7 comments/ 95879 views/ 31 favorites Sarah Learns A Lesson By: SmallTitFan "John, I have something I need to tell you, and it's rather awful," my wife said to me as we lay in bed. The room was dark and I could not see the expression on her face which would have telegraphed the gravity of her concern. Instead, I thought she was joking and I responded, "You have a headache tonight, or you've decided to run away with the boy next door?" She didn't laugh but, sometimes, my humor was lost on her. "Oh, it must be real serious," I said in a feigned voice of concern. "Why, Laura! You've decided to run away with the girl next door? Well, she is hot, so can I come too?" "John, stop joking. This is serious! It concerns Sarah," she said. Sarah was our youngest child, the only child remaining at home. She was 18 years old, barely, and three months away from graduating high school. After having three boys, I had finally gotten the daughter I wanted and I had been wrapped around her little finger since the day she was born. Of course, many of the boys would have loved to be close to her. Physically, she was very pretty. I'm her father and a bit biased but I will admit that she probably wouldn't win any beauty pageants but, still, she was a pretty girl. I say that she wouldn't win any beauty pageants because she was still rather small chested. Sarah's boobs were 34A's and she had whined about wanting breast surgery for the past year, but I had refused. I hadn't seen her naked chest since she was about 7 years old, but I had seen her in bikinis. I thought her boobs were proportionate to her small frame and complemented her petite body very well. Besides, there was still a possibility that she would continue to grow. There was more to Sarah than just small boobs. She had a cute face, an innocent face, a sweet girl-next-door face like Hillary Duff or Kate Hudson. She was 5'1" tall (or short) and had not an ounce of fat on her frame. She had blonde hair that was usually straight and fell to the middle of her back. In addition to her physical attractiveness, she was fairly intelligent. She was not the valedictorian of the class but she was in the honor society at high school and she would be starting college in the fall. Needless to say, she was popular at school with both the boys and the girls. Now you will probably think that I am just another father who is blind to the humanity and faults of his little princess but . . . I really thought that she was still a virgin. She had dated 2 or 3 boys in high school but she never stayed out until 2 AM and she never seemed excessively attached to any of the guys. In fact, some might have questioned whether she was, perhaps, more interested in girls, but I had never seen any indications of that, either. The biggest fault I had seen in my little girl was that she 'went along with the crowd' too often and did not stand her ground when she knew that her friends were doing something that was wrong. In fact, that is what my wife was getting ready to address. "John, you know Bill and Freda? Well, I saw Freda at the grocery store today and she told me that her daughter – you know, Tiffany – had come to her and told her that she was getting bullied by some girls at school. Tiffany was talking to some other girl's boyfriend and the drama started. The other girl was one of Sarah's friends and you know how loyal Sarah is to her friends. Well, Freda said that Sarah pulled out her cell phone and took a picture of Tiffany in the shower after gym class and she was threatening to post it on the internet unless Tiffany stopped talking to the boy." She paused, inviting me, in her silent but obvious way, to respond and agree with her. "Well, I certainly hate hearing that shit!" I said. "That's how bullying starts and, you know, you hear about kids committing suicide about this kind of stuff. Sarah's knows that's wrong and we've talked to her about doing the right thing instead of just following along with her friends, but she still doesn't get it." "She doesn't seem to listen to a thing I tell her recently," my wife complained, suggesting that this was a problem that she wanted me to address. "Okay, I get the idea that you want me to handle this," I responded. "Are you still going to see your sister this weekend?" I asked. "This weekend, meaning tomorrow? Yes, of course!" she answered. "I'll talk to her this weekend," I said. * * * Laura left Friday afternoon, after work, and Sarah went out with some friends Friday night, so I spent the night at home, alone, with time to think about how to address this matter. * * * Saturday morning, Sarah got out of bed about 10 AM. She was wearing one of my old tee shirts that was cut off so that it exposed her midriff and the pair of thong panties that was hiding her feminine treasure. Laura had previously told me that Sarah had started shaving her pubic hair, so it was no surprise that the tight little panties revealed a sweet looking camel toe. "Hi, Daddy!" she said in a cheerful voice as she went to the refrigerator and retrieved the milk for her cereal. "I'm not accustomed to seeing you in such a revealing state of undress," I said, expecting some push back from Sarah. "Yeah, well, Mom's not here and you know what a prude she is, and . . . it's just you and me, Daddy, so . . . it's not a problem, is it?" "It doesn't bother me if it doesn't bother you." That was the end of that conversation. After breakfast, I told Sarah that I wanted to talk to her in my study. "Okay, Daddy, just let me get dressed first," she requested. "No, you can get dressed later," I responded in an authoritative tone. "Your Mom's not here." "Am I in trouble, Daddy?" she asked. "Let's go in the study and talk," I said, avoiding a direct answer to her question. I sat down at my desk and motioned for her to sit in the chair in front of the desk. "Honey, I know that you are concerned about, or maybe a little embarrassed about, the size of your boobs." As I said this, I could see her face beginning to turn a bit red. "You've told both your mother and me that you wanted to have a boob job and, so far, my response has been 'no.' Frankly, I don't see anything wrong with the size of your boobs and I think you are very attractive just the way you are." "So, then, why do we need to talk about this again?" she inquired. "Well, your mother has talked to me about it recently and she asked me to reconsider it, and I told her I would. In fact, she suggested that it could be our graduation gift to you. So, I told her that I would talk to you this weekend, while she's off visiting her sister. So, this is your chance to convince me that you should get a boob job." "Daddy, isn't it obvious that my boobs are small. I feel like a little girl when I'm in the locker room. If I was ever with a guy . . .." She abruptly stopped in mid-sentence, realizing that she probably shouldn't encourage me to conjure up a mental image of her naked with a boyfriend. "Sweetie, what is your bra size?" I asked even though I knew the answer. "34A," she immediately replied. "Do they sell 34A bras in the stores where you shop or do you need to special order them?" "No, they sell them in the stores, Daddy. What's that got to do with it?" "Do you know why they sell 34A bras in all the stores? It's because there's plenty of women who go in and buy 34A bras. That means your boobs are just like a lot of other women's boobs. Of course they're small, but they're boobs and, as far as I can tell, they're normal in all respects, so I just don't get it," I uttered with a sound of exasperation in my voice. "Women think every man on the planet wants a woman with big tits but that just isn't true." "Daddy, you haven't even seen my 'tits' since I was a little girl so how would you know?" she retorted. I didn't offer any immediate response, so she continued. "Is that what you want? Do you wanna see my boobs?" she said not as an offer but as a query. "Honey, if I was gonna pay for a boob job for you, I would want to see them before and after. Your Mom says that a boob job costs between 6 and 8 thousand dollars. If I spend that kind of money, I'd wanna know why I'm spending it and then I'd wanna see what I got for my money!" "Daddy, I love you, but you're my father. I'd feel kinda funny seeing you look at me naked," she explained. "Can't you just trust me on this one?" "Well, you don't feel funny running around in a half of a tee shirt and a little thong that doesn't hide more than 2 square inches of pussy, so what's the big deal. You know, in some families, people see each other naked all the time and they don't think anything about it at all. Families go to nudist resorts and spend the whole weekend naked and it's no big deal. It's just a matter of what's in your mind," I explained. "No, Daddy, it's what's in my eyes. I can't stand here naked and look at your face while you look at my body. I just can't!" she explained. "Well, you've gotta decide how important it is to you," I very calmly declared. "It's not like anyone else is gonna see you . . . or even know about it. Would it help if you were blindfolded so you didn't see me face?" I asked only half-jokingly. "That wouldn't do any good, Daddy. I'd freak out and just yank off the blindfold!" "What if your hands were tied up so you couldn't do that?" I suggested. "Daddy's aren't supposed to see their daughters naked," she said, as if she was going to trump me with an accusation about morality. "And people aren't supposed to get surgery to change their appearance just because they can," I responded. "If you change your mind, I'll let you have a glass of wine first. It'll help you to relax." After a few seconds, I ended the conversation with "let me know if you change your mind. Okay, go on, get out of here." Sarah had a look of disappointment on her face and a look of defeat. She could usually get whatever she wanted from me but none of her charms had worked this time. She trudged out of my study with shoulders slumped. About ten minutes later, I was still sitting at my desk when she knocked on the door. I looked up and acknowledged her presence. "I might need more than one glass of wine," she said. "Okay, but it's too early to start drinking, so we'll do it later this afternoon. Why don't you just relax and lay out by the pool for a while. I might come out and join you in a bit, if you can put up with an old guy like me." "Oh Daddy!" she said in that voice that usually indicates that she thinks she's having her way with me. A few hours later, I poured two glasses of wine and changed into a swim suit. When I walked out to the pool, Sarah was laying on a chaise, getting sun on her back. She was wearing a bright yellow bikini that shouldn't have been legal. The panty was a thong-style bikini that clearly showed everything except her bumhole. It was the style that ties on the sides. Her top was untied so, essentially, her entire back was nude and exposed to me. "New bikini?" I asked. "Yeah. Do you like it?" she asked. "I wouldn't want you going out in public wearing that unless you had a police escort, but it's okay around here," I responded in a very paternal voice. I softened my tine as I added, "I brought you a glass of wine." "Great," she responded. "Did you bring me a straw?" She turned to look at my facial expression. "I'm just kidding, Daddy. I know you don't drink wine through a straw." She tied her top and then sat up. She began imbibing and her wine was disappearing in gulps rather than sips. "You're hitting that kinda hard, aren't you?" I asked. "I can't take my time and think about this too much. I've gotta get my nerve up. I can't believe that I'm doing this, or that I'm finally gonna get a boob job so I can look like a woman instead of a little girl." "Honey, in that bikini, nobody in their right mind would say that you look like a little girl," I reiterated my thoughts on the subject. "Whatever!" she uttered. "Is there more wine inside?" "Sure, if you want some. I'll go get it." In a minute, I returned with the remainder of the bottle in hand. I filled her glass as I continued to sip mine slowly. Within 15 minutes, she had finished two more glasses and I told her that should be her limit for now. "Yeah, I guess I'm sorta feeling it, so . . . what the hell. Let's go do it," she said. We stood and collected our glasses, towels, and other paraphernalia and went back inside. "I have to pee," she announced, and I detected a slight slur to her words. "Okay, I'll be in my study." As she walked into the office, it was obvious that the combination of wine and sun had affected her ability to walk a straight line. "Okay, how do you wanna do this?" she asked. "Well, we'll make it easier by blindfolding you and tying your hands. Stand over here," I said, directing her to stand beneath a fern that was hanging from a substantial wooden bracket mounted to the wall. "You sure you wanna do this?" "Let's get it over with," she responded. "Hold your hands together in front of you," I instructed. I placed a piece of Velcro around her wrists. I made sure that it was firm and snug without being too tight. I looked into her eyes and smiled, then I placed a makeshift blindfold over her eyes and tied it securely. Finally, I wove a piece of braided cord through the Velcro closure, threw one end over the bracket above us, and then hoisted her arms up until they were well above her head. "What are you doing?" she asked. "Just making sure that your arms don't get in the way," I answered. "Okay, turn around." She turned facing the wall. I reached up and untied her bikini top and pulled it away from her torso. "This better be worth it," she muttered as she turned around. Her boobs were the most beautiful sight I have ever beheld. Her 34A mounds were firm and taut. They stood proud and erect and, of course, had no sag to them whatsoever. Her areolae were about the size of quarters and were a light reddish-brown color. Her nipples were erect and about the size of pencil erasers. "Sweetie, are you cold?" I asked. "No, Daddy. Why are you asking?" "Well, your nipples are hard and there are two reasons why a woman's nipples get hard; the first is being cold and the second is being sexually aroused." "Well, I guess this is, kinda . . . you know . . . this feels so wrong to do, but . . . don't think I'm weird, but . . . I guess this is a little bit, uh . . . exciting." "Well, I'm not trying to get you aroused, but I do need to see, and, actually, I need to look at them from several angles, so this might take a few minutes." I walked over to my desk and pulled out a digital camera. The shutter on it was extremely quiet and she would have no idea that I was taking pictures. I began focusing and snapping shots of her lovely petite orbs. After a couple of minutes, her nipples were no longer erect. "Honey, I need to see your nipples hard again," I said to her. "Well, there's not much I can do about that," she replied. "I'm kind of tied up at the moment." "Okay, well, I'm gonna touch you for just a few seconds." I placed my right hand on her right breast and grabbed her nipple between by thumb and forefinger. I rolled her nipple between my fingers and it was soon as hard as a rock. "That felt good, Daddy, but I don't think we're supposed to be doing that," she said. "Well, sometimes, people do things that they're not supposed to do. I'm not supposed to pull your bottoms down, am I?" "Daddy! That was definitely not part of the deal!" she insisted. "I know, but I'm gonna do it anyway," I told her. "I'll explain in a few minutes." I began to untie her bikini bottoms on one side and she started trying to squirm away from me, but she couldn't go very far. Soon, one side was undone. I reached around her and untied the other side and let the bottom fall to the floor. "How do you like being totally exposed to me?" I asked. "Why are you doing this?" she demanded. "I said I'll explain everything in a few minutes but there's not going to be any boob job if you don't cooperate. Now, stand up straight!" I stood back from her and took in the glory of my girl's naked body. Her legs were toned, slender, and well-tanned. They led up to a pussy that men would die for. She was completely shaved and there was no sign of pubic hairs anywhere, not even any stubble. Her pussy was small and her inner lips were completely hidden behind her outer lips. She had a very simple slit which truly reminded me of the way she looked when she was a baby, but in a somewhat larger version. Many men would have been unable to resist the temptation. They would have simply grabbed her and fucked her well and good. I must admit that the sight of her naked body made me want her. I wanted to fuck her mouth and her pussy and her ass. But I wouldn't and I wouldn't. I picked up the camera and took more pictures of this sweet, lithe creature. I told her to turn around and she complied with my instruction. I had already seen her ass when she was wearing thong panties and bikinis but seeing her ass totally unclad made me want it even more. I wanted to run my hands over her sweet little behind, to plant little kisses on her tight cheeks, to run my wet tongue down the crack of her ass until I found her most forbidden orifice. "Take a step back and then bend forward as much as you can," I instructed her and, again, she complied. "I'm going to touch your behind now," I warned her. I placed my hands on her cheeks and pulled them apart. Her little rosebud was perfect. It was pink and puckered and it looked very tight. "Daddy, you're not supposed to see me there," she chided me. "Well, people do all sorts of things they're not supposed to do, don't they?" I asked. "Stand up straight, now, and turn around. I'm gonna remove your blindfold first." I approached her and came within inches of having our bodies touch as I reached behind her head and loosened the blindfold. As I removed it, she had a puzzled look on her face. She knew this was not about a boob job but she didn't know what my agenda was. I sat down in an overstuffed chair and looked her in the eyes. "You have a picture of Tiffany on your cell phone and I want you to get your phone and bring it to me. I know what you have done to that girl and you are busted big time. I'm gonna untie your hands and you're gonna go get your phone. Don't put on any clothes. If you don't do exactly as I've instructed you, your phone will be turned off, you will be grounded for the next three months, and you will not be going away to college. Do you understand me?" All of this had been delivered in a very stern voice that she had not heard in a very long time and I could tell that she was intimidated. "Yes, sir," was her simple and humble response. I untied her and she immediately left the room. Within 30 seconds, she had returned with her cell phone in her hand. "What do you want me to do now?" she asked. "Sit down," I said, motioning to one of the two chairs I had arranged facing each other. She sat, crossed her legs, and folded her arms across her chest. "I want you to understand what it feels like when someone else exposes you in a very vulnerable way, so uncross your legs and keep them spread open. Puts your hands on the arms of the chair. I want you to be exposed." She did what she had been told to do. "First, I want you to open up the picture you took of Tiffany and show me what you were using to threaten her." I really had no reason for seeing the picture other than to ogle Tiffany's body. I had seen her at our house a few times and I thought she was a real knockout. Sarah soon had the picture on her cell screen and she handed the phone to me. It was a full frontal nude shot and Tiffany was even more beautiful without her clothes on. Sarah Learns A Lesson Ch. 02 This is a continuation of an earlier story about a father and his daughter - Sarah - and how he taught her a lesson in the golden rule. While the first installment was clearly a work of fiction, this chapter indulges in even more fantasy/daydreaming/reverie/wishful thinking. I welcome reader comments but, please, do not bother to tell me that this story is too improbable to believe; I already know that. ***** We entered the master bathroom. Sarah, of course, was already naked, and she took a step towards the shower. "Where are you goin'?" I asked. "The shower, Daddy! You said you wanted to take a shower," Sarah replied. "Sarah, you need to undress me first," I chastised her. "Yes, Daddy!" She smiled as she turned to face me. She removed my belt and unbuckled my shorts and they fell to the floor. She pulled my t-shirt over my head and I stood before her in just my boxers. The last time Sarah had seen me naked, she had been too young to form a lasting visual memory of the event. "Daddy, your boxers are stickin' out in the front down there," she teased me in her little girl voice. "Well, it's obviously your fault so you'll need to do somethin' 'bout it," I advised her. She put her fingers inside the elastic on both side of my waist and pulled the boxers down until my dick was barely covered. "Do you want me to look at your peepee, Daddy?" "Peepees are what little boys have, my dear. That's a man-size boner and, yes, I want you to pull down my . . . panties!" I joked. She continued pulling my boxers down until they were around my ankles and then I stepped out of them. Sarah was now staring at her daddy's hard dick. "Have you ever been naked with a boy, Sarah?" I asked. "No, Daddy!" she responded a bit quickly. "Sarah, don't lie to me. I have pictures of you that you don't want posted on the internet, remember? Now . . . tell me how many times you've been naked with a boy." "Just twice, Daddy." "Are you still a virgin?" I asked. "No, Daddy. I had sex with James about three months ago. I was tired of being one of the last virgins at school and I just wanted to get it over with. It wasn't very good, at least not for me. He didn't give a damn about how it made me feel. He just stuck it in me and fucked me 'til he came, then it was over." "Have you ever had a guy make you cum?" I asked. "Yeah, once, but not with his thingy in me. The other time I was naked was with a guy named Riley. I told him he couldn't fuck me but I'd let him see me naked and I'd . . . I'd give him a hand job. I did it and, after he came, he said he'd do the same thing for me, and he put his finger in my pussy and he sucked on my titties and then I came. After it was over, he said I looked like his little sister, and she's only seven years old. He thought he was bein' funny but I thought he sucked for sayin' that." I know that she is self-conscious about her small boobs. Frankly, I think they are beautiful and I could suck and lick on them all night long. "Sarah, I can assure you that no seven year old girl has 34A boobs. You've been with some of your girlfriends naked, haven't you? They don't all have 36D boobs, do they?" "No, Daddy," she answered. "Did you ever do anything sexual with any of your girlfriends, Sarah? Remember . . . don't lie to me!" I warned her. "Well, a few months ago, when Chrissy spent the night, we were in bed and started talkin' about sex, and she said it had been awhile since she had sex and she was real horny and I was, too, so she said 'let's make ourselves cum at the same time, so we took off our panties and fingered ourselves, and then she reached over and put her hand on my pussy and she sucked on my titties and she made me cum. Then I did the same thing to her. So then we went to sleep, naked, but a few hours later, I woke up and she was lickin' on my pussy and, when she saw I was awake, she got on top of me and we licked each other and we came at the same time. That was the only time with a girl." At that point, I was hotter than a ten dollar pistol. My state of arousal needed no assistance in getting higher; what I needed was release. "Let's get in the shower," I suggested. I started the hot water and adjusted the temperature so it was warm but not hot. We both stepped in and I shut the door behind us. "Whaddya want me to do, Daddy?" Sarah inquired. "I'm gonna lean against the wall and then you lean back against me," I said. She did as she was told. The feeling of my naked dick against her innocent little girl behind was all it took for me to start getting harder. I reached for the hand soap and lathered both hands. I reached around Sarah and placed my hands over her boobs. I began massaging her breasts and occasionally squeezing her nipples "That feels good, Daddy," she said. I lowered my right hand until it was between her legs and then I reached up with my middle finger and touched her clit. She immediately whimpered. "How's this feel?" I asked as I started rubbing in circles around her nubbin while I continued to rub her left breast with my left hand. I then changed into an up-and-down motion on her clit and she began panting. "Daddy, that feels so good. Don't stop!" she encouraged me. As I sensed her reaching the precipice of sexual arousal, I listened for the change in her breathing that would signal an inevitable orgasm. As soon as I knew she had passed the point of no return, I plunged my finger into her vagina and started finger fucking her tight little girl hole. "Daddy, oh . . . Daddy, it feels . . . so good, oh . . . I'm cummin'" she moaned. I could feel the spasms in her pussy as it tried to squeeze my finger. I was no longer just finger fucking her pussy; she was thrusting up and down, fucking my finger. Her motion slowed down as her breathing slowed and I knew that her orgasm was subsiding. Sarah turned to face me and she leaned her body into mine. I could feel her hard nipples on my chest and I knew I wanted to be sucking on them soon. "Daddy, I can't believe how incredible that felt! That was . . . so . . . fuckin' intense! What can I do to make you feel that good?" Sarah asked. Hearing those words, I thought I had died and gone to heaven. I was naked in the shower with a horny and naked 18 year old nubile goddess and she was asking what she could do to make me feel good! "Well, dear, there's one thing that we definitely can't do . . .," I started to explain. "You mean puttin' your peepee - I mean your massive boner - in my houha," she cutely acknowledged. "I know, but what else do you want me to do , Daddy? I know how to give hand jobs and I've seen blow jobs in a porn movie, I could do that, or . . . one of my girlfriends was tellin' me about anal sex. She said she did it with her boyfriend and he loved it and it felt as good as havin' him in her pussy and they didn't have to worry about her gettin' pregnant." "Wow!" I managed to reply. "Do you wanna try anal sex?" I asked. I would love to experience the feeling of fondling her tits while Mr. Dick was sliding in and out of Sarah's tight little ass. I know some girls like it but what are the odds that one of her girlfriends would tell her it felt that good? "Well, a few minutes ago, when you made me stick my finger in my own butt and it felt okay but I was thinkin' 'bout how it would feel if it was your finger, so . . . we could try that and, maybe if it felt okay, we could try you stickin' somethin' else in my butt," she giggled as she made the offer. "Okay, but let's get out of the shower and in bed," I suggested. We both got out of the shower and dried off. I pulled back the covers and sheets and invited Sarah into my bed. "First, get in bed sitting up so your butt's resting on the heels of your feet, up at the top, facing the bottom, and I'll be right back," I told her. As she was getting into position, I retrieved the bottle of lube from my study. "Now raise up so you're not back on your heels and spread your knees apart," I said. I got in bed on my back and scooted up so that my face was directly under her pussy. "Now lean forward and put your hands down on the bed, beside my hips, for support." As soon as she had done that, I began licking on her pussy. It only took three or four licks before her pussy juices started flowing. I loved the taste of her natural lubrications. It was sweet and a slight bit earthy and I was sure that she tasted just a bit different because she was an almost virgin. As I continued licking on her female lips and clit, I reached around with both hands and spread her butt cheeks. Her little rosebud was clean and pure, simple and very inviting. I began running my fingers lightly across the ridges on both sides of her pucker. After doing that three or four times, I put the tip of my right index finger in the middle of her heiney hole and pushed with just enough force to slightly part her pucker. She began thrusting her ass back against my finger and I quickly got the idea that she wanted more. I got the lube and applied just enough to my finger tip and repositioned it at the entrance to her forbidden zone. I began to push and she immediately moved backwards to impale herself on my lubricated digit. I felt her ass squeeze my finger in a rhythmic pulse of contractions and I immediately knew that Sarah would love anal sex. "Daddy, that feels so good. I want you to do me back there!" Sarah demanded. I stopped my oral ministrations and told her to turn around in the bed. I had her get up on her knees but with her shoulders down on the mattress. This resulted in her ass being pointed upwards. The sight was, itself, worthy of an erotic photo shoot. She shaved her ass hair as well as her cunt hair and she either bleached her asshole or it was naturally not pigmented. I'ce seen a lot of porn pictures of girl's asses and most of them have dark skin around their asshole, but not Sarah. When I looked at her cute little pucker, all I could think about was sticking my dick in there as far as it would go. I got behind her and I applied more lube to my finger. I reinserted it into her butt and she immediately declared, "Daddy, that's not your thingy." This time, I slid my finger in past the second knuckle and I started thrusting my finger in her ass. "That's good but I need your boner in me, Daddy!" I pulled my finger out and applied a generous amount of lube to Wet Willy. I put the tip of my dick at her forbidden entrance and pushed until I felt the head of my dick just slide in past the watchful eye of her vigilant sphincter. "Oh, yeah, Baby! You feel so fuckin' good!" I said. "Do me, Daddy. Stick it in more!" she demanded. I began pushing in and pulling out, penetrating a little more with each invasion, until my dick was fully buried in her ass and my balls were slapping against her pussy lips. Her ass was the tightest thing I had ever felt in my life. It felt like a vacuum that refused to release me. With each push into her bowels, I felt my ejaculate building within me, marshaling the forces to prepare for its inevitable eruption. "Daddy, it feels like your thing's in my pussy!" she said. "It's so good!" Sarah was responding to each thrust of my manhood. With each forward movement, her torso would tense and her shoulders would lift up. "Cum in me, Daddy!" Sarah pleaded for release. As soon as I heard those words, it was a fait accompli. It felt as though my testicles were being squeezed, then I felt the sperm travelling through my dick in waves and erupting into her ass. The squeezing sensation subsided and I felt nothing but absolute joy in the honor of emptying my seed into Sarah's most private recess. As I pulled my detumescent member from the confines of Sarah's tight derrière, I heard another female clearing her throat, obviously trying to draw attention to herself. I turned to see Laura standing in the bedroom doorway. She had obviously witnessed most of what had just transpired. "Does someone want to offer an explanation or should I just pull out a gun and shoot the both of you?" I knew that Laura did not have a gun and she was just being a bit dramatic with her demand for an explanation, but, finding your husband with his dick in your daughter's ass qualifies as a legitimate opportunity to indulge in dramatic behavior. "Well . . . I, uh . . ." I lamely offered, obviously stalling to try to think of something that might sound plausible. However, I quickly realized that when a wife has witnessed a husband having anal sex with their teenage daughter, there is absolutely no excuse which will get you 'off the hook.' I decided, as a risky but best alternative strategy, to tell the truth. However, Sarah interrupted me. "Daddy punished me for what I did to Tiffany and he decided that the best way to make me understand why it was wrong was to do the same thing to me, but even worse, but . . . obviously, he can't sneak in to the girls' locker room and take a picture of me, so he tricked me into thinking that he might considering payin' for a boob job for me, but he needed to see what was wrong with my boobs, so I got naked, and then he took pictures, and then he said he'd post the pictures unless I started playin' with myself, so I did, and then I saw his dick was real hard and I felt bad for doin' that to Daddy, 'cause it wasn't his fault, so, since you weren't s'pose to be back until tomorrow, I thought I should take care of it for him, but I didn't want him to cum in my pussy 'cause I might get pregnant, so I told him I had heard about butt sex and I wanted to know about it, so I told him he could do it in my butt . . . so he did." Only a teenage girl can talk in such absurd run-on sentences and sound cute while she's doing it. I thought it was admirable of Sarah to try to take the blame for what had happened, but I doubted her story would save the day for me. "So, what happened to your visit with your sister, anyway?" I asked. "She came down with the flu last night and she didn't want me to stay and take a chance on catchin' it, so I came home. So, what should I do about this? I'm away for one day, my husband is unfaithful, and my daughter is tryin' to replace me." "Momma, I'm not tryin' to steal Daddy from you. Really!" Sarah interjected. "Laura," I started to add, but my wife quickly cut me off. "No. I don't need anybody to tell me what to think or what to do. I have two choices. I can divorce my husband and lose my daughter - which is not a great choice - or I can put this in perspective and join in. Now . . . tell me what choice you think I should make." "You mean, like, you'd take off your clothes and get in bed with us?" Sarah asked. "Is that what you want, Sarah?" Laura asked. "Momma, I wasn't thinkin' 'bout hurtin' you and I guess it was stupid, 'cause that's what I did, but I don't wanna lose you. I can leave right now and Daddy and I'll never touch each other again!" Sarah declared. "No, you stay right here. You need to finish what you start. I gotta admit that I felt mighty jealous, walkin' in and findin' you two goin' at it like damn rabbits, but I've also gotta admit that I'm a bit aroused. So . . . what can you do for me to make up for this mess you've gotten into?" As Laura asked that last question, she turned and looked at me. The implication was clear; I needed to make a move to get her in the mood. I walked around behind Laura and placed my hands around her waist, pulling her body snugly against mine. My member was already coming back to life and I know that she could feel at least the beginnings of another erection. "Do you need a good fuckin'?" I demanded of her. I placed my hands on her blouse, over her boobs and gently squeezed. I moved my fingertips in circles over the apex of her boobs and, through the several layers of fabric, I felt her nipples responding. I began lightly kissing her neck and shoulder while unbuttoning her blouse. IN a softer, more seductive voice, I asked, "Do you need to feel something in all your holes? Do you wanna mouth on your titties and another mouth on your pussy?" I soon had her blouse removed and she stood before us in her shorts and lacy bra. I reached behind her and unclasped the last garment concealing her magnificent mammaries, then pulled the straps off of her shoulders and it silently fell to the floor. Sarah was staring at Laura's boobs. I fondled Laura's left boob with my left hand but let my right hand fall to the waist of her shorts. I unsnapped the fastener and pulled the zipper tab downward. I then placed my right hand in her panties and placed my middle finger directly on her clit. "You're so wet!" I said. "You need to cum, don't you? You need it bad!" "Please, make me . . .," was all she could offer as a response. "Close your eyes and relax," I told her. "You need to get your titties sucked!" As Laura closed her eyes, I motioned for Sarah to get off the bed and approach us. When she was standing directly in front of her mother, I pointed first at Sarah's mouth and then at Laura's right nipple. The smile on her face told me that she got the idea. Sarah leaned down and started lickin' on her mother's nipple. Laura immediately opened her eyes to figure out what was goin' on. Before she could say anything, I said, "You told her to finish what she started, so close your eyes and enjoy this." I returned to stimulating Laura's clit while Sarah sucked on her nipple. The moans coming from Laura told me that she was enjoying the attention and getting closer to the peak of arousal. "Let's get in bed," she managed to request. "Okay. Sarah, get in bed, on your back, with your feet at the headboard and your head towards the floorboard." Sarah got in bed and I doubt that she knew what to expect, but Laura knew exactly where this was headed. She got in bed and straddled Sarah so that they were in a 69 position. She bent over and started licking Sarah's pussy and my little girl started heating up rather quickly. "Sarah, I know it feels good, but you should do the same thing for your Mom," I suggested. "Okay," was her one word reply. Within seconds, my wife and daughter were going at each other in a lesbian 69 formation. I never thought I would see such a thing but here it was, before my very eyes. I don't know if Sarah was good at what she was doing or it was simply the taboo nature of the act that was so arousing, but it was obvious that Laura was headed towards a major orgasm. "Oh, sweetie, that feels so damn good. Don't stop!" Laura said to Sarah. Meanwhile, Laura was thrusting two fingers in and out of Sarah's wet cunt while she also sucked on the nubile teen's clit. "Do you want more, Laura?" I asked. "Oh . . . yeah . . .," she managed to moan as she got nearer the moment of release. I got on the edge of the bed behind Laura and lined my dick up with her pussy. I pushed forward as she thrust backward and I was suddenly buried deep between the wet walls of her pussy. I had experienced an orgasm recently but it took only a very few moments before I was not only aroused but ready to blow another load of cum. Sarah reached down and found Laura's boobs with her hands and started kneading them. She was rolling both nipples between her thumbs and index fingers while still sucking on her clit. All of this, together with a stiff dick in her cunt, put Laura over the edge. She started moaning in waves of orgasmic delight. I could feel her cunt muscles tightening up, squeezing my dick, and then relaxing, only to tighten up once again. "Oh fuck . . . oh fuck," was all she could manage to say. Despite the stimulation of seeing my wife and daughter eating each other's pussies, I was not at the point of another eruption, not yet. Sarah, while obviously very aroused, was not having an orgasm, either. Sarah Learns A Lesson Ch. 02 "No, no, no . . . stop," Laura requested. "I can't take any more, not now." Sarah stopped licking on Laura's clit and I pulled out of her hot box and Laura immediately collapsed on the bed beside Sarah, though they were lying in opposite directions. "Sarah, why don't you go get that red vibrator you had out earlier?" I suggested. "Okay, Daddy. Do you want me to use it on Mommy?" she asked. "No, honey, Mommy and Daddy wanna watch how you fuck yourself when you're all alone." "Oh, okay," she said as nonchalantly as 'could you please pass the butter?' Sarah returned to the room within a few moments. She was carrying the vibrator in front of her as if it were a religious icon being carried to the altar. She got at the foot of the bed, facing us, with her torso up and her legs tucked under her and her butt resting on the heels of her feet. "Usually," she began, "I start with just my finger . . . like this." She initiated her self-love with the tip of her right index finger sliding up and down her pussy lips, stroking Little Miss Clitty. "And, sometimes, I play with my boobies, too." She began massaging her left breast with her left hand. "Then, I put some lube or oil on the vibrator and I slide it inside me, like this," she said as she slid the red rabbit into her little pussy. She then placed the end of the vibrator against the mattress so that it was trapped between the mattress and her pussy and she could slide up and down without holding on to the battery operated boyfriend. "Momma, don't get mad, but I'd rather have Daddy's dick inside me right now," she said. "Well, the next time Daddy cums, I want it to be in me, but maybe we can help some," Laura offered. My wife got up on her knees and positioned herself next to Sarah and she started licking our daughter's nipples. I got behind Sarah and used both hands to pull her butt cheeks apart, exposing her crinkly brown hole. I placed the tip of my middle left finger against her back door and allowed her to thrust against it, drawing my finger in up to the first knuckle. With my right hand, and reached in front of her and started rubbing on her clit. "Ohh, yeah," Sarah moaned, "suck my titties, Momma! Finger fuck me, Daddy!" I moved around to Sarah's right side so I could leave my finger in her butt and keep playing with her clit. Laura was sucking on Sarah's left titty and I placed my lips on her right nipple and sucked it into my mouth while circling the nipple with my tongue. As soon as I started doing that, Sarah stared having an orgasm. She was thrusting her body up and down, moaning "I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" as she rode the crest of her orgasmic bliss. As the movements of her torso slowed down, her breathing started to become more regular. She removed the vibrator from her pussy and, when we moved away from her, she collapsed on the bed once again. "I don't think I can cum again for a week," she said. "So now it's my turn," Laura declared. There was a hint of jealousy in her voice and I knew she needed to have all of my attention. "What would you like, my dear? Tell me what you want and I'll do it," I offered. "Okay. First, I wanna have both of my boobs sucked and licked at the same time, so that means the whole team needs to be involved," Laura stated, looking longingly at Sarah. Laura lay down in the middle of the bed with Sarah to her right. I lay down on Laura's right side. I looked at Sarah and then, in unison, we started licking Laura's nipples. Sarah latched on to Laura's nipple like a hungry baby seeking nourishment. I was paying more attention to gently flicking my tongue across her erect nipple and teasing her with the lightness of my actions. I watched as Sarah extended her right arm down and started rubbing light little circles around Laura's clit. Soon, Laura was arching her body and her back was coming up off of the bed. "Stop!" she commanded. "If we don't stop now . . . time to move on." She paused to catch her breath. "Okay, now I wanna have two tongues working me over down below, one up front and one around back." "Who do you want where?" I asked. "You can lick my pussy and Sarah can take care of me back there," Laura said in a voice that I know would have sounded embarrassed if she hadn't been so aroused. Laura got up on all fours, like she was getting in position for doggy-style. I then slid under her so that I was on my back but oriented opposite what I would be in a 69 position. "Okay, Sarah, now you get up here on top of me," I said, and Sarah responded by straddling my chest. I began licking on Laura's pussy and I was as turned on as I've ever been. It had been a long time since I had seen Laura acting so turned on, so uninhibited, and so aroused. I always enjoy the taste of Laura. Women don't understand; I think some of them think that swallowing cum is a gross thing to do so tasting pussy juice must be just as bad. Well, whatever they thing about letting a guy cum in their mouth, I can tell you that I have yet to meet a guy who did not enjoy the taste of a woman's aroused cunt. Meanwhile, Sarah seemed to have no problem with dragging her tongue through the South Forty of her mother's behind. I could tell every time that her tongue hit ground zero because, apparently, it was so stimulating that she tended to pull away from Sarah's tongue. Sarah was enjoying the opportunity to experiment in the safety of her parents' bed. She began dragging the tip of her finger across her mother's little anus and that got Laura even more aroused. Then, Sarah realized that my dick was hard and very close to her pussy and all she had to do was lean back a little and . . . suddenly, I felt my dick entering my daughter's innocent cunt. I knew I shouldn't be there but it simply felt too good to stop. Sarah started bouncing up and down on me lick she had done earlier with the vibrator. Laura looked back and saw what was happening between Sarah and me. I don't think that she was jealous but she did intend to make good on claiming the next load of cum. "Okay, last change," Laura announced. "The final event of the triathlon is Sarah licking my pussy while John fucks me in the ass. I'm so worked up that I just need a good ass fuckin'!" "Well, I'd be happy to oblige," I responded. "You girls get back in that 69 with Laura on top." Sarah did not look too happy to pull off my stiff rod but she knew she had no claim to my goods, so she begrudgingly complied with the last instructions. "I'll make sure that you cum good," I said to Laura, "and you make sure that Sarah gets there, too. I think she was pretty close when we made her pull off." The ladies got back in their 69 position and started while I was putting some lube on my equipment. "Hand me that when you're done," Laura said, looking at the bottle of lube. Laura and I have indulged in anal sex on occasions, but it is not a regular facet of our sex life. I always suspected that she really enjoyed the stimulation of having my stiff dick in her behind but the connotations of anal sex are sometimes repulsive to women who have been raised to be good and proper ladies. They are caught in the conflict between what feels good and what they think is "right." Fortunately, both alcohol and sexual arousal have a way of overcoming those inhibitions so, once again, I was preparing to stick my horny damn dick in her cute ass. As soon as I had my pole greased, I handed the bottle to Laura. She applied a good amount to her right index finger and then bent back down in her 69 position. I saw her cute little bumhole and put the tip of my dick against her pucker. I pushed in and felt her pushing back against me at the same time. With the stimulation of Sarah's tongue in her twat, Laura didn't tighten up on her ass and I slid in fairly easily. Meanwhile, Laura was licking on Sarah's little girl slit while also sliding her index finger in our little girl's behind. Sarah's nipples looked like little pebbles they were so hard. Every time Laura and I have had anal sex, it has been mind-blowing. It always feels as if she has her fist wrapped around my dick, slick with lube, squeezing as hard as she could without impeding my ability to thrust in and out of her cute behind. The idea of having my dick in her ass, by itself, was enough to get me hard and the physical sensations were overwhelming. I had an immediate need to cum, to ejaculate my sperm into her ass, to feel her ass spasm as I filled it with my cum. I wanted to hear her moan in orgasmic bliss because I had my dick in her ass. "Momma, I'm gonna cum!" Sarah cried out. Fortunately, she didn't slow down her ministrations to Laura's juicy cunt and I could feel Laura's ass begin to quiver. That put me over the edge and I started to feel my cum building inside of me. "I'm gonna cum in your ass," I announced immediately before I began spewing my seed into her tight bottom. I felt the quiver in Laura's ass become stronger and she began moaning out loud. "Oh, gawd, oh gawd, I'm cumming!" Laura uttered. "Me, too," added Sarah as we all apparently had a simultaneous climax. Cumming in Laura's ass while I watched her licking Sarah's pussy and fingering her ass was the most intense orgasm I have ever had. When I finished emptying my gism into Laura, I remained still, wanting to savor the sensation of being squeezed by the velvet glove of her forbidden zone. Unfortunately, the pulsating squeeze of her honey hole pushed me out sooner than I wanted to leave. I collapsed on the bed on Sarah's right side and was soon followed by Laura hitting the mattress on Sarah's left side. None of us spoke for a few minutes. I was catching my breath and, frankly, I was sure of what I should say. Eventually, Laura broke the silence. "We may need to get a bigger bed," she observed. "Why's that?" I asked in a nonchalant voice. "It'll get crowded with three of us sleepin' in here every night," she replied, and then turning to Sarah, she added, "at least it will if you want to accept that invitation." I smiled. I love my wife. I love my daughter. I love their naked bodies and I love sex. Life is good. Sarah Learns A Lesson "You know that what you did was wrong, don't you?" I began. "We have told you before about letting others lead you into things that you know are wrong and you just haven't gotten the idea yet, so now you're gonna get treated like you treated Tiffany." I saw the corner of one eyebrow lift as Sarah tried to ponder the significance of my last statement. "You told Tiffany that you were going to post a naked picture of her on the internet unless she did exactly what you told her to do. Well, I have naked pictures of you!" I pointed to my camera sitting on the desk. "I have pictures of your boobs, your pussy, your ass, and even your asshole. Now I'm gonna make you do things you don't wanna do and we'll see how you like it." "Daddy, don't do this. Don't put any pictures on the 'net. I'll be good, I promise." She began crying. Girls manipulate their daddies with tears but I was not going to be manipulated on this day. "Leave your phone here. Go back to your room and get your biggest vibrator and . . .." "But, Daddy, I don't have a vibrator . . ." she began to insist. "Don't lie to me. I'll post pictures on the internet if you tell me one more lie. Go get it. Now!!" She returned within a minute with a red rabbit vibrator in her hand. "Sit down!" She did it. "Spread your legs!" She did it. "Put your hand between your legs and play with yourself." She was not as quick to do this. She looked in my eyes and saw no sign of me backing down. She put her right hand between her legs and began to massage her clit. "Turn on the vibrator and put it on your nipple!" At this point, I think she was as turned on and she was ashamed because she had absolutely no hesitation in doing this. "Is your pussy wet?" "Yessss, Daddy!" she said in a breathless tone. "Put the vibrator in your pussy!" She eagerly placed the tip of the device at her vagina and began pushing it inside of her. She was obviously wet because it went in quickly without any additional lubrication. "Fuck yourself until you cum!" I said, but I think that direction was unnecessary at this point. With her left hand, she was thrusting the red rod in and out of her wet cunt while her right middle finger worked furiously on her aroused clit. When I sensed that she was approaching an orgasm, I abruptly told her to stop. "Daddy, don't stop me," she pleaded. "I want you to stand up and get on your knees in the chair with your butt towards me." No sooner had I said this than she had done it. "Now, lean forward and, with your left hand, reach between your legs and put that red dick stick back in your pussy." Again, she was eager to do what she was told to do. She resumed sliding the battery-operated boyfriend in and out of her pussy and her arousal was obvious in the moans and whimpering coming from her. "Now, I'm gonna pour some lube down your butt crack and I want you to reach back with your right hand and work that lube into your asshole." I stood behind her and delivered the slippery substance into her lovely valley. She began pushing the lube around the surface of her anus. "No, push it inside your ass!" I demanded. "Finger fuck your ass good!" Soon, she was nearing the point of no return. "Daddy, I'm so close, I need to cum so bad. Daddy, help me cum, please!" "If you weren't my daughter, I'd suck your nipples 'til they were hard as bricks, I'd lick your pussy 'til you came real hard, then I'd lick your asshole 'til you had an ass orgasm. Then I'd fuck your mouth, I'd cum in your pussy, and fill your ass with my hard dick." Apparently, dirty talk did the trick for her. Her hips began bucking and she continued thrusting in and out of her pussy and ass. "Oh, gawd, oh, Daddy. I'm cumming so hard. Daddy, I need you. Oh, fuck!" The waves of bliss subsided and she retracted the vibrator from her pussy. She pulled her finger out of her ass and then she collapsed in the chair. After 5 minutes, she had calmed down enough to talk, but she could not manage more than "Holy shit" a few times. "Now, here's what we're gonna do for the rest of the day. First, we're gonna take a shower . . . together. You have me very worked up and you are going to relieve me. You're right, this is not the kind of thing that fathers and daughters are supposed to do, but your mother is gone, and you have me very worked up. You can relieve me with your hand or with your mouth but we will not have what the doctors call penile-vaginal intercourse. Of course, you will never mention a word of this to your mother." "Next, you are going to get dressed and you will go to Tiffany's house. You will apologize profusely for what you have done and you will allow her to delete that picture from your phone. Then you will return home. You will not be going out tonight. We'll decide later what happens tonight. Also, you will not be getting a boob job. I think your boobs are just perfect the way they are. In fact, I think I would like to suck on them tonight, just to have the experience of licking on such magnificent, beautiful little titties." "You will tell your mother that you decided against having a boob job and we'll probably be getting you a car for your graduation gift. Finally, you will never repeat this kind of behavior again. You will never, ever let anyone else tell you what is right or wrong when you already know better. You will follow through and act upon your values and you will do the right thing. Do you understand me?" "Yes, I understand you very well. In fact, I think it would be wrong for us to take a shower together or for you to suck on my nipples or anything of the sort. What's done is done and we can't undo it, but we shouldn't keep doing it. But I will go apologize to Tiffany, I will stay home tonight, and I will give up on getting a boob job." With that last utterance, she turned and walked out of the room. I was in shock that she had taken my directions to heart quite so thoroughly. I began to contemplate watching the video of her solo performance that had been captured by the hidden camera. My disconsolate reverie was interrupted by Sarah as she poked her head into the doorway and smiled. "Hey, you shouldn't believe everything you hear. Hurry up, there's a shower waiting for us!"