It started out so innocently.
It elevated so insidiously.
Mike met Fleur in high school, and they fell in love. They became exclusive right away, so exclusive that Fleur knew the baby was his, when she got pregnant at age 20. Mike was 21 at the time, so they ran off and got married just before April was born. Fleur was aptly named, since she embraced the hippy life style. Always a dreamer, after three years of marriage, Fleur decided she couldn’t handle being a mother, so she divorced Mike. She gave him full custody of their daughter April, and set off to see the world.
Mike made it his life’s purpose to take good care of his daughter. A runner for most of his life, he kept his 5′ 11” body trim. With his medium athletic build, he developed a great reputation as a life coach, personal trainer, and eventually a physical therapist. Some weeks he might put in 60 hours of work, but with the control of his own schedule, he always took time to attend April’s school events, plays, and sporting events. He was making excellent money, and he bought them a house in one of the nicer suburban neighborhoods, with a wonderful school system.
Mike didn’t have much of a life other than working and caring for April. He didn’t date much, and seldom went out. To outside observers, he may have appeared lonely, but truthfully, he was very happy raising his daughter. It was probably just as well that they seldom had visitors, because one thing that had ‘rubbed off’ on Mike from Fleur was lack of body shame. Mike could be considered either a naturist or a nudist, depending on your definition, and was often naked when he was in their house.
April followed in her father’s example. When she got home from school, she’d shed her clothes and enjoy the resultant freedom. When her body started undergoing the changes brought on by puberty, she asked her dad very direct questions, and he gave her straightforward answers. He even informed her that such changes meant she’d soon be menstruating, and made certain she understood the processes involved. Consequently, when she had her first period, April didn’t freak out like some of her classmates did. She was calm and prepared, and took it in stride. She got one of the pads she’d stored in her locker, put it on in the women’s toilets, and went on with her day.
When her dad picked her up after school, she told him what had happened. He was elated that she’d handled this milestone in her life so well, and told her so. “I’m proud of you, April. You’re becoming a lovely, mature young woman. Are your cramps very bad?”
“No, Dad. Just sort of a twinge-like feeling deep inside here,” she answered, pointing at her lower belly.
“I feel like we should celebrate,” Mike stated. “Do you think ice cream is in order?” he asked, with a grin.
“Dad!” April laughed. “You know that ice cream is always in order!” They got double scoops each.
So growing up in a house where nudity was a natural way of life, and having gone through puberty, and menstruation with only her dad available to explain it all, April knew they were both very open with one another. Any conversation about sex, sexuality, and the human body was perfectly acceptable.
By the time the 18 year-old April was a high school senior, she stood 5′ 6” tall, with a petite, lithe frame. She was a runner, like her father, and also engaged in swimming and gymnastics. When she was running or doing gymnastics, she had to wear a sports bra to keep her generous C-cup breasts under control. When she was swimming, she didn’t bother with a bra under her one-piece bathing suit. This might account for the fact that several of the people walking by her seemed to trip over things, since they weren’t looking where they were going. Being a bit of a wild child – she had her mother’s genes too, after all – she enjoyed stirring the boys up. But paradoxically, wild child or no, April maintained straight A’s, since her father took an interest in her education, going over her homework with her, and explaining concepts she found difficult.
Needless to say, as much as April loved running and gymnastics, she was thrilled to get home and undress, especially to strip away those confining bras. She’d hop in the shower and lather herself up, and rinse away the sweat from those vigorous workouts. Toweling off, she’d stay naked to do her homework, help her dad make dinner, help with the dishes, and then either watch TV, chat or text on her phone, or play video games until bedtime.
Since April was now eighteen, Mike asked, “Are you planning to have sex with any of your friends? I’d really prefer that you not get pregnant too early in your life.”
Many teenagers might be mortified to have their father speak to them about sex or pregnancy, but not April. She answered honestly, “No Dad. Not really. Those high school boys are all too immature, narcissistic, and just plain silly. They turn my stomach, more than turning me on.” She looked at her father, and hoped one day she’d find a real man, like him. Being honest with herself, she found him to be quite handsome, with his still fit, trim body. He was poised and confident. She especially liked looking at his pecs, abdomen, butt, calves, and his cute circumcised cock, but all of his body was lovely to her. The high school boys couldn’t hold a candle to him.
However, after further discussions, they agreed it would be prudent that just as April had prepared for her menses by having pads on hand, she should also prepare for the possibility of sex by going on the pill, and having condoms available for safe sex. They actually both felt better when these precautions were in place.
Summer arrived, with its warm, sunny days, and leisure time. A high school graduate now, April already had acceptance for the college of her choice, and her fabulous grades and athleticism scored her a generous scholarship, so there was no urgency for her to get a summer job.
Lately, April thought she noticed her father glimpsing at her naked body perhaps more intently than in the past. Occasionally it looked like it might be causing a slight arousal in him. At first, she wasn’t sure if it was due to the actual sight of her body, or just thoughts in his head, and perhaps his sexual frustration, since he wasn’t dating anyone.
Rather than directly speaking to her father about this for clarification, the wild-child in her took over. She started oiling herself up by their secluded backyard pool when he was within viewing distance, making a ‘show’ of it. After that, she’d lie in her lounge chair with her legs apart, constantly applying oil to her breasts, tummy, and thighs. She’d idly toy with the golden fleece that covered her outer labia, pubic hairs that she kept carefully groomed. “Is he glancing my way more often?” she wondered. “Does he stare at me when I’m dozing in the sun?”
Another change she observed. She’d seldom seen her father drink for most of her life. But late in the previous Spring, he’d have maybe one beer or two each evening. As the Summer began, he might have a beer by the pool, or while doing yard work. Never enough to be drunk, or to concern her, but still, a change in his behavior.
As open as they were in their relationship, they were very considerate with each other’s privacy when in their bedroom. Both of them kept their door shut, and the other would knock and wait for the call of ‘come in’ before opening the door.
Late one night, April had a question about something they were doing on the following day. She went looking for her father. She found him in his den, and its door wasn’t fully closed. It was just barely cracked open. April stopped short of knocking and peeked in. Mike was slumped in his chair with his back to her, a beer on the desk, and several on the floor. His nakedness didn’t surprise her. What did surprise her was that he was watching a porn movie. Not only that, his arm was moving in a manner that made it appear that he was stroking himself. Feeling embarrassed, she tiptoed away, went back to her room, and sent him her question via a text message.
After getting the reply from her dad, she climbed into her bed, her mind whirling with thoughts of what she’d witnessed. The glimpse of him watching porn and probably masturbating. Open as they were with each other, April never really got a sense that he was a sexual being or had sexual needs. Her first thoughts were those of being intrigued. But soon she was feeling sad for him, thinking back on his life.
“Even though I was only three at the time, I know Mom disappeared after the divorce, leaving him to be a single father, working and raising me,” she thought. “He gave up so much to provide for me, caring for me all these years. He’s given me everything a girl growing up could want – nice house, clothes, phones, car, and so on,” she mused. April knew that she wasn’t overly spoiled, but thinking back, she realized she never really had to ask for anything more than once. She fell asleep rubbing herself, wondering about her dad’s needs.
Very curious now, April started tiptoeing to her father’s den every night at the same time, and found he was doing the same thing. Each time she’d watch longer and longer, fascinated. Soon she found her hands wandering down to rub herself, as she watched him apparently stroking his cock. She couldn’t be sure he was doing that, though, because the arm of his chair blocked her view.
One day when her father was at work, she went to his computer, and searched his browser history and files. She found a variety of porn sites, some that she herself had seen as she watched him through the door. Most of it was fairly normal stuff, but he’d watched some videos featuring young girls, lots with blow jobs, and a few that were incest themed. When she finally logged out, she felt a little ashamed for invading his privacy. She went out to the pool, and the love for her dad and the images of him stroking to porn stirred something deep within her. She still hadn’t actually seen his cock in erection, but she started imagining it. Those images in her mind drove her to sliding her fingers over her petals, making her pussy tingle.
Over the following days, April was conflicted about her new feelings towards her dad. They had always been open, and honest about everything with each other. “Should I confide in him about what I’ve seen, or maybe walk into the room while he’s pleasuring himself, or should I just let it be?” she asked herself.
Since April felt she’d invaded her father’s privacy, she wanted to somehow make up for that – to make it even in some manner. The only thing that came to mind was to allow him to ‘invade’ her privacy as well. So, she started leaving her bedroom door ajar, thinking if he caught sight of her pleasuring herself, she wouldn’t feel so bad.
She’d had sex toys for a few years, and had been using them to pleasure herself whenever the urge was there, usually before bed, but sometimes first thing in the morning. Her father knew she had a dildo, of course, because she showed it to him the day she bought it. He didn’t say anything to dissuade her from using it. “Don’t be surprised if it hurts, the first time you try using it,” he advised. “There may even be a little bleeding.” This led to a discussion of what a ‘hymen’ is. Later, April found her dad was right on both counts. But after that first time, there was no more bleeding, and nothing but pleasure, and when she had subsequent times of menstruation she could now opt for tampons.
The idea of getting ‘caught in the act’ by her father actually turned her on quite a bit, fueling a new lust in her. She allowed herself to be even more vocal, hoping he’d hear her moans and come to investigate. If he did, she wasn’t aware of it, because she was always facing away from her door. She even started leaving her sex toys out on her night stand during the day, knowing that her dad usually inspected her room a few times a week, checking that her bed was made, and her clothes were picked up. He’d also drop off any mail that had come for her.
A few days later, Mike left her mail in her room, but, to her frustration, no comment was made about sex or sex toys during dinner. That night, she peeked into his den, counting 5 empty beers on the floor and knew her dad must be fairly buzzed. He was stroking more enthusiastically, his hips slowly flexing and rocking. This time, she rubbed her pussy and waited until he came, because she had to see how he looked when that happened. The sounds of his moans as his orgasm gripped his body thrilled her. The hand she was rubbing her pussy with was soaked. She was so aroused that she feared she’d moaned aloud! She wasn’t sure, so she scurried to her room, leaving the door ajar again.
April got into her favorite position, lying down on her bed, ass up with knees spread. She started fucking her pussy with a dildo, still aroused by what she’d just seen. Just as she was really getting close to orgasm, she thought she heard footsteps approaching so she turned her head away from her door. Her heart was thumping in her chest. Her pussy seemed to be on fire, stoked with the thoughts of him watching. Holding the dildo between her legs, she started bucking up and down on it, fucking it until she gushed cum. This orgasm was one of the strongest ones she’d ever had! She could feel her warm juices running down her thighs. She dropped the dildo and used her hand to rub her soaked pussy and swollen clit, gently letting the orgasm ebb. Once her breathing returned to near normal, she stretched out, and fell deeply asleep.
The next morning, at breakfast, her father said nothing about seeing her masturbate. They chatted about normal, mundane things, and then he left for work. April spent the day furiously cleaning the house, trying to dissipate her pent-up frustration and considering her next move. After the house was cleaned, she dove naked into their pool and thrashed her way back and forth through its cool water.
Next, she decided the flower bed needed to be watered and attached the spray nozzle onto the hose. Crouching, she soaked their roots well. On an impulse, she turned the nozzle head to direct the spray across her clit and along her labia. The force of the spray made her pussy lips flutter, and that sensation, plus the cool jet of water pounding on her clit sent her into such a shuddering orgasm that she had to grab onto a nearby chair to keep from collapsing.
As she turned off the spray to catch her breath, she made her decision. She whispered, “If Dad follows his pattern of masturbating after dinner, I’ll… I’ll… confront him.” Those were the words that left her lips, all right. But why did the words ‘join him’ reverberate in her mind?
Her father arrived home at the normal time, stripping his clothes off the moment the front door closed behind him, and took a quick shower. April and he sat at the dinner table, chatting as they ate her father’s favorite dish, which April had prepared.
“So, how was your day, favorite daughter of mine?” he asked. “What did you do all day, besides cooking this delicious meal?”
“Oh, you know, Dad. This and that. Cleaned the house, took a swim, watered the drooping flowers. Things like that,” she replied, nonchalantly.
“I noticed the clean house the moment I walked in,” he stated. “You know I appreciate all that you do here, don’t you?” Since her mouth was full, April smiled and nodded. He continued, “You know that I love you, don’t you? I’m not sure I say that often enough.”
April’s cheeks flushed a delicate pink as she swallowed her mouthful, so she could reply, “I know you love me, Dad. And I know how hard you work to make our lives happy. I love you, too. You’re the best father a girl could ask for.”
Now it was Mike’s turn to grin and blush a tiny bit, hearing such admiration. He leaned over and kissed her cheek. “Just for that, I’ll do the dishes tonight.” He cleared the table, and April went to her room to play a video game on her computer, to pass the time.
Later that evening, the house was quiet, so April assumed her father had gone into his den again. Walking quietly to its door, she found it was open about 4 inches. A quick peek confirmed that he was again watching porn, drinking beer, and probably playing with his dick, eyes glued to the screen. April gathered her courage, and walked boldly into the room without knocking – after all, the door was open.
As she moved further into the room, she got her first look at his fully erect cock. Her eyes might have bulged a little because it was obviously about 8 inches long! Her breath stalled as she stared. Since she’d entered quietly, padding on her bare feet, her father didn’t notice her until she recovered her breath and took 2 more steps forward.
He looked startled, and quickly set down his beer to use both hands to screen his erection from her sight. “What?” he sputtered, flushing a deep red. “What do you want, April?”
April wet her suddenly dry lips before trying to answer. She decided that the direct approach might be best. “Dad, we’ve always been open and honest with each other. I want to confess that I’ve been aware that you’ve been masturbating to porn lately, and I need to tell you how turned on that makes me!”
He looked confused, clearly not expecting such a statement, and trying hard to process it. “It does what to you?”
“It turns me on, Dad! Look!” Her hands went to her pussy, parting her downy fleece and exposing her pink intimate region. “Look how wet it makes me!” she demanded, inserting two fingers into her cunt, and pulling them back out, gleaming with her juices.
“OMG!” her father groaned, unconsciously wrapping both of his hands around his swollen dick as he stared.
“Masturbating is good and healthy, isn’t it Dad?” April asked.
Mike couldn’t trust himself to answer for a moment. He actually thought it was. It answered a biological need, after all. And he never wanted to instill any feeling of shame in his daughter about any part of her body, especially her sex. So, swallowing hard, he choked out, “Yes. Yes, it’s healthy.”
“Then there’s no reason we need to hide it, or do it in secret, is there?” April asked, rather rhetorically. She grabbed a chair and placed it where he’d be able to see her clearly. Sitting down in the chair, she leaned back and spread her thighs wide open. She held her labia open with one hand, and re-inserted the two fingers into her pussy, beginning to move them in and out.
“This is what I look like when I masturbate, Dad. Do I look beautiful when I do this?” she asked, quite seriously.
Mike cleared his throat, making sure his voice would carry conviction. “April, I can honestly say that you look absolutely beautiful doing that.” Looking openly at her face, breasts, belly, pussy and legs, he commented, “You’ve grown into a glorious, impressive young woman, Daughter.”
Delighted by his statements, April said, “Well please don’t let me masturbate all alone, Dad. Keep doing what you were doing. I think you look beautiful too. I always have.”
Mike blushed an even deeper red. Tentatively, he began stroking his cock again, watching for any sign of disgust or disapproval on April’s face. What he saw there instead was a focused curiosity, blending with a rising lust as her fingers squished in and out of her wet, drooling pussy. He noted that her other hand was busy fondling her breasts, and dipping down to tease her clit. He let his own free hand begin to cup and massage his ball sack in the way that excited him the most.
April watched her dad jacking off before her eyes. He looked magnificent! She never knew a cock could look that… that… yummy! Since, during the prior times she’d watched him, she never saw his cock, just his arm and body movements, seeing it now as his hand caressed it was a treat! And, she realized, if he kept this up, she’d get to see his semen shoot out of it! The mere thought that this might happen was enough to send her over the edge. She cried out, and began cumming.
Mike heard his daughter make those fascinating, arousing sounds, and could tell from her body’s movements that she was having an orgasm. His own daughter, cumming right before his eyes, with not a trace of shame. The sight was so mesmerizing that his hands stopped moving as he watched.
April felt so liberated now, knowing that her father had just witnessed her climax. She saw no evidence of reprimand or criticism, only love and acceptance. She also noticed that he was completely ignoring the porn, having eyes only for her. Glowing with love and joy, she whispered, “That’s what I look like when I cum, Dad. Now I want to see you cum, too. Please cum for me. Your cock looks so fantastic when it’s stiff and throbbing like that!” She kept moving her fingers inside herself as she spoke.
Even though Mike was slightly shocked to hear his daughter talk like that, he was pleased, too. His hands began moving again. He was already close, immensely aroused as any male would be after seeing a gorgeous woman fingering herself to orgasm. Not hiding his cock and balls from her gaze, he pumped and pumped his stiffened rod while his other hand rubbed and stretched his scrotum. His purplish glans puffed up prodigiously, and seemed to start to vibrate. Suddenly a thick white stream of semen jetted up and out in an arc that splatted on his chest and belly. April’s eyes looked large and luminous as she watched several spurts follow the first, until finally only a tiny dribble emerged from the opening in his glans, to drizzle across the hand that held his cock.
Seeing her father ejaculate like that, April experienced another orgasm, her rippling cunt muscles collapsing on her fingers so tightly this time that her cum was forced out of her pussy to splat on her wrist. Sighing, she sank back in relaxation, pulling her fingers out and licking them clean without thinking about it. She watched her father take some tissues and scrape the semen off his body. She could smell a pungent aroma, and assumed it was coming from his semen. “If is smells like that, I wonder what it’d taste like?” she mused, but she was not ready to ask, or find out.
When she’d rested enough, April got up, stretching her lithe body and padded over to her dad. “Thanks, Dad,” she said, smiling. “I bet we both sleep really well tonight.” She kissed him good night and went to bed.
At breakfast the next morning, things seemed so normal between them that she began to wonder if she’d dreamed the whole encounter. Her dad left for work as usual, returned home as usual, had dinner as usual. But later in the evening, as she was curled up in a chair, reading a book, he approached.
“Ummm,” he hemmed. “I was going to go into my den and…” His voice trailed off. He tried again. “Well, I was thinking that maybe…” Again, a pause, as April was finally catching on, so she smiled brightly. He finally blurted out, “Would you like to join me in there, like last night?”
“Would I?” April’s voice tinkled with happiness. “Let’s go!” She romped into his den and planted herself on the chair again. Their mutual masturbation session was even better this time, perhaps for two reasons. There was no beer involved. And no porn. Father and daughter just enjoyed the sights of each other in ecstasy.
Several evenings passed like this, as they got even more comfortable sharing their sexuality with each other. But gradually, April’s curiosity manifested itself. One evening she got out of her chair and walked close to her father, asking, “Dad, can I see what that feels like?” She was pointing at his very turgid cock.
After a brief mental tug of war, which proceeded something like, “She’s my daughter – but she’s grown up – but she’s my little girl – but she’s not so little is she? – and she’s asking – and it’s been so long since anyone has touched me like that.” Mike swallowed his fears and said, “OK, I guess,” and removed his hands from his cock.
April ran her soft hand along its length, a look of wonder on her face. She stroked his hot, smooth skin with her hands several times before finally grasping him. “Oh! I never guessed it would feel like this!” she exclaimed. “It’s so warm, and firm, and I can feel it pulsing.” She examined the veins that stood out on its surface, tracing them with her fingertip.
Mike was going nuts. Everywhere she touched, it felt like electric shocks of pleasure raced into his depths. His testicles were shifting up and down in his ball sack, reacting to these sensations.
April noticed. Her hand scooped up his ball sack, cradling its contents. “These feel so alive, Dad,” she commented. She ran a careful thumb back and forth over the oval contents inside his scrotum, hearing her father’s sharp intake of breath. “I wonder if I can make him cum?” she thought. She started pumping his shaft with one hand, still playing with his balls with her other hand.
Mike jerked in his seat. The feeling of her hands on him was exquisite. It felt so good to be touched by someone else. He’d forgotten how good. His lovely daughter, now a woman in her own right, was pumping his dick! And from the determined look she now had on her face, she was trying to make him cum! His arousal was peaking fast, very fast, and he didn’t want to hold back. He couldn’t hold back. He groaned a warning, his hips starting to tilt back and forth rapidly.
April knew that sound. She knew he was about to explode. Elated, she tilted his cock so she had a good view of his glans as he started to strain. He ejaculated! A lot! His spunk flew out of the slit in his cock head, and splatted right on her tits! Giggling, she pointed his cock back toward his belly, and the remaining spurts painted white splotches on his abdomen. His semen on her tits was threatening to drip, so she instinctively rubbed at the fluid, smearing it all over her breasts. The pungent scent filled the air around her, and she inhaled it cautiously, quickly becoming accustomed to it. It dawned on her that she was now wearing her dad’s scent, and, blushing prettily, realized she liked it.
Mike, meanwhile, was getting his breath back under control, reaching for tissues, and wiping his belly clean. Looking at April, he knew he had to ask. “Can I… would it be all right with you if… I mean… you know how my cock feels so…”
April beamed a smile at him. “You want to see how I feel, down here, Dad?” she asked, pointing at her pussy.
He swallowed hard, and nodded.
In answer, she drew her chair really close to his, sat in it, and wrapped her arms around her knees, drawing her feet up onto the edge of its seat. Holding her knees wide apart, she unabashedly exposed her sex to him. “I’d love to feel your fingers inside me,” she whispered, her voice taking on a breathy, sexy tone.
Mike’s hands shook as he reached out and ran his fingers through her dampened golden fleece. Playing with him had apparently aroused her, because her furrow was oozing fragrant pussy juices. As he carefully parted her labia, to observe the wet, pink, wonder between them, April moaned with delight. Her vaginal opening was in motion, widening and narrowing delicately, almost as if winking. His fingertip traced the edges of that opening, feeling its velvety texture, and feeling her heat. Unable to wait any longer, he slipped a finger into her pussy, and began rubbing slowly.
April gently bit her lip as she felt him enter. “Two, please,” she moaned.
Mike added a second finger, and felt her pussy practically suck at them as he moved them in and out. Virtually hypnotized, he watched his fingers appearing and disappearing into his daughter’s wetness, lost in the moment. He sensed that her arms were pulling harder on her knees, almost as if she was trying to press her hips even more forward, offering him better access. He could tell she was trying to reach her own orgasm, but needed something more. “I’d like to help you cum,” he whispered, still fingering her. “What can I do?”
April heard her dad’s desire to make her climax. Her heart fluttered and then began pounding furiously. Moaning, she arched her back and choked out, “Wet a finger and softly stroke me here,” she instructed, pointing at her pee hole. “Then stroke my clit, right here,” she added, pointing without touching herself. She wanted to cum from his touch only, not hers.
Mike sucked a finger on his free hand to get it very wet. Experiencing a feeling of wild naughtiness, he caressed her pee hole, listening to the sounds of pleasure this evoked. Switching his attention to her clit, he whispered that damp finger up and down its sides, and teased its very tip with the lightest touch possible. With his rising excitement, he was subconsciously finger fucking her cunt even harder as these other areas of her sex were receiving such gentle touches and strokes.
April’s toes curled, digging into the edge of the seat cushion as she threw her head back and screamed. She was cumming! Mike was thrilled, seeing her release like this, and knowing he’d caused it. He continued his caresses until April gasped, slumped, and reached down to stop his hand movements. “Thanks, Dad,” she sighed. “That was amazing!”
A new pattern was established, as they gave each other hand jobs each evening. The main difference was that Mike was using less tissues, because April found she liked spritzing her body with his cum and rubbing it into her skin.
Of course, April got curious again. She was kneeling next to his chair when she asked, “Dad, what’s this clear liquid seeping out of your cock?”
Mike had been sitting with his eyes closed, enjoying her hands. He opened them and looked. “That’s precum you’re seeing. It sort of cleans the tubes before I ejaculate, I think,” he answered.
“Is it OK if I see what it tastes like?” she inquired.
Thinking she’d gather some on her finger, he replied, “Sure. Go ahead.”
Instead, April leaned in and took the head of his cock into her mouth! This was the first time she’d used her mouth on him, and Mike was about to protest. He really was about to. Honest. But her mouth. OMG! Her mouth felt so good! She was sucking at his precum, tasting, swallowing. His protest transformed itself into a long, heartfelt moan of need and desire.
April found that precum was rather tasty, so she kept sucking. She heard her dad’s moan, and her hands went into motion, pumping his cock and fondling his balls. She wasn’t thinking about what might happen – she just loved hearing him voicing his pleasure. She swiped her tongue all over his glans, still trapped in the warm wetness of her mouth. When her tongue tip touched a certain spot where the underside edge of the glans met the cock’s shaft, her dad gasped in pleasure and jerked under her hands. So she fluttered her tongue tip over that spot.
“April, I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum!” Mike frantically warned her. He wanted to push her head away from his cock, but her hands had a firm grasp of his cock shaft and scrotum, and her mouth was still covering the head of his cock and sucking hard. He tried to hold back his orgasm, but her hands and mouth were insistent.
He felt his cock erupt, spewing his semen into the vacuum of April’s mouth. Rather than yanking her mouth away, she consumed every bit of what he gave her. She pumped and swallowed, pumped and swallowed, until he sighed, his bunched up muscles relaxed, and she couldn’t get another drop out of his cock.
As she pulled her mouth away, her eyes were gleaming with satisfaction. She now knew what his precum tasted like, and also how his semen tasted. And she liked both. If she had anything to say about it, her dad was going to get a lot more blow jobs from her. Her pussy was tingling. Since her dad seemed so reticent to suggest new things, she got an impish notion. When he was fairly well recovered, she climbed onto her chair. Once again she wrapped her arms around her knees, drawing her feet up onto the edge of its seat. Her sopping pussy fully exposed, she said, “Dad, I know how you taste now, and you’re delicious! Do you want to see how I taste?”
Mike eyed that lovely cunt that he’d fingered so often, and slipped to his knees. Almost reverently, he lowered his mouth close to her labia, and licked. His tongue glided through her golden pubic hair and found her furrow. This time, he used his tongue to open her, rather than his fingers. He tongued the entire length of her furrow from ass crack to clit. His tongue dipped into her vaginal tunnel, and her fluids welled up, demanding to be drunk. He drank. While his daughter moaned and squirmed on the chair, he ate her cunt. His hands cupped her ass cheeks to hold her hips steady as his tongue sampled her various textures and juices.
April could feel her orgasm gathering, like storm clouds building. Little electric flashes coursed through her, flashing upwards from her pussy. Her arms were pulling hard on her knees as orgasmic pressure increased deep inside her. She gasped out, “Pee hole. Clit. Pee hole. Clit. Please. Please. Please!”
Mike obliged. His tongue tip pressed and tapped at her pee hole, making her groan with pent up energies. His lips closed on her swollen, pulsating clit, and sucked gently. That did it!
April screamed, “I’m cumming!”
Mike managed to get his mouth back over her vaginal opening and was sucking and swallowing his daughter’s cum as fast as her cunt expelled it. If she thought his cum was delicious, he thought her pussy juices and cum were pure ambrosia! He drank everything she gave him, and then licked her entire sex to make sure he’d cleaned up everything. They moved to a sofa and cuddled in post orgasmic bliss.
Needless to say, April and her dad engaged in quite a few more oral sex sessions after that. Mike smiled a lot more, and people noticed that he looked and acted more youthful, walking around with a happy spring in his steps. When he was home and naked, his cock was more often semi-erect than it was limp. April wanted his cock cream more and more. Too impatient to wait for the evening, she even gave him a blow job as he sat at the dinner table.
After a few weeks of this, April wanted even more. Her pussy ached to be filled by something other than her dildo or fingers. Ever straightforward, one evening she said, “Dad, I want us to have sex together.”
Mike got the idea about what she was proposing, but stalled, rebutting, “We’ve been having sex together. Lots of it. Practically every night. And what we’re doing feels wonderful to me.”
“Yes, Dad. It’s great all right. But we only do hand jobs and blow jobs. I want to feel your cock in me!” she stated, flatly.
“No. We can’t do that,” he argued. “It’s taboo – forbidden.”
“Dad, in many cultures, the parents teach their children about sex by having sex with them,” she informed him.
“I don’t believe that for a minute. Intercourse between parent and child is absolutely and universally condemned,” he asserted.
That’s when April brought out the books on Anthropology she’d been reading, and showed her father several examples of cultures doing what she described. “The only reason that cultures such as ours forbid it is because inbreeding can bring out recessive lethal genes in offspring, Dad. But I’m on the pill, and you’re not going to make me pregnant, since this type of pill prevents me from even ovulating. So in our case, it’s really a man and a woman making love. That’s all. And I want you to be the first man to truly enter me. You told me I should never have sex with anyone I don’t love. But I love you, and I want you.”
April was adamant, and she finally beat down all his objections. She knew she was winning because as they argued, his cock was stiffening with arousal as he began to imagine coupling with her. Ultimately, they were next to his bed, and, feeling awkward, he was asking her, “How should we do this?”
April smiled and plopped onto her back, opening her thighs and reaching down to part her labia expectantly. “I’d like to start with ‘missionary position’ so I can watch your cock as it goes inside.” She almost giggled because when she said the words ‘goes inside’ his cock bobbed up and down rapidly, almost as if it had a mind of its own, and was jumping for joy.
Mike knelt between her legs and leaned forward onto one of his arms. He grasped his cock with his free hand, and maneuvered it against her wet, glistening vulva. His glans reported contact with a smooth, warm, damp surface, then an opening. They were both staring down April’s torso, looking at his dick, poised at her vaginal opening. “Are you sure?” Mike whispered.
“Yes. Please. Please don’t make me wait any longer, Dad,” she whispered back, not wanting to break the spell.
He pressed his way into her tight,warm tunnel. She felt herself being opened, a feeling somewhat like a dildo sliding in, but infinitely better! The cock was warm, not cold, and pliable, even though it was stiffly engorged. It was the most heavenly thing she’d ever felt in her cunt. She made inarticulate sounds of pleasure and brought her arms up around his neck, as she felt his pelvis touch her labia. He was all the way in!
By tacit consent, they stopped moving, savoring this feeling of intimate connection. Mike carefully lowered himself so that their skins made maximum contact. April felt his warmth all along the front of her body. Mike lifted his head enough that he could look into his daughter’s eyes, checking that she still wanted this.
She understood his unspoken question. Smiling tenderly up at him, she nodded, and said, “I’m ready. Please fuck me.”
Mike’s heart went into overdrive when he heard that request. He had to move! He did a partial push-up, and began rocking his hips. April looked down past her breasts along the narrow space between their bodies to confirm with her eyes what her pussy was reporting. Her father’s dick was dipping in and re-emerging at her cunt entrance. Her heart was thumping as fast as his was.
That missionary position was OK to start with, but April modified it by widening the space between her thighs and raising them while bending her knees. This permitted her to clamp her thighs against her father’s waist, which lifted her ass slightly up off the bed. The new pose allowed him to fuck her harder and deeper, to their mutual benefit.
Mike had seen his daughter in orgasm many times, and he desperately wanted to see her do it now, while they were fucking. So he focused on pleasuring her, taking the edge off for himself. He kept up a steady rhythm, just making tiny adjustments to the angle of his cock as it slid in and out. He listened to her sounds of excitement. He watched her mouth forming smiles of enjoyment and ‘O’ shapes of surprised pleasure. He noted when her body shivered and her thighs tightened. With this new position, he could lower his torso enough that April’s engorged, sensitive nipples rubbed against his chest. She groaned loudly, tightening her arms around his neck, and started trying to buck her hips up against him, as if urging him to greater speed.
He fucked her faster.
Then he felt the miracle of an impassioned woman losing control and letting her body fully experience orgasm! April cried a joyful cry, and her lubricated cunt began anointing his ball sack as she came. Her head was back, her spine was arched up, her tits were mashed against his chest as her vaginal muscles rippled in a rapid cycle. She looked glorious in orgasm beneath him! He kept fucking her as she road wave after wave of excitation and release.
Suddenly, her eyes locked with his, and she purred, “Your turn. I want your cum. Come on, give it to me.”
It felt like a switch was thrown, a circuit breaker kicking in. This gorgeous woman, clinging to him, was begging for – no – demanding his cum! He felt a contraction that seemed to begin at his balls and race the length of his seminal tube. He unloaded a copious amount of semen in hefty spurt after spurt, as he voiced a primal cry of triumph!
April felt his cock doing something different, sort of jerking and twitching inside her, and then she felt a sensation for the first time. The sensation of being flooded by her lover. A flood of semen, bathing her cervix. The delicious sensation of that warmth spreading slowly into her womb. Her emotions skyrocketed, and she hold her father in a close embrace as his ejaculation triggered a second orgasm for her. They held each other and rocked their bodies, locked together in passion.
That was their first time.
In subsequent days, April, being a gymnast, braced her ass up while on her back and did the splits while her father stooped over her and fucked her until they both came. She also tried getting on top and riding him so she could set the rhythm. She came easily like that, but they had to flip over to let him achieve his release into her. She didn’t mind that one bit.
She found ‘doggy style’ to be extremely pleasurable. She liked him grabbing her hips and holding her ass up as he pummeled her cunt. It felt satisfying to press her face and tits down on the bed as he did this. Something about the angle made her cum like a firecracker exploding.
During one such doggy style session, April discovered her absolute favorite position. Mike’s thrusts were so intense that her torso was shoved forward along the bed until April was face down, her body stretched out flat on the bed. Mike had come forward with her, keeping his dick firmly planted in her cunt. He ended up with his body stretched out atop her, with his thighs and legs outside hers. With tiny hip movements he began grinding against her ass cheeks, massaging them with his pelvis. His cock wasn’t going in and out very much, but it was rubbing a ‘special spot’ deep inside her cunt. April began shuddering. He kept rubbing. Soon she was howling and his movements made her shiver and cum, over and over. He kept it up until she begged him to stop. Since he hadn’t cum, she gave him a fantastically sweet blow job in thanks.
After the summer, April went off to college. Sexually knowledgeable, she carefully experimented with her classmates, ultimately finding a guy that was as mature and wonderful as her dad, and married him once they graduated.
Mike, with his confidence as a lover renewed, started dating again, and found a beautiful girlfriend that moved in with him, sharing his life and his love.
Neither April nor Mike had any regrets about that summer when they’d shared and explored each other’s sexuality.