1 comments/ 45416 views/ 9 favorites Just My Mouth By: PenningFreer "I'll bet I can make you come with just my mouth." "Just your mouth?" "Just my mouth." "Okay." Mel slides down and looks up at me while she quickly undoes my zipper and hauls out my cock, buffering me carefully against the zipper. She sits back and makes me pull my jeans all the way off, then she makes me take of my shirt. I am totally naked and she hasn't even loosened her bra. I reach to help her out of her bra but she stops me. "We can do that later, I promise," she says. "Right now I want to make you come using my mouth. just my mouth." She smiles her seductive but disarming smile. "I really want to taste you," she says the cliché without a trace of sarcasm, sensing my discomfort at her sudden focus and my not being able to reach out to her. "Watch me closely," she says and immediately she slides the knob of my dick into her hot mouth and clamps her lips close around it without taking her eyes off me. Then, sure as shooting, I feel something I have never experienced before. She starts working her tongue around and over my head and twisting her mouth ever so slightly so that her lips, tongue, and teeth explore every nerve in my dick, yet I can barely see her mouth or face move from where I sit, and she never breaks the suction. I reach for her glowing skin instinctively when I start feeling the good life but mighty Mel takes my wrists and holds them firmly without moving her mouth or diverting her eyes. Yep, I'm pretty much trapped in her game. I am going crazy and expect her to wimp out and start bobbing up and down on my shaft, swallowing me deep like she loves to do, but she doesn't. She nibbles and sucks my head then slowly eases a little deeper, about an inch below the head, but that is all. So now she is turning her face to that perfect angle we love so much, the one from which I can watch her lips slide around my cock head. The visual itself is damn near as powerful as her mouth work. "God, you are so good, I mumble, I can't believe you are not using your hands!" I mimic her jokingly to lighten up the sheer intensity of what she is doing to me. She shakes her head slowly from side to side a few times, of course without loosening her mouth suction in the least. This almost sends me over the edge and I tell her that standard line that is a cliché when anyone else says it, "I'm sorry, baby, but you're going to make me come if you're not careful." This time she nods her agreement, moving her head up and down a few times sucking harder as she nods, a sliver of smile creasing her lips at the edge of my saliva slickened cock. Girl spit has built up in her tightly closed mouth along with the clear boy cum that I can feel starting to seep from deep in my body into her mouth. As she moves along that inch and a half of dick I can see the slick wetness escaping and running and spreading out across her lips and along my shaft. My tension buildup is enormous and I feel feverish, like I am going to absolutely disintegrate from the inside out -- and I feel that other universal cliché: the need to grab my dick and jerk it off into her mouth. Nothing doing. Her hands hold my wrists firmly. I am trembling so hard I think I might just pass out - cliché after cliché darkens my word-lusting jumbled thoughts. Thankfully my confused writer's mind collapses when my shudder builds into a wave that I know is the beginning of a massive orgasm. "Jesus Christ, Mel! God, I'm going to come in your mouth!" She smiles that flat, tense smile -- the "I know it" smile, and sucks harder yet and I burst into her mouth in torrents of scalding hot cum. She swallows hard once before she is totally overwhelmed. She opens her thoroughly-exercised mouth for the first time, tilting back to catch the next wave of sperm that strikes the top of her mouth. She gasps and swallows again, but this time a mass of thick cum pours out across her lips and down her chin and neck and drips in thick streams onto her blouse. She diverts her eyes down for a few seconds and I can see she is working hard to swallow as much of my stuff as she possibly can. Finally, she gets control of it, and lets the last few bursts gather in her mouth. She lifts her eyes again, smiling brightly, and slowly tilts back toward me again and opens wide so I can watch and marvel at the thick cum coating her tongue and teeth and dripping across her lips. She moves her face slowly from side to side, dragging her mouth slowly across my oozing cock head to create thick strings of salty mess. Then, without letting go of my wrists, she slides her body up my torso, letting my cock pop out from her lips and and fall hard against her clothed breasts. Never taking her eyes off mine, she brings her messy mouth straight to mine and holds it open, a breath away from mine. She waits for me to open my mouth to breathe, then brings her mouth to mine, reaching for my tongue with her cum coated mouth. She tongue fucks my mouth gently and deliberately, smearing my tongue with cum and saliva and coating my lips with hers. Timeless moments later, I collapse back onto the couch and she cuddles close to me. "That was delicious," she purrs quietly, licking her lips. "I did all that without using my hands. I made you come in my mouth just using just my mouth." Priceless giggle. Just My Mouth Ch. 02 "You'll have to help me some with this. I think I can make you come with just my mouth," Mel says in that tone. "But I'll need your hands." She reaches in the saddlebags for water then turns to tongue-touch my tongue. "Mel," I put my forehead on hers, "is this going to be nasty?" "Of course, silly," that voice, that voice. Jesus. "Now listen," she goes on earnestly, "I am not going to do any work. I'm just going to sit here and wait." "Wait for...what, Darling?" I ask a little timidly. "Well, you know, to see if I can make you come with just my mouth, but with just your hands, but with just my mouth...oh, well, you get it." She stretches her face toward the stars and walks across the moonshadows on the ground to a near dilapidated wooden bench and plops down, oblivious to any potential creatures of the west or of the night. "Mel, what are you going to do with your hands?" "Just," Mel lifts her leather-clad perfect ass off the seat and slides her perfectly manicured fingernails out of sight beneath her bottom and settles down on them. "Yep. Just sit on them!" she says brightly with a mock drawl barely different than her normal voice. "I'll reckon I'll jest be sittin' on ma' hands here." "But, first, uh. You'll have to really help me with my shirt. My hands are, like...inoperable. I'm sitting on them." She looks expectantly, eyebrows tilting upward. My fingers are already trembling a little by the time I fumble her shirt buttons lose and work to free her delectable tits from the tyranny of Harley-Davidson meets Victoria's Secret. "Yes," she says, as I look for a place to hang her black breast teaser, "you'll need to throw that down or something. You'll need two hands, and just only just my mouth. Hmm?" I free her tits into the night finally, still not sure what to do with the fabric. "Come closer," she orders. "Bring you." She stares at what she wants me to bring and smiles her delicious smile. I'm a little - no, I'm a hell of a lot self-conscious at this point as I loosen my belt buckle, looking far down the moonlit road for head lights. None, as far as my squinting eyes can see. Only the brightest moon this whole month, heading up a cast of the brightest stars this whole year, illuminating the tousled, blown, blond hair and radiant eyes of the most ravishing girl I'll ever know, perched on a secluded wooden bench, near the shiniest motorcycle in the state of Nevada, in this isolated parking spot looking west into the Ruby mountains from our desolate spot in Ruby Valley a few miles from Shanty Town. I let the weight of my belt drop my jeans to my buckled riding boots and stand there feeling the night breeze on my skin, not sure what to do next. "More," Mel says. "More skin. All skin." "Mel, Jesus! Are you...? I look helplessly down the long empty road, knowing exactly what she knows, and what she's thinking -- there's no one for miles. Certainly no one who wouldn't want what was about to happen to happen - Mel least of all. "Let 'em come baby." She clicks her tongue and looks at me through the side of her cat eyes as she does when she is going to go down on me, "Who knows, there may be enough (she licks her lips) for everybody." I don't even bother to ask again or balk at every boot, sock, whatever that comes off my body. I know where this is going and, as usual, it's starting to work on me. By the time I'm standing stark bare before my gleaming vixen, I am literally six inches closer to her mouth than I was. Mel stretches, reaches, stretches with her mouth, tongue probing like a rattlesnake toward me, careful not to lean too far forward and slip her ass off of her hands which are still tucked underneath her ass like a first-grader on the bus heading for her first day of school. I edge forward and she catches the tip of my cock in her mouth and sucks me toward her, moaning that finally-in-her-mouth noise she makes when she gets me where she wants me. "Oh, yeah, this," I whisper, taking her Harley-Victoria bra in my teeth, the quickest non-ground place I can find to put it, and I hold it there while I strip naked, feeling the night breeze turn my skin into poultry flesh. I cradle one side of her face as gingerly as I can with one wind-cooled hand while I touch her chin carefully with my other hand. "Now, you're getting it, Cowboy," she says between tastes of my dick. Yum, your hands on my face. Yum. Do that." Slurping sounds, whores moanin' like little ghosts, then, "Okay. Here it is. You ready for the rules of the day (she sucks me deep and releases me slow) -- er, rules of the night?" "Fuck, Mel! Rules?! In the middle of the fucking night in the desert?!" I look down in anguish at my confused but definitely interested dick, which is in fact beginning to look up toward me. "Okay, rules then. In...just...a...ah. Oh. Second." So help me God, what is up with this girl. I am plumping up and thickening into her mouth like a six o'clock in the morning hard on. In fact, I still have my full 24-hour plus load intact; because when she reached for me this morning, I pushed her down flat on her back, took the pillow from under her head and pushed it under her bottom, and I ate her pussy like perfumed candy for three thrashing releases of her fragrant cunt. Then just as she reached for me again after I had eaten her out and bathed in her girl cum, the front desk rang and reminded us it was check out time. So, yeah. Full of the stuff she wants. Here I am now bursting with anxious and impatient body build-up and Mel is twisting her mouth from side to side, sealing her spit on the inside of her delicious mouth, sucking me vice-grip tight into her furnace mouth. "Until the end," she orders, "Until the bloody end, your hands only on my face, my hands safely under me, your thing in my mouth, just my mouth," She sucks me deep and slowly slides off. "No hands on your dick. Your hands just on my face until you come, then I may need you to catch whatever I spill." Her eyebrows-raised question is also an unmistakable order. It sounds so easy, so natural, until I feel the trap she has masterminded. Think about this. Put yourself in my place. I hold her beautiful face like a crystal goblet. I work hard to not squeeze and hurt her face while I am dying to fuck her like a jackhammer. I slide my sopping wet cock into her mouth. I hold it there for her to catch just right with her lips and then to squeeze tight with her mouth and to suck hard, then I pull my cock back across her teeth and lips, out of her mouth with a plop, and insert again -- she licks me all the way out, trailing her tongue lazily along my retreating thrust, folding her pouting lips tight against me as I come back in. A few seconds of this and I am trembling with horrifying tension. I feel myself building and boiling, cum churning upward, but...I...can't...let go and GRAB my cock to pump it. I know am going to lose it and explode. Not just my cock -- my whole goddamn body is going to explode. "Don't you do it," she wisely lisps around my dick, shaking her head in prohibition, rapid-tooth-nibbling me for emphasis. "Don't you dare...let go of my face until I give you permission." She releases me entirely for a split second to breathe and rest her jaw a bit. "Hold my face. Fuck my mouth. Fuck just my mouth. I am going to...make you come with just my mouth. It's easy. It is ALL timing," her words trail off into a deep throating plunge and a slight near-gagging reflex from which she quickly recovers and giggles. I am working hard now. I am needing badly to come -- badly. I can feel it now, feel what I have to do to get that release from this crazy pressure, and she knows it: I have to time my thrusts to her bearing down and sucking, and lose myself in one of those crushing suction grips she does to me. That is if I don't explode first. "Don't spill any of it," she says quietly, "catch it in your hands. Here, use both hands. Catch it when you come. Both hands. Don't...spill...a...drop." God, this is over the top. Mel, sitting on her hands, face leaned back looking at my face and beyond at the smiling moon. Anticipating my sperm dump. My knees almost buckle under the weight of my rapidly-arriving orgasm. Suddenly I die with a loud groan and I'm there. I tense like a rock, hold, hold, hold, then nearly go limp and nearly fall on sagging knees while I grab her cheeks tight to avoid stuffing myself down her throat and I dump buckets of myself into her mouth while she never blinks, never takes her wide eyes off of mine. I watch in horror and lust as my stuff cascades in her mouth and disappears, then fills up her mouth again to the point it overflows across her tongue and slides down her chin. She lifts her mouth so she doesn't lose any of what I put there, and she speaks as though she is gargling. "Catch it in your hands. Don't...lose...it!" I obey numbly, still throbbing and leaking, my heart still beating crazy from the released tension. I let my hands slide down her cheeks and cup them together under her chin, where she leans forward, eyes still looking up at me, and lets me dribble slowly out of her mouth into my cupped hands. I feel the surprising scalding temperature of body-heated liquid in my hands, and wonder how she takes it in her mouth so easily. "Now, rub it into my face, baby," she says when she has emptied what's left in her mouth into my hands, swirling it down in circles like the tippy top of an ice cream cone you make yourself. "Western outdoor facial for me - I paid already." She shifts her weight on her numbing hands, still tucked snuggly under her bottom. Un-fucking-believable. This did not just happen. This is not happening. But this is my Mel. Mesmerized, I rub my body gel gently into her skin while she slowly moves her face upward into my strokes, turning from side to side, lips smiling, eyes closing for the first time, so I can coat every surface of her face with my finally-thinning body lotion. This is beyond intimate, beyond nasty, beyond filthy, beyond believable. Against my reserved nature, my constrained demeanor in spite of which Mel continues to love me, I am truly now starting to lose myself in her wild west wolf-pack ritual and feel myself becoming a bit of the beast she set out to free. Now, now, only now for the first time since we got off the bike, now fully moments after I shot my heavy mass of boy body into her mouth, I GET IT -- I feel it. I feel what she wants and needs from this sensory slut assault. I hurl myself to my knees between her legs, oblivious to the gravel grinding into my bare knees, and I jerk her hands from under her body and pull them to my face, into my mouth, and I bite her fingers and I lick them and suck them. I crazy crazy crazy caress her face and run my fingers, slick with my thick white cream all through her hair, then I kiss her ravenous mouth like a meal. Oh, I devour her face. Oh, we...God we...How we...fuck with our mouths like animals ripping flesh off of bone for protein in an orgiastic post-kill feast. I jerk her to her feet by her wrists and rip her tight leather pants off her body in ribbons, sending buttons flying into the night, never to be seen again, letting the cool night chill tighten her flesh, inviting her skin to crawl inside me, to warm up into my skin. I desperately claw at her panties until I finally remember there are none. I bury my face in her shivering naked crotch and smell PUSSY. I set my tongue searching for her taste, lapping at her bottom, sinking as far inside her as I can get from my awkward angle. We wear each other. We eat, drink, smell, rub, pummel, claw, thrash, ingest each other. We...I'm out of words. We hold. Yes, hold. We hold until too cold. "Let's hit that diner at the South end of highway 93," she says sweetly, standing there shivering in the moonlight, nipples perched tight with the cold, softly exploring the smooth texture of my drying cum and our spit on her cheeks, her chin, her forehead, her hair, my lips. "We can get some coffee and make some locals wonder why we didn't get a room, or at least a shower - I want to see what I look like in a mirror, wearing you." She raises her glorious complexion to the ravishing moonlight, lets loose her best howl, and looks around for what is left of her leather wardrobe scattered about Ruby Valley. "Don't look now, Cowboy, but I just made you come with just my mouth. Well, you helped some with just your hands." Timeless giggle. Just My Mouth Ch. 03 "Do you like what you see? Hmmm?" Mel asks, teasing as usual, "Not so much? Hmmm? (pouting noise) We'll see. Well, anyway, take a good look and we're turning the light off!" Uh oh. I hesitate, but I take a good hard look in her direction, then gulp and switch off the light for her. I faintly hear her rustling and can only imagine what her fingers, and my fingers for that matter, must be planning for me. "Hey, I told you to take a good look before you turn off the lights, but you were looking at your cock when you turned the light out! What about me?" I can feel her pout from the way her words form around it. I can only laugh out loud. "Let me guess Mel, only your mouth, right?" "Yep, I suppose." Still sounding a little hurt. "And what about only just my hands this time, Mel?" "Honey, that's up to you tonight. I'll bet you may just need them. But, yup. I think I am going to have no problem at all making you cum your little heart out using just my mouth. I am afraid that's what we've come to tonight!" I laugh again, a little wary this time – we are shrouded in darkness, this could work in her favor. This could play right into her hands...excuse me, this could play right into her mouth, just her mouth. "Are you there," Mel reaches through the dark to touch me using only just her mouth. My skin prickles with anticipation and I jump involuntarily. Fuck, how does she do this? Better yet, WHY does she do this? And my constant appreciation prayer question to the gods and goddesses: why does she choose me to do it to? "Feel this, baby? This..." she trails of the word into a snaky sibilance. "God I want to touch you so bad baby," I whimper pretty much like a five-year-old candy craver. "My hands are so hungry, so fucking starved for...to..." "Ahhh, so sorry to have to be the one to break the news to you, Cowboy, but I'm afraid I'm going to have to be firm here – I know I'm being firm," she adds, "because here in the dark where you can't see I am first feeling my right titty. Yeah, oh yeah, she be firm. "Now...my left nipple. How are we little one?" I hear a slight rustle, "Well, well, well. We are bigger and bigger now? Oh, yeah, left nipple pretty much firm too. "And now," she tortures, "I'm reaching down to my...what's this cold hard thing, for Christ sake? Oh, heh, yeah, my new belly button ring. I didn't show you this today before you left for work did I? Well, just stay where you are for now, I'll show you when the lights come back on and you see me! "But," she murmurs, "I digress. I have to be firm about you not touching me with your hands tonight!" It's exactly like I hear, rather than feel, her slap. "I told you only just my mouth, baby! I really mean it this time!" "Hey, what are you doing with your hand? I clearly just heard you rustle!" "Don't worry, darling, that was just my dick." "Whew, okay, nice. Good save. Well, just my mouth gets along just fine with just your hands on just your dick. You just can't touch me tonight. Got it? I need for you to understand that you cannot cross that line tonight of all nights, hmmm?" "Baby?" she tests me. "Yes, Mel. Just my hands, just my dick, just your mouth." "Feel my breath?" she orders me with a question mark. I do as she says. I freeze, and let my senses go in the dark, and suddenly I shiver so hard I almost jump off the bed as her breath miraculously seems to flow across my skin like the sweetest blanket of love and lust – technically this is impossible, but it feels like she is covering every inch of my expectant skin, searching with breath for someplace to put just her..." "Tongue?" she whispers. "Are we ready for tongue, baby? "I got your tongue, babe. Ready for just my tongue? How about my tongue...in..your...ear?" I jump and shiver again, bracing myself. "You felt that, hmmm? Good." Soft rustle sound. "Now my tongue on your balls. Mmmm." Her mouth goes muffled and I lift my cock high automatically, as though I can control what she is doing to me. Not a fucking chance tonight. I have never been so firmly in her grasp. "Oh, god, Mel," I whine, "You are not going to...not...?" "And this," she goes on nonplussed, must be my lips framing, circling, moistening your lower...yes, that thing, for my tongue. You showered well, didn't you? I forgot...my tongue is reaching...to...right to the edge of your tightening little...I forgot to ask you earlier about showering...the edge of your..." I feel so tense I leap up and almost kick the night stand over. Mel gets it immediately and laughs merrily, and withdraws her tongue for now. "Oh, baby," she's back reaching through the dark now, crooning, "I was just getting to my lips – which lips, by the way, for your information, are pretty much coated with a sweet, salty, thick layer of...not you yet, but, pungent, perfect, Mel's pussy." I can't believe my groan doesn't wake the neighbors. "Yes." she goes on, totally oblivious to me and my perspective in this nerve-ratcheting fuck of a lifetime. "My lips, my cunt covered lips, are really, really, really wanting to settle over the knob of your slick, thick – I would almost say slimy slick – cock head, and then slip and slide down, and sideways, and around, and corkscrew, and suck, suck, suck (did I say suck?) as they descend, licking your nerves through a cover of your clear cum and my spit. But, and a big but here: much to my surprise, darling, I find your hand right where I was going to put my lips." I can't believe I am feeling the surge now, and as bad as I crave her mouth I can't control it, exactly according to her plan I am sure. Mel senses it like a demon in the dark and her mouth pounces again, "Are you coming to me, baby? Already? Are you coming? Okay then baby. Just do it then. Come to mama. Let your stuff go, baby. Fuck it for us!" I gasp and groan voraciously and tense up into steel, desperately trying to feel what direction she is from me and turning my best guess toward her to at least hurl my stuff her direction! She apparently gives it up too, figuring I am too far gone. "Oh, NO!" she yelps. Her mock terror cascades over me through the darkness, her voice shrill and piercing. "Me TOO! I'm...going...to..fuck me! Fucking going to...doing it NOW...!" "Fucking COME!!!" we both yell at the same time, then our voices drop away into stark, dead silence as my sperm jets straight up, dreamily straight south toward Mel's magnificent mouth, her beautiful breasts, her crushing coming cunt. Silence, then. Totally, completely silence (except for our own personal fuck noises that we've made as individuals in the night since our earliest sexual awakenings, and which we still encourage in each other) – self-fuck silence for two as we both jerk wildly and thrash so hard it seems exactly like each of us is the only fucking one on the bed! I finally plop back like a sack of seed on a farm store floor, groaning like a ghost in a ghetto. My torso is covered with cum. My hands are dripping with cum. I have fucking cum on my chin, probably in my hair. I can't move or use my hands, so I simply turn my face in the darkness toward where I last heard her delectable lover wife playmate soul-buddy fuck-friend Mel voice. I bring my lips as close as I can to where I last heard her voice and whisper, a little louder than usual, to make sure she hears. "Mel, darling? Mel, did you come?" Barely audible in the darkness, very low and quiet, I finally hear her. "Oh, baby, I think I made myself come with just my own mouth! And well, with a little help from just my hands." "Mel?" "Yes, baby?" "Do you have my cum all over you?" Pause. "Oh, yeah, baby. I have your delicious cum all over my fucking life! My whole body is drenched! You are such a, such a, powerful, powerful, powerful mighty man! My mighty man. I know for certain you shot your cum farther than all the other boys put together when you were a high school jock! You shoot it so far! Baby, I am fucking drowning in your cum!" Silent pause. "That pause is me just licking it up as fast as I can, baby." "I love you, Mel." "I love you, too darling. More than you know. But, my mouth is really tired now and I need to sleeeeeep. Are you sleepy? Good sleepy? "Yeah, baby, good sleepy." "Let's drift off then, hmmm?" "Let's." A little more silence. "Well, good night, darling." "Good night, lover. Can't wait to see you when it's not so dark." "I'm going to hang up now." "I'll hang up too." Distant giggle. Just My Mouth, Daddy ** All Characters are over 18 ** "You're pretty quiet," I said to my teenaged daughter, sitting in the passenger seat of my camaro, "what's on your mind?" Sasha looked at me, smiled and said "Nothing, really. Just spaced out." Her eyes had that special sparkle they always had when she was lying to me. I could read my daughter as easily as you're reading this right now. She and I had always been very close, and that hadn't changed as she'd begun to grow into a beautiful young woman. She was beautiful indeed. Her mom was Russian born, and unbelievably gorgeous, but very slender in the way that most Eastern European women are. Sasha (short for Alexandra in the Russian tradition) had her mother's golden locks and light brown eyes, but she was a little shorter, and bigger in the hips and chest. She looked better in a bikini than most of the girls you see on magazine covers. Sasha looked back out the passenger window despite my raising a skeptical eyebrow at her. It wasn't that she lied a lot, she was a fairly honest girl. I could just tell when she did, and I knew very well what she was thinking about. Sasha was a lot like me, personality wise, and I knew at her age I could pretty much just think about one thing. I didn't push it though, as I didn't want to make our drive awkward. We'd been visiting my mother down in Palm Springs, and we were back on our way to our home in Ashland, Oregon. We usually brought my wife with us, but she was visiting her own family in Saint Petersburg and would be gone another few weeks. Sasha had stayed with me to be closer to her friends during summer vacation. "Daddy?" "Yes, angel?" "Can we stop at a motel early today? It's so hot. I want to swim." I mulled the idea over in my head for a minute. We could get another three or four hours on the road today, making the trip tomorrow shorter, but I didn't really have any place to be and I didn't have to work until Wednesday that week, still three days away. It wasn't a tough sell. "Sure. Why don't you find us a hotel with a good pool and we'll drop anchor for the day." Sasha shot me one of her thousand watt smiles and hit her smart phone with intensity. In a few minutes she announced that she'd found the place - a Comfort Inn ten miles up the road. She borrowed my credit card and booked our rooms. Or rather, room. When we arrived I found out she'd only reserved a single room for us, though it had two beds. "It saves money!" She said proudly. "So we can go out to a nice dinner." "Sounds good, baby." I said, and went to get our bags. The room was pretty big for what we'd paid for it, and I was impressed by my little girl's bargain sense. The pool in back was big and clean. Sasha wasted no time running into the bathroom and changing into a black bikini that would have set any boy her age to drooling. Even I couldn't help but admire how good she looked in it. I think every father wants a beautiful daughter, and I was very proud of her. "Aren't you coming?" She asked me. "Sure, I'll go in for a while, that sounds good. Just give me a minute." I went into the bathroom and changed into my suit. I didn't look too bad in mine either, if I do say so myself. Sasha had been a surprise pregnancy and was born when I was only twenty two. I worked out regularly, both at a Thai Boxing school and at a Crossfit gym, and prided myself on staying in excellent shape. I came out of the bathroom shirtless, and found Sasha on the bed, laying face down in just her skimpy bikini bottoms. Her top lay next to her. Instantly, I felt my cock begin to thicken in my shorts. I was embarrassed, but it was an instinctive reaction that I couldn't help. She was just so damn sexy. I didn't harden all the way though, and I didn't think my daughter noticed my predicament. "Can you put lotion on me, Daddy?" "Sure, baby. Then you can do me." "Okay." I took my time rubbing my little girl down, and enjoyed the feel of her warm, flawless skin. I massaged her a little as a rubbed the lotion in, and she treated me to some "mmm's" and "aaaah's" from deep down in her throat. I had to shift around to keep my dick from tenting my shorts out. Before I go on with this story, let me just say that any father with a hot daughter who tells you he's never thought of fucking her is a lying bastard. He may not of seriously thought of it, he might not ever do it, but the thought has crossed his mind. It's a natural thing. The way I see things, there are two ways you can deal with it: One, you can freak out and put yourself in counseling just for being a healthy male; or two, you can accept it as a normal thing and relax. I was definitely of the latter school of thought. Yes, my daughter was turning me on. But she wasn't really aware of it and I figured what she didn't know wouldn't hurt her. Anyway, after I finished rubbing her down it was my turn, and I lay on my stomach while Sasha first got her top back on and then massaged lotion onto my back. She did me just like I'd done her, and it felt fantastic feeling her petite hands kneading the muscles in my back. "You're so strong!" Sasha said. "I wish the boys at my school had your muscles." "They wouldn't know what to do with them. It's better for them to keep working on learning to read." Sasha giggled. "Daddy! They know how to read. Most of them, anyway. Even the football guys." "Must be a different kind of team than I played on." I said, smiling. Sasha surprised me by swatting me on the ass. "Okay, stud muffin, let's go get wet." Sasha rose up on her knees and waited for me to roll over. I realized, though, that if I did that she would see the hard on raging in my shorts. I hesitated while I tried to figure something out. "Come on!" Sasha said, pushing me on the back and bouncing me on the bed. "I want to go in the pool!" "Okay. Can you get my sandals out of my bag? They're right on top." "Okay." Sasha turned to get the flip flops, and I tried to adjust myself quickly to hide my condition. Only Sasha turned before I could finish. I jerked my hand out of my shorts, but my cock was standing erect, trapped against my left leg. Sasha's eyes went wide as she saw the outline of it under my trunks. "Oh! Um... here you go, Daddy. I found them." "Thanks baby." I said, the awkwardness of the moment finally deflating my engorged member. The awkwardness didn't last long. We went down to the pool and splashed around, and Sasha didn't seem uncomfortable at all. In fact, she was very affectionate, play wrestling with me and giving me plenty of hugs in the water. It was a good afternoon. But after an hour or so in the water, and another hour of laying out in the sun to tan and dry off, we were ready to head back in. Back in the room I tossed my towel onto the floor in the corner and flopped down on the bed. Between the days drive and the sun outside I was pretty beat, but in a pleasant, lazy way. Sasha flopped her bikini clad body down on top on my chest and hugged me tight. I wasn't wearing a shirt and the closeness felt wonderful. My cock, which had been cooperative while we were in the water, started to come to life again. I was about to move Sasha off me and go get dressed for dinner when she leaned down and kissed me on the mouth. A soft kiss that lingered for a couple of seconds. She looked into my eyes after and smiled. "Thanks for stopping early, Daddy. That was a lot of fun." "No problem, baby." We held each other's gaze for a moment, then I pulled her back down to me so we could kiss again. The kiss lasted even longer this time, and was at the absolute edge of anything that could be called father - daughter appropriate. My cock was thick now, and trapped against my leg again. Sasha shifted her own leg around and brushed up against it. I was hoping she wouldn't feel it, but she did. Her eyes flicked down to my dick and then back up to mine. "It does that a lot." She said in a quiet voice. "Today I guess it does." I said. "Sorry." I added a few seconds later. "No, it's okay. It's normal right?" "Sort of." "Is it hard because of me?" "Sasha, I... yeah I guess it is." Sasha was staring at my dick now, and her hand reached down and brushed it through my shorts. It was a light touch, and pretty quick, but my cock turned to steel. "Really?" She said, looking back up at me, her eyes wide and dark. She kissed my lips again, taking my bottom lip in between hers for just a second. I thought about stopping the whole thing. The last thing I wanted to do was hurt my daughter. But then, she wasn't exactly resisting what was going on. I told myself we were near the edge but not over it, and that the strange mood both of us seemed to be in would probably keep us where we were for a few pleasant minutes, and then we'd separate before it went too far and things would go on as normal. I think I even told myself the experience would probably be good for us and bring us closer. It's amazing sometimes how well my dick can talk me into shit. "You're just really sexy, angel." I said, placing my palm against my daughter's face. She pressed her cheek into my hand, and I let my hand slide along it, and then down her neck and over the slope of her left breast, squeezing it gently before sliding my hand over to her arm and down to her elbow. Sasha kissed me again, harder this time. Our mouths parted as our lips met, though our tongues stayed hidden. Still, it was nothing like a father's kiss, and we made out like that for around half a minute. Sasha sat up, straddling one of my legs. Her left hand came down to rub my hard cock through my shorts. "You really think I'm sexy? I never thought you did. I mean, I always thought you were, but I guess I just thought I'd seem like a little girl to you." "You're my little girl. Maybe... maybe we shouldn't do this." Sasha gripped my cock again, and then released it so she could kiss me some more. This time our tongues tangled together and I held her to me by the back of her neck. She sat back up, cupping her own breasts. "Do... do you want to see them, Daddy?" "Yes." I said. Sasha reached behind her and undid her top, and then slowly let it drop to the side. Her breasts were a perfectly rounded C cup, her nipples small and hard. She took hold of my right hand and pressed it to her tit. "Does it feel okay, Daddy? I always think they're too hard." "No, baby. They're firm. Just the way they're supposed to be." "I like the way your hand feels on them. When we're in the car for a long time like today, all I can think about is sex." "I know. I'm the same way. It started when I was about your age." "Really? Here, touch the other one, too. Mmm... that feels so nice." "Baby we really shouldn't be doing this." "Mmm... It's okay, Daddy, we won't let it go too far." "Okay." I said, knowing we already had. "Who do you think about?" Sasha asked. "I don't know. No one in particular I guess. I just imagine the feeling of it, and I picture a naked woman. Not her face but her tits and..." "Her pussy?" "Yeah. Her pussy. I imagine it sliding down onto my cock." "God, that's so hot. That's exactly the kind of thing I think about." "Have you... had sex before?" "No, but I have a dildo I got from a place online. I... fuck myself with it a lot. So I'm not a virgin. Not really." "You're still a virgin, honey. But I know what you mean." Sasha ground her crotch against my bare leg. She was soaked. I could feel her juices right through her bottoms. "God, can you feel how wet you've made me?" "Yes, baby. It's hot as hell." "Can I show you my pussy, daddy?" "Yes. Please, yes." Sasha rolled onto her back and looked into my eyes as she lifted her hips and slid her bottoms off, showing me her gloriously naked body. Her pussy was perfectly shaped, and shaved bare. Her labia were swollen and glistening with her fluids. I reached down and rubbed her clit, making her twist and moan on the bed. "Yes. Yes, Daddy. Put your fingers in me." I was still in shock this was happening. My daughter was such a wiling and eager lover. I wondered how many times she'd fantasized about this moment. I wondered what I'd been missing out on. Images of my wife flashed through my head for an instant, but nothing more. I'd never cheated on her before now, but somehow this was different. Something too special to be shared with anyone else. A moment of incredible intimacy that superseded any type of socially approved relationship. I slid my index finger into my baby's pussy, and she moaned and arched her back, driving my finger all the way into her. I pulled it out, and then pushed two fingers back in. We were like that for some minutes. Me on my knees, watching in amazement as my fingers slid in and out of my little girl. I could have finger fucked her like that forever, but she had other ideas. "Daddy?" "Yes, baby." "We can't fuck, okay? I don't think its a good idea." "Yeah. Yeah, okay. You're right, it wouldn't be." "I need to cum though, and I know you do, too. Would it be okay if maybe you licked my pussy and then I let you have my mouth? I'll swallow for you and all that. I just need you to make me cum, okay?" I reached down and undid my shorts, letting my cock spring free from captivity. I moved over my daughter, separating her legs with mine. "Oh God..." she moaned, "Oh God... just my mouth Daddy, okay? Just my mouth." I kissed my way down my daughter's body, licking and sucking at her perfect breasts, taking my time on her tight little belly, and then finally reaching her pussy. I licked all around it while she turned and moaned, and then I took her clit into my mouth, sucking it and licking it, eating her tight little pussy for all I was worth. "Daddy! Oh God, Daddy! I'm cuuuummmming.... DADDY! YES! YES!" Sahsa grabbed two handfuls of my hair and crushed her wet pussy against my mouth. I tasted a new flood of her juices as she spasmmed and came over and over again. I lapped it all up and swallowed her fluids, savoring every taste and sent. My baby was so fresh and clean. It was as perfect a pussy as I'd ever tasted. When her body relaxed I moved up and lay next to her, and she took my face into her hands and kissed me deeply. "God, Daddy that was so great. I loved you eating me like that. It was so sexy." "I'm glad you're so comfortable with this, angel. You don't think it's weird at all?" "No. I think a lot of daughters probably do stuff like this with their daddies. If both of them are okay with it, who would ever know?" "I guess I never thought about it like that." "I know my friend Amanda sucks her dad off sometimes. She told me about it. He won't do anything for her though, but she said she likes to suck him." I imagined Sasha's hot little raven haired friend sucking her father Ted's cock. It was a hot image, added to by the fact that my own daughter was stroking my dick again. Sasha straddled me, pinning my cock between her pussy and my belly. "My pussy wants your cock so bad, Daddy. But we can't fuck. I'm not even on the pill." "Then you should stop doing that angel. You're.... you're driving me crazy right now. I want to fuck your pussy so bad." "Oh yeah... oh it would feel so good, Daddy." "Please stop, baby. I can't get you pregnant." "Okay. Okay, Daddy. I'll take care of you though. I can't wait to feel you cumming in my mouth." "Oh fuck baby, do it, please." Sasha snaked her way down my body and after one lick up the shaft of my steel hard dick, took the entire thing into her mouth on the first try. She sucked slowly up the shaft, and then plunged her head down again, quickly building up a rhythm. As she continued, and I did my best not to moan so loud that the neighbors called the cops, she added in a hand below her mouth, twisting it around and rubbing her saliva into my skin. I watched my daughter fellating me, feeling my cum churning in my balls and my orgasm building in my gut. I ran my fingers through her long blond hair and locked eyes with her when she looked up at me, her mouth stretched obscenely wide by my cock. "I'm going to cum for you, baby." "Mmmm... mmm-hmmm." "Here it comes baby, get ready.... oh God, Daddy's going to cum a lot... oh God angel here it comes!" With that my daughter stopped fucking my cock with her face and held still while I spewed load after load onto her tongue and against the back of her throat. I just kept cumming and cumming, semen pouring out of me like nothing I'd ever experienced before. Sasha swallowed as fast as she could, but some leaked out of her mouth and ran back down my shaft. She raised her head up, her mouth still full of my last blast of cum, and I saw her throat work while she swallowed it all. "God, Daddy, were you trying to drown me? You came so much!" "That was so incredible, baby. You made Daddy feel so good." "Mmmm... I love the way your cum tastes Daddy. I want to suck your cock again soon." "I love you, baby." "I love you too." Sasha reached down and caught some of the cum dripping from my cock with her fingers. She rubbed it on one of her nipples, watching it get hard beneath her fingers. "God, this is so hot. I've wanted to do this with you forever." "The night's still young, angel." Sasha kissed my neck and lay next to me, her hand going to my still hard dick. "You sure know how to talk to a girl." She said. TO BE CONTINUED