6 comments/ 96658 views/ 7 favorites Teaching Sara By: Nip2NIp36D To start off, let me tell you about us. I am Cindy, and my husband is John. We live in a small, but nice apartment and to understand this story, you have to really know a little more about us first. As far as sex goes, I was a virgin till I was 21. I am now 33. I have been married 4 1/2 years, and dated him 2 years prior to that. Before I was with John, I had only had two men that had ever entered me. The first was a boy friend, and we would play around some, I did not know what it was all about, and he really was not a good teacher, the second guy basically raped me. John and I have had GREAT sex since the very beginning, but he was open to things with me, we explored bondage, we explored my bisexuality, we explored his. We have been with other couples, but are careful whom we meet. I have a girl friend now that we spend a lot of time with, it is not a three-way marriage, because that is a special bond between John and I, but we both love Sara very much. And she loves us too. And this is about how Sara became part of our lives sexually. Sara's parents are divorced; they were long time friends of John my husband, so Sara has had John in her life all her life, really. She calls John her Uncle. When her parents got divorced Sara was still in school, and her mom lives near us, her father moved away. Sara's mom cannot cook at all, I said I would teach her how to cook and we sort of stepped in and took care of her a little more. After school Sara would come over and I would help with her schoolwork and she would help with dinner, and John helped her with her studies too, we would do anything for her. Her mom started dating, and we said that Sara could just stay over, so that her mother won't have to worry. So Sara really was close to us, part of our family. John and Sara would play games and it was all fun, like chess and video games. A little after her 18th birthday she asked me one Saturday what a blow job was, LOL I almost choked, but I was now really like her girl friend and confidant. I told Sara what it was, because I told her that I had lost my virginity when I was 21 and then that really was not a good thing, that she should love who she was with and sex was not a bad thing, but you had to be careful about others too. Sara was so innocent, and I just did not want to see her being taken advantage of. I told her she could ask me anything and I would always tell her the truth about things, so I went and got some freezer pops and started to show her how to give a blow job. Sara giggled and it was the most fun. I had never really thought of her sexually before, but I have to admit I was getting wet thinking of her. Well nothing really happened after that for a week, but the following weekend she asked what it was like to lose your virginity, did it hurt much? I told her it did not have to, and then asked if she had a boy friend (I thought she did not, because she did not tell me about anyone) and she said no, she did not have anyone. She just wanted to know, because she believed me when I said that sex was just a physical expression of love. She then told me that she loved listening to John and I make love. This sort of embarrassed me, but I told her that I loved her and gave her a big hug, and asked if she wanted to learn a bit more. I really don't know what came over me to make me so bold but Sara looked me in the eye with those beautiful eyes of hers and said yes, it was almost a plea. John was outside and I asked him to come in. I sat him down and told him that I was going to show Sara how to give a blowjob. John looked at me, but I told him it would be ok, so I had him get undressed and sat him down on the couch, and I told him just to close his eyes, and then I was stroking him and telling Sara all that I was doing as I stroked him and sucked him. John is great for this, because he takes forever to cum, but likes to be sucked, he just won't cum too fast, maybe a little pre cum, but that is all. So anyway, I got him to cum finally, I know that Sara loved it. But we were keeping this really as a lesson; I did not want to go too far to fast. With the cum in my mouth before I swallowed it all, I took a little cum in my hands and put it up to her mouth and let her lick it off my fingers. I asked if she liked it and she said it was different, but then licked some more off. I knew now that she was really consenting to being with us, so I said we should all get naked, and I got undressed too, and she got out of her clothes, she was ok with that, not to shy, just a little, I could tell she was really wet, I asked her if she played with her self when she got excited, she said that she had, and had done it listening to us make love, she wanted to touch herself while watching us just then, during our lesson, but she said she did not want us to think that that she was just a voyeur. I got Sara to get on her knees in front of John and had her put both hands on his cock and then one cradling his balls and got her to start sucking him like I had. I told her that I would touch her so that she would not have to. Can imagine us there? All naked, John on the couch, legs apart his cock in Sara's mouth, and me behind her my tits at her back, feeling her skin against my body? I was looking at John as my hand snaked around her and touched her little puss. She came for me quick, but I told her to suck John through that little earthquake that was going through her body. She did just that, and was so good at it. She sucked him for an hour and a half, as I got her to come 6 times! She was getting more used to letting go, and becoming so comfortable with the touch of both of our bodies. We had dinner after that, and just watched TV and told her how much we were proud of her. John did not cum in her mouth that time, but she did get a lot of his pre cum. I wanted her to feel really good about herself and feel that we really did love that fact that she was sharing this with us. When we went to bed that night, actually we were all falling asleep on the couch; John sort of woke up and got me to follow him to bed. We left Sara on the Couch, she was fast asleep, and I just sort of covered her with one of the blankets we kept on the couch. John made love to me twice saying that was so erotic today, I asked him if he wanted to make love to Sara too, he said hell yes as he came deep inside me. I told him that he would be able to most likely, but we had to make it special for her, and make sure that it was really what she wanted, but I knew that she had a crush on John for a long time. After we were done, I went to the fridge to get some water, and I heard some stirring on the couch, I asked quietly into the darkness, "are you asleep", "no" Sara said back I sat next to her on the couch, I knew her hands were at her pussy, I kissed her, and that kiss grew into a deep French kiss. I told her that I loved her very much, and she said she loved me too. I then took her hand and led her into the bedroom, and let her lay down in our Queen sized bed with John and me. She kissed John like we were just kissing, like lovers and I could feel that her hand went to his cock, then I turned her head and I kissed her. We just kissed that night, but then fell asleep, I knew that all of us wanted to do more, but I thought it would be better to wait. When I woke up, Sara was sucking John I just could not help but kiss him and pinching his nipples and letting him suck on my tits (which I LOVE!) anyway he came, and Sara swallowed it, she was so good, I kissed her and tasted my husband's love in her mouth. I looked at John and asked him if he had any more for me, he said he did, and I got his cock hard and sat on it, I told Sara to play with her puss if she liked, but I would love for her to suck on my tits, which she hungrily did. John had to get a little more animalistic to cum in me, so he rolled me over and really fucked me good. When I am like that, I sort of loose track of my surroundings, I know that Sara was there on the bed with us, but I really did not see her, I was lost in the moment with getting my pussy crammed with John's powerful cock. Well that was it, we all took a shower after that, we touched and soaped each other, but it was as if we had always been lovers. Sara asked if it was ok what we did, and I told her that we loved each other. I asked if she loved us, and she said with all her heart, then I said it was ok, because we loved her too. Teaching Sara Ch. 01 Elliot Walsh had never really had incestuous thoughts about his daughter until recently. His wife had left him after ten years of marriage, complaining that he was married to his job, not her, and since he was the one who wanted a child, he could take care of their five year old daughter. So, she packed up her bags, slapped him with divorce papers and after settling on two million dollars in alimony, she left him for parts unknown. He worked twelve to fourteen hours a day at Wentworth, Hastings and Walsh, one of Miami's most reputable law firms, to provide a good life for his daughter; private schools, a nanny, orthodontia, and most recently a new BMW Z4 for her eighteenth birthday. He had dismissed the nanny when Sara turned eighteen but kept the thrice-a-week maid on salary, there was no need for Sara to actually lift a finger around the house, not when he enjoyed spoiling her. There was no reason why he should be lusting after his daughter. He could still turn heads at the office, after all he was good-looking, six feet two inches and forty-five years old, still had a full head of brown hair with more gray than he really wanted and his one hundred eighty pound frame was still in good shape. In the thirteen years since his divorce, he'd had an on again-off again fling with one of the paralegals in the office, she'd be working late, he'd be working late, he'd bend her over his desk and fuck her brains loose from behind. That lasted for about four years when she started dating one of the other lawyers in the office. He had hooked up with another paralegal from one of the other firms in the building, but when he found out after three years that he wasn't the only guy she was fucking, he dumped her. After that, he just spent his time working. He couldn't really remember the last time he'd had sex or impure thoughts about any woman for that matter. But he had more important things in his life and the most important of them all was Sara. Over the years he'd watched her grow up over the breakfast table and it wasn't until three months after her eighteenth birthday that he realized just how grown up she had actually become. He couldn't recall when she had actually stopped wearing the frilly little dresses with her Mary Jane's and her hair twisted all up in braids. She still wore the frilly dresses only now they were shorter and had plunging necklines that showed a little too much of her breasts. When she actually got breasts he wasn't too sure about. The Mary Jane's now had three inch heels and her hair was still in braids. But it was the way she wore the dresses, shoes and braids that had him sitting up and paying attention. She now had the body to fill out the dresses. And her school uniform. He was sitting at the breakfast table reading the morning paper and eating his typical breakfast, two pieces of toast, a hard-boiled egg, and a half a pot of coffee when Sara danced into the room as usual, the buds to her iPod stuck in her ears. She was wearing her school uniform, a burgundy blazer over a white blouse with a burgundy tie, matching plaid pleated skirt that ended four inches from the top of her knees, white tights and a pair of shiny black Mary Jane's. She was cute and petite, only five feet two inches and probably weighed a good hundred pounds if even that, and had his green eyes and his ex's cute little nose and curly blonde hair which she had braided into pigtails that hung over her shoulders, the ends tied with burgundy bows. She wore very little make-up, just a little liner and shadow around her eyes and rose colored lip gloss on her full, pouty lips. He still couldn't figure out where she got her figure from, he couldn't remember his wife looking like that, so he blamed it on good genes, but still...a 32D-22-34 body wasn't something you ignored, even if you shouldn't be looking at it. He could only imagine how many horny teenage boys were lusting after her, and thanks to the dress code, he didn't have to worry about his daughter tempting the boys with her body. "Morning, Daddy," Sara said as she danced into the kitchen to the beat of Aerosmith in her ears, stopping long enough to drop a kiss on her father's cheek as she passed by the table on the way to the refrigerator, leaving behind the scent of Estee Lauder's Beautiful in the air. "Morning, baby girl," Elliot said, watching as she twirled away from him, her pleated skirt swishing around her legs. He knew she couldn't hear him, her head was bobbing to the beat of the music and her hips were swaying as she danced around the kitchen like she always did. His ex-wife had been like that, always dancing, and he smiled, at least Sara had inherited a few of her better qualities. He started to turn his attention back to his paper when he caught sight of some bare skin as she did a quick spin before opening the fridge, her hips doing a little one-two as she continued to dance in place. When she bent over to look inside the fridge, her skirt inched up in the back, exposing way too much bare skin. When did his daughter trade her white tights for stockings that came to just the middle of her thighs with little pink bows on the outside edge? Sara shut the door with her hip and danced back over to the table, a jug of milk in one hand, a box of cereal tucked under her arm and a bowl and spoon in the other hand. She pulled out the chair with the toe of her shoe and plopped down, dropping all of her breakfast stuff onto the table. She leaned across the table to snag a banana from the bowl in the middle, still dancing in her seat to the music in her ears. She shrugged out of her blazer and carelessly let it drop to the seat behind her. "Take those things out of your ears at the table," Elliot said, reached across the table to pull one of the buds out of his daughter's ear. "What?" Sara said, reaching up and pulling the second one out, the sound of "Dude Looks Like A Lady" coming out of the buds. She looked at her father and the stern look on his face. "Sorry, Daddy," she said and shut off the iPod, picking up the box of cereal. Elliot looked at his daughter around the edge of his paper where she sat perfectly poised in the chair on his right side. Her back was straight which caused her large breasts to thrust out from her chest and he could just see their generous swell as they strained to stay inside the cups of her bra behind the clinging material of her blouse. His eyes drifted lower to her tiny waist and even lower to the hem of her skirt that had inched up her thighs when she plopped down, exposing the elastic edge of her stockings. He hadn't seen thighs that sleek or toned since, well, since his wife. His daughter played soccer all through school and the running up and down the field had certainly paid off, in more ways than one. And he would bet anything that her ass was just as tight and toned and her stomach... What the hell was he thinking; she was his daughter for Christ's sake. But daughter or not the sight of that young, tight body made his cock jerk in his trousers and he shifted uncomfortably in his seat. He needed to get laid and soon. "I do believe tights are the proper leg attire with your uniform," he said, his voice hoarse. Sara reached down and smoothed the hem of her skirt back in place. She had been wearing stockings with her uniform for the past two months and this was the first time he noticed? The maid did the laundry, not her father, so how would he even know what she wore under her skirts unless he peaked or read her detailed credit card statement each month. "The headmaster sent out a letter last week outlining the new policy to the girl's uniform. We can wear tights, leggings or stockings as long as they are white and our legs are covered beneath our skirt. I put it on your desk, Daddy. And it's going to be eighty-seven degrees today and tights are too hot." The last woman he'd had a fling with wore stilettos, stockings and raunchy underwear and she was nothing more than just a slut. And his daughter was not nor was she going to look like a slut. "Stockings are not proper for a teenage girl. Go change." "But, Daddy," Sara said, her low lip quivering. "It's going to be hot today and the other girls are wearing stockings." "The other girls are not my daughter. Don't argue with me. Go change. Now." "Yes, Daddy," Sara said, pushing her chair back from the table. Her father was never this stern with her, she was spoiled, but she was never a brat about it. He never complained when she went on shopping sprees, always bought her the latest in hi-tech gadgetry and let her stay up past her bedtime on the weekends. She would never really do anything to disrespect her father or make him mad, either. She hurried from the kitchen and went back upstairs to her room to change into more "appropriate" leg attire. She came back into the kitchen and stopped next to his chair. "Better, Daddy?" Elliot watched as she lifted up the side of her skirt only long enough so he could see that tights now covered her slender, toned thighs and the curve of her lush little ass. Before she dropped her skirt back down he could have sworn that he didn't see a panty line of any kind. What the hell! Was his daughter not wearing any underwear either?! He felt his cock jerk again at the start of an erection. All he could do was nod his head. And that was how it had all gotten started. + + + + + + + + + + It was late as usual when Elliot got home from work. There were only a couple of lights on in the house, the upstairs hallway and the lamp in the family room along with the flickering of the television. He rolled his BMW M5 into the garage next to Sara's car and cut the engine, going inside through the kitchen. He could smell the lingering aroma of butter and microwave popcorn in the air and he sat his briefcase down on the table, following the smell into the family room. Sara was sitting on the floor in front of the couch, a bowl of popcorn between her crossed legs and a bottle of diet Coke next to her hip. She was totally engrossed in the movie she was watching on the HD plasma screen, laughing as something funny was said or done. He flipped on the overhead light. "Hi, Daddy," Sara said, not taking her eyes off the screen. "Is your homework done?" he asked as he walked across the room, tugging on his tie until the knot came loose. The rule held strong in junior high as well as in high school, she had to have all of her schoolwork done before she could ever watch television. She may challenge him from time to time but she never disobeyed him. The rules were there for a reason and he made sure the nanny had enforced them as well. "Uh-huh," she answered, reaching into the bowl to scoop up some popcorn, popping it into her mouth. She chewed and swallowed. "Got an A on my trig test yesterday." "Good for you," Elliot said as he sat down on the couch, his knee brushing her shoulder. He'd had a long day preparing for an upcoming trial and all he needed was a little rest. He sat back on the couch, stretching his arms out on the back of the cushions, looking at the TV screen. He didn't particularly care for romantic comedies but Sara liked them so he closed his eyes, listening rather than watching.He didn't know how long he had been dozing when he was awakened by the slight shifting of the couch when Sara sat down on it, snuggling back into the cushions. He looked over at her; she was still watching the movie, too enthralled to actually notice that he was looking at her so he just let his gaze wander. She had on a pair of white boy shorts with little pink daisies scattered all over them that showed off the sleek length of her tanned legs and a white and pink striped camisole that hugged her torso. When she crossed her legs Indian style, the material of her shorts was pulled taut over the crux of her legs and he could see the outline of her vulva. It had been too long since he'd had his cock buried so deep inside a woman that felt his cock jerk in his trousers at the very sight of a fully covered crotch and he quickly drew his eyes upward. But that was only the half of it. His height held some advantage, it gave him a clear view down the front of her top and he took full advantage to look his fill. She wasn't wearing a bra and he could clearly see the deep cleavage between the round, firm globes of her large breasts poised so perfectly on her chest. The coolness of the air-conditioned house had her nipples hard and they pressed against the tight material in two little hard points. He had to fight all of his urges, and fight hard when all he wanted to do was touch her. He wanted to lower his hand and brush it against the side of her breast, squeeze her little nipple till it hardened even more and she started to moan. He wanted to slide his hand up and down her smooth thigh, stroking higher and higher until he had his hand between her legs, stroking and fondling her until her shorts were soaking wet and her hips started to buck wildly. He wanted to put his mouth... "Good night, Daddy," Sara said as she leaned over and kissed his cheek before she got up off the couch. Daddy? Oh, God he was doing it again. What the hell was he thinking? She was his daughter, his only child, his pride and joy not some cheap piece of flesh for him to lust after. He ran his hand over his face, turning his eyes away as she walked from the room so he couldn't see the jiggle of her breasts or the sway of her hips when she walked. He sat there in the family room, feeling like a pervert for ogling his own daughter, but God she was so ripe, so firm, so what he should not be thinking about and thinking about her had given him the start of an erection. He could feel the blood pumping through his cock. It was only partially hard, much like it had been this morning when he saw Sara's legs in those damn stockings. He would sit here for as long as it took for his erection to subside, it had gone back down on his way to work, and it would again. Could one go to hell for getting even a partial erection from staring at their own flesh and blood? But starting was better than actually touching, right? Elliot half-heartedly listened to the news on the television before he grew tired and searched the family room for the remote, Sara was always so good about mislaying the damn thing and he usually had to walk over and shut the TV off by hand. He found it between the cushions and pushed up from the couch and shut the lights off as he made his way upstairs to his bedroom. He turned off the light in the hallway, making his way down the balcony in the dark. Sara's light was still on in her room and shining brightly in the darkness between the two inches of space that the door stood ajar. He reached up to knock on the door, to bid her a final "good night" when he stopped. He was under the cover of darkness, just a few inches from her open doorway. The light shined past him, rather than right on him, so she couldn't see him. He would take a quick peek, just check on her like he always did before he went to bed. There was nothing wrong with that was there? He stepped closer to the door and careened his neck, looking inside her bedroom. Sara was standing in the middle of her room three-quarters of the way facing the door; probably looking in the swivel mirror she had standing in the corner. He watched as she slipped her thumbs under the waistband of her shorts, slowly easing them down over her shapely ass and hips, bending over as she pushed them the rest of the way off her sleek legs before stepping out of them. She straightened and he felt his cock jerk hard in his trousers. Oh, fuck! She had on the skimpiest pair of panties that he had ever seen! A very narrow pink string held her panties to her hips, a tiny pink cotton triangle barely covered her smooth vulva let along her labia, and a narrow string went right between the cheeks of her ass. He was right. She had the tautest, firmest ass he had ever seen and it curved out from her backside in a nice little arch. He felt his cock jerk as it started to fill with a sudden rush of blood and he swallowed hard as he stared at her lovely, naked ass. He drew his gaze back up as she crossed her arms in front of her, grabbed hold of the hem of her camisole and pulled it up and over her head. His eyes followed suit. Over her tight little belly, all nice and tan, over her rib cage to her... Oh God, she had the most beautiful breasts. He sucked in his breath, watching as they jiggled and bounced on her chest from the motion of her arms. They were large, too large for her small frame and they were absolutely beautiful! He only wished he could stare at them all day. They were round and firm, curving perfectly up from her ribcage. Her dark pink areolas were the size of silver dollars and puckered from the cool air in her room. Her nipples were the size of spice drops, extremely hard and jutting out a half inch from the middle of her breasts. He felt his cock jerk again in his trousers, throbbing hard as it strained against the material. He watched as she shyly brought her slender hands up and touched her breasts, flicking her thumbs over her hard little nipples. Once, twice, then she gave them a hard squeeze between her thumb and forefinger and tugged on them until they stood out even further. His breathing started to escalate when she slowly slid her right hand down the smooth expanse of her body, her fingers slipping under the tiny triangle that left her standing all but naked to his lecherous stare. More of her fingers disappeared into her panties and she stroked herself for a few seconds before she pulled her hand back out. Her fingers were just barely damp. His cock jerked hard in his trousers and he reached down to adjust it to a more comfortable position. It was completely engorged, thicker and harder than it had ever been in years. He stroked the head once through the material of his trousers and felt precum start to soak into his pants. His daughter had just given him the hardest fucking erection in his life and there was nothing he could do about it! When she turned away from the mirror to walk over to her dresser, which was just on the other side of the door, he quickly took a step backwards into complete darkness and pressed his back to the wall. He drew in a deep breath, feeling his heart pounding in his chest and his cock throbbing in his pants. Oh, God he had to stop this now before he did something he would regret for the rest of his life while he rotted in a jail cell. But she was so beautiful and so off limits that it only made him that much more hungry for her flesh. He pushed away from the wall and quickly walked down to the end of the hall to his own bedroom never turning on a light so she wouldn't be suspicious of his lurking just outside her door like the pervert that he was. + + + + + + + + + + Sara donned a red and pink striped sleep shirt and let it fall to the middle of her thighs and reached up to pull her braids from the neck. She untied the ribbons and pulled the hair bands from each end and untwisted first one plait and then the other, running her fingers through her hair until it lay in soft curls around her shoulders again. She was startled by the sound of the legs on the console table in the hallway scraping against the floor and she walked over to the door and slowly opened it, peering outside into the dark hallway. All she could see was her father's backside as he turned on the light to his bedroom one door down on the other side of the hall and disappeared inside. He must have bumped into the table in the darkness. That was strange. He usually said good night before he went to bed. She shrugged it off. He had to be really tired for him to not stop by her door at least to make sure she was in bed. She shut off the light and walked over to her bed, pulling back the covers and sipping in between the cool sheets. She rubbed her cheek into the pillow, snuggling down deeper into her bed and closed her eyes. She was just about asleep when she heard a strange noise coming from the other end of the house. It sounded something like a groan. She listened carefully and heard a second groan. Oh, no, her father was sick! She threw off the covers and turned on the bedside lamp, hurrying out of her room and down the hall. Teaching Sara Ch. 01 As she got closer to her father's room she heard another groan followed by what sounded like a grunt. Curious, she stepped up to his door left slightly ajar and peeked inside. The bedroom was empty, just the lamp was on by the bed and light was pouring out of the open door to the bathroom. His jacket, trousers and shirt were flung over the foot of his king size bed. She pushed open the door and, very quietly, tip-toed across the bedroom. She felt her heart leap into her throat when she heard an even deeper groan followed by another grunt that sounded almost painful. He must really be sick. Sara stopped next to the open door and peeked inside the bathroom. She felt her heart pound in her chest. Her father was standing naked in the middle of the bathroom, his feet planted wide, his left hand planted solidly on the edge of the sink and his right arm was frantically moving back and forth. His head was hanging down and his eyes were squeezed shut, she could see the crinkles at the corners, and his lips were tightly drawn over his teeth like he was in excruciating pain. She careened her neck further to the edge of the doorjamb to get a better look. She had seen her father wearing just his Speedo but never fully naked before. He didn't have the hard bulging muscles like the football players at school, but he wasn't pudgy either, just strong and lean. A strange grunt came from him again and she lowered her gaze. He had his hand wrapped around his... Her hand flew to her mouth to cover her sudden gasp. Her father was masturbating! She tried to turn to run but she couldn't, her feet seem to be rooted in place. She slowly slipped to the floor, scooting closer to the edge of the open door, wrapping her hand around the doorjamb. She knew she should run back to her room but she was too stunned, too curious to move. She had seen a penis before when, in the eighth grade, Bobby Phillips said he would show her his penis if she would show him her titties. She saw his penis but he never saw her breasts. And his penis never looked like the one in her father's rapidly pumping fist. It was dark red and thick, interlaced with dark veins that stood out all along it, his long fingers just barely encompassing what had to be a six inch girth. And long, oh God, it was long, his hand was stroking the entire ten inch length. The head of it added another two inches and was a little larger and tapered almost to a point and dark purple. She could see clear fluid seeping out of the tip and glistening in the light of the bathroom. His scrotum was as big as a lemon and swinging heavily back and forth between his thighs, slapping against his fist. She heard another grunt come from her father and she scooted even closer. His fist was moving even faster now; pulling painfully--it had to be painful since the grunts had turned to a long drawn out groan--on his thick, angry looking penis, sliding back down to his belly, pulling even harder. And harder. She bit her bottom lip, watching wide-eyed as his penis got thicker and thicker, the head got even bigger and such a dark purple that she thought it was going to explode in his hand! His fist pushed and pulled on the huge mushroom-shaped head, again and again, pumping it frantically for a good twenty seconds. And then a few seconds later her father threw his head back, let out an animal-sounding howl and his penis did explode, spurting a thick, heavy rope of milky white fluid in a high arc that spattered on the mirror. She sucked in her breath, watching as his hand pulled and pushed on the huge head of his thick penis again, and another thick rope of semen spurted at the wall. Again and again, harder and harder he pulled on the end of his penis, each jerk enunciated by a deep grunt and a spurt of thick semen till the spurts lessened and just a thick rope of milky white fluid dangled half way to the floor from the tip of his penis. She heard one last grunt as he gave his penis a hard stroke, the last of the semen oozing out of the tip and plopping down onto the floor. She ducked back against the wall, her heart pounding painfully in her chest, her breasts rising and falling with each labored breath she drew into her lungs. She couldn't believe what she had just seen! A forty-five year old man masturbating! And he was her father! She heard him let out a long groan. "Oh, God. My Sara, my sweet, sweet baby girl. Why do you have to do this to me?" Sara slapped her hand over her mouth, her whole body trembling. Her father had just achieved sexual gratification while thinking about her! She heard the water in the shower come on and she peeked around the door, and seeing her father's backside, got to her feet and ran back to her bedroom as quietly as she could. She shut off the light and slipped quietly into bed. She lay as still as she could even though her heart was pounding like a jackhammer and her whole body was violently shaking. She could still hear her father's groans and grunts and his words echoing in her ears. She could still see his penis, long and thick and red, spurting semen all over the bathroom wall, and she squeezed her eyes shut. Oh, she was going to be scarred for the rest of her life! She could feel a strange tightness in her stomach, an ache she had never felt before. She slowly slid her hand over her taut tummy, but that wasn't where the ache was coming from. Her hand moved lower, over the tiny triangle that covered her vulva and she parted her thighs a little. Her hand slid lower and she sucked in her breath when she felt that the cotton was soaking wet and was starting to seep out and dampen her thighs. Had watching her father made her panties wet? Her and her friend, Chloe, had secretly watched one of her brother's porno DVD one night at a sleep over and that had made her sticky wet and aching between her legs but she never actually thought that... There had to be something morally wrong with her to have gotten so wet from watching her father pleasure himself because she wanted to watch him again and again. She yanked her hand back up, squeezed her thighs together hopping to lessen the ache, and rolled over onto her side, trembling. She closed her eyes and turned her head into the pillow, ashamed with herself and more ashamed that she had actually enjoyed watching. Worst of all, how was she going to face her father in the morning? Teaching Sara Ch. 02 "Miss Walsh, I will only ask you once again. What event during World War II resulted in the surrendering of the Japanese forces? And I want specifics." "Huh?" Sara asked as she looked up from the paper in her open notebook that she was supposed to be making notes on, instead just doodling, and onto the stern face of her history teacher, Mr. Miller. Ever since she had managed to evade her father by staying in bed a little longer than she normally did and taking an extra-long shower, she had made herself considerably pressed for time and she had to leave the house without breakfast. She had ignored her friends and paid very little attention to any of her instructors, she just couldn't focus properly since her mind was still trying to shake off what it had absorbed the night before. She heard the snicker of her fellow classmate seated behind her and she quickly closed her notebook when she realized exactly what she had been doodling, a very freaky looking penis. "Can you repeat the question, please?" Mr. Miller braced his forearms on his podium and glared at her across the classroom. Insubordination wasn't tolerated in the school by any of its students. "No, Miss Walsh, I will not repeat the question. You now owe me a detailed outline of World War II, noting every major conflict and how many casualties resulted at each occurrence and what led up to the final surrender and I want it no later than Monday after class. You will pay attention in my course, Miss Walsh or suffer the consequences." He pushed away from his podium and picked up the marker he used to write on the white board behind him. "And you can all thank Miss Walsh for the thousand word essay you all will be writing on the effect the War had on the United States. Dismissed." Sara closed her history book and slipped both of them inside her messenger bag, folding over the flap. She ignored the grumbles and groans and spiteful remarks she heard from her classmates regarding the extra work she had just created for them over the weekend as they all left the room single file. She slid out of her chair and picked up her bag, slipping the strap over her head and arm, letting the bag fall against her hip. Now was she not only the most hated person in the class, she hoped that Mr. Miller didn't report her to the headmaster so her little indiscretion wouldn't go on her permanent record. She felt Chloe Chandler slip her arm around the crook of hers as she walked down the breezeway towards her next class. She looked at her best friend. Chloe had glossy brown hair that curled down her back and was held away from her face with a plaid headband that matched their uniforms. She was only an inch taller than her and they wore the same size clothes, which made clothes shopping and swapping outfits fun, but her breasts were much larger than Chloe's which made the exchanging of tops a challenge, Chloe liked deep V-necks that showed off her small breasts where she tended to keep hers covered. "Everybody in class hates me," Sara groaned. "Mr. Miller was going to assign that stupid essay to us whether or not you were paying attention in class. What's up with you anyways? You hardly even talked to me this morning?" Chloe asked as she steered her friend around the corner and into the open door of the hall where there next class was located. "I don't know," Sara lied. She knew exactly what was wrong. She was still thinking about her father and she was too embarrassed to tell her friend. "Guess I'm just not feeling it today." "Well, I know exactly what you need. Shopping therapy. We'll go to the mall after school and max out our fathers' credit cards. That will have you feeling better in no time." They strolled into the half full class room and into their chairs, one in front of the other. Sara dropped her bag onto the floor and slid onto her seat, turning around and looking at her friend as she forced a smile. "Sounds good to me." "I'll drive," Chloe said, "since my car has a back seat and a trunk." They nodded in unison, giggled, and straightened in their seats. Shopping was always the best therapy a girl could have. She bent over and fished her BlackBerry out of her bag, brought up her father's number and quickly sent him a text: Going to mall after school with Chloe. Okay? Five second later her phone chirped. Be home by 8. Sara smiled and texted: Luv U. Five seconds later. Luv U 2 bb grl. "Put that phone away, Ms. Walsh or it will be mine," Mrs. Feeney said as she walked into the classroom. Sara let out a long breath as she dropped her phone back down into her bag. She had to be having the worse possible day of her life. + + + + + + + + + + Sara and Chloe both had their arms loaded down with clothes from one of the mall's trendy teen stores and they slipped into the oversized dressing room together to try on their outfits. They quickly stripped off their uniforms, tossing them onto the bench in the corner and reached for the first of many new articles of clothing. "Can I ask you a personal question, Chloe?" Sara asked as she wiggled into a pair of snug fitting denim short shorts that sat low on her hips and just barely covered the cheeks of her ass, the back pockets embellished with rhinestones. "Ooo, those are cute," Chloe said as she pulled a pink sun dress over her head and tugged the zipper up, looking at her friend. "Ask away." "Have you ever caught your parents having sex?" she asked in a whisper. Chloe feigned surprise and giggled, shaking her head. They were best friends and they shared everything, even if it was too gross to mention to another person. "No, but I caught my dad banging the maid doggy-style while my mom was at the country club. He was fucking her hard, too, and I do mean–" "Okay, okay, I get it," Sara said, wiggling back out of the shorts and putting them in a pile to purchase. At least she wasn't the only one that had caught her father in a sexual predicament. Chloe pulled her dress back off after admiring herself in the mirror. "The next day I got a new Audi. Why do you ask? Did you walk in on your dad fucking his secretary?" Sara poked her head out of the neck of the dress she was trying on. "No, I saw him masturbating. Thank God he didn't see me." "Does he have a big penis?" Chloe asked without preamble as she tugged on a pair of shorts, watching as the expression on her friends face instantly changed. "Chloe! I don't know, I didn't stay around long enough to find out," Sara said, lying through her teeth. He did have a big penis, the biggest one she had ever seen, but she wasn't going to let her friend know that even if they did tell each other everything. "What about this dress," she asked, quickly changing the subject. "You should definitely get that one so I can borrow it. Do you know who has a big penis? Gary Mitchell. It's about that long," she said, holding her two index finger eight inches apart, "and about that big around," she said, holding her thumb and index finger in a circle, the tips a half inch apart, indicating a five inch circumference. Sara's jaw dropped. "You had sex with Gary Mitchell? When?" Chloe pulled on a white tank top with a bright colorful flower printed on the front of it. "God, no. I'm staying a virgin until I get married. I just gave him a blow job." "Chloe!" Sara exclaimed, shocked by her friend's confession. "What? It doesn't count. Besides, I don't have to worry about getting pregnant. You know who else has a big penis?" "How many penises have you seen?" Sara asked in utter shock. "Uh...six." "Chloe! I'm never talking to you again." Chloe just laughed. They finished trying on their clothes, scooped up the ones they were going to purchase and left the rest on the rack in the dressing room. The both changed into one of their new outfits, stuffing their uniforms into a bag, giggling as they both decided that they needed new shoes, their school shoes did not go with their shorts and tees. As they carried their bags out of the store with hundreds of dollars' worth of clothes and setting out to do more damage to their fathers' credit cards, Sara felt a lot better. Shopping was exactly what she needed. + + + + + + + + + + Sara was surprised to find her father home when Chloe dropped her off; the light was on in the study which meant that he had brought home enough legal documents to keep him working all weekend. She collected all of her bags from the back seat, told her friend good night, and carried them all into the house. She walked across the hardwood floor, the stiletto heels of her new sandals echoing through the otherwise emptiness of the large house. "I'm home, Daddy," she said as she stopped in the open door of the study. Elliot pushed away from his desk piled high with writs and evidentiary reports at the sound of his daughter's voice and rubbed his tired eyes. He turned his chair around, looking at her across the expanse of his study. He hadn't seen his daughter all day; she had hurried out of the house early in the morning without so much as a goodbye and without breakfast. And she had returned at seven-thirty not wearing her uniform. Instead she had on a pair of short denim shorts that showed off the entire length of her fabulous legs; spiked heels and a pink scoop necked tank top that ended eight inches above the waistband of her shorts, showing off her taut little belly and the rounded shape of her breasts and the twin points of her hard nipples. "Have fun shopping?" "Yep. I bought three new dresses and some other...stuff," she said, indicating the two-tone pink striped Victoria's Secret bag. Elliot looked over his shoulder at the never-ending pile of papers and then back to his daughter. He needed a break from the documents and spending a little time with his daughter was better than trying to sort out papers. He spied all the bags in her hands. She liked to shop and he never cringed at the credit card statements, sometimes at her choice in clothes, but never at the amount that she spent. Her happiness was all that mattered to him. "Can I see the dresses?" "Sure," Sara said, smiling as she hurried off with her bags. The nanny had always taken her shopping while she was growing up and when they came home she would always have a little "fashion show" for her father, showing off the new frilly dresses and shoes she bought. When she got older, she still sought her father's approval, she never wanted to wear something that he didn't like, and even took him along when she went shopping for formal dresses for the school dances. He never protested, always gave his approval or criticism if the dress was a little inappropriate for his daughter, and she never argued. She dropped all of her bags on the floor in the bathroom and stripped out of her clothes, pulled the first dress from the bag and slipped it on. It was white with bold, bright pink daisies printed on it, had a modest scoop neck, a V in the back that ended just in the middle of her spine and a full, tulle lined skirt that fell to her knees. She liked the dress because it was feminine and the underskirt crinkled when she walked, reminding her of the frilly dresses she used to wear when she was little. She pulled the end of her pony tail from the neck line of the dress and reached behind her, pulling up the zipper. She checked herself once in the mirror, smiled and she skipped down the hall like she use to when she was little and into her father's study. She twirled around in her bare feet, the skirt of the dress billowing out around her thighs and stopped a foot from her father, facing him. "Well," she said, waiting for his approval. Elliot tipped his head to the side, looking at his very grown up daughter in her very grown up dress that showed off her toned, tanned arms and slender shoulders. He could barely see the swell of her breasts that she had to of stuffed into the bodice, it was tight across them and it hugged the rest of her torso, the skirt flaring out over her hips and an inch of tulle peeking out of the hem that ended just at her knees. He made a circling motion with his finger and she slowly turned back around in a circle, smiling. The deep V in the back showed off the smooth expanse of her tanned back, and for the first time he noticed she didn't have a tan line. Eighteen and beautiful, with a ripe, lush body... He shook his head, trying to clear it of its lewd thoughts. He didn't need to start that again, last night's incestuous thoughts were bad enough; he didn't need to be having any more. He hadn't realized he had shaken his head until the smile quickly faded on his daughter's face. "No, no, baby girl, you look pretty. I've just been staring at too many documents and I need to clear my head. You're a much prettier sight for my sore eyes. Let's see the next one." "Okay," Sara said, skipping off to the bathroom once again, smiling as she heard her father's soft laughter. Elliot braced his elbow on the arm of his chair, resting his chin in the crux of his thumb and forefinger, waiting patiently for Sara to return. She came strolling back into the room again, this time wearing a black slip dress with spaghetti-thin straps that held up the full bodice over her large breasts, the ruffled hem ending five inches from the tops of her knees. The thin silk clung to her body, caressing the curve of her hips and the round, full globes of her breasts. She wasn't wearing a bra because her nipples were two tight spice drop sized points that strained against the silk, hardening before his very eyes from the coolness of the air-conditioning and the silky material that sensuously glided over them. He felt his cock stir in his denim shorts. Ah, fuck, he didn't need this again. He shifted in his chair, trying to release some of the friction the denim was causing on his quickly swelling cock. He looked up at her when she stopped a foot in front of him. "Isn't it a little short?" he asked, teasing her, hoping it would take his mind off other things. "Daddy," Sara huffed. She looked down at her hemline, at her knees and the length of her shapely calves. "It's only an inch shorter than my uniform skirt." He sucked in his breath, watching as her breasts jiggled slightly under the material, her nipples rasping against it. He felt his cock jerk and he quickly glanced down at his crotch, his cock was inching down his thigh, the swollen head coming dangerously close to the leg hem and straining hard against the denim, producing an embarrassing bulge he hoped she wouldn't see. "It's pretty, too. Let's see the last one," he said, shooing her from the room. "Okay," Sara said, all giggles. When she padded out of the study, his eyes dropped to her taut ass, watching as the silk caressed her bare skin. He could clearly see the line of her g-string and he felt his cock jerk even harder in his jeans as it swelled even more with a sudden rush of blood. It had been way too long since he'd had his cock buried in a hot, juicy cunt. He lifted his hips off the chair, reached down the front of his shorts and shifted his engorged cock around till the swollen head was situated behind the loose placket. He removed his hand, lowered his hips, hissing at the pressure that was now imposed on his swollen testicles. Denim played hell on erections. He looked up as Sara came back into the study, her arms crossed over her breasts. This dress was considerably shorter than the other two. The triple ruffled skirt of her white dress barely reached the middle of her thighs, hugged her tiny little waist and, well, from what he could see, was a halter top. She stopped a foot away from him, keeping her head down, like she was too embarrassed that she had bought the dress. "Don't cross your arms over your chest, baby girl, it's very rude." She looked down at her bare feet, at the tips of her pink-polished toes before she slowly raised her eyes. Her gaze lingered a little too long at his crotch and she felt her heart slam against her ribs and her cheeks flush from embarrassment. This little fashion show was suddenly becoming awkward for both of them. She knew an erection when she saw one, the front of his jeans had a huge bulge right behind the fly. "It's not so much a dress as it is a cover for my bathing suit and I don't have on a bra." Elliot shifted in his chair again. He had to bite the inside of his mouth to keep from smiling. She was wearing the skimpiest of all underwear and she was embarrassed by not having on a bra? She let her ass cheeks wiggle so everyone could see them, why should her breasts be any different? Oh, God, he was going there again, having lecherous thoughts about his own daughter. But she had bought the dress, or rather he had bought it, and he wanted to see what his hard earned money was paying for. "Lower your arms, Sara." "Daddy, please," she said, protesting. "Lower your arms," he said, using the very tone that got everyone's attention in the courtroom. Sara tipped her chin up, drew in a deep breath and let it back out as she slowly lowered her arms. She held her breath, waiting for her father's disapproval as she stared at a spot on the wall directly over his head. Suddenly she was embarrassed by the size of her breasts and the fact that the halter top didn't properly cover them. She felt her cheeks redden. Elliot straightened in his chair, feeling his cock throb with every hard slam of his heart against his ribs. The halter top had a ruffled neckline and was tied behind her neck, the deep V ending at the bottom of her sternum, the outside of her breasts were covered, the insides not so much. He could see the curvature of the underside of her breasts as they turned up from her chest, the fullness of the orbs where the inside of the neckline just barely covered her areolas. Her nipples were extremely hard and thrusting against the thin cotton as the material rasped against the tight, sensitive points. He held back a groan. He looked up at her. Her face was flushed and she was staring at the wall just over his head. Her whole body was trembling. She was scared, afraid of his disapproval in the dress even though it was just a cover-up, or just nervous because so much of her breasts were on display. He was too aroused to realize his improper comment. "You have nothing to be embarrassed about. You have beautiful breasts." Sara slowly lowered her gaze until she was looking at her father, wondering... She had heard a noise in the hall when her father walked by her room. Had he been staring at her breasts last night while she'd been getting ready for bed? Was that why he'd been masturbating? She'd gotten him so aroused that he had to pleasure himself? She knew her father shouldn't be making comments about her breasts but then she shouldn't have secretly watched him masturbate, either. She wanted to see his penis again and she wanted to see it so bad. Maybe even touch it. So, suddenly, the comment didn't seem to bother her. She saw his eyes dilate and knew that she had given him that erection and for once she was proud of her breasts. She looked down at her breasts and adjusted the neckline without any avail; her breasts were just too big. "They're huge and the boys at school are always staring at them while I'm in yoga class or on the soccer field." Elliot was too aroused to show any emotions. His cock was throbbing in his jeans, his hands were burning to touch his daughter's breasts and his mouth was watering. He swallowed. He could stare at them all day. He couldn't think, all of his blood was in his cock and he found himself saying what he never wanted to say to her. "They're perfect, baby girl, absolutely perfect. You make daddy's cock so hard when I look at them, I shouldn't be looking, but I get so fucking hard." Sara wasn't shocked by his answer or frightened, either, rather she was quite turned on. She felt her breasts swell and her nipples tighten even more, straining hard against the thin material. "Are you hard now, Daddy?" she asked, even though she already knew the answer. She chewed on her bottom lip, her eyes dropping to his crotch as he reached down and adjusted his swollen penis through the front of his jeans. The bulge was growing, extending towards the waistband of his pants. If he would just take it out so she could see it... Teaching Sara Ch. 02 "Fuck yes, baby girl," he said, his voice shaking. He wasn't thinking with his brain, his cock was taking over; making him say things, want to do things he shouldn't. God, help him, he wanted her, wanted her so bad. But he knew he couldn't. It was morally wrong on so many levels. Fuck, his cock was so hard, she had made it hard, and he knew that only her lush, ripe body could appease his lecherous, incestuous desires. He needed her out of the room and far away from him before he did something he was going to regret. "Go to your room." "Daddy?" Sara questioned. "I said go to your fuckin' room," Elliot shouted. He never raised his voice to his daughter but then he'd never been so hungry for her flesh, either. He watched as she turned on her heel and practically ran from the room. He got to his feet, unbuttoned his shorts, struggled several seconds with the zipper, his cock was so swollen and straining against the fly that it was virtually impossible to lower the zipper, and shoved them over his hips, his fully engorged twelve inch cock springing free. He let out a long groan as the pressure was released on his cock and he reached down, wrapping his hand around the thick fuck-organ sticking straight up from his groin and throbbing with the blood that coursed through its veins. He sat back down in his chair, scooting close to the edge and leaned back against the backrest. He jerked his hand up the swollen length to stroke the blood-filled glans till precum started to seep out of the slit and trickle down the side, quickly working it around his whole cock, lubricating it. He wrapped his hand around the thickest part of his cock and started jacking it. He closed his eyes, picturing his daughter's breasts, and stroked his thick shaft even harder, working more precum out of the slit. "Daddy?" Sara's soft voice said from above him. She had lingered in the hallway, peeking around the corner to see what he would do next. When he dropped his pants and his massive penis sprang free, she felt that ache start to return between her legs and this time she knew what it was from. She slipped quietly back into the room. She stopped in front of him, watching as he worked his fist up and down the length of his swollen penis. She licked her lips, her eyes entranced by the clear fluid that was seeping out of the slit in the middle of the thick head that bobbed up and down with the rapid jerking motion of his hand. Elliot's eyes shot open and he looked up at the face of his daughter. He quickly reached for something on his desk to cover his swollen cock but it was too late, she had already seen it, already seen him frantically pumping his fist up and down, masturbating like a sex-deprived teenager. He couldn't scoot his chair forward to hide is cock under his desk; she was standing between his wide-spread knees. He couldn't push it back down between his legs without causing himself an excruciating amount of pain. So he had no choice but to sit there with his fully-engorged cock waving "hello" to her and try to act relatively normal. But that wasn't what annoyed him the most; it was the look on her beautiful face. It wasn't shock or terror, it was curiosity mixed with–with lust? More reason to lash out at her. "Get the fuck out of here, Sara, get out now!" Sara slowly shook her head, her eyes locked with her father's. She wanted to see his penis and he wanted to see her breasts so it was only fair that she removed her dress so he could see them; after all she was looking at his penis. She watched as the expression changed on his face, his eyes widening as she reached up and untied the ruffled bow behind her neck and let the top half of her dress fall to her hips, exposing her 32D breasts. She hooked her thumbs in her dress and pushed it over her hips, letting it fall to her feet where she stepped out of it and pushed it aside with her foot. She stood before her father in nothing but a pale blue g-string with little blue butterflies. "It'll be our little secret, Daddy, no one has to know. I want to make you happy. Teach me how to make you happy." "Oh, God, Sara, no. No, no, I can't. You're my baby girl," he protested, shaking his head even though his cock was screaming otherwise. "Please, Daddy. I know you want to touch me and I know you won't hurt me. I'm eighteen." Elliot's cock throbbed in his hand as he stared at the face of his daughter, her green eyes so bright, so trusting. She had come to him on her own free will, ripe for the picking. He slowly lowered his gaze, staring at beautiful breasts as they rose and fell with each deep breath she drew into her lungs. They were so ripe, so full, and so absolutely perfect. Her areolas were the size of silver dollars, puckered, her nipples hard and sticking out from her breasts like two tiny cocks. He wanted to lick her breasts, suck on her nipples till she screamed. And she was going to let him! How the fuck could he say no? "You can't breathe a word to anyone, not even your friends." Sara nodded her head, her heart pounding in her chest. She couldn't believe what she had just asked her father to do. She knew he wouldn't hurt her, wouldn't make her do anything she didn't want to do. She wanted him to touch her ever since she had saw him last night, pleasuring himself, she wanted him to give her as much pleasure, touch her, and hopefully ease that ache she felt between her legs. She sucked in her breath when she felt his fingers glide over the tops of her breasts. She moaned as his hands cupped the full weight of her breasts and she reached out, grabbing hold of his shoulders as her legs started to quiver. "Daddy just loves your breasts. They're so beautiful. So big," Elliot said as he shaped his hands to her breasts, weighing their fullness, giving them a slight squeeze. A slow smile came to his face when she moaned. He felt her breasts swell in his hands and he watched lecherously as her areolas drew up even tighter and her nipples got even harder, sticking out proudly from her breasts. He pinched them between his thumbs and forefingers, rolling them, pulling on them, and making them even harder. She moaned as he rolled them between his fingers till they were two tight, sensitive points of flesh. He bent his head and opened his mouth and stuck his tongue out, flattening it to the outside of her breast and licking a hot path down and around the underside of her breast, up the other side, and then down and around and up the other side of the second one, feeling her breasts quiver against his tongue. Sara dug her fingers into her father's shoulders when she felt her knees go out from under her and a sudden gush of wetness rush between her legs. His mouth was hot, his tongue even hotter and his hands...God his hands were large, almost large enough to cover her whole breast. She sucked in her breath and expelled it on a moan as his fingers tugged and pulled on her nipples. "That feels good, Daddy," she moaned as his tongue licked the side of her breast. "So good." He raised his head, looking at her. His heart was pounding in his chest and his cock was hard almost to the point of pain. He could feel more precum seeping out of it as it twitched. He slid his hands down her sides, over her hips and around to grab hold of her firm, bare ass. He looked down at her scarcely covered mound, at the blue butterfly panties that barely covered her vulva. He couldn't see any blonde hair and he felt his cock jerk hard. He dug his fingers into the taut globes of her ass, squeezing as he pulled her closer till the head of his hard cock was poking her in the belly. He affectionately stroked her ass, his fingers gliding over her taut, young flesh, the tip of one finger slipping between the cheeks, gliding along the string of her panties. His hand slid lower, caressing her ass where it met her thigh, his fingers gliding over smooth wet flesh before sliding back up over her ass. She was wet; he had made her wet, which meant she was just as aroused as he was by this sinful pleasure. "Are you a virgin, baby girl, because these are not virgin panties? And don't you lie to Daddy." She nodded her head, fighting back the groan of pure pleasure that was starting to form inside her. His hands felt so good on her butt, stroking her, squeezing her. She could feel that pressure again, the ache that was building inside her lower abdomen and spreading down between her legs, the wetness that was starting to accumulate and seep out of her, soaking the front of her panties. Her breathing hitched and she gasped when the rock hard tip of his penis jabbed her in the stomach. "Y-yes. Ch-Chloe ma-made me bu-buy th-them." "That's good, baby girl, that's so good. You'll be real tight for daddy's cock. You want daddy's huge cock inside you, don't you? Do you want Daddy to pop your little cherry?" he growled before he lowered his head and flicked his tongue over her nipple, feeling it pebble even more. Again and again until it was tight and glistening wet with his saliva. "You want Daddy to fuck your tight little cunt, don't you, to cum inside you; fill you up with all his hot seed?" he said right before he opened his mouth over her breast and drew her nipple into his hot, wet mouth. "Yes!" Sara screamed, her back arching, pressing her breast tighter to her father's mouth as he sucked hard on her nipple, his tongue and his words wreaking havoc on her body. She reached up and curled her fingers into his hair, holding his head to her breast as he slid his hands up her back, holding onto her tightly. "Oh gawd, that feels sooo good, Daddy, sooo goooood." Elliot sucked on her nipple, working it hard with his tongue, groaning as it tightened in response. He sucked harder, drawing it tight against the roof of his mouth, his tongue stroking the curve of her breast. He strummed her nipple with his tongue, her moans filling his ears, and he opened his mouth wider, sucking as hard and as much of her breast as he could into his mouth. He caught her nipple between his teeth, and slowly lifted his head, tugging on the tender piece of flesh before he let it slide from the graze of his teeth. He caught her other nipple between his teeth and drew it into his mouth. He sucked on the spice drop-sized piece of flesh, swirled the tip of his tongue around it, feeling it harden even more. He applied so much suction to her nipple, drawing it so deep into his mouth that her breast lifted of her chest. He felt her breast quiver against his face when a deep moan rolled out of her chest. He flicked his tongue over her nipple, again and again, sucked hard and lifted his head, letting her breast pop from his mouth. He licked her breast, bathing it with his tongue, swirling the tip around her areola before sucking her rigid nipple between his pursed lips. He raised his head, flicked the tip of his tongue over her nipple, moved back over to her other breast and flicked it with his tongue, again and again. He placed a tender kiss just above her areola on first one heaving breast and then the other. He looked up at her as he cupped the side of her face in his hand. He dragged his thumb over the fullness of her bottom lip, feeling her hot breath on his thumb as she struggled to catch her breath. She had a wide, mobile mouth with full, luscious lips. He couldn't wait to feel it wrapped around his cock, but he would teach her that later. Her lashes fluttered as she opened her eyes. "It's time to make Daddy happy. I want you to jack me off until I cum on your beautiful breasts. Daddy will show you how. Go get a pillow from the couch to kneel on." Sara, eager to please her father and even more eager for his cock, hurried over to the couch on the other side of the study, grabbed one of the plush throw pillows, and hurried back. He had turned his chair around and pushed it back until it butted up against the desk. She tossed the pillow down on the floor between her father's feet and slowly dropped to her knees. Her eyes lowered to his swollen cock as it jutted straight out from his smooth, hairless groin, it didn't look that big last night but then she wasn't this close. She nervously bit her bottom lip, sizing up his cock. It was, in a couple words, strangely beautiful. It was longer than her forearm, bigger around than her wrist and she wondered how he could ever fit it inside a woman's body. She could see the blue veins that protruded out and interlaced their way all around the hard length supplying the thick monster with blood, the large conical-shaped head smooth and purple with a clear fluid weeping out of the tip. She reached out and touched the underside of his cock with her fingers, feeling it jerk against them as she slowly drew her fingers up, up his hard length, feeling the veins and the blood that coursed through them. She watched as it swelled in her hand, jerking in response to her light touch. "Your penis is hard and smooth at the same time and so hot." Elliot swallowed hard, feeling his Adam's apple bob in his throat and his cock twitch in her hand. Her hand was so small, so soft, and so unskilled. He looked down at her beautiful face and her eyes so full of curiosity. "It's a cock, baby girl. Little boys have penises, men have cocks." He took hold of her hand and guided it to the swollen head of his cock, wrapping it around the tip. "Use daddy's precum to get your hand really wet," he said, sliding her hand around the bulbous head, gathering up all the fluid that seeped out. "Now slide your hand all the way back down the shaft to the base and then back up to just under the glans, that's the head. But don't touch the head when you stroke me, it's sensitive and I'll cum too quickly." He took hold of her other hand and cupped it around his heavy scrotum. "Feel my testicles, but don't squeeze them hard, you'll hurt me, just massage them, and maybe tug on them a little bit. They're full of all the sperm I'm going to spurt out when I cum." He moved her hand up and down the length of his cock in a rhythm that pleased him the most until she got the feel of it for herself and let go of her hand, letting her curiosity and the need to pleasure him take over. He watched as her eyes dilated and she bit down on her bottom lip as she focused all of her attention on his throbbing cock that was too engorged for her to wrap her hand all the way around. Sara looked down at her small hand, at her fingers wrapped around her father's six inch girth, her fingers nowhere near touching as she slid it up and down the entire length. She could feel the veins under the smooth, hot flesh that throbbed in her hand, feel it pulsating with every beat of his heart. She massaged his lemon-sized scrotum with her fingers, feeling his hard testicles that were nestled inside shift around and his cock jerk and swell in her hand. She licked her lips, rolled his balls around in her hand and caressed them with her fingers. She remembered watching him as he touched his cock and she moved her hand even faster, and she sucked in her breath when a deep groan started to rumble up out of his chest. She worked her hand up and down his cock, faster and faster, hearing another deep groan tear from his chest and the arms on the chair creak as he grabbed hold of them, gripping them so tight his knuckles turned white. His hips started to buck as he forced his cock in and out of her fist and she had to grab hold of him with her other hand, afraid that she was going to lose her grip. "Jack me harder," Elliot hissed through gritted teeth. Her hands felt so good, so good wrapped around him. He could feel his cum churning in his testicles; feel them start to draw up against his groin as they started to release a heavy load of sperm. Any second he was going to lose his entire load. "Harder!" Sara tightened her fingers around him, sliding her hand up and down his ten inch length faster and faster, pulling on him as hard as she could. She watched, completely mesmerized, as the large head started to turn a deep purple as she worked her hands even harder up and down his thick cock as it expanded in her hands, getting even thicker and thicker. His hips started to violently buck and she held on tight, sliding her hand down as his hips thrust upward, pulling up as his ass dropped down to the chair, harder and harder until she saw the thick purple head start to expand and puff up like a huge mushroom over the edge of her fingers. Elliot threw his head back, his grip tightening on the armrests, and gnashed his teeth together. His hips bucked as he violently fucked his daughter's hand, faster and faster as she held on hard, her grip tightening around him, squeezing him so hard and he imagined he was inside her tight little cunt, fucking her for all he was worth. "Don't stop, Sara, don't stop. Fuck, baby girl, daddy's cumming." She slid her hand up and closed it around the head of his cock, sliding her fist up and down the smooth, slick skin like she had watched him do last night. She pulled and pushed on the head, feeling it start to jerk in her hand. A primal scream tore from her father's throat as his ass came up off the chair, the slit in the head of his penis widened and a thick heavy rope of hot, milky-white semen spurted out, arcing high in the air and hitting her across the face and neck. She worked her fist up and down the swollen head, tugging on it hard and watching as a second thick rope shot out and landed on her right breast. Harder and a third rope spurted and landed on her other breast, again and her father groaned as a forth thick stream of hot, sticky semen jetted onto her neck, the fifth one hitting her breast. He collapsed against the chair with a groan and she jacked the head of his cock until the last of his semen trickled out and coated her hand, running down her arm. Sara let his softening cock slip from her cum-coated fingers and sat back on the pillow, looking proudly down at herself. Her father's semen was clinging to her chest and breasts like a long pearl necklace, a stray strand dangling from her nipple. She felt a glob sliding down her cheek and she reached up to wipe it away only to smear more semen across her face. She giggled, looking up at her father with wide green eyes. "I'm covered in your sperm, Daddy." Elliot struggled to catch his breath as he looked down at his daughter. She had thick ropes of semen clinging to her cheek and chest and she couldn't look any more beautiful. "You did good, baby girl. You got Daddy real excited and I cummed really hard," he said, his voice shaking from the aftermath of his powerful orgasm. "Now come here so I can clean you up," he said, reaching for her discarded dress on the floor. He turned his chair around and pushed the pile of papers aside on his desk, clearing a place for her to sit. Sara slowly got to her feet and walked around the chair to stand in front of her father on weak, trembling legs. She watched as he reached up with the skirt of her dress to wipe the sticky semen from her face before it had a chance to dry. Her tongue darted out to catch a drop of semen stuck in the corner of her mouth. It was salty and sweet. She licked her lips, tasting a bit of the lingering cum that had spurted across her mouth. It tasted so good. Maybe next time he would let her suck on his cock...if there was going to be a next time. Elliot dragged the absorbent cloth across her chest, wiping away as much of his ejaculation as he could. He couldn't remember cumming this much or this hard before in his adult life. He smiled as he paid special attention to her breasts, slowly wiping away his semen that had stuck and started to dry on them. He cupped her breast in his left hand and with his right one, slowly dragged the material down the generous swell of her breast and over her nipple, watching as it hardened into a tight little piece of dark pink flesh. He brushed her nipple again and she moaned. He paid the same attention to her other breast, cupping it in his right hand and using his left one to wipe away his sperm. He dropped the sodden dress to the floor and slowly toyed with her neglected nipple till it was hard and protruding out of her areola. He bent his head and flicked the tip of his tongue over the hard, little piece of flesh and slowly drew it into his mouth, gently sucking, tasting his own semen warm from her body heat. Teaching Sara Ch. 02 Sara's breathing started to escalate as he slowly ran his hand down her side, over her quivering, taut little belly, the tip of his finger dipping into her belly button and lower till the tips of his fingers reached the triangle-shaped piece of cotton that covered her vulva, slowly moving back and forth over her belly, caressing her dewy skin. She moaned, arching her hips to increase the pressure of his hand on her hot, aching flesh and she sucked in her breath when that hand slid lower. She groaned and slapped her hands down on the desk, her fingers curling around the edge as his hand dipped between her legs, gliding over the soaking wet material of her panties. The ache, oh the ache. "Dad-dee..." "It's okay, baby girl. Daddy's just gonna touch you here. Make you feel real good. Okay?" Elliot slowly stroked her through the wet material of her panties, molding the cotton to her flesh. He could smell the muskiness of her cream as it seeped out of her juicy virgin cunt, soaking into the crotch of her panties. He felt his cock twitch in response. He brushed his fingers over her a little harder and he felt her tremble, heard her moan and he knew it was from need, from the need to ease the ache she was feeling but didn't quite know what it was from. He knew. She needed to be fucked. She was hot and wet and aching for him, aching for his cock and he wanted to give it to her but first things first. Elliot hooked his index fingers under the thin blue strap encircling her hips and slowly eased them down over her hips and firm ass, pulling them down her legs to drop to her feet. He grabbed hold of her slender hips and sat her down on the edge of his desk, took hold of her feet and rested them on the arms of his chair and pushed her knees apart, opening her to him. Her vulva was completely smooth, and her labia was pink and puffy and shiny wet with her own juices that seeped out of her, coating her soft skin and making her deliciously creamy. He parted her legs even further, till her knees were wider than her shoulders and the lips of her labia separated, exposing every inch of her pretty pink flesh, wet and creamy just for him. He could see the narrow opening of her weeping vagina, God, she was going to be tight, and the swollen bud of her clitoris as it poked out of its protective little hood like a tiny cock. "You're so beautiful down here," his said, his voice shaking. "Pu-pu-leese Dad-dee," Sara whimpered, her voice breaking, not knowing exactly what she was begging him for although she knew it had something to do with the ache that she felt between her legs and that he was the only one that could make it go away. Her hips started to lift off the edge of the desk, seeking, begging. "Make me feel good." Elliot couldn't deny her or himself any longer. He reached out with one finger and slowly traced the shape of her vulva, hearing her sharp intake of breath and feeling her hips jerk in response. He slipped his finger along her blood-swollen labia, coating his finger with her creaminess. He slipped a second finger between her swollen flesh, stroking her, then a third, parting her even wider. He couldn't remember the last time he'd seen a virgin's sweet, wet flesh. "Your cunt is so wet for Daddy, so wet and juicy." He stroked her a little faster, his fingers slipping along her swollen flesh and he felt her hips jerk. The tip of his middle finger breached her vaginal opening and she sucked in her breath only to expel it on a moan. He circled the tight opening with the tip of his finger and slipped it inside, feeling her tight wet flesh greedily close around it and he quickly pulled it back out when her hips started to rise. He wanted to breech her hymen with his cock not his finger. "Daddy wants to put his mouth here and kiss you, fuck you with his tongue. Daddy wants to suck on you little clit," he said, flicking his fingernail over her swollen and sensitive clitoris. Her hips jerk hard, her ass coming off the desk. "And keep sucking on it until you cum all over my face." Sara sank her teeth into her bottom lip, squeezing her eyes shut, a long, deep groan slowly rolling out of her. She wanted him to kiss her where his fingers were touching her, suck on her wet flesh, and ease the tormented ache she was feeling. Her hips started to lift off the edge of the desk, pressing herself harder against her father's stroking fingers. He flicked his fingernail over her swollen clitoris again and she almost screamed. "My clitty, Daddy, touch my clitty!" His fingers zeroed in on her clitoris, rubbing and pinching and flicking, and she groaned, throwing her head back and digging her feet into the padded armrests, thrusting her hips high off the desk. Elliot grabbed hold of her ass with his left hand, embedding his fingers into her firm flesh as his right hand rapidly pumped between her widespread legs. Fuck, she was so hot and so wet. Her juices were seeping out of her vagina, coating his thick fingers as they slipped along her slick labia faster and faster. Her hips were starting to buck and he knew her orgasm was close. He dug his fingers into her ass, holding her steady as he rubbed her clitoris hard, back and forth, back and forth, strumming it faster and faster, harder and harder. Sara could feel the pressure building more and more, getting hotter and hotter, the ache getting more intense, tightening in her abdomen and that spot between her legs. She tightened her grip on the edge of the desk, her knuckles turning white, and arched her back as the painful, it could only be described as painful pleasure started to turn to a white hot burning need for completion. "Daddyohdaddyohdaddy," Sara moaned, her hips bucking. Elliot's breathing grew more labored as he started down at his daughter's dark pink and dripping cunt and his fingers, shiny wet with her juices as they cruelly assaulted her swollen clitoris. His first thought was that he was hurting her but when her knees fell even further apart and her hips started to violently buck, her breasts rapidly rising and falling on her chest as she struggled to catch her breath, he knew he was inflicting unbearable pleasure on her not pain. Tiny grunts escaped her, growing louder and louder as she arched her back and thrust her hips even higher. She was about to have her very first orgasm. "That's it, baby girl, you're almost there." His fingers moved even faster over her swollen, sensitive clitoris, pressed harder into her wet flesh and her hips bucked harder as she helplessly rode his fingers. "You're almost there." He felt the first spurt of her virgin cum coat his fingers, felt her ass clench in his hand. Her orgasm was tightening inside her, stealing her ability to breath and he knew she was there. He pinched her clitoris, rolling it between his fingers. "Now. Cum for Daddy. Cum, Sara. CUM!" "DADDEEEEEEEE!" Sara screamed as her orgasm tore through her. She went absolutely still, thrusting her vulva hard against his hand as the dam broke inside her and she spurted hard, her slippery juices coating her father's hand. She collapsed back against the edge of the desk, panting as she struggled to catch her breath, her hips jerking as another orgasmic wave rolled through her. "Daddy," she whimpered. Elliot eased her legs back down and gently stroked her thighs until her breathing had returned to normal and the last of her orgasm had ceased and her trembling finally stopped. He brushed his hand over her sweaty abdomen, feeling her muscles tighten, and higher to gently caress her swollen breasts and tweak her ultra-sensitive nipples. "Now give Daddy a kiss and go to bed." Sara could feel her heart pounding in her chest. Her breasts were swollen, her nipples were so hard they hurt, and that ache was back between her legs again and the inside of her thighs were sticky wet with her own juices. She looked at her father. Somehow she felt that he didn't deserve just a peck on the cheek. She leaned forward and pressed her mouth to his, kissing him fully on the lips, darting the tip of her tongue over his bottom lip. His mouth opened under the gentle pressure of hers and a tiny moan escaped her when his tongue flicked over hers. She sucked hard on his tongue, drawing it deep into her mouth. Elliot groaned and shoved his hands into her hair, holding her head immobile while his tongue fully explored the inside of her mouth much like he wanted to fully explore the inside of her cunt. When she sucked on his tongue he felt his cock jerk. He angled his head, thrust his tongue deeper and she sucked even harder. Anymore and he was going to have another throbbing erection. He tore his mouth away from hers and looked up into her bright green eyes, panting hard as he tried to catch his breath. "Goodnight, Daddy," Sara said and she stepped away from him and walked from the room. Elliot turned his chair, watching as she sashayed from the room buck ass naked, her breasts heavily swaying on her chest and her taut ass just barely jiggling with every step. He picked up her dress and wiped the last of his semen from his swelling cock, feeling the head jerk as a trickle of milky-white semen slowly oozed out. He smiled to himself. God, he couldn't wait to fuck her. Teaching Sara Ch. 03 Sara stared at the screen of her laptop, reading over the last part of the detailed outline on World War II she was forced to do for her history teacher, Mr. Miller, all because she hadn't been paying attention in his class. She'd had her mind on her father and watching him as he'd masturbated the night before and now that she had jacked him off herself last night, she found it harder and harder to concentrate, her mind was on her father and his cock and nothing else. She'd been working on the outline for the better part of the morning and was just about done, the outline taking up some ten pages. She just hoped Mr. Miller would be satisfied. And she still had to compose the thousand word essay on the effect the War had on the United States. She hated history. It was just that, history. Why did she need to know it anyway? The only thing she had to worry about was what styles were going to be in fashion for this summer, not what happened over seventy-two years ago. It wasn't just history, it was ancient history. "Piss on it," she said and moved the wireless mouse, clicking on the print icon, sending the outline to the printer that sat on the other side of her desk. "What's he gonna do, fail me my senior year?" She spent the next two hours writing the essay. She gathered up all the papers and stuffed them inside her notebook and slipped it inside her messenger bag, bidding good riddance to the homework. Her stomach growled, reminding her that she hadn't ate any lunch and she shut off her computer and got up from her desk, going down stairs to the kitchen. She hadn't seen her father all morning; he'd been working since breakfast, pouring over legal documents and briefs, preparing for the case he was going to have to defend Monday morning. She passed by the formal dining room and peeked inside. Her father was sitting in one of the high back chairs, totally disorganized or completely organized, with papers strewn all over the polished surface and in file boxes on the floor. She didn't interrupt him, just continued on her way to the kitchen to make herself a sandwich. She made one for her father also. She ate hers in the kitchen before she took her father his. "I made you some lunch, Daddy," Sara said as she walked into the dining room carrying a tray with his sandwich, a bowl of fresh fruit and a diet Coke on it. Elliot looked up from all the papers strewn across the table and onto the smiling face of his daughter. She was holding a tray loaded down with his lunch and he let his eyes roam lecherously over her. She had her hair long blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail and she was wearing a white cropped V-neck tank top with narrow straps that strained to keep her huge breasts contained as they all but spilled over the edges of the cups, her areolas and nipples visible through the tightly stretched material and a pair of navy blue cropped yoga pants that sat low on her hips, hugged them and her taut ass tight, showing off the length of her toned legs and the expanse of her tight little belly. "Thank you," he said, quickly clearing a place for her to place the tray. Any other time he would have adverted his eyes when she sat the tray down, but now that he had seen those breasts, tasted them, cum on them, he let his eyes take in every inch of the swollen globes as she leaned forward. He watched as her breasts jiggled, strained even more against the neckline of her top as she moved and he reached out, cupping her breast in his hand and pushing it up until first her areola was visible and then her nipple as it popped over the edge of the v-shaped cup. He flicked the side of his thumb over it, watching incestuously as her areola shrank and puckered and her nipple tightened into a hard, spice drop sized piece of flesh. "I rather have this for lunch," he said, lowering his head and flicking his tongue over her hard nipple, again and again until it was glistening wet with his saliva and harder than a rock. He sucked hard on her nipple, drawing up against the roof of his mouth. Sara dropped the tray onto the table and thrust her fingers into her father's thick hair, moaning as she arched her back, thrusting her breast hard against her father's mouth. His mouth felt so good on her breast as he sucked and chewed lightly on her nipple, his saliva running down the curve. Her moans grew even louder as he feasted nosily on her breast, sucking on her nipple for a good three minutes, before he finally lifted his head and tucked her breast back inside her saliva soaked top. "But Daddy has a lot of work to do," he said tugging up the side of her top until her areola was covered and her hard little nipple was straining against the tightly stretched and saliva soaked material that rasped against it. He gave her nipple an affectionate squeeze and dropped his hand. "Now run along and let me get back to work. I'll will play with you later." Sara giggled. She was her father's new toy and it made her happy and horny at the same time. "Yes, Daddy." + + + + + + + + + + Elliot rubbed the back of his neck as he walked from the dining room; the muscles were tight from the stress of having to get everything in order before the trial. He usually had paralegals doing the work for him, but this was a high-profile case and the documents were too sensitive for just anyone's eyes. He got a bottle of diet Coke from the fridge and twisted off the top, talking a long drink. He needed the caffeine buzz to keep going and the acid in coffee only burned his stomach. He took another long drink and turned around, looking out the plate glass wall that had a view of the backyard and the ocean beyond the edge of the cliff. But his gaze didn't fall on the ocean; instead it fell on his daughter as she sat on a yoga mat in the grass just beyond the edge of the lanai in a full lotus position--her right foot on her left thigh, her left foot on her right thigh, her back perfectly straight, eyes closed, elbows resting on her knees with the tips of her forefingers touching the tips of her thumbs. He screwed the cap back on the bottle and watched as she bonelessly, she had to have no bones or was just way too flexible because the human body just couldn't bend like that, moved into a second position. He didn't know the names of any of the positions she was assuming, but when she stretched her arms out as far as they would go on the mat, arched her taut ass high into the air and touched her head to the mat, the only thing he could think about was that was a perfect position for him to shove his cock into her from behind, pound himself against her taut little ass as he stretched her cunt to accommodate every last inch of his massive cock. She held that position for several minutes and he felt his cock start to throb in his chinos as it filled with a sudden rush of blood, straining against the material. He stepped closer to the sliding glass door, resting his left hand on the glass as he started out at her as she slowly sank down to the mat, her legs and her hips flush with the ground as she pushed up with her arms, arching her back and thrusting her breasts out, her head falling back against her shoulders. In that position he could stand over her and slip his cock into her mouth, ease it down her throat while he played with her beautiful breasts. The bottle of Coke slipped out of his hand as he cupped his cock through his chinos, moving it to a more comfortable position as it swelled even more, snaking down his thigh. He stroked his cock for a good minute through his chinos, feeling it swell until it was fully engorged and throbbing against his thigh. Fuck, she had him hard again and this time he was going to do something about it. He opened the door. "Get your ass in this house right now, Sara Jane." Sara was jerked out of her peaceful, meditative state by her father's booming voice. Her arms buckled out of her upward dog position and she groaned, falling back down against the mat. Yoga was her escape from everything, a time for meditation and relaxation. The only time her father ever called her by her middle name was when he was pissed with her. She couldn't remember doing anything to upset him but she quickly gathered up all of her stuff and hurried back across the yard and into the house. She pulled the glass door shut behind her and turned around, looking up at her father. "What'd I do now? Is something wrong?" "Get your ass up to your bedroom right now!" he hollered, watching as she quickly bolted from the room and towards the stairs. He followed her, his eyes never leaving her taut little ass in her yoga pants as she hurried up the steps and down the hall to her bedroom. He stepped into the room behind her and slammed the door shut. He grabbed hold of her arm and turned her around, pulling her over to stand in front of him. He flattened his palm to the door, preventing her escape. Elliot looked down at his daughter. A fine sheen of sweat covered her body, soaked into her top. Her breasts were straining behind the cups of her top, rising and falling as she drew in several deep breaths of air. Her nipples instantly puckered from the coolness of the air-conditioning and rasped against the material stretched taut across them. Her tight, tanned little belly was glistening with sweat, the muscles clearly outlined under her skin from the strain of being stretched to their limits. His cock jerked hard, precum soaking into the front of his chinos. He reached out and cupped her swollen breast in his hand, molding it to his pleasure as he pinched and pulled on her nipple through the tightly stretched material. He groaned as she threw her head back, arching her back as she shamelessly pressed her breast into his hand. He cupped the side of her face with the other hand, dragging his thumb back and forth over the fullness of her bottom lip, slipping it along the inside of her lip. He sucked in his breath when she sucked his thumb into her hot, wet mouth. He felt his cock jerk and painfully throb, anticipation gnawing at him. "You've got my cock so fucking hard. Know what a blow job is, baby girl?" he asked, staring down at her with lust-filled eyes. Sara nodded her head, sucking hard on her father's thumb. She moaned as his large hand mauled her breast, arching against it to increase the pressure, moaning even louder when he pinched her nipple between his fingers. She dropped her gaze, looking down at the considerable bulge forming in the front of his pants. Oh, how she wanted to see her father's cock again. She felt a sudden rush of wetness between her legs at the thought of having that beautiful cock in her mouth. "Yes," she said as his thumb returned to stroking her lip. "Then get on it," Elliot hissed through gritted teeth, giving her breast a firm squeeze as he pushed her down the floor in front of him. She dropped her yoga mat to the floor at her father's feet and dropped to her knees. She could see his cock as it strained behind the constricting material of his pants, the sheer size of it snaking down his leg rather than tenting his fly. She reached for the button on his chinos and slipped it through the hole, grabbing hold of the zipper tab and easing it down over the bulge of his erection. His swollen cock sprang free as she tugged his pants over his hips, the monstrous thing bobbing in the air as it throbbed with a sudden rush of blood, expanding to its fully engorged size. It was angry-red, impossibly swollen and a clear fluid oozed out of the mushroom-shaped head and started to run down the underside. It was going to be a miracle if it even fit inside her mouth. She felt a second rush of wetness between her legs, seeping out of her and soaking into the material of her pants. She lowered her head, opened her mouth, stuck her tongue out and slowly licked all twelve inches of his cock like a big red fudgecicle, feeling every thick vein that crisscrossed its girth. She heard his deep groan and felt his cock jerk hard against her tongue. Good, she was doing it right. Elliot looked down at his daughter as she slowly drew the tip of her tongue up the swollen, smooth glans, catching the drop of clear fluid that oozed out of the slit as she flicked it over the very end of his cock. He slapped his palm against the door. "Fuck," he hissed. He drew in several deep breaths, watching as she drew the fluid into her mouth, moaned her pleasure and wrapped her hand around the thickest part of his cock, holding it in position. She looked up at him, her green eyes bright and smiled before she lowered her head again, opening her mouth as wide as she could to slip the tip of the huge conical-shaped head into her mouth, sucking tentatively on it as she worked the underside of the glans with her tongue. She heard him groan and she sucked a little harder, getting more of the swollen, smooth glans into her mouth, feeling it jerk against her tongue. A deep guttural groan rumbled up out of his chest. "That's it, baby girl, suck Daddy's cock. Suck it hard," Elliot hissed as he watched his daughter as she drew more of the throbbing head of his cock further into her pretty, wide, mobile mouth, her lips closing around the bulbous head, engulfing it fully in her hot mouth. He fisted his hand against the door and locked his knees as she sucked hard on the head of his cock, her tongue stroking and swirling and stroking again, drawing out the precum that had accumulated in his cock. He threw his head back, an even longer, deeper groan rumbling up from his chest. "Fuck! Your mouth is so fucking hot, so wet! Suck, baby girl, and suck hard. Daddy's got a lot of juice in there for you." Sara worked her tongue hard on the underside of his cock and glans, sucking and slurping the best she could. His cock was massive, the huge mushroom-shaped head filling her mouth and jerking against her tongue as it spurted out more precum, lubricating her already wet mouth. Saliva started to run down the length of his cock and she caught it with her hand, working it all around the length as she started to slide her hand up and down his massive erection. She felt the head of his cock swell against her tongue and she moaned, easing him further into her mouth. Gaining more confidence, she started to bob her head up and down, sliding his cock in and out of her mouth as she noisily sucked and slurped as she managed to swallow more and more of his cock, her small hand jacking his erection hard, feeling the blood as it throbbed through the veins with every hard beat of his heart. She could hear his breathing start to escalate, his groans growing louder and she knew his orgasm was close. She wanted to swallow every bit of his cum, make him so happy that he would let her suck his cock again and again. She drew in a deep breath, her cheeks concaving as she inhaled her father's cock, the tapered head pressing against the back of her throat. Elliot wrapped the end of her ponytail around his hand and dug his fingers into her skull, guiding her bobbing head as she swallowed a good five inches of his cock. God, she could suck. Most women couldn't take his cock in their mouth, the six inch girth was too much and then when he did get it into their oral cavity they choked on it so he just had to be satisfied with their tongue licking him as they jacked him off. But not his daughter. She could take the sheer size of his cock without any difficulty what so ever. He looked down at her, at her concaved cheeks as she sucked him vigorously, her glossy pink lips as they slid up and down the length of his blood-swollen and throbbing cock as her head bobbed even faster, at the saliva that trickled out of her mouth and lubricated his fuck pole as her small hand rapidly pumped up and down the rest of his engorged length. He hissed, wondering how many boys' cocks she had sucked before because she certainly wasn't a novice at this. He could feel his orgasm quickly approaching, feel the semen churning in his balls as they drew up higher against his groin. He flexed his hips, pushing further into her mouth and she moaned, sucking harder. "Daddy's gonna cum in your mouth, baby girl," he grunted. His testicles contracted as they released a heavy load of sperm and he bucked his hips against her face, fucking her mouth as he worked the semen down his cock. "Suck daddy's cock, suck it hard. Here I cummmm," He threw his head back, a loud roar bellowing from his lungs as he dug his fingers into his daughter's skull, keeping his cock in place so she couldn't spit it out as it swelled and jerked in an explosion of thick, salty semen, heavily coating the inside of her mouth. "FUCKIN' SUCK ME!" Sara wasn't prepared for the force of his explosive orgasm. The first heavy glob of semen spurted hard inside her mouth, choking her, her cheeks bulging out and a trickle of semen bubbling out of the corner of her mouth. She quickly swallowed and pushed his cock further into her mouth, jerking her hand hard along his length as the second heavy spurt hit the back of her throat. She struggled to swallow his hot seed as the head of his cock jerked, discharging a third copious load of thick, sticky and salty fluid before she had gulped down the second one, her tongue and throat working hungrily to take all of his cum. She sucked hard on the head of his cock like it was a big piece of juicy fruit, her tongue unrelenting as it worked the underside of the glans as she jacked him hard, sucking the last of the semen from his twitching cock as it jerked and spurted again and again until just a trickle seeped out of the tip. She felt her father's erection gradually diminish as the head jerked one last time before it slowly shrank inside her mouth and she swallowed one last time before letting him slide from her mouth bit by bit. She caught the last drop of semen on the tip of her thickly-coated tongue as it leaked out of the slit and slowly drew it into her mouth, her eyes fixated on her father's tense face. Elliot drew in several deep breaths as he stared down at his daughter. Her breasts were heaving on her chest as she struggled to catch her own breath, her lips coated with a layer of his cum that she quickly licked away with her tongue. He reached down and grabbed hold of her chin, tipping her head up so he could see into those big green eyes. He caught a drop of semen that had trickled down the side of her chin with his thumb. "That couldn't have been your first blow job because that was the best fucking one I've ever had. How many cocks have you sucked, Sara, and don't you lie to Daddy." Sara shook her head as a tear slowly trickled down her cheek, suddenly humiliated by the fact that his was the only cock she had sucked and that she had done it wrong. Maybe she should have sucked Jimmy Andrews cock; he had offered it to her enough times, but she was too embarrassed to even look at it. She only wanted to make her father happy. "Just your cock, Daddy, I swear. Just yours." He slowly smiled as he let go of her chin to gently stroke her hair. No ifs ands or buts, she was a virgin, his virgin for the ravaging. "That's a good girl." He stepped the rest of the way out of his pants and toed off his shoes, simultaneously yanking his polo shirt over his head. "Now it's Daddy's turn. Off with the clothes." Sara got to her feet, her body trembling with anticipation. She curled her fingers into the hem of her top and slowly pulled her shirt up, the spandex stretching as she eased the shirt over her already swollen breasts, feeling the stretchy material tug and pull on her breasts and hard, distended nipples, making them even harder. Her breasts bounced and jiggled on her chest when she pulled the top over her head, dropping it to the floor before she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her yoga pants and eased them over her hips, revealing her smooth vulva to her father's lecherous stare. She was wet between her legs, she could feel the coolness of the room against her skin, and as she stared at her father's cock inches from her face, watching as it twitched and swelled, filling with a rush of blood, she felt a sudden rush of moisture collect between the lips of her blood-swollen labia and seep out to dampen her thighs. She pushed her pants down to her knees, lifted first one foot and then the other out of the legs and kicked them to the side. She was breathing heavily, her eyes fixated on his cock as it grew larger and larger, turning angry-red again as it rose up from his body, sticking straight out from his groin. Teaching Sara Ch. 03 She looked over her shoulder at her father as she walked across her bedroom to her bed; saw the tense expression on his face. Chloe said the boys always got that look on their face when they wanted to fuck her, but she wouldn't let them, and as she looked up at her father now, she clearly understood what that look meant. He needed to fuck her and there was nothing that was going to stop him. He was going to fuck her right here, right now. And there was nothing in this world that she wanted more. She felt her knees start to go out from under her and she quickly sat down on the edge of her bed, her eyes never leaving her father's massive cock as it grew in size before her very eyes. She swallowed hard. She could barely get her hand wrapped around it, had an even harder time getting the whole thing into her mouth, how in the hell was he going to get it inside her vagina without killing her? She saw a clear drop of fluid bead on the tip of his penis and all thoughts quickly rushed from her mind. Elliot reached out and cupped his daughter's large breasts in his hands, dragging his thumbs roughly over her hard gum-drop sized nipples. He watched insolently as they tightened even more, her puckered areolas shrinking in size as her breasts swelled even more in his hands. Sara leaned back on her hands, thrusting her breasts up towards her father's large hands, moaning as he squeezed her breasts, rolling her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. Elliot tugged hard on her nipples, elongating them until they stood out high and tight from her breasts. "God, I love your breasts," he groaned, right before he dropped to his knees and took one hard piece of flesh into his mouth, sucking hard. Sara's gasp turned to a moan as she looked down at her father's mouth as it firmly latched onto her nipple. She sank her teeth into her bottom lip, groaning as he sucked hard on her breast, his teeth and tongue pulling and flicking on her tight, hyper-sensitive nipple, his fingers simultaneously pulling and flicking her other nipple and sending shock waves all the way through her body to settle between her legs, the ache growing and growing until it became almost unbearable. She knew what that ache was now, she was going to cum just from her father sucking her breasts, and she could feel her juices soaking into her pink polka-dotted duvet. She shifted her hips, rubbing herself against the silky material. But it wasn't enough. She needed more. She needed her father's fingers on her swollen clitoris. "Daddy," she groaned as her father's hot greedy mouth shifted to her other breast, his teeth closing around her nipple and pulling on it before he sucked it into his mouth as far as he could. She was getting wetter and wetter and she squeezed her pelvic muscles, trying to hold the ache at bay. "Daddy, please, oh Daddy, I'm gonna--" Elliot lifted his mouth from her breast, staring down at the lust-filled face of his daughter. She was panting heavily; her breasts jiggling as they rapidly rose and fell on her chest. He drew in a deep breath. He could smell her muskiness as it wafted up from between her spread thighs and he lowered his gaze to that very place. She was sopping wet, her smooth vulva was glistening in the light, and by the way she kept shifting her hips on the bed, was on the verge of orgasm. He pushed her back onto the bed, groaning as her legs fell even further apart and he reached down to part the swollen, slippery wet lips of her vulva with two fingers, her engorged clitoris popping out of its protective hood, dark pink and shiny wet. He rubbed the tiny nub of super-sensitive piece of blood-filled flesh hard with his middle finger and she came in an explosive orgasm, spurting all over his hand, her hips bucking hard, slamming upwards as a high-pitched cry tore form her tiny throat. He rubbed her clitoris vigorously, working more of her orgasm from her as she pulsed and squirted creamy fluid onto his hand. He stroked her harder and harder, her hips bucking as her orgasm rolled through her petite body. "That's it, baby girl, cum for daddy," he said as he pumped his hand between her legs, his fingers rubbing her slick flesh almost cruelly, flicking her clitoris again and again, as her cries turned to a feeble moan as the last of the orgasm left her. He stroked her harder, his finger assaulting her hypersensitive clitoris, and the feeble moans quickly started to crescendo as her hips started to buck and jerk. He looked down at his fingers, shiny wet and heavily coated with cunt juice as they rapidly moved up and down between the shiny lips of her vulva and he groaned, jerking his hand away and dropping his face between her wide spread legs. She was going to cum again and this time he was going to taste it. Elliot dug his fingers into her ass, lifting her hips up off the bed as he pushed his face deep in between her sleek, cum coated thighs, locking his mouth around her throbbing vulva. He slurped and sucked on her wet flesh, making little "mmmm" noises as he flicked his tongue up one side of her labia and then down the other, drawing all of her sweet, creamy juices into his mouth. "Your cunt taste so good, so fucking good," he growled before going back to feasting on her virgin flesh. He rimmed her vaginal opening with his tongue, feeling it dilate to allow him greater access and he stabbed his tongue inside her as far as it would go, fucking her with it as he licked all around her tight little channel, drawing more and more of her creamy juices into his mouth. He couldn't get enough of his daughter's cunt. He groaned and sealed his mouth around her hot, wet little chasm and sucked hard, extracting all of her tasty cream with his tongue as he rapidly fucked it in and out of her. He slid his face higher, wrapping his lips around her blood-filled clitoris and sucked it into his mouth, flicking it over and over, around and around, sucking on it so hard that he felt her thighs clamp tightly around his head as a tiny spurt of creamy fluid coated his tongue. Sara squeezed her eyes shut; a deep and long drawn out groan escaping her gritted teeth as her back arched high off the bed, pressing her shoulders deep into the mattress as she shoved her aching pussy hard into her father's face. She panted hard, her breasts jiggling on her chest as she struggled to catch her breath, as the pleasure, oh the pleasure, spiraled through her stomach hotter and hotter until she thought she was going to explode. She squeezed her father's head between her thighs and shamelessly reached down, grabbing a handful of his hair to pull his face deeper into her as she thrust her hips higher, groaning as his tongue flicked harder and harder over her swollen clitoris. She opened her eyes, looking down at him as he relentlessly devoured her wet cunt. He was doing just what he said he was going to do, suck on her clit until she came all over his face. And she was just about to cum. The ache was building hard and fast and there was nothing she could do but ride it out. She could feel the tightening in her stomach as the need to cum grew stronger and stronger. "Oh, gawd. I'm gonna cum, Daddy, I'm gonna-- DADDY!" Sara cried, throwing her head back as she screamed at the top of her lungs as her powerful orgasm ripped through her petite little body, spurt after hard spurt of creamy juices coating her father's face as his teeth tugged on her swollen clitoris. Elliot gently lapped at her juicy cunt as the last of her orgasm rolled through her, savoring her unique taste, licking every creamy inch of her. He knew he could never get enough of that taste. He moved up her body, looking down at her as she lay panting, trying to catch her breath after experiencing two orgasms back to back. He brushed her sweaty hair away from her face, gently stroking her cheek until she looked up at him. "You're so beautiful, Sara, so beautiful. And Daddy wants you so bad," Elliot said as he reached down and took hold of his cock and rubbed the thick bulbous head all along the length of her wet cunt. "Feel how much Daddy wants you. You, only you make my cock this fucking hard," he said, teasing her as he lubricated the head of his cock with her own juices, nudging her swollen, sensitive clitoris till her hips stared to rise and her breathing started to hitch even more, long steady moans escaping her pretty pink lips. "You want Daddy's cock, don't you? You want Daddy to fuck you?" Sara nodded her head as she twisted her hands into the duvet, her hips bucking as she fucked herself against the huge head of his rock hard cock, feeling it slip and slide along her wet, throbbing flesh, the tapered glans nudging into her vagina. She wanted to feel that cock inside her more than anything, stretching her open and moving in and out of her as he fucked her. "YES! Put your cock inside my cunt, Daddy. Please, I want it so bad. Fuck me. FUCK ME!" "Daddy's little girl has got a dirty mouth," Elliot chuckled. He looked down at her swollen pink flesh, shiny with her slick juices, guiding the head of his cock lower and lower until he found the opening of her vagina. He grabbed hold of her ass, digging his fingers into her taut flesh as he lifted her hips, positioning her at the best angle to receive his thick cock. He pushed the bulbous head into her slippery wet fuck channel, feeling the tight ring give just slightly. He pushed again, still unable to get the head of his throbbing cock inside her. She was so small, so petite, and so fucking hot. And he needed inside her to feel that hot, wet, tight cunt for himself. "You're so goddamn tight, baby girl. Daddy's got a big cock and you gotta relax or this is really gonna hurt." He bore down harder, gritting his teeth as he pushed past the strong sphincter, stretching it open to accommodate his girth, the thick tapered head of his cock popping through. Sara grabbed hold of the headboard, wrapping her fingers around the brass spindles. How the hell could she relax when her father was trying to force his massive angry-red cock inside her! She wanted his cock, had begged him for it, but it just wouldn't fit. She panted hard, her breasts rising and falling on her chest, as she looked down between their bodies as he slowly pushed the swollen head inside her pussy, more and more of the tapered head disappearing inside her as it stretched her wider and wider. She felt something tear and she choked back a sob. God, it hurt. She bucked her hips, trying to throw him off, and his fingers only dug deeper into her ass as his cock skewered into her, painfully stretching her pussy as he forced her open even more. She groaned, sinking her teeth into her bottom lip as she threw her head back. "Oh gawd, Dadeee! Your cock hurts!" "I know it does, baby girl, but I gotta get inside you. Look at me while I fuck you," Elliot said, reaching up and fisting his hand in her hair as he forced another inch of his cock inside her hot, slick channel. Sara looked up at him, her green eyes wide. She was panting hard, her breaths coming in quick jerks. He could feel her breasts plumped against his chest, his chest dragging across her sensitive nipples, tightening into hard gumdrop sized pieces of flesh as he thrust against her. He pulled his cock back out until the circumcised ring reached her torn sphincter and pushed forward two inches, slowly stretching her. "You're so small, Sara, so tight and so wet. Daddy's gotta get you loosened up so he can fuck you real good." Sara nodded as she looked up at her father. Sweat was beading on his forehead and his face was tense, his lips drawn back over clenched teeth in the effort it took to get his massive cock inside her. She groaned as each rocking motion of his hips forced more and more of his cock inside her. The pain was overridden by the pleasure of being stretched open by such a huge cock. She moaned at the feel of the swollen, bulbous head of his cock as it tugged and pulled at her slippery vagina, pulling back an inch, stretching her as it pushed forward two, out another inch, forward two more. Her moans grew louder and her hips started to lift off the bed as he got more and more of his twelve inch cock inside her, the pain lessening as she was filled instead with unbearable pleasure. "That feels so good, Daddy," she moaned, wrapping her legs tight around her father's hips, taking him deeper into her as he stretched her to accommodate his monster of a cock. She dug her fingers into his sweaty back, holding on tight as he pushed deeper. "Mmmmm. More, Daddy, more. I want all of your cock." Elliot grunted with the effort of having to force his impossibly swollen and throbbing cock into her. He was trying to be as gentle as he could but she was so damned tight, her slick, wet cunt constricted, squeezing his cock as he rocked deeper into her. Her persuasive words only make him want to delve deeper inside her, fuck her as hard as he could, and leave her begging for more. But he controlled himself. He pulled back an inch and gave her two more, stopping when the tip of his cock reached her hymen. He was panting hard, his chest rising and falling with each labored breath as he thrust in and out of her, carving out a channel for his cock, each stroke touching but not breeching her tightly stretched membrane. He had reached the threshold of his patience and he couldn't wait any longer. "Daddy's gonna pop your cherry now," he grated out as he pulled his cock back out until the engorged head was just at her entrance and forcefully drove it back in, easily slipping along what he had already worked open, ripping through her hymen as he buried his cock deep into her tight, wet cunt, her painful cry piercing his ears as her back arched high off the bed and she went absolutely still. "I know it hurts, baby girl, but the pain will go away." He let out a deep, satisfying groan as he pushed harder, forcing more of his thick cock into her, stretching her wide open. She cried out a second time, her nails digging into his sweaty flesh. "Your cunt is just so tight, so fucking tight for Daddy." Sara whimpered in pain as she dropped her hips back down to the bed trying to ease some of his cock out of her to lessen the searing pain that was growing rather than lessening between her legs. But that only caused his cock to slide along her swollen and torn insides, sending a painful pleasure to radiate throughout her pussy. She felt his cock slid out of her only to be forcefully thrust back in, feeling his swollen testicles slap against her hot, wet flesh as the bulbous head of his cock pushed into her cervix, forcing his way into her very depths. "Daddy," she whimpered in pain. Gentleness was gone and pure lust had taken over. "You wanted my cock, baby girl, and cock you're gonna get," Elliot grunted, fucking her harder, his hips scrapping against hers, his sweaty, rock hard abs slapping against her taut little belly as his ass bounced between her wide spread thighs. He slid his hand down her sleek thigh, pushing it higher and he groaned when she wrapped both of them around his rapidly pistioning hips as he drove his thick cock into her deeper, skewering into her cervix. He gritted his teeth against the sensation of having such a wet and tight cunt grabbing at his cock with every powerful thrust. He heard her gasp as he forced the swollen head of his cock even deeper and felt her nails dig into his sweaty back. "Now hold on real tight 'cause I fuck hard." Sara cried out in pure pleasure. He wasn't kidding about fucking hard. The headboard started to slam into the wall with the force of his thrusts, knocking off pieces of plaster, the box springs squeaking under her as her ass bounced hard on the mattress, the legs of the bed digging groves into the parquet floor. Her gasp turned to a steady moan as his thick cock slid in and out of her, harder and harder, deeper and deeper, stretching her beyond belief. She dug her heels into her father's hard ass, her hips arching high to accept the hard blow of his hips as he rammed his cock relentlessly into her, his swollen scrotum slapping against her ass. She dug her nails into the indentation of his spine, holding on tight to his sweaty flesh as he moved powerfully over her and inside her, each onslaught of his engorged cock pushing deeper and deeper into her until she had finally accepted ten inches of him. "YES, YES, YES!" She thrust her hips upwards, accepting each hard blow as he rammed his cock in and out of her, tightening her pelvic muscles, squeezing him even tighter. "Oh God, Daddy, that feels sooo gooood." A hard thrust. "Fuck me." She grunted under the force of an even harder one. "Fuck me with that huge cock of yours." She screamed as her father's cock was forced so hard into her that her whole body slid up the bed and her head hit one of the spindles. She dug her nails into his ass and bucked wildly under him. "FUCK MEEEEE!" Elliot grunted with each hard slam of his cock into her small, slippery wet and utterly receptive body. He couldn't believe he was fucking his own daughter, his hot, eighteen year old daughter. And God she was a hot and wild fuck. Sweat beaded on his head, ran down his back in a steady rivulet as he fucked his daughter as hard and as fast as he could, skewering into her tight little pussy. Harder and harder, pushing repeatedly into her cervix and stretching it with the swollen head of his cock. He hissed as she tightened her vaginal muscles, squeezing down hard on his cock, making her even tighter and seizing complete control of his cock and his brain, giving him no choice but to do as she pleaded and fuck her repeatedly with his huge cock. He groaned as he felt her cunt dilate the last few centimeters it needed to take the last remaining two inches of his massive cock and he pounded it into her even harder, his scrotum hitting her ass. "That's it, baby girl, that's it. Take all of my cock. God, you're so fuckin' tight. Daddy's fucking his baby girl. Fuck, you're so hot and wet, so fuckin' wet." He looked down at her. Her head was thrown back, her eyes closed and her mouth was open as tiny sounds of pure pleasure escaped her with each hard slam of his cock. Her huge breasts jiggled on her chest, absorbing each vicious thrust that rocked her petite little body, her nipples hard and glistening with the fine sheen of perspiration that covered her chest. He rose up on his hands, angling deeper into her as her grunts turned to a long groan. He looked down at the shiny pink flesh of her smooth blood filled labia as it parted even wider to accept his impossibly swollen cock, at his cock as it glistened with her virgin blood and creamy juices as he forced it in and out of her pussy, at his scrotum, damp with her juices as it slapped against her ass. He grunted as each hard plunge of his cock pushed further into her cervix, her tight cunt squeezing him. If he fucked her at this angle any longer he was going to cum and he wanted this to last for as long as humanly possible and he had more stamina than a man half his age. He pulled out of her with a loud pop and rolled onto his back, looking at his daughter, smiling as her face contorted into utter disappointment. "Climb up on my cock and ride me as hard as you can." Sara smiled, nodded her head as she drew in several deep breaths. She got onto her hands and knees, one on either side of her father's muscled legs and slowly crawled up his body, looking up at him. He was breathing heavily, his muscled chest rising a falling with each deep breath, his skin glistening with a fine sheen of sweat, the hard, taut muscles of his abdomen contracting with each breath. Her eyes dropped to his cock standing straight up from his groin. It was shiny wet with her creamy juices tinged pink from her blood, a deep, deep red and the thick blue veins stood out in hard little ridges that pulsated with every beat of his heart and it was extremely swollen, the bulging mushroom shaped head purple and throbbing. She bent her head and flicked her tongue over her father's enlarged scrotum, hearing a deep, strangled groan rumble up out of his chest and she slowly drew her tongue up the underside of his cock, tasting herself, and flicked it over the bulbous head, feeling it jerk against her tongue. Teaching Sara Ch. 03 "Fuck," Elliot hissed, looking down at his daughter as her tongue circled the swollen head of his cock before she opened her mouth wide and slowly sucked the glans deep into her hot mouth, her lips stretched wide around the swollen circumference, her cheeks concaved as she sucked him deeper and deeper until the tip of his cock was touching the back of her throat. He groaned as she raised her head even slower, her tongue caressing his engorged cock every inch of the way till just the glans was in her mouth. He groaned out of frustration when he popped out of her mouth, only to groan again when she flicked her tongue once again over the very tip of his cock. She smiled up at her father, pleased with herself. She crawled up his body till his cock was pressed against her stomach and she wrapped her tiny hand around the base, her fingers nowhere near touching and raised up as far as she could onto her knees, positioning the swollen, bulbous head against her well stretched opening. She braced her hand on her father's ripped abdomen, her fingers curling into the muscles, holding herself steady as she slowly lowered her hips, pushing more and more of her father's cock into her cunt. She gritted her teeth, throwing her head back and hissing as she slowly skewered herself with his impossibly swollen fuck pole. She felt her cunt stretch to accept him and she dropped down onto him hard, impaling herself fully on her father's cock, a high pitched scream escaping her lips. "Oh, gaaaawdddd!" She sat still for a second as the swollen, blood filled walls of her vagina were reopened and stretched even wider by his unbearably, fully engorged cock. She panted, trying to catch her breath as his monster of a cock throbbed against her tender insides. She braced her other hand on his abdomen and rose up on her knees, groaning as his swollen cock tugged and pulled on her slippery wet walls, only to drop her ass back down onto his thighs. His cock felt so wonderful buried deep inside her, stretching her wider than she ever thought she could ever be stretched. "Mmm, yes, Daddy, yes." She rode him hard, bouncing up and down on his cock, skewering herself with it again and again, harder and harder, groaning as the huge head banged into her cervix. She moaned as his hands slid up to her tiny waist to hold her steady rather than to guide her as she took her father's cock into her sopping wet cunt again and again. She shifted her hips, moaning as she pushed down even harder until she had all of her father's cock inside her; the swollen head pushing into her cervix, forcing the spongy walls open wide. She curled her fingers into his taut muscles, holding on the best she could as she fucked herself up and down as hard and as fast as she possibly could on his swollen and throbbing cock, her huge, swollen breasts bouncing on her chest, absorbing the force of each stroke, grunting as every downward plunge forced him deep inside of her, stretching her wet and swollen vagina even more. "Why'd we wait so long, Daddy, this feels sooo gooood. I love your cock, it's soo biiig. Oh, gaaawdddd," she screamed, as her swollen clitoris banged into his pelvic bone, sending sharp, intense shards of pleasure straight through her body. "My daddy's got a big cock! A BIG FUCKIN' COCK!" She reached behind her and braced her hands on her father's hard thighs, feeling the muscles contract as she dug her manicured nails hard in his muscles as she bucked her hips, riding his cock at a different angle, feeling him jerk and swell deep inside her. She slid her hands down to his knees and arched her back till her head was almost touching the bed, moaning as the swollen head of his cock dragged roughly against the swollen front wall of her cunt as she frantically fucked herself up and down towards orgasm. "OH DADDY, OH DADDY, OH DADDY," Sara groaned as each hard thrust jammed him deeper. Harder and harder, faster and faster, she rode him, cruelly impaling herself further and further onto his engorged cock till she couldn't stuff anymore inside her, grunting as each impaling thrust bottomed out. "DADEEEE!" she screamed. Elliot almost blew his balls when she bent herself over backwards, the hypersensitive tip of his cock dragging along her spongy walls. He wrapped his hands around her waist, holding her securely as she went absolutely wild, fucking herself so hard up and down on his engorged cock that her creamy juices were squirting out of her to coat his abdomen and scrotum. He looked down at the point where their bodies were joined, at his daughter's smooth, pink vulva, at the swollen lips of her labia, glistening in the light with her cunt juices as they slipped and slid along the length of his angry red and blue veined cock. He watched insolently as she lifted herself almost completely off of him till just the swollen head of his cock was inside her tightly stretched vagina, her pretty pink labia opening a little wider as she dropped herself down again, the taut globes of her ass bouncing on his swollen balls. As her huge, swollen breasts bounced on her chest, her areolas puckered and gum-drop sized nipples hard, glistening with a fine sheen of sweat that covered every inch of her tanned, perfect little body. He reached up and grabbed hold of her breasts, squeezing her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, rolling them into even tighter pieces of flesh until her wails started to crescendo and she was practically screeching as she bucked wildly on his cock. "That's it, baby girl, fuck Daddy's cock, fuck it with that tight little cunt of yours. You like riding Daddy's cock, don't you?" "Yes, Daddy, yes, yes, YES," she screamed, impaling herself as hard as she could on her father's cock as it throbbed and jerked inside her with every hard downward plunge of her hips. She panted hard, riding his massive cock with wild abandon, harder and harder until she thought she was going to go blind. He slid his hands down her body and grabbed hold of her hips, bouncing her harder and harder on his cock as he thrust his hips upwards, skewering deeper and deeper inside her, groaning as her wet walls clenched around his impossibly swollen cock. She was close to cumming; he could feel it with every tightening of her pelvic muscles as she clamped herself down hard around his cock, making her sopping wet cunt even tighter, giving him no choice but to fuck her harder. He grunted as he pounded into her, each hard slam of his hips threatening to shoot her right off him if he wasn't holding onto her tightly. He lifted her higher, completely slipping out of her with a loud pop and moved behind her on the bed. "Get on your knees and put that ass in the air," he ordered as he got to his own knees behind her. Sara was struggling to catch her breath as she quickly got her weak knees under her, resting her forearms on the mattress as she thrust her ass high into the air for her father, wiggling her ass at him in a come-and-get-it motion. She looked back over her shoulder at him as he positioned himself behind her, gasping at the sight of his angry red, blood swollen cock glistening with her juices. She tried to spread her legs to open herself for him but they were trapped between his knees, forcing her to keep her legs clamped together. "Daddy," she questioned. "This is going to feel even better," Elliot said as he grabbed hold of his cunt juice coated cock, so unbelievably swollen that he couldn't even wrap his own hand around it, and rubbed the swollen glans against the slippery wet lips of her labia until he found her sopping wet vaginal opening and slipped the tip of the conical shaped head inside. He grabbed hold of her hips, holding on tight as he rammed into her even tighter cunt, narrowed by her tightly pressed together knees, skewering into her cervix as he forced all twelve inches of his cock deep inside her, his swollen testicles slapping hard against her wet labia. He pulled his cock out until just the glans was at her entrance and drove his cock home with a cruel thrust of his hips. "Yes, Daddy, yes! Harder," Sara coaxed between moans and he held onto her waist hard with one hand as he slid his other hand up her back to close around the back of her neck, pushing her chest down to the bed, forcing her ass higher as he fucked her even harder, ramming his cock in and out of her tight little body as powerfully as he could, his hips slapping against her taut little ass. He was close to coming, so close he could feel it seizing him around the spine, but he had to feel her orgasm around him before he filled her with his hot, potent seed. He grunted and angled his hips differently so the rigid head of his cock dug into the swollen back wall of her vagina, hitting her G-spot hard. A long, deep groan tore from her chest and an unholy grin split his face as he fucked his daughter for all he was worth, holding onto her waist as he rammed into her harder and harder, his huge cock head striking her G-spot, his heavy, swollen testicles smacking against her swollen labia, pushing her shoulders deeper into the mattress. Sara grunted and groaned as her father's cock skewered hard and fast in and out of her. She reached behind her and dug her nails into the taut muscles of his ass, trying to pull him in even deeper as his hips crashed into her ass, his impossibly swollen cock tugging and pulling on her slick and swollen flesh, his enlarged scrotum nosily slapping against her tender, wet flesh. She could feel that tightening in her stomach again as her orgasm grew closer and closer. She fought it, even though it was impossible. She didn't want this to end. "Fuck me, Daddy, fuck my tight little cunt. Harder, Daddy, harder. Give it to me. GIVE IT TO MEEEE!" she screamed into the duvet, her hands twisting into the silky material as her upper body was dragged and pushed along the spread as her father's thrusts became more brutal, slamming into her so hard that she thought he was going to shove his cock clean through her. She clutched at the duvet as she tried to hold onto her sanity, as his larger body moved faster and faster behind hers, his hips nosily slapping against her ass as his cock pushed deeper and deeper inside her, his heavy and swollen scrotum bouncing against her dripping labia with each deep plunge as her father relentlessly fucked her until she thought she couldn't withstand anymore. And then the huge head of his cock hit a spot inside her and she thought she was going to scream. Again and her hips jerked. Again and a groan ripped from her chest. Again and she felt the first wave hit her. His cock hit the spot again and she felt the unbearable pleasure spiral through her, higher and higher, grabbing her by the throat and she knew she couldn't hold on any longer. "UH UH UH," she grunted, squeezing her eyes shut. She drove her hips backwards as he slammed his forwards, groaning as the motion forced his cock deeper into that wonderful spot, forced his hips to slam even harder into her. She groaned even louder as he reached down and parted the swollen lips of her labia and rubbed her engorged and hypersensitive clitoris hard. "Uuuuhhhh. I'm cuuummmmminnnn'," Sara groaned, tightening her pelvic muscles as she squeezed down hard on her father's enormous cock, her orgasm ripping powerfully through her as his finger assaulted her clitoris, rubbing it harder and harder, forcing more and more of her orgasm to spiral through her as she spurted creamy juices all over his palm. "DADDEEEEE!" she screamed as her petite body shook violently, her vagina clenching and unclenching around his hammering cock as more and more of her creamy juices gushed out of her to coat his cock and seep out onto his balls, trickling down her thighs. "FUCK," Elliot hissed as her tight pussy contracted around his cock and he reached down and grabbed hold of her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh as he bore down harder and faster on her, brutally fucking her sopping wet cunt as his own orgasm threatened to destroy him. He powered his cock in and out of her, feeling every tug and pull of her tight cunt as his cock swelled. He could feel the semen churning in his testicles as it started to rush forward through his cock and he couldn't hold back any longer. "I'm gonna cum," he growled, slamming his hips repeatedly against her ass as he frantically worked his semen up out of his swaying scrotum. "FUCK! I CUMMMMMINNN," he screamed. He threw his head back, letting out a deep animal howl as his scrotum drew up tight against his groin and his cock swelled to even greater proportions as the huge mushroom head suddenly grew even bigger, carving deeper into her blood-swollen walls, a millisecond before his semen exploded out of his cock, shooting out a thick, heavy stream of hot, sticky semen deep into his daughter's quivering cunt. He groaned as he drove his hips hard into her ass, holding her steady as his cockhead swelled, spurting again and again, to fill his daughter's well-fucked pussy with a copious amount of semen. "UHHH!" Sara cried out as the first hot rush of her father's semen spurted inside her, filling her tender cunt and heavily coating it for the next hard thrust of his swollen cock. "FUCK OH FUCK," she swore, fisting her hands into the duvet, grunting as each hard thrust of her father's hips slammed against her ass and pushed his swollen, spurting cock deeper, gushing inside her as he rode out his orgasm, fucking her with quick, hard and deep thrusts. "DADDEEEE," she screamed as his swollen cock dragged roughly across her G-spot, and she buried her face into her duvet, as another stronger orgasm ripped through her, her body violently shaking. Elliot hissed and tightened his grip on his daughter's quivering hips as he rammed his spurting cock even deeper, looking down at her well stretched cunt as it spasmed around his thick, cum-coated cock. That was the hottest, fucking thing he had ever seen, his milky-white semen bubbling out around his cock as he pumped it in and out of her orgasmic body, working more and more of his hot seed out of his testicles. He grunted and groaned, fucking his daughter's cunt. He could never remember cumming this much before in his life. "SARAAAAA," he howled, flexing his hips as he spurted a thick jet of semen, pumping his hot, thick seed deep into her cunt, until it started to squirt out of her and run down onto his scrotum. He flexed his hips, feeling his cock slither around inside her as he forced the last of his cum out of his testicles with a long, drawn out groan. He pulled his satisfied cock out of her with a sucking pop, bringing with it a rush of foamy semen, her well-stretched cunt unable to hold all of his juices. She collapsed, sweaty and exhausted to the mattress and he brushed her sweaty hair away from her face and leaned over her to press a kiss to her dewy cheek, dropping his weight down to the narrow mattress beside her. He stroked his hand down her the length of her sweaty back and over the swell of her taut ass. If he ex-wife knew that he had just fucked his own daughter she would... Fuck her. Sara was an even better fuck than his wife had ever been and well worth the wait. "You made me very happy. Daddy's gonna fuck his baby girl whenever he wants." "I'm glad. You made me happy, too. I love it when you fuck me," Sara giggled, snuggling up against her father's side. She could feel his hot, sticky semen as it slowly trickled out of her well-stretched vagina, sliding along her ass to soak into the duvet. She clenched her pelvic muscles, trying to hold his semen inside her. She couldn't wait for her father to fuck her again. "I love you, Daddy." "I know you do, baby girl, I know you do," Elliot whispered, stroking the side of his daughter's breast as she drifted off to sleep.