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Birds, Bees and Booze Ch. 01

By: AddToWater



Author's Note: While I can happily promise the reader a wonderfully graphic and thoroughly erotic climax to this story, I made a clear choice to allow the sexual relationship between a father and his daughter it to develop at its own pace. I hope you'll appreciate this journey as much as I did. 

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SUNDAY MORNING 

Fresh out of the shower, I used a washcloth to wipe the condensation off the bathroom mirror, wondering if I could still make eye contact with my own reflection. What had transpired over roughly the last 36 hours would change my life forever. And not just mine. There could be no going back. Could I live with myself? Could I continue doing what I had just done? 

As I began to ponder this existential line of thought, I felt a pair of soft slender hands graze along my naked midsection from behind. One hand reached up along my still-wet chest; the other reached lower and gently circled its slender fingers around the shaft of my long, flaccid penis. I looked down and watched that little hand, and my penis began to thicken once again. 

Could I live with myself? Yes. 

Then I felt the girl press her moist naked body against me from behind. I caught her reflection as she peeked around, her hair still as wet as mine from the shower we'd just shared. 

My daughter smiled at my reflection, and I smiled back. 

Could I continue doing what I had just done? Yes. 

But I should back up, my friend, and start from the beginning... 

LAST MONDAY 

Very shortly after my daughter Cait had turned 18, my wife and I began discussing how we needed to have certain "parental conversations" with our only child. Yes, it seemed a little late in the game considering our daughter was already well into her teens, but we justified our procrastination by the fact that Cait had been home-schooled throughout her elementary years, then had attended a prestigious all-girls private boarding academy for high school. With such close monitoring and "protection" from the temptation of the public school system, we had turned out an extremely bright and very capable young women. Intellectually she was light-years beyond any other girl her age. But in the "ways of the world" she was shockingly innocent. 

My wife Heather had attended every one of our daughter's gynecological examinations over the years, and she was 100% sure Cait was still a virgin. And we had very good reason to believe that Cait had never so much as kissed a boy let alone done anything remotely sexual with one. You may think, my friend, that we kept a short leash on Cait during her home-schooling and boarding school years, but the fact was that we actually gave her as much freedom and privacy as we could. We simply didn't want to subject her to a questionable education from the public school system. And Cait has always been open and honest and quite close to us. Never had there ever so much as a hint of rebellion or otherwise typical teenage resistance toward either Heather or me. But now Cait was 18. She had been accepted into a top-tier university, and reality was setting in: our little girl would be moving out soon. 

"Adam," my wife said as we were getting ready for bed for the night, "we still need to cover a few things with Cait before she's off to college." 

"Like what?" I asked, pretending not to know what she was talking about, as if that might prevent the inevitable. 

I had just finished brushing my teeth and was stripping down for bed. I always sleep nude. My wife was wearing her typical "pajamas" of just panties and an old soft t-shirt. She was sitting up in bed, looking up at me from the puzzle she'd been doing on her iPad. I enjoyed the domesticated view. I loved my wife very much, and at 42 she was still quite beautiful. While she no longer had the thinner 22-year body I had married, she kept in pretty good shape and still had large glorious breasts, which I still enjoyed staring at when I couldn't feel them. 

"Oh Adam," she giggled, blushing. "This is an important topic. I can't have it with you standing there completely naked! Get into bed." I grinned and slid under the covers beside her. She closed the cover over her iPad and continued, "We need to talk to Cait about what to expect in college. In the real world." 

"Like what?" I asked again. I kind of knew what she was talking about, of course, but I knew I could no longer be childishly naïve. 

"You know...like boys...sex...and drinking." 

I grimaced. "You don't think she's aware of those things, my dear?" 

"Of course I know she's aware of those things, darling! But, well, I feel obligated to give her a very specific and serious talk about it." She sighed, then continued. "I'm realizing that we kept her from facing the reality of such temptations with the education we've given her. When she starts up college she'll suddenly be surrounded by literally thousands of kids her age, half of them boys! The novelty of that, plus the ease of getting booze or drugs at college parties, may overwhelm her." 

I reached up and stroked my wife's hair. "Cait's been very easygoing and trustworthy all these hears, honey. I don't think you're giving her enough credit. I'm sure all we have to do is discuss this over dinner tomorrow, remind her that the next phase of her schooling will be much different, full of temptations, but that we love and trust her to make the right decisions. She will respect that." 

Heather looked down for a moment, then back up at me. "We do fully trust her, Adam, and I'm sure she knows that already. But think about how we behaved in our college years. Both of us came from pretty stable family situations, white picket fences and all that, and yet I know we both went a little nuts in college! I know about the girls you slept with before we started dating, and we were both drunk off our asses more than once!" 

"And look how we turned out," I insisted, lightheartedly. "You're one of the top realtors in the state, and I'm a vice president in my company! There is no reason to think that Cait will be any less successful, and we can't be so naïve as to think she'll never be curious about tasting a beer or doing one of those disgusting Jell-O shots or kissing a boy!" 

Heather thought about this, absently nodding a little to my logic. But she still had her mind set on something. She said, "I acknowledge that Cait will experience this in college. And we can assume that she's very curious about it. But I think we can de-mystify it a little before she moves out. We need to sit her down and give her a lecture about the risks and dangers of sex...and drinking or drugs." 

I chuckled, "You want to give our daughter the "Birds and the Bees" speech?" It seemed a little silly now that Cait was 18. 

But Heather was quite serious: "Yes. The Birds and the Bees...and Booze." I raised my eyebrows, and she continued. "It's the Twenty-First Century, and she's 18, so I'm not suggesting we need get as basic as explaining what a penis and a vagina are for. But we need to ensure that she's fully aware of the finer details of sex, especially unprotected sex, in the real world." 

"Okay," was all I could really say at the moment. It was weird to think how that conversation would go. And oddly enough, I felt me penis stir just a bit. Well, I was now thinking about sex, and it had been a few days since my wife and I had last made love. So I was naturally becoming aroused. However, it was a good thing Heather had asked me to get into bed before discussing this. I didn't want her to think I was getting an erection caused by a theoretical a sex-talk with my own daughter... 

"...so she can get it out of her system." 

I blinked. "I'm sorry, what?" I'd zoned out for a moment, not realizing Heather was still talking. 

"I said, I think we should go ahead and let her try drinking. Here at home. In a controlled environment so she can get it out of her system." 

"Really?" 

"Sure. Let her have a beer, some wine. Hell, make her one of your martinis if you'd like. If she wants to know what it's like to get drunk, she should do it here, where we can keep an eye on her." 

I laughed. "That would be hilarious." 

Heather couldn't help but smile as well. "It would be amusing to see our prim little straight-laced daughter get tipsy. But in a way, I almost want her to get really drunk, so she can get sick, wake up with a lousy hangover, then decide that such stupidity is actually no fun!" 

I shrugged eventual agreement. "I suppose it would be fun to kick back and sip a martini with Cait in the den. Like a right of passage for her." 

"Good," Heather said. "You can do that this Friday." 

"Why then?" 

"Well, it's a Friday night, so the two of you can sleep your hangovers off all weekend." 

"I suppose that makes sense—wait," I looked at her. "What do you mean 'you?' Shouldn't there be a 'we' in that?" 

"Adam, you know I have my real estate training retreat in Palm Springs this weekend." 

"Why don't we just wait until we can all be together?" 

"Because I know I would just cry my eyes out watching Cait get drunk. I'd be a party-pooper." 

It was my turn to sigh. But I supposed it would be an interesting way to bond with my daughter. So I nodded. "Okay, I guess." 

Heather smiled. "Oh good. Then go ahead and have the sex talk, too." 

"Excuse me?" 

"You know I'd break down trying to do that as well." Indeed, Heather's eyes were already welling up. "It just breaks my heart knowing our little girl is growing up and will soon be dating boys." 

I thought about it for a minute. Having a drink with my daughter and discussing intercourse with her. My dick jumped a little, and I gave an embarrassed cough. 

"Baby," I grunted, "Um...I really think you should be present for that particular conversation." 

"Oh, you'll be fine, honey." She lightly bumped my shoulder with her first. "You know Cait's always been a daddy's girl. She'll listen to you, whereas she'd probably get shy and just roll her eyes at me. Besides, I have to do the hardest thing of all." 

"Which is?" 

"Tomorrow I'm taking Cait to fill her prescription for the Pill." 

Again, my dick twitched. Why was it doing that? 

I stammered, "Why the hell would she need that?!" 

My wife said, "Insurance." When I just stared at her, she said, "I trust our daughter to make good decisions. But again...I know what we did in college. You just make sure you give her a good detailed speech about sex. And go ahead and let her raid your fancy little bar in the den. Get the mystique and the allure out of her head, and I know it'll have an impact." 

With that, she leaned in and gave me a light kiss. "You're a good father, Adam. You'll take good care of our daughter." 

Our conversation was now concluded. She kissed me again, and I kissed back. A moment later she was slipping out of her panties and t-shirt. She was pleasantly surprised at how rock-hard I was when she climbed on top of me, and probably a little disappointed at how quickly I came inside her just a few minutes later. But for some reason, I was just incredibly, inexplicably aroused that night... 

FRIDAY 

Earlier in the afternoon, Heather made her good-byes to catch her flight to California. She'd be returning Sunday evening. Cait may have been a daddy's girl, but of course she loved her mother very much and did not like the idea of not having all three of us together for the weekend. I had two ways to cheer her up. First, I was preparing one of my specialty dishes for our dinner that evening: roasted rack of lamb. Second, I was ready to offer her a drink. 

"Cait, honey," I called from across the house, "can you join me in the den?" 

"Sure, Daddy," I heard her muffled voice from her bedroom. 

When she came in she was predictably wearing her favorite outfit for a night in: soft short shorts, and a cotton tank top. For some reason, I was suddenly realizing that she rarely bothered to wear a bra around the house, and tonight was no exception. For some reason, I was also noticing that, like her mother, Cait had developed some very sizable and well-rounded breasts. 

It was time for a drink. 

"What's up, Daddy?" Cait asked. "Dinner smells good. Lamb?" 

"Yep." 

She giggled. "Awesome! You know how much I love your lamb!" She even bounced a little on the balls of her feet, causing her breasts to— 

Yes, definitely time for a drink, my good friend! 

"Honey," I said, "You know how Daddy likes to occasionally enjoy a traditional cocktail before dinner?" 

"Of course." 

"How would you like one too?" 

Her eyes went wide. "Really?" 

"Sure," I said. "It's about time you try it, since I know you'll be tempted to in college." 

"Oh, Daddy!" 

"No, no, don't deny it. You know it's true. And, really, it's okay, honey. But your mom and I thought it would be best for you to try it—to experiment—to satisfy your curiosity in a safe environment. What?" 

She was giggling again. "MOM said I could drink?" 

Her amusement was catching and I grinned. "Yes, believe it or not." Heather was a wonderful woman but a bit on the conservative side, fairly mild-mannered, so I realized it was quite a shock for Cait to hear that her straight-laced mother was cool with her drinking. 

I started fixing a classic gin martini, fairly dry. I did the whole dance: shaking it, straining it into a frozen martini glass, then adding three olives. Although Cait had seen me make myself a drink any number of times, she was suddenly enraptured by what I was doing. It took on an all new level of interest for her now that she'd be able to have a drink too. 

I held my glass to my lips and took a sip. "Ahh, nectar of the gods." I gestured her with the glass. "Want one?" 

"Sure!" 

I was about to make a second martini, but I had a sudden thought. "Cait, why don't you take a sip of mine first. See if you like it." 

"Okay." It was cute to see her pad over to me in her bare feet then stand on her tippy toes, as if she had to drink it from my taller level. I lowered the glass a bit and she reached up, holding her hand over mine to guide the glass. She took a good sip. 

And proceeded to gag and cough and back away quickly. "Yuck! Oh god, Daddy! How can you DRINK that?!" 

"One sip at a time," I quipped with a grin. My hunch was correct: a straight gin martini is definitely NOT a beginner's drink. "Let me make you something sweeter and a little milder. I promise you'll like it." 

She scrunched up her face at me for a bit, her beautiful nose still itching a bit from the blow of 94-proof Bombay Sapphire. But a moment later she smiled again and nodded. I brought out the ingredients for a classic Cosmopolitan. While still made with vodka, a hard alcohol, it would be much sweeter and milder than my own drink, and since it came in a martini glass my daughter and I could still have our more or less matching cocktails together. 

I garnished her Cosmo with a very thin slice of orange, and handed it to her. Cait took a very, very tiny tentative sip...then another...then a much larger sip. She looked up at me, her eyes wide with astonishment. "That's amazing, Daddy! It's really, really good!" 

"Awesome," I said, trying to sound cool like my daughter. 

She emulated me in return: "Nectar of the gods!" 

It was all so amusing, and I was quite tickled to be offering my little girl her first real drink. I raised my glass and she instinctively raised hers. "Cheers!" we both said simultaneously. 

We moved to couch and kicked back side by side, sipping our cocktails and bantering over the sounds of Ella Fitzgerald, Dean Martin and Louis Armstrong via Pandora piping through the house's integrated sounds system. Mostly we discussed her pending move to college at the end of the summer, what dorm life would be like, whether she should trade in her car for a scooter (No!), and how Mom and I would cope without her. I liked how this conversation was going, because it would make it easier to carefully work toward the Birds and the Bees, or at least I hoped it would. 

We finished our cocktails about the time dinner was ready to be served up. Cait was particularly giddy and giggly after just one drink, but of course this was only the beginning. As we sat in the dining room for dinner, I opened a nice bottle of Cristom "Mt. Jefferson Cuvée Willamette Valley" pinot noir, pouring a glass for each of us. 

"Really, Daddy?" she asked, watching me pour. 

"Might as well, kiddo," I said. "You enjoyed your first pre-dinner cocktail. Only fitting that you enjoy a fine wine with your meal." 

"Then by all means," she replied, doing her best impression of a character from Downton Abby, and taking her glass. 

I raised mine for another toast. "Here's to my beautiful daughter, Cait. Yesterday a fresh graduate from high school, today Daddy's even more beautiful college co-ed!" 

Cait blushed, and her eyes got a little moist, but she returned my toast, keeping her glass up. "Oh, Daddy, how could a girl ask for a better father. I love you!" 

"I love you too, pumpkin." 

We clinked glasses again and proceeded with our meal. The lamb was delicious, if I do say so myself, and the sides of roasted zucchini and red creamer potatoes with rosemary complimented the main dish superbly. It was all washed down freely with another couple of glasses of wine. By the time the dishes were cleared and thrown into the machine we also had an empty bottle on our hands. That translated to about two very full glasses of wine each. For me, that's pretty routine and absorbable. For Cait, it had her cheerful and chatty at an almost nonstop pace. To my relief, I could already tell she was going to be one of those cheerful and perpetually happy drunks, not a sulking brood like some people can get. Interestingly enough, Cait's mannerisms and speech patterns seemed to be reverting slightly, like when she was a much younger and even more affectionate girl of 13 or 14. 

When the table was cleared Cait asked what we were going to watch on TV, a routine go-to on any other regular Friday night. However, tonight I had my mission so I suggested we retreat back into the den where the couch was actually more comfortable than the one in the living room, but more importantly that's also where the bar was. 

I strolled over to the bar, and Cait hopped on the couch, tucking her legs under her rump and watching me with a particular glow. I knew she was quite buzzed, but beyond that she seemed to be looking at me in a whole new light. Her look was open, direct, and what I could only describe as dreamy. I leaned against the bar and returned her gaze. I could not help but realize that my little 18-year-old daughter was unbelievably beautiful, and I found the innocence of her youth as intoxicating as the drinks we'd been consuming. 

"Cait," I managed to say, "I want to have a little talk with you. It's...well, it's definitely a grown-up talk, so if you don't mind I'm going to have myself a little after-dinner drink." 

She smiled. "This is all so sophisticated, Daddy. First a pre-dinner cocktail, then wine with dinner, and now an after-dinner drink!" 

I grinned at her observation as I poured myself a couple of fingers of Glenfiddich 18, "neat." I glanced up at her and said, "You've gone this far, ready to go the distance?" 

"Sure!" 

I got a second glass and dropped a couple of ice cubes into it. If any of my buddies saw me pour pricey 18-year-old single-malt scotch over ice rather than serving it neat they'd probably slap me in the face, but straight whiskey of any kind is rather potent to one who hasn't acquired the taste for it, so I made this sacrifice for Cait's portion. 

I walked it over to her and said, "This is 18-year-old scotch, fitting for my 18-year-old girl." 

Cait giggled again, causing prominent parts of her to jiggle. Why was I suddenly obsessed with looking at my own daughter's breasts? I suppose it was a byproduct of the anxiousness I was feeling about the "speech" I was going to be giving to her shortly. I now had no choice but to view my daughter as a sexual creature, a grown woman who could now have intercourse. I could close my eyes and instantly recall my cute little Cait as an innocent 13-year-old, running into the house screaming for Daddy to fix her scraped knee. Someday she would be screaming in ecstasy because a man's penis would be inside her... 


Birds, Bees and Booze Ch. 01



"...but I can get used to it." 

I blinked and refocused on her. "What?" 

"I said, it's got kind of a funny taste, but I think I can get used to it." As if to prove it, she took another sip of her scotch. 

I nodded in approval then went to sit next to her on the couch. As I sat, Cait seemed to lean away from me slightly, but it was only so she could untuck her legs and drape them over mind. She leaned back on a pillow and watched me, waiting to hear what I wanted to talk about. I glanced down at my glass to gather my thoughts. In a moment the glass moved out of focus as Cait's legs came into clarity. They were smooth and shapely, and I felt their warmth against my thighs through my jeans. Instinctively, as a caring father, I put one hand on her knee. It was as if I was touching my daughter for the very first time. Like I was touching a young, beautiful and sexy young woman for the first time. 

I took another sip of scotch and said, "Cait, you know that college life will be unlike anything you've ever experienced in your life, right?" 

"Of course, Daddy." 

"That's one of the reasons we're giving you permission to drink tonight. And just you know, we can continue to drink until we both get nice and drunk." 

She chuckled, "I think I'm halfway there already." 

"Me too," I admitted. "But the point is, it's our way of helping you get one curiosity out of your system. No matter what kinds of rules of prohibition they try to put in place on college campuses, there is always booze. You'll go to a party and before you know it perfect strangers are shoving drinks in your hand left and right. You'll be tempted to fit in, to show that you can live a little..." 

Cait leaned forward a little and place her hand over mine that was still on her knee. "Daddy, you don't have to worry about that, I promise. I intend to have fun in college, but I have no interest in going crazy like that." 

"Good," I said. "But...but there are other things we're worried about." 

"Like what?" 

I patted her knee and took another sip. "Well, between homeschooling and an all-girls boarding academy, you...haven't really been around boys all that much." 

Cait frowned. "Boys...I've heard of those creatures." When I glanced at her she broke out in a huge grin. "Jeez, Daddy, I think I can handle being in a classroom with both girls and boys now!" 

"It's not the boys in the classroom your mother are and I are worried about, Cait. It's the boys in the dorm...in the quad...in the—well, in whatever social activities you do outside of class." 

"What are you trying to say?" she asked. "I'm not supposed to interact with boys at all?" 

"No, of course not," I said. "You can obviously interact with boys; it's just that your 'interactions' with them are likely to lead to activities other than conversation." 

"Like what?" she asked simply. I looked at her. She studied my face for a moment, then her own took on a look of surprise and then mirth. She gave a quick giggle and said, "Oh my god, Daddy, are you trying to give me the Sex Talk?" 

"Well..." 

She laughed openly and straightened, swinging her legs from my lap, barely giving me time to clear them with my glass. As if suddenly a seasoned drinker, Cait gulped down the last of her scotch, set her glass down on the coffee table, then swung the other direction, into me, clutching my arm and side and stifling her giggles between my shoulder and the couch. 

Her amusement was contagious, and I found myself grinning, but I managed to clear my throat and say, "Honey, I'm serious." 

She looked up at me and wiped away a tear from her eye, still coming down from her giggles. "I'm sorry, Daddy, but this is just so cute." 

"I'm sorry?" 

"I mean, it's so cute watching you try to work up the courage to talk to me about that. Mom must have put you up to this, you poor thing." 

I shrugged, taking another sip. "Would you rather be having this conversation with your mom?" 

"Oh no," Cait insisted. "She'd be taking this way, way too seriously, and she'd probably just want to scare me with the threat of STDs or something." 

"Well," I said, "that is part of what we should be discussing." 

Cait's growing inebriation seemed to be causing her to exaggerate her emotions and movement. With sort of a sideways jump, she scooted her body directly next to mine so we were sitting side-by-side, touching shoulders, hips and legs, completely to one side of the couch. She reached up and turned my head toward her by the chin. She was giving my a teasingly serious look, but it was hard for her to keep down her grin. 

"Daddy," she said, trying to sound serious though her eyes still twinkled with mirth. "I seriously hope you don't think that by now I know everything about the 'Birds and the Bees.' You can't possibly be worried that I know nothing about how babies are made or what the dangers of promiscuous sex are!" 

"Well—" 

"I may have been home schooled, Daddy, but I didn't grow up in a cave!" 

We looked at each other and both broke out into open laughter at the absurdity of it all. I leaned forward a bit and kissed her forehead. I said, "Okay, I don't think we need to have a full-on biological lesson about the mechanics of mating. Obviously. But I guess you should look at this as an opportunity to ask your old man anything else you might be curious about when it comes to sex." 

"Like what?" she asked. I suppose she was looking for context. 

"Maybe you have questions about sexuality in general? Maybe you're curious about what boys think about when it comes to this sort of stuff. Maybe there's something about sex you've always wanted to know but couldn't find in books, or online." 

"Hmm..." She frowned in conversation, glancing down at the drink in my hand. She reached out and took the glass, then she surprised me by tilting it back and swallowing the last gulp of scotch I had in it. She screwed her face up a little, surprised no doubt that my straight whiskey was more potent than her previous iced-down version. I chuckled at her, then took the glass and set it aside. 

"Don't make fun," she said. Her buzz was clearly kicking in. Her words sounded just a bit thicker. "You said I can get drunk, and I plan to!" 

Smiling, I said, "And I won't stop you." 

"But only on one condition," she said. 

"Name it." 

"You get drunk with me!" We both laughed. "I'm serious! If you get to see what a fool I become when drunk, I get to see it in you too!" 

"Don't move." I said. Playfully, she actually froze in place as I got up, grabbed the bottle of Glenfiddich then sat back in my original spot next to her. I re-filled both of our glasses with straight scotch, handed her a glass, and as we clinked I said, "Here's to being foolish." After a couple of sips I put my free arm around her. She leaned further into me, resting her head on my shoulder when not sipping her drink. We were silent for a few more minutes, and I began to wonder if my poor daughter had already overdone it. Was she about to pass out? 

But she said, "You really will answer any question I ask? Now matter how graphic?" 

"That's the deal," I said. 

"Hmm..." She pondered again. "Then let's jump right into the deep end." She took another sip then said, "Do boys really get 'blue balls?'" 

I took my own moment to take a sip. It was a graphic question, yes, but certainly something I could handle. I resolved myself to remain as neutral and objective as possible. If I acted any other way I was afraid she'd shy away from asking further questions. 

With a perfectly calm tone I said, "That phenomenon does exist, yes." 

"I read that boys get blue balls if they've been sexually stimulated for a long time but haven't been able to, you know..." 

"You can say the word," I encouraged. 

"Cum." 

I glanced at her. I don't know why I was expecting her to say something more like "climax" or even "ejaculate." But the slang of "cum" would work just fine. 

I said, "It can become very uncomfortable for a boy if steady sexual stimulation takes place for a long time without him being able to release...to cum." 

"Does it really hurt?" 

"It can be very uncomfortable, but it's never really as bad as a boy might make it out to be. It's just accentuated by his eagerness to cum." 

"So would it be mean to do that to a boy? I mean, if I end up making out with a boy for a long time, and there's a lot of heavy petting, but I don't want to go all the way, is it mean to stop?" 

"Absolutely not. You should never go further than you want. The boy will probably beg you to help him or something, but he'll get over it in a few minutes if you insist on stopping." 

"Help him...you mean jerk him off? Give him a blowjob?" 

I swallowed and realized my mouth was getting very dry. I cleared my throat and said, "That might be something the boy asks for, but again, you don't have to do anything you don't want to. And this sort of gets into the heart of the 'Sex Talk" I wanted to give you. The boy may try every trick in the book to convince you to pleasure him, but you don't have to do it." 

"Unless I want to," she said simply. 

"Unless you want to," I confirmed, since that was quite true. 

"I suppose if I liked the boy, but didn't want to go all the way with him, I would do it. Give him a hand job, I guess." 

"That would be very generous of you," I said, "but if you want to make it clear that you're not ready for the next step, better to let him calm down on his own." 

She giggled. "Since he would probably just run home and masturbate," she said. 

I giggled too. "Very likely." 

"Do guys really masturbate as often as most reports say?" 

"That would have to be a yes." 

"How often do you masturbate, Daddy?" 

I nearly dropped my glass. I carefully set it aside and looked at her. She glanced up at me. 

"I'm sorry, Daddy, but you said I could ask you anything." 

"I did, pumpkin, and you can. I was just surprised that the question was about me personally, not in general." 

"Oh, I see." She paused. "So, does that mean you won't answer it?" 

I tried to maintain my neutral tone. "Yes, I'll answer it, honey." I actually had to think about it for a moment. "I'd say I probably do it a few times a month, maybe slightly more often." 

"Really? I read that lots of guys jerk off several times per week!" 

"That's probably true in general, but I'm fortunate enough to be married to a woman who meets my sexual needs." 

Cait turned slightly to look at my again. As she did so her elbow leaned down on my thigh. It seemed to be only then that I sensed my penis was not entirely flaccid. 

She asked, "You have lots of sex with Mom?" 

"Yes." 

"How often?" 

"About two or three times a week." 

"Wow. Is that a regular amount?" 

"Actually, I'd say that's pretty frequent for a couple who's been married as long as your mother and me. We both enjoy sex very much." 

"So why do you still masturbate?" 

I smiled at her. "Because it feels good." 

"You'd rather use your hand than Mom's body?" 

"I didn't say I prefer my hand, only that it feels good. Sometimes I'm in the mood and Mom's not around...so, I have a little fun with myself." 

"Will you masturbate this weekend since Mom's not here to take care of you?" 

For some reason, thinking about when I could next masturbate got the blood rushing, and I felt an erection really coming on. I was worried my daughter would feel it if her elbow moved slightly in the wrong direction. What would she think about her father having an erection at this precise moment? It was a scary thought. 

I maintained my policy of perfect honesty and said, "Yes, I'm sure I will masturbate." 

Cait lifted her elbow off of my thigh, which was good because it had been dangerously close to the stiffness in my crotch. But she did this only so that she could lean back and rest her head on my lap. 

"Sorry, Daddy, I'm getting a little dizzy from the booze." 

I swallowed, mouth dry again, and tried not to react as she got comfortable. She had been sitting on my right, so as she laid down on my lap her body was now lying perpendicularly to me, and her right ear was now closer to my crotch as her elbow had been. 

"It's okay, my dear," I said, hearing the thickness now in my own voice. 

Picking right back up where she'd left off, she asked, "Do boys think it's weird if girls masturbate too?" 

"No, I don't think so." 

"Good, because I like to masturbate." 

"That's good," I found myself saying automatically. "It's healthy. It's normal." 

Looking up at me, she said, "I'm glad you think so, Daddy." 

Gently, I reached out and stroked a lock of her soft hair from her face. She smiled at me. 

She asked, "Do you think you will masturbate when you go to bed tonight? 

"Probably." 

"I probably will too." Then she giggled. "How funny is that image: you and me both going to bed and masturbating!" 

My cock throbbed and I wasn't sure if she'd felt it. 

"That would indeed be funny," I managed to say. 

She giggled some more. "We could leave our doors open and see who could cum the loudest!" 

I laughed. "What would the neighbors think?" 

"I would just shout, 'Don't be alarmed! It's just two people masturbating because it's healthy and natural!" 

"You little smartass!" I chided mockingly, and without thinking I reached down to her belly and started tickling her, something I hadn't done since she was a very young girl. Cait immediately began squealing and squirming, and as I tickled her I could very clearly feel the back of her head pressing back against my erection. Because of the sudden movement and the fact that my daughter was now clearly drunk, I don't think she really knew what was bumping up against her head, but in any case it was short-lived because she began "fighting" back, launching a major tickling counter-offensive. 

The tickling became epic and we were all over the couch before tumbling onto the floor. The whole time she was still teasing about who would be the better masturbator: "I bet I can cum louder than you, Daddy!" And she started doing her best recreation of Meg Ryan from When Sally Met Harry. 

Never one to give up on a challenge I shouted back, "I'll cum like a goddamned animal! I'll blow a hole in the ceiling!" I began bellowing and howling in my own pathetic attempt of an exaggerated orgasm. 

As we rolled around the floor the tickling continued. We were both red in the face, tears streaming, mock orgasms being verbalized at the top of our lungs. At one point I sat up on my knees and raised my hands like claws, indicating I was going in for the Double-Sided Rib Tickle Attack. Cait screamed in mock horror and curled up into a defensive ball as my hands came down. I had expected that my hands would collide with her back, but at the last second she twisted the other way, and in the very next second my two hands were very firmly clutching my own daughter's sizable breasts. 

We froze. 

I stared at her. She stared at me. 

To my amazement, however, Cait in her drunken haze seemed to consider this all still part of the game. She burst out laughing and said, "Oh, yeah? Two can play at that game!" And with that, she freed one of her own hands and very firmly and directly gripped my crotch, catching much of my shaft in her little hand. 

We froze again. And not just because of surprise this time. It was because I was fully erect. 

And she knew it. 

The laughter and the giggling died instantly. The room became very quiet save for Frank Sinatra very ironically crooning the lyric "Why don't you take all of me" over the sound system. 

Still gripping me, Cait whispered, "Daddy...you're...you're hard." 

I gulped, and I felt like my stomach was turning inside-out. We had gone too far. 

"Cait," I stammered," honey...I'm sorry." 

"Are you hard because of...because of me?" 

I looked into her beautiful innocent face. "It's the situation, I guess," I said in a weak voice. "I mean...lots of sex talk..." I trailed off, pathetically unable to think of anything else to say. 

Cait broke her gaze from mine only to review our current situation. Amazingly, I was still gripping her breasts. She was still gripping me crotch. 

I saw her lips start moving, but I couldn't hear her. 

"What is it, honey?" I asked. 

Her whisper got just a little louder, barely audible: "I want to see it." 

"See what, honey?" 

She answered by giving my cock a distinct squeeze. I felt my eyes go wide, my jaw slacken, until I was staring at her open-mouthed. 

"May I see it?" she asked, more directly this time. 

Every fiber of logic in my brain fired up in full Red Alert, telling me as a father to get up and walk out of this room right now. Right goddamned now. But there was also the little boy, the little boy with blue balls who was desperate to cum. 

"Do you know what you're asking?" I said, gaining a degree of authority back in my voice. 

She didn't hesitate: "Yes." 

I straightened up again, and only as I did this did I finally release my grip from Cait's breasts. They swayed and wiggled back into a resting position, still pert and sizable despite her being on her back. Cait let out a little sigh as I released my grip. 

I was on my knees again. I straightened a little more and Cait's grip on my crotch went away. She stared at me, and I stared at her. It was if our minds were locked together, melding into a commitment that would change the very scope of our existence together. I almost didn't even register my own hands reaching for my belt. It came off smoothly, and I was unbuttoned in the next instant. It was at the sound of my zipper that my daughter finally broke her gaze from my face and toward my crotch. 

I pushed my jeans down a little, revealing my black brief underwear, clearly bulging with my engorged cock. Here I paused one more time. There was still a point, right now, to back away. She still hadn't seen anything. 

"Please," she whispered. 

Oh Jesus... 

I put my thumbs into the waistband of my briefs and began to pull down...down and a little further until now very clearly before my own daughter I had just exposed the purple head of my stiff penis. Cait never took her eyes off it, and I moved my own gaze from her face to her chest. Her large breasts, hardened nipples clearly defined under the soft cotton, were moving up and down faster as her breathing quickened. 

I continued to pull down, down a little further, and a moment later I could feel the slightly cool air of the room making contact with the full shaft of my erect cock, as well as the full swollen roundness of my testicles. I dropped my hands to give my girl full visual access from the thing that had helped conceive her 18 years ago. 

"Oh my god," she said softly. "It's beautiful, Daddy!" 

It was at this point, my good friend, that I lost all lingering sense of control, and I was suddenly on top of my daughter, clutching her tightly and crushing my mouth to hers. Despite her inexperience and virginity at any form of lovemaking her instincts as a woman took over, and for several minutes we made out like two of the horniest most desperate lovers in the world. It took only a few minutes for Cait to figure out how we could best intertwine our tongues, and as I clutched and kneaded her breasts for the second time I felt her hands roam lower down on me. With my pants and underwear down around the middle of my thighs she had unfettered access to my ass, cock and balls, and she explored vivaciously. 

The whole time, in those brief half-seconds where our mouths were not closed around each other, I could hear her gasp, "Oh, Daddy! Oh, Daddy!" 

Ever eager to have my way with this girl, complete animal instincts taking over, I leaned up again, gripped the edges of her flimsy tank-top, and ripped it into two large shreds. My girl's young breasts seem to explode from under the material, and with only the slightest pause to take in their massive beauty, I dove in with my mouth, taking her hard nipples between my teeth and drawing yelps of astonished pleasure from Cait. 




Birds, Bees and Booze Ch. 01



Despite never having done anything like this before I could feel Cait desperately trying to match my physical passion with her own. She finally got another solid grip on the shaft of my penis and begin to stroke quickly, clumsily, no doubt trying to mimic what she'd seen in a pornographic Internet video or book. I was so worked up that it felt like the heat from my cock would burn her tender little palms, but I managed to allow her to experiment with masturbating me for a little while. 

When I lifted myself up yet again, Cait sighed with disappointment that I was no longer stimulating her breasts, both of which were shiny with my saliva. But there was something I now craved even more than those glorious mounds, and I was going to have it. I quickly stood and shucked off my pants and briefs completely. Towering fully naked over my daughter, I watched as she pulled a lingering shred of her shirt away from her shoulder, then reached down and tucked her thumbs into her little shorts. Having expected that I was going to have to tear those shorts off as well, here was innocent Cait doing it for me, swooping off her shorts and panties in one move. 

There was only the slightest sudden moment of hesitation and shyness as she gently cupped her hands over her mound. I kneeled back down and gently pulled at her wrists. There was no resistance, and I was now gazing hungrily at the fully shaved and perfectly smooth vagina of my teenaged daughter. 

We exchanged glances. She knew immediately what I intended to do, and as a gesture of permission she parted her knees. I paused only long enough to give her a very loving look, then dove down between her legs with my face. I'm quite convinced that Cait was already in orgasm the moment my lips and tongue first got around her swollen clitoris. It would be the first of many orgasms as I absolutely devoured her perfect pussy. 

If it was going to be me who would introduce this beautiful creature to sex, I was determined to make it as pleasurable and as long-lasting as possible for both of us. I carefully and meticulously brought my daughter to the brink and back at least half a dozen times before her second, third, and even fourth orgasm. As I clutched her body I could feel a fresh warm film of sweat on her skin as she writhed, mewled, yelped and screamed with each climax. And when she might be thinking it couldn't get any better, I began tentatively probing her pulsating pussy with my fingers. 

I brought her to another couple of climaxes before I finally began probing carefully around the area of her hymen with my finger. It was only partially intact, a further indicator that she did indeed enjoy masturbation, perhaps even using a toy of some kind when she did it. 

But I wanted to give this young woman more than a toy now. I wanted to give her me. 

With as much patience as I could muster, I very gently and slowly began to dial back my ministrations on Cait's vagina. I didn't want to just suddenly stop and break the current we had flowing between us. Gently, gently, I eased back, and her writhing settled somewhat. I began to lighten up with my mouth and tongue to the point where I was now just planting small gentle kisses on her pink swollen labia. 

Finally, I lifted myself once more and began crawling up along her body, planting light kisses along the way. When my face was even with hers she surprised me by reaching up and pulling me toward her. It was either through innocence or lack of concern, but when Cait tasted my tongue again she was tasting the remnants of her own juices and she didn't mind one bit. This caused my raging cock to pulse against her thigh, and with that pulse Cait's eyes opened again. 

She stared at me at point-blank range. While matching her stare and watching for any signs of doubt, I lifted my hips, centering on her. Again with no hesitation, only pure affection, Cait opened her legs, and this time instead of my mouth meeting her pussy, it was the head of my cock coming into contact with her opening. 

We paused, drinking in the moment. And then, as if we were still in the midst of the discussion, I heard her say... 

"Show me, Daddy. Show me what it feels like." 

We were aligned perfectly, and between the copious amounts of orgasmic fluid from her pussy and the steady ooze of pre-cum from my cock, our flesh was lubed up perfectly for Cait's journey into womanhood. She gave a little gasp as the head of my penis popped just inside, and I hesitated. I knew my cock was of considerable length, a good few inches longer than the average man's penis, and this young virgin was going to have to take all of me for the first time. 

I continued to push. Deeper, slowly...deeper. Then back out again slightly...then back in again gently...working it very carefully deeper each time. 

When I was still just partially inside her I felt what I had been expecting, the resistance of her hymen. Even at this partial penetration I felt like Cait had a small fist inside her pussy, squeezing me hard; it was so incredibly tight inside her. But I kept going. 

We locked gazes again. Each of us wanted to be watching each other when the moment happened, and it did. With another sudden almost-popping sensation I felt the head of my penis break through, and as my little Cait cried out in a combination of pain and ecstasy, I leaned down and kissed her, mentally willing her body to relax and absorb my girth, stretch to my size, receive my length... 

I let several moments go by. Her whimpering died down and I experimentally probed further, deeper into a vagina that only seconds ago had been virginal. Now it was filling with the incestuous cock of the man who had helped conceive it, and I didn't care. I was making this young woman mine, period. 

My earlier session of oral sex had really helped prepare Cait for this. Having peaked in orgasm several times, her body was flooding with the endorphins necessary to dull some of the pain of first-time intercourse. (The alcohol was certainly helping too!) She was also very relaxed and seemed quite mentally accepting of what was going on, and who was doing it to her, and this all helped her body take in more and more of me until I finally felt the tip of my penis come into contact with her cervix. It seemed as if I still had another inch or so to go before all of my cock was in her, but for now, for this first time, it would have to do. 

I moved out a little. I moved in a little. Out, and in. I began a steady rhythm. 

I began making love to my daughter. 

Cait closed her eyes and let the new sensation of sex wash over her. I felt her hands lightly grazing my naked hips, feeling the movement of my body back and forth against her. She kept one foot squarely on the carpet but sort of half-hooked the other around the back of me knee, and I wondered if that would become her standard way of receiving a man's body. 

For my part I tried to focus on not pounding her too hard. I had pretty much been on the edge of climax since the moment I entered her, but I'd had just enough booze myself to provide enough self-control to make it as perfect as possible for my new lover. I also didn't want to overdo it. This poor girl was going to be sore later no matter what, and the longer I remained inside her this first time, the worse it might be. There was a part of me that wanted this to continue for the rest of the weekend, hell, for ever and ever if possible, so it was important to pace things. 

So I began to speed up my movement a little, content finally on bringing on my own desperately needed orgasm. As it was Cait's first experience in intercourse I knew it was highly unlikely she would be able to cum like this. And since I'd already stimulated her to climax several times with my mouth, I felt no real selfishness on using her body for my own pleasure now. 

I sped up further. Cait opened her eyes. 

"I'm sorry, baby," I said softly. "Are you in pain?" 

"Just a little," she said, "But it feels amazing too." 

"Are you sure? Should I slow down?" 

I was going to have to pull out of her to ejaculate anyway. Perhaps I was pushing things too far. Perhaps I should just pull out now— 

"No, Daddy," she said. Her calling me "Daddy" while I was inside her actually brought me closer to the edge. "It's okay," she continued. "You're wonderful." 

"Thank you, baby. You're utterly amazing." 

I continued moving. I continued making love with my daughter. I was getting closer and could feel my heart begin racing. 

Apparently Cait could feel it too. "Are you going to cum, Daddy?" 

"Very soon, yes, my girl." 

"This is so beautiful, Daddy. I can't wait to feel you cum." 

"Oh, Cait," I exclaimed, "I love you so much!" 

"I love you too, Daddy! Please cum for me." 

I began thrusting very quickly now, and probably a little too hard, but I was getting very close, and I could only hope my poor little girl could take it until I pulled out and came. I began thinking about her breasts again, which were currently crushed against my chest, and I knew that when I came I wanted it to be all over those perfect globes. 

"Daddy's gonna cum soon, baby," I grunted. "Get ready." 

She was grunting right along with me. I felt the first tell-tale tightness in my balls, both of which were eager to spew a good solid load. It was already bad enough that I had certainly deposited a lot of pre-ejaculate into Cait's pussy. But the risk of pregnancy would of course increase by quite literally the tens of millions if I actually ejaculated inside her. 

"Close, baby, close!" I warned, squeezing my eyes shut. 

"Do it, Daddy, let yourself go!" With that, she suddenly clasped both of her heels behind my thighs, pulling me even tighter against her. 

"Baby, I—" 

"Yes, Daddy, cum inside me! I can't wait to feel it!" 

I was beyond logic now, beyond sense. My own daughter was begging me to cum inside her. And I was too far gone, too far in the moment, to deny my baby girl what she wanted. 

"I'm cumming!" I roared. 

"Yes, yes, Daddy! And I'm...oh my god, I'm CUMMING TOO!" 

"Oh god, baby!" I cried desperately as with one final powerful thrust I bottomed out against my daughter's cervix and absolutely exploded inside her. 

"Daddy, I'm CUMMING!" 

She screamed into my ear as I groaned like a dying animal into her neck, and together daddy and daughter climaxed with astonishing timing. As I felt a torrent of semen blast through my shaft, I could also feel her vaginal walls contract even tighter as her once-virginal body instinctively milked the life-creating seed from my body. We held each other tightly, and the throbbing and ripples of orgasm continued to wrack us. It seemed to take several full minutes for the sensation to subside. Throughout it I was absolutely flooding her, and I could feel the warmth of my own sperm as it oozed out from her tight opening still gripping and quivering around my penetrating shaft. 

Finally we managed to pull our heads apart a little so we could kiss. It was a natural, deep and loving kiss. A kiss of lovers. Of new special lovers. 

"My sweet girl," I whispered. My head was spinning. 

"Oh, Daddy," she whispered back, still panting. "I didn't know...I had no idea it could be so good." 

"It was magical," I said. I had never felt so complete and fulfilled with an orgasm in all my life. Even when I conceived this very girl beneath me it had only been one of a thousand nights of otherwise routine pleasure with my wife. But now, in this moment, I felt powerful, perfect. As illogical and taboo as it was, it also seemed absolutely fitting that I, as this girl's father, was the one to introduce her to the art of lovemaking. And I had ejaculated inside her, filled her with my seed, claimed her as my woman. 

"What was that, darling?" I asked, realizing she'd been whispering again. 

"I'm sorry, Daddy, but...it's beginning to hurt a little again. You're so...big." 

"Oh, my poor thing, I'm sorry!" I lifted myself to my elbows and began to ease back. It seemed like my cock, still fairly hard, was only barely able to come back out the way it had gone in, she was so unbelievably tight. 

We both let out distinct exclamations of disappointment when the last couple inches of my cock finally slid out. I sat back on my haunches and looked down at her. Already my semen was beginning to ooze out of her; I had clearly filled this virgin to capacity. I was able to find one of those shreds of her tank top and bring it to her swollen womanhood, helping to catch some of it before it reached the carpet. Cait extended her hand and took over the duty of holding the rag to her pussy. It got soaked very quickly. At one point she lifted the rag to see what our mixed fluids looked like. Not surprisingly, there was a little blood mixed in with my semen, but it did not appear bother Cait at all. 

I was simply astonished at how suddenly, openly and willingly she had accepted her introduction to sex. And this was on top of the fact that she'd just given up her virginity to her own father! 

Suddenly exhausted, I sat back on my butt and leaned against the front of the couch, still quite naked, my legs spread out in front of me. I took in the sight of my equally naked daughter. She was still on her back, but she was propped partially up on one elbow while she "mopped" at her pussy with a second shred of shirt. The way she was angled, her legs were pointed my way, and I brushed against one of her smooth legs with my toe. She glanced at me and smiled. I then noticed that I was in reach of the coffee table with the bottle of scotch and our two glasses. I poured myself a finger of the fine brown fluid and sipped, resuming my gaze at my new lover. 

Cait suddenly blushed, as if only just now becoming aware that she was naked in the living room with father, never mind the hot round of sex that had just occurred. Still holding the rag to her pussy, she sat up and shuffled over until she was sitting next to me, matching almost my exact position up against the couch, both of our nude butts on the carpet. 

She looked at my cock. It was more on the flaccid side now, but still quite impressive as it rested along my thigh. "I can't believe that fit inside of me!" 

"Same here," I said, taking a sip and grazing her upper thigh with my free hand. She responded by leaning over and kissing my shoulder (in this seated position my upper body was much taller than hers). 

"Is sex always this messy?" she asked. 

I couldn't help but chuckle slightly. Her tone was right back to the cheerfully curious tone it was when this conversation had first begun. 

"There will be less blood," I said, trying to also resume my original role of the night. 

"I figured that," she said, looking down at moist crotch, "but your cum. There was a lot of it, Daddy!" 

"I was pretty worked up, baby," I admitted. "Sometimes there's not as much cum. Sometimes most of it stays inside you. Just sort of depends on the situation and position. But in general, sex is usually pretty gooey for the girl when the man finishes inside her." 

"You definitely got me gooey!" 

I grinned. "If we use a condom most of the mess stays in that, so definitely less gooey." 

With a start I realized that I'd just phrased that last statement such that an implication of future sexual activity with my daughter was assumed on my part. But the assumption did seem to be mutual, because Cait's unhesitant response was: "I don't mind you cumming inside me, Daddy. If that's how good sex feels, then it's totally worth it!" 

God, I loved this girl! But a certain degree of fatherly logic kicked in. 

"Cait," I said, trying to sound serious despite being totally nude, "it's nice that you don't mind me—wouldn't mind a man—cumming inside you, but you have to realize that if you intend to start dating guys in college, and become sexually active with them, sex with a condom is definitely a must. You never know who that guy's been with, no matter what he claims!" 

"I know, Daddy. Even if I wanted to sleep with another guy, which I don't, I wouldn't be as free with him as I am with you. I know I can totally trust you, right Daddy?" 

"Of course, baby," I said. I know that sounds unbelievable, my friend, but it's true. Yes, I had just had sex with my own daughter, but to my credit Cait was the first person I'd slept with other than my wife since we'd gotten together. Over 20 years with the same woman, I'd say that was a rare feat these days. 

Coming back to my senses, I lectured Cait a little more. "There's another issue we have to deal with, my dear. Be sure you stay on the Pill even if you use condoms with other guys that you may have sex with in the future. They've been known to break and...what?" 

She was looking at me funny. She said, "Um...I'm not on the Pill, Daddy." 

I blinked at her, and with each blink burned on to the back of my eyelids was the image of my cock ejaculating inside her unprotected womb. 

"Excuse me?" 

"I'm not on the Pill." 

"But I thought Mom took—" 

"Our appointment got bumped because my OBGYN had to perform an emergency C-section on some woman." I stared at her. She continued. "Mom said we'd take care of that after she got back." 

"Baby," I said, "Do you realize what we've done?" 

Cait glanced down, blushing again. When she looked up her eyes were misted. "I'm sorry, Daddy, but I wanted to feel it. You looked like you were having so much pleasure, I didn't want you to stop. Please don't be mad at me." 

"Oh, Cait..." 

"I'm sorry, Daddy," she repeated. "I just...it's just that it was my first time, and I wanted to experience every aspect of it as naturally as I could. It would have seemed unnatural for you to have pulled out of me." 

Even in her desperate pleading excuse I found pure eroticism in the moment. My penis actually flexed a little, which Cait noticed, and I hugged her naked body to mine. 

"It's okay, baby. Really. I'm glad I got to cum inside you for your first time. It felt amazing." 

She sobbed a little in her relief that I wasn't mad. It was surreal. I had practically raped my own daughter, taking her virginity, and here she was concerned that I was upset with her! 

"You know," she said, her voice somewhat muffled in my chest, "I know how the Morning After Pill works. Don't we have two or three days for it to still be retroactively effective?" 

I pulled back a little starting at her in astonishment. But she was grinning. 

"What are you trying to say, Cait?" 

"Well, I'm just saying that as long as we go get that Plan B thing by Monday, we can do it as much as we want all weekend long until Mom gets home." 

"Cait, I..." I stammered, and my cock became erect almost instantly. 

"And you know what else that means, Daddy?" she asked. 

With a hoarse voice I whispered, "What, baby?" 

"It means you can cum inside me as much as you'd like!" 

SATURDAY MORNING 

(...continues with the second of this three-part series. Watch for it!)



Birds, Bees and Booze Ch. 02



Author's Declaration: The only two characters in this story are both over the age of 18.

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SATURDAY MORNING 

It was still pre-dawn when I stirred awake. For a few moments I'd forgotten where I was. That is, I knew I was in my own home, but not in my own bedroom. The small warm body breathing beside me brought it all back in striking detail: I was naked in bed with my own 18-year-old daughter, and I had taken her virginity just hours ago. My heart raced at the thought. What had I done? How would Cait react once she woke up? 

With mixed emotions of lust, love and apprehension, I played back the events of the previous evening: the drinks, the dinner, the Sex Talk, then the fateful tickle fight...and making love! With a warmth of trust and openness I would never have expected, my daughter had asked to see my penis, and this had quickly led to kissing and stripping. With wild abandonment of mature thought or consideration of repercussions, I took my daughter's virginity. What's more, rather than use a condom or pull out as any logical thinking man should have done, I had ejaculated directly into Cait's unprotected pussy. I could very well have bred my own grandchild last night! 

Amazingly, after the deed had been done, rather than recoil and run from what she'd just done with her own father, Cait had simply leaned up against the couch with me, both of us completely naked, and gently mopped at her sperm-dripping pussy while we sipped on our final night cap of the evening. That's when I found out that Cait wasn't on any form of birth control. That's also when she told me that she wanted to have me again, and she never wanted a condom to interfere with our love-making. Knowing that the poor girl would be sore from her first sexual encounter (and me having a significantly larger-than-average penis to boot) I had finally acted like a father and put my daughter to bed, promising that we'd have all weekend (while Mom was out of town) to have more sex. Of course, when I'd put her to bed I'd also climbed into her queen-size bed with her, and that's where we were both dozing, both still fully nude. 

I was on my back, and Cait was curled up against my right side. She was using my right arm for a pillow, and she had one hand draped over my chest with her legs loosely intertwined with mine. The lights were off in her bedroom, but there was some light coming through the open door from the hallway that was casting a faint illumination on us. The warmth of our connected naked bodies meant no need for a sheet or blanket over us. I rubbed my eyes for a moment and took a good long look at my daughter's nude form. She was absolutely flawless, absolutely perfect. One of her large breasts was squished warmly against my ribs. I studied the curve of her exposed hip and buttocks. I felt my cock stir, pressing against her leg. It was very possible that Cait would wake up in an hour or two, now quite sober, and completely freak out about what we had done. But for now, in this moment, it was perfection, and in this moment I was completely and utterly in love and in lust with my beautiful daughter. 

But I also had to pee. Badly. 

I was loathe to untangle myself from Cait, worried that doing so would wake her, and upon waking our dream might turn into a nightmare. But my bladder would only hold out for so long. So, as slowly and as gently as possible, I began to maneuver myself from my daughter's naked embrace. In the early hours of the morning, I was still feeling the effects of all the booze we'd consumed, so I could only assume (and hope) that such amounts of booze would keep Cait and her smaller, inexperienced form comatose for just a little while longer. I took almost five full minutes to disengage from her, and she appeared to remain dead to the world that whole time. Thank goodness! 

I gently swung my legs over the side of the bed and stood up slowly so as not to jerk the bed around on its springs. Once I was standing, I glanced back to confirm she was still out. I took a deep breath, and the distinct (and sweet) smell of my daughter's bedroom filled my nostrils. With whatever hair products and lotions she used, Cait had a very lovely and distinct aroma about her. But I could also smell traces of our combined bodily fluids—the smell of sex—and it would forever alter my established "Scent of Cait." 

To further avoid waking Cait I padded down the hallway to the guest bathroom to use the toilet. I would possibly make too much noise in Cait's bathroom, and for some reason I didn't want to travel the extra steps to the master bathroom, as if to enter the private domain of my wife and me would bring back reality too fast. So I stood over the bowl in the guest bathroom and let loose a solid steady stream of urine. I had to choke off the desire to let out a loud moan of relief, because only as I now pissed did I realize just how badly I'd needed to go. As I held my penis steady during this epic pee, I felt a little crustiness in my pubic hair. I smiled knowing that this was from the combined bodily fluids of my daughter and me. My penis thickened slightly as my mind recalled our love-making, but fortunately my flow of pee continued...and continued...until finally it slowed to a trickle and I gave my cock it's customary little shake at the end. I reached forward to flush but hesitated, figuring I could come back and do that later in the morning, after my girl had awoken. So I turned toward the sink, and in the mirror I suddenly saw Cait standing in the door. 

"Good morning, Daddy." 

"Cait!" I gasped, startled. How long had she been standing there? 

She said, "You really had to go, didn't you, poor thing?" 

Long enough. 

I tried to gauge her attitude. I hadn't turned on the light in the bathroom, so there was still only the light coming form the hallway, and it was casting Cait in silhouette. But while I couldn't exactly see her expression I could tell she was still just as completely nude as I was, so that was a good sign. 

"Well," I said, "we drank a lot last night, so yeah, I was ready to pop." 

"I know the feeling," she replied, stepping into the bathroom. Seemingly oblivious to me standing right next to her and watching, Cait lowered the toilet seat, sat gingerly upon it, and a few seconds later I could hear her own steady stream of urine splash into the bowl. 

She looked up and saw the surprised expression on my face, and she smiled with a shrug. "I got to watch you go pee, seems only fair you get to watch me." 

I smiled back. "Makes sense." 

As she continued to pee, Cait asked, "Do you and Mommy go pee in front of each other?" 

"We're probably not this direct about it with each other when we're both in the bathroom at the same time, but if it's just for a quick pee we rarely close the door." 

Admittedly, I found it very erotic to watch my naked daughter going to the bathroom. My swelling penis betrayed what was in my mind, and Cait smiled at it. 

"This is fun peeing together, Daddy," she said. "Not sure why. But I hope we can always do this together if it's just you and me." 

"Sure, pumpkin." 

"But just pee! I don't feel very sexy pooping!" 

I chuckled. "That's a fair compromise!" 

That was about when Cait finished pissing, and after she dabbed her bald pussy with some tissue and flushed we both washed our hands together. 

"It's still night time," Cait said. "Let's go back to bed!" 

"No argument here!" 

I followed her down the hallway, getting a good well-lit look at her backside for the first time. I was fully erect by the time we entered her room. She climbed back into bed, then turned and saw my cock as I stood by the bed. 

"God, Daddy, I will never get over how huge it is." 

I grinned proudly, then tested the waters for future fun. "I hope I didn't make you too sore last night..." 

"I gotta admit," she said, "I'm still kinda sore down there, yes. But it was sooooo worth it! And I know I'll get used to you!" She grinned and added, "We have all weekend!" 

There was now no doubt that I would get to have sex with my daughter again at some point, so if it wasn't now I could be patient. But the thought that future sex was guaranteed made my cock twitch and bounce, and Cait noticed it and was now staring right at it. 

"Hmm," she said. "Maybe there's something else I can do for you, Daddy." She got to her knees and moved close to the edge of the bed where I still stood. "You know, to help relieve the pressure until we can do it again." 

My own grin widened. "Oh yeah? What are you going to do for me, baby?" 

She finally reached out with one small hand and gently gripped the head of my penis. "You taught me how to have sex last night. Maybe now you could teach me to...you know..." She gave me a couple of tentative strokes. Pre-cum was already leaking out of me. 

But I wanted to hear the words from her mouth. I wanted my daughter to tell Daddy what she wanted. "Ask properly, my girl." 

She blushed, then smiled and looked up at me, giving me the most innocent little-girl expression she could muster. "Please, Daddy, will you show me how to give a blowjob?" 

"Is that what you want, baby?" 

"Yes, Daddy." She scooted closer. "I want to learn how to suck a dick." 

"Who's dick?" 

"Your dick, Daddy. Only your dick." 

"That's my girl," I said, my vision almost clouding over with lust. "Daddy will teach his precious little girl how to suck a dick." 

Cait pouted in the most adorable way when I took my hand and gently moved hers off of my cock. But it was only so I could climb back into bed with her. I put a bunch of pillows behind me to be able to recline a just the right angle to be able to relax and enjoy the pending fellatio while being able to watch and guide my novice little incestuous cocksucker at work. 

My daughter kneeled beside me and reached out for my erect cock again. She held it gingerly in her slender fingers. I was so turned on I was now steadily oozing pre-ejaculate fluids, which got on her fingers and made them glisten. I reached out and stroked Cait's hair for a moment, then slid my hand down along her face and then toward one of her heavy breasts. I gently massaged it and nodded for Cait to begin. 

"Feel free to explore," I encouraged softly. "I know you'll be wonderful." 

Cait leaned down and got close to my cock. She tilted it straight up and gripped it just a little more securely. She put her nose close to the tip and inhaled, obviously curious about the slick clear fluid that bubbled from the opening to my urethra. 

She swallowed, her mouth apparently watering, and said, "I'm nervous that I won't be good at it, Daddy." 

"Oh, my beautiful girl." I reached out again and stroked her soft hair, gently brushing her long strands away from her face and behind her ear. "There's no possible way you could be bad at this. Just do what comes naturally." I guided her hand on my shaft, subtly suggesting a position and grip a little more comfortable for me. "Explore me with your hands. When you feel comfortable, taste me with your tongue." 

Tentatively, Cait did what I suggested. In a sign of good instincts on her part, she took advantage of the natural lubrication my pre-cum was making and began sliding her fist up and down along my rigid shaft. I marveled at the fact that even her middle finger couldn't quite touch the tip of her thumb. The poor girl was probably wondering just how she was going to fit the fat head of my penis into her mouth. But she was prepared to try! 

"You have such a beautiful cock, Daddy," she said in almost a whisper as she stroked me. 

"Thank you, baby." 

"I want to bring you so much pleasure." She glanced into my eyes. "I always want to be your little girl. Can I still be that and still have this?" She gripped my penis devoutly. 

"Oh, Cait," I sighed, my eyes actually misting up. "You will always, always be my little girl." 

I now meant that last remark on a much deeper level. Had we never entered into a sexual relationship, I would always adore and protect Cait and be a good father to her. Now that she had given me her body as well as her love as a daughter, I knew I could no longer just love my daughter. 

I would worship her. 

We locked eyes for another long moment, an unspoken bond of love and lust being formed right there. And then, to my great pleasure, my daughter returned her attention to my cock. With one hand she continued to slowly and gently stroke me. With her other she began curiously and lightly exploring my testicles. She bent her head down and sniffed at the tip of my penis again. 

"I want to know what it tastes like," she murmured. 

I gasped in wonton pleasure when she gingerly stuck out her little pink tongue and made contact with the swollen, purple head of my cock. Her first quick taste test turned into a second, and then a third. She glanced up at me and grinned. 

"Not bad!" she said. I could only hope she'd hold that opinion when the real stuff came out. Through the lusty fog clouding my mind I made a mental note to warn her before the inevitable happened. 

"You're doing great," I said. "You're making Daddy feel so good. Keep going." 

Cait grinned at me once more, but this time in addition to the love there was something else, something a little devilish, and little mischievous. When she turned back toward my cock she pursed her lips, then licked them. She lowered her head down again and planted a warm puckered kiss right at my tip. I squirmed and moaned in pleasure. This was such sweet torture! Encouraged by the sounds I was making, Cait kept her kiss attached to my penis, and then I felt her tongue darting out, as if to poke into the opening of my urethra. And she was so slow about it that I almost didn't sense at first that she was moving, but with just a little bit at a time, my daughter was sucking more and more of the head of my cock into her mouth. 

"Oh, my baby girl," I cooed. "That's it...that's it, baby." 

"Mmmm..." was all she could reply, and the vibration from that sound sent tingles of electricity through the shaft of my pulsing cock. 

Once my head was fully inside my daughter's mouth, she once again went to work with her tongue. She seemed to be using the same technique as if she were making out. With an eagerness to please, Cait swirled her tongue round and round and back and forth. All the while she kept stroking my shaft with one hand and massaging my balls with the other. This girl was a natural. 

It was almost as if I were receiving a blowjob for the first time in my life. A few times in high school and through the first years of college I'd enjoyed some great blowjobs and some not-so-great blowjobs from a handful of women, but that was so long ago. Having been married to my wife for twenty years, it was natural that the frequency of blowjobs was decreased from our first days of dating. And even when my wife, Heather, did suck my cock, it was usually as a method of foreplay, leading quickly to intercourse. I wasn't complaining, because my wife and I did truly have a pretty good sex life. Yet I honestly couldn't remember the last time I'd been blown for the sake of being blown. So today would be a day I would remember—and treasure—for an eternity. 

Cait was getting bolder now as her mouth started to become adjusted to my girth. She now had a good few inches of me between her sensuous lips. She was pausing frequently to get used to that and probably control her gag reflex. These pauses served to "tease" me to no end, which ironically made for the blowjob to be even better. Only as she began very carefully and slowly bobbing her head up and down did I feel the occasional and very light scrape of her teeth. But I could tell she was working out a way to suck me with as little tooth-interference as possible, and I didn't have to instruct her about it. 

Again, this girl—my girl—was a natural. 

It was all I could do to prevent my own hips from thrusting up, I was so eager to bring about orgasm now. But I had to be patient. Cait sensed me fidgeting under her and glanced up at me, her big eyes looking so gorgeous above the erotic sight of my cock still halfway inside her mouth. 

"You're doing so well, pumpkin," I said. "Daddy is just so excited, it's hard to stay still." 

Cait lifted her mouth off my cock and worked her jaw a bit. "I'm so glad, Daddy." She smacked her lips. "This is fun! And you taste so good! It's just that you're so...big!" She pressed her warm flushed cheek up against the length of my wet shaft. "I'm sorry but I just don't think I'll be able to get all of you in my mouth!" 

I chuckled, quite proud of my size. "It's okay, baby, really. You're already so gifted at this, I just know you'll get better with practice. You don't have to get the whole thing in your mouth." I touched the little hand of hers that was still fisting my shaft. "Just practice timing the rhythm of the pumping of my shaft with the sucking up top and you'll have me ready to cum in no time, I promise!" 

"Really?" she beamed. "Help me. Guide me, Daddy." 

With relish she once again engulfed the head and upper shaft of my raging cock. And with renewed vigor she began stroking the exposed part of my cock. It took very little effort to coax her into moving her head up and down in perfect time with her hand, and she quickly realized how getting it just right meant perfect stimulation between the sucking and the stroking. 

"That's it," I moaned, "thaaaaat's doin' it right, baby." 

My balls were beginning to boil, eager to cough up their potent seed. 

"You make Daddy feel sooooo good, my sweet girl." 

After a few more minutes Cait had to lift her mouth off me to relieve her tired jaw again, but thankfully she never slowed her stroking. She opened and closed her mouth a few times then seemed ready to dive back in. But first she smiled at me. 

"Are you going to be able to cum, Daddy? Am I going to be able to make it happen?" 

"Oh god, yes," I said with passion. "I'm already so close, baby. Just a few more minutes of sucking and I'll be ready to cum. I'll let you know," I added, remembering I needed to warn her. 

Cait lowered her head back toward my cock again, but before she sucked it back in she said, "You made me a woman last night, Daddy, when you took my virginity. I loved feeling you cum inside me." 

"It was so wonderful," I replied, desperately hoping she'd start sucking me again soon. "I will always treasure our first time." 

Cait said, "Daddy, I want this first time with my mouth to be special too. I want you to...will you cum in my mouth when you're ready?" 

My cock twitched in near orgasm as if to reply on its own. It was enough of a jump to surprise Cait, and she glanced at it, grinned, then glanced back up at me. 

"Is that okay, Daddy? Can I taste your cum?" 

"Oh, baby, yes, yes! If you're sure though." 

My balls were starting to contract. It would not be long now. 

"I'm sure, Daddy. I don't know if I'll be able to take it all if you cum as much as you did last night, but I'll try." 

"That's already so generous of you, Cait. It will feel so good to cum in your mouth." 

"That's what I want for my Daddy," she said, turning back to my cock, as if talking to it now and not me. "I want him to feel the kind of pleasure only his own daughter can give him." 

Her mouth was on me again, and to my astonishment she was able to get well more than half of my cock into her mouth this time. She was pouring her heart and soul into making her first blowjob the best blowjob ever, and the best it certainly was! I almost reached out to back her off as I felt her cough slightly and saw her eyes welling up with tears. She was fighting her gag reflex like a trooper. 




Birds, Bees and Booze Ch. 02



But I did not stop her, oh no my good friend, because I was now on the verge of erupting into what I knew would be a tremendous orgasm. I began to moan and croon out my daughter's name. And as she sucked me for all she was worth I heard her begin to whimper and moan as well over my cock. Even in the haze of my own pending orgasm I realized that this otherwise one-sided act of fellatio was also having an effect on Cait. She started trembling and squirming, and that's when I realized that she was about to have her own orgasm. Both of her hands were still dedicated to my cock and balls, yet just the act of blowing me was bringing such pleasure to my daughter that she would be climaxing as well. 

Such a realization, and such a primitive and wholly encompassing desire for my own dear daughter was enough to finally send me launching over the edge. 

"Cait!" I cried out. "Oh baby, I'm cumming now! Cumming!" 

"Mmmmmm!" Cait squealed back around my cock. 

The first blast of my semen must have been so huge, so powerful that it shot straight up and then down my daughter's throat. It was the second, third and then fourth blast that really started filling her mouth. Through the first half of my orgasm I saw nothing but black and stars as my eyes were screwed shut in ecstasy. As my balls continued to jet forth their milky white contents I finally managed to reacquire focus on my little girl. Like a resolute rookie she maintained her grip on my cock with her mouth and hand. While her mouth had frozen over the head of my penis, she kept pumping my shaft with her tiny fist, instinctively milking me for as much sperm as I could shoot. The poor girl's eyes were streaming with tears, and her face was beet red, but she was determined to let me finish before she thought of herself. 

I lost count of how many times my cock and balls flexed, and it seemed like my climax had lasted for an eternity. But finally I felt my orgasm subside, and though my penis was still twitching the last few tiny squirts of seed, I placed my hand on Cait's head as a signal that the poor girl could let me go. 

With her mouth still around my shrinking cock, Cait blinked some of her tears away and looked at me. I nodded permission and only then did she finally release me. My wet cock flopped down onto my stomach with a light slapping sound. Cait stared at it and held her head still over it. Her cheeks were bloated out and strings of overflowing semen hung thickly from her lips. Through her nose I heard Cait take a slow careful breath. She closed her eyes and paused. After a moment, when to my observation she had fought down the final temptation to gag or cough, she tilted her head up toward me. 

Then swallowed. 

I stared at her in utter amazement. Her first blowjob. Her first time taking a man's cock in her mouth. Her first time tasting semen. And my little girl had done her Daddy proud by swallowing his massive load. 

Well, most of it. To her own obvious (and adorable) surprise she couldn't quite swallow all of my spunk in one go. After the first swallow she gave me an otherwise charming girlish grin, but it was also wholly erotic, because basting her lips and teeth and oozing down her chin were still copious amounts of my warm white seed. 

Still somewhat breathless, I said, "You okay, baby?" 

Cait nodded and the motion of her head caused a dollop of my cum to drop from her chin to my thigh. She glanced down at it, then back to me, and her grinned widened! Then she licked her lips and swallowed a few more times. 

"I did it, Daddy!" she shouted proudly. "I did it!" 

"Oh yes, you definitely did, my gorgeous girl. Daddy is sooooo proud of you!" 

She seemed remarkably unconcerned about either the taste or the appearance of my semen all over her face and mouth. As if it were merely dabs of frosting Cait wiped herself with the back of her hand. She didn't go so far as to lick my seed off her hand, but she didn't hesitate to wipe it on the sheet. 

"I don't mind your cum in my bed," she said with a wink. 

I simply stared at her in wonder, still quite drunk from my own massive climax. Cait sat up on her haunches, then glanced down at her shaved pussy. She reached down and touched it, then the sheet below. 

"Wow," she said, "I knew I had an orgasm too, but I can't believe at how wet I got the bed!" 

I blinked and leaned forward a little, admiring both her bald little pussy and the damp spot beneath her. 

"You're amazing, Cait," I said simply. 

I got a loving grin in return, then Cait lowered herself down again and curled up against me, almost recreating the image I'd seen of her when I first woke up. She closed her eyes and snuggled with me for several long moments. I simply lay back, closed my eyes and enjoyed the afterglow. 

Without opening my eyes, I asked, "Are you okay?" 

"Oh yes," she said. "That was amazing." 

"You're telling me!" 

"I guess I'm going to have to get used to being gooey with you, whether you cum in my pussy or my mouth." I heard her smacking her lips again. "You cum a lot, Daddy!" 

"You bring it out of me, pumpkin." 

"I love it. I love you." 

I felt her squeeze into me, and I squeezed back, allowing a hand to graze along one of her wonderful breasts. "I love you too, baby." After another moment I asked, "So I taste okay?" I was worried that she didn't actually like the taste of my semen, and I wanted to let her know she didn't have to do that all the time. 

"It's definitely a weird taste," she said matter-of-factly. "But it's not bad at all. In fact, it was a huge turn-on knowing that you were going to cum in my mouth." 

"Really?" 

I felt her nod against my shoulder. "I think what actually sent me over the edge was when I first tasted it, when I first started to swallow your cum." 

"Wow," I said, quite literally in awe of my daughter. 

She sat up a little and I opened my eyes and saw her watching me. 

"I meant what I said, Daddy. I want to be your little girl, always. And I want to bring you pleasure, always." 

"I believe you, baby, and I want that too." 

"Drinking your cum...having it shoot inside me...that's my favorite way to prove to you that I'm your girl." 

I reached up and stroked her hair. "And that's how I'll claim you as my girl, baby. I will fill you with my sperm every chance I get. I will always want you. I love you." 

"Oh god, Daddy, that's so wonderful." She dropped down and hugged me again. "I can't wait to feel you inside me again. Please promise we can make love all weekend long." 

As if to match the warmth that was rising in my heart for this girl, the first early rays of dawn began illuminating her bedroom. I held her tightly to me, our naked bodies almost as one. 

"I promise, pumpkin. We will make love all weekend long. Because you are my girl." 

"Awesome!" she exclaimed. Then, a few moments later she said, "Daddy?" 

"Yes?" 

"Since you made such a wonderful dinner last night, your little girl is going to make you an epic breakfast!" 

I chuckled. "I can't wait." 

"But we gotta take care of something first." 

"And that is?" 

I gave a slight frown of mock-disappointment when I felt Cait stir and sit up again. She slid to the edge of the bed and stood up. By chance she happened to stand up directly in a wide warm beam of new sunlight, and her adorable naked body just glowed. She reached her hand out toward me. 

"Come one, Daddy," she said. "Let's get in the shower..."