Lesbian Adventures 19

“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 sc****d 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.