Stephen Jones - Sex With Daddy

Her tongue was like a magic wand working strange and fantastic miracles with every fibre of my body. It seemed as if the waves of sheer physical pleasure that began in my groin were spreading throughout my entire being, surging through my torso, along the length of my limbs and flashing through every finger and toe.

I gasped aloud with the ecstasy of it and although I tried to keep my head up and my eyes open so that I could see her head gently moving in a rolling motion between my legs, I could not. All my energy was drained, and all my being was between my legs centered in the exact spot where she now labored in her own delight. My head fell back to the pillow, my eyes shut and I experienced pure ecstatic pleasure that mounted and mounted until I could hold my reaction back no longer.

I tried to keep my body from the ultimate response because I wanted to savor every tingle of joy and make it last forever but I failed. My bodily responses would not hold back – the walls and bonds broke and shattered and there I was, roaring into a wild and golden orgasm that shivered every nerve I had, spasming me into the clouds of roaring passion that were the ultimate of anything and everything any human being can possibly ever experience.

I experienced the intensity of it for a moment and an eternity, as it constantly built within me, pressing ever harder to explode, shaking my limbs involuntarily and squeezing every organ until finally the thrill of it was so much that I could not bear the strain any longer.

With a shrill cry escaping from within my lips, I completely blacked out.

How long I remained like that, I shall never know, but it couldn't have been too long. I awoke with Sally, still naked, leaning over me, pressing a cold towel to my forehead.

Words were no longer necessary for we both knew that we had found something neither one of us could ever deny again. This was the greatest pleasure I had ever known. It was not love in an emotional sense, but it was pure physical abandon based on two young girls who knew each other's body as their own. We had now discovered how to give and take pleasure so intensely that with only one experience, we were both addicted.

Slowly, I managed to rise from the bed and walk into the bathroom where I splashed water on my face and gradually retained my physical sanity again.

When I came out of the bathroom, Sally was already dressed in the bottom half of her bathing suit, but her young breasts were still bare. They jutted toward me, begging me to caress them and, as if hypnotized, I walked to where she stood, gently took one in each hand and leaned over to kiss first the left and then the right.

Again, neither of us spoke. Instead, we both donned our complete swim outfits and went down to the pool for a morning swim.

We spent two hours or so in and around the pool, and then went back to the apartment for lunch, but it was as if we were again compelled to experiment with our adolescent bodies before savoring more substantial food. This time I was so eager to have her lips on mine that I asked her to lie on the living room floor. I almost ripped the bottom from my bathing suit and knelt on the floor so that I straddled her eager mouth and tongue.

As she licked and kissed my eager cunt, I leaned forward and none too gently pulled her own bathing suit bottom away from her hips and down the length of her legs. Then, allowing my torso to fall forward, I lowered my mouth to her wet pubic bush and inserted my tongue and lips into her gaping, sopping hole. We lay there in seventh heaven, savoring the taste of one another and the wild, wanton ecstasy of what the other was doing and then – then we spasmed together into a writhing, twisting orgasm that was so complete that neither of us could move for almost five minutes!

In my sated pleasure, I had no idea what implications our lesbian pleasures would have. I only knew that I had never experienced pleasure so intense in my whole young life.

For that moment, Sally and her wonderful mouth were all I could think of. We cooked a small bit of lunch and then returned to the pool. Then, in the afternoon we again returned to the apartment and again enjoyed the intensely exhausting pleasures of mutual orgasm before it suddenly dawned on me that Daddy was due back at any moment.

Like a demon, I leaped from his bed and hurried Sally into her street clothes. Then, just before she left, I pulled her close to me and kissed her full on the mouth, letting my tongue savor the hot warmth of her breath and the magic excitement that was there.

Reluctantly, I let her go and then drained, sated and exhausted, I collapsed on the couch in the living room to await the return of the man I loved… the man whose love I had defiled by my childish experiment in pleasure.

I was so exhausted when Daddy came home that evening that I couldn't think of anything, particularly the sudden change in our relationship that began the very instant he opened the door and walked across the room to embrace me. It wasn't that I was positively cold to him, but rather that I was drained by my experiences with Sally that afternoon.

Now I was neither child nor wife… I was nothing more than a body being driven towards a narcotic to be found only in the oral embraces of a teen-age girl.

Daddy and I ate dinner in silence. He cooked it because I told him that I wasn't feeling too well and then, instead of sitting up with him, I went immediately to bed. Even in a simple act like that, I was torn apart. Part of me wanted to return to my own room – the room in which I had never slept – while another part still recognized the deep emotional love I had for my father and wanted to curl up with him in the big bed. Finally, habit won out and I went to the master bedroom.

When he came in and stripped out of his clothing to lie beside me as my lover, my husband and my man, I knew I didn't want him to touch me. I was ashamed of what I had done with Sally and I was terrified that, if Daddy did touch me, his fingers would never be able to bring the old fire back to me. I was in the trap of physical and emotional conflict that besets every woman who has cheated, but I had no idea what I could do about it.

I rolled over on my side facing away from Daddy but could feel him snuggle tight against me and could feel the hard rising of his turgid penis pressing against my buttocks. But the terror held me and feigning sleep, I repulsed his efforts at love.

Throughout the whole tawdry and degenerate affair with Sally, Daddy remained silent and understanding. He never pressed me for sexual congress and never questioned my excuses. Perhaps he might have, if my association with Sally had lasted longer than it did. But the human body and fate and lusty desire are all strange things. I do know that what happened to Sally was almost destined to be.

She had never been popular with boys and had always felt shy around them. When I introduced her to the joys of cunt-sucking, I really should have known that she, like I, would experiment with others and also that she, who had never really been in love as I was, would chase after the sparkling magnet of lesbianism as a moth dives into the incinerating heat of a candle flame.

But that week – that first gloriously exhausting week with Sally – was an agony and an ecstasy I could never forget. I was hooked. I couldn't stop our daily affairs, which always followed the pattern of that first day. She would arrive after Daddy left in the morning, we would have our first sex, then swim, then return for our second and then, still driven by the monster of our twin desires, perform yet again in the afternoon!

But the pace was exhausting and guilt became my master to the point where great handfuls of my hair began to drop out. Somehow, as if by an instinct, I knew that the trouble I was having with my hair was not a medical one, so I was almost elated when, with the beginning of the second week, Sally didn't show up as usual.