Jamie was sighing by now, her slender hips rocking slightly in rhythm with her fingers playing with her sex. The crotch of her panties was damp, and I could smell her arousal. Damn! All I wanted to do was pull those panties down and off her long legs so I could plunge something inside of her, like my fingers, my tongue, or my throbbing cock.
“Oooh, that feels so good,” she said into my mouth. “But it feels like something more should happen.”
“Try rubbing a little higher, at the top of your slit. That's where your clitoris is,” I said. “Most people call it the clit.”
“Where?”
“Right here,” I said, taking her hand in mine and moving her middle finger around where I knew her most sensitive spot must be.
“Maybe I should take my panties off.”
I was about to say something about how I should leave the room again, but she had already sprung to her feet and pulled her soaked panties off. She looked at me and smiled, and then climbed onto the sofa straddling my legs. Her cute little ass rested on my thighs.
“Now show me again,” she said.
“Here,” I said, placing her finger on top of her button. “Rub all around here. Not too hard, or you'll get sore.”
I removed my shaking hand from hers, and started playing with the trimmed soft blond curls that decorated her mound. She went back to work sawing on her little clit.
“This feels so good, Dad,” she breathed, latching onto my mouth for the hottest kiss yet.
I watched her for a while. I could see that she just wasn't doing it quite right, and her poor clit was getting red. “Honey,” I said, “move your finger down over the entrance of your pussy to make it wet. That way you can glide it smoothly over your clit. Then use you other hand and try sliding a finger inside you. Not too far, just a little bit.”
She slid her finger down and played in the wetness that was there. Her slippery finger slid back up onto her swollen button as she teased her opening with her other hand.
“How does that feel, sweetie?” I asked.
“Oh, God, that feels so good! I just keep getting wetter and wetter!” she whimpered.
Unbelievable. I'm sitting on the couch with my naked teenage daughter straddling me, kissing her, playing with her tits with one hand and her pubes with the other, while she fingers herself. I could feel an actual trickle of pre-cum moistening my shorts.
“What's happening to me?” she gasped.
“You're getting ready to have an orgasm, baby. You're going to have kind of a rush of really good feeling, better tha
n anything you've ever felt. You're going to cum,” I explained, still rolling her little nipples between my fingers.
“It feels like something big is going to happen,” she said, clenching her teeth.
“Relax, baby, let yourself go,” I said, kissing her yet again.
“I can't take it anymore!” she whined. “Help me, Dad!”
I didn't even think about it at the time. My one hand went down to squeeze her perfect little ass as my other hand slid over her drooling pussy. I worked my middle finger inside her until it touched her hymen, and then began stroking her clit with my wet thumb.
“OH! Oh God! Oh fuck!” she wailed, arching her back. Her tight little hole was pulsating around my finger as she began hyperventilating. Then she collapsed against me and thrust her tongue into my mouth.
As she relaxed, our kisses became more tender. My hands were stroking and cuddling the soft, smooth skin of my lovely daughter's ass and back. Finally, she pulled back to look at me. A few strands of her wavy blond hair were stuck to her cheek by the sweat of her exertion.
“Do they always feel like that?” she asked. “Are all orgasms that good?”
“I don't know, honey. That looked like a pretty big one,” I said.
“That was amazing. I'm going to want to do that again. Is that what it feels like when you masturbate?”
“Well, of course, we're not built the same, but I think it probably still feels just as good.”
“Can I see it? Can I watch you play with it?”