6 comments/ 113169 views/ 10 favorites Teaching Christine Ch. 01 By: tillerman1031 I'm 39, divorced, and a single father of a very cute 18 year-old daughter who is a senior at the local High School. It's been everything I can do to keep the young turks at bay; not only is my daughter blessed with her mother's good looks and shapely body, she is unaware of her effects on the males. She is outgoing and friendly, but the guys take one long look at her 34C cups and tight little ass and they want more than just friendship. I've yanked more than one pubescent male sporting a thick chubby from the couch in our living room. Fortunately, her looks haven't impacted her school work. On the contrary, her teachers are very proud of her. I'm not always sure her male teachers are as proud as they are horny, but it hasn't been an issue, yet. However, an interesting situation has arisen this semester. My daughter, Christine, has a keen interest in science. She's even looking at colleges with heavy medical programs. Her biology teacher this year is a young woman named Susan Williams. Ms. Williams has degrees from a number of prestigious schools and seems right at home in the classroom. Christine loves her class and works especially hard to maintain an "A" average there. Ms. Williams left me a message one afternoon a couple of weeks ago to let me know of a special project assigned to Christine. It seems the class is doing a chapter on human reproduction and Ms. Williams wants my daughter to research the female system. Now, Christine knows all about the birds and bees; we've had that talk a number of times. But, given Christine's relative lack of intimate knowledge about the process of reproduction as it relates to the female system, Ms. Williams wanted my permission to talk to Christine about the subject. I saw no harm in this; with her mother on the opposite coast and not willing to get involved with her upbringing, I saw this as a positive thing for Christine. The first day of tutoring went well; Christine admitted they'd talked about things she had no knowledge of, and so it was enlightening for her. When I pressed her on the subject, she said they talked about hormones and the process of sensuality, in medical terms. Wonderful, I thought. The second session, and the third went as well, and Christine was bubbling with excitement about the project. All was well in her world. During the second week I needed to pick Christine up from her after-school tutoring for a dentist's appointment. I searched the halls of the school until I found the Science Office and quietly went in. Much to my astonishment, I found Ms. Williams seated on the counter wearing only a very sheer lace tank top, and my daughter kneeling between her thighs, her face pressed up to her pussy. Neither of them heard me, and I was able to duck behind a bookshelf out of sight. I watched Christine lick Ms. Williams' clit, her slit, and then poke her tongue into her cunt. Ms. Williams obviously enjoyed it, because she urged her to go on. Christine kept tongue-fucking her over and over again, licking and poking with more urgency. That's when I noticed movement between Christine's legs. She was stroking her own pussy while eating Ms. Williams. I heard Ms. Williams moan softly that she was going to cum, and Christine pulled away. Ms. Williams produced a huge dildo from behind her, gave it to Christine, and told her to fuck her hard with it. Christine pumped that toy in and out of Ms. Williams until she arched her back, contorted her stomach, and came all over Christine's hand. Then Christine stood up and Ms. Williams took her in her arms and kissed her, deeply. I'm not sure whether I was more angry or amazed – or turned on – by the entire thing. I had a huge hard-on as I crept back out the door. I waited a moment, mostly for my cock to go down a bit, and then re-entered the office, loudly. I found Ms. Williams (looking a bit flushed) seated next to Christine, going over some notes. The oddest thing about collecting Christine from the office that afternoon wasn't the sexual play going on when I first entered; it was the look of pure lust I got from Ms. Williams as I introduced myself. She shook my hand and held on to it while we talked. She was still breathing kind of hard, and I couldn't help but take note of how hard her nipples were, pressed against the fabric of the light blouse she wore. In fact, I had to notice how attractive she was in general. Her tits must have been a good 36C or so, and she had very slim hips and an attractive face. She noticed me noticing her, too; she even smiled as my gaze traveled back up to her eyes. Somehow, having a woman take note of you taking note of her is a bit awkward. Ms. Williams made the most of the situation by letting me know she knew. Christine didn't say a word about her "tutoring" session; she had a very complacent look on her face the entire way home. The next morning, while working at home, I received a call from Ms. Williams. "Please call me Susan," she started out, "and let me be upfront about why I'm calling." She paused for a moment and then plunged right in (so to speak). "I'm not going to insult your intelligence by having you think I didn't know you were there," she said. "I knew the moment you entered the office, and I knew that when you didn't say anything you were watching us. Your daughter is learning something important here, and I'm not going to apologize for teaching her." "You realize," I said, "how this could be handled if I was either a vindictive or prudish man." "But you aren't," she replied. "No, I'm not. But, I am also not an absent father. I take my daughter's education – her whole education – very, very seriously. And if I think, for even a scintilla, that her future or her personal rights or her morals are being compromised, I will come down on you like a ton of bricks. Very heavy bricks." Susan paused to let that sink appropriately in. "I respect your rights," she said, "and I applaud your protectiveness. I will tell you right now that your daughter is in no way being used or jeopardized or manipulated." "Okay," I replied, "I agree. So, where does that leave us?" "I'd like to see you," she said, her voice dropping a couple of notches. "I'd like to see you privately or, if you would prefer, with your daughter. I think it might be healthy for her to realize that what she and I are doing is, if nothing else, not frowned upon by her father. And, perhaps, see what else two people do in the name of human sexuality." It had to be the most academic pick-up line I'd ever heard. "You want to get laid in the name of education?" I asked. "In a manner of speaking," she laughed, "yes. I simply feel it would be best if your daughter had all the facts from her father, rather than learning them on the street as so many other young women today do." "I see," I said, although I was still a bit taken aback by her forwardness. "Don't you feel it's a bit awkward for a daughter to watch her own father have sex with a total stranger? Wouldn't that be construed as sending an inappropriate message?" "Face it," Susan replied, "she's going to have sex. Would you prefer she learn sex from some young man who cares nothing for her? Wouldn't you prefer her to see the sexual act as something wonderful and fulfilling?" We talked a bit more and then agreed upon a meeting at Susan's apartment. I would bring Christine over under the premise of another tutoring session and then become "part" of the session. I told Christine that evening and she seemed to be fine with a session at Susan's apartment. The next afternoon I picked Christine up from school and we drove to Susan's. Along the way Christine told me Susan had asked if I would step inside with her when we got there. I played dumb and consented. Christine knocked on Susan's door and we heard Susan yell, "It's open. Come on in." When we entered we smelled incense in the air. We went into the living room and sat down on the plush couch. Susan came down the stairs from the second floor. "Hi there, Christine," she said with a smile, "and you must be Frank. I'm Susan Williams." I had to keep my eyes focused on her face; she wore a short, simple, sheer white dressing gown with nothing underneath. Every nuance of her voluptuous body lay exposed under the gown, from her luscious tits to her carefully trimmed patch of hair at her delta to her long, shapely legs. Had I stood up, I would have poked right through my pants. She came over to where Christine sat, bent over, took her face in her hands and kissed her. Then she kissed her again with more intensity, their tongues intertwining and eyes closing. "I think it's time we opened our sessions up to another point of view," she told Christine, "which is why I asked you to bring your father here." Christine gave me a quizzical look. "I think she means she wants to explore the male-female relationship," I told her, "and she wants to include your input." Christine looked at me, then at Susan. "What about our studies?" she asked Susan. I actually thought she was jealous. "Oh, don't worry about that," Susan replied, smiling, "we'll start with that." She straightened up and slowly removed her gown. Her nipples stood out a good half inch, despite the warmth in the room. "I want you to arouse yourself the way I showed you, and I'll be right here doing the same thing." Christine looked to me, and I nodded my head in approval. With a large smile, she began to shed her own clothes. I hadn't seen my own daughter fully naked in a number of years. Her body was the spitting image of her mother's: her breasts were full and firm, her nipples large, with large, dark brown areolas, her stomach flat and firm, and her pussy was trimmed down to a small strip at the bottom of her delta. She sat back on the couch, spread her long, lean legs apart, and slowly began to slide her finger up and down between her lovely pussy lips. She leaned her head back, shivered a couple of times, and then began to play in earnest. Susan stood over her, her own legs spread apart, stroking her own pussy. Occasionally she would bite her bottom lip or moan softly as her finger played over her clit, but for the most part she concentrated on what Christine was doing, giving instructions along the way. "That's right, Christine," she whispered, "around the outside of your clit and then over the top of it. All the way down to your vaginal opening – just a tiny way inside – and back up. Just like that, yes. Slowly, firmly, evenly. Feel the wetness. Feel the tug inside you. Feel the desire build up. Yes, just like that." I looked over and noticed how wet Christine's pussy had gotten; her finger was literally dripping with her juices and her clit stood out from under its hood. She took her other hand and spread her lips apart. "Yes, Christine," Susan murmured, "go with the feeling. Feel the urge build up inside you. Feel your wetness and feel how hard and attentive your clit has become." Christine began to stroke faster. She whimpered a bit, moaned softly, and rolled her clit around harder. Her other hand left her crotch and went to her nipple, rolling it around between her fingers and pulling at it, slightly. "That's it, Christine," Susan cooed, "let it go when you need to. Cum when you feel it. It's fine to climax early; there will be plenty more where that one came from." For her own part, Susan was getting a bit breathy; her hand moved faster and faster between her thighs and she plunged two fingers into her cunt more and more often. I could hardly sit still. My cock was pressing against my pants so hard it was uncomfortable. Susan noticed my discomfort. "Show it to me," she said, "show me your cock." Without a single hesitation I undid my pants, pulled them down, and took hold of my tool. Christine looked over at my raging hard-on and gasped. "It's huge, isn't it," Susan said. Christine nodded. "Imagine that sliding in and out of you, touching every intimate area inside you, filling you and rubbing you. Imagine it in your mind, Christine, and then let go." I sat there, stroking my cock, while Christine stroked herself into a huge orgasm. She arched her back, plunged her fingers into her cunt, and held them there as she came. Susan stifled her own orgasm to watch Christine. As Christine settled back into the couch Susan knelt down between her legs. "Now to the next level," she said, placing her face up against Christine's pussy. She began to slowly lick Christine's entire box with long, deliberate strokes of her tongue. Christine's eyes closed and her hands clasped her breasts. "Try this instead," Susan said, taking Christine's hand and placing it around my thick shaft. She guided Christine's hand up and down, slowly pumping my cock in a steady rhythm. As Christine caught the motion, Susan returned to her pussy. I watched as Susan deftly swirled and sucked Christine's engorged clit, taking it into her mouth to suck on it, then letting it pop back out to be licked and swirled some more. As she bore down, increasing her speed, Christine's hand pumped harder and faster. She wasn't used to giving a hand job, but her natural inclinations started to kick in and it was all I could do to hold back. Susan began to finger-fuck Christine's dripping wet pussy. "Yes, Christine," she said, "let it go. Cum for me, baby. Cum all over me, Christine." At one point Christine took two fingers and began to suck on them. "Give her your cock," Susan told me. "Get up there and give her what she wants." I stood up on the couch next to Christine and eased my cock to her lips. "Go ahead, Christine," Susan told her, "suck it just like the dildo you sucked before. In and out, just like I showed you." Christine parted her lips, took my shaft in her hand, and began to suck my cock. It was heavenly. She took half my tool down her throat and slowly dragged her bottom teeth and tongue along the back ridge as it came back out. Then she swirled her tongue around the rim and sucked the swollen head. "Yes, baby, that's it," Susan said, "that's the way. Suck that cock in and out and all around." Her hand cradled my balls and massaged them as her mouth worked up and down my tool. As Susan increased the rhythm between her legs, Christine sucked me harder and harder until she suddenly broke off, moaned loudly, and climaxed again. By now my balls were aching to let go of the load built up inside them. My cock throbbed and waved like a divining wand in front of Christine's face. Susan rocked back on her knees, her face wet with Christine's juices, and smiled. "I'm impressed with your stamina," she said. "Not many guys can withstand that kind of mouth music without a climax." "I'm trying my best to hold back," I told her, "until I plant my cock inside your cunt. Then I'm going to explode so hard you'll taste it in your mouth." "I'm surprised you didn't unload in your daughter's mouth," she replied. "Believe me," I said with a shy grin, "I wanted to. I could feel it sliding over the edge." Christine hadn't said a word up to this point, but suddenly she took my cock in her hand and began to pump it. "Then go ahead and cum in my mouth," she said, quietly. "I want you to." I looked down at her. Her legs were still spread wide and her pussy gleamed with fresh cum. Her pussy lips were swollen and red, and her clit still stood out like a little soldier at attention. "You really want me to cum in your mouth?" "Very much," she replied. "I want to taste your cum and feel it in my mouth." She took the head of my cock between her lips and started lightly licking around the rim. "Cum for me, Daddy. Shoot your hot cum down my throat." I placed my hand behind her head and pressed her forward. My cock slid into her mouth and she eagerly sucked it. Her hand tightened around my shaft and she pumped up and down as she sucked me. I began to forcefully fuck her face. I began to ram my cock into her open mouth, and she sucked harder each time I went in. I heard her gasp, felt her stiffen, and looked down at Susan. She had taken the dildo she'd been playing with in the office and was reaming my daughter's cunt with it. Over and over again she slammed the toy into Christine's cunt. Christine went wild. She took my cock down her throat and started pumping my shaft hard. I felt her mouth close around the head while her hand thrust up and down on my tool and I couldn't hold back any longer. With my hands on either side of her head I impaled her mouth, stiffened from head to toe, and shot a huge load right down her throat. I doubt she even tasted a single drop of that first load. I felt her gag, but then she slid back a bit until just the head of my cock was in her mouth, and she pumped out another wad. Then she tightened around my cock, moaned, and had a third climax herself. A tiny bit of my cum dribbled down from the corner of her mouth, but she must have felt it and her tongue snaked out to lick it up. I sat back on the couch and tried to catch my breath. I hadn't cum like that since Christine's mother and I were still an item. In those days I would get sucked off nearly every day, sometimes twice. Her mother had an insatiable appetite for cum. There were times she'd pull me out of her cunt and take me in her mouth just to have me cum there instead of inside her. It's a wonder we ever had Christine, I suppose. In some ways Christine came by her skills naturally. I looked at Susan, who was busy cleaning up Christine's pussy with her tongue, and realized where this woman had taken us. Her eyes were closed while her tongue slowly crept up and down Christine's swollen red slit, and her hands were busily stroking her own pussy. Watching her like that, I found my cock stirring again. Christine must have noticed, too, because she placed her hand on my shaft and started slowly stroking me. In moments I was hard – again. I left the couch and moved around behind Susan. I spread her legs a bit further and eased my cock into her slippery wet cunt. I felt her tighten around me, heard her murmur, and I began to fuck her slowly, deliberately. Susan's mouth never left Christine's pussy; she kept licking and kissing and sucking her until Christine began to breathe harder and thrust her hips against Susan's face. The more Susan ate Christine's young twat the harder I fucked her. And the harder I reamed her tight hole the faster and harder she bore down on Christine. Within minutes, Christine was moaning and yelling and pumping her hips into Susan's face, and then she climaxed for a fourth time. The minute she came, Susan thrust her hips back against me and moaned loudly. I could feel her juices spilling around my cock. My balls got drenched, my cock dripped with her cum, and still she thrust and ground her hips against me. I felt more cum wash over my cock and balls. She laid her face down on Christine's stomach and shook, convulsively. "Let me lick it off," Christine said, so quietly I nearly didn't hear her. I sat down on the couch and she bent over me. She took my still-rigid cock into her mouth and began to suck it earnestly. She went up and down my shaft and then over my balls, licking every bit of Susan's cum up. Then she went back down on my cock, determined to have me cum in her mouth again. Susan eased Christine's face from my tool and smiled at her. "Wouldn't you like to see your father fuck me up close and personal? Like, in your face kind of personal?" Christine's eyes grew a bit wider and she smiled. "I'd love that." Susan laid Christine down on the couch and then laid down on top of her in a 69 position. I went around in back of Susan, straddled Christine's head, and slid my cock into her cunt. I heard Christine murmur an assent as I began to slide in and out of Susan. I had just gotten her good and wet when Susan looked back at me and said, "Fuck me in my ass, now." I withdrew my cock from her pussy, spread her tight little cheeks apart, and slipped it home. Her ass was even tighter than her cunt, but I was able to slide in without much resistance. "Oh my God," Susan said, "that's so good. Shit, that is so tight and good." I began to slowly rock in and out of her back door. "Yes, baby, fuck that ass. Ream my ass good." I pressed in harder and began to bang her ass. "Eat my pussy now, Christine," Susan yelled, "eat me while he's fucking my ass." Teaching Christine Ch. 01 I felt Christine's face press up against Susan's cunt and her forehead brushed my balls. The feeling was divine. Susan must have started going down on Christine again, because every moment or so I would hear Christine moan, more loudly each time. Susan began to thrust back against me every time I penetrated her, and she, too, began to moan loudly. The combination of Christine's moaning and Susan's thrusting brought me quickly to a head, and I began to breathe heavily. "Give it to me," Susan shouted, "cum in my ass. I want to feel you shoot up my ass." I had no problem complying with her wishes. After a few more strokes I began to feel my load rise up quickly. "Oh, fuck, I'm going to cum," I moaned. Christine's forehead jerked against my balls causing me to shoot a huge wad right up Susan's ass. I rammed my cock as deeply as it would go up Susan's back door and felt my balls constrict as my tool jerked out its load. Christine was clamped against Susan's pussy as she, too, had another orgasm. And Susan's entire body went into spasm and shook as she climaxed. I couldn't figure out who got the best of it, but we all collapsed together on the couch afterward. Teaching Christine Ch. 02 It's been two weeks since we had that afternoon interlude and Susan has called, faxed, emailed or voice mailed me every day with sexual suggestions and innuendoes. So far I've resisted the urge to give in to her suggestions. Don't get me wrong; she was incredible. I've never met anyone with a sexual appetite such as hers. It's just that I have been more than satisfied as of late. Christine and I sat down that same evening and talked about what had happened. She was both amazed and taken aback by Susan's directions. "I really had no idea that's what Ms. Williams wanted to do," she said, "but I couldn't stop myself once I got started. I mean, I was so turned on, and you seemed to approve of what was going down, so I just went with it." I told her I felt the same way; I was so turned on I couldn't stop, and I really didn't have a problem with anything that was done. "You have developed into such a beautiful, sensual woman that I found it difficult to stop what you were doing," I told her. "I have to admit, you have exhibited an entirely new – and quite alluring – side to yourself." I smiled and kissed the top of her head. Christine took my hand and placed it over her heart. "The trouble I'm having now," she said, "is trying to stop my feelings about doing it again. I mean, you were incredible. All the way home I was thinking about taking you in my mouth and getting you off again." She even blushed as she said it. I felt her nipple grow hard under my hand and, at the same time, realized I was getting a hard-on all over again. "Would it be such a bad thing to keep going?" she asked. "No," I told her, "it wouldn't. But it's something we have to keep very private. Other people wouldn't understand it." "Not even my friends?" she asked. "I doubt they would understand. They've probably been taught that this sort of sexual conduct is a bad thing." Christine knelt down in front of me and began to stroke my rod through my pants. "I might have a surprise or two on that matter," she said, opening my pants and taking my cock in her hand. And, with that idea, she sucked me until I came down her throat. Over the next two days Christine took every opportunity to explore our new sexual relationship. She took to removing her clothing when she was around the house and masturbating several times a day while I watched. Sometimes I would masturbate with her; sometimes she would suck me off. I ate her lovely, juicy young pussy for the first time and brought her to a huge climax with both my tongue and my fingers. And both nights she would come into my bedroom before retiring and suck on my cock until I came either down her throat or in her hands. On Monday Christine went back to school and I went back to my office. I got done early and decided to head home. The house was so quiet and peaceful I decided to just kick back and relax for a while, so I stripped down and laid back on our couch. I couldn't help but think about the last time I'd been naked on a couch. I'd had Susan at one end and Christine at the other. The mere thought of that afternoon got me hard, so I closed my eyes and slowly stroked my cock into a huge hard-on. I dozed off that way. One moment I was thinking about Susan and Christine, and the next I was looking up into Christine's lovely young face, smiling at me. I felt her hand slide over my tool. "Hey there," she said, "you must have known we were coming over today." It didn't register at first, but when I finally realized she'd said, "we," I looked past her to see another young woman standing at the foot of the couch. Her eyes were trained on Christine's hand slowly stroking my cock into life. "This is Jenny," she said. "We've talked about what you and I do and she's really interested in it." I smiled at Jenny, not knowing quite what to say. Christine's hand tightened around my stiffening cock and her strokes took on more urgency. "She really wants it, Daddy. Do you mind?" I shook my head, letting my little head take over my thinking. Christine told Jenny to get undressed and she moved her face down to my cock. As Jenny slowly peeled off her tank top, bra, skirt and panties, Christine began to give me head. By now she knew exactly what to do to get me really hard, and by the time Jenny came over to the couch I was rock hard and throbbing. Jenny's naked body only made my balls ache even more; her firm young tits must have been nothing less than a 36D, and her pussy was trimmed down to a thin strip running up from her delta. She had slim hips, firm thighs, and a trim body – all the things a man loves to admire. Christine brought her down on her knees and offered her my cock. "Start slowly," she told her, "with just the head, and then work your way down his shaft. Up and down. Don't try to take it all in at once. Just relax and enjoy the feeling. And keep in mind the really sensitive areas, and pay attention to them." Jenny caught on like a pro. I watched the head of my cock disappear into her mouth, felt her cheek muscles tighten around it, and then felt her tongue swirl around the rim. It was heavenly. As she began to slowly slide up and down my rod Christine moved around behind her and began to stroke her pussy with her hand. Jenny must have really liked that, and she began to pump my shaft with her hand as she sucked my head. At one point I figured Christine has pumped her fingers into Jenny's cunt, because she stiffened, moaned lightly, and then went back down with renewed energy. I saw Christine begin to piston her hand in and out of Jenny's twat and Jenny stopped sucking me off. "Oh, shit," she moaned, "that's so good. Oh, God, that's so good." "You want his cock?" Christine asked her. "I want his cock fucking me," Jenny replied, breathing harder. Christine didn't stop finger-fucking her, but she brought me around behind her. She took my cock and guided it into her tight, wet cunt. "Just start slowly," she whispered to me, "but then ream her really good. She's had dildos inside her before, so she's ready for you." I began to slowly slide in and out of her pussy, loving the tightness around my tool, and Christine sat down on the couch with Jenny's face between her thighs. She took Jenny's face and guided it to her pussy. "Just like you did before, baby," she whispered to Jenny, "eat me like that." Jenny bore down on Christine's clit and fuck hole with her tongue. "Harder now, Daddy," Christine told me, smiling, "fuck her harder now. Pound it into her. Really fuck her hard now." She had this mischievous look on her face that told me the harder I fucked Jenny, the harder Jenny would suck her pussy. I smiled back at her, slid nearly all the way out of Jenny's twat, and then rammed my cock home. Christine stiffened, smiled, and then looked at me. I began to pound Jenny's pussy as hard as I could, sliding all the way out until just the tip of my cock was against her opening, and then reaming her hole until my balls pounded her vulva. Jenny withstood about a dozen of these before she gasped, clenched down around my cock buried deep inside her, and climaxed hard. I was amazed at how wet she got. When I withdrew from her my cock and balls were literally dripping with her cum. Christine sat me down on the couch and Jenny immediately started sucking my cock. Christine went around behind Jenny, laid down underneath her hips, and brought her soaked pussy down to her face. I got to watch and feel Jenny's mouth sliding up and down my throbbing tool while Christine stroked herself and cleaned up Jenny's pussy. In a matter of minutes I felt that familiar rush to my groin. "I'm going to cum," I moaned, "I need to let go." As if on cue, Jenny bore down on my tool even harder. She wrapped her hand around my shaft and pumped it fast and hard as she sucked the top third of my cock. At the moment of climax I grabbed either side of Jenny's face, held her head very still, and shot a huge load into her mouth. At first she gagged a bit, but to her credit she never lost a drop. She ate every bit of my cum and then went back for more. By the time she was finished she had taken two loads from my balls and licked me clean. And, in between, she climaxed, again, in Christine's face. Every afternoon that week Jenny dropped by our house either after school or in the evening and we enjoyed our threesome. Jenny always wanted me to fuck her from behind so she could have Christine's pussy in her face, and Christine loved finishing off my cock while Jenny ate her. On Saturday we were planning to have Jenny spend the night when Christine came up with an alternative idea. "There's this other friend of ours who is really looking for a group thing," she said. "Would you have any problems if I invited her to spend the night as well?" "Don't you think this might get out of hand?" I asked her. She thought about it and shook her head. "No," she said, "as long as we keep it just between the three of us and you. I can't really think of anyone else who would be interested – aside from Ms. Williams, of course." We both laughed at that; we could both imagine Susan Williams spending the night with three high school girls and a man. "She'd be having one orgasm after another," Christine laughed. Saturday evening Christine went out with her two friends and they got home at around 11pm. I stayed home and watched some television in my boxers and a t-shirt. When they arrived I was lounging on my bed. Christine brought both girls upstairs. "Dad," she said, "you know Jenny. This is Stacy. Stacy, this is my Dad." Stacy shyly smiled and waved. She was about the same height as my daughter, with curly red hair, a long, narrow waist, slim hips, and tits the size of tennis balls. The three of them made for an interesting contrast in female development. The three of them standing together also made my dick stir in my boxers. "So," I asked nonchalantly, "what's up for the evening? TV? A movie?" Christine looked at the two other girls, nodded, and then at me. "We kind of – um, borrowed – this movie from Stacy's house," she said, holding out a VHS cassette, "and we thought about watching it here. If you don't mind, of course." "Plug it in," I told her. "We can watch it up here if you like." Christine looked at the other two and they silently agreed. She put the tape into the VCR and turned it on. The title came on to the screen – The Camp-Out – and then the credits. The film looked homemade, at best. I realized right away, of course, that the girls had – borrowed – one of Stacy's father's porn flicks. This could be interesting, I thought. The story started out with a young woman and her boyfriend at her parent's house, making out. Things progressed quickly to her boyfriend getting a blow job, and then to the sex. I watched Stacy as the film got hotter; she blushed at first, but then let her hand creep down between her legs. Christine had her own leg up and her hand between her thighs and was stroking along nicely, and Jenny was playing with her own nipples. I sat back on the bed with my head against the pillows and lazily massaged my dick through my boxers. When Stacy looked over and saw what I was doing, and how hard I was getting, she blushed and looked away. But she didn't look away very long. Her eyes turned back to me and she licked her lips. I slowly pushed my boxers down under my balls, exposing my hard, thick cock to her, and she smiled. I started stroking my shaft and Stacy edged over. She took my cock in her hand, felt how hard I was, and then slowly took it into her mouth. While she sucked me I reached down and massaged her young tits through her t-shirt. Jenny noticed what we were doing and she nudged Christine. Christine smiled at me and began to take her clothes off. Jenny followed suit, and soon the two of them were completely naked. When Stacy looked up she saw Christine kneeling over my cock, edging in for her turn. Stacy relinquished her position and took her own clothes off. Her pussy was covered in short red hair. I motioned for her to climb on to my face, and when she lowered her pussy down to my lips I found a thick, hard clit waiting for my tongue. I took it into my mouth and sucked it gently. With Christine's mouth doing circles around my cock head, I licked and sucked Stacy's knob until she was breathing hard. I slipped my thumb up her cunt from behind and she rode my face and finger until she began to climax. Just as Stacy jerked and jolted on my face, Christine grabbed hold of my cock, squeezed, and moaned loudly, "Oh, fuck, yes! Yes!" I turned my head (as much as I could) and saw Jenny's legs splayed out across the bed behind Christine. I figured Jenny was getting her face wet with Christine's cum right about the same time I was getting Stacy's. I thought it was about time to do a bit of directing. "Jenny," I said, "come up here and lay back on the bed. Christine, I want you to ride her face. Stacy, come down here and kneel between Jenny's thighs." When the girls were all in position, I slid up behind Stacy's ass and slowly started to ease my cock into her cunt. I gently pushed her face down between Jenny's thighs and guided her to her pussy. "Lick her," I said, "and get her clit hard. And she loves it when you ram your fingers up her cunt really hard." Christine looked back at me, smiled, and then closed her eyes as Jenny continued her assault on Christine's pussy. As I began to rock slowly in and out I could hear lovely slurping and sucking noises coming from the girls. I reached out and massaged Christine's back lightly. She took my hands and placed them across her breasts. Her nipples were like two small pebbles. I gently rolled them around and pulled them. Meanwhile, I thrust my cock harder and harder into Stacy's tight young pussy. It only took a few minutes for her to work up to another orgasm. She began to moan first, then louder, until she started shaking and thrusting her ass back against me every time I pushed in. Finally, she yelled out once and climaxed hard and long. I rolled her to her side and slipped up between Jenny's thighs. Taking Jenny's long, lean legs and wrapping them around my hips, I entered her and started fucking her with long, measured strokes. I held her ass cheeks in my hands and pumped her as hard as I could manage. Each time I pumped her twat I heard Christine gasp as Jenny sucked her pussy with renewed effort. I thrust into her tender pussy and reamed her as hard as I had the first time I fucked her. My balls slammed against her ass and I felt her juices beginning to wash down my sac. Then I felt her tighten up, clamp down around my shaft, and I knew she was about to cum. I slid all the way out and slammed my throbbing tool into her again. As she climaxed I ground my cock deep inside her and flexed it causing her to jerk and twist with a second orgasm. I took Christine's hips and brought them back towards me. "I want you to clean Jenny's pussy up with your tongue," I told her, bending her over. I took her sweet little ass in my hands, spread her legs apart, and slowly entered her cunt from behind. It was the first time I'd ever fucked Christine, but I could tell she'd had toys bigger than me inside her before. She took my cock and tightened her pussy muscles around it. It was perfect. My cock slid in and out of her with perfect ease, and each time I drove into her she pushed back against me to take my full length. Jenny, meanwhile, was writhing under Christine's tongue and came again in mere moments. Without a word, Christine moved over and slipped up between Stacy's thighs. I kept sliding slowly in and out of her, relishing each sensation. Just as Christine had Stacy moaning she turned her head to me. "Do me in the ass," she whispered, "just like you did Susan." "It's going to hurt," I told her. "The first time always hurts." She smiled at me. "I've been practicing," she said, "with a dildo. I can take you." She eased her hips away, drawing my cock out of her, and lowered her hips until the tip of my cock pressed her anus. "Butt fuck me until you cum," she said. "I want your cum up my ass. Please." I pressed the head of my cock into her anus. She was tight – very tight – but in a moment she relaxed and I found the way in easier. I was so well lubricated from Jenny's and Christine's juices that my cock simply slid all the way in. Christine let out a huge groan, arched her back, and pressed back against me. "Oh, shit," she moaned, "it's so big. It's so good. Fuck me hard now, Daddy, fuck me hard." I began to ease in and out of her ass, but she wanted more. "Slam my ass, Daddy, fuck me really hard." She dove back between Stacy's thighs and I started to ream her ass. I took her cheeks in my hands and spread them wide. Jenny came over and began to massage Christine's clit and fuck hole with her hand. I even felt her fingers slip up inside her cunt as I rammed my tool home time after time. Christine took Stacy's thighs and picked them up. She bent Stacy's legs up over her head, exposing her tender cunt to a direct assault with her tongue. I watched as she tongue fucked her over and over again, diving deep inside and then sucking her exposed clit, and then ramming her tongue back inside again. In between penetrations she would grunt and moan with the rhythm of my motion. My cock ached for release; my balls were so full and ready to explode that I had to slow down. "No, don't slow down," Christine groaned, "give it to me. Fill my ass with your cum. Fuck my ass hard now, Daddy. Fuck me. Fuck me." I couldn't hold back any longer. I felt Jenny's fingers drive deep into Christine's cunt and I climaxed deep in her ass. I held my cock inside her for a moment, slipped out, and then drove into her again, releasing another load of cum into her ass. At that moment I felt her ass tighten around me and she climaxed. Stacy, too, yelled loudly and came in her face. The four of us laid there on my bed for a while, panting and breathing heavily and generally trying to recover. Stacy kept muttering over and over again, "Oh my God, oh my God," and Jenny just smiled at me. Christine was the first one up. She left the room, and then returned a few minutes later with a pitcher of ice water and glasses. It was appreciated by all. Sometime during the night I awoke to a hand massaging my chest. When I was able to focus I found Stacy lying next to me. She smiled at me, I smiled back, and then she slowly moved down my body, kissing her way down to my crotch, where she proceeded to suck my dick. She sucked me until I was rock hard – again – and then came back up and straddled my hips. "Fuck me slowly," she said, "until you're ready to cum. And then I want to suck you off." She rode me until she climaxed, and then laid down next to me and took me back into her mouth. She sucked and pumped my cock until I was ready to explode. "I'm going to cum, Stacy," I whispered, "I've got to let go." She began to pump my cock with her hand even harder and sucked the head until I pumped out a thick wad of cum into her mouth. She took it all and went back down on me until I spewed out a second load. Then she slid up my body and kissed me, her salty tongue sharing my load with me. And then she left. She was up and out of my bed just like that. That was last weekend. Today I got home from work and found Christine and Stacy together in Christine's room. They were naked, on the bed, in a 69 position. I watched for a few minutes as Christine slowly licked Stacy's hard clit and tongue-fucked her. Stacy, in return, was sucking Christine's clit and fucking her with a huge dildo with an anal probe on it. When they saw me they smiled and went back to their sexual activity. Jenny just called to ask if the girls were over here, and I told her they were. She said she was actually looking forward to seeing me, that she'd been sitting at home, masturbating and thinking about having my cock inside her, and that she'd be right over. Teaching Christine Ch. 02 I'm getting hard just thinking about it.