Explaining Orgasms to Beth

"It's kind of..." I began awkwardly, not sure how to describe it. "Well, it feels good," I said, hopeful but doubting that she would just leave it at that.

"I mean, I know that," she pouted. "But like, how does it actually feel?" she followed up, looking over at me curiously.

I was sitting on the couch in our living room. My daughter, Beth, had just gotten home from Summer School. She had turned 18 about a month earlier, and she would have graduated around that time too, if she hadn't flunked Geometry 2 in her senior year. She was pretty bummed about having to attend Summer School, but she took it gracefully and seemed to be applying herself.

Up until that afternoon, if anyone had asked me with a gun to my head, I probably would have assumed that Beth... ugh... had had an orgasm before, and knew how to make that happen, at least for herself.

"I guess..." I struggled to think of a comparison that wouldn't be too awkward to talk about with my daughter. Then it hit me: "I guess it's kind of like sneezing. You know how sneezing feels pretty good?"

"Yeah..." Beth said noncommittally, looking around the room. "So it's like, it feels like, like sneezing out of your crotch?" She asked this silly question in such a serious way that I couldn't help but laugh.

"Dad..." she chastised me, and I quickly regained my composure. She was asking me this seriously, so it was my job to be serious in return.

"I guess it's kinda like that. But I think for girls, you don't feel it just in your crotch." Jesus Christ, what a conversation to be having on a Thursday afternoon with your kid.

"For girls? So, for you, it's like... you only feel it in your... uhm... like, your cock?" she asked me, and her legs were crossed at the knee, and she kept switching which leg was on top of the other. She's always been a little fidgety, but not this much.

"Yes, baby," I replied, looking away from my daughter. I wrung my hands in my lap. "But for girls, I hear you feel it in waves across your whole body." Maybe I shouldn't have said that to her. But I wanted to be honest. And what the hell did I know, anyway? It was up to Beth to find out for herself. Which I still couldn't believe she hadn't done before.

Beth's eyebrows went up, her eyes were wide, her forehead scrunched up, and she looked around the room, avoiding my gaze which had steadied on her.

"That isn't fair. You really only feel it in..." she trailed off. She pushed her a few strands of hair out of her face and over her forehead, pushing them against the top of her head just to get them out of the way for the moment. And then she glanced down at my crotch.

"In my penis. That's right." Even though she had said "cock" just a moment ago, I wanted to keep things a little more clinical. Like a doctor. That's more appropriate, right? I hoped that would give her the hint to keep things, I guess, more professional between us. She's my daughter for Chrissakes. I can't be talking to her about this sort of thing using words like "cock," or "pussy." That's just inappropriate.

"I wish I knew how to do it..." Beth said sadly, and she sighed forcefully through her nose.

"Haven't you ever tried?" I asked her cautiously.

"Of course, and like, it feels good, but I can't... I don't think I've ever been able to, like, give myself an orgasm... I know I've never felt it all across my whole body..." she replied, and her knees shifted position again. I reminded myself not to think about exactly why that probably kept happening during this particular conversation.

"You only feel it in your vagina?" I asked her. She nodded.

I asked my daughter a very awkward question: "Has anyone tried it on you?"

She looked up at me, and her face was like an apology.

"It's okay if they have," I reassured her, even though I didn't like the idea of her being sexual with guys. "You're technically an adult now, so..." I added weakly, trailing off.

My daughter sighed. "Yeah, there was one guy. Not too long ago. But he couldn't do it either," she admitted to me bashfully, almost shamefully.

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"Honey, there's nothing to be embarrassed about," I tried to reassure her. "Well, uh, maybe he should be a little embarrassed," I added, hoping my daughter would recognize it as a joke. She giggled a little bit. Why was I relieved to hear that this guy wasn't able to give my daughter an orgasm? That's weird.

And then she asked me plainly: "Do you know how to do it?" Oh Jesus. Now I shifted my legs the same way Beth had been doing, but I didn't realize why I had done it, or even that I had done it at all. But Beth may have noticed. I thought I saw her eyes dart down to my groin and back up at me. Maybe I just imagined it.

I sighed and took a long breath in. "Of course, babe. I think it's easy for men," I told her, but I had misunderstood:

"No, I meant... do you know how to do it to other people?" she asked me, her face turned downward but her eyes were wide and looking up at me from across the room.

"Like... for girls?" she clarified, still looking right at me.

"Oh. Of course I do." I had to tell my daughter the truth, right?

She looked at me steadily. Seriously. Her mouth hung open. No.

"Beth, honey, no," I began forcefully, but she interrupted me:

"I don't mean, like, do it to me!" she explained emphatically. "I just mean, like, tell me how? Can't you just, like, watch me do it and tell me what I'm doing wrong?" I studied her face for a few seconds. She was actually serious.

"Beth, that's not a whole lot better," I said under my breath but loud enough that she could hear.

"Uhm, I think it's a little less weird than you actually doing it to me..." but she didn't sound disgusted even at the idea of me 'doing it to her.'

"I guess it's a little less weird..." I admitted, speaking slowly.

"I mean, not that I would really mind if you did. Like, do it to me." Beth said nonchalantly. Her knees shifted yet again, but then she placed both feet on the floor, with her knees a few inches apart. "I just mean, I guess like, I could never feel gross around you," she went on, and I nodded in agreement. No matter what, I would never, could never, do anything to make her feel "gross."

"Beth..." I said, and my mind was boiling with questions and disbelief, but I was unable to add any additional words. I felt the urge to adjust my legs again. My daughter did the same thing, and her eyes went back to my crotch, but this time they lingered for several seconds. Christ. Was she able to tell?

Was she able to tell that her father was getting hard just from talking about this with her?

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I tried to keep from getting too hard, but trying to think about Mickey Mouse and Baseball wasn't helping much.

It really didn't help that my daughter is absolutely beautiful. I had always thought that Beth's mom, who had left us many years ago, was the most beautiful woman I had ever or ever would see, but looking at my little girl now, I realized at last that that was not the case at all. As much as I tried to be a good, loving, normal father, I could not deny in that moment or ever after that Beth was the prettiest. The loveliest. Not only the most perfect girl, but the most perfect and perfectly beautiful person in the world.

Anyone who disagreed was obviously an idiot.

My daughter had dirty blonde hair about halfway down her back, maybe a little longer. She usually wore it back in a pony tail, and that was how she was wearing it now. Her face was pale with clear skin, hardly any freckles and almost never any zits. She had a short face and a strong jaw, kind of like... I don't know, Zendaya? But she's much prettier than Zendaya.

She was about 6 inches shorter than me. If you must know her bra size, well, I'm sorry, but I can't help you there. But I will say that her cup size starts with a "Double" and ends with a "Dee." I only know that because, like any loving father would, I do the laundry for both of us.

It would be hard to never look at the tags, you know?

I'm not going to tell you anything about her butt, but let's just say that it just about matches her bra size. If butts had bras, I would expect Beth's buttbra to start with a "Double" and end with a "Dee" as well.

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"So, how do you do it? I mean to girls."

"Honey..." I looked at her seriously. I still could not find any words. How could I even talk about this sort of thing with my own daughter?

"Or would it be easier just to..." she said almost dreamily, and her eyes lingered on my crotch after she finished speaking. I adjusted again, and she smiled.

"I usually use my mouth," I said, trying to interrupt the terrible thoughts I was worried were swimming in her mind.

"So, if you were to make me cum, not that we're really gonna do that, you'd use your mouth," she said, and it wasn't a question, it was a quiet but confident statement.

"I think so, yeah," I replied awkwardly. "If the goal, uh, the goal was to make someone cum..." I trailed off.

"To make me cum," my daughter corrected me.

I swallowed. "I would use my mouth. That's right, babe."

"Is that just the easiest way?" She asked me.

"It's my favorite way," I looked down at my hands, which were motioning on their own as I spoke. "And also, the girls tend to like it" I added. Should I have said that? Probably not. Not to my own daughter.

"Dad?" she looked up into my eyes.

"Yeah, babe?" I replied. The next few sentences from her were spoken quickly, desperately, like she had to get the words out before she could stop herself, and by the time she was done speaking, it seemed almost as though she were about to start crying:

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"Dad, can you do it to me? Please? It's just once, I only want it once, just to see what it feels like, and then, like, we can just FORGET IT ALL (and her voice went to a higher pitch and she sang the words 'forget it all' and her fingers danced in the air and her eyes darted to and fro across the ceiling as she sang those three words), and no one has to know, and aren't I just like Mom anyway? Don't I look a lot like Mom? You did it with Mom, right? Of course you did, you were married for..."

She briefly paused, but I had no words to inject. I couldn't even believe what I was hearing.

"And I'll never tell anyone, not even Raelynn, it doesn't have to be a big deal, you don't even have to look, and I shaved last night so it should be nice and clean, and there's no one I trust like you, and Dad, and Dad, and Dad..." she began whimpering.

"Honey, baby," I said, and my perfect girl looked at me, and her eyes were moist, but not enough that the water had broken free, and then I did find some words. They were the only words in my heart: "You're much more beautiful than your mom." And then she seem did seem to cry, only a little bit, as she laughed.

"Do you really wanna?" I tried to ask her seriously, but I could not prevent a slight smile from creeping onto the edge of my lips. I probably looked more playful than serious.

She nodded vigorously, and her hair flopped down back onto her forehead again and she left it there, and as her face tilted up and down, one small tear did roll down her cheek, stopped at her mouth. She wiped her eyes and face and then laughed again.

"Should we go to your room?" I asked her carefully. She nodded slowly. I stood up, walked over to her and put out my hand for her to take. I took her soft hand in mine and pulled her up from her seat. She held my hand in hers and led me over to the staircase.

Was I really about to do this? What did that say about me as a father?

Actually, no. What would it say about me as a father if I didn't help my daughter with this? What kind of dad, if pushed like I had been today, would be unwilling to do this for their daughter? What kind of crappy father would I be to just leave Beth hanging here? What kind of dad would be so grossed out, so disgusted, by their own daughter, that this simple request couldn't be fulfilled?

My daughter led me up the stairs to her bedroom. She paused in her doorway, and her grip tightened on my hand. Was she changing her mind?

I was horrified to realize that I was praying that she wasn't. But I had to give her every chance to change her mind.

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"Honey, if you aren't sure you wanna-" I began, but she interrupted me.

"I just don't know, uhm, how I should position my... uhm..." she stammered. Thank god.

"Do you wanna sit down on the edge of the bed?" I suggested sweetly.

My daughter released my hand, walked over to her bed, sat down on the edge with her feet up on the bed frame and her knees close together.

"Like this?" she asked shyly.

"Yes, baby," I said. "Just like that." And I walked over to her and knelt down in front of her.

"Can I take your pants off, baby?" I asked my little girl. I looked up at her from my lowered position. She pursed her lips together and nodded.

"I'm gonna take your undies off too, okay?" I asked as I hooked my fingers around her shorts and underpants. I didn't realize it, but I was whispering, as if I didn't want God to hear.

"Mm-hmm," she said. I began to slowly pull her shorts and underwear down her thighs. The backs of my fingers caressed her perfect skin as I pulled her pants and underwear up over her knees, and finally away from her ankles.

Beth was now completely without pants or underwear, but she held her knees together, and all that could be seen of her vagina was a short slit that extended an inch or two upwards from where her inner thighs met. Her pubic region appeared to have been thoroughly and recently shaved. There was a fair amount of razor-burn, which indicated to me that she did not shave her crotch regularly. For some reason, and maybe this is weird, I found the razor-burn incredibly endearing.

But she would need to open her legs up a bit if she really wanted this to happen. To help encourage her, I began kissing her left thigh above her knee, slowly moving up, repeatedly kissing her skin, kissing with with the love and tenderness that only a father is capable of.

"You're so beautiful baby," I said as I continued to kiss my way up her soft thigh. I placed my right hand on the outside, and my left hand on the inside of her thigh. My heart was pounding in my chest with anxious excitement. I hoped she couldn't feel it in my fingers as they sank into the sensitive softness of her inner thigh.

I realized, with giddy excitement, that I had not been this nervous or this excited with a girl since the very first time I had ever laid my hands on one in any meaningful way.

"My perfect-perfect wonderful-wonderful girl," I sweetly intoned as I began kissing her across her upper groin, several inches above her vagina. I was surprised to hear myself say that; I had not spoken those exact words in many years. She moaned quietly and happily as her legs opened a little more. Now her vagina, which was only a (perfect-perfect wonderful-wonderful) slit before, began to open up slightly, her outer labia grudgingly disconnecting from each other, revealing the pinkness of her glistening vulva.

She was already becoming wet.

I continued kissing across her upper pubic area, over the razor-burn, where every here and there my lips encountered small patches of short soft hairs she had missed while shaving. And with her thigh already in my tender grip, I pushed it gently to the side, and she seemed to resist for just an instant but quickly relented, and her opposing leg opened in the opposite direction. I now had a more-or-less complete view of her beautiful vagina.

With some hesitation as we neared the point of no return, I asked my daughter: "I'm gonna kiss you around your vagina, okay, baby?" Again I was whispering to her.

"Okay Daddy," she whispered back to me.

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I began to kiss my daughter's outer labia, alternating from the left side to the right, occasionally allowing my lips to partially caress her clit at the top as I transferred from one side to the other. After a few rounds of this, I began to slowly lick at the top of her clit in the process of transferring from one side to the other.

"It tastes really good," I told her truthfully, and I kissed her clit with my tongue several more times. Her legs opened up a bit more now.

My daughter's legs were open far enough now that I finally had full access to where I needed to be. Now I kissed her inner thighs and her soft outer labia, which was cleanly shaved but speckled with razor-burn and short hairs that could be felt by my sensitive tongue, but were too short and faint to be plainly visible.

"Daddy..." she was looking down, gazing intently at what was being done to her. What her father was doing to her perfect body.

"I'm gonna get started, okay, Baby?" I asked her, looking up her and still kissing her all over her bare crotch.

She pushed her lips together and nodded. Finally the work began. But I enjoyed her so much, I could never think of this as work.

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Beth's body shuddered as I dragged my slippery tongue from the very bottom of her vagina slowly up her vulva and over her clit. I did this several times, and each time on my way up I tried to push my tongue into her vagina as far as it could go.

I reminded myself that this was my daughter I was doing this with. Somehow it still didn't feel wrong. Maybe that was because it had been her idea and not mine. Maybe it was because she was the most beautiful girl in the world. Maybe there was some other reason I wasn't thinking of.

After licking up her vagina several times, I got to the main course: her clit.

While I began swirling my tongue around her clit and occasionally flicking it with the tip of my tongue, my daughter managed to ask me a question in between pants and moans:

"Daddy are you hard...? Is your cock hard?" Weird question to get from your daughter, but given the circumstances, I told her the truth: "Yeah, baby. It's really hard."

"I love you, Daddy," she groaned as I continued licking her perfect vagina.

"I love you more," I replied, and she giggled, and I continued working on her clit.

As I continued, eventually I hooked my hands around her upper thighs, and held her body against my face as I worked on her.

Since my daughter had never had an orgasm before, I couldn't exactly ask her to tell me when she was about to cum. How would she know?

And if she was anything like her Mom, she would get extremely wet at just the moment that she orgasms. I would have to make a guess as to when she would finish, and do my best to collect the fluid in my mouth. Sorry if that sounds gross to you, but it never has been to me. And with my daughter, I was really really looking forward to it.

That's just the kind of loving father I was.

"Dad... I think I'm starting to feel different..." Beth panted as I continued working on her. Actually it was more like playing with her.

"Okay, baby," I said to her comfortingly. "You might be getting close. You ready?" I got back to business but continued looking up at her. I took a quick break from her clit so I could drag my tongue up her vulva once more. Delicious. Now back to her clit.

"I think so," she said, looking down at me. After she finished speaking, her mouth remained open, and her panting and moaning increased in volume and frequency.

Less than a minute later, Beth's body began to tighten and shake as I licked and slurped at her delicious vagina. My daughter was about to have an orgasm for the first time.

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"Daddy!" Beth sqeeled, and her thighs tightened around my face, and I began to feel a soft jet of fluid against my chin. Still licking her, I managed to open my mouth so that most of her ejaculation went into my mouth. I swallowed. It was the most delicious thing I had ever tasted. Salty, but not too salty.

That's good. Means she's not dehydrated. Being her dad, of course I want her to be healthy. Proper hydration is important to a young girl's health.

My daughter's orgasm slowly died down. I continued kissing her, but only over her outer labia and her inner thighs. Her vagina and clitoris would probably be too sensitive. Her body seemed to be pulsating with energy as she wound down from her very first orgasm.

"Daddy..." she spoke as if she was deep inside of some wonderful dream.

"Thank you, baby," I said to her, still kissing her crotch all over, still avoiding her sensitive vulva and clitoris.

"Daddy..." she spoke again from her dream.

"I love you so much," I told her again, still making out with her drenched outer labia and inner thighs.

"Is it still hard, Daddy? Is your cock still hard?" I told her the truth.

I told her that my cock was harder than it had ever been in my entire life.

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Chapter 2

"Is it still hard, Daddy? Is your cock still hard?" My daughter asked me dreamily, soon after I had given her her first orgasm.

"Of course it is, baby," I replied dreamily myself, still gently kissing her inner thighs and outer labia, avoiding the more sensitive parts as her orgasm died away. "It's probably never been this hard before," I added, and it was the truth. I wondered if I should have offered that last particular detail, and decided that it was the right thing to do: I wanted my daughter to know how beautiful and wonderful she was to me.

"What does it feel like?" Beth asked me. "I mean, what does it feel like when it's hard?"

Great, another awkward question to answer for my daughter.

"Well, baby, it kinda feels like... I guess like pressure," I told her from between her legs. I kissed her dripping skin some more. I licked her moisture from my lips.

"Like... pressure to, uhm, to cum?" she asked me bashfully.

"Yeah, kinda," I had to admit to her, even though that wasn't exactly what I meant. "Also kinda like a physical pressure too. Oh, and it feels really good whenever it gets touched," I added without thinking. Shouldn't have said that. I should not have said that.

"Does it, uhm, does it actually hurt if it stays hard for too long? Like, if you don't cum?" She asked me. I couldn't lie to my own daughter:

"Yeah. It can get pretty uncomfortable," I replied quietly.

"Can I see it? Can I see your cock, Daddy?" My daughter asked me, and I tried to argue with her.

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"Honey, I don't think you'd like that," I replied from in between my daughter's thighs.

"I dunno. I mean, I've kinda seen it anyway. Remember?" I looked up at her and she had one eyebrow raised at me.

A few weeks ago, Beth had accidentally walked in on me when I was getting out of the shower. She had just gotten home as I was stepping out, and sometimes I leave the bathroom door mostly-closed with the light on, which was how it was left then. She was popping into the bathroom just as I was stepping out, and she saw me full-frontal. I think she had yelped, "Dad!" and our eyes had awkwardly met before hers turned down, and lingered there for a few seconds before she quickly stepped out and shut the door behind her.

And we never spoke of it again, until now. But come to think of it, her eyes did linger for a lot longer than you would normally think your daughter would want to see her dad's penis. I mean it felt like three seconds at least, and maybe as long as five. Hmmm.

"Babe, that wasn't the same. It wasn't hard then," I told her, not even sure what the purpose of the distinction was.

"Well, yeah, exactly," Beth said as she sat up on the bed in front of me. I supposed I was done making out with her crotch, and I used her knees to lift myself back up into a standing position. I took my daughter's hands in mine and looked down at her curiously, concerned in a way.

"I saw it soft, so I should see it hard, too," she told me excitedly, shaking my hands up and down in hers.

"That's not very logical," I teased her, and I brought her fingers up to my lips and kissed them.

"Of course it is! Soft and hard... that's like, Yin and Yang. Right?" she grinned up at me. My daughter is such a weirdo.

"Doesn't track, kiddo, sorry," I told her. "Besides, it's not like you were trying to see my penis on purpose before anyway," I added, raising an eyebrow curiously at her.

"Oh. Yeah. Totally not on purpose," she said almost facetiously, her eyes darting left and right in a silly mockery of trying to play it off as if she had been caught.

Okay, so at the very least, it felt like she was admitting to looking at my dick for longer than necessary when she saw me naked.

"Babe, I really don't think you'd like it. It's a lot bigger when it's hard." Shit. Once again, I shouldn't have said that. I should not have said that. My lovely daughter squeezed my fingers and shook my hands playfully.

"Besides," I added, now basically giving in: "I actually need to have an orgasm, and I know you wouldn't like seeing that," I said with a sigh.

"I would, I would!" Beth exclaimed, and she let go of my hands, and with me standing and her sitting on the edge of the bed in front of me, she was at a good angle to start undoing my pants, which is what she began to do.

"Uhmmm..." she looked up at me as she slowly pulled my belt from the loops of my jeans.

She undid my button next, and her expression changed.

"I'm not gonna stop you, sweetheart," I said to her. "If you really wanna see it, go ahead and take it out."

Beth's lips pressed together as she unzipped my pants. She looked up at me almost disbelievingly as she slowly pulled my pants and boxers down.

"Oh, wow..." Beth sighed: my erection was pressing outwards, and for a moment she had to pull my clothing away from me to give my penis enough room so she could finish pulling down my pants.

"Okay, so, that's my dad's cock," Beth said to herself and she breathed in deeply and exhaled as I kicked my jeans and boxers away from my ankles. My cock bounced around for a couple of seconds as I stood back up. As I stood back up with my cock out and erect in front of my teenage daughter.

"Okay, so, that's your dad's cock," I mocked her, and she told me to shut up.

"Are you already... Dad, are you already cumming?" She asked me, looking closely at my ragingly erect cock.

"Oh, uh, no, baby," I quickly ran a couple of fingers along the underside of my shaft: yep, I was leaking a thin stream of precum down the underside of my penis. I wiped my fingers on my shirt.

"Sometimes it just does that when I'm really-really excited," I explained honestly.

Beth said nothing, just looked ahead dreamily at her father's dripping penis.

"It doesn't always happen," I added.

"Only when you're really-really excited?" Beth asked me with love in her eyes. I told her that she was right.

"Hey, Dad?" Beth asked nonchalantly, as if she was about to ask something ridiculous:

"Can I taste it?"

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"Baby, I don't think most people like it," I tried to explain to her.

She looked thoughtful for just a moment. "Can I taste it anyway?" she asked innocently. I told her that she could, but I reminded her again that she might not like it.

Beth gently took the tip of my penis in her right hand and held it up. She adjusted her seating position and I stepped forward for her, to bring her closer. She slowly leaned her face forward and tilted her head, like she was going to kiss someone. I guess she was. Her tongue slipped out of her mouth and quickly ran over a small section near the base of the underside of my shaft.

I supposed that was where the stream of precum ended.

My god. I began to worry that I might just begin ejaculating right here and now. I would ejaculate all over her right hand if I did that. And I'd probably get it all over her face, and her shirt too. I kept it at bay.

Beth drew her tongue back into her mouth. She looked thoughtful for a moment and then she swallowed. Her eyebrows went up and she went in for seconds, flattening her tongue over the base of the underside of my shaft, dragging it upward, greedily taking all that had leaked out.

When she was near the tip (of her father's raging and dripping penis), she used her right hand to angle me forward, so I was pointed at her lips. She then repeatedly flicked her tongue over my urethra while looking up at me.

She swallowed again. "Girls really don't like that?" she asked me. Oh my god. So cute. And she really liked it...?

I swallowed. "Most don't. Uh, that's what they tell me, anyway." Beth licked over the tip of my penis once more and swallowed again. Oh dear god. Mickey Mouse. The World Series. Captain Picard. Okay... I was okay for now.

"That's weird," she said noncommittally. "Hey, did you know that your cock, it like, it absolutely throbs when I put my mouth on it?" my daughter asked me.

I wasn't sure what to say to that. Of course, she was right.

"See, look," Beth said, and she leaned forward and kissed gently the underside of my penis. She looked up at me, her face partially covered by my cock, and my cock visibly throbbing each time Beth laid another kiss upon it.

"I know, baby," I struggled to say as my daughter continued kissing. "I'm, I might cum soon, baby," I told her truthfully.

"Just from this?" She kissed and kissed and kissed. I throbbed and throbbed and throbbed.

"Yeah, baby, I think so" I whispered.

And then my daughter did something I was not expecting, though I probably should have:

"What about this?" She asked slyly before taking the head of my penis fully into her mouth. My god, so warm. And then I felt her wet tongue swirling around me, repeatedly going back to my urethra to taste what was already coming out of me.

I could not hold it any longer.

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"Baby, baby," I tried to warn her, but it was too late: I had already begun ejaculating into my daughter's mouth.

"Mmm! MMmm!!" She mmmed in surprise, but she didn't sound grossed out or unhappy about what was happening. And most tellingly, she kept me in her mouth, her lips not moving from the base of the head of my penis, and her tongue continued swirling over me as pulse after pulse of fatherly semen filled lovely mouth.

My daughter had taken her hands away from my penis and she had placed them on either of my thighs to stead herself as her dad finished.

Since my shaft was free, I took it in my right hand and stroked myself gently, careful not to hit Beth in the face with my hand. I couldn't believe what I was seeing and doing. I was jacking off into my daughter's mouth.

After what could have been no longer than 20 seconds, I was finally done. It was probably the most powerful orgasm of my life.

"I think that's it, baby-girl," I spoke sweetly to my daughter.

"Hrmm..." she groaned disappointedly as she took me out of her mouth, her lips closing over my urethra as my penis exited, a thin strand of fluid connecting us for a split second as her face went up and away from her dad's dick.

Beth swallowed in a single, quiet gulp.

"I just don't get how anyone wouldn't like that," Beth said to herself before kissing and slurping at my urethra, then swallowing once more.

"I'm really sorry, baby," I said remorsefully. Since I had ejaculated, I was starting to think more clearly. "I didn't mean to... cum, right then," I added.

"I mean... Dad, I wanted you to cum," Beth looked up at me, and the corners of her lips were glistening with moisture.

"Honey, uh," I motioned to the corners of my mouth. Beth licked the moisture from her lips and swallowed yet again. She really didn't mind the taste of her father's semen.

"I just wish there was more," Beth said wistfully, gazing longingly at the tip of her father's erection, which was finally starting to die down, and was no longer leaking precum.

She would need to stop saying things like that. She would need to stop, or this would have to become more than just a "One-time thing."