Stephen Jones - Sex With Daddy

As he played with me and talked, I tentatively reached out and with shy, somewhat self-conscious fingers touched his rod. Then, when I knew he was not going to withdraw, I clasped my hand around it and, just as he had taught me, moved the silken foreskin back and forth so that it and my hand caressed the head of his organ.

Bolder now, because of my own intense excitement and because I knew that I was exciting him too, I rolled over and, moving my head down, gently kissed the tip of his massive tool.

He let out a little sigh and fell to his back, letting his fingers slip out and away from my sexual area. I kissed the tip of his penis again, this time letting my mouth open slightly so that a tiny bit of the magnificent organ could touch the inside of my lips and rest against my teeth. Still shy, still waiting for any possible negative reaction, I continued this way a little tiny bit at a time, until I held the head of his organ in my mouth and could roll my lips over the foreskin. Then, clamping my lips tight on the skin, I pulled it toward me over the head.

Again Daddy groaned, but I knew he was not in pain – I was giving him pleasure! The very thought of it sent additional waves of sensation through me. Once or twice more, I pulled his foreskin over the head of his penis and let it slip back always while keeping the organ in my mouth. Then I heard Daddy say, "Oh!" as his organ started to twitch.

But then, he pulled his hips away from me and grasped the penis himself as his knees twitched and it seemed that he was having some sort of spasm. I knew he was having an orgasm and it filled me with intense pleasure that I had been the one responsible for it.

He held himself like that for several seconds before he got up and went into the bathroom. I could hear movement in there, then the sound of urinating and finally the flush of the toilet. Finally, he came back and lay beside me on the bed.

I felt cheated at not even being allowed to see his ejaculation. I had actually wanted to feel his coming in my mouth, so I felt doubly cheated.

Daddy lit a cigarette, and we lay there silently immersed in our own thoughts. Finally, feeling resentment at not having achieved the fulfillment I thought was due me, I came right out and asked Daddy if that was all there was to it. He turned to face me, staring for a moment, then put his cigarette out.

"Oh, kitten," he said, "I'm sorry. No, that's not all, not by a long shot… But a man has to wait each time for a while until he is strong again."

"Oh," I said, not quite understanding.

"But don't worry," he said, as he rolled over on his elbow and gently placed two fingers against my urgent clitoris. "That won't be all. You lie back now." Without moving his fingers away, he reached over and snapped out the light.

The room was bathed in a warm silver grey from the moonlight shining in through the shutters. Although I couldn't actually see him, I could spot his outline in the semi-darkness and could sense his presence as his head bent down toward me and his face gently nestled in the silken fur between my legs.

When the tip of his tongue first touched me, all my doubts and worries disappeared. An ecstasy of sound and sensation and color shot through me, tingling every fiber of my being as he gently slipped his tongue into the opening of my vagina and caressed my clitoris.

Involuntarily I raised my knee so that my thigh pressed tight against his cheek. Placing both my hands against the top of his head, with trembling strength I pressed so that his head snuggled even closer to my fervent sexual organs.

An instant – an eternity – I shall never know! Sensations shot through me, burning here, freezing there, electrifying my body and my soul and soaring it on a somewhere-seacoast where it finally crashed in roaring breakers that would drown my entire being.

My orgasm was total. It seemed to rock the entire world and fill me and splash out from me so that I was no longer myself. I was everyone and no one and my entire being was being ripped apart by the softness, yet violence of the explosions.

I gasped and whispered, "Daddy, Daddy, Daddy," again and again as wave after wave of excruciating pleasure tore through me and, like ripples on a pond, spread out to a soft eternity.

Lying there, trying to catch my breath and collect my thought and emotions, I was overcome by the complete beauty of what had just happened to me. A tiny sob caught in my throat as I relived those precious moments Daddy and I had just shared. My virginal vagina was still deep in the throes of climactic tremors, my thighs still jerking almost imperceptibly, as I noticed that I was pulling Daddy's hair with both my hands. As I lay there quivering deliciously, I wondered if this ecstasy would ever cease.

Daddy had already removed his tongue from between my cunt lips, but his warm, comforting head remained between my legs. Letting go my tight grip on his hair, I smoothed and caressed his tousled head, dreamily wishing this moment would go on forever.

As Daddy righted himself, I snuggled into his arms, pressing my still-tingling body against him, trying to tell him through the pressure just how I felt. I was so happy with my new knowledge of physical pleasures, and knew that I owed it all to Daddy. There was no way for me to know what inner conflicts were battling within his mind; he had seduced me, and his guilt must have been unbearable. But, as I drifted off into the sleep of the innocent, I felt totally pleased with myself, secure in the knowledge that I had seduced Daddy.

At thirteen, it would have been almost impossible for me to understand that Daddy should never have allowed things to reach the point of no return. Had he side-stepped ray normal teenaged advances, I would not have been there, nestled in his amorous arms, relaxing from an orgasm he had produced for me orally. Little did I realize that although Daddy had not raped me physically, he had raped me mentally, as surely as if he had torn the clothes from me and plunged his penis inside me.

As a result of that first traumatically delightful experience, I became totally infatuated with oral sex – both passively and aggressively – as well as completely fascinated by Daddy's penis. My world became a purely sexual one in which my primary desires were to touch Daddy's member and have him touch me… often to the point of indiscretion.

More than anything in the world, I wanted to have his beautiful prick inside my yearning vagina. I knew I had to have it there, and Daddy knew it, too. He had over-stepped the bounds, and there was no turning back for either of us… nor did we want to.

After that initial episode, we slept together every night and those who say Daddy taught me to be a nymphomaniac or that he was some sort of depraved sexual monster are all wrong. I was thirteen and my body was completely developed and rounded as a woman's should be. Because my sexual urge had not yet arrived at its peak and Daddy's was on the decline, we were ideally mated and we seemed to know it instinctively.

Since Daddy only worked part time and then attended a few classes, he was usually home when I arrived from school and we experienced sex when and where we wanted, although not, under any circumstances, outside the apartment. He was quite definite when he instructed me that our true relationship must never be known to outsiders.

For the first three nights following that first evening, the only activity we shared was oral sex. And we even did it "sixty-nine." To say that Daddy taught me this would not be completely true since, even though Daddy was the one to first suggest it, I already knew what to do – I merely copied the position I had seen Mrs. Bradley take some months before. I was proud of the fact that now it was I who was on top of Daddy – not her!