Stephen Jones - Sex With Daddy

I felt no thrill whatsoever – only the cold sensation of the refrigerated meat against my inner flesh. Yet, something compelled me to manipulate my clitoris with the fingers of the other hand until I was sufficiently lubricated to press the wiener up inside me.

I can't say it felt good; but it wasn't bad, either – it was strange. I could feel it in me as a nice pressure that was cold, but it was not as thrilling as a prick and certainly not as exciting as warm human lips caressing my tenderest parts.

In disgust, I pulled the hot dog out of my hole and placed it back in the package from which it had come. Then I finished my chores and waited for Sally to arrive.

I knew why I hadn't put on a bathing suit and why I had remained in my housecoat but I still couldn't face the fact. I was still trying to talk myself into the fact that we were just two girls going for a swim in the pool.

But in the inner, secret part of my mind, I knew the "swim" would have nothing to do with water and the "pool" would be one of frothing desire.

After I had straightened the kitchen, I had enough foresight to go into my room and pull the covers of my bed down so that it looked as if it had been slept in. However, I did not make the slightest effort to change my clothes. I only walked to the mirror and opened my housecoat wide so that I could inspect my adolescent body.

Looking at myself, I went through a moment's daydream. I was curved like a woman, and built like a woman. My hips and breasts were formed and my pubic hair was grown. I don't know what made me do it, but I walked to the mirror and gently placed my own lips against the reflection. Contact with the cold mirror brought me back to total awareness again. It was as if I had been in a trance. Quickly, I retied my housecoat and returned to the living room where I sat down on the couch, lit a cigarette, and waited for Sally to get there.

Almost half a pack of cigarettes later, there was a knock on the door and Sally walked in, I had never really been too clothes conscious before, but I delighted by her outfit. It was a soft, light summer dress that seemed to be held up by nothing more tangible than a wish – a wish that seemed capable of changing at the slightest whim.

Her hair was combed loosely over her shoulders, and despite her glasses and the bad complexion that seemed to keep her from getting the dates she wanted, I thought just then as she walked into the apartment that she was a really beautiful girl. For the first conscious moment, I became aware of exactly why I had acted the way I had the previous afternoon and evening. It hit me with the full force of a lightning bolt, and shocked me into a silent shy-ness!

As Sally walked into the apartment and spun slightly to close the door behind her, her skirt flared out around her knees. I was treated to a full view of her body as it made a half arc before me. My eyes drank in the thin, taut hips, the slender legs and the small delectable mounds of her budding breasts.

She said something to me, but I was not aware of words – only the movement of her red lips and the flash of white teeth behind them. It was a conscious thought now, and I was both shocked and embarrassed by it – I knew I wanted those very lips to touch my cunt! I was finally aware of the fact that I wanted to compare the caress of a woman, one who had intimate knowledge of the female body, with the caress of the man I loved so dearly, my father.

Certainly I felt guilty about my thoughts, particularly since they were now in the open, but it was not what I would call a normal guilt. I had no feeling one way or another about a lesbian caress in itself, but I didn't want to cheat on Daddy. But, as with any woman who contemplates such things, the carnal desire, the curiosity and the longing for experiment soon overrode any feelings of loyalty I might have held at that moment.

Besides, I rationalized, Sally was here in the apartment at the moment and Daddy was away at school and now was now!

Sally stopped before the couch and stared at me in a strange way. "I said, 'How are you?' "

"Oh," I managed, taking a deep drag of the cigarette that trembled in my hand. "Fine, fine. How are you today?"

"Great," she said. "But whatever are you staring at?"

I had been looking at her pubic area wondering if I could bring myself to touch her there again and if I could… bring my lips to touch her there… if she touched mine with hers.

"Nothing," I told her. "Nothing… I was just admiring your dress. Is it new?"

"This?" she said. "You've seen this a hundred times. Whatever is the matter with you?"

I couldn't answer. Instead, I plunged my cigarette into the ashtray before me, and ground it to shreds. But almost instantly I seemed compelled to reach for the pack lying on the table and shake another free, and as I did so, I had to bend my body forward. The top of my housecoat fell open, but I made no move to replace the garment as I leaned back again and lit the new cigarette.

I tried to avoid Sally's glaring eyes, but I knew they were focused on me. I also knew that she must be experiencing strange thoughts of her own for she reached for the last-cigarette in the pack and lit it, despite the fact that she didn't smoke.

She pulled a deep cloud of white smoke into her mouth, puffing it high in the air before turning back to face me. When she spoke, there was a strange huskiness in her voice.

"You sure have nice-looking boobies," she said to me.

"Do I?" I tried to sound shy and coy, but it didn't work and I knew it hadn't. Then something wild and strange came over me – looking Sally full in the eyes, I asked, "Would you like to touch them?"

"Gosh," she replied. "You mean it? Sure!"

Without the slightest hesitation, she took the two steps to where I sat on the couch, dropped her freshly lit cigarette into the ashtray and curled down beside me. Instantly, her hand reached out and slipped under the loose folds of my housecoat so that her cool fingers were gently stroking my left breast and its nipple.

"Oh, gosh!" she exclaimed. "They're so big and round!"

She continued her stroking as I leaned back and let the waves of pleasure roll through me. Looking down at her hand, I felt an added sensation as I watched her fingers manipulating my erect nipple. Then, my own hand moved slightly so that it touched her knees.

Bolder now that she was sending ripples of pleasure through me, and because she had made no movement to withdraw when my fingers touched the silken flesh of her legs, my voice was calm when I said, "I've still got some wieners."

"Really?" she gasped, but her hand never stopped moving. "Do you suppose… I mean… well, will you let me touch you here and all? Could I… do you? Just once. Please?"

"You really want to, Sally?"

"Oh, yes," she gasped.

"Well, if you really want to and promise not to tell anyone."

"Don't be silly. I'll get the wieners myself."

"Okay," I said, watching as Sally jumped from the couch and dashed into the kitchen. In the instant it took her to rip the refrigerator door open and grab a hot dog, I had loosened my housecoat even more so that the full length of my body was exposed. Slipping one finger along the slightly opened mouth of my vagina to make sure I was as lubricated as I supposed, I was hardly surprised to find that I was wetter than I had ever been and more excited emotionally than I had ever thought possible.

Sally rushed back with the single wiener in her hand and again sat down beside me on the couch, rubbing the wiener between her hands to warm it slightly.

"You've got to lie back and open your legs," she said with authority. "I mean, so I can get it in right."

I did what she asked, reclining full length on the sofa so that one leg dangled over the edge and the other rested along the back of the couch. Sail sat between my spread legs and touched me with one finger. I winced with the sheer ecstasy of it.