0 comments/ 176346 views/ 35 favorites A Daughter's Gift By: Salteena Our marriage was headed for the rocks. Oh, it wasn't that Dan and I had ceased to love each other, far from it. We still shared many, many things, spent lots of time together, and we still laughed a lot. It was all because of that damned operation; my sexuality carved away by the surgeon's knife. Our love life was so great before that happened. I welcomed Dan into my eager body at least three or four times a week, often more. I adored the way he made me feel, opening me up, filling me to overflowing, and deliciously driving us both to orgasm. And that was after twenty-two years together! Now I felt nothing, not from his fingers, nor from his tongue, nor from his beautiful, beautiful cock. I was an empty shell, a nonentity, a has-been. I tried faking it, but that was no good. Dan knew me too well. We went to counseling where the therapist vainly tried to convince me that sexual pleasure is all in the head. Even if she was right, her advice was an utter waste of time! I tried arousing myself with masturbation, a previously frequent and much enjoyed pastime, but even that did not work. That I was now incomplete as a woman had killed something inside of me. Dan started to get impatient, emptying himself into my unresponsive body as quickly has he could and then pulling out to roll over and go to sleep. I could not deny him his relief; I loved him too much. To make myself ready, my natural lubrication being no longer willing to flow, I prepared every night with K-Y and lay waiting for him in case he wanted to have me. But that was not enough for Dan. Quite understandably, he wanted me back again; the old me, the passionate love partner who lusted after him as much as he wanted me. Dan stopped using me. He began to withdraw into himself. It was only a matter of time before he started to look elsewhere. Our marriage was headed for the rocks. It was our custom to eat dinner quite early in the evening, usually as soon as Dan finished the afternoon chores around the farm. Our daughter, Celine, would then finish her school assignments in her room while Dan and I cleared the dishes and planned the next day's work. We didn't have TV – we were so far out in the wop-wops TV reception was pretty bad – but we always had music playing, or the radio… Celine shot me a perplexed little frown as she walked past me on her way to bed. In answer to my unspoken question, she shot a glance back at her father and then hurried from the room. It was an unusually hot night. Dan, clad only in a pair of boxer shorts, had been sitting at the kitchen table reading the newspaper when our daughter came to give him his usual goodnight hug. Now he was stood beside his chair with his head hung low, and an enormous erection tenting the front of his shorts. Well, Celine, I thought ruefully, you are grown up now! Perhaps you should come and give your dad his hug before you change into a filmy nightie like the one you have on tonight? I followed my daughter to her room. She was already in bed when I arrived, covered by just a sheet – it was too hot for anything more. For the first time in several years I sat down on the edge of her mattress and began to stroke the cascade of flame red hair that spilled out over her pillow. Kids grow up so quickly; it was hard to believe she could go to university soon if she wanted to. "Your Dad's pretty embarrassed about what happened in there, Celine. Don't think too badly of him…" Celine flushed and moved her legs beneath the sheet. "I'm not angry with him Mum! I'm just surprised…and a little shocked, I suppose…that he…" "Got an erection?" She nodded. "Is this the first time it's happened?" "With Dad? Yes, I think so. I've suspected sometimes when boys have kissed me at school dances and such, but this is the first time I've really felt it as…" "Hard?" She giggled, "Yes…!" Oh dear, I thought. Ok, my girl, perhaps it's about time you learned more of the facts of life and living. And it's a bit of a worry that you seem so naïve, especially living on a farm where it's quite common to see animals copulating and giving birth. But I guess you don't get much chance to date boys living all the way out here. I wonder if it's because you're an only child and your Dad and I protect you too much? Certainly, if you had brothers you'd be more aware. I took a deep breath… Celine, you are a beautiful young woman with a figure to die for. Any red-blooded man would get excited if you snuggled up to him dressed only in a thin nightdress. Your Dad's only human, he must have been able to feel every curve…" "So, it's my fault is it? That's not fair! Mum, he's my father! Surely he shouldn't react like that?" "Yes, my darling, he is your father. But he is still a man…and a very virile man at that. Plus, he is, how shall I put it…lonely…?" "Lonely? I don't understand…" "Yes, a special kind of "lonely" that men sometimes feel…" So I sat and stroked my daughter's silky tresses and explained at length how my total hysterectomy had taken away my sex drive and that, now that I was unable to have those kinds of feeling for him any more, her Dad and I were slowly drifting apart. When my account ended, Celine thanked me for being so open with her and then pulled me down for a long hug. I kissed her goodnight and left. Dan was sat back at the table reading when I returned to the kitchen. He was no longer hard. "How's Celine?" he asked nervously. "She understands…don't worry, she's not mad at you…" "Thank God for that!" The relief on his face was palpable. He did not come near me that night. At goodnight time the following evening, Celine wore the selfsame nightdress she had worn before. It being another hot night, Dan too was equally as scantily clad as he had been previously. As for myself, I only had on a bikini top and a pair of cotton shorts. To me, their goodnight hug lasted many seconds longer than normal, and it seemed that Celine was the instigator! The end result was the same: a towering erection standing up from my husband's groin. Celine did not appear at all perturbed this time. In fact she sported a satisfied little smile when she gave me a hug in passing and I noticed that her nipples were stuck out like hard little bullets. A tiny pang of jealousy zipped through me – not because Celine had given her father an erection, but because she was able to experience sexual excitement, whereas I could not. Dan followed her out of the kitchen very soon after she left, vainly trying to hide his physical state from my view behind his newspaper. "I'm off to bed too…" he muttered. I thought I knew exactly where he was headed, and I was right. When I pushed open our en-suite door, my husband was sat on the toilet with his shorts and underpants around his ankles, furiously rubbing his stiff pole in his fist. And no doubt Celine was the central character in his imagination while he anxiously sought his release! "Dan!" I sighed lovingly. "Let me do that…please?" I dropped to my knees on the cool tiles and moved in between Dan's legs. I pushed his hand out of the way and began to gently stroke his big beautiful prick. He groaned deeply when I lowered my face to explore the familiar veins and ridges with the tip of my tongue. He clasped my head in his strong hands when I took him deep between my lips and made ready to receive his sweet sperm. I sucked and licked while my husband ran his warm palms down and over my bare shoulders and back. He undid the clasp on my bikini top and freed my breasts. I worshipped his wonderful phallus as he fondled my breasts and nipples with his usual skill. At times before it seemed that my nipples and clitoris were joined by taut strings that pulsed with every touch of his fingers. But sadly that feeling was no longer there. Oh how I missed that wonderful tug and pull that never failed to fire through my body! Hot tears for my loss streamed down my cheeks when, with a muffled shout, Dan's taste burst into my mouth. The next night followed the same pattern. Celine and her father hugged for a long time. Judging by the way her sheer nightie bunched in the cheeks of her bottom, she was without her panties, which was, I thought, most unusual. Some strange dark force inside me led me to join them; what followed certainly wasn't a conscious act. With one arm around each of their shoulders, I held them close. Time flowed like treacle. Almost in a trance, I watched my hand take hold of Dan's and lead it to his daughter's breast. She sucked in a sharp breath when she felt his fingers clasp her, but she did not pull away. Pleased with my handiwork, I watched Dan caress and knead Celine's pert cone, expertly teasing her nipple to a hard, eager point. I remembered how it felt when he used to touch me like that, and I envied her for her pleasure. I wished I knew what he was thinking. Perhaps this was something he had dreamed of for some time? Celine melted against him, trembling lightly, her breath rasping in her throat, her head leaned onto his chest. Thus encouraged, I grasped the hand that rested at her father's waist and led it between them to where his rigid phallus pressed hotly against her belly. As if by instinct rather than from prior experience, she began to run her circled fingers up and down his hard length the instant I molded her fingers around it. Dan could not survive this unique pleasure for long. When the first spasms of his ejaculation hit him, he groaned loudly and his knees buckled. The material of his boxer shorts rapidly darkened as his sperm shot from his tip and began to soak the cloth. But, Celine continued to massage him until his semen ceased to flow and he began to soften. It was then that I broke them apart. After kissing my husband tenderly and telling him to go to bed and that I would join him soon, I led Celine, still shaking to her room. A flash of flame coloured bush sighted up her nightie as I helped her climb under the sheet confirmed for me that she was indeed naked between her thighs. I stroked her hair whilst we talked about what had just transpired – how she felt about it and my feelings also. It pleased me greatly that my daughter was not afraid or upset that I had initiated her father's hand on her breast and her own hand on his cock. Indeed, the hard points of her nipples, even through the sheet covering her, told me that she had found the whole episode very exciting and that she was very turned on at talking about it. In my heart I knew it was "wrong", but so was everything else that had happened earlier. My hand began to wander; caressing the side of her neck; stroking the length of her collarbone; creeping beneath the sheet to cup a delicious little breast… "Mum! What are you doing?" "Shhhhh, my darling…it'll be fine…you'll see…" It had been many, many years since I had touched a girl in this way – the last time was way back at the all girls boarding school my parents sent me to, when my room-mate Glenys and I had experimented with each other's bodies during the long nighttime hours. The tactile memory of how her skin felt and how she responded to my searching fingers lingered still; as did that of our trembling anxiety, overcome by curiosity, when we finally plucked up the courage to go down on each other for the first time. The memories were strong, but the accustomed wetness between my legs was absent. Now I was awakening another girl – my own daughter – oddly comfortable with what I was doing, but feeling no personal arousal… "It'll be fine…you'll see…" My fingers trailed down over her soft belly; her nightdress was slightly damp from when her father's sperm seeped through his boxers. Her shaking voice gasped "Mum!" again when I found and gently pressed on her Venus Mount, but I felt her legs part in anticipation as I moved on down to slip my hand under and up beneath her nightie's hem. When I reached her slippery wetness, she moaned softly before giving herself completely to the loving mother's fingers that sought to stroke and tease her pleasure nub. Celine's orgasm was perfect…so fine! I kissed her goodnight and went to join my husband. He was fast asleep, but his cock was hard inside his shorts. No doubt he was dreaming about his daughter! Neither my husband nor Celine spoke about the previous evening's events at breakfast, but both of them were exceptionally warm and loving towards me. That night followed the same pattern at first, but this time, as I held them both and looked on, Celine undid the buttons on her nightie's bodice and pulled it aside, and then led her father's hand to her naked breast. Of her own volition, she reached between them to clutch her father's cock to repeat the massage of the night before. A naked breast had to be matched! I quickly moved in behind my husband and, with both hands, swiftly dragged his boxers down to his ankles. His cock sprang free and instantly back into Celine's grasp. The expression of fearful fascination on her face when she looked down to view the fleshy monster throbbing in her palm was a sight to behold! I returned to hold them both and, suffused with happiness, looked on at his hand stimulating her breast and her fingers cupping and stroking the stiff prong I knew and loved so well. Before long, Dan's pearly semen shot from him in long ropey streams, liberally coating Celine's hand and wrist, and leaving large stains on her nightdress. When his climax was finished, she reluctantly released his shrinking member and looked expectantly to me. I prayed fervently that I was not misreading the hot desire in her eyes when I bade my husband goodnight with a warm kiss, then took hold of my daughter around her waist and conducted her to her room. "Mum, my nightie feels all clammy. Do you think I should change it?" "So it is my pet. And your hand is still sticky with Daddy's sperm." I wiped my husband's fluids from her with a dry part of her nightdress… "Hmmmm, you can't sleep in that! Let's get it off you!" Celine seemed embarrassed to be stood naked in front of me, trying unsuccessfully to cover herself with her hands. "Darling, what on earth is the matter? You shouldn't be ashamed of your lovely figure, especially in front of me!" I took her by the wrists and held her arms wide. Celine was simply glorious, from her tip-tilted breasts to the indented curves of her waist that flared out to her hips, to the firm delicate swell of her belly and her smooth rounded thighs, between which nestled her womanhood's exotic flower. I got her to spin around, to let me look at the sweep of her back and the plump resilient rounds of her buttocks. She was as equally enchanting from behind as she was from the front. She was young, fresh, and perfectly complete; made for loving and made to be loved. I could not serve my daughter as passionately as she deserved, but, empty as I was, I could teach her how to respond to somebody who could… "I don't think you are going to need nightwear tonight, my darling…not for a while at least." With that suggestion, I helped her to lie on her back on top of the bedclothes with her beauty wide open to my admiring gaze. We spoke about her feelings while I fondled every warm, wondrous inch of her perfect form. She told me how the touch of her father's hand on her breast sent thrills all the way through her, right to her toes. The feel of his naked cock in her hand frightened her at first, a fright that was soon overcome by curiosity at how something so gnarled and fearsome looking could be so warm and silky-smooth. The sperm spurting from his tip delighted her, as did the spasm in her palm that signaled each ejaculation. And the knowledge that she was giving her father so much pleasure made her pussy twitch and ache for his touch. And my caressing hand was now building a fresh firestorm in her belly and between her legs… Sliding my finger into the tiny pink gaping mouth was easy but it was still a shock for both of us. Even though her body was ripe for this moment, in her mind Celine was not quite ready to accommodate the invader, so I had to kiss the furrows from her brow and reassure her that she would love what was to follow. As for me, my distant memories of Glenys were no match for the reality of my daughter's velvety, slippery warmth and the way the walls of her pussy clung tightly to my finger. My smoothly pumping finger and the corresponding light on-off pressure of my thumbnail against her clit soon had my daughter opening her legs as far as they would go and lifting her pelvis to match my every inwards push. Her look of disbelief when I introduced a second finger swiftly turned to one of joyous pleasure at the added sensations it gave her. And as I fucked her with my hand, I told her how wonderful her father's cock felt every time he pushed it into me. How it filled me up with its amazing heat, even though he used to say that putting it into me was like entering a wet furnace. How its ridged head so deliciously rasped my tender walls and how his thrusting shaft rubbed and squeezed my tingling clit until my orgasm flamed within me. And, finally, I told her how her father's sperm flooded me with such wonderful warmth when it gushed from him into my waiting belly. Then, when I inserted a third, Celine gripped my wrist to hold my hand still with both hands and wildly rode my fingers to her stunning climax. I stayed with my daughter; filled with memories of the happy, warm afterglow I knew now bathed her. The sound of her voice startled me from my reverie… "Mum, that was so beautiful. Can I…can I touch you?" "If you really want to, my darling…but it won't do anything for me." "I want to try…" I quickly divest myself of the few items of clothing I had on and lay down naked beside her. Just as I did with her, Celine caressed and teased my breasts, but, unlike hers, my nipples failed to harden in reply. The sensations she gave me were pleasant, but that was all. When I parted my legs to give her access to my sex, she groaned with dismay at how dry I still was… "It's true then…" I agreed sadly. "Ohhh, poor Mum!" To my surprise - I had no idea that she could be so bold - my daughter bent her head and kissed my bush, right at the start of my slit. Her glorious red mane tumbled silkily over my belly and upper thighs. Pre-surgery, that alone would have made me gush uncontrollably. She pulled her hair to one side and looked up my supine body to my face… "Do you mind?" "No. Do whatever you want to…" She turned back and kissed me again. This time I felt the flicker of her tongue. Her hand pushed my legs further apart and her tongue followed my crease down. Once again, what she did was nice, but it evoked no suggestion of the hot tingle that used to signal the onset of my arousal. "Can I put my fingers in you?" "Be careful, my pet, there will be no lubrication to help you." I felt her fingers part my lips. The tip of one found my entrance and tried to push in. It wasn't painful, merely uncomfortable, but Celine must have picked up some kind of involuntary signal from me, because she looked up again… "It's no good is it?" "I'm afraid not…I did warn you…" "I know…but I hoped…" "It was very sweet of you to even try. Don't be too disappointed." From the way Celine has positioned herself, I could see up her slightly parted thighs to her pussy. Her lips were darkly swollen and slick with the kind of vaginal moisture I could not produce. It even smeared the inner tops of her thighs… "How're you feeling?" She flushed guiltily, her face almost as red as her hair… "It's awful, but just looking at you down there, and touching and kissing you, has made me…" "Horny again…?" She nodded, her face on fire… "It seems so selfish!" "Nonsense! Well, you'd better come up here then…" Celine started to return to lie alongside me… A Daughter's Gift It's amazing how much stuff my 18-year old stepdaughter Jane had managed to cram into her room, but we were finally done moving boxes and furniture. Of course, it wasn't all from her room. My wife and I had donated a couch and entertainment system, various dishes, and such to get Jane started. College started in less than a month and we'd rented a small house for Jane near campus, one she'd share with a long time girl friend from high school. All in all, it worked out pretty well. Jane stayed in town, only a few miles away, but it was a big step in her independence. My wife, Susan, wandered in from the kitchen where she'd been helping Jane put away the dishes, grabbed her purse off the couch, and leaned in and gave me a kiss. "I've got to go honey, see you soon." Susan said. "Yep, in an hour maybe, I just have to set up the entertainment system and speakers and make sure it's all working." I replied. "Make that about 3 hours!" Jane called from the kitchen. "I want to break in the TV with a movie and popcorn. Plus, I want to ask him about setting up my laptop for wireless. They have free WiFi here on campus." I smiled and Susan chuckled. It's always nice to be needed. "Fine then, I'll see you when you get home." Susan said as she headed out the door. I sat on the couch for a minute staring at the tangle of A/V cables on the floor, sipping at a bottle of water. Jane came into the room all smiles, the kitchen put away. She came over to the couch and surprised me by sitting down cross wise in my lap with her arms around my neck. "Best step daddy in the world!" she said, giving me a kiss on the cheek. I grinned and gave Jane squeeze as she snuggled her head down onto my shoulder. That was her line, our thing, when things were good between us. Being a step parent is hard and things definitely hadn't always been good between Jane and I. I had all the responsibility, but little of the natural authority and respect given a biological parent. Combine that responsibility and lack of natural authority with a burgeoning teenager and you have a recipe for a chilly relationship. Fortunately, we'd gotten through it and the last couple years we'd once again become close, though more as equals this time. Somewhere along the line, I'd gained her respect. Regardless of why, it was good to have the love of my little girl. Well, not such a little girl anymore I thought. Jane had a spectacular 38D/26/34 figure. Yes, those are her real numbers, taken at a dress fitting not too long ago. I'd been forced to admit to myself a couple years ago I found Jane very attractive. Jane was built like her mother and had a similar bouncy personality, so I suppose it shouldn't have been a suprise. At first I felt guilty, but after doing some research about father/daughter relationships I discovered attraction wasn't necessarily uncommon. Like any emotion, it needed to be dealt with appropriately. I'd sneak the occasional glance at her in tight clothes or a short skirt, but otherwise I'd kept my attentions strictly parental. After a couple minutes in my lap though, I was becoming uncomfortably aware of just how womanly Jane was. I could feel my body responding to her closeness. Jane's breath was warm against my neck and her mid-back length, wavy, dark hair cascaded sexily down around us. Jane's full, soft breasts were pressed up against the side of my chest and her nicely rounded ass fit snugly in my lap. She was soft, curvy, and had the sexy combined scent of coconut shampoo, perfume, and a slightly musky scent from the day's moving efforts. The effect was almost narcotic. I found my eyes closing as my senses reveled in the sheer feminity of her presence. The stereo, do the stereo... I gave Jane a pat on the hip and a gentle shove, letting her know it was time to get up. Jane didn't budge though and just looked up at me. She has such pretty eyes and just incredible, natural thick eye lashes that were the envy of many of her friends. Jane rarely wore any makeup because she simply look naturally beautiful. "Robin, can I ask you something personal?" she said, biting her lip nervously. Her body, all soft and snuggly a second ago, had gone a bit stiff with tension. "Hmm? Yea, sure honey. You ok?" I said, my wandering mind snapping back into step-daddy mode. "Nothing's wrong. I just, well, do you think I'm attractive? I mean, as a man looking at a woman, do you think so?" she asked, glancing down away from my eyes. My first instinct was, "Gee, that's a silly question". She was, of course, stunning and never lacked for suitors. Then it dawned on me. She was moving out on her own. She'd broken up with her boyfriend a few months ago as they were headed in different directions (and colleges). Everything was new and she was flying without a net for the first time. Jane was probably having a sudden bout of separation anxiety. "Yes Jane, very much so." I said, trusting she could hear the sincerity in my voice. "You are, honestly, the most beautiful woman I've ever known. Beautiful, curvy, athletic, and strong. All the things I like, just like the things I found attractive in your mother." Jane smiled and even blushed a little. "You're so sweet!" she said, then shocked me by leaning in and kissing me on the lips. Not just a peck, but a slightly lingering kiss. My heart fluttered for a moment as I fought my body's natural desire to kiss her back. Step father or not, a real kiss from a pretty girl has an impact. "Uh, no problem honey." I said, fumbling for words. "It's the truth." Once again, I patted her on the hip, fully expecting her to get up and this tender, but somewhat odd, moment to end. Jane stayed put though, locking her arms around my neck and leaning in closer. Her face was maybe two inches from mine. Her presence, her scent, and her warmth sapped the strength from any half-hearted attempt I might have made to dislodge her. "You're good man Robin." she said softly. "You've been so good to me, supporting me, never making me feel guilty about myself, even when I wasn't always nice in return. Especially as I grew into a young woman. My own father could hardly look at me when I wore a swimsuit. Do you remember? You said I should wear whatever makes me happy. I grew up feeling good about myself around you. I felt normal and safe." I nodded numbly. I remembered the event she was talking about. No one should ever feel guilty over the changes resulting in simply growing up. "Such a good man." Jane said softly, moving in until her lips were almost touching mine. My heart pounded, a swirl of desires and guilt leaving me struggling to think. "And such a man," Jane murmured, "deserves a reward." Jane pressed her lips against mine in a long, sensual kiss. Her lips were warm and soft and her body molded itself to me. At the end the kiss, a touch of hunger crept in as her lips parted slightly and she finished the kiss by sucking lightly at my lower lip. Jane shifted to straddle me on the couch, looking into my eyes, searching for my reaction, her own eyes showing a mix of nervousness and need. My walls were crumbling. Years of latent desire we're leaking through, threatening to overwhelm me when they burst. "Jane, honey." I started, my voice rough in my throat. "This seems to be heading... Um, well, I love you and I'd hate to hur..." I never finished my sentence or even my thought. Jane grabbed my head between her hands and kissed me again, hard this time. Her mouth open, tongue probing hungrily, teeth nipping gently. I was lost. Lost in the sensation of her lips on mine, the smell of her hair cascading down around us, the warmth of her body, and the feel of her delicious hips under my hands. Whatever last ditch effort I'd had in mind, whatever remaining resolve I'd had a minute ago, crumbled completely as I poured 3 years of contained desire into returning that kiss. Finally, feeling me give in completely, she broke the kiss. She looked down at me with those lovely eyes, her face flushed with desire. "I want this." she said, caressing my cheek with her hand. "I've wanted this for a while as I came to understand what you'd done for me over the years, what'd you'd given up for me, for our family. You were there for me when my real dad wasn't. You were kind, firm, and patient. In the last couple years, I grew to love you again, but not just like the little girl I was, but as a woman loving the man that has always been there for her." She stood up and smiled as she let her dress fall to the floor, left only in lacy bra and a very skimpy pair of thong panties. She reached down and helped me strip off my shirt, followed immediately by my shorts. With one final motion, she unhooked her bra and skimmed off her panties, before straddling naked back over me on the couch. I ran my hands across the smooth curve of her hips. Jane's full breasts and hard nipples swayed just about my eye level as she looked down at me with a mischievous grin. She was enjoying the seduction, enjoying my loss for words. "And you know you want it too." she said, lowering her head down and kissing me again. A long lover's kiss while taking my hand from her hip and guiding it between her legs. Jane was extremely wet, almost dripping. I suspected she'd been thinking about this all day and I felt my cock stiffen in response to such clear evidence of her own arousal. I slid my fingers back and forth through her pussy lips, soaking my fingers, sliding along her clit, watching her eyes close with pleasure. I slid two fingers into her pussy and watched with joy as Jane leaned her head back with a lusty sigh. I stroked in and out of her pussy for a few moments, relishing in her arousal before bringing my dripping fingers back and licking every drop of juice from them. Jane moaned with desire at the sight me licking my fingers clean, grabbed my head with both hands and kissed me hard, tasting her own juices. I felt one of Jane's hands drop down and encircle my cock as she broke the kiss. "I've waited over a year for this." Jane sighed softly as she sank down, guiding my cock to the entrance of pussy, but stopped for a moment on the edge of penetration. Jane rested her forehead against mine, breathing heavily with arousal, her beautiful hair cascading around us. She moaned as she slowly sank the first inch into her pussy. She must have taken 20 seconds to slide me fully into her, reveling in every inch, every ridge and vein. When she hit bottom, Jane gave a brief whimper of pleasure and stopped, just resting for a moment, smiling with her eyes half closed. "God yes. I've wanted this so much." she said, barely above a whisper, her voice quivering with emotion. Jane kissed me as she started to slowly rise up and down. Her kisses became hungrier with each passing minute, sometimes biting at my lips, her hands tight around my neck, pulling me to her. I could feel her pussy juice dripping down my cock, down my balls, down my thighs. Jane's full breasts swaying, her hard nipples scraping up and down my chest. God, it was so erotic. My Jane, horny as hell and dripping wet, taking me into her over and over. Jane was bouncing faster now, harder, slamming herself down my full length and back up, moaning each time she hit bottom. Her arms were tight around my neck and her head thrown back in pleasure. I could feel her pussy tightening, that familiar pre-orgasm clench. I was on the ragged edge myself, overloaded with physical and emotional sensation. "Yes, yes..oh god, yes.." Jane whimpered and suddenly slammed down hard and stopped, her pussy pulsing, her nails gripping my neck and shoulders as she cried out in orgasm. Watching Jane come, feeling her pussy clasping at me, was too much for me. I grabbed her ass with both hands, holding her down tight as my cock erupted into her. Both of us desperately clung to one another as waves of pleasure rippled through us. Finally, she collapsed on top of me, head on my shoulder. As my own mind returned from orbit, I could feel her tears hitting my shoulder, feel her shaking. Fear clenched at my stomach and guilt washed over me. My god, what had I done? "Jane, honey. Oh god, I should have stopped it." I said, fumbling. What could I possibly say to make this right? "No!", she said, her head coming up as she heard the guilt in my voice. Jane held my face in her hands, forcing me to look her square in the eyes. "No, don't you dare feel guilty! This was my dream too. I made love to a wonderful, incredible, sexy man. A man I love so very much. I'll never regret this for an instant." Relief flooded through me. It had been tears of joy, not shame or betrayal. Jane kissed me again, softly this time with gentle love and affection replacing the earlier lust and hunger. We stayed snuggled that way for a time, me holding her hips, still inside her, her snuggled into my neck, kissing it lightly now and then. "I love you Jane. I'll always be here for you, in whatever way you need." I said, arms wrapped around her waist, caressing the small of her back. I heard her murmur happily into my neck. I gazed at the tangle of cables still on the floor. They could wait. A Daughter's Gift "No…I mean the other end!" "You want to kiss my…?" I had no intention of letting this opportunity to further awaken her pass by… "Certainly! But come here quickly, before I change my mind!" Memories of those first tense moments with Glenys coursed through me as my lips found the sweet dampness of my daughter's bush. I slid my tongue deep inside her cleft, sweeping down into her gloriously aromatic tang, parting, teasing, and searching out that hotly jangling point that would send her convulsing into orgasm. I felt her tongue return to my pussy. A finger entered me. More easily this time – she must have wet it in her mouth… Celine exploded around me. Soft quivering thighs gripped and released my head. Her hands, already tangled in my hair, dragged me closer to her as she bucked and squirmed and writhed in her pleasure throes. Her sobbing moan of ecstasy into my pussy reverberated throughout my body. At last, when the crashing waves finally released her, my daughter crawled up into my arms. We slept, breast to breast, belly to belly, until the small hours. Then I left her, after covering her with the sheet, and made my way to my own bed. Dan was hard asleep and did not stir when I climbed in beside him. In the morning, even if he noticed Celine's smell on my face when he kissed me good morning, or the fact that I was naked, he made no comment. I sensed that Celine and I might be losing control of the rollercoaster ride we had embarked upon. It was not my intention to make her a lesbian, but it seemed that this was the direction she could be headed in. My conscience was also beginning to prick me over the blossoming relationship I had set up between her and her father. I fretted over these things for hours whilst she was at school until I finally plucked up the courage to speak to her about it when the bus delivered her home. She took me in her arms for a long hug… "Don't worry Mum. It's cool…I know exactly what's happening…what I want…" Celine returned to sit on the breakfast bar stool she had been occupying. To my surprise, she began to coquettishly raise the long school uniform skirt she wore. When the hem reached her knees she looked me in the eyes and whispered, "And, when I want it…" My daughter was suddenly reaching heights of maturity far beyond her previous innocence! I dropped willingly to my knees. When I kissed the smooth insides of both her knees, Celine parted her legs and raised her skirt slowly up her thighs, inviting my soft, licking kisses to travel higher… "Mum, does Dad kiss you "down there"?" In between seeking, climbing kisses: "He surely does…did…my darling…some men don't like the way a woman smells…or her wetness…but your Dad loves…loved to drive me crazy with his tongue…I used to orgasm non-stop…so many times!" "Is it different with a man?" "Sometimes it is a little…more demanding…more insistent…and his face feels rougher between your legs…especially when he needs to shave…not smooth and soft-cheeked like a woman…" "I love the way your face feels down there, Mum!" I reached the narrow strip of cotton that hid my daughter's sex from my mouth, kissing licking seductively in the small hollow at the apex of each thigh: "And I love the taste and smell of you!" "Ohhhhh, Mum!" Eager fingers appeared, dragging her panties to one side and exposing her puffy, damp lips to my eager tongue. I coaxed her, teased her, bathed in her juices, drank in her perfume, raised her to the trembling brink time and time again and then denied her the release she so desperately begged for. Finally, after more than half an hour of exquisite torture, I relented. With one last sucking swipe of my tongue on her clit, I tipped her over the edge into that overwhelming, surging flood that only women can experience. That evening, Celine was late finishing her homework. I began to worry that our encounter that afternoon had tipped her completely into the arms of Sappho. For his part, although he made out that he was reading the news as usual, I could see that Dan was impatient for Celine to come and repeat the goodnight ritual that had so recently become established. At last she arrived. He got to his feet, eager to greet her, his erection already rampant inside his shorts. When she was close to him, she reached out a hand and stroked its hard length appreciatively. Then she allowed him to take her in his arms and hold her close. Celine signaled to me to go and join them… She reached between her and her father and undid the buttons on his boxers. Pushing him away from her slightly, she pushed them down over his hips to release his raging hard-on and then trapped it against her belly. When Dan moved to undo her bodice, Celine pushed his hand away with a sweet smile and a shake of her head. Then, in one fluid movement, she lifted her nightdress up and off, and melded her naked body to his. With her cheek resting on his chest and her eyes fixed on mine, she clasped Dan by his strong buttocks and hugged closer to him. Moving sinuously against him, she caressed her father's nakedness with her own, rubbing up to his hard body with her soft breasts, her belly and her thighs. "Mum," she whispered, "you've got too many clothes on…" I joined them in their nakedness in a flash. They welcomed me with open arms into their winding dance without steps, and we clung together until Celine kissed us both and murmured, "Dad, I want you to take me to bed…" Dan swept her up in his powerful arms and carried her to our room. Celine held my hand, dragging me with them. On our bed, his eyes glowed as he knelt over his daughter's spread-eagled form beneath him, drinking in every detail of her ripe, youthful beauty. I took hold of his long, thick prick and ran its bulging head up and down her gaping slit, teasing her tiny button with its blunt roundness and drawing out ever more copious lubrication from within her. Celine grasped the backs of her knees and drew them up to her chest, offering her wide-stretched, wetly pink orifice to his cock. I positioned it at her entrance and then, placing my hand lovingly on my husband's ass, I pushed him gently, telling him that I was alright about him having intercourse with our daughter. Celine caught her breath as she felt him, hot and hard, sinking slowly into her, his thickness spreading her sheath open little by little until he filled her, his pubis pressed firmly to hers. Although this was her first time there was no blood, nor did she show any sign of pain. Dan stayed still for a few moments, deep inside, holding her with his strong arms, before beginning little pulsing movements with his hips, making her feel the full length of him jerking in her belly. She whimpered softly as the little pulses gained momentum. His movements deep within her turned to hot friction. Her breathing burst out in hoarse, rapid gusts as his hips jolted faster, harder, forcing her to raise her hips to meet him. As he plunged into our daughter's tight channel, Dan brought his hand down to her pussy, laying the heel of his palm flat on her mons, pulling the plump flesh there taut as he drew it upward. She squirmed and let out a little gasp as he moved his thumb down onto her clit, stroking it as he slowed his thrusts. He pulled his cock out until barely his tip remained inside. He pulsed it gently there, letting her feel momentarily empty, anticipating his easing slowly back in. At each withdrawal, the whole of his length glistened with the copious juices he had generated within her. Every breath Celine exhaled became a soft, rasping moan. He slowly pumped into her rhythmically, teasingly, as he worked her into a squirming frenzy with his thumb's caresses on her clit. I had lost count of the times he'd done exactly the same with me! Then, knowing she was close to the edge from the combination of his insistent touch on her tender little nubbin and his hard thickness arcing in and out, he resumed his previous tempo, moving from smooth, gentle, swooping thrusts back to staccato pounding lunges. Celine told me in a quiet moment we shared later, that at that moment his cock seemed to grow even longer and thicker within her until it seemed to take over her whole body. Her panting breaths rose higher and higher in pitch until, at last, with a high, keening wail, she came. And in midst of her abandon, Dan let his semen burst from him. When they eventually fell apart, Dan lay flat on his back beside her with his chest still heaving from exertion. Celine sat up and held me in her arms, "I love you, Mum," she murmured. Then she leaned to her father and kissed him on the forehead, "And you too, Dad." Together, my daughter and I looked over our man's supine form, in particular at the soft, wet, wrinkled tube at his groin. "It's amazing how something so small can grow so huge and make you feel so wonderful," she observed. "Mmmmmmm, your father's cock is wonderful. And it doesn't take much to make it live again either." As if agreeing with me, Dan's cock stirred lazily. I leaned over and took it between my lips, and began to suckle with my tongue. I could smell and taste my daughter on him. Sure enough, it quickly began to thicken and grow in my mouth. I withdrew and indicated with a look that Celine should take over. "I told you he was virile, didn't I?" She got to her knees and bent over her father's abdomen. From her tentative manner, I deduced that she had never sucked cock before. "Don't worry; he won't pee in your mouth. In fact, it doesn't taste of anything much at all until you get him excited and his pre-cum starts to flow…you'll enjoy that!" I held Dan's stiffening member invitingly upright and Celine finally lowered her mouth onto it. His groan of pleasure when her lips closed around him dispelled all her inhibitions and she was soon licking and sucking as if she had been doing it all her life. They looked so wonderful together; she with her lithe, slim curves and he with his strongly muscled power, it made my heart swell with happiness. Celine's position on her knees was most inviting. I kissed her rounded buttocks, all around and down into the deep cleft between them. I skirted her anus – I might have freaked her out going there so soon – and made my way to the rosy, sex-bruised lips further beneath. I worked my tongue into her channel and lapped up my husband's cum, which oozed still from inside her. I searched out her fiery button and worried at it with lips and tongue until her gorgeous bottom writhed and clenched from the pleasure and my face was drenched with her juices. And when Dan released his gushing sperm down her throat with a great roar, I sucked on her clit hard, sending her into twitching paroxysms of ecstasy. Hours later, after Dan had taken her twice more, my daughter and I cuddled, with our spent lover asleep beside us. "How do you feel now?" I whispered. "I feel wonderful, Mum! So alive! Thank you for letting me do this for you…and for Dad." I was nonplussed. I thought I was the one who had made all this happen! "What do you mean?" "It's my special gift to you. Thank you for letting me help you to keep Dad. He won't leave us now, will he? And we can be together, just us three, forever…And maybe, one day, you will get better and we can enjoy being together even more…"