Teresa in My Life, Pt. 1

Teresa in My Life, Pt 1

by Alex Barton

[For Dex, who dearly loved incest erotica.]

One

"Daddy, what's anal sex?"

I had been lying on my back with my eyes closed, basking in the afterglow of an intense orgasm, one where I knew every drop of cum had been pumped out of my balls, my chest heaving with the exertion of jetting my sperm deep, so very deep, into my beautiful 18-year-old daughter's warm, wet cunt.

Suddenly I wasn't close to dozing anymore and opened my eyes, looking down at the sweep of Teresa's long hair cascading down her back to just above the furrow of her pert, curvy little ass. She was lying with her face on my chest, her hand resting casually on my stomach. Just below, my cock was dripping cum onto my belly and she reached down, curled a strand of semen round two fingers and licked them clean.

"Why do you ask, honey?" I said, keeping my voice neutral.

She propped herself up on her elbow, her blue eyes looking into mine as she grinned at me.

"It was in a book I was reading. On the Eurostar train?" making a statement into a question in the way teenage girls do.

Teresa got up and walked over to her backpack, rummaged around and found what she wanted, then came back to bed. As she did so I drank in her body, never able to get enough of looking at her perfect breasts, the pink tips of her nipples, the flatness of her tummy and the light down of hair covering her pussy. My reaction was automatic, involuntary, and she smiled as she saw my cock start to harden once more.

"Be serious for a moment," she said in a soft, loving voice, pleased her gorgeous body had an obvious effect on me.

She sat cross-legged, seemingly unaware she was displaying the puffy, swollen lips of her cunt, creamy sperm oozing from the opening down between the cheeks of her bum, and thumbed through the book until she found what she wanted.

"It's a love story," Teresa said. "The girl who's narrating the book, her Mum used to be a stripper and is still totally gorgeous with big, fake boobs and really long legs, so super-beautiful it makes the daughter feel inadequate but her Mum is nice so the girl loves her really."

"I'm so glad," I said, and Teresa whacked the book against my thigh, knowing I was being sarcastic.

"And there's a scene near the end where the girl asks her Mum if she ever slept with any of the men she gives lap dances to because that's where strippers make the real money in clubs - "

I propped myself up on my elbows. "Whoa - Grandmaman bought you this book?" I said, a little concerned. "She lets you read stuff about strippers and lap dances?"

"Oh, yeah, right," Teresa said with a snort of derision. "Actually, Dad, it's a set text in school..."

"You're kidding -!" I started to say and then saw Teresa roll her eyes.

"Duh..." she said, patient with my stupidity solely because of her love for me. "I bought it at the airport bookstore after Grandmaman had gone."

"Oh, okay," I said, trying to regain the moral high ground; waiting for the reason this whole conversation started.

Teresa opened the book again.

"Anyway, the girl asks her mother, 'Did you?' and the mother says, 'You wanna know? Okay. There was one man. He was rich, he was handsome, he was married, and he liked anal sex but the guy's wife refused to do it so she said she would. For a substantial fee. So I want to know, what's anal sex because the daughter doesn't explain what the handsome man did to her Mum?"

She looked down at her own breasts, so sensitive when I licked and bit the sweet-tasting pink tips of her nipples, then looked at me quizzically.

I reached my hand out and cupped a pert cheek of Teresa's ass. Slowly, I moved my fingertips toward the furrow between her buttocks until my middle finger touched the pucker of my daughter's asshole.

I said, "You know when you turn on your tummy so I can lick you there?"

"God, yes," Teresa said softly. "The first time I thought it was like really gross and why would you want to, and then you pushed your tongue inside my bum and started licking right up inside and I came so hard I thought I was going to pass out. Remember?"

As if I could ever forget...

"Well, anal sex is when a man puts his cock in a woman's asshole and fucks her there instead of in her pussy."

"Doesn't it hurt the woman?" Teresa said, a little shocked.

"Not if the man is gentle, uses plenty of lube and makes sure the woman is really aroused before he does it. Then it can be every bit as pleasurable for the woman as it is for the man."

"The woman gets off on it?" Teresa asked, her eyes wide, the expression on her face one of surprise and delight.

"Absolutely," I said. "Some women prefer it to ordinary sex. They feel fully opened up back there and learn to squeeze their rectal muscles around the man's cock, making it really, really good for the man and pretty damn nice for the woman, too."

"Did Mum used to let you do that to her?"

"Yes, sweetie, now and then," I said, smiling, wondering what the effect would be on Teresa if she ever found out just how much her late mother loved anal sex.

"Cool," Teresa said, looking down at my groin and suddenly aware my fingers were still pressing against the muscle of her asshole, my cock hard, quivering with my arousal, a drop of oily semen glistening at the tip. "Guess the thought turns you on, huh?" she said, her eyes meeting mine. "Are you thinking about doing it with Mum or -?" she said, letting the question hang in the air.

"Well," I started to say, unsure what she wanted my response to be, when she suddenly said something that made me realize how similar she is to her French mother.

"So how come you haven't tried to do it to me?" Teresa said, suddenly annoyed. "We've done everything else together..."

"No, sweetie. We haven't," I said gently. "Not by a long way."

I paused as she stroked her hand over the inside of my thigh, both of us enjoying the way my cock quivered in reaction to the touch of her fingers on my skin.

"I guess I just didn't want to do too much too soon," I said. "What we do when we make love the usual way is so pleasurable it's enough for me."

Teresa pouted.

"Great," she said, letting her annoyance show. "You used to fuck Mum in the ass but you don't want to fuck me there. Is that it?"

"Oh god, no," I said, suddenly aware how difficult it is to reassure a teenage girl when she sets her mind on something. "I'd fuck you there right now, I'd adore fucking you there, but it has to be when you're ready, when it's something you really want."

Teresa stretched out on her stomach next to me, her head propped on her arm, her face toward me, her eyes hooded with desire and I could see she was breathing faster.

"I want you to," she purred. "Right now. And yes, Daddy, I really want you to..."

Sometimes Teresa is so like her beautiful mother. My mind filled with the memory of Sabine stretched out the same way on the bed in our apartment in Paris, arching her hips up slightly in invitation, reaching behind to pull open the cheeks of her ass, flexing the tiny pink opening of her rosehole in excited anticipation, the utter sexiness of her accent as she pleaded, "Alain, bugger me. Please...?"

But with Teresa I still was not sure. I reached a hand out and settled it in the small of my daughter's back, stroking gently down over the swell of her asscheeks to between her legs. My fingers paddled in the wet plumpness of her cunt lips and Teresa let out a soft whimper of pleasure.

"I thought we were going to go on the London Eye?" I said, my eyes meeting my daughter's. "And then have afternoon tea at Claridge's? Their afternoon tea is famous."

"We can go on the Eye any time and I can go to Claridge's the next time Grandmaman visits," Teresa said in a firm voice. Then she lifted herself up on one elbow and looked at me. "Don't you want to?"

"More than anything in the world," I said, nuzzling my face into her hair and biting her earlobe gently. Teresa squealed with pleasure; she loves it when I do that and I knew there was no point in arguing any more. Buggering someone you desire is one thing, but incestuous anal sex with your own daughter? How could anything compare with that?

I reached in the nightstand for the lube I keep for accommodating girlfriends and took the cap off. Teresa closed her eyes as I leaned over her body and squirted a thick dollop into the furrow of her buttocks and then dropped the tube on the floor. I pressed my fingers into the oily gel, making Teresa shiver with desire as I smoothed the lube back and forth over her anus, taking advantage of her being totally relaxed to work my middle finger past the taut muscle and into her rectum.

For a moment I did no more than hold still, letting Teresa get used to the intrusion. Her response was to arch her hips up, just like her mother used to do, swallowing my finger into the depths of her asshole. My concern evaporated and I slowly added two more fingers into her receptive opening.

Teresa was breathing hard as I masturbated her asshole with my fingers, and I could see from her face just how much she was enjoying what I was doing. She was obviously as anally sexual as her mother and I suddenly regretted not introducing my daughter sooner to the pleasure of being fucked in the ass.

I could have gone on finger-fucking Teresa's pretty little bum all morning, but my own desire needed to be taken care of. I withdrew my fingers and smeared the lube, now carrying the rich scent of the inside of my daughter's rectum, over my cock, sliding my oily fingers over the glans to spread the mix of lube and precum down the shaft to my balls.

I leaned my mouth close to Teresa's ear and whispered, "Ready, baby?" and smiled as she nodded, her eyes shut to savor the sensations. Then I lifted my body over hers, lowered myself full-length on top of her so she could get used to my weight, arched up my hips and took my cock in my hand, positioning the throbbing tip against the opening to my daughter's beautiful behind.

Carefully but firmly I worked the tip of my cock against the pucker of Teresa's anus. Like a tiny mouth the muscle slowly gave way under the pressure and swallowed the glans up to the coronal ridge. Teresa let out a soft moan of discomfort at the stretching and I reached down and kissed her neck and up to her ear, whispering to her to try to relax, doing my best to make her less tense, knowing the thickness of my cock entering her back passage would take a while for her to get used to.

But my daughter surprised me. She reached back with her hands, pulled her buttocks open and pushed upwards, her sphincter swallowing my cock in the same way it had my fingers. I didn't hesitate but pushed forward, inch after inch of my cock slowly disappearing into Teresa's back passage until I was in her to the hilt, my balls slippery with the cream oozing from her cunt, the shaft of my cock gripped tight by the velvet walls of her rectum, the throbbing head buried deep in her bowels. I was so overwhelmed by the intense pleasure of buggering my daughter for the first time I knew it would only be a matter of moments before I climaxed.

Breathing hard, flexing her hips against my groin, grinding her ass against my deeply buried prick, Teresa moaned in ecstasy as I slowly slid the length of my cock back until only my bulging glans was clasped tight by the muscle of her sphincter, then spread it wide by pushing every inch back into her asshole.

"Oh Daddy, YES, fuck my ass," she urged me. "I want to feel you come in my ass. Come for me, Daddy!"

"You too, baby," I said, my mouth seeking hers as she twisted her head so our lips could meet. Time and again I thrust my cock deep into her asshole, lost in the intense pleasure, my balls tingling with the start of my orgasm.

And then it happened. For both of us. I felt a huge rush of liquid heat pouring from my cock into the depths of my precious girl's rectum, flooding her bowels with spurt after spurt of gooey cum. She reached back and stretched her hands up to pull my hips hard against her buttocks as she climaxed, her whole body trembling as she cried out in ecstasy. It was utter perfection: father and daughter joined in joyous anal incest, the most thrilling sexual experience we had yet shared.

As my orgasm ebbed, I slowly withdrew my cock from my daughter's asshole and eased off her body so she could turn over on her back, her eyes still closed.

Stroking her face, I said, "Now you know exactly what anal sex is, darling. Did you like it?"

"No, Daddy, I didn't like it," she said and my heart sank with disappointment.

Teresa opened her eyes and sighed softly.

"I loved it..."she said, and snuggled herself into my chest. Just the way her mother used to do.

Two

Teresa has lived with her grandmother in Paris since the death of my wife, Sabine. Sabine and I believed it would be for the best because of my job working for a London-based investment bank that involves frequent international travel, and Monique, my mother-in-law, agreed gladly, knowing that having my daughter live with her would mean she stayed young-at-heart. There was no question Monique had enough room: her late husband Albert had bought a huge apartment in an area of Paris that suddenly became wildly fashionable in the seventies. The rooms were like miniature palaces with lofty ceilings, crystal chandeliers, walk-in wardrobes with magnificent antique mirrors, and furnishings Albert had bought cheaply after the war which were now worth a fortune.

None of this mattered much to my daughter; her bedroom was decorated just as she wanted it with posters of Taylor Swift and Ariana Grande, a big bed with a handmade quilt covered with a collection of Japanese teddy bears, her laptop and the latest game systems, a TV dominating one corner. Fortunately she also loved to study so gadgets were a reward not a distraction. I smiled as I stood in the doorway for a moment, looking at the webcam on her desk, thinking how nice it was for both of us when we used it to talk wherever I was in the world, telling each other what had happened during the day, discussing her progress in school, laughing at silly jokes.

Most of all I loved it when we talked late at night and I sat in my hotel room in my bathrobe, my cock exposed so Teresa could watch me masturbate as I described the sex acts I'd just done to the woman, sometimes more than one, asleep in the bedroom. Teresa loved to sit wearing only her pajama top, her legs spread wide, her fingers paddling between the plump lips of her pussy, stroking her clit slowly, asking questions that meant I had to go into explicit detail, something that turned both of us on so much it was a delicious release when we climaxed, said our sweet goodnights and shut down the link.

Monique had long ago given me a key to the apartment so I could let myself in if she wasn't there. A maid came in every morning until lunchtime to clean and bring the ingredients she would prepare for the evening meal, but she always left just after midday so when I rang the bell and no-one answered, meaning Monique was probably out shopping or playing bridge, I knew I was alone for a half hour or so until Teresa got home.

I walked through from Teresa's bedroom and down the hall to the room Monique kept for my use, taking off my jacket and tie and dropping them on the bed. I opened my briefcase, extracted the gift-wrapped package I'd brought with me as a surprise for my daughter, and put it on the nightstand. I was just wondering whether there was time to take a nap before Teresa got home from school when I heard the door of the apartment open and close.

Excited, expecting it was Teresa and I would be enveloped in a big hug from my darling girl, I was surprised to see it was Monique who was taking off her cashmere coat and silk scarf, hanging them in a closet. I wasn't sorry to see her, just a little disappointed.

"Alain," she said using the French version of my name. "How nice to see you."

"And you, Monique," I said, kissing her on both cheeks. "How have you been?"

"A little older, a little less lovely, but perhaps a little wiser," she said with a charming smile.

"Never less lovely," I said which was the truth. She has always been a strikingly beautiful woman with Audrey Hepburn's combination of large eyes, high cheekbones and a slim figure. Sabine had the same looks with, to my immense joy, voluptuous curves which Teresa was beginning to develop.

"You will join me for tea?" Monique said, walking toward the kitchen. It was not a question and, while she busied herself with boiling water, measuring the tea (always loose, never bags), setting a tray with cups and saucers, she filled me in on her life and what had been happening in Paris since we last met. When the tea was ready she led the way into the living room and I made myself as comfortable as possible on the rather functional antique furniture Monique preferred to the big, squashy leather sofas I had in my apartment in London.

It wasn't difficult to realize there was something on Monique's mind and I waited for her to raise what the problem was, knowing instinctively it would have to do with Teresa.

"Alain," she said. "There is something I need to talk to you about - "

"Of course," I said, trying my best to make it easy for her. "Teresa is having difficulty with a particular subject at school, she has made an unsuitable friend, she wants to go to a pop concert with a boy?"

"Ah, no, none of those. Those I can deal with easily enough. No, it is something else."

Monique stood up and left the room. I would have been concerned except she left the door open so I knew she was coming back. In a moment she returned, both hands closed round an object, hiding it.

"Alain, you know how much I love Teresa, how much she reminds me of Sabine at her age."

"Of course, Monique," I said, wondering what she was holding.

Monique uncurled her fingers and there, lying in her palms, was a small, golden vibrator about six inches long, tapered and curved slightly, obviously quite expensive and surprisingly chic, the kind a Parisian girl might keep in her purse for the quiet moment in the office when she could imagine she was being thoroughly fucked over her desk by the handsome leather-clad courier whose docket she had just signed and who winked at her with a sexy smile.

"I found it in Teresa's underwear drawer," Monique said. "Of course I put it back, but I had no idea she had matured so soon."

"You mean she must be using it to masturbate? I don't see - " I started to say, intending to finish with, 'anything wrong with that...' but Monique's eyebrows arched in distress.

"But she is just 18!" she said in a shocked voice. "She has only a soft down of hair down there, why is she giving herself pleasure with this thing?"

What could I say? That it was me, her father, who had taken Teresa's virginity not long before Sabine's death with my wife's active encouragement, whose first act on the Friday evening whenever my daughter came to London to stay with me for the weekend was to take her to bed, our lips meeting in a passionate kiss as I carried Teresa to my bedroom, my cock rock hard as I anticipated the pleasures of fucking the most deliciously tight, wet pussy imaginable?

And more, that only a fortnight or so earlier I had introduced Teresa to the pleasure of taking my cock into the depths of her rectum for the first time, pouring out my sperm, not once but several times, into her bowels until her back passage was overflowing with my cum? Compared to that Teresa possessing a vibrator which, she had probably been given by one of her girlfriends, who perhaps had stolen it from an unwitting mother, was, to forgive the phrase, child's play...

"Monique, of course I will speak to her," I said in a firm, formal voice, eager to reassure my mother-in-law how serious I considered the matter to be, if for no other reason than I suspected Monique would have a heart attack if she knew about the late-night webcam chats Teresa and I enjoyed, never mind our prolonged sex sessions in my London apartment. And I certainly did not want life to be difficult for Teresa to live with her, hopefully still adoring, grandmother.

I went on, "I will find out how she came by such a thing, make sure she understands you know and do not consider it appropriate for her to have, never mind use, a vibrator, and find out just how worldly she has become. I am sure she will be able to reassure you she has no experience of sex other than making herself feel good. It would be wrong to deny her if she has reached the age where she enjoys giving herself pleasure. Sabine would have understood and accepted that, surely?"

Monique looked at me with a quizzical but relieved expression. She knew I had used Sabine's name deliberately, even though she could never have guessed my wife told me when we were making love it was Monique herself who showed Sabine how to masturbate when she was only a little older than Teresa was now.

"Thank you," Monique said and stood up quickly when we both heard the front door open and an excited cry of "Papa?" echoed down the hallway. I turned in my chair, enveloping my daughter in my arms, distracting her attention as Monique left the room to replace the vibrator in the drawer where she found it.

Teresa looked very pretty in her uniform of white blouse and striped tie, dark blue pleated skirt with a little straw boater perched on her head, her long blonde hair twisted into pretty plaits down her back. I knew Sabine would leave us alone for a few minutes and I took the opportunity to slide my hands under the hem of Teresa's skirt, stroking up my daughter's long, coltish legs and over the backs of her thighs until her pert, curvy little bum was cupped in my hands, discovering to my delight she was wearing only a minuscule thong, the cord running between the lips of her pussy and the cheeks of her gorgeous ass.

"Is this regulation underwear?" I asked her with a grin.

"No, but it feels nice," she said, kissing me on the lips, her tongue darting sexily into my mouth.

"Mmm yes, it does," I said, moving one hand from her bum to between her legs, my index finger rubbing gently over her clit and opening her swollen labia, searching out the hot entrance to her body. She drew in her breath as I found the hole and pushed my finger slowly inside her, working its length along the slick walls of her vagina. I was taking a truly monumental risk, exploring Teresa openly like this, but my pleasure in feeling her pussy, dripping wet in the palm of my hand, was simply too great to be able to stop.

Overwhelmed by the sensations caused by my exploring finger, Teresa rested her head on my shoulder, allowing me to kiss along the line of her jaw and up to the lobe of her ear. I closed my teeth gently on the smooth skin and nibbled it, at the same time as I fucked my finger as deep as I could reach into her cunt, flexing the pad at the base against the slippery bud of her clit.

"Oh Daddy, you're going to make me come," she breathed into my ear. "Please, make me come," she begged and I could feel her legs trembling with the onset of her climax. All I could think was, 'Oh god, keep Monique occupied a few moments longer so I can give Teresa what she craves,' as I felt my daughter squeezing herself rhythmically round my deeply buried finger.

Then I moved my head so our lips met softly, wanting to watch as Teresa's eyes glazed over and her pussy rippled around my finger, her body going rigid, her breath quickening and then held in as she basked in her orgasm until she suddenly gasped for air, her chest rising and falling, her cream pouring into my palm.

I had made my darling girl come and it was heavenly to watch.

"Alain, you will have more tea, yes?" Monique called out from the kitchen, presumably absenting herself so I could raise the subject of the vibrator with my daughter.

"That would be lovely, Monique," I called back, slowly withdrawing my hand from between Teresa's legs and bringing it to my mouth so I could lick my daughter's honey from my palm, making her wrinkle her nose and whisper, "Eww, gross," as I did so.

"No way," I whispered back. "It tastes of you in heat and that's really lovely," I said truthfully.

Teresa giggled and rolled her eyes, shaking her head at the same time. Then she put her arms round my neck and kissed my cheek, very softly. "Thank you," she said.

"You're welcome. And yes, I did bring you a Nintendo Switch 2. It's on your nightstand."

"Yay!" Teresa squealed and rushed off, making no attempt to act like the young lady her grandmother obviously hoped she had become.

But what did I care, we had the remainder of the afternoon, dinner and the early evening together before I had to catch my train home. My cock was leaking sperm into my briefs and I needed to convince Monique to leave Teresa and I alone for a while so we could have the discussion about the vibrator.

I had, indeed, brought my daughter the present she longed for, but also in my briefcase was a tube of anal lube I had brought to enjoy what I longed for. Very soon I intended to squeeze almost all the oily gel deep into my beautiful daughter's receptive asshole, to be followed by every inch of my hugely engorged cock.

*

"Your grandmother found your vibrator," I said to Teresa as I closed the door of her bedroom behind me.

"Oh?" she said in a non-committal voice, not looking up from the game she was playing on the Switch. She was still wearing her school uniform and lying face-down on the bed. I walked over and sat next to her.

"Your underwear drawer? You couldn't have left it somewhere a bit less obvious?"

Teresa went on playing. I couldn't decide if she was ignoring our discussion, unconcerned about her Grandmaman's disapproval, or just concentrating on the game. It was curious: a few minutes earlier I had been holding my daughter in my arms, my hand under her school skirt and between her legs, my index finger buried as far as it would go in her dripping wet pussy, masturbating her until she trembled with the intensity of her orgasm. Now, it was like I was talking to a stranger.

Her French mother was like that. Sometimes, when we were newly married, Sabine would make an impulse purchase in a Paris boutique, a dress or blouse and skirt she'd seen in the window on her way home and absolutely had to have, knowing what she was buying would blow a huge hole in our carefully managed budget. When she got home she'd make no attempt to hide what she'd bought but expect me to find it as attractive, as flattering to her voluptuous figure, as she did.

If I raged she'd give a Gallic shrug and ignore me until I calmed down, or she'd try it on and parade in front of me, knowing I would be so turned on I would fuck and bugger her until we were drenched in sweat, lube and cum. It took me months to understand that was the result she was aiming for, to test her ability to arouse me, not simply the act of buying something new to wear.

I let my statement hang in the air, calling Teresa's bluff.

"Maybe I wanted her to find it," my daughter said eventually, and then added, 'Shit!' as something on the game beeped and she had to start again.

"Excuse me? Monique is a 59-year-old French matron; you think she's going to be laid back about you using a vibrator? She's in the kitchen right now, preparing dinner and worried enough to be half-way through a bottle of champagne, waiting for me to report back you don't have a lover you visit on your way home every day, allowing him to ravish you as a reward for filling in the answers on your math homework..."

Teresa stopped playing long enough to turn her big, beautiful eyes on me. "She treats me like a little girl. And I'm not anymore."

"I know you're not, sweetheart, but what you know about sex and what your grandmother thinks you know are very different," I said. "It's just that she can't see why you need a vibrator yet..."

"But you know why, don't you Daddy?" she said.

She reached her hand out and stroked it slowly up the inside of my thigh, feeling for the length of my cock through my pants and closing her small, slender fingers round the head, squeezing it gently, rhythmically, as our eyes met.

"I use it to feel better when I really miss you," she purred. "When I wish I was with you in your apartment, filling my mouth with big spurts of your creamy cum, or when I wish you were fucking me so I get all hot and wet inside, and for when I wish I was lying face-down with you on top of me, making me feel really filled up with your cock buried deep in my bumhole..."

What she was saying made desire flare in my balls but also made me realize my daughter craved my physical presence every bit as much as I craved the pleasure of feeling her naked body against mine, hearing her cry out in ecstasy as we climaxed together. I had never thought to question Sabine's belief it would be better for Teresa to live with my mother-in-law because of the demanding nature of my job and my need to travel at short notice but now, for the first time, I wondered if we had made the right decision.

"Anyway," Teresa said, sliding her fingers back and forth along the length of my cock. "What Grandmaman doesn't know is the vibrator was a gift from Maman. She knew how much I would miss you and said I was to lie in the dark and close my eyes and slide it into my pussy, imagining it was you fucking me."

Teresa's fingers masturbating me felt wonderful but I suddenly missed my wife Sabine so much for her loving understanding of how hard it would be for my daughter to grow up without her.

I made a major decision. It would break Monique's heart, but she would manage. I had reached the point where I needed Teresa constantly in my life and in my bed.

"Sweetheart, do you want to come and live with me in London? It won't be easy, I'll have to find you a new school, hire an au pair to pick you up and look after you when I go away, sometimes I won't be home for several days and nights, could you manage with that?"

"Yes. And it's what I really want," she said simply and got to her knees so she could throw her arms round my neck and hug me. Now I understood better why she had been so reluctant to respond to my questions about the vibrator. Just like her mother used to do, she was testing me. And, just as her mother used to do, the realization just how much Teresa loved me and missed me turned me on.

"Well, I'm glad that's decided," I said, suddenly intensely aroused by the realization I would be able to fuck my daughter whenever either of us wanted me to.

I slid my hands under the hem of Teresa's skirt so I could cup the cheeks of her bum, my lips seeking hers in a hungry kiss, stroking my fingers into the furrow of her buttocks expecting to meet the thong. But there was nothing, only the tiny opening of her anus and, beneath it, the plump wet lips of her pussy. My daughter broke the kiss long enough to whisper in my ear, "I took them off so I could thank you for the Switch."

"Mmm, so you did," I said, suddenly catching sight of our reflections in the huge decorative mirrors on the doors of Teresa's walk-in closets and realizing how erotic it was to see my hands exploring under my daughter's pleated school skirt.

Teresa followed my eyes and glanced back over her shoulder. "Hey," she said. "That looks hot," and she reached for the zipper of her skirt, running it down so the garment dropped to the quilt, baring the backs of her long, coltish legs, my hands holding her gorgeous ass. "Do you know what would look really nice?" she said, and put her mouth against my ear, whispering so softly I could barely hear. "Look under my pillow."

I was reluctant to let go of her ass but curious to see what she was hiding. My fingers closed round something metallic and I held it up. It was a tube of lubricant which I guessed she had swiped from my nightstand the last time she stayed.

"Is there time?" she asked, her eyes shining.

"There is if we're quick," I said, looking down at my watch and figuring we had about ten minutes before Monique called out that dinner was ready.

Teresa reached for my belt and opened it, running the zipper down over the length of my very erect cock. At the same time I reached round her body, guided by the reflection in the mirror, took the top off the lube and positioned the nozzle against her anal sphincter. I squeezed firmly and Teresa squirmed, the nipples of her breasts hard against my chest as the oily lube squirted up into her rectum.

"It's cold!" she hissed, her eyes wide. "But it also feels kinda nice," she said, reassuring me.

My daughter hooked her thumbs in the waistband of my pants and briefs, pushing them down over my hips so they fell to the floor. I quickly kicked off my shoes and threw my clothes on a nearby chair. Teresa reached for the lube and squeezed out a big dollop and a moment later I felt the blissful sensation of her fingers closing round the head of my cock, smoothing the slick lube over the glans and down the shaft.

I was so aroused it took all my willpower not to come, especially when she grabbed my hand and pulled me onto the bed so I was lying with my head propped on a pillow, able to see my hard cock reflected in the mirror, jutting up like an iron bar, inches away from the glorious curves of Teresa's beautiful backside as she straddled my groin with her back to me and reached between her legs, taking my prick in her hand and positioning it on her anus as she slowly lowered her body.

A moment later there were three heavenly sounds. The first was a soft moan of pleasure from deep in Teresa's chest; the second a sharp intake of breath from me as I was overwhelmed by blissful sensation, and the third a soft squelching noise as the throbbing head of my cock slid past the tight muscle of my daughter's anal sphincter and was swallowed up by her welcoming rectum. Carefully and slowly she pushed herself down, her back passage enveloping my cock like a slippery velvet glove, the walls of her rectum rippling round the glans as it travelled up into her bowels. It was beyond wonderful and I knew then there was no turning back from the decision I had made that she should move to London; this had to be something I experienced on a daily basis.

"Oh god, sweetheart," I said, finding it hard to speak. "That feels so incredible..."

"Yes, Daddy, it does," Teresa moaned, and made the words more meaningful when her pretty bum was resting on my pubic bone, her hands either side of my body as she leaned back, every inch of my cock buried in her asshole.

I arched my hips up slightly, wanting to enjoy the amazing sensation of my cock flexing in Teresa's beautiful ass as I saw in the mirror that her anus was stretched wide by the thickness of my prick. But Teresa had other ideas.

"No, Daddy," she said. "Let me."

And she brought her foot forward to the side of my hips, giving her leverage to straighten her right leg, the movement lifting her ass off my cock and then back down again. The sight of my prick glistening with lube and precum, combined with looking in the mirror and seeing Teresa's pleasure at being buggered, her eyes hooded with lust, was just overwhelming and I felt a delicious tingling in my balls, my orgasm only seconds away.

"Teresa, honey, clamp me!" I urged and she shook herself from her reverie and reached down, closing her thumb and forefinger round the base of my cock, cutting off my climax just as it was about to start, a trick I had taught her when we first started making love.

So effective was her clamp that my cock softened slightly in Teresa's asshole and she looked over her shoulder at me, a mock expression of annoyance on her face. "Daddy!" she whispered in reproach.

"Sorry, darling," I whispered back. "Give me a moment."

"You need help," she said and then did something that utterly amazed and delighted me, something I'd never mentioned to her.

She lifted her buttocks off my cock, slid her body up over my belly to my chest until her ass was inches from my face, bent her head and slurped my prick deep into her mouth, unconcerned it had just been buried in her bowels. At the same time, I was presented with the sight of the now-gaping entrance to her rectum, the intensely erotic sight and smell driving me wild. I buried my face between the cheeks of her ass, pushing my tongue into her asshole as far as it would go.

This time there was no way I could hold back. My tongue probed deep in Teresa's freshly fucked asshole, my cock sliding back and forth between her lips into the back of her throat as she tried each time to take a little more, stretching her lips down the shaft of my throbbing prick until her nose was buried in the black curls at the base. I felt a huge rush of pleasure, a fierce liquid heat starting in my balls making my cock swell to bursting as my cum poured from the tip, spurt after spurt that forced Teresa to lift her head slightly so she could swallow the hot, creamy load.

I felt weak as my orgasm ebbed, unable to do more than let my head flop back onto the pillow. I was utterly spent, every drop of my cum spurted into my darling girl's suckling mouth. She knew it, too, because she moved so she could lie next to me, draping her arm across my chest to hug me tightly, cuddling into my side.

"That was nice," she said.

"That was really nice," I said.

"Daddy, you haven't changed your mind, have you?"

"Sweetie, are you kidding?" I said, reaching down to cup her right asscheek in my hand and squeezing the smooth, soft flesh. "Give me a moment and then your grandmother and I have something very important to discuss over dinner."

Teresa raised herself up on one elbow, her eyes meeting mine.

"I love you," she said, a teenage girl once more.

"I know," I said. "And I love you, too. And when you're living with me I'll be able to show you exactly how much, every day, twice on Saturdays and three times on a Sunday."

Teresa giggled and lay back down, close to me. "Mmm, that sounds nice," she purred.

"Yes, darling girl," I said. "It does."

Three

It always amazes me how my daughter can be doing something that ought to completely engage her attention and suddenly think of something else entirely.

Now living with me in my riverside apartment in London and specifically both of us lying naked in my bed, Teresa asked, "Daddy, is it alright if I spend this weekend at Jade's? Her Mum has said she'll take us both to school on Monday," she said, letting my extremely hard cock, shiny with a thick coating of precum and her saliva, slip free of the confines of her mouth for a moment.

I might have been annoyed, even put off my stroke, if she hadn't taken care to keep her fingers wrapped tight round the shaft, stroking the skin back and forth over the swollen tip as she looked up to see the expression on my face.

"Of course," I said, wanting to add, 'But would you mind sucking my cock because I was seconds away from climax,' but the words were unnecessary. Teresa lowered her head between my legs, her tongue licking across the taut skin of my scrotum until she reached my asshole. Using her fingers to open my anal sphincter she curled her tongue up tight like a tiny cock and pushed it into my rectum, making me groan with pleasure.

For several minutes she masturbated and rimmed me, her silky-soft hair caressing the insides of my thighs, her breath hot on the cheeks of my ass, her tongue warm, wet and alive, finding every sensitive nerve-end in my asshole. I did my best to hold on for as long as I could but my cum began to rise inexorably in my cock and I jerked my hips up, the signal for Teresa to close her lips once more round the engorged head. As soon as she did so the first of several gushes of my sperm spurted from the tip and she swallowed greedily, letting out little 'mmm' noises of pleasure as each followed the last, the warm, creamy mass sliding down her throat and into her stomach.

As my orgasm ebbed, I knew that nothing feels as good as getting a blowjob from a girl as enthusiastic, as delightfully loving, as my darling daughter, Teresa.

"Of course you can sleep over at your friend's," I repeated, easing my daughter over on to her back so I could return the delightful bliss she had just given me by closing my lips round the tiny bud of her clit, my tongue lapping at the sweet cream streaming from the hole of her pussy as I pushed a finger between the cheeks of her buttocks and squirmed it into her rectum.

Already highly aroused from sucking my cock, Teresa started breathing faster, harder, her hands gripping my head, her fingers twined in my hair as she smooshed my face into her liquid center, her hips bucking as she fucked herself with my tongue. And then I slid my finger from her ass, stretched my hands up to caress the mounds of her breasts and brought my finger, carrying the rich scent and taste of her bowels, to her lips. She opened her mouth and sucked greedily, her whole body trembling as she began to come. My cheeks and mouth soaking with her cunt cream, I bucked my hips against the quilt on her bed, another massive load of semen pouring from the head of my cock. Such delight fathers can take in their daughter's bodies when paternal love is matched by lust...

*

Monday afternoon I was sitting at the desk in the living room of my apartment writing a letter. I use a fountain pen and notepaper when I write letters, not a computer and email. Handwriting has a very personal quality, the way the ink flows across the paper, the process giving me time to choose exactly the right words. It might be old-fashioned in a high-tech world, but that sums up my personality.

And if the words stop flowing, if I need inspiration, I have only to lift my head and look out through the huge plate glass windows of my apartment across the River Thames. I can spend a few minutes watching a yacht, a police launch or a pleasure boat heading downstream, leaving a wake in the gray water. There is a speed limit on the river where I live so the vessels move slowly, giving me time to watch them and collect my thoughts.

I heard a key at the door and looked at the clock on my desk. It was 4.00pm and Teresa was home from her sleepover. I stopped what I was doing, eager to hear how her weekend had gone.

"Hi Dad," she said as she walked into the living room and dropped her school bag on the sofa.

"Hey, sweetheart," I said, smiling at her.

I love the uniform my daughter wears for school. Patent black leather flat heel pumps, little white cotton ankle socks, dark blue pleated skirt, white blouse, blazer with the school's coat of arms embroidered in gold thread on the breast pocket, and a straw boater. She flipped the boater off, shaking out her beautiful blonde hair, so long it flows down her back to her bum, and walked toward me.

I stopped writing, reached down and unbuckled the belt of my pants.

"Did you miss me?" Teresa asked in a soft voice, her lips seeking mine, her tongue sliding into my mouth as she curled her fingers round my throbbing cock, achingly hard at her touch.

"Of course," I said, stroking her hair and urging her head down into my lap. Without hesitation she opened her lips and took my cock into her mouth, working her way slowly down the shaft until the glans touched the back of her throat, the way I taught her. As I cradled her head in one hand, I slid my other hand under the hem of her skirt, up her smooth thigh until my fingers closed round her mons, my long index finger finding the wet opening of her pussy. I heard Teresa moan with pleasure as my finger entered her cunt, a gush of her cream making her plump pussylips slick against my palm.

I closed my eyes, lost in the delicious pleasure of my daughter sucking my cock, her lips sliding back and forth along the shaft very slowly, lovingly, her tongue swirling over the smooth, plump glans, heightening my arousal as my prick slid into the back of her throat. In turn I masturbated her, flexing my finger against the ridges of her pussywalls. She was so wet and aroused my finger made a slurping noise as I fucked her with it.

Time and again Teresa took the full length of my super-sensitive cock deep into her mouth, sucking gently as she did so. She knew instinctively what I liked; the sensation was exquisite, as if the sperm in my balls was slowly coming to the boil. I had been looking forward all day to coming in her mouth and my climax was only moments away. But I wanted her to come at the same time as I did and I slid my finger almost free of her pussy so I could bunch together three fingers and fuck them deep into the gushing hole.

Teresa started breathing hard through her nose. I arched my hips up, forcing as much of my cock as I could into her nursing mouth. I felt my daughter tremble and then she shuddered, several times, her cunt contracting round my deeply buried fingers. Warm honey poured out over my hand and I thought how much I loved making her come. And then my own orgasm hit.

A sudden, fierce heat surged up my cock and a gush of creamy cum burst from the swollen glans, forcing Teresa to swallow quickly in anticipation of more. And there was more, much more, until the strength of my orgasm started to ebb and the afterglow made my balls tingle, my stomach and chest heave with the effort of gaining my breath, and my heart surge with love for my beautiful daughter who knew exactly how to pleasure her adoring father.

Finally realizing she had sucked out the last thick globs of cum from my still-hard cock, Teresa raised her head. Her eyes met mine as I mouthed the words, 'Thank you.'

'You're welcome,' she mouthed back and then leaned across to kiss me so I could taste my salty sperm, a ritual we shared ever since the first time I came in her mouth.

I tucked my cock back in my pants as Teresa straightened her clothes. Then she walked across and sat in one of the leather armchairs. "Dad," she said. "I need to talk to you."

"Of course, sweetheart," I said. "You know you can't have a pony, right? We live in a penthouse apartment..."

Teresa arched her eyebrows at my clumsy attempt at humor. She didn't understand I was just apprehensive about what she was going to say.

"There's this boy at school." She paused and then said, "I like him. I mean... I like him a lot."

I wasn't sure what to say. So I asked, "What's his name?"

"Matthew. Matthew Westbrook."

From the way she said his name, I could tell this boy was important to her.

"Okay," I said. "So you really like a boy named Matthew. Where's the problem with that?"

Teresa hesitated and her cheeks flamed red with embarrassment. "Well - " she started to say and then stopped.

I smiled. "You want to kiss him but don't know how to make the first move? Or you want him to work up the courage to kiss you?"

"Dad, I do want him to kiss me," she said slowly, a mischievous grin on her face. "But I want to be lying on my back on my bed with my skirt round my waist when he does it and have my blouse open so he can suck my nipples and feel his tongue slide down between the lips of my pussy and close my eyes with pleasure when he licks gently over my clit and makes me all hot and wet inside when he makes me come. And then I want to take his prick in my mouth at the same time the way I do with you and suck his cock until he spurts masses of his lovely spunk down my throat and - "

"Teresa! Darling, whoa!" I said suddenly, making her blink in surprise she was so lost in her delightfully erotic fantasy.

"What's wrong?" she asked with a hiccup of shock and I could see she thought I was angry with her. She was close to tears.

"Sweetheart," I said, getting up and moving across to kneel between her legs so I could put my arms round her waist and hug her close. "There's nothing at wrong with what you want him to do to you and what you'd like to do to him. But teenage boys are notorious for bragging to their friends and the last thing you want is for it to get around the school that Teresa Cazalet enjoys sucking cock, to put it bluntly."

Teresa pulled back slightly. Her eyes met mine.

"Matthew isn't like that," she said. "At least I don't think he is."

I caught the note of doubt in her voice. "I hope he's not, darling. But it's a significant risk to take."

"Oh," Teresa said, and I could tell she was deeply disappointed. I had no doubt she had spent many nights pleasuring herself with the vibrator her mother had given her, fantasizing about the amazing things she intended to do to the fortunate young Mr. Westbrook.

I understood totally why Teresa wanted to have sex with someone she was attracted to apart from me. She wanted to experiment because we had never had the 'birds and bees' conversation. Sabine, my late wife, encouraged me instead to physically demonstrate to Teresa what sex was all about.

"So you mean I can't do any of those things with Matthew?" Teresa asked, a mix of annoyance and disappointment on her face.

And then a plan came into my head, perfect in every detail.

"Well..." I started to say and let the words hang in the air.

Teresa threw her arms round me and hugged me tightly.

"You thought of a way, didn't you?" she said, a big grin on her face.

I nodded. "It might frighten Matthew," I said, a warning tone in my voice. "But if it works he won't be able to tell anyone about all the nice things you did with him."

"You're the best dad in the whole world," Teresa said and her lips met mine in a kiss which startled me it was so eager, her tongue dueling with mine as I responded hungrily.

Eventually we came up for air and I saw Teresa's eyes were hooded with lust. "Please Daddy," she said in a soft, smoky voice. "I need to feel you inside me now."

Before I could react, she lay back on the chair, squirming her body down. Then she stretched her legs out and lifted them up over my shoulders, her skirt falling back as she brought the pink, puffy lips of her pussy to within an inch of my mouth. I inhaled the rich scent of her arousal and had only to put out my tongue to lap between the glistening wet folds of her cunt and lick the bud of her clit.

The moan Teresa let out as I pushed my tongue into her pussy was so loud it echoed round the living room. She tasted like salty honey, rich and womanly. I loved the flavor of her delicious cream and swallowed greedily as it flowed into my mouth, my tongue rubbing against her pussywalls and circling her clit so she produced more. Within minutes she arched her hips up and thrust her pussy hard against my lips, bucking as she came, moaning softly in ecstasy as her climax washed through her body.

I had made her come with my mouth; she had sucked my cock. It should have been enough for both of us but it wasn't. She wanted to feel me inside her and I wanted to fuck her. But this time I lusted to have a greater tightness squeezing every inch of my cock, to spurt my semen into her bowels, to possess my daughter utterly and completely.

Teresa watched as I lifted her legs from my shoulders and hooked the backs of her knees over the arms of the chair. She waited, breathing hard as I opened my belt and bared my cock once more. It reared up, hard and swollen, throbbing with the intensity of my desire, hungry to push its way inside her body.

I reached down and stroked the glans up and down the furrow of her pussylips, coating the head with her oily cream. She closed her eyes in excited anticipation as I moved my cock down and positioned the bulging tip against the entrance to her bum. I flexed my hips and the glans sought entry to the puckered muscle of her anal sphincter. There was a moment's resistance, Teresa breathed in, held it, and my prick entered her asshole.

Every time I fuck my cock into my daughter's back passage the sensation is amazing. Her rectum is like a velvet tunnel gripping every inch of the shaft, applying an even pressure along the length, from the tip sliding into her bowels to the taut muscle of her anus gripping the base. I looked down as I eased back, loving the way the sucking mouth of her stretched sphincter was reluctant to release me, listening to her sigh with pleasure as I sank the entire length back into her body. Nothing in sex feels as good as buggering my teenage daughter and I lowered myself so I could kiss her hot and hard at the same time as I fucked my cock back and forth in the tight sheath of her asshole.

Teresa's tongue intertwined with mine and I felt the familiar buzz in my balls. I had to take my mind off the physical sensation of fucking her ass or I would come too soon. I kissed along the line of her jaw and heard her whisper, "Oh Daddy, your cock feels so good in my bum," as I licked my tongue over the smooth skin of her neck, down over her shoulder and onto her chest. She moaned with delight as I closed my teeth on one stiff nipple and then the other, suckling her breasts and biting her nipples softly at the same time.

Time after time I flexed my hips, working my cock into the furthest depths of my darling girl's hot, tight rectum. She threaded her fingers in my hair, nursing me to her breast, every nerve in her body responding to the movement of my prick in her back passage. The sensations I was feeling were beyond good. My heart was pounding, my breath coming in short gasps, a heat spread out from the shaft of my steel-hard cock and I knew it was time.

"Honey, come when I do," I urged, my lips seeking my daughter's once more in a wet, hungry kiss. She responded by arching her hips up, impaling herself on every inch of my deeply buried cock, the muscles in her rectum squeezing me tightly as she climaxed. A groan of passion burst from my chest, pleasure surged through my body and I felt my cum gush into her bowels, my cock thrust hard inside her until there was no more. I was so drained I could hardly move, weak with the intensity of my orgasm.

As her climax ebbed, Teresa opened her eyes, smoky with satisfied lust, and licked her lips slowly and deliberately. It was another of our rituals. She wanted me to ease my cock out of her asshole, raise myself up until my balls were resting against her breasts, my arms braced against the back of the chair, and feed my cock into her mouth. I had come twice and wasn't sure I had any more to give her. But, God, I was so looking forward to finding out...

Four

Two days later, I was sitting at the desk in the living room working on a spreadsheet on my laptop. I heard a key at the door and looked at the clock on my desk. I stopped what I was doing and sat waiting calmly.

Today was the day Teresa and I had agreed she would invite Matthew back after school. He would stay for pizza and fries and later I would take him home. That much of the plan was straightforward but there was a lot more.

Teresa was on fire for this boy. Cuddled naked in my arms as we lay in bed that morning, she told me she ached to feel his hot, hard prick sliding into the wet depths of her pussy. She wanted to take his cock into her mouth, to find out how his semen tasted compared to mine, to feel the creamy liquid flowing hot into her mouth and hitting the back of her throat. She knew not all boys were into anal sex, and I cautioned her to be careful he didn't get too excited and hurt her by being rough, but she said if he wanted to fuck her in the ass, she would let him.

When she told me that, it turned me on so much I lifted her full-length face-up onto my body, took the backs of her knees in my hands and spread her buttocks wide. She reached her hand down, curled her fingers round the shaft of my throbbing cock and positioned the glans against her asshole, overflowing with cum from when I buggered her the night before. It might mean I was late for work and she was late for school, but there was always time for a quickie. And a perfect quickie it was; I fucked her asshole hot and hard until I added another heavy load to the mass of thick, slippery sperm that oozed out over my cock when I first entered her.

And now here we were, at 4pm and she was home from school. Teresa flipped off the boater she wore for school and dropped it on the sofa with her school bag. She walked across and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek. Then she said, "Daddy, this is Matthew," and I looked across at the boy standing by the door.

I could see why my daughter was so attracted to Matthew. Black hair, blue eyes and a muscular body are a powerful combination and Matthew was very handsome. He looked nervous and I saw the plea in Teresa's eyes that I didn't make a fuss. So I simply smiled and said casually, "Hi Matthew, it's nice to meet you," and started typing again.

I knew I'd done the right thing because Teresa bent and gave me another quick kiss and then said, in a casual voice, "We'll be in my room, playing videogames and listening to music. Let me know if it's too loud."

"Thanks, sweetheart," I said, smiling distractedly, as if I was too busy to be interested. I saw out of the corner of my eye that Matthew visibly relaxed.

"Matthew's still able to stay for dinner?" I asked.

"If that's alright, Mr. Cazalet?" Matthew said and I liked that he was well-mannered.

"Delighted. We can share a beer," I said and caught the warning look in Teresa's eyes. Oops, too much. Oh well, I almost got it right...

*

For the next hour I sat and worked on the spreadsheet, moving investments between accounts to maximize returns for the client and my bank. Now and again I heard happy shouts and the occasional yell of triumph from behind the closed door of Teresa's bedroom but mostly just the heavy thump-thump bass of the bands my daughter liked.

I got up, stretched and walked over to the kitchen unit to make myself coffee. The door to Teresa's bedroom opened and she appeared. She'd changed out of her school clothes into a white cut-off T-shirt that left her midriff bare and I guessed she was not wearing a bra because her nipples stood out against the thin cotton. Super-tight denim shorts showed off her pert, curvy little butt. Walking to the fridge she reached in for two cans of Coke, grabbed a big bag of Doritos from a cupboard and gave me a cheeky grin.

"Who's winning?" I asked before she could disappear.

"He is," she said. Then she whispered, "Because I'm letting him."

"Neat," I said with a grin. Nothing like softening up the male ego before she put on her killer seduction moves. Hell, it always works with me.

About 6.00pm I cooked the pizza, made a big bowl of fries, opened more Coke and poured myself a glass of Chardonnay. Then I walked down the hallway and tapped on Teresa's bedroom door. I could swear I heard scrabbling from inside but I just shouted, "Dinner, guys," and went back to the kitchen.

Teresa and Matthew appeared soon after my knock. My daughter's lips were swollen and there was color in Matthew's cheeks. I wondered what the forfeit was for losing their game and suddenly a flash of jealousy hit the pit of my stomach. Teresa wanted this boy, wanted him fiercely, and I suddenly felt second-best, something I was not used to.

But I hid it well and made polite conversation, asking Matthew how he was getting on at school, what he was thinking about doing for a career, and found out his parents were divorced and he lived with his mother. In return, I told him about Teresa's late mother and her wealthy Grandmaman so he could answer his mother's questions when she asked about his new girlfriend's family. Maybe I was being possessive but I wanted Matthew's mother to appreciate he was fortunate in Teresa being attracted to him, not just the other way around.

The food was gone in short order and I carried the plates over to the sink.

"You don't mind if we -?" Teresa started to say.

"Of course not," I said and watched her take Matthew's hand and lead him off to the sanctuary of the closed bedroom door. I tidied around and made myself comfortable on the sofa by unbuckling the belt of my pants, taking my cock out and masturbating slowly. It soothed the jealousy and made waiting easier.

It was about twenty minutes later and the music coming from down the hall had stopped. I tucked my cock back in my pants and made my way to stand outside Teresa's bedroom.

I could hear my daughter moaning with pleasure. Soft, rhythmic moans like those forced from her chest every time she took the full length of my cock in her pussy or ass. I pictured her face down on the bed, ass up, her eyes closed in ecstasy, a little line of drool coming from the corner of her mouth as she edged ever closer to orgasm.

It took a huge amount of willpower but I stood, listening, my super-hard cock throbbing in my pants. Finally I heard the sound I was waiting for. My daughter crying out, "Yes... oh YESSS!" followed by a long drawn out sigh of intense pleasure from a male throat.

I knocked on the door and then walked in without waiting for a response.

"Hey guys, would you like -" I started to say and then stopped.

Teresa was lying face down on the bed, her shorts on the floor, her T-shirt up round her neck. Matthew, his pants round his ankles and his school shirt open, was lying on top of my daughter, his hips between Teresa's widespread legs. I could clearly see his cock was buried in her pussy and he was whispering softly and kissing her cheek. From the heavy scent of sex in the room I guessed this wasn't their first climax since their lovemaking session began.

Matthew struggled to climb off the bed and get to his feet. His cock, wet and glistening, hung down. A blob of semen slowly dripped from the tip and onto the carpet. I glanced across at the wet lips of my daughter's cunt. They were pink and swollen, Matthew's sperm oozing from the opening.

"Matthew, I'd like to talk to you in the living room, please," I said. Then I added, "And you, Miss, are too young to be having sex. Stay here, please."

"But Daddy -!" Teresa started to say.

I ignored her and left the room.

In the living room I sat behind the desk. Matthew appeared and stood before me, his clothes hastily rearranged.

"Sit down," I said.

"Sir, I'm sorry," he blurted out. "I wouldn't do - "

"-- anything my daughter hadn't encouraged you do?" I said sharply. "So it's her fault?"

"No, sir, I wasn't going to say that, and I didn't think it."

I admired the boy's courage but gave no sign.

"I love Teresa," Matthew said firmly. "I mean, we love each other."

"Oh for goodness' sake," I said, snapping at him. "What do either of you know about love? You're like every teenage boy who thinks with his cock. You wanted to fuck her and then brag about it to your buddies. I can hear you, 'Hey, guess what, I gave it to Teresa Cazalet last night!' just so some envious little shit can high-five you and say, 'No way, dude, can I do her next?"

"I would never do that," Matthew said in a firm voice, his eyes meeting mine. "I never would. Ever. Please believe me."

That was what I was looking for. Matthew's sincere-sounding statement meant Teresa could enjoy the pleasure of a sexual relationship with this boy while ensuring her reputation wasn't dragged through the mud.

I softened my voice and closed my eyes, leaning back in my chair. "Do you really love her?"

I asked because I believe it's possible for a boy of 18 to be in love as much as a man of 40. And I knew how strongly Teresa felt about Matthew.

"Yes. We're best friends and she makes me laugh and I get so turned on just listening to her say funny things, and I love the color of her eyes and the way her bum jiggles when she's wearing short skirts. I just can't keep my hands off her. I'm sorry, but it's true."

"Lord, you have got it bad, haven't you?" I said, smiling at him for the first time. "You know at her age she could break your heart tomorrow by falling in love with another boy? Teenage girls are very fickle."

"I know. But she won't. She says she loves me too and I believe her."

"Okay, okay," I said. "Then you better go back so she can see I didn't slit your throat in a jealous rage or something."

Matthew stood up, relief written on his face. And there were other emotions there as well. Excitement and desire. He was ready for round two...

I had achieved what I wanted for Teresa. Now it was time to put into effect the part of the plan Teresa knew nothing about.

Just as the boy was about to walk back down the hallway I said, "Matthew, do you know what a voyeur is?"

"Someone who likes to watch people having sex?" Matthew said, his gaze quizzical, wondering why I'd asked.

"Would it shock you to know I'm a voyeur?" I said. "That I get off on watching people having sex, listening to their pleasure?"

"I guess not," he said but he didn't sound very sure.

"I'd like to come along in a few moments and watch you making love to Teresa," I said softly. "How would you feel about that?"

"It would be kind of kinky," he said truthfully. "But I wouldn't mind. Is it okay if I ask Teresa?"

"Sure," I said, knowing exactly what her answer would be. "If she says yes, don't come back to tell me. Just do whatever turns you both on. Okay?"

"Okay," he said and grinned at me.

Matthew and I had reached an understanding.

I waited long enough for Matthew to explain what had happened between us and for Teresa to show him how much she'd missed him. Then I walked along the hallway to my bedroom, stripped off my clothes and quietly opened the door to my daughter's bedroom.

As I expected, Teresa was sitting astride Matthew. This time she was naked, leaning forward slightly to brace her hands on his chest as she raised and lowered herself on the upright pole of his erect cock. Once more the jealousy flared in my stomach but this time I aimed to do something about it.

Matthew's eyes widened as he saw my prick, as stiff as an iron bar, jutting out from my groin. But if he was taken by surprise he didn't show it. He just kept flexing his hips up slowly, driving his cock deep into my daughter's pussy and then relaxing back so she could push herself down onto him, grinding her beautiful little ass round on his cock buried to the hilt inside her. I knew Matthew would be in heaven: Teresa has amazing muscle control and loves to tighten the slick walls of her cunt along the length of my cock when she sits astride me.

I walked across to the bed. Teresa turned her head, a dreamy look of passionate pleasure on her face, her eyes hooded with lust.

"Hello, darling Daddy," she said in a soft voice. "Did you come to watch us making love? Matthew said you were and I really want you to."

I reached down and stroked her head gently. Then I moved closer. "Not just to watch, sweetie," I said and brought the swollen head of my cock, the tip glistening with oily pre-cum, close to her mouth.

Teresa gave Matthew a sexy little smile and then opened her lips, taking the head of my cock into her mouth. She sucked and swallowed at the same time, all the while raising and lowering herself on Matthew's prick, confident in her ability to satisfy both the adult whose cock was filling her mouth and the boy fucking his cock into the wet depths of her cunt.

I could have come happily within seconds, flooding Teresa's mouth with my hot, thick semen. But my daughter's beautiful, curvy bum turns me on the most and it was time to introduce her to a new experience, one I had a feeling she would enjoy. A lot...

Sliding my prick from the clasping embrace of her lips, I reached in her nightstand for the lube, took the cap off and squeezed a thick dollop along the length of my shaft.

"Daddy, I don't know if - " she started to say but I leaned across and kissed her, tasting the salty sweetness of my sperm in her mouth.

"You can, darling girl," I said. "You'll see," and I climbed onto the bed between Matthew's outstretched legs and put my hands on Teresa's waist, holding her steady.

Matthew stopped his upward thrusts for a moment and waited expectantly. I could hear Teresa breathing hard, intensely turned on but fearful at the same time.

I edged closer until the length of my cock was nuzzled between the cheeks of Teresa's perfect ass. My pendant balls stroked against the base of Matthew's cock and his twin sacs, the skin drawn up tight from the pleasure he was experiencing. Slowly, I worked my cock up and down the furrow between my daughter's buttocks, rubbing lube over the pucker of her anus. The sensation was amazing; my hot flesh against her tight little muscle which twitched with anticipation. In fact, it was so arousing I had to get inside her or I would come too soon.

I reached down and slid my oily fingers along the length of my prick and positioned the glans, slippery with lube and precum, against my daughter's anal sphincter.

"Oh please, Daddy, yes," Teresa moaned, her voice hoarse with lust.

I didn't need telling twice but Matthew's sizeable cock in the adjoining hole made my job harder than usual. I felt Teresa tense and leaned down to nuzzle her neck, whispering softly, "Open up, sweetheart. It will feel wonderful, I promise."

Teresa nodded and arched her hips up, thrusting out her ass so the tiny mouth of her sphincter flexed open. I took advantage and pressed gently, feeling my cock slide past the taut muscle until it closed tight around my coronal ridge. I was inside her rectum and smiled down at Matthew, knowing the battle was half-won.

My daughter turned her head for an enthusiastic kiss and then leaned down and did the same to the boy lying naked under her. It was her way of saying 'go for it' and a moment later I felt the delicious sensation of sliding my cock deep into my daughter's rectum at the same time as my prick rubbed against Matthew's cock filling the adjoining passage, the two of us separated by only the thinnest membrane.

A deep sensuous moan escaped Teresa's mouth and I felt her tremble in ecstasy. Nothing she had experienced to date had prepared her for being double-penetrated. Every fiber of her being, every sensitive nerve ending in her cunt and ass, was responding to the two thick, hard cocks plowing in and out of her body. And Matthew and I quickly worked up a perfect rhythm. One moment he was buried to the hilt in her pussy, the head of his cock throbbing against mine buried to the balls in her asshole, the next he had withdrawn and I was plowing my prick into Teresa's bowels, forcing soft cries and moans of pleasure from my daughter's throat.

Of course our threesome couldn't last long, however much I wanted it to. Even considering the prodigious amount of spunk produced by the average teenage boy, I reckoned Matthew had already come two or three times before our sex session started and I was amazed he managed to hold out as long as he did, given he was sharing his girlfriend with her own father.

Concentrating as I was on repeatedly fucking my prick deep into the slick tightness of my daughter's rectum, I still heard Matthew's groan as he reached the point of no return and a moment later I felt his cock swelling in the adjoining passage as he arched his hips up and began to shudder in orgasm. The liquid heat spurting into her cunt made Teresa cry out loud and her whole body shook as she climaxed, the spasms making her asshole jerk on my cock, milking my gushing cum into the depths of her bowels, spurt after spurt until I was totally drained.

"That was amazing," Matthew managed to say with some difficulty.

"Yes. It was," said Teresa, and turned to smile at me, a sweet, girlish smile reassuring me how important I was to her, even though her pussy was overflowing with her boyfriend's sperm.

And me? I simply smiled back and closed my eyes, savoring the afterglow of my orgasm, secure in the knowledge there was no way Matthew could tell his friends how incredible it was to fuck my beautiful daughter. Not, that is, if he wanted to go on doing it. And I was pretty damn sure he did...

End.

[Concluded in Part 2]