Learning to Live with Lisa

Learning to Live with Daughters - Lisa

This is a work of fiction. All characters are over the age of 18.

This story is a continuation of my original three-part series.

I'm new at this, so any critique is appreciated... but please, be gentle (lol).

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Chapter 7

First, let me give you some description of myself and the amazing women I share a life with. I like to say that I'm six-foot-two, but with age and back injuries, I'm actually closer to five-foot-eleven. During the latter part of a failed marriage, I let my health go, and gained quite a bit of weight; however, turning sixty was weighing on me (pun intended), so I've been trying to get in better shape. At 220 pounds, I'm not quite to 'dad bod' status, but I'm getting there. Since the back injury, the only sport I really do now is golf, but the walking helps. I've got sandy brown hair, brown eyes, and a deep, baritone voice. I started growing a beard at the beginning of Covid; it's coming in mostly grey, but I think it frames and shapes my face quite well.

I had started dating Terry just before Covid forced everyone into lockdown, so my apartment became our little sanctuary during all the craziness. I'd moved in with Terry (now 55) just over four years ago, into the home she shares with her three daughters; Nicholle (Nicki, now 25), Danielle (Dani, now 24), and Lisa (now 19).

Since this letter is about Lisa, let me describe her a little.

Lisa, the youngest of the three daughters, recently graduated from high school and just turned 19 this summer. She's a sweet kid... young woman, actually. She is typically shy and quiet but seems to really open up when she gets with her sisters.

At five-foot-two-inches, Lisa is slightly shorter than her mom and both her sisters. Her dark blonde hair is cut about shoulder length. She's thin like her oldest sister, maybe weighs a hundred pounds, but still has a softness to her. Like every other woman in this house, it's hard to tell what her actual bra size is because she never wears one. I'm just guessing, but her cup size is either a larger A or smaller B.

As I have described in my previous letters, there'd been a small incident where Lisa had sent me a video by accident. A few weeks after that, I'd stumbled upon Dani working as a Bikini Barista, followed up a week later when Dani had spied in on me fucking her mom (I mention that encounter in my second letter). In my third letter, I describe how Lisa had also caught me jerking off and wanted to watch. She had gotten so turned on that she knelt over my face and asked me to lick her.

A lot happened with the girls since we'd returned from vacation, but each seems to be at their own pace, so I feel the need to address the changing dynamics with each stepdaughter separately.

The girls have become much more open and uninhibited around the house... around me. The new hot tub has been a huge hit with everyone, and the warmer weather and hot tub at home has meant there's been a lot fewer clothes. As the weather continues to get warmer, even the t-shirts and panties that they had all been wearing around the house have been replaced by bikinis. Some evenings, I still see their tight little asses poking out under t-shirts as they walk around the house before bed, but bikinis have become their main attire during the day.

***

"Mathew...?" a soft voice asked.

I looked up and saw Lisa near the arm of the couch. I hadn't been able to sleep, so I was sitting in the living room, reading.

I closed my book and turned slightly, so that I wasn't twisting my neck.

Lisa was wearing an oversized gray t-shirt that I'd seen her in many times over the years.

"Can I ask you something?" Lisa continued. As she spoke, she rested her shin on the arm of the couch. This raised the hem of her t-shirt and exposed her thigh and a good portion of her creamy ass cheek. Her hand came up and rested lightly on her exposed thigh.

It was difficult not to stare, but I managed to pry my gaze away, and look back to her pretty blue eyes.

"Sure, sweetheart... what's up?"

After a short pause, Lisa finally asked, "Did you ever tell anyone about the video... I mean videos?"

"No, sweetie. That was something I've kept private... between us."

She shifted her stance and her thigh seemed to spread a little wider in front of me.

"Do you still have it?" She asked softly.

"Which one?"

"The second one... the one that wasn't an accident."

I pulled out my phone and opened my hidden-photos folder. Embarrassingly, I pulled it up quickly, and handed my phone to her.

Lisa watched the whole, short video once, then started it again. This time, the hand on her thigh moved to her inner thigh and her fingertips started to make tiny little circles as her fingers moved higher.

As the video ended, her hand stopped moving and she handed me back my phone. Lisa's other hand was well up inside her elevated thigh. Not against her pussy, but very close.

"What about the other thing... you know... when I caught you...? Did you tell anyone?" She seemed really nervous about asking.

"No Lisa. I haven't told anyone. But I think, maybe, you did."

"I'm so sorry," she stammered. "I told Dani and she told Nicki. Then Nicki confronted me about it... it just sorta exploded. Are you mad?"

"No, sweetie... I'm not mad."

I paused for a moment, then continued, "I'm not sure how much your mom knows, but all the teasing while we were on vacation actually helped our sex life. I know she yelled at Nicki for teasing me so much, but I think your mom actually likes seeing me flustered and turned on. She... " I stopped myself from saying more.

"She what?" Lisa pressed.

"She... umm... whenever she sees Nicki or Dani teasing me, she takes me someplace and sucks me off."

"Fuuuck... really?"

The hem of her t-shirt hid my view, but she was actively rubbing herself.

"Yeah, she says that she doesn't want me thinking about them while I'm aroused, but some of the comments she makes tells me it's turning her on when they tease me."

"Does she make comments about me?" she asked.

I didn't want to hurt her feelings, but she wanted the truth. "Lisa, you are her baby. She's having a hard time admitting that you're an adult... that you might be sexually active. Since you haven't dated anyone, she's been able to mostly ignore that."

"Do you think that?" she asked.

"No... I see you. I see you dressing sexier. You don't tease me as openly as Nicki or Dani, but you do tease me."

I looked down to where her hand was still lightly stroking her pussy below the hem. Then I looked back at her face. I chose my words carefully. "Are you horny, baby? Do you need some relief so you can sleep?"

With her shin still on the arm of the couch, she moved her thigh wide to the side and tipped her hips, revealing that she wasn't wearing panties.

Her fingers came away, glistening. She looked down and rubbed her fingertips together.

"Lisa... do you need some help, so you can sleep?"

She looked at me and hesitated for a moment, then responded quietly. "I'm not ready to give you my virginity yet."

"That's okay, sweetie. If you're not ready, you're not ready." I took her fingers and brought them to my lips and licked them. "But I can still help you," I said, before sucking them clean.

I guided her around the arm of the couch and had her sit where I had been a moment before. I told her to go ahead and lean back. As she did, both her hands covered her pussy from my view.

"It's okay... let me see. Remember... I've seen it before."

She was still reluctant. "It was dark last time. I feel really exposed."

I knelt in front of her and started kissing her thighs. First one... then the other. With each kiss, I nudged her thighs further apart.

She didn't move her hands as I kissed my way closer to her sex. I looked up into her eyes and started to kiss and lick her fingers.

Lisa slowly moved one hand, but instead of pulling it away, she turned her fingertips and touched my lips. My tongue slipped between them. Then they were on my cheek.

"Your beard kinda tickles."

"Is that okay?", I asked.

"I kinda like it," Lisa replied.

At first, I couldn't tell if she wanted me to stop, but then the pressure on my cheek changed... not pulling me as much as guiding me forward with her fingertips.

Her eyes never left mine as her other hand started to slowly move upwards. When she knew she was fully exposed, her eyes left mine for a brief moment. When they returned, there seemed to be worry behind them.

I glanced down and back up, trying to reassure her, before looking back down. My fingers lightly brushed some of her pubes out of the way, and I saw her nineteen-year-old pussy for the first time.

She didn't shave... that was obvious, but the hair on her mons was sparse and soft. It was thicker and longer above her pubic bone, but still incredibly soft, as my fingers felt its dampness.

I looked back up and smiled at her. "It's so pretty, Lisa," I said, honestly.

I flattened my tongue and gave her a long, slow lick, before wrapping my lips around her hood and clit. "Mmmm... your pussy tastes so sweet."

One hand was woven into my hair, gently pulling me closer, while her other was at her own lips. She was almost mimicking my tongue, as I licked her again.

I went a little deeper with each pass. Each lick started a little lower. Each kiss at the top, sucking a little harder, trying to coax her clit out from her hood.

I touched her perineum and sucked gently before sliding my tongue deep into her pink folds... fucking her with it. I pressed my thumb against it, slid up and into her wet pussy as I started to suck harder on her now exposed clit... rolling my tongue over the sensitive nub.

Lisa whimpered, and I looked up to see her eyes roll up and her back arch. Her sweet juices flooded my mouth as her body began to shake. Not a massive orgasm, just a little one that seemed to roll up her body.

Her eyes were on mine again, and I asked, "Did you like that?"

She nodded.

"Do you need another one?", I asked.

She nodded again.

I went back to licking her tender folds, but this time without the tentative exploration I'd used before. This time, I wanted to make her cum so hard her body would shake until her orgasm splashed out.

I pushed her knees to her chest and her hands wrapped her legs and pulled them back wide for me. I dipped lower and ran my tongue across her asshole, then pressed my thumb against it, as I sucked on her clit again.

Her breathing turned to sharp, little inhales, as I sucked rhythmically on her clit. My thumb slid away and then pressed into her virgin pussy. Not deep... just enough that she could feel it fill her opening.

I was shallow-fucking her with the pad of my thumb and sucking her clit to the same rhythm. She moaned and rocked her hips, pulling her knees to her chest with every shallow thrust, like she wanted my thumb to go deeper.

One of Lisa's hands shot up to cover her mouth, as she started to scream and grunt. Her hips started to thrust against my mouth, but she continued to hold one leg to her chest. Her other leg was wrapped over my shoulder, as she tried to pull me closer.

"Oh... Ohhh... Oh my... ghaaaa... ghhhh!" she screamed into her hand, as my thick thumb broke through her hymen and plunged deeper.

I moved my thumb up, pressed it to her G-spot, and she came! Liquid splashed my chin and coated my beard.

I kissed her clit and sat back... keeping my thumb inside; feeling her orgasm ripple around it.

I waited until Lisa's eyes opened, and I saw her exhaustion. Slowly, I removed my thumb while gently playing with her lips and spreading her juices over her clit. I just watched her while she caught her breath. She brought her knees together, and tried to cover her face with her hands.

"Sweetheart, you have nothing to be embarrassed about," I told her. "You look beautiful when you cum!"

"Did I pee on you?" she asked?

I helped her spread her legs again and ran my fingers through her pussy, up through her bush, and then took her hands away from her face.

"No, Lisa. That was just an orgasm. A really good one. Never be ashamed of that." I asked, "Will you do something for me?"

Lisa nodded, but looked nervous.

I caressed her lips with my thumb. The same thumb that had fucked her.

"Taste."

She opened her lips and my thumb slid in.

"Taste it, baby. You taste so good to me."

Her lips closed around it; her tongue licked it and swirled around it. Lisa closed her eyes and started sucking... bobbing her head, like she was sucking a small cock. Then it was like a switch had gone off... she grabbed my hand and started to fuck her own mouth.

She stopped suddenly and popped my thumb out. "HOLY FUCK! I... I was imagining it was your cock. I want to know what that's like... what YOU taste like."

"Let's save that for another night... Okay?"

Lisa sat up and leaned forward to hug me. She snuggled into me for a long time, with her head on my chest and her legs wrapped tightly around my waist. I knew she could feel my hard cock throb against her through my thin shorts.

Then she kissed my cheek and said, "Okay..."

We both stood up, and her t-shirt slipped back down into place.

She kissed my cheek again, but this time, it caught the side of my lips and I adjusted slightly so that our lips aligned. My hand caressed her neck as the kiss lingered... both of us reluctant to end it, but too afraid to let it become more. (At least that's how I felt.)

Lisa turned her head and whispered in my ear, "Goodnight, Mathew. Thank you." And then she slipped past me.

I called out, "Goodnight, sweetheart," as she left the room.

***

I worked from home the next day and was in the kitchen making lunch, when Lisa finally rolled out of bed. She walked sleepily into the kitchen, her bare feet making soft, slapping sounds on the stone-tile floor. She was still wearing the gray, oversized t-shirt from the night before, but it looked slept-in, like she had gone to her room and just crawled into bed.

"Hey sweetie... want something to eat? I'm warming up leftovers."

I knew the answer. (I shouldn't even bother asking, really. Leftovers were never her thing.)

I heard a grunt and something that vaguely sounded like, "Coffee," but I truly wasn't sure.

"There is a cold-brew on the top shelf," I said, as she opened the fridge.

Twenty seconds later, she had downed half the can. "Where is everyone," she asked, while taking a breath.

"Nicki is at work and your mom and Dani are out shopping. I guess they needed to pick some things for their drive to Portland this weekend."

"Oh, yeah... their trip to Portland," she said, before finishing the rest of the cold-brew.

She informed me she was going to take a shower and I watched her from behind the kitchen island, as she started to leave.

"They should be back soon," I called out to her, before she passed the dining table.

"That's too bad!" she replied, while peeling off the t-shirt, continuing to walk away. Her perky, bare ass swaying as she walked down the hall and into the bathroom.

I just stood there with my mouth open like a fool. (Was that an invitation? Felt like an invitation. Damn it... I had a Zoom call in fifteen minutes! Nothing I can do now.)

***

On Saturday morning, I got up early and made breakfast for everyone. Terry and Danni wanted to get out early for their road trip before traffic got too bad, but they were moving slowly, so they probably wouldn't leave until after noon. Normally, it was a three-hour drive to Portland, but knowing the way Terry drives her sexy, little sportscar, she would make it in two-and-a-half.

After they left, the house felt quiet. I knew Lisa was in the house somewhere... probably in her room. I decided to do some laundry (hey... it's got to get done by somebody) and then sit down and read for a while.

I had just started the washer when I heard a loud crash and a scream come from Lisa's room. I ran up the stairs, taking two or three at a time, and sprinted down the hall.

"Lisa", I called out as I threw open her door?

She was standing next to her closet, arms above her head, holding up the edge of a bookshelf that was actively spilling its entire contents onto her head... one... item... at... a time!

I rushed over and took the weight, and she let go.

That's when I noticed she was naked, except for her tiny, black, thong panties.

"I got this. Are you Okay?"

"Yeah... I'm fine," she said, and covered her exposed breasts with one arm. "I was just trying to get something, and the whole thing started to fall."

"Why don't you go grab the stepstool from the kitchen, and clear off the shelf. Then I can fix it."

She trotted out of the room, while I held up the collapsing shelf, and came back a minute later with the stool. When she stepped up onto the stool to start removing books and other small objects, her breasts were at eye level. Her perfect... perky... barely B-cup breasts bounced and swayed right in front of me. At first, her movements were quick... rushed, as she cleared off the items most likely to fall, but then her movements started to slow down. Her breasts stopped bouncing and began to sway in front of me... in front of my lips. Then she took a cloth and started to wipe it across the shelf, clearing off the dust. Each time she moved, her nipple would graze my cheek or slide across my lips.

When she first stood on the stool, her nipples looked soft, and her areolas flat, pale coral color that was maybe four shades darker than her creamy breast. Neither of which had ever been exposed to the sun.

Each time her nipple touched my lips, it felt harder. Each time she moved to where I could see it, the areola was smaller... tighter.

It stopped... barely touching my lips.

I looked up, and saw Lisa was looking down at me. She pressed towards me and I opened my lips, taking half her breast into my mouth and rolled my tongue over her hard nipple.

She whimpered as I pulled away. Her eyes were searching mine... not sure what for exactly, but searching. Almost pleading.

"Baby, I can't hold this up forever," I said, finally.

That seemed to snap her out of it and she jumped off the stool. "Oh... right!"

I took the shelf off and left the one bracket still attached to the wall, while I got my tools to fix the other one. It took less than ten minutes, and Lisa stayed by my side the whole time, helping me with tools or lending an extra hand, but never bothering to put on the shirt.

She hugged me and thanked me for 'coming to her rescue' with another lingering kiss. This time, there was no attempt to kiss my cheek. Lisa planted her lips firmly on mine and held them there for maybe... six heartbeats, then tipped her head down in what looked like embarrassment.

I pulled her chin back to mine and kissed her again... softly, sensually, with intent. "Don't be embarrassed. You okay now?" I asked, softly.

Before Lisa could respond, her phone lit up on the bed beside her. It was Dani trying to Face-Time her. She picked up the phone, I presumed to answer, and I walked out to put my tools away.

As I walked down the hall, I heard Dani's voice ask, "Why are you naked?"

Lisa's voice answered, "Fuck off... I'm in my room. What do you...."

I couldn't hear the rest, but she sounded frustrated.

***

Later that day, Nikki came home and showered before letting me know she was going out with friends and probably wouldn't be back. They were going to go hiking in the morning, so she was going to stay the night.

I ordered pizza, and Lisa sat in the living room with me while we ate. (You have no idea how unusual that is. Maybe you do. I've never had teenagers before, so it's all new to me).

The conversation was light and easy. No serious discussions about how inappropriate things had been, just... normal, like the way we used to talk when she rode with me to school the year before.

Lisa had been scrolling or typing on her phone for a few minutes, so I said, "I think I'm going to get in the hot tub."

She just responded, "Okay," and kept typing.

***

I had just settled into the hot tub, when I decided to call Terry to see how her trip with Dani was going. The call went to voicemail, but I got a text almost immediately, saying she'd call me right back, so I settled back against the jets and sipped my wine.

Terry sent me a text: 'Where are you. Are you alone?'

I text back that I was in the hot tub.

My phone lit up with a video call and Terry's smiling face appeared.

"Hey, beautiful."

"Hi, handsome."

"How are you two doing? How was the drive?"

"We made great time... and maybe broke a few laws," I heard Dani yell from somewhere off screen. Terry just laughed.

We talked for a while before Terry got quiet. "So... Dani and I were talking. Some... interesting things came up."

"Oh?" Suddenly, my pulse spiked as panic flooded through me.

"She told me about where she's working," she said, before adding, "and that you know." She continued, "We'll talk more when I get home. I love you and I wish you were here."

The screen shook as Dani took the phone. "I wish you were here, too!"

Then the screen flipped. There stood Dani, framed in the hotel mirror. Her brown hair falling playfully over one shoulder, ending halfway down her perfect bare breasts. She slid a hand over her taut abdomen and into her lacy black panties.

"Okay... that's enough Dani," I heard Terry say. She was smiling as she took the phone back.

When the camera switched back to selfie mode, Terry's voice was soft and sensual. "I really... hehe... WE... really wish you were here! I love you."

"I love you, too!"

The call ended, but I received a text from Dani a minute later: 'Be gentle with my baby sister. All is good with mom, but you might need to take Viagra when we get home!'

I was just recovering from the call, when Lisa stepped outside, wrapped in a giant beach towel.

"Can I join you?"

I said, "Sure," and moved over to give her space.

What happened next was probably the sexiest thing I had ever witnessed.

Lisa sat on the edge of the hot tub; she turned to slide her feet into the water before standing back up. She made direct eye contact and started to remove the towel... slowly undoing the knot, and then opening the towel. First, the edge of her breast was revealed, then her ribcage, then the edge of her hip was exposed. Only when she knew I wasn't going to look away, did she unwrap the rest of the towel, and tossed it to the chair beside the hot tub.

Lisa paused for a moment, letting my brain catch up... my eyes drinking in the sight of my beautiful nineteen-year-old stepdaughter. She had recently gotten a haircut, and her short, sandy-blonde hair perfectly framed her round face. She'd been wearing her glasses more lately, but that night, she didn't have them on, so I could see her bright blue eyes... widespread in her round face. Her tiny, button nose and tender lips that were on the thin side, made her look like a little pixie doll.

Maybe it was the evening light, but her petite frame looked thinner... like she was losing that baby-fat that had made her look softer. She'd been working a lot and going to yoga with Nicki, so maybe that was it.

What stood before me was a woman... confident in what she wanted, and at that moment, she wanted me to look.

She wasn't naked, but she wasn't wearing a bikini, either. Her small, perky breasts shone in the evening light. The tan lines made them almost shine in all their creamy perfection. There was no sag to them, just a faint line below where her ribcage ended and each breast began; both peaks topped by erect nipples.

As my gaze moved down her body, her abdomen was taut and her waist trim, before flaring out ever so slightly at her hips.

Lisa was wearing white lace panties that I had never seen in her drawer. (Yes, I snoop! I'm a pervert, what can I say!)

She took a step further into the pool and the water covered her panties and waist, as she came towards me. She took my wine glass and took a small sip before straddling my waist and settled her cute little ass onto my lap.

She never said a word, just placed the glass on the edge and leaned in to kiss me.

Her kisses were tender yet inexperienced. Lisa had only been on three dates in the six years I'd known her and the last two happened the weeks before she graduated, all with different boys.

My hands traced up her tiny waist and onto her back, as hers braced on my shoulders.

For the next two hours, we sat like that in the warm water, as we laughed and talked. And I taught this vision of youthful beauty how to kiss. How to tease and tempt. How to plant an idea in your partner's mind of the thing you want to do to them, or the things you would want them to do to you. How sucking a man's bottom lip and lightly bobbing your head could make him imagine you doing the same to his cock. How when someone turned their head a little and lightly drags their tongue across your lips a few times, they were either telling you they wanted to feel their tongue on your pussy, or you wanted to feel their tongue on yours.

And how there was a time and a place for dueling tongues, or a full, open-mouth kiss. (Sometimes I just don't understand it. Watch some Japanese porn and tell me I'm wrong!)

Lisa asked me to take my swim trunks off, so I pushed them down, and she slid back onto my lap. She placed one hand gently around the top half as her panty-clad pussy started to grind along my rigid shaft. The wet lace created friction, even with the warm water.

I grabbed her ass and pulled her hard against my throbbing cock as our breathing started to get ragged.

I had to slow her down, or I would have cum right there in the hot tub... and I didn't want that. Not for me, and not for her. I thought she was so close to her own orgasm, that I apologized as I held her hips still.

She whimpered, but said, "It's okay... I understand. I think I was close, too."

I kissed her and whispered, "Would you like to join me in the bedroom?"

She nodded slowly, while biting her lip.

"Would you prefer yours or mine?"

"I think maybe mine... Is that okay?"

I cupped her young face and whispered. "Yes, sweetheart. That's completely okay. I want you to feel comfortable."

Getting out of the hot tub was not nearly as sexy as watching Lisa get into it, and I said so.

Lisa's face lit up with pride and maybe a little embarrassment.

We managed to get out without killing ourselves, but we were both laughing by the time we had dried each other off. She took special care to dry my cock, while kneeling in front of me.

I could see she wanted to do more while she was there on her knees, but I offered her my hand to help her to her feet. I really didn't want her first blowjob to be kneeling on a concrete patio in the dark.

I led her through the patio slider and turned to her. "I don't think you need these anymore," I said, and pushed her panties down and had her step out of the wet lace.

"No... not anymore." She said it with such confidence that I knew she had already made her decision.

She took my hand and led me up the stairs and down the hall. She turned in her doorway, wrapped her arms around me, and began giving me the most sensual kiss she had all night, as she walked backwards toward her bed. When her legs touched the bed, the kiss shifted and she started to lick across my lips and suck the corner of my mouth... just the way I had shown her.

As she sat down, her legs began to spread. I knew what she wanted. She'd just told me with that kiss.

"Sweetheart, you shaved. You didn't have to do that for me," I said, as I knelt between her open thighs.

"Is it okay?", she asked. "I thought you would like it. I remembered that you shave your... penis."

"Cock," I corrected her.

"That you shave your cock... and balls. I also remembered that the girl in that video was shaved, but I couldn't decide if you would like me to leave a little or shave it completely."

"This is perfect, Lisa... You are perfect," and I kissed the little tuft of hair she had kept on top.

Her pussy was an 'innie', where her inner lips were hidden, until you spread the vulva wide. And the hood over her clit showed just a crescent of bean below its mask. Her vaginal opening was small, with more than an inch of tender skin before changing color around her puckered anus.

She sat and watched, as my lips and tongue continued further down. I had been gentle with her the night before, but at that moment, my cock was throbbing and her juices were leaking out. I buried my face in her delicious, wet cunt and did everything I had ever learned to make this woman cum on my tongue.

I heard muffled moans and cries, so I looked up and saw Lisa had clamped both hands tightly over her mouth. Her eyes shone with surprise at the difference from the night before.

"It's okay," I said. "You can be as loud as you need to. I want to hear. I want you to tell me what feels good. I crave it... and I crave the taste of your beautiful cunt."

Her eyes went wide at the word, but as soon as I sucked her exposed clit, she screamed out, "OH FUCK!" and clutched the bedspread in tight fists.

I tried to continue, but she pushed back onto the bed and clamped her legs shut, as her body shook.

I followed her up onto the bed and bent down to kiss her. Her hungry lips met mine, kissing and sucking on mine... tasting herself on them. I kissed down her neck, then across her chest... down the side of her breast. I teased the sensitive skin with my beard before taking half her beast into my mouth, and rolling my tongue over her nipple.

I must have been going too roughly, because Lisa cupped my chin and asked, "Can you go softer, Mathew?"

"Mmm-Hmmm," I moaned, and changed my approach. I had gotten lost in my own lust and forgot that this was probably the first time someone else had ever touched her breasts.

So, I changed tactics. I caressed and kissed... licked and sucked on the soft, white skin. I brushed my lips and beard across each nipple, then gently took one in between my lips and inhaled, sending cool air across her erect nipple.

While I lavished my attention on Lisa's beautiful, young breasts, my hand caressed down her body. My fingertips tickled their way down her belly, and I started to run my fingers through her trimmed tuft. Then over her newly bare mound.

I turned and followed my fingers' path with my lips. Then, on hands and knees, my lips and other hand explored every exquisite detail as it came into view.

I felt her move and her hand gently grasped my hard cock. She began to stroke it with soft fingers. Then she tightened her grip... testing to see how it felt in her hand.

My cock throbbed and pulsed in response.

Lisa started to stroke my shaft with longer strokes. I looked back at her and watched her eyes, as I slid my middle finger over her clit and into her open pussy. Every stroke she made was matched by my plunging finger, as we watched each other's eyes. As she sped up, so did I. As her grip on my cock got harder, my hand came down harder on her mound, plunging my finger deeper and slapping at her clit.

I thought we might cum together, but she beat me to the peak.

She threw her head back and her whole body arched off the bed as her orgasm took hold. Her sweet nectar sprayed out into my cupped hand and drenched the sheet.

I was going to give her a moment to catch her breath as soon as the quaking stopped, but as soon as her eyes opened, she pushed me onto my back and took my cock to the back of her throat, while furiously jacking my shaft.

I didn't have time to warn her. My cum just started pouring down her throat. (I don't usually explode like most men do. It just flows... a lot.) Wave after wave flowed out, as my cock pulsed... and Lisa swallowed it all. She gagged a little at first, but then adjusted and milked my cock into her mouth.

She came up gasping, but had such a huge smile on her face that I chose to wait.

She turned to lie beside me and propped herself on one hand, looking down at me. "I've been wanting to do that for sooo long. Did I do it okay? I've been watching you and mom... and practicing!"

"Practicing?", I asked.

"Yeah... Nicki gave me one of her toys. I was too embarrassed to go buy one."

"You know, there is a thing called Amazon," I chuckled, as I wiped away a little drop of cum from the corner of her lips.

Before I could wipe it away on the sheets, she took my finger and licked it clean.

"Mmmmm... that's mine. I earned it."

"You certainly did."

We held each other and talked about how it felt. What she liked... what I liked... and what she was still nervous about. One question she asked surprised me.

"Do you like anal?"

"Well... I do, but I've only done it a dozen times, or so. Not many women my age like it, or at least were excited about it. Not with my... size."

"Oh! Hadn't thought about that. But Dani..."

"Well... Dani was... well prepared," I told her. "She's had some practice. Seems to really enjoy it. I take it she told you?"

"She told me All about it," she said, with a giggle.

"Have you ever tried something... in your ass?"

"No. I mean Dani has talked about it for a couple of years, but... I was a little afraid. Until you... umm..." she said, before going quiet.

"Oh!" I figured she was either thinking about when I pressed my thumb into her tight hole, or when I had licked it... maaybe both. "Well, maybe we can come back to that later. When you're ready."

Lisa had been stroking my cock the whole time, and she had noticed I got even harder while talking about anal sex.

"I'm definitely not ready for that yet, but I've liked everything you've done so far," she said, as she continued to stroke me.

Lisa leaned across my chest, kissed me, and whispered, "Mathew, will you make love to me?"

I rolled her over while still kissing and her leg wrapped my hip... pulling me. I came to rest with one leg inside her thighs, and one outside. The shaft of my hard cock slid against her clit. The head buried itself in her bush with each gentle thrust of my hips.

Her moans increased, and her breathing became shallow.

After a few minutes, I repositioned myself. Lisa's legs were pinned to my sides and I directed my cock down, but also moved higher over her. She buried her face in my chest and held on to me tightly, as my length slid down along her wet folds. Every fifth or sixth thrust, I changed the angle and the head would briefly press against her hole... before sliding out and down across her pussy again. Each time I did, my crown spread a little more of her wetness with it.

Her breathing changed to gasps every time the head was centered on her cunt, and her hips would shift... as if searching for a better angle.

Lisa had had enough of the teasing. She desperately needed more... more of my hard cock inside her. She tipped her head up and kissed me as her heels pulled on my ass. Both hands came up under my arms and held on to the back of my neck.

"Please," she begged, in a small cry.

The top side of my cock was well lubed from Lisa's wetness, but I knew the underside was still fairly dry. She watched as I brought my fingers to my mouth and dribbled saliva on them before coating the underside.

I'm sure Lisa thought she was ready... thought she understood that my cock was thicker than anything she had ever had inside her. Thicker than her fingers. Thicker than the new toy Nicki had given her. But she was tiny in comparison to my girth, and I knew this was going to hurt.

I had been worrying about it for months. (Should I go slow... one-third at a time? Should I go fast and just bury my cock to the hilt and then let her adjust to it all at once? I still don't know if I made the right decision, but I know neither of us will ever forget it.)

I pressed forward... slowly... steadily... relentlessly... until the spongy tip was lodged against her cervix... as she screamed in pain... as she kissed me, while tears streamed down her face... as her hands alternated between pushing against my shoulders, and digging her nails in while pulling me closer. All while her hips thrust up against me and her heels pressed against my ass in a desperate attempt to get my cock deeper into her painfully over-stuffed cunt.

Then I held her, as her body adjusted to the invasion, her head buried against my neck as she wept.

I tipped my hips and slid back an inch or so. "I'm so sorry I hurt you, baby," I whispered. Then pressed back into her... then again. Slowly, with as much restraint as I could control... and then again. Over and over, again and again.

The sobs slowly turned to sighs, and she began to kiss my neck.

I withdrew a little further and pressed back in a little harder. A moan escaped her lips and her nails dug into my back. Another thrust, about half my length, and her heels pressed harder on my ass.

Lisa kissed me and gripped the back of my neck.

I pulled back again until the head of my cock was just barely inside and then pushed deep.

It's hard to describe the sounds Lisa made... somewhere between a moan and a breathy gasp. She made the soft sound again on the next thrust, but it sounded more like an unfinished 'yes'.

Then I heard it... "Yes... yes... yes," with each thrust, as she kissed me with an open mouth.

She bit my lip. Intentionally or not, I didn't think she even knew, but it broke my concentration, and I slammed into her, bucked, and did it again.

Lisa's arms shot down and grabbed fists full of bedding, as her back arched. Another hard thrust and her mouth opened in a silent scream. Her eyes rolled back as her whole body stiffened and began to shake.

When the intensity of her orgasm started to ease, I scooped her up and held her to my chest, as I sat back on my knees. She clung to me, my throbbing cock still buried inside her.

Lisa's body was still shaking... and I realized she was crying when I felt her tears, as they fell onto my chest as I held her.

"Thank you, Mathew," she whispered into my chest, as I stroked her hair. "Thank you for being the one..."

"Thank you for choosing me, Lisa."

We whispered to each other for a while, before she asked, "Can we lie down? I don't want you to leave, but can we lie down?"

My softening cock slipped out as we moved, and I heard a moan of disappointment before she curled into my side and laid her head on my chest. I listened to her breathing, as it became steady, and the weight of her body relaxed as she fell asleep. It must not have been long after that, that I fell asleep, too.

Sometime later, I felt her get up to use the bathroom and then cuddle up against me again when she came back. I was just drifting off again, when I felt her small hand take my soft cock and start to stroke it.

Lisa kissed me and said quietly, "Mathew... I feel... um. My... pussy... feels empty."

She kissed my cheek, then my lips, as she straddled my hips. She kissed me deeper as she slid up the length of my growing hard-on. Just as she reached the tip, Lisa reached between us and pushed the tip inside. Her hips tipped, and her tight hole enveloped my shaft as she sank onto me.

Lisa leaned down, rested her head on my chest and was asleep again within moments.

It took a little longer for me, but I drifted off again as well.

***

Lisa was still draped across my body when I woke up. Well... mostly. Her head was still on my chest, but she had fallen to the side, with one arm across my ribs and one leg wrapped across my waist. (She barely weighed a hundred pounds, but this was definitely more comfortable for both of us.)

I tried to slip out of bed without disturbing her, but she mumbled a complaint and wrapped herself tighter around me.

I said, "I'll be right back. Just need to use the bathroom," as I detangled myself, and slid out of bed.

It was just as easy to go to my own bathroom as it was to use the common bathroom down the hall, so I turned to the right instead of left.

I took care of my bladder and decided my breath needed a refresh, so I grabbed the mouthwash. Habit kicked in, and I started brushing my teeth.

Lisa came into the bathroom, as I lost myself in the Zen of a morning routine. I hadn't even noticed her, until she pressed against my back and hugged me.

"Hi, sweetie... you doing okay?" I mumbled around my toothbrush.

"I got lonely," she whispered against my back.

"Was just heading back."

"Mathew..." There was a long pause before she continued. "Did I do anything wrong? Was I... were you disappointed?"

I spun around and cupped her face in my hands and kissed her hard, while swallowing the last of the toothpaste.

"No... oh god, no! Lisa, you are amazing. I could not have wished for last night to be anything better."

When I searched her eyes, there was doubt looking back at me.

"What's wrong...? What are you worried about?" I asked, as my fingers tucked a lock of hair behind her ear.

"You didn't... I mean... when we were... you know, you... didn't..." her voice trailed off to a whisper, as her blue eyes turned glassy, and they filled to the brink of tears.

"I didn't cum while we were making love," I admitted, completing the question she was trying to ask. "No, sweetheart, but not because of anything you did... or didn't do. Last night was all about you. About making sure your first time was everything you wanted... what you needed."

"But what about you? Did you like...?"

I silenced her with a kiss. I hoped the kiss would tell her everything. How much I loved her. How much I desired her. As the kiss turned into passion, I began to let my guard down and show her the raw lust that boiled just below the facade of restraint.

I backed Lisa against the counter and grabbed her small breasts in each hand, rolling my thumbs over her hard little nipples, before roughly taking one deeply into my mouth.

"FUUUCK!" she screamed, as her hands grabbed fists full of hair, as she held my head to her breast. I was being too rough with her. I knew that, but I also knew that this was what she wanted... what I needed.

She had watched the way I had fucked her mom. Raw lust and desire were what she had seen and what she craved. But it terrified her. I feared that, too... that I would hurt her, if I lost my control. But that part of my brain had just shut down, and desire was all that was left.

I kissed Lisa again... hard, as my hand slid down and cupped her small pussy. My fingers parted her sweet lips and pressed inside. My thick fingers plunged deep and settled against a soft, spongy spot on the front wall as I curled them.

Lisa moaned into my mouth, as I fluttered her G-spot.

"Mathew... please... please... fuck... me," she said, softly.

I spun Lisa around, and grabbed her by the back of the neck, as I bent her forward over the sink. I lined up my cock, looked into her eyes in the mirror, and lodged myself balls deep inside her nineteen-year-old cunt.

The second thrust was harder... the third, harder still. All while watching her eyes roll back, and her mouth go slack.

I held her arms, pinned to her sides, and fucked her, building a hard, steady rhythm. The sound of my balls slapping wetly against her clit filled the room.

That's when I heard it. What started as a breathy sigh became a staccato moan, as my pace quickened. Her eyes had become unfocused and her jaw hung loose, as her head bounced with each thrust.

I quickened my pace and the sigh became a soft whispered "yeaaah," with each thrust.

My hand cradled her throat, as the words became one continuous pant, "Yeah, yeah, yeah... yeah..."

And I stopped... completely, utterly stopped.

Her eyes opened wide, pleading to let her crest that peak.

"Don't cum yet. Push it back until I tell you. Can you do that?" I asked.

Lisa didn't answer directly. Her eyes were full of need as she tried to thrust back onto me. I moved with her instead of into her... once, twice, three times... then she stopped, and whimpered, "Please... I'm so close."

"Please, what?"

Her eyes left mine. I could see her embarrassment as she looked away. "Please let me cum." It was just a whisper... barely audible at all.

"Lisa... look at me," I said, almost sternly. "I can't hear you when you whisper." (This has been an ongoing thing the entire time I have lived in this house. Lisa would get so quiet when she felt shy or nervous that I would end up asking her to repeat herself two or three times.)

"Please...," a little louder this time, but still not loud enough.

Her words died in her throat as I slammed my cock into her, but then her eyes found mine in the mirror when I stopped again.

"Please, what?" my voice dropped to what I hoped sounded like silk through gravel. "It's okay to tell me what you want."

"Please... let me..." she said a little louder. Then, clear and unmistakable, like she had made a decision. "I want to cum."

I slid into her for a moment, and then pulled back again.

"Please... I want to cum!" Louder this time, with more certainty.

Another thrust; harder this time, and I kept still inside her.

"I want to cum!" Louder still.

I started a steady rhythm. Not fast, just long, deep strokes.

"I want to CUM!"

Every time she said it, she said it louder. It was like she was learning how to be comfortable saying the words. As my tempo and force increased, so did her volume.

'Want to cum', became 'Going to cum', and then just 'Cumming, cumming, CUMMING, CUMMING...' as her body shook.

I nearly came as well, as her tight, young pussy pulsed around my shaft.

When her body stopped shaking, I led her to the bed... my bed... her mother's bed, and I sat her on the edge. Then I knelt in front of her and kissed her thigh as I pushed her down onto the comforter. My hands pushed her thighs to her chest as my lips found her clit.

I was not the gentle lover from the night before. I was a hungry, lust-filled man, who wanted to make this beautiful young woman cum on my tongue. I licked, sucked, and tongue-fucked her, until I felt her splash on my chin.

Then I stood up... took both her ankles in my hands and spread her wide... then drove my cock into her until my balls slapped loudly against her ass, knocking the breath out of her.

This wasn't making love. This was fucking. Raw... powerful fucking.

I kept her legs spread wide and pushed them back, making her hips tilt. Every thrust slammed against her G-spot before plunging deep against her womb. Each one brought gasps and cries, "Yes... Oh god... Fuuuck..."

After the gentle lovemaking the night before... after the standing sex in the bathroom, I was not going to last long.

"Lisa... I'm going to cum!"

"In me... in me!" she yelled.

I released her ankles and grabbed her hips, as I slammed into her. I lifted her hips and dropped her pussy onto me... repeatedly. My pubic hair and pelvis were grinding hard against her clit, as I tried to hold off just a little longer.

She must have felt my cock start to swell. "Mathew... yes... cum... cum inside me. Cum in my pussy!"

I came... full force... jet after jet coated her pussy walls. I honestly couldn't remember ever cumming that hard, and she felt every throb of my shaft as another rope of cum splashed inside her.

She pulled me down on top of her and wrapped her legs around me, so that she wouldn't lose my cock as it slowly went soft inside her.

"Thank you for this. Thank you for all of this, Mathew!" she said, as she kissed my cheek. Then she said, "I love you, Dad," as she kissed my lips.

"I love you, too, Lisa."

We stayed in that bedroom for hours... touching and exploring. She even watched herself in the mirror over the dresser, as she rode me reverse-cowgirl because she wanted to see what my cock looked like going inside her. She was beautiful.

***

We showered together and then Lisa helped me change the linens on both beds. We were just throwing pillows on her bed, when we received texts from her mom and Dani that they were on their way home.

I had spaghetti ready when they walked in the door, and we all ate at the table while they told me and Lisa about their trip. I could tell there was a lot they were leaving out, but I decided to wait and talk to Terry about it later.

After dinner, Danni and Lisa went to Lisa's room. I tried not to listen, but could hear squeals of laughter, and the occasional "Oh my god!"

Terry found me on the couch, watching the news. She lifted her skirt, exposing her newly hairless pussy, and straddled my lap, whispering, "I need you to fuck this pussy... now!"

And I did... right there on the couch, with two daughters sharing stories in a bedroom just down the hall.