"Practicing" With My Daughter 02

TWO

The next day, after I came home from work and settled myself in front of the television, Kristi fixed me a glass of scotch as she often did when she wanted something. I accepted the tumbler with a thank you and watched her sit down next to me--unusually close.

"Daddy?" she said timidly.

"Yes, precious?"

"I was wondering..."

I waited. "... Yes? You were wondering?"

She took a deep breath. "... if we could have another lesson."

I looked at her in amazement. "You mean another lesson in...?" She nodded yes.

"Sweetheart, I really don't think we should continue down that road, do you? I mean, honestly, there's nothing more I know to teach you about the subject."

"But I've only ever done it ONCE," she insisted. "What if I forget what to do, what if I do something wrong because I'm nervous? If you'd let me do it one more time I'd know for sure that I know how to do it."

"Kristi..." I began. "I don't think..."

"Please? PLEASE?" she implored, giving me that pouty look she knew worked on me so well. "Please, Daddy, just one more time?"

And as if to offer a subtle bribe, she unfastened one button on her blouse... and then another, and another, until it was hanging open and I was feasting my gaze on her frilly red brassiere, which pushed her breasts against each other like two cars crashing, a line of cleavage to die for.

"Please," she repeated in a throaty voice, and reached behind herself to unclasp the brassiere.

I relented, and the next thing I knew my pants were down around my ankles and my daughter's skillful hand was wrapped around my hardening penis once again. If anything, her handiwork was even better this time, and my full-throated compliments made her blush again and again. And again, my hand found its way to her hanging bosom, my fingers found the taut buttons of her nipples. When I finished I had covered my midsection and her hands with my cum, and I almost cried with gratitude as she spent nearly an hour knelt between my legs cleaning me and buffering me.

The following day was a Saturday, no school or work, and I awoke to a knock on my bedroom door. Kristi came in, clad only in a teeshirt and pink panties, and she sat on the bed next to me.

"Good morning, Daddy," she said.

"Good morning, sweetheart," I said sleepily. "How are you today?"

"Time for more practice," she said, and without waiting for me to respond her hand slipped under the blanket and found me, which was easy since I generally slept in the nude. For a moment I thought of protesting, but her fingers were so subtle and whispering that my objections fell away before I could form them into words. Instead, I reached up and under her shirt and began squeezing and fondling her charms. She didn't seem to object to my advances any more than I objected to hers.

We "practiced" once more that day, and twice again on Sunday, and once more on Monday morning before I left for work. It had become easy between us, natural and unforced, embedded almost instantly into our love for each other. I knew it had grown well beyond simple "practice," although that was always our code word for it... it had become OURS, not simply me teaching her how to do it, or me letting her rehearse so she could woo the affection of this mysterious young man she wanted.

By Monday night it was so natural that when I got home from work she appeared before me topless, holding a glass of scotch for me, and as I took it she reached nonchalantly over and unfastened my pants and pulled them down, and then my underpants, and I was standing before her with nothing on but a shirt and tie, and a swiftly-growing erection.

She wasn't even in a hurry about it; she allowed me to wander around the apartment with my big hard cock swaying before my hips like a dowsing wand, pointing ever at her, and she fixed dinner with her giant pale breasts bobbing and swaying before her like it was the most natural thing in the world. On occasion I reached over and cupped them and squeezed them, as if that, too, was the most natural thing in the world. And it was. She would smile and moan and sigh with pleasure as I fondled her, but she never demurred.

While dinner simmered on the stove she wrapped her hand around my cock and led me to the couch and helped me get settled, and quickly my cock was in both her hands--she liked using both of them lately, one to stroke and cup the deep burgundy mushroom head and the other to rub the shaft and cup my balls--and she was calling forth from me loud, guttural sounds of pleasure that drowned out the anchorman on TV.

"OH GOD KRISTI! OH MY LORD YOU'RE SO WONDERFUL I LOVE YOU!!"

"I love you too, Daddy," she said, and leaned down to plant butterfly kisses on my cock.

This was another practice that she had begun to alter of late, I noticed, the increasing prevalence of kisses on my penis and balls, and not simply "butterfly" kisses, quick tender wispy kisses, but long, deep kisses that involved spreading her lips and making gentle slurping noises, and once or twice tonight I detected the sensation of my daughter's dancing syrupy tongue on me, which caused my hips to buck up and down like a bronco.

"OH MY LORD!" I cried out, and she laughed, kissing me more and more.

After we finished, after my syrupy cum had erupted like lava and after she had spent the obligatory time washing and drying me off, she didn't get dressed again and she didn't seem to expect me to, either. She set the table and dished out our dinner still half-unclothed, and I washed my hands and refilled my drink and sat down to dinner with my expended, gratified penis dangling between my legs.

Eating her delicious meal and gazing hungrily at her ample bosom across the table from me, I cleared my throat and said, "I hope you'll forgive me for staring, sweetheart, but I simply can't look away from your beautiful breasts."

She smiled and said, "Does the sight of my breasts inspire you, Daddy?"

"How do you mean?"

She giggled and leaned down to look underneath the table. "Well, I guess not. It's not hard yet."

I nearly choked on my mashed potatoes. "Kristi!"

"Well, I mean, usually when you see them you start 'waking up' immediately."

"I know, precious, but... you have to accept reality, I mean we just PRACTICED a little while ago... it takes a little while for me to get 'inspired' again. I'm sure your young man will be able to bounce back in no time, but your OLD man needs a little more rest before he can... practice some more."

She sighed and nodded. "You certainly aren't 'old,' Daddy, but I understand what you're saying." Then she smiled at me and traced a finger in the deep crevice of cleavage between her vast milky-white bosoms. "But I'M feeling VERY inspired, and I hope it won't be TOO long before you're inspired, too."

In fact I WAS already feeling "inspired," as she put it, my loins were stirring and I felt my belly quiver with anticipation of the next moment my dear girl would be putting her tiny loving fingers on me, but my poor overused member was feeling raw and sensitive just now, and I felt I needed some respite before we "practiced" again.

And there was another reason: each time we practiced, it was getting more and more difficult to refrain from ripping off her panties and plunging my cock inside her.

Our activities had given me powerful new feelings for my daughter, overwhelming feelings of lust such as I'd never felt in my life, not even for her mother, and as a man it felt only natural to want to show my feelings for her by fucking her brains out.

But this was wrong, I knew.

I was her father.

She was my daughter.

She was also a virgin. A girl's first sexual intercourse should be with her boyfriend, a young man who was experiencing these things for the first time, too, so they could learn and grow sexually together.

I couldn't be her first. It had to be this young man she talked about... this indescribably lucky young man who was going to inherit the expertise that she'd gained this last week, who was going to be the first to put his cock between her luscious young thighs and inside her fragrant young pussy. GOD how I envied that unnamed young man!

These thoughts caused my hypersensitive penis to raise like a heavy loaf of bread in the oven, and suddenly there it was, pushing up insistently against the bottom of the table... it reminded me of many dinners with her mother when we were first married, we'd often dine naked like this and we'd often be overcome and throw each other down right on the kitchen floor if the mood took us. That familiar vibration deep within the rock-hard shaft of my cock that searched for a wet vagina to push itself into, I felt it anew, years after I thought I'd lost it for good. Now, it was more urgent and needy than ever.

I saw her smile. "You're feeling inspired, aren't you, Daddy?" she asked.

I didn't have to speak, she saw it in my face.

"Stand up for me, Daddy," she said, and I obeyed. My cock thrust out before my hips, bobbing, bouncing, straining. She licked her lips at the sight of it. "Bring it over to me, Daddy," she said, and I obeyed. I brought it to her, walking on shaking legs, until the heft of it dipped and weaved mere inches from her face, as her eyes danced all over it.

Kristi leaned forward and planted a kiss right on the mushroom head of my cock, and I nearly fell over.

"Go sit on the couch, Daddy," she said, and I obeyed.

She turned off the stove and walked into the living room, she stood before me and looked down at my big hard penis pointed up at her. She took a deep breath.

"It's SO BIG," she whispered.

She reached down and took it in her fingers and squeezed.

"It's SO HARD," she whispered.

My mouth was so dry my throat cracked. I gasped at the feel of her hand on me. I trembled.

"You put this thing inside my mother," she said dreamily. I nodded. "You put this in her a hundred times?" I nodded. "A thousand times?" I nodded. "TEN thousand times?" I nodded. "You put it in her whenever she wanted?" she asked. I nodded.

"WHY would she ever leave somebody who would put this inside her whenever she wanted? I don't understand why. Do YOU understand why, Daddy?"

"No," I said, silently pleading with her to sit down and put her hands on me and her lips on me, and, once or twice, her tongue on me.

She held it in her hand, leaning forward, her heavy pale breasts hanging low, and she stared at it, gently, slowly stroking it, brushing her fingers all over it. She was my daughter, but she was now my goddess, my ruler, my queen. I waited for her, I'd wait forever for her.

"Daddy, I want to show you something," she said, and then she stood up and let go of my cock. Without her shirt or brassiere she was only wearing her regular house pajama shorts, these ones blue but she also had them in red, pink, black, and purple.

Swiftly she hooked her thumbs in the waistband and tugged the shorts down over her ample hips, and they fell to the floor, revealing her lacy pink panties and the darkness in the crotch, holding her curly wisps of pubic hair.

The panties was clearly and obviously stained. Sopping wet, in fact.

"Look," she commanded, and I looked. She brushed her fingers against the dark stain, she cupped herself between her legs. "Look at this." She brushed her fingers against her plump thighs and showed me her fingers and I saw that they were wet, that in fact her thighs were dripping wet with her juices. "LOOK. Look how wet I am, Daddy."

I looked. I nodded.

"Let me show you," she said, and then her thumbs were pushing her panties down, and I was looking at the dark hairy bush of my lovely daughter. I stared rapt and saw the curly hairs of her pussy were glistening with her juices.

Kristi cupped herself between her legs again, then showed me her palm, how wet it was.

"Do you see, Daddy?" she asked. I nodded. "This is what you do to me when I think about you putting your big... THING... inside my mother. I get so jealous of her. I want to feel what SHE felt, it's not fair that she was the only one who got to have it. I want to know what it's like to have your big THING inside me."

I sat up, horrified. "Kristi! We can't talk about that. It would be... it would be..."

"It would be wonderful," she said, pushing me back against the couch and leaning forward again before me to take my penis in her hand and letting her heavy pendulous breasts sway tantalizingly before me, per pale-white skin, her giant protruding gumdrop nipples... she leaned down, down and planted another kiss on the wine-red helmet of my iron-hard member. "Don't you (kiss) think it would be (kiss) WONDERFUL, Daddy? (kiss, lick) Don't you?"

"OHHHHHH," I managed, watching her through half-lidded eyes. "OHHHHHHH."

"Is that a YES?" she asked, smiling up at me before planting another kiss on my cockhead.

I nodded, helpless before her ministrations, but then I shook my head. "Nnnno, no, Kristi darling, we can't, we mustn't. You're my DAUGHTER."

"And you're my TEACHER," she said. "Teach me. Open me. Show me everything. Please."

"But... but we... we mustn't..."

"We MUST," she insisted, and took the whole mushroom cockhead into her mouth.

This was the first time she had done that, or anything like it. I felt her lips around me, her tiny mouth stretched open as wide as it would go to accommodate my girth, I felt her tongue exploring the rubbery head, I felt her fingers dancing up and down along my straining shaft, I felt her other hand slip underneath my balls and gently, firmly cup them, rub them, stroke them.

I felt her sucking. Her lips slathered and nursed over it, drooling, smacking, gurgling words buried deep in her throat she couldn't get out, and she was sucking my penis.

"AGGGHHHH!" I cried out, putting my hand on her head despite my intentions and holding it there. "OHHH OH OH OH GOOD GOD KRISTI OHHH! OHHHH!" My hips bucked up off the couch and she followed me, holding me firmly, and she followed me down when I collapsed back onto the cushions.

She suckled my cockhead for some time, I honestly don't know how long, so lost was I in the pleasurable sensation of her labors, and then with a liquid SMACK she took her lips away and she straightened up and looked down at me.

"You'll do it, won't you, Daddy?" she asked. "Won't you PLEASE?"

I beheld her in all her naked, firm, plump glory, her soft Rabelaisian body pastel and curvaceous beyond my wildest dreams... everything about her was consummate, everything was pure and untouched territory and at the absolute maximum of its youthful splendor. To my eyes, no woman had ever looked this beautiful, this desirable, this tempting, and no woman ever would, or could. She was a spectacular hidden virgin rainforest, unseen by any human being, uncontaminated and noiseless in its absolute purity.

She wanted ME to be the first to walk within her precious groves. How could I refuse?

And just LOOKING at her in her guiltless grandeur, at her unqualified peak of sexual allure, caused that familiar building sensation within me and even though my daughter had taken her loving fingers and lips off of me I erupted, grunting and lifting my hips off the couch as my lava-like cum spewed forth and covered my cock, and my thighs, and the couch beneath -- which by this time we had taken to covering with several disposable towels to handle just such occurrences as this. And because this time Kristi wasn't working on it as it came forth, I took it in my own hand and rubbed the cum out of myself, and soon I was a white, sticky, gooey mess.

The climax took everything out of me and I slumped back, completely drained, my penis softening in my hand, which only reluctantly let go of it. I looked up at her, gasping for breath.

During all this she had stood before me with her hands on her wide womanly hips and watched curiously, and now she stood a step back and crossed her arms over her ample bosom and waited as I got my breathing under control and the last of my ejaculate oozed down my legs. I was a terrible mess, which was usually her cue to go get the washcloths and towels to wipe me off.

But this time, she just stood there.

I cleared my throat, struggling to find the energy to speak. "Aren't you going to... clean me?"

A smirk, highly disrespectful, appeared on her lovely face and she said, "Aren't you going to... fuck me?"

If I'd ever heard my daughter use that word, I couldn't recall it. I was shocked. Where had she picked up such atrocious language, not to mention poor manners?

But she had me, and she knew it, and I knew it, and so finally I just sighed and nodded yes.

She broke into a wide-open grin, a geyser of joyous sunshine, and she clapped her hands. "YAY! YIPPEE!" she cried, and leaned down to kiss me on the cheek, her breasts slapping softly against my chest. "Oh THANK you Daddy, thank you thank you THANK YOU!"

Then her warm honeyed breath was in my face and she was kissing me on the lips. A long, real woman's kiss. I felt her tongue exploring my mouth, and I felt my tongue exploring hers back. We kissed several times and the electricity generated between us could have powered the sun.

Then she pulled her head back and lifted one of her big heavy breasts up to my face and she plied my trembling lips with the gumdrop nipple and she said softly, "Kiss it, Daddy." I kissed it. "Lick it," she said, and I licked it. "Bite it," she said, and I lightly nibbled it. "Suckle it, Daddy," she whispered, and I took my daughter's hard nipple between my lips and I nursed.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmm," she sighed, her fingers stroking my hair... and then she gently withdrew and walked across the living room to the bathroom. The great rounded moons of her ass shook and jiggled as she walked.

She was heaven incarnate. I'd have done anything for her. With a great pounding shock, I realized that I had fallen desperately in love with her.