!!!!  
  Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!  I'M CUMMINGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG  IN YOUR
MOUTH,
  LIZZY!!!  SWALLOW MY CUMMMMMMMM!!!"
  
     My back arched, and I started spurting huge, long strings of
cum
  into Lizzy's virgin mouth.  First one spurt, then a second.  By
the
  third Lizzy didn't know what to do with my cum and so the third
spurt
  hit her tongue and bounced out onto her chin.  I then withdrew
my cock
  and, holding it in my hand, sent my fourth spurt onto her hair,
my
  fifth on a cheek, my sixth I aimed at her neck, and covered
each tit
  with the seven and eight.  There was so much pressure and
urgency in
  my orgasm that it almost hurt; I felt as if I had just passed
my balls
  out through my penis hole, that's how intense it was.  Having
by now
  swallowed the cum in her mouth, and deciding she liked the
taste, Liz
  went about collecting my cum from her cheek, neck, chin and
tits, and
  wiped it onto her fingers which she then sucked off and
swallowed. 
  She was completely hypnotized by the sight, smell and taste of
my cum.
  
     "Daddy, I never knew a man's orgasm can be so exciting!  I
loved
  watching you cum!  My hand was rubbing my pussy and when your
spunk
  starting shooting into my throat, it pushed me over the top and
I came
  again!  You came so hard, so strong and so much!  And your cum
tasted
  so good!  Do all men cum like you do, Daddy?"
  
     "No, darling, not all men cum like that.  Even I don't
always
  cum like that.  That was wonderful," I complimented Liz.  "That
was
  definitely my best orgasm since I was in college."  And I
started to
  get dressed.  Liz just sat there.
  
     "Please, teach me more, Daddy," Liz pleaded.  "I have so
much
  more to learn."
  
     "No, Liz, that's all," I explained firmly.  "Forever."  We
both
  got dressed in silence.
  
     When we finished dressing, I called Lizzy over to sit next
to me
  on the couch.  She was smiling at me, even though she was
disappointed
  and knew she wouldn't like what I was about to say.
  
     "Elizabeth, although what we just did felt real good and
seemed
  so right, it was wrong in the eyes of the law and of society. 
  Therefore, we can never, EVER do anything like this again. 
And,
  secondly, no one, including and especially your mother, must
ever find
  out about it.  I know it will be hard, but this will have to
remain
  our little secret, one we never tell to anyone - including your
  brother and any of your close friends.  We have to act like it
never
  happened.  No one must ever know."  Lizzy, reluctantly, agreed. 
And
  we never had sex again.
  
     The next three days, were the most difficult, what with
Carla
  away and all.  But Lizzy respected my wishes and never tried to
seduce
  me in any way.  She immediately dressed modestly again, and
everything
  went back to normal.
  
     I replayed that scene a few times in my head during those
three
  days and came to the conclusion that it happened at the just
the right
  age for Lizzy:  Had she been two or three years younger she
would have
  been way to young for me to agree to any of it. And if she had
been
  two or three years older, these trysts could wind up being a
lot more
  than a lesson in love-making; it could wind up being a
potential long-
  term love affair.  So Liz had asked me to teach her about sex
at the
  only age where I could have been seduced into it.
  
     All that was three years ago; Liz is nineteen now.  She
dates
  frequently, but I don't know - nor do I want to know - what Liz
does
  on a date.  I have not had even one of those "talks" with Liz -
you
  know, the "all boys want to do is get in your pants" talk - I
have
  left them all for Carla, and she's done a great job.
  
     I very rarely think back to that night because to relive it
is
  risk having to deal with the conflicting feelings of guilt and
lust. 
  But every now and then I do think of that one remarkably
special night
  that Liz and I spent together in total sexual ecstasy and bliss
- and
  it brings a smile to my face.


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