Tim Peterson: First time for daughter

He asked her if she was looking for trouble.

She said she was.

"Well," he said with a warm smile, "if you mean that, you certainly came to the right place."

She could tell he wasn't teasing. So that left it up to her. She could run, or she could do something.

She almost ran.

Instead, she shifted to the edge of the bed, reached out and pulled the towel from her uncle's mid-section. His only reaction was to wait, curious, for her next move. She would never forget the thrill of her first contact with his cock, or the wicked pleasure of feeling and seeing his prick swelling in her clumsy but affectionate grasp.

When his prick was hard, her hand dropped from it and she simply stared for a moment.

"Satisfied?" he inquired, sounding like he would be content to end there if she wished.

"Not even a little," she answered. Uncle Dan chuckled. Unfortunately, he just had to make that meeting, but he did let her know that she was welcome in his bedroom anytime she felt safe in making the trip.

And that had been the start of her sex education. A very modest start, in light of subsequent events, but a start, nevertheless.

Uncle Dan was still in her mind as she formed an oval with her lips and slowly honed in on the up-raised end of her husband's cock. She felt the satiny contact of his cock-head and closed her lips about it.

She continued down the pulsating prick-tube, slowly rolling her had to twist her lips against his cock-flesh and tantalize him further. She moved her tongue-tip from side to aide, reaching onto the smooth flanks of the fuck-shaft and rubbing briskly.

Most of what she had learned she had gotten from Uncle Dan. A kinder, more patient, understanding initiator she couldn't have hoped for. It had sometimes made her feel guilty to have been so lucky.

And that was the only guilt to have come out of the experience. No shame, no remorse, none of that. She'd known what she'd wanted and she'd gone after it. For his part, Uncle Dan had expected nothing in return. He'd gotten plenty – she had seen to that – but he had expected nothing.

Ever since that time, she had known nothing less than total freedom when it came to sex. She and Matt had done everything together, did everything together. At times, she wished she could tell him how much he owed to a certain uncle of hers who he had never met. But hell, incest was a touchy subject. Why risk bringing it up?

Rocking her mouth back on Matt's prick, Beth applied some loving suction. She rode up to the bulbous head of the prick-length and pulled free with a lewd slurp. Then she went back down on his cock far more.

His hips began to sway and she heard his affectionate moans. He pushed his cock into her mouth and throat with a kind of teasing wickedness, as if to see what she was made of, as if he didn't already know.

"Trying to get fresh, huh stud?" she murmured around his prick.

"I'm looking for the beast in you."

"Careful. You might find it."

She picked up the pace for him then, letting her head glide to and fro with a greater sense of purpose showing through. Rather than tease his pleasure to the fore, she was actively pursuing it.

"Oh damn, you're good!" he enthused. "Too good for me."

She had an idea of how that felt. Should she tell him about Uncle Dan? Could she?

Sucking his prick with a growing ardor, Beth pulled open his shorts and yanked the front down. She stretched the opening of his briefs wide and scooped his balls out, proceeding to run a caressing hand over them.

"Gonna come, baby," he rasped shortly. "You're doin' it to… it's gonna happen… comin' baby…" His tongue rising, his voice becoming more breathless with every dive other wanton slurping, cock-sucking mouth.

In those final moments Beth couldn't think of anything she wanted more than to have her husband's pleasure reach its peak and spill over into her mouth and throat.

And it thrilled her deeply when she got her wish, felt his cock flex lewdly in her oral grasp and gush his cum-load in generous amounts. It fulfilled her to give him his release. And to be able to do it so boldly and wantonly fulfilled her even more.

His cock went through its gradual deflation inside her mouth, with Beth continuing to pull at it, sucking out the last drops of cum he had to offer.

Presently, Beth wrapped her arms about Matt's waist and, hugging him, pulled him down in front of her into a squatting position. She captured his mouth in a succulent kiss. And before he could figure out what to do about it, Beth was pushing forward, pushing Matt onto his back on the grass. She settled on top of him, maintaining the French kiss for a long moment.

Above them, a breeze stirred the broad branches of the tree, and Beth raised her head.

"Did you want to talk about something?" she murmured.

"Yeah, but we're not exactly dressed for it."

Sober in expression, Matt drew a breath and let it out.

"Our daughter did an incredible thing yesterday," he finally managed to confide.

"Such as?"

"She sat down and snuggled in next to me and told me how much she'd like for me to be her first fuck."

"She didn't!"

"I'm afraid she did. I know. I made her repeat it."

"What did you say to her?"

"I asked her where she ever got an idea like that."

"And?"

"She said she saw us fucking the other day. She liked my style."

"I can understand that," Beth remarked, showing some sly amusement.

"Would you mind taking this a little bit more seriously?"

Beth touched Matt's head with a sympathetic hand. "Sorry. What did you do next?"

"I told her no, absolutely not, out of the question."

"But?"

"She smiled, told me to think it over, and that she wasn't the type to give up easily."

Beth lowered her head onto Matt's shoulder. She gazed off unseeingly as she thought on this development. She supposed she should be shocked, but she wasn't. All Lisa had done was remind Beth of herself at that age.

"Well," Beth said eventually, "it seems your problem is you're just too attractive for your own good."

"Beth, please, this is serious. Will you talk to her? She won't listen to me."

Beth raised her head, propping her chin in a turned-out hand, settling a calm gaze on her husband. It was a long, studying look, ultimately piquing his curiosity.

"What?" he said, frowning.

"She couldn't do any better than you – you have to hand her that."

"Oh, for Pete's sake!" he protested. But there was just enough of a false note in it for her to detect.

"You are flattered by the idea," she observed. "Admit it."

Matt shook his head in mock wonder. "She's her mother's daughter, all right."

Beth smiled. "More than you know."

"Huh?"

"I lost my cherry to a favorite uncle," Beth confided.

"God!" Matt gasped. "It runs in the family."

"How opposed to the idea are you?"

"More opposed than you are, apparently."

"Would you fuck her for me – if I asked you to?"

"I don't believe what I'm hearing!"

"Like I said, she couldn't do better than you. For her first fuck. And hell, it wouldn't be the start of an affair or anything like that."

"How do you know?" Matt demanded.

Beth let out a breath. "I just know."

Finally, Matt just had to laugh. It was all so outlandish.

"I'd like for you to think about this, Matt," Beth said then, with growing conviction. "If Lisa is as set on having you be the first, as I suspect, then please, think about it."

"You're both nuts," he murmured. "Absolutely nuts."

Beth responded with one of her mysterious, womanly smiles. "Maybe… maybe not."

Uncle Dan was sitting up in bed when the teenaged Beth slipped into his room the night after their first real meeting of minds. He was calmly leafing through a magazine, apparently waiting for her, because he quickly tossed it aside and greeted her with a broad smile. She came in and quietly shut the door.