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Birddoggin' Ch. 1

By: Red_Writer



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My daughter came home from a hard day's work while I was watching the evening news at ten. I had heard her car pull in the driveway by our bedroom and smiled. She was a beautiful girl and as her proud father, I was always glad to see her.

After a minute or so to greet her mother in the kitchen, the door flew open to our bedroom and Summer came bounding into the room to jump on the bed with me. 

"I'm exhausted, Daddy," she said, giving me her big, winning smile. "Rub my feet!"

It was a game she had played with me for most of her life. Summer loved to have her feet rubbed. With us it wasn't, "Hi, Dad, I missed you," or "Hi, Dad, I had a great day." It was always, "Hi, Dad, rub my feet!"

She lay down face-forward on the bed and waved her diminutive feet in my direction. I grabbed her left foot and tucked her knee between my knees. Then I began to enthusiastically massage Summer's foot.

I give a great foot massage, even if I do say so myself. Not that I have to. All the women in my life would agree. Maybe that's why Summer likes them so.

"How was the restaurant tonight, baby-doll?" I asked my girl, looking down at the back of her honey-blonde head as she watched the news with me.

"Exhausting, like I said, Pops," she giggled. Summer knew I hated that name, or would have hated it from anyone except Daddy's girl. "We were busy all the way to the end. Great tips though!"

Summer had never worked a day until about three weeks ago. Since she was going to State University in our own city in the fall, her mom had agreed to let her work the summer to get some experience and earn more spending money for the school term. I was proud that she had taken to it so well, having been a gorgeous but unproductive spoiled brat all her life until now. It turned out she was highly motivated by the cash though, saving every penny that she earned.

I was also proud of her for a lot more reasons than that. Witty and intelligent, Summer was the ideal of grace in an eighteen year old girl. She loved to read and was impeccably slender, yet curved well at the same time. Her only flaw was an occasional flurry of adolescent acne still, but her mom was quick to take her to the dermatologist whenever she had the rare outbreak these days. Her complexion was usually flawless, though; her skin a smooth, creamy color typical of the best of our English and French ancestors.

"That feels so good, Daddy," she said, moaning with pleasure as I caressed the soul of her foot with both hands.

"I can make you feel better, baby," I whispered to her, tucking her leg further between mine until I began to rub it against my hard, denim-encased erection.

"Not again, Daddy," she whined plaintively, but unconvincingly. "Let me just relax for now and you rub my feet like you used to do when I was a girl."

"You know I'll do that, sweetheart, but you're over eighteen now. I've been telling you since your birthday that I can rub you other places and make it so much better," I said, crooning to her gently. Her leg felt good against my stiff prick as I swayed it gently from side to side.

Summer leaned all the way forward and lay her head on her folded arms. I could see her lovely face in profile and her beauty almost took my breath away, just like it always did.

"If I let you touch me like that one time, I don't know that I could ever stop, Daddy" she said wistfully, then closed her eyes as if to concentrate on the movement of her leg.

"So don't stop, Summer," I said candidly. "I told you from the beginning that I want everything. I'm not some teenager wanting to grope you in the backseat, young lady. I'm your father and you know I'll love you for the rest of your life, no matter what."


"And Mom doesn't mind?" she asked again. 

It always came up in these conversations. The door she had left open let the sound of an opera aria drift through the room, competing with the low volume of the television news. Lori was in an operatic phase these days and couldn't seem to get enough.

"I've told you before she doesn't, but why don't you call her in here and ask," I told my daughter. I knew her relationship with Lori was at least as important to her as her relationship with me.

I had nothing to fear, either. Lori knew what I was doing. 

When I was a young man, I grew up just outside of town close to the country. We had a word for it then. We called it birddoggin'. Boys would birddog the girls until they gave in and gave them what they wanted. Now, I was birddoggin' my daughter.

I was never the most handsome or smartest kid I knew. I learned early on that persistence really did work when I wanted something. When I became interested in girls, I found out what birddoggin' was all about.

I'd dated casually off and on during adolescence, but every woman I'd ever really loved and made love to was as a result of birddoggin'. 

Momma was the first woman I ever birddogged. I worked on her for nine months. At first it was flattery and attention. Then hugs and caresses. Finally, my labor came full term and she took my cherry late at night while Dad was on a business trip. Mom and I still relive those happy days every now and then, even now.

I birddogged my sister too when we both went off to college together. Momma wouldn't let me while we both lived at home, but I convinced her that Sis and I could share expenses and save money on dorms. Sis is married now with her own family and even though we're close, we haven't made love in years, much to my regret.

I birddogged Lori shamelessly while we courted. She was older than me and prudish back then. It took six whole months of hard work to get between her glorious thighs. She was the best move I ever made and the best woman I could have chosen as a wife and partner. Lori's a damn good mother and a great lover, even if she is ten years my senior.

I had even birdogged my long-time secretary at work; an older widow and one of sweetest and most loving women I have ever known. JoAnn continued to serve me loyally at work after fifteen years together. My wife Lori knows about the affair, even knew about it when I first became obsessed with JoAnn after working with her for two years, but I would never have allowed it to break us up. I loved them both too much for that and I convinced my wife that my love for JoAnn didn't lessen my love and commitment to her.

At forty-two, I've only had four sexual partners in my life. I had birddogged each of those beautiful women. None of them had come to regret overcoming their initial reluctance about getting into the sack with me. The same persistence I used to get them into my bed was also used to give them the widest possible range of pleasure after they capitulated.

But at fifty-two years of age, Lori's libido was winding down. She was happy these days with making love twice a week or, if she was feeling especially randy, three. I'm still more interested than that and rarely go a day without masturbating at least twice. I had talked with her openly about my needs and my attraction to Summer. Lori had been initially reluctant. I had to birddog her for at least a year before I got her half-hearted approval.

"It still has to be her choice, Paul," my wife had told me late one night when she had finally agreed. "She can't think you'll stop loving her just because she doesn't want to have sex with her father."

"You know me better than that, Lori," I said, my feelings almost hurt by the accusation. "I love Summer unconditionally."

Tickling Lori gently around the waist, something she doesn't particularly like, I said playfully, "Laura's gonna retire some day. Maybe I should wait and hire a pretty, young secretary to take care of me."

Even in the dark, I could see her smiling as she swatted at me. 

"You better not," she giggled. "At least with Summer I can keep an eye on you."

As if we had mentally called her, Lori cleared her throat at the door as she switched off the television. She smiled and shook her head as though to gently chide me for the sexual play with our child in our bed. Even so, she sat down on the opposite side of the bed beside Summer and brushed the girl's honey-blonde hair out of her eyes, demonstrating her affection for our beautiful daughter.

Summer's restaurant made all the waitresses were basic black pants and tops as uniforms. Her delicious, young ass in the tight slacks had been the main reason for my erection, so I decided that it was just the time to advance things while we all were sitting on the bed together.

As the two women talked, I laid Summer's leg flat on the bed and scooted closer toward her middle. They were talking about her night and how much work she had been required to do - and how much money she had made!

Very deliberately, I leaned forward and began massaging my daughter's wonderful ass cheeks and the tops of the backs of her thighs through her pants. The conversation stopped immediately. Summer gasped at my audacity. Lori looked at me indulgently, neither encouraging nor discouraging what I did as long as our daughter didn't verbally dissuade me.

It had been a long time since I had a young girl's ass in my hands. Her flesh was firm and she felt warm through the thin material. Through the cloth, I could feel her snug panties. Desire to see her clad only in her pretty underwear welled up in me. Our daughter had the most intriguing collection of panties. At least, they were intriguing to me.

Summer was moaning under my intimate touch. She was a sensual girl who always enjoyed hugs and kisses, especially from Daddy. Her eyes fluttered, looking up at her mother to make sure that she was allowing this familiarity. Seeing no discouragement in Lori's visage, Summer closed her eyes again, reveling in the sensations.

After she became acclimated to my touch, I used my right hand to caress between her legs. I began lightly and gently rubbing my daughter on her mound, raising her slim young hips rhythmically. Even Lori's eyes went wide watching the mesmerizing movement of my hand on our daughter's crotch. Summer drew another deep breath, then moaned so sexily that I almost climaxed in my pants.

With my thumb I pressed upward at what should have been the space between her vagina and her anus. My fingers twirled and undulated on the spot where her clitoris should be. It was like working blind and a little frustrating, but such a deep-seated, erotic fantasy as intimately caressing my beautiful daughter right beside my loving wife was worth anything.

Summer groaned again. She hunched her hips back at my hand as she squeezed her ass cheeks tight, pressing my hand into the bed sheets. Then she began to hump her hips up and down. I looked up gratefully at Lori, knowing that Summer's climax was just a matter of time. My wife was shaking her head in disbelief at what she was seeing, but her eyes were wide and moist with excitement. Our actions were turning Lori on as well.

So I slid my other hand under Summer's shirt and leaned forward to lay beside her so that my daughter was between my wife and I. Reaching under her slender body, I began to delicately caress the breast closest to Lori through her brassiere. 

Summer rolled her head to look at me. Her face reflected equal amounts of confusion and sexual desire. Going further, I swirled my fingers underneath her lacy bra to feel Summer's modest, peach sized breast. 

"I love you, baby," I whispered to her, glancing upward toward her mother to let her know that she too was loved.

"I love you, too, Daddy," my daughter moaned, pushing herself back at my undulating hand.

Then a truly beautiful thing happened. As I caressed Summer's breast, her mother reached over and stroked her daughter's soft hair. Then Lori began to roll Summer's black knit shirt upward. Exposing the back of the bra, my wife undid the catch. By loosened it, Lori was allowing me better access to our daughter's breasts. 

Even Summer rolled her head and looked at her mom. I too stared, amazed that Lori would not only just permit me this pleasure, but in some small way was cooperating and assisting.

My wife smiled down at the two of us lying side by side. I could see Lori's own braless breasts, her nipples erect and proud in her loose, casual shirt. I was never more in love with my wife than right then.

Summer turned her head back to me and I drew closer, lightly kissing her sensually on the mouth. Just the subtle pressure of our lips together caused my daughter's hips to pump more wildly. She was getting closer to release, so I began to kiss her deeper and also to caress her breast more aggressively.

She began to squeeze her legs together harder and a low, throaty groan issued from deep inside her. Raising her head and bowing her body, Summer pressed down on my fingers and climaxed hard, her eyes squinting in concentration as she tried to maximize her pleasure.

Like all women, Summer was most awe inspiring in orgasm. I had only thought I was in love with her before. Seeing her in ecstasy only bonded me more closely to my exquisite daughter. Knowing I was the source of her pleasure made me proud and even more exhilarated.

Looking back up at my wife, I again tried to non-verbally express all the love I felt for her, too. What a wonderful partner I had found! One that was even now willing to share life's most intimate joys with me.

But I also know women. I was happy at this latest advance in our relationship, but left here, the progress was tenuous. Summer was still mostly clothed. I hadn't even seen her fully naked yet and had seen only glimpses of her bare breasts. There needed to be more, something even more dramatic to be sure we didn't slide back to the verbal stage we had been in for the last several weeks.

There was also the matter of me needing relief. I wanted Summer to realize our new relationship was just that. We needed to meet each other's needs. So I decided to give her a practical demonstration in my own desires.

Rolling my daughter's happy and compliant body onto her back, I kissed her gently on her mouth. Still, as I began to completely remove her shirt, I could sense her panic.

"Easy darling," I told her tenderly. "I'm not going to remove your pants, I just want to see the breast I was touching just moment ago."

She relaxed then and allowed me to raise the shirt up and over her head. I looked down and drank in the loveliness of my only daughter and told her how much her beauty pleased me.

Then, straddling her hips, I tossed off my shirt and unzipped my blue jeans. 

My cock was hard and stiff when I brought it into view. Summer gasped again and even Lori looked almost fearful. 

"Relax, Summer," I told her. "Just watch this time."

Using my hand, I began to slowly pump my turgid staff. I had no idea how experienced with boys my daughter was. Girls grow up so quickly these days. Surely mine wasn't the first erect penis she had seen, or probably the largest. I had an agreeable eight inches with a circumcised crown that flared out and looked especially swollen at the moment. Precum quickly coated the head and I swirled the slick fluid around and returned to the rhythmic, regular stroke.

Now that it was me being stimulated, my hips couldn't stay still, either. Soon they echoed the undulation that my daughter's pelvis had danced with previously. This time though, my cock seemed to thrust out obscenely toward the two women I loved most in the world. Looking at their shocked and excited faces, I became more and more aroused at the brazenness of what I was doing.

Then I saw it, Lori reaching out to grip my shaft! I let her take my hand's place. As her familiar, but different grasp and rhythm took over, my arousal leaped ahead and I strained to hold it back. When her other hand reached forward to fondle my balls, the cause was lost! I felt the liquid fire of orgasm burning through me and spurting out my prick.

At first my eyes rolled back from the ecstatic sensations that roared through me. When they fluttered open again, I saw my daughter's face and breasts adorned with the first gouts of my thick semen. The sight, and her mother's continued pumping, coaxed another two agonizingly wonderful spasms from me, nearly doubling me over in pleasure. Eventually, as Lori drew out the last sweet strokes slowly, a few thin, weak globs fell inertly on Summer's flat belly, sliding down to fill her remarkably deep belly button.

I felt happy but drained. Summer looked amazed and was completely taken aback at what should be done next. Lori, always the organized and efficient one in the family, said she'd fetch a towel and be right back.

I raised up and began massaging semen into my daughter's flawless breast and stomach. She giggled as I tickled her a little accidentally and it seemed to break the tension that had filled the room.

"Do you always shoot that much, Daddy?" Summer snickered. Her tongue eased tentatively out to lick a strand that had landed just on the edge of her lip.

"Only my first time with a beautiful woman," I teased her back. "And that doesn't happen very often to me."

"Tonight was certainly an education," she smiled and then rolled her eyes comically at the exaggeration. As her mother showed up and began to mop up, she laughed and added, "I'm definitely going to need a shower before I go to bed."

"Need me to wash your back?" I asked playfully, exaggerating my leer to give her plenty of reason to turn me down. 

"I think we've done enough for tonight," she commented, a sentiment that both Lori and I nodded in agreement with.

"Besides, you're needed right here, mister," Lori chimed in. "Watching you two has got me horny. You can put your talented tongue to work while she's in the shower."

I grinned ear to ear, amazed at my wife's boldness. Never before, or at least not in my hearing, had she even hinted at any sexual act in front of our daughter. Then she amazed me even more by leaning forward and kissing her daughter on the forehead she had just wiped clean.

"You're welcome to join us in bed after your shower, Summer," she said invitingly.

What a wonderful wife I have! And a wonderful daughter!

"Not tonight, Mom," she said and smiled, leaving the possibility open for the future. "I think you two need some time alone for now."

"Thanks darling," her mother replied as Summer kissed her cheek before leaving. "I love you too, baby."

Then Summer turned to me and her kiss was almost impossibly soft and wistful. I reached forward and stroked her still-bare nipple gently with the back of my hand. Summer quivered delightfully at the touch.

"Good night, Daddy," she finally said wistfully. "And thank you for tonight."

"Thank you, darling," I told her sincerely. "And Daddy still loves you, little girl."

Her eyes danced with mirth and she gave me a saucy wink before flouncing out the door.

Turning back to Lori, I gazed longingly at my partner and the love of my life. 

"I hope you have a while," I warned her. "I plan on showing you just how grateful I am."

"It's getting late, dear," she said, her excited eyes dancing merrily. "Maybe half tonight and then you can show me again in the morning." 

Author's note: Let me know if you like this story or if you think it should continue. Story ideas are always appreciated. And please be sure to vote! 

Birddoggin' Ch. 2



It was a summer Saturday morning and I was feeling especially randy. Understanding my own nature, I knew that this condition wasn’t precipitated by any urgent biological need.

It was because I was alone in the house with Summer, my beautiful eighteen-year-old daughter.

Images of her wonderfully firm breasts had burned into my mind from the other night and everywhere I looked I saw shapes that reminded me of Summer’s bosom; the rumpled fold of a bedspread or the ripe, delicious apple I ate this morning for breakfast.

Whenever I was birddoggin’ a woman, I had a tendency to be a bit obsessive about her. With my beautiful Summer just now, I was in full-bore birddog mode.

Summer had run her bath already. It was her Saturday morning ritual. We all had our rituals on Saturday morning. Summer took a two-hour soak, or so it seemed. Lori, my indulgent wife, usually went shopping, but sometimes it was just out to visit with girlfriends. Me? I usually just hung around lazily, planning plans and scheming schemes about whatever pretty girl I was birddoggin’ at the time.

And she happened to be the naked girl in my daughter’s bathroom just now.

I’ve always been one for the direct approach. Persistence, concentration and unflagging determination. That’s my motto. It’s done well by me so far.

So I knocked on Summer’s bathroom door.

“I’m taking a bath, Daddy,” she yelled happily, making noises by splashing around a bit as though to verify her claim.

“Yes, I know, babe,” I told the door. “But your dear ol’ Dad is dying of loneliness out here. What do you say I come in there and wash your back for you and we can both be entertained.”

“Dad!” Summer said, laughing in exasperation. “You know that Saturday morning is my bath time, my by-myself time.”

I turned the doorknob and cracked the door open a bit so she could hear me better. Another motto: If they don’t tell you specifically not to do it and it gets you closer to the girl, do it!

“I know, dear. And I can respect that. I just wanted you to know that if you’re spending Saturday mornings in the bathtub masturbating, I’d love to help.”

“Daddy!” Summer howled with laughter. “You’re a dirty minded man with a one track brain.”

I pushed the crack in the door wider until I could just peek in and see her sitting upright in the bath. She could see me too, looking at her through just the sliver of an opening.

“Yes, dear. That’s true,” I said agreeably. Another motto: When you’re birddoggin’ a woman, by all means, be agreeable.

“Now that you’re an adult I think it’s time you learned about men, sweetheart. We’re all dirty minded and we can only mentally operate on one track at a time. I’ll be glad to teach you so much more if you’ll just let me wash your back for you.”

I nudged the door open a bit more with my foot. Summer leaned back, her small firm breasts riding high and lovely on her slender chest. She had her honey-blonde hair up in a bun, held up by a scrunchie in the back I’d be willing to guess. Just looking at her made me hungry, again; I wanted to lick and nipple those pink nubbins that crowned her breasts until Summer and I both cried for me to stop.

She was looking at me full in the eye, thinking about my offer. That’s always a very good sign. Whenever ‘doggin’ a woman, I always let them have plenty of time to think it over. Women have usually surprised me. Their often as dirty minded and one tracked as the guys. Even wrapped in an innocent package like Summer.

“Mom’s not here,” Summer whispered very softly. “It wouldn’t be right.”

Ah! So that was it. She thought that since her Mom was with us the first time that I initiated sex directly, we should only fool around when Lori was here. That would cramp things a bit, though it had been awfully exciting to play with Summer when her Mom had been sitting on the same bed with us at the time.

“Your Mom knows she’s not always going to be here, Summer,” I explained. “As long as we’re honest if she asks, and don’t try to sneak around when she’s here, she’ll be understanding. She loves us both and we love her. Nothing about you and me will ever change that, dear. I promise.”

“Are you sure, Daddy?” she asked, sounding like a little girl. “I want to, but I just can’t believe she doesn’t mind.”

“She invited you to come sleep with us, didn’t she?” I reminded her, leaning casually against the doorframe, establishing an unchecked presence in the room. “That was her own idea. I didn’t put her up to it. And, if she offered, then it was from the heart. You’re Mom’s the type that doesn’t change her mind on stuff like that.”

“I meant to ask you about that,” Summer said, suddenly flushed with what looked like embarrassment. It sounded like an intimate father/daughter question coming up, so I moved gently into the room and sat on the toilet just four or five feet from her. 

“Mom didn’t want to… I mean, she wasn’t inviting me to…” Summer sounded like no matter how she tried to word it, she just couldn’t speak the words.

So I helped her out by telling her, “I took it that she was inviting you to come and sleep with me. Your mother has never expressed any sexual desires for you to me. But, if I were you and interested one way or the other, I’d talk to her about it. It might be something she wouldn’t feel comfortable telling me.”

“This is all so new to me,” Summer said, shaking her head in wonder and exasperation.

Wanting to comfort her, I kneeled down at the side of the tub and eased her forward to wash her back just like I used to do when she was a baby.

“We’ll never do anything you don’t want to do, sweetheart,” I explained low and gentle as I washed her back. “If anything concerns you or bothers you, your mother and I have always been here to answer any of your questions. There’s nothing you can’t ask. We both love you.”

“There’s so many questions,” Summer said, sounding a little dazed by the situation and definitely confused.

I soaped my hands up and switched to Summer’s front. The bathwater, which came up to the middle of her bellybutton, was so soapy that it was opaque. That meant Summer was already clean, so I just caressed and massaged her with my soapy hands.

“Just ask any question, baby,” I crooned softly into her ear while palming her breast. Summer shivered ever so slightly in pleasure, but seemed too mentally distracted to really get into it.

“OK, why are you doing this?” she blurted out finally. “Did I do something to turn you on or anything? Something I don’t know about?”

“No, honey!” I said as compassionately as possible. Her nipples were firm and I swirled each one very lightly in the flat of my palm to make them erect. “You’re just a beautiful girl and I’m just a horny guy. You didn’t have to do anything except stand there breathing and I’d be turned on by you, even if you are my daughter. Especially if you are my daughter! All fathers feel like that.”

“All men are like this? They’re all attracted to their daughters?”

“Every one I’ve ever heard of that was willing to be honest about it. Yes! Summer, I guarantee you that every girl you went to school with was lusted after by her father. Even the ugly ones. A man’s daughter is special to him. He wants to love and protect her. He wants to teach her and be the one that makes her a woman. Whether he has the courage to admit that to himself or not.”

Summer turned her face to me fully. Her eyes were warm and large, two infinite blue skies I could get lost in very easily.

“And girls. It’s not weird if they want the same thing?”

“You mean to be loved and protected by their fathers? No, there’s nothing weird about that, darling.”

“No, Daddy,” she said, exasperated with me. “I mean if they want their fathers to teach them. And … and make them a woman.”

I smiled at Summer, my best warm, protective Daddy smile.

“No Summer, there’s nothing weird about that; not if the relationship is not weird. Not if they love each other and no one is being forced to do something they don’t want to do.”

Summer leaned forward. I met her in the middle and our lips pressed delicately together. She tilted her head just slightly and the velvet of her lips made my whole body ache with desire for this lovely creature.

As she leaned back, I returned my hand to Summer’s soapy nipples. This time, my daughter’s hands rose up to hold mine to her breast. Summer leaned back and closed her eyes, so sensual and exquisite.

“I’ve always thought about you, Daddy,” she said so softly that I could barely hear her. “I always felt guilty about it. When I play with myself, most of the time it’s you I think about. Your hands on me, just like now. Your lips, kissing me. Your … dick … in my mouth, and in my pussy.”

“We can do all that, darling. It’s all yours, with no strings attached.”

“I don’t know, Daddy,” Summer said, opening her eyes and looking directly at me again. “You’ve always been just a fantasy until now and I still feel a little guilty even thinking about it.”

“Well, I won’t lie and tell you I’m not going to rush you,” I smiled, causing us both to grin, easing the tension. “You know your dad, or should by now. If you give me an inch, I take a mile of pleasure, and then some!”

Before she could reply, I went on, “If it were me, I’d climb into this tub and take you right here and right now. Or lift you out and take you wet as you are to a soft bed somewhere to ravish you like you never dreamed of being ravished before. “

“That’s the man in me that wants you right now as much as anything else there is. But I’m also your loving father. That part of me will take as much time as you need and do anything I can to make you feel loved and protected.”

“Does that make sense?” I asked my daughter.

“Yes, Dad,” she said softly. “I have two sides in this too. At least two, maybe a million! One part of me wants you to climb in here too, though the soft bed seems a nicer idea than this funky water. But the other part still wants to be your little girl. I’m scared you’ll never look at me the same once we do it.”

“You mean once we make love? Once we fuck?” I said, intentionally vulgar. At least, innocent Summer thought it was vulgar. The idea of fucking her made me throb all over.

“I won’t look at you the same, Summer,” I said honestly. “And you won’t look at me the same either. But you’re an adult now, or learning to be one. You’re entering college in the fall. We have to learn to interact with each other as adults now anyway. That’s a hard thing to do, no matter what. Our relationship is changing as you mature, no matter what. We’ll always have love. Sex is just another means of being intimate, of expressing intimacy.”

Summer leaned back again and closed her eyes, trying to make sense of her conflicting emotions. I could have left her to it, let her settle things on her own; but I know young girls. Sometimes they just need loving guidance.

“I think of it this way, Summer. I want to be more intimate with you. You’re a very special person and I can’t think of any downside to being intimate with you, as long as we’re honest and respectful of each other and to your mom. I’m already going to be thinking and fantasizing about you. I’ve made love to you hundreds of time in my head, young lady. It sounds like you’ve done the same for me. I just want you to be there next time. Really there. I know the real you will be so much better than the fantasy. I just know it.”

Summer moaned softly and if she was anything like me then all the fantasies we’d ever had about each other were whizzing through our heads just then. 

I saw her briefly in my mind on the kitchen table. She was naked and I was eating her for breakfast. 

Summer and I were making love on her frilly, feminine bed for the first time. We were cumming together, her legs wrapped tight against me as our bodies arched together in climax.

We were making love in the shower. After we fucked hard together, both of us eager and anxious, Summer knelt down and licked our combined flavors off of my softening staff.

I don’t know what Summer’s fantasies of me were, but the ones I’d had of her were steamy. I wanted to explore all of mine, all of hers, and then put our heads together to come up with a few more we both could share.

When my thoughts returned to the physical girl and her warm breasts my hand was still trapped against, I looked up and Summer was staring into my eyes again. Her own blue pools looked bright and alive with need.

“I’ve always wanted to taste you, Daddy,” Summer whispered. Then, blushing and breathing deeply, she became more courageous, “To suck you.”

I gently massaged her breast and nodded in encouragement for her to go on.

“I think about it here sometimes, in my bath. I think about sucking your… your…”

“Cock,” I offered when she seemed reluctant.

“Your cock, Daddy,” Summer finally said, flushed and excited. “That’s one of my fantasies of you.”

I stood up and began to take my clothes off. 

“That’s just like my fantasies about you too, Summer,” I told her as I shed my clothing. “Eating you. Tasting you. Licking you. I’ll eat you anytime, anywhere, and for as long as you’ll let me.”

Summer moaned and her hand pressed between her legs under the dingy water. I started to suggest we go elsewhere, but this was her fantasy moment, not mine. I’d let her script it.

“Where do you want me?” I asked when I was naked. I almost hated to interrupt her. She seemed to be enjoying her fantasy so much with her eyes closed.

“Stand over me,” she said very softly. “Here in the tub.”

She sat up straight and then leaned back with her head against the wall. Even though it was a big tub, it was still crowded with my feet planted to either side of her bottom. Thankfully, since Summer is tall for a girl, I didn’t have to squat down. Instead, I leaned against the wall over her head and my cock was at the same level as her face.

Summer just looked for a moment, her gaze taking in my stiff eight inches. One hand, her left, crept up my leg and she began to tentatively explore. First she rubbed her palm ever so lightly along the length of my throbbing shaft. Then, her fingertips set out to map the contours of my scrotum, cautiously pressing in to feel my testicles.

Her careful touch was magical, soothing and arousing at once. It reinforced how innocent Summer really was. Even if she’d seen an erect penis before, she wasn’t comfortable around one yet. But it did seem to excite and arouse her. She wore a red-tinged blush on her neck and the top of her chest.

“Can I show you what I like?” I asked, anxious over this slow pace.

“Yes,” Summer gasped in relief. “I don’t know where to start.”

Grasping her smaller hand in mine, I led it to my shaft and gripped it, my hand covering hers. Then I angled my rigid cock down toward Summer’s mouth, but kept a bit away, showing her first how to set a rhythm with her fist.

“Pump it slow and easy like this, baby,” I cooed. “When my hips start moving, you’ll know I want it faster. See those clear drops weeping out of the slit. That’s called ‘precum’, Summer. It’s to keep you slick inside. Some girls like the taste.”

She took the hint, leaning forward slowly just enough to swab the crown with her small, pink tongue. The feeling and the sight were electric. My hips danced forward, nudging her lips like an eager boyfriend knocking at the door.

But, as her father, I pulled back a bit, not pressuring her. Summer showed she was listening to what I had said, though. As my hips began to rock, her hand worked just a bit faster, stroking about half the length of the shaft each time.

“That’s it, babydoll. Don’t rub - grip! Let the loose outside skin slide along the hard muscle underneath. When you get the urge, just bathe the head again. Enough to keep it wet. That feels so good.”

“This DOES feel good, Daddy,” Summer groaned. “And it looks so hot. But I have to taste you more. In my mouth. Please stick it in my mouth!”

“OK, girl,” I told her. “I want that, too. I just didn’t want to rush you.”

“I’m not a child, Daddy,” she replied sharply. “I’m a horny woman. Don’t tease me with it. Fuck my mouth.”

I know she didn’t know what that meant, but it sounded great anyway. Pressing her shoulders and head back against the wall, I brought my cockhead to her lips and Summer opened wide to take me in.

I slid in and gasped. I was prepared to tell her to wet her mouth, but it was already wet. And hot. Her mouth felt feverishly warm. Her off hand abandoned my shaft and reached around to pull my ass cheeks closer. She took another three, then four inches in before she gagged. Since I knew she would, I was ready with a quick backstroke.

But she recovered fast and soon she wanted more. She pulled me back with that eager left hand again. Meanwhile, her right hand was doing an underwater waltz between her legs.

She had me rock in and out of that sweet mouth, three inches at a time. Summer had been right and I had been wrong. She did want me to fuck her mouth. It wasn’t deep, but she made it tight and wet and warm.

Agonizingly warm! I’d never felt a woman with a warmer mouth. Like a warm, tight vagina. That’s what Summer’s mouth felt like! It was easy to close my eyes and believe I was fucking her. She was moaning and whimpering with her mouth filled up, sounding just like a young girl getting laid.

She became frenetic, pulling my hip back and forth briskly with her left hand. Not that I needed the encouragement. My balls felt tight and full, the familiar burn started in my prostate and began to scream up my thick staff. Just at the time she screamed out in her own release, I flooded first her mouth and then her chin with thick, heavy white cream. Release had never felt so good or precious as when achieved in my daughter’s sweet mouth. Wave after wave passed through me, I shot semen against her wet lips, against her cheek, and finally into her hair.

“Oh, Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!” Summer chanted, rocking her hips in the water until she came to rest, nuzzling and nursing on my testicles. I slumped briefly against the wall, precariously upright in the slippery tub, my hands caressing my daughter’s face and neck.

We were comfortable in this seemingly awkward position. I could have stayed here all day, as long as Summer wanted to softly root against my balls and occasionally take my relaxed cock into her mouth for a brief kiss and suck. Eventually though, she pressed back on me, wanting to get up.

“Cut the shower on, Dad,” she said in a husky, mellow voice. “Let’s rinse off together, then I’ll let you dry me off. Would you like that, Pops?”

She laughed, knowing I hated that name, but knowing it was endearing coming from her. We rinsed, and kissed, and cuddled under the warm spray. Her enthusiastic, exploring hands, and her soft body to rub against, soon had me erect again before we were done.

But there was no hurry now. Summer had become the compliant playmate, devoted to doing anything I asked. 

She allowed me to lean her against the wall of the shower and caress her firm butt cheeks with soapy hands for the longest time. Even the fingers that slipped between those firm globes didn’t distress her much, nor the soapy tip that swirled around her ticklish anus. 

When I had delved and pleased myself enough with her sudden submissiveness, we finished up and Summer stood before me as I dried her with our largest thirsty bath towel. It took a while, but only because I was savoring the experience I’d dreamed about so many times.

“Do you know how often we’ve showered together in my dreams?” I asked her. “Or how often I’ve dried you off like this?”

“Every Saturday morning you were in the bath with me,” she countered and raised. “When we were through, would you like to know what we did?”

“Yes, Summer,” I groaned in wonderful agony. “I’d love that very much.”




Birddoggin' Ch. 2



“You’d carry me in your arms to my bed,” she murmured, almost lost in the dream. “You always said you liked to eat me when I was fresh and clean.”

“That was my dream, too,” I lied. But it was only a white lie. I’d had that dream a few times, but more intense ones, too.

I quickly dried my own damp flesh, not bothering to be thorough. Throwing the wet towel on the floor, I scooped up the light teenage girl, carrying her to her virginal bed.

I’d never asked Summer if she was a virgin, and never would. It didn’t really matter much to me. Not because I didn’t care, but because I’d planned to treat her like one no matter what. To me she was a virgin, and maybe a part of her always would be. We’d have to see if I felt the same way one or two years down the road.

But for now, I carried her to her very feminine bed, having to brush aside her stuffed bears and kittens so I could lay her flat. Summer still clung to a few of the symbols of her youth. It was a very endearing quality just now.

Then I kissed my way down my daughter’s body, stopping once more to seek out her breasts with my eager tongue and hands. I explored the expanse of her belly and the depth of the button I found there. My tongue tasted a bit of soap we’d missed in its warm depth. It was not at all unpleasant, however. It reminded me of our pleasure in the bath.

Then I went lower. I munched on hips and flanks, the soft warm flesh of the pride of my loins. I suckled the tender insides of her thighs, until she urged me to stop delaying our mutual, inevitable goal.

“Please, Daddy! Quit teasing me! Don’t make me beg for it,” she whimpered.

So I flattened my tongue and licked upward from just before her well-scrubbed anus to the crest of her honey-covered mound. Each spot had a different flavor on my tongue, my brain flagging every centimeter as a space that needed further research. Summer’s thighs rose; she draped one ankle leisurely across my back, the other she stretched wide to open herself more.

I spied the rich, pink insides of my daughter’s glistening inner lips. The color and texture drew my nose as surely as any magnet could. She had a heady smell and a rather tangy flavor. It was not at all intense or unpleasant; it was only that my own senses so eagerly sought them out.

My tongue slipped in, active and insistent. Summer cried out, arching her back and unconsciously trying to pull away. When she realized what her body was doing, she reversed herself and thrust her young hips up enthusiastically, stretching wide and giving me complete access.

I’d forgotten the joys of an agile, limber body. Summer placed her hands under her knees and pulled them up to her chest, essentially getting her thighs and legs completely out of my way. Her vaginal lips stretched tight around my tongue as she did. I moaned deeply, thinking what that would feel like if my cock were deep inside her pussy when she did it.

“Please, Daddy! Hurry! Lick my clit,” she begged me. 

Kids are always eager. Always in a hurry. I wanted to wander and play and fulfill my fantasies. She wanted to get off, to explode with fireworks and to feel the earth move.

I had to remind myself again that this was her time. If I hooked her on the pleasure, got her addicted to the joys of family sex, there’d be plenty of next occasions.

So I moved up, my tongue dancing and playing around Summer’s hooded clit. The little nub was peeking out, swollen and almost erect. I licked both sides as well as above and below; then softly, began to lick the clit itself. As I did, I began to tease her lower lips with one long, thick finger.

Summer’s hips bounced off the bed, wanting firmer pressure. As she whimpered and moaned, I bore down with my tongue, and gave her more of the finger as well.

Summer cried out and I felt her moist flow increase. I licked the dew of her flower then spread it on her clit, lubricating that hard stamen with her own nectar.

As she exclaimed, I pushed my finger firmly into her depths. Summer convulsed, her hips rocking up of their own accord, rubbing her clit furiously on my tongue as we worked together to maximize her pleasure. I let another finger graze her anus, tweaking the ticklish outside and causing Summer to bounce and flail even more.

Finally she moaned deeply and began to climax. I buried the finger and left it deep, flicking the first agile knuckle around inside. My daughter’s thighs clamped around my ears, holding my tongue in place and giving her something more to thrust up against.

She bucked three or four more times, deep thrusts combined with deep groans. Then Summer’s body slowly went slack, as though she was collapsing, but in slow motion. The only muscles in her body that seemed to still react were the ones in her hands that sought to pull my mouth off of her clit.

Reluctantly, I pulled away. Summer’s young vagina somehow bore a satisfied expression. Her hair was a bit matted, her lipstick a bit smeared, but my! she had a pretty face!

“I see you two have been having fun,” my daughter and I heard from the doorway. 

It was her mother, Lori, my wonderful wife!

“Someone left a mess in the bathroom, though,” she chuckled. “One of you better clean it up, and I know who I think ought to do it. What do you think, Summer?”

“Well, I was having a wonderful bath by myself before he interrupted,” Summer giggled, relaxed and happy. “But he’s more than made it up to me since.”

“Yes, he has a way of doing that, doesn’t he,” my wife said to her daughter as though I wasn’t even present. “Still, make him work for it a little. Men get so cocky when everything goes their way. I think cleaning up the bathroom will help to bring him down to earth.”

“Perhaps your right, Mommy,” Summer grinned wickedly.

“Don’t turn her against me, Lori,” I said playfully to them both. “I’d almost had her convinced I was the greatest guy in the world.”

“Maybe you are, but you’re still just a man. Summer needs to learn the way we women keep you men civilized,” my wife said casually. “If he’s going to be your man too, Summer, I can’t have you reversing twenty-plus years of training, dear.”

Wife and daughter smiled at one another, coming to some unspoken agreement I was apparently left out of.

“Of course, Mother,” Summer said, smiling warmly. “I have so much to learn, with two great parents so willing to teach me.”

Thus began Summer’s real education that year, which only incidentally was the year she entered college. I home-schooled her in the ways of the flesh. Lori home-schooled her in the ways of women. And Summer taught us all a thing or two as well!

Author’s note: Constructive feedback is always welcome, as are votes. If you have an opinion on this story for good or ill, I’d love to hear it.



Birddoggin' Ch. 3



Edited by: Sixty-nine

This story is, naturally enough, a continuation of Birddoggin' 1 & 2. While this dog is intended to be sexy enough to hunt on its own, a proper understanding of the art of birddoggin' can only truly be appreciated in sequence! ~~Red

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"Come on, Dad," Summer encouraged me with her beautiful smile. "Rub my feet!"

My daughter was naked and lying on her back. Her small breasts were still firm and conical in that position, as only a young girl's can be. Her mother, chaperoning the two of us, sat on a chair in the corner of our bedroom ostensibly reading a book.

Though neither of them said it, I had the impression that until Summer and I made love Lori would always be chaperoning us. Her concern was that, through my persistence and determination, I'd get my nasty ol' cock up Summer's tight virgin pussy before she was ready.

I'd never do that to Summer, though. She was my darling girl just as much as she was Lori's. In a sense, their distrust was mildly aggravating, but they were giving me a lot of leeway here. A real birddogger like me just loves leeway. Pressing leeway to its inevitable capitulation was exactly what birddoggin' was all about.

"I'd love to rub your feet, baby-doll," I said sweetly, grinning down on her lovely face and beautiful body. I was naked too and I figured that the longer we played around naked in bed the closer I'd get to the day that Summer was ready to spread those wonderful thighs for me.

With my honey-haired daughter lying flat on her back, I took one of her legs and put it between my own kneeling legs. I was sitting back on my haunches and scooted all the way forward until Summer's foot was tucked in tight against my cock and balls. Then I lifted her other foot into both hands and began to sensually massage it. "I'll rub your feet if you rub me too," I grinned mischievously.

Summer's eyes became big and wide as she considered this new trick of mine. Tentatively, her small, soft foot wiggled and nuzzling itself between my already erect shaft and loose scrotum. Under my encouraging smile, she began to gently stir my balls with her toes.

"That's nice, baby-girl," I encouraged her, rolling my eyes and enjoying the strange sensations. In return, I gave her a world-class foot rub, tenderly caressing the soles of the foot in my hands. I used my vast massaging experience to press my thumbs with just the right amount of pressure into the balls of her foot and its delicate arch. 

A woman's foot is truly a thing of beauty if well cared for. Unfortunately, most women I'd known took more care of their shoes than their feet. With dead skin and hard calluses it's no wonder their feet hurt so much when they stand up all day in the shoes they wear.

Now there are two very good reasons for the dedicated birddogger to have a sincere interest in a woman's feet. The first, of course, is that a good foot rub is almost always appreciated. Ingratiating himself into the hearts and the beds of the woman he's after is the whole of the game for the true birddog. The path to many a woman's bed was in massaging her feet. I'd learned that early on from Mom. She damned near climaxed every time I rubbed her feet once she had taught me how. She still did whenever we were together, too.

The second reason the dedicated birddogger needed an interest in women's feet didn't really apply just now with Summer. Usually, when you're in a position to massage a woman's feet, you're also in a great position to look up their skirts. Since my only daughter was already naked, it didn't work that way this time. Still, by spreading her legs just so her labia opened just a bit more and the light but heady fragrance that wafted up my nose was just lovely!

So first one foot and then the other. Very slowly I rubbed her feet the way I knew she liked. Summer had the most beautiful, small feet. She could have been an Asian girl with such perfect feet!

When the first foot was done, I lowered it into the place of the other and started on the second foot. I gave Summer's foot a nudge with my pelvis and used my hand to show her how to rub her foot up and down the hard shaft very gently. It wasn't the most stimulating sensation I'd ever felt, but it was intriguing. More importantly, though, it was a sexy thing to do. It was exciting Summer and getting her to use her imagination about sexy play.

So I kept rubbing her foot, occasionally nuzzling it with my face and blowing warm air between her toes. Thankfully Summer wasn't ticklish on her feet. 

Even a dedicated birddogger like me gets bored with such games eventually, though, so I reached down and started caressing the thin lips of my daughter's vagina between two fingers. She was wet and excited already from the play. Like most young girls, it didn't take her long to climax but, just as typically, such a quick cum wasn't hard or deep.

Summer's orgasm relaxed her even more, too. Meanwhile, I was hard and ached to fill her up right then and there. It would have been the perfect time, too. Her flower was all wet and open. It would have been so right to fill it!

She must have seen it in my eyes because Summer reached out her arms and held me off. "I'm not ready yet, Dad," she whined softly.

My balls were tight and aching from wanting Summer so badly. I think that's why my wife stepped in when she did. "You can't just leave him like that, Summer," her mom said gently. "A man has needs too, just like you a minute ago. You got him all hot and bothered. You have to learn to take care of him."

"What should I do, Mom?" Summer asked, tentatively reaching forward, grasping my hard prick in her hand and pumping it slowly.

"That's a good start right there," Lori grinned, "but you need to learn to be a bit more creative to really please him."

I moaned softly, letting Lori know that creativity was exactly what I wanted. When Summer looked back questioningly at her mother Lori started to describe something even we hadn't tried in a long time. "Have him sit on the edge of the bed, dear," she began to explain. Summer and I both moved to comply making sure Lori would get a good view of the proceedings. 

"A little further to the edge so that his balls hang down nicely over the side of the mattress," Lori continued. "Yes, just like that. Now on your knees in front of him, girl. A man always loves to see that. That's good. Now pump that fat cock in your hand and watch his face for a reaction."

This was kinda fun, especially with Lori giving directions. She must have sensed that we both liked it because, after just a moment, she went back to her instructive dialogue. "Swirl your tongue in your mouth now, Summer. Build up a lot of saliva. When you have a whole mouthful, rise up and let it dribble out over that hard cock while you're pumping it. Be sure to keep his prick nice and tall, that way it won't run off to the side. Try to coat his whole shaft with it."

To me she said, "Lean back on your arms more, darling. You'll still get a good view from there. Don't hover over her so much. Let your young lover have room to work.

Then again to Summer, Lori said encouragingly, "That's perfect, Summer. Just like that! Now use the wetness to make your grip on his cock nice and slick. Yes, just like that. Men love a good, wet cock, dear. That's the secret to a great handjob or blowjob. Keep that fat prick good and wet and he'll love you for it, won't you, baby?"

"It's wonderful, girls," I told them both agreeably. "Damn that feels so good! A little faster, baby. Yes, there!"

Lori got up from her chair and kneeled behind Summer. At first, she looked like she was going to whisper in her daughter's ear, but when I grunted and my eyes grew wider Lori must have seen I wanted her to say it out loud.

With a smile, she told Summer just loud enough for me to hear, "Now bend over and start licking his balls. Keep the rhythm, though. Men love a sexy rhythm like that!"

Summer's tongue on my balls was like heaven! Her licks were just instinctively right. She was initially tentative. The first few strokes of her tongue were very light and just enough to graze the prickly hairs that surround my sack. Soon, as my daughter became more brazen, her licks became firmer and more loving. Eventually, she was laving my nuts with her wonderfully wet tongue, just as good as her mother with years of experience.

Lori let that action go on for a while. She was looking up into my face. She could tell exactly how much I was enjoying it. Then, at just the right moment, she leaned over and whispered to Summer, "Very gently now, suck one of his nuts all the way into your mouth."

I groaned aloud -- it was almost a wail -- at the feel of it. Summer's hand showed she was excited by it, too. She began losing her delicate rhythm as she concentrated elsewhere, but she more than made up for it with her enthusiasm.

"Now the other one," Lori instructed her. "When you get good at this, you can do them both, but not tonight. For now just go back to licking your daddy's balls. Every now and then, suck a testicle in again." 

Summer's hand was getting dry now. Lori must have seen this because she got up and brought some lotion from her dresser. Now sitting beside me, Lori leaned me back until all I could see was Summer's hand thrusting up and down on my hard cock. 

Then my wife raised the bottle of lotion and squirted just a dollop on the crown of my cock. It was cool and felt lovely, especially as it began to dribble down the shaft. When it reached Summer's hand, I was in heaven again.

I started straining upward with my hips, trying to help Summer with the rhythm. Her mouth felt too good on my balls to let her stop. I wished terribly that Lori would have her tickle my asshole as well, but that would have been asking too much.

"His hips are raising up high. He's almost there," Lori said. "No, don't stop to look. You have to get a sense of these things, baby. Feel how close he's getting. I bet that nut sack is nice and tight now."

It was. My testicles had tightened so much that even eager Summer couldn't get one all the way in her mouth. I was about to blow all over my sweet daughter's grip.

Then Lori reached down and I could feel just the tip of her finger wiggle against my anus. With a roar, I yelled out a fierce grunt and spurt like a geyser, coating my stomach and the top of Summer's head with hot spurt after hot spurt. 

After the first shot hit her head, Summer looked up in amazement, not having the foresight to keep pumping even a little. She watched in joy as wads flew up in decreasing trajectories. Eventually, my semen just sputtered out in a weak, but soothing flow that coated my cockhead.

"Very good," her mother praised. I wasn't sure if my wife's adulations were for my daughter or my tired cock. "He really shot a bucketload that time, didn't he?"

"That looked so cool," Summer said with teenage enthusiasm. Indeed, it had been very "cool" from my point of view to.

"Thank you, baby. That felt wonderful," I gave her my heartfelt gratitude. Then, looking at Lori, I said, "And thank you, too. Especially for that bit there at the end."

"What was it you were doing, mom?" Summer asked innocently. 

"I'll explain it to you later, dear," she said, smiling mischievously. Then she cryptically added, "Secrets of the trade."

"Go get a towel, dear," Lori instructed her daughter. Then she turned back to me and smiled happily. "You seemed to enjoy that thoroughly."

"Only one thing might have been better," I said, relaxed but still focused. Always a birddog.

Lori laughed, then smiled as Summer came bounding in and only said one word in reply.

"Soon."

After they wiped up everything else, Lori stood my wilting staff up as best she could and gave me a mischievous wink.

"Now this part you have to finish off with your mouth, Summer," she told her daughter seriously. "That soft head is too sensitive right now for the towel. Easy though, baby. Just gentle licks."

For her part, Summer dutifully did as her mother instructed. She swabbed the head of my prick gently with her small, pink tongue. For my part, I was looking at her mother in astonishment, wondering what thrill she was getting from seeing her only daughter lick the semen from the crown of my cock.

When she was done Summer, with the refreshing innocence and sincerity of youth, announced to us both, "Doing all this has got me horny again. Feel like licking me now, Dad?"

I certainly would have loved to accommodate her, but Lori beat me to the response. "How about I show you something different, Summer? I'm sure your father will just love this lesson, too," she said, throwing something of interest out for both of us.

As she rose from the bed, she instructed Summer to sit up near the middle and to prop herself up on pillows against the headboard. Then she walked over to her dresser. The moment she put her hand on the drawer, I knew I was in for a treat. Summer was in for an even better one! From her magical drawer of feminine underwear and whatnots, Lori pulled out a slim, delicate looking pink vibrator. It was the first one I had ever given her, and older model and it ran on batteries. 

Lori turned it on, still turned away from Summer; just to make sure it still worked. I had no doubts about it, even when she held it to her cheek. That vibrator was special to Lori. She had a sentimental attachment to it.

Turning on her heels back into the room, Lori gave me a naughty wink and settled on the foot of the bed with me so we could both see the festivities. She held the vibrator erect in her fingers so her daughter could see it clearly.

"I'll let you borrow this for a while, Summer, but I want it back in working order. You've got a job now, so I'm sure you can afford your own batteries," she said laughing.

Summer's eyes were wide and eager. I'm sure she must have known what a vibrator was. From the way they both were acting, I had to assume that Summer didn't have her own yet. I was surprised that Lori had neglected this part of her education thus far.

"This is a slim one and I know your Dad will appreciate that later," Lori said with a bawdy chuckle. "In fact, if we ask him, he might request that you refrain from putting it inside you for a while. You'll have plenty of fun for now just rubbing it on the right places on the outside." Lori handed the toy over to her daughter, showing her how to twist the base to start the vibration. Then they both sat back as Summer tried to figure out what to do next.

"Cut it on to the lowest setting and then gently hold the shaft anywhere except directly against your clitoris, darling," Lori instructed her daughter. "Your button will be too sensitive until just before you're ready to climax."

Summer did as her mom instructed, giggling nervously when she cut the mechanism on. She oscillated slowly through the three speed settings before going back to the lowest one.

Then her mother and I watched our daughter put the vibrator down between her widespread legs and gently place it just to the right of the hood of skin that covered her clit. 

"Oooww," Summer smiled, pulling it away briefly and looking at her mother with eager eyes. "That feels real nice." From the look on her face when she returned it to its place, 'nice' was an understatement. Summer closed her eyes and seemed to concentrate solely on the sensation for almost a half of a minute or more. Then she nudged the small vibrator closer to her clitoris. A little too close, it seemed, because she pulled it halfway back.

There wasn't as much action here as I would have hoped for. Still, I don't think I'll ever get tired of looking at Summer's perfect pussy. Her lips were glistening and were getting wetter by the moment. The thin lips of her vagina separated even more clearly as she became aroused and I saw the lovely pink of her interior.

"Slide the toy between your lips, darling," her mother instructed her in soft, easy tones. When Summer dutifully obeyed, Lori explained, "Use the toy to spread your moisture around, especially up and around your clit. That will feel so good baby."

Summer was already starting to pant softly. Any fool could see she wouldn't last long with that pretty toy between her legs.

Then Lori did another, amazing, astonishing thing. Taking my hand in hers, she brought my middle finger up into her mouth and liberally coated it with saliva as she lightly sucked it. Then she gestured with a nod of her head that I should use that finger to pleasure our daughter.

I knew just what she wanted me to do. When Lori used her own vibrators while I was around, she often had me stick a finger or my cock inside her to cum on. She'd told me that she had yet to find a vibrator that could simulate the feel of hot flesh in her vagina. So on my knees I crawled up gently, making sure not to break Summer's concentration.

The moment my finger touched her wet slit Summer jerked reflexively and looked up When she only saw her smiling, encouraging father and mother, Summer closed her trusting eyes again and concentrated on the sensations that the toy was delivering to her young, inexperienced vagina.

Gradually I worked my thick finger into Summer's quivering, young cunt. She was so very tight that it felt absolutely fuckinwonderful! I couldn't believe how snuggly she gripped my finger. Lori had been right to make me wait. Summer's pussy wasn't ready just yet to accommodate my girth.

Not that she was far from it either. As her pussy got a real taste of a man's finger, it seemed to fairly flower open and suck the digit in. She was slick enough and wet enough that I was able to give a gentle thrusting motion by the time I was in to the second knuckle. Summer gasped when I did that and then, somehow, opened her legs up even wider.

What a hot, little number my daughter was! Beautiful and lovely, Summer's passion made the birddog in me howl at the moon. My god, I truly wanted to fuck her badly! The daddy in me also wanted to hold her tightly and protect her innocence.

Part of her looked so grown up and mature, especially right now. With her legs spread and my fingers inside her, Summer looked almost positively whorish. Still, the other part of her, the part that was responding to each new thing we tried and each new sensation, was positively innocent.

Both parts made me want to fuck her just as much!

Almost too quickly, Summer's tiny vagina tightened up unmercifully on my thrusting finger. She squinted her closed eyes in concentration while the muscles along her belly rippled with convulsions. She let loose a low, grunting pant as she climaxed, a sound that made my balls tingle all the way to the root! "Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!" she chanted as she came. 

With each breath, I tried to slide my finger deeper, most of the time to no effect. Eventually though, she loosened and relaxed suddenly all over. The hand baring the vibrator fell limply at her side, forgotten. 

Lori leaned forward and took the slender appliance from her loose grip, switching it off. She brought the device up to her nose first, giving it a sniff. Then she offered it to me to do the same. Then, again to my amazement, she promptly drew it into her mouth and sucked it clean!

That night, Summer slept in our bed for the first time. She slept on the other side, away from me so I wouldn't prod her accidentally with my hard cock throughout the night. Still, it was lovely to hear the gentle rhythmic breathing of the two women I loved most in the world.

Author's note: Let me know if you're continuing to enjoy the Birddoggin' Series. I have appreciated all the feedback that I've received so far! Thanks for taking the time! ~~Red



Birddoggin' Ch. 4



Edited by Sixty-nine

Author's note: While this story can be read as a separate piece, the full effect of the characterizations and their motivations wouldn't be fully understood unless you've read the Birddoggin' series more or less in order.

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My wife, Lori, was already asleep when our daughter got home from work the next night. Lori typically likes to go to bed much earlier than I do anyway, but we've made it a habit of turning in at the same time for the sake of intimacy. Often, I would watch my lovely older wife fall asleep on my chest even when I wasn't feeling particularly drowsy at the time. Then, like tonight, if something caught my attention, I'd slide gently out of my side of the bed without waking my soundly sleeping spouse.

What caught my attention tonight, quite naturally, was the distinct smell of young pussy that just naturally throws a birddog like me into high heat!

I love a late night rendezvous in the kitchen. When I was younger, I often used to enjoy them with my mother when I was living at home, and then with my sister when we were both rooming together at college. That was, of course, when I was still birddoggin' sis, before she moved her things into my room and we began sleeping together full time. After that, if either of us woke at night feeling horny, it was just a simply matter to tease the other one awake and then attack them at just that lovely time when they were half asleep and half awake. Sis was especially tricky about that.

My daughter, Summer, came in exhausted, as she often did from her restaurant job. Since she worked at a Japanese bistro in town, she usually had the smell of tempura in her hair and on her clothes. I often thought of the irony of my gorgeous WASPy daughter working in an Asian restaurant. She didn't look at all Japanese even though she did have some of the same delicate features that make young Asian women so lovely.

"Rub my feet, Daddy," she said to me in her typical Summer greeting. This time, though, she didn't even mean it. Instead, she came into my arms and just needed to be held for a while.

"Ugh, that was a hard shift," she moaned in complaint. I held her tight, my hands roaming over her slender sides, my cock getting harder with the feel of her in my arms.

For answer, I brought my lips to hers and drank of the loveliness that only a young daughter can share with her loving father.

After a long, sensuous kiss, our tongues dancing around each other for the longest, most delicate moments, Summer sighed into my mouth and we parted briefly. "Oh, Daddy! You're horny again, I can tell. Don't you ever get enough?" she chuckled, but she rubbed her small, bra-encased breasts against my wide chest encouragingly while she said it.

"Actually, you haven't officially 'given me' any," I reminded gently, always pressing for the moment when Summer and I would have intercourse. "But even forgetting that, baby doll, the answer is, 'Absolutely not!' I don't know if I'll ever get enough of a beautiful girl like you."

"You say that now," she teased me speaking low and sensually as she rubbed her slender hips against my bulging crotch, "but after I give it up to you, you'll grow tired of me just like you have Mother."

If I thought that Summer really understood me, I would almost have taken what she said as an insult. As it was, I just used the comment as a means to further her education. "Honey, I've never grown tired of your mother, and I never will. I love her more today than ever before. Your mother just isn't as interested in sex these days as I still am. I won't lie to you and tell you that I wouldn't be after you anyway, you're gorgeous after all, but just because I desire you doesn't mean I've gotten tired of your mother."

"I know, Dad," Summer said softly, a bit embarrassed for what she had implied. "I was just teasing. I know you love Mom."

"Okay, darling," I said tenderly, pulling Summer even closer into my embrace. "I just don't want you teasing me about not loving your mother. Tease me about something else. Tease me with that pretty ass of yours." I winked at Summer when I said that and patted her playfully on her bottom with both hands. She giggled, then spun away agilely and went to the refrigerator for some refreshments. My daughter worked at a restaurant but always came home hungry and thirsty. In fact, as slender as she was, when she came home from work was about the only time she really ate.

She brought out a big hunk of cheese and poured herself a tall glass of milk. Summer was definitely a dairy kind of girl. I could easily see her growing up in Wisconsin on a dairy farm. The thought of Summer dressed up like a sexy country girl was a very intriguing one, a thought that appealed to the birddog in me in particular.

"Were you listening to me?" I heard Summer ask abruptly.

"Sorry babe, I guess I wasn't. I was just thinking about getting you a milkmaid's outfit to wear around the house," I said, grinning roguishly.

Summer laughed, giving me a playful swat as she told me, "You are such a persistent man. I'd never date you if you were my age, you know. All you have is sex on the brain."

"I'd never let you date a boy like me either, darling-girl," I smiled, getting out a wineglass for myself as I did and pouring a glass of red wine for the two of us to share. "You won't be ready to date someone like me for at least a year or two."

"Why is that, Daddy?" she asked with a mischievous grin. "You want me all to yourself for that long?"

"I'd like you all to myself for your whole life," I said with an honest smirk, "but I know that's not realistic. No, dearest, you won't be ready for someone like me just yet because you need to go to school first in the fall. A man like me would have you barefoot and pregnant within six months and then all your mother's plans for your future would be down the drain."

My daughter laughed again, thinking I was over-exaggerating to her. Actually, it had been an honest assessment. In fact, if her mother wasn't here to chaperone the girl, I might have had her barefoot and pregnant on my own. Lori would never allow it, though, so that particular fantasy wasn't ever going to happen. Not that Summer wouldn't look lovely with a swollen belly, especially if her slender stomach was swollen with her father's own child.

"You weren't listening to me -- again," Summer teased me, bringing her small hand to caress the hair on my chest where my robe exposed it. "What were you thinking about this time, college robes or French maid outfits?"

"You'd look lovely in either," I said. Then, more honestly, I told her, "But no, I wasn't thinking about either one of those. Let's not go into that. Some fantasies a person needs to keep to themselves."

"I'll tell you one of my fantasies if you'd like," Summer said seductively while she continued to nibble her cheese and stroke my chesthair. What a lovely little mouse she'd make! A beautiful, honey-blonde mouse!

"Tell me your fantasy darling and I'll make it all come true, if I can," I said sincerely.

"I've always wanted to lay back on one of those big pillows in the living room and let you eat me while the television is on soft and low," she admitted shyly. No one said that Summer had very creative fantasies. Then again, she was still a young, inexperienced girl.

"That's one I'm sure we can accommodate, my love. Bring your cheese to the living room, my little mouse, and Daddy will give your honey-colored bush a very good licking."

"You're so bad, Daddy!" Summer trilled with delight. It was fast becoming one of her favorite sayings and one I'd never tired of hearing.

Recently, unbeknownst to either her mom or Summer, I'd gotten the porn channel activated through the cable company. I figured that somehow or another during the active birddoggin' phase of my daughter's education that a truly educational channel would come in handy. So after we both had moved our drinks and such into the living room, and as Summer laid out several of the large pillows into the middle of the floor, I turned on the television and selected the porn station.

Thankfully there was a cheesy movie playing with lots of big-breasted babes and huge cocked guys to get my daughter nice and juicy for my late night snack. When she saw what was on the screen, Summer's eyes lit up and she became suddenly more animated. "I've heard about this channel, when did we get it?" she squealed as she plopped down in front of the tube.

"I called the cable company just the other day. I told them my horny daughter just got her first vibrator and was demanding entertainment."

"You did not, Daddy!" Summer swatted playfully at me again. 

I used the excuse of dodging away from her as just another reason to discard my robe, leaving me entirely naked. Naked and with a very stiff erection already!

"Does that thing ever go down?" Summer giggled as she began shedding the dark clothing that was required attire at the restaurant. Her black, lace-embroidered blouse came first, revealing a wonderfully lacy black bra. Next, she wiggled out of the black stretch pants she looked so good in.

As she went to take off her matching panties, I stopped her and asked, "Do you know how sexy women look in black underwear? You look so erotic, girl! About the only color that looks as good on most women is a very sexy, hot red, especially with a satiny finish."

"What's up with you and clothes tonight?" she whispered seductively, striking a nice pose for my benefit while only occasionally glancing back at the distracting action on the screen. 

"Just thinking about you all day while you're away, darling," I told her, leaning forward to help her undo her bra. Then, after Summer's enchanting conical breasts were exposed, I helped her with her black panties as well.

They had a nice bit of fresh moisture at the crotch, so I brought them up to my nose where she could see me sniff them. "Oh gross, Dad!" she giggled. "Are you a panty-sniffer too?"

"I love anything with your scent on it, darling. Here, rub yourself against my tongue," I offered. "I'd love to sniff the source!"

"You're so bad, Daddy!" Summer laughed gaily, spreading her long, exquisite legs widely and inviting me in. I crawled up between them, ready to orally satisfy what to me, at right this moment, was the most attractive female that had ever walked the earth.


As I gazed at the perfection of my daughter's genitalia, I realized that when I was birddoggin' them, every woman had been that attractive to me. Even so, Summer was a special case. With my only daughter, it wasn't just that I had all my attention focused on her or that there was the added erotic thrill of seeing my little girl exposed to my eyes. There was also the very real knowledge that she truly was as beautiful as my overactive libido made her out to be.

Thankfully, she had taken after her mother in most things physical. I know I'm not the handsomest man, though Lori always tells me I am, but Summer even surpassed her mother's grace and elegance. When she fully matured, she was going to be absolutely stunning. As it was, she was merely drop-dead gorgeous.

"Are you going to just look at me or are you going to lick me?" Summer giggled, interrupting my mental revelry for the third time tonight. I chided myself, wondering why I was being so introspective when there was a naked, beautiful woman in front of my nose. Literally!

So I eased forward and took a long, healthy swipe of Summer's sex from the base to the top. She was already wet and her flavor was delicious and pungent at the same time. I was reminded as I stuck my nose deeper into my business that Summer had just finished a hard shift at work and hadn't had a chance to freshen up. Her mother would have chided her for allowing a man between her legs before she had a chance to wash, but personally I enjoyed the stronger scents and flavors. Lori could be too damn meticulous sometimes, not that I didn't adore her.

So like an innocent puppy, I nuzzled around and licked all through my daughter's delightfully aromatic crotch. If the area had been large enough, I would have bodily rolled around and gotten the scent of her everywhere in my pores. If I could, I would have smelled like Summer's fragrant pussy for the rest of my life. That's how intoxicating the bouquet of her was to me at just that moment.

"Lick me, dammit!" Summer whined in frustration. Summer didn't curse often -- she got that good habit from her mother -- but when she did it was important!

So I licked! I licked lovingly, up one side of her thin labia and down the other. I licked enthusiastically, flicking the tip of my tongue repeatedly over her hooded clitoris like the fluttering wings of a large butterfly. And I licked deeply, spreading her vulva with my thumbs and slurping Summer's succulent sweetness from the warm, pulpy center of the moaning girl.

Looking up the long, slender expanse of my daughter's nude body, I saw her passionate eyes locked on the television screen. All I could hear in the whisper of the television volume were women's voices raised in ecstasy. Taking a brief glance as I fingered her, I saw that Summer was intently watching a girl-on-girl scene with a gorgeous big-titted brunette eating out a younger, less well-endowed blonde.

As I redoubled my efforts on my daughter, I wondered if she saw herself in the role of the blond being eaten. I scooted her bottom around a bit so I could glance at the screen from between her thighs. It only took a second, but I was rewarded by a grunt from Summer encouraging me to hurry up and get with the program and a pretty ass shot of the brunette on the television screen. The actress had a nice ass, too -- nice and wide and made for fucking!

When I was busy eating her again, my daughter gave an especially deep moan and I glanced up from my Summer snack and saw two fingers filling the screen sliding in and out of a very wet, very stimulated pussy. No doubt it was meant to simulate the way the brunette was fingering the younger girl, but in any case, the visual certainly excited Summer. Understanding her needs, her dear old dad slipped a big, fat finger inside his little girl's greedy snatch.

"Oh, Daddy! Give me another finger, too!" Summer pleaded. She wanted to be filled just like the girl on the screen. But I had consciously made a decision almost a week ago. Summer wouldn't get her itchy pussy filled completely until it was filled with Dad's big sausage.

Instead, to give her something else to concentrate on, I used my other index finger to start stimulating my baby girl's little puckered anus. Summer went as wild this time as she had the last time I had lightly rubbed her there. This time, though, I was determined to take it further.

Since there was plenty of lubrications in the area from Summer's copious juices and my own saliva, I slowly and gradually began to insert my left index finger into the tight ring of my daughter's rectum. Her mother usually never enjoyed penetration, but I know some women definitely do. My own sister had enjoyed anal sex probably more than vaginal. That made it especially sad that Sis never came to visit anymore, like Mom did.

The more finger I eased into Summer's tightness, the more distinctly I began to believe that she took after my sister far more in this regard than her own mother. Instead of being displeased with my action, Summer became even more ecstatic, trying to push down her hips to get the finger deeper, quicker.

With her active participation, it didn't take long before I had the finger completely inside my daughter's incredibly tight back door. Since she seemed eager for even more of the same, I began to thrust it gently in and out of her slick back aperture, gradually increasing speed. Summer's pleasure in anal stimulation seemed without bounds so far. As yet, she had said nothing or indicated in any way that she was discomforted by any of it.

Indeed, quite the opposite! She was encouraging me with husky, breathy pleadings, such as, "Oh, Daddy! that feels so good! Put it in deeper, please! Oh god, that feels so strange and wonderful!"

I even began to wonder if she might not enjoy a second finger in her asshole. I had no qualms whatsoever about stretching her out there. There wasn't any drawback I could imagine to Summer learning the pleasures of having her bottom well-attended to, so gently easing my finger to the edge, I quickly joined it with another and started stuffing Summer twice over as I continued to finger her pussy and lick her clitoris.

My lovely daughter became strangely still as I began to stuff my fingers back in her. Then, she started a wonderfully erotic chant as she tossed her slender hips in my face's direction and fucked herself harder on my fingers than I had been doing.

"Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!" she grunted with every pelvic thrust. With each lunge upward she would gasp air, and with each plunge downward she would grunt and chant that delicate, "Oh!"

It was all I could do not to toss her over and mount her. I wouldn't even have cared at that particular moment which hole I actually ended up penetrating. From the sound of it, I don't think Summer would have either. 

What ended up distracting me from the very real need to fuck her was Summer's incredibly responsive orgasm that she went into. With a sharp gasp and a gut wrenching moan, she thrust herself down as far as she could on my embedded fingers and came wildly and vocally.

"Oh, my god! Oh, my god! Oh, my god! Fuckin' fuck me!" she grunted and moaned in harsh whispers. Then pumping her hips up and down quickly, she chanted, "Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck Daddy! Fuck Daddy! Fuck Daddy, fuck my ass!"

Her climax seemed to last forever, or maybe she had more climaxes than one. At one point, concerned for her, I quit licking her clitoris and reared back on my haunches to watch Summer impale herself over and over on those two stiff fingers in her ass. It seemed like she would never get enough until at last, several incredibly long minutes after she had started, my daughter collapsed into the oversized pillow she was lying on just as abruptly as she had started.

The intensity of Summer's orgasm actually eased my own aching need somewhat. My rapidly breathing heart and my gasping lungs felt like I had already gone through an orgasm with her. My hard cock and sore balls had another idea, though.

Summer lay exhausted before me, those lovely, long legs akimbo. It would have been so easy to cover her and plunge deeply into her wet, tight little cunt. In fact, the more I looked at her with her eyes closed, the more I wanted to do just that.

So, forcing myself into action, I did something else. Something I knew even Lori would have approved of had she been here.

"Turn over, baby," I urged Summer as I went to roll her over. Gently I eased her slender, sensitive body until she was lying flat on her stomach with the large pillows propping up her middle. In this position Summer's succulent, young ass was almost even more tempting than her pussy had been from the other. The rich brown ring of her anus, slightly pink with irritation, was clearly visible. Instead of penetrating that inviting target, I gathered a large amount of my saliva into my mouth and leaned over my prostrate daughter. Taking the firm, soft cheeks of her ass in my hands, I spread them apart as best I could, letting my warm spittle drain out of my mouth and into the crack of Summer's tight young ass.

After I had reared back up, I quickly tried to gather some remaining saliva into my mouth to put some on my stiff organ. Summer began to come around again and began to realize her vulnerable position. 

"Don't do it, Daddy," she began urging me. Even as I calmed her, holding her in place as I coated my erection, she tried to squirm away.




Birddoggin' Ch. 4



"Easy girl," I soothed her as I began to lean over her. "I promise you'll enjoy this, baby. I know I will." 

Summer was still trying to scramble away, but weak as she was it was easy to control her. When I leaned my weight heavily on top of her, she gave up a little, especially when I started whispering in her ear. "Daddy would never hurt you, baby," I crooned, breathing heavily into the conch of her ear. "I just want to pretend, baby. Let me pretend I'm fucking you, Summer, as I rub my hard cock against this wonderful ass of yours."

Along the tight groove of her buttocks, slickened by my saliva and her bountiful pussy juice, my rigid cock slid easily back and forth almost effortlessly. After I was well seated in the middle of that open channel, I was able to make large thrusts, putting my whole weight against the base of my prick sliding along the firm, wet crease of her ass.

"Daddy, that feels wonderful!" Summer ooh'ed and aw'ed at the sensation of my hot cock rubbing against her sensitive ass. "It feels like you're fucking me, but you're not in me!"

Indeed, there was so much moisture and Summer's asscheeks felt so tight that it seemed just like I was fucking her if I closed my eyes tight enough and pretended. There wasn't at much friction as if I had been inside her pussy or ass, but it was certainly the next best thing.

Besides, I needed it so badly!

"Baby, I'm fucking you," I purred sensuously into her ear from on top and behind her. With each hard thrust I pressed her pelvis into the soft pillows. Without being inside her and with her hips well cushioned, I could pummel her as hard as I wished with my thrusts. Not that I hammered into her roughly, but I was certainly rougher than if I had been inside my young, virginal daughter.

Looping my hands under her armpits, I clasped her shoulders and used the grip for leverage to pull myself against Summer's slender body that much more. The little minx began tightening her asscheeks together every time I thrust down at her, increasing my enjoyment exponentially!

"Oh, baby! I'm going to cum!" I warned her, preparing her in my own fantasies for when Daddy shot his hot wad inside her.

"Cum in me, Daddy," Summer encouraged the realism. Then, briefly glancing at the side of her face, I saw that she was deep into this fantasy as much as I was. Maybe she too was imagining Daddy thrusting his big cock inside her.

"In my ass, Dad," she moaned as if in ecstasy. "In my ass."

I spurt hotly onto the small of Summer's back, then pulling back for another thrust, continued to spurt into the warm groove of her ass. My semen only made the tight track slicker so that with every spurt and with every thrust the outside of Summer's ass felt more and more like the inside. Or more and more like her pussy would feel. It was hard to tell which I was feeling more in my mind. Images of being inside her kept flashing quickly as I climaxed. 

Summer arching her ass up against me, impaling herself to the root in her hot rectum.

Summer arching herself back against me, driving me further into her tight little cunt for the first time.

Even, very briefly, Summer urging my thick cock all the way down her tight throat as I climaxed through her eager, oral ministrations.

With each image I found myself convulsing again, spurting more and more semen on my daughter's back and along her asscrack. Finally, when I had no more left to give, I leaned heavily against her, bearing her down into the pillows and against the harder floor.

"Dad, I can't breathe," she whispered when she couldn't bear my weight any more. Somehow I summoned the strength to lift myself off of her. Then, having moved, I determined that I was, after all, technically still alive.

"Baby, that felt wonderful," I praised her, "especially when you started tightening your cheeks like that! That was phenomenal!"

"It felt pretty good from down here, too," she said, smiling back at me contentedly.

My semen had pooled up at the bow of her back. There sure didn't seem to be as much as it felt like I had unloaded, but there was still so much that if Summer tried to move just then she'd make a sticky puddle in the carpet.

With a mischievous thought, I took my daughter's pretty, black cotton panties and began to sop up the mess. She hadn't seen what I was doing before I started, but as I got most of it soaked up, Summer looked back at what I was doing over her shoulder in that way that very limber girls can. There she saw her nearly saturated panties in my hands cleaning her back up.

"Hey, you rat!" she giggled along with me. "Those were a brand new pair!"

"You can still wear them again, you know," I teased her right back, feeling very loose and playful at the moment. My affection for this sexy girl knew no bounds at the moment.

"Yeah, but now I'll always remember where that pair has been," she giggled, not making much sense.

"It won't be the last time your panties will be soaking up my semen, darling," I warned her more seriously, but still with a hint of frivolity. "Next time maybe, they'll be soaking it up the normal way, like a real woman's."

Summer leaned her head on her arms, allowing me to caress her buttocks with the damp cloth, swirling the seed of my manhood and massaging it into her soft skin. She moaned lightly as though enjoying the image with me of my semen slowly draining out of her pussy into her panties. "Soon, Daddy," Summer promised me, echoing her mother from before.

Yes, Summer, I said quietly to myself. The high heat that had enflamed me earlier was now set aside for at least a little while. Soon enough, and then again, not nearly soon enough!

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Author's note: I hope you're enjoying her father's continuing pursuit of Summer. I'd appreciate any feedback on this chapter and especially love to hear from any others that have experienced the type of sex that is described at the end. It was a particular favorite of a girlfriend of mine when I was growing up and I've never read any other author quite describe it the way we practiced it. ~~Red