�Daddy, has a girl ever put your thing in her mouth?� Lynda asked.

�What?� her father answered. He had heard her but the question caught him off guard.

�When we were over Matt�s a few days ago, we saw a picture on the net. A girl had a guy�s thing in her mouth. Have you ever done that?� Lynda repeated.

�Yes, but not for a long time,� her father honestly admitted.

�Did you like it?� Lynda asked.

�Yes.�

�Did the girl like it?�

�I guess she did. If she didn�t, she wouldn�t do it, right?� her father replied.

Lynda thought for a moment. �Yeah, I guess. I�ve never done that.� She hesitated for a moment, and then added softly, �I wanted to try with Buddy but we had to leave too soon.�

�Do you like Buddy?� her father asked.

�Yeah, I guess so� Not like A boyfriend or anything, but he�s nice.� Lynda explained.

�Why do you want to give him a blow job then? Oh, a blow job is when a girl puts a boy�s penis in her mouth.�

�Cause I know him and he won�t laugh at me if I do it wrong,� Lynda reasoned. �Is it OK if I give him a� blow job?�

�If that�s what you want to do. Matt told me he and his wife wanted to go out Friday night. Wendy is going to a friend�s house and he was going to see if Buddy could go somewhere too. What if I called and told them he can stay here.� Lynda�s father chuckled.

�Yeah! That would be fun!� exclaimed Lynda.

The arrangements were made and Friday night, Buddy�s parents dropped him off on their way out for the evening. The three watched TV for a while. Buddy and Lynda sat on the couch and her father was in his favorite chair. Knowing what his daughter had in mind, Lynda�s father announced that he was going on the computer for a while and then going to bed. He told Lynda and Buddy not to stay up too late, and that Buddy could sleep in the guest room as he left.

Lynda sat in silence for a while trying to think of a way to bring up the subject. �Buddy, remember the picture we saw in the net the last time I was over your house?�

Buddy did remember the picture but was a little embarrassed to talk about it with Lynda. �Ah� Um� No�� he stammered.

�You know, the one where the girl had the boy�s thing in her mouth?� Lynda pressed.

Buddy blushed slightly but Lynda did not notice in the darkened room. �Oh yeah� he mumbled.

Lynda shifted nervously. �Um� would you, um� can I, um� try that with you?� she blushed.

�You wanna put my thing in your mouth?� Buddy questioned.

Lynda blushed more. �Buddy, I�ve never done it and you won�t laugh if I do it wrong.�

�I don�t know. I�d have to pull my pants down and you�d see me. Would you take yours off if I did?� Buddy bargained.

�OK, that would be fair, but you have to go first,� Lynda agreed.

Lynda�s father came out into the hallway just as Buddy slid his jeans and underwear down. He let the garments fall to the floor, exposing his boy prick. It wasn�t too large yet but he was still young. A thin thatch of hair surrounded Buddy�s cock.

Lynda couldn�t help but smile as she gazed on Buddy�s prick. She�d seen it before but still thought it was a wonderful sight. �Now you,� Buddy said. Lynda quickly undid her jeans and, standing up, pushed them and her panties to the floor. She felt strangely exciting being nude and pulled her top off too, much to Buddy�s delight. She didn�t have much yet, only two tiny mounds, but it was still a girl�s chest and that fact made Buddy�s cock harden.

Lynda sat back down leaning on the opposite arm as Buddy. �Open your legs some,� he grinned.

�You too,� said Lynda as she pulled her knees up allowing her legs to flop open. Buddy did the same and the two spend a minute or two just staring at each other. �Do I look sexy?� Lynda said breaking the silence.

�Yeah, real sexy!� Buddy answered, loving the opportunity to see a naked girl. �Can I touch you?�

�Yeah... after the blow job,� Lynda gushed, proud of herself for knowing the term.

A big smile came over Buddy�s face as Lynda leaned forward and crawled across the couch. Buddy remained still as Lynda reached out and touched his cock. This time there was no Wendy watching. She lowered her head and tasted his cock with her tongue. She had seen his cock before, had tasted his cum, but was still a little nervous about actually putting it in her mouth. Lynda could feel the wetness between her own legs. Nervous or not, she was getting aroused.

Gathering her courage, Lynda opened her mouth. Her head lowered and she closed her lips on Buddy�s erection. A rush shot through her. A boy�s cock was in her mouth. Buddy let out a soft groan, encouraging Lynda even more.

Lynda�s father smiled as he watched her take Buddy�s boy cock into his mouth. He remembered the feeling the first time a girl had swallowed his cock. The warm, moist sensations were burned into his mind. He hadn�t given the girl much thought at the time but now he wondered what Lynda was thinking. What was going through her mind?  What was she feeling? The display he was watching made him hard.

Having a cock in her mouth was strange. Lynda could feel its warmth. To her, cocks were a contradiction anyway being both hard and soft at the same time. Her mouth seemed to magnify those sensations. The wetness of her mouth coated his prick making it slippery. Its skin felt soft and smooth. She could also feel its hardness. Her lips felt like there was a piece of steel between them.  Lynda became aware of the slight taste of cum in her mouth but she knew he hadn�t cum yet. Remembering what Wendy had told her, Lynda began to move her head, letting the cock slide in and out of her mouth.

Buddy�s breath hissed out between his clenched teeth. His breathing became more rapid but shallower. As Lynda bobbed, she listened to the soft groans Buddy was emitting. His rise in excitement made her feel good. She was actually turning a boy on. His excitement was adding to her arousal. She couldn�t wait until it was his turn to touch her.

Lynda�s father was becoming aroused too. From his vantage point, he could see the cock sliding in and out of Lynda�s mouth. He also has a good view of her small ass wiggling slightly. Her ass cheeks were parted and her tiny, puckered opening seemed to be winking. Even in the dim light, he could see the shine forming between her legs from her leaking pussy. From Buddy�s reactions, he knew he was close.

Lynda�s jaw was beginning to tire. Suddenly Buddy�s breath caught. He stopped breathing for a moment. As a groan came from deep within him, he shot his load into Lynda�s mouth. Excitedly she swallowed. She had made the boy at the photographer�s cum but that had been an accident. She had just made Buddy cum on purpose. Once again her mouth filled. Buddy was now gasping and Lynda could feel his cock pulsating. It seemed like every time she swallowed, he would again fill her mouth.

After what seemed like ages, Buddy�s body slumped. Lynda continued her sucking but her mouth was no longer being filled. She became aware of him getting smaller in her mouth. She new boys would shrink after they came but to actually feel him getting smaller was exciting to Lynda. Knowing there would be no more cum; she released his prick from her mouth. She stared at it for a moment as it rested limply on his stomach. It fascinated her how something that had been so hard and stiff just a few moments ago now laid soft and limp.

Buddy had been satisfied but Lynda was still in a high state of arousal. She sat up and scooted over to the other armrest. Anticipating her own orgasm, she spread her legs wide open. �Your turn,� she said seductively.

Buddy moved closer to her but only looked, unsure of what he could or should do. �You can touch me if you want to. I don�t care,� Lynda said softly, hoping he would take the initiative and climax her.

Tentatively he reached out and lightly touched between her legs. Lynda had wanted to be touched but Buddy was moving too slow for her. Gently she reached down and placed her hand over his, moving it up and down along her pussy. �Like this,� she whispered. This time he took the hint. Lynda closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensations he was producing.

Buddy was still a little nervous. He continued to rub as she had shown him. �Push in,� she mumbled. He did as she asked. Slowly his finger parted her pussy lips and sank inside her. She moaned softly as he explored the warm, moist cavern between her legs. He pushed his finger deeper but something stopped his progress. Lynda jumped a little. �Oow! Not so deep,� she said. Being inexperienced himself, he pulled his finger out a little but continued his explorations.

Lynda�s breathing became ragged. Buddy�s deep push had hurt a little but now that he wasn�t so deep, it felt nice. She sensed his clumsiness but he was giving her the desired effect. Her hips were moving up and down in rhythm with his finger. She knew she was close but Buddy just couldn�t seem to push her over the edge. Her hand went to her crotch joining his. As his finger pumped in her canal, she began to play with her clit.

In no time her rocket went off. She moaned loudly as she finally climaxed. It may not have been the best orgasm she had felt but it was one none the less. Her hand left her clit as she rode the crest of her pleasure. Even though Buddy�s finger continued to move within her, she finally came down. Gently she pushed his hand away.

�Did you do it?� Buddy asked. Lynda smiled and nodded. �Wanna do it again?� he asked.

�Some other time. We gotta get to bed so my father won�t get mad,� Lynda explained. �But I had fun,� she added.

�Me too,� Buddy grinned as he grabbed his pants and left the room, almost catching Lynda�s father as he ducked into his room.

Lynda stayed on the couch while Buddy was in the bathroom. Once she heard his door close, she headed for her room. She turned a small lamp and heard her father behind her whisper, �Can I come in?� She was still nude but it wasn�t unusual for him to see her like that so she nodded. He walked in, closing the door behind him, and sat on her bed. �Have fun?� he whispered.

�Yeah,� she grinned.

�I saw you jump when he put his finger in you. Did it hurt?� he asked.

�You saw me? Are you mad?� she panicked.

�No, I�m not mad. I told you it was OK,� he soothed. A relieved look came over Lynda�s face. �So did it hurt when he put his finger in you?� he again asked.

�A little,� Lynda whispered.

�Want me to check and make sure everything�s all right?� offered her father.

Everything felt OK now but it had hurt when he pressed in deep. �It�s kinda embarrassing� I�d have to open my legs real wide, wouldn�t I?� she questioned.

�I�m afraid so� I know. Would it be easier if you sat on my lap? I could check you that way if you�d feel better,� he suggested.

�Yeah,� Lynda grinned. She had thought she would have to just lay on her bed with her legs wide open. She didn�t mind her father seeing her but being in that position wasn�t something she thought she�d like. Sitting on his lap would be much better. She hopped up and leaned against his chest, waiting for her check up.

For a moment he just held her. �You�re going to have to open up so I can check,� he reminded her. Lynda�s legs parted but she continued to lean against him. His hand went to her pussy but instead if pressing a finger inside her, he gently rubbed knowing she would begin to produce juices making it more comfortable for her.

His finger became slick as she became aroused. Once satisfied his finger was wet enough, he pushed in until he felt her maidenhead still intact. He started pulling out when she whispered, �Daddy, keep checking.�

He knew what she wanted and began playing with her. Little cries echoed in his ear as she began her climb toward satisfaction. A low moan came from deep within her as she climaxed. He pulled his finger out but continued to gently rub her pussy as her orgasm erupted. Gently he guided her body down from its peak. As she finally relaxed, he moved his hand around her waist and held her for a while.

�Nice,� she mumbled in his ear.

He stood, picking her up. He laid her on her bed. �You�ve got to get to bed.� She smiled at him then crawled under the blanket, not bothering to dress. He turned out the light and left the room allowing the satisfied girl to fall asleep.