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Lessons In Love
by J.E. Ashbourne (jennifereliseashbourne@yahoo.co.uk)
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A teenage daughter asks her father for some help. (M/f-
teen, ped, inc, oral)
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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."
"Why not?"
"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.
"Doing what?"
"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.
Within a 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 blowjobs," 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 replied, 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.
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real
life" can look forward to many unproductive years
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their
local prison system.
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