What can I say, back in the 80s kids had a better work ethic.
For the sake of discretion, we'll say my name is Dave Smith, I'm an old man now, but back in the summer of 88’ I was a bit younger and I started screwing my own daughter… I don't even know how to explain it so let me paint you a picture …
My daughter Sarah walks in the door from school. I'm sitting in my favorite spot, an old Lazy Boy recliner, with my penis in my hand. She's not startled or shocked or even surprised. There's no look of disgust on her face, and I don't need to explain myself, she knows I've been waiting for her. So she tosses her backpack into its usual spot and starts walking towards me.
“ Hey Daddy, you want me to suck it?” she asks politely, starting to put her hair up in a ponytail.
“ Your choice baby.” I responded. My pants are still on, just my zipper is undone and my erection is sticking out. I don't like how my ass sticks to the seat cushion. Actually I was fully dressed. I had just gotten home moments before her, but I had been thinking about this all day and wanted to be ready as soon as she got home.
She debated for just a second, then she began undressing herself as she walked across the room… first kicking off her shoes, then her shorts, her shirt, her bra, and finally dropping her small white cotton panties onto the floor. By the time she was standing in front of me all that remained were her socks , and I didn't care about those. Apparently she had chosen fucking rather than sucking, fine by me.. She climbed up onto my lap , putting a knee on each arm rest , and straddling my hard on. She licked her fingertips and touched the precum oozing from the tip of my penis. She lightly smeared it around the head, then rubbed it on her opening before lowering herself into place. She guided my fat cock into her small dark bush. She took her time pressing down on it. She was rather petite and my schlong looked like it could've been a third leg on her, so I was patient. There was a lot of moaning (from both of us), but once she got past the initial stretching of its head, she was able to relax and sort of fall down on it. She put her hands on my stomach and began moving up and down my pole. While this slow fuck was often very nice, today was one of those days that I needed to get stress out. So I took matters into my own hands (literally). I gripped her small waist with both hands and took over. This wasn't new behavior, so she allowed it and moved her arms out of the way and instead rested them on my shoulders. I lifted her up, almost to the point of coming out of her, and then slammed her back down. Her body wiggled and her eyes closed. Again and again and again, I lifted her then shoved myself back in. She was little more than a sex toy that I was basically using to jerk off into. Sometimes I felt like I could screw her like this with one hand, and then it really would be like she was just a human shaped fleshlight that I was using. Her body flailed around, and her small tits jiggled as much as they could. This wasn't our first time, hell it wasn't even our first time that day! But she was still incredibly tight, her narrow hips and small frame were to thank for that. I was working up a load inside me, god she felt amazing, however I was silent, my teeth gritted, focused on moving her body, on making her go harder and faster. Instead it was her who wailed in orgasmic bliss as the repetitive stuffing sensation caused her to climax first. A gush of fluid poured onto my lap, I was close. I lifted her and shoved into her as my eyes closed in preparation. I practically forgot what or who I was doing, I had a complete disregard for her comfort. She made sounds that could've been either pleasure or pain, but I didn't hear them. At the last second I yanked myself out as I sprayed my steaming load up at her. Her chest down to her knees all got some amount of her father's jizz, not to mention myself. But we both just watched the streams spray up and splatter like fireworks in slow motion. I grunted and panted, but neither of us moved. Eventually she leaned against my chest, and my arms fell to my sides and we both caught our breath. No matter how obscene or surreal that may have shoved sounded, that had become every day life for us.
I've been rasing my daughter Sarah alone since her mother and I split. She had an affair and he got her hooked on drugs , so the courts gave me primary custody since she was in no state to be a single mother. Given the current state of our father-daughter relationship it could argued that they chose poorly. Even so, we never heard from her again.
I've had no complaints being a single father, I dated a lot but never found “the one”. Then dating slowed down quite a bit after 40 and it's just been us. Sarah has been an easy kid, no real issues or anything, she was a tomboy for a bit, then finally turned girly and got really into makeup and clothes and listening to pop music. It seems innocent enough, but that's actually what got us into our current situation… You see, after we had both had time to have a breather, she climbed off of me and went into the kitchen, my sperm still sliding down her legs, and went to the fridge where we had an “allowance chart”, which was really just a calendar, and she added a star to today's date. This indicated that she had just made her daddy cum... This was the 2nd star for today… These stars are how she earned her allowance. It may be hard to believe, but none of this was really my idea.. So how did it happen?
One Saturday, while Sarah was out, a neighbor girl named Jill came knocking at the door. Jill lived just around the corner and was good friends with Sarah, so I thought it was weird that they weren't together. But before I could ask anything, Jill started..
“Hey Mr Smith, I'm trying to raise money..” she said, standing in the doorway. She was a cute girl. Less than a year older than Sarah, same grade. She had light brown hair and was a little pudgy, but also more developed.
“oh, hi Jill. Um, what's this? You're raising money? What for school?”
“no, no, just for myself. Kind of like a job, I'm seeing if I can do something for you to earn money”
“oh, no thank you Jill.” and I began to close the door.
“How about a blow job?” she said plainly. I stopped and looked at her. My eyes darted around the street seeing if anyone else was around who may have heard that.
“what did you say?” I asked.
“a blow job.” she said simply, a little smirk on her face.
“oh my god! Don't say that! And get in here!” I scolded. She walked in and I closed the door. “Now what did you ask me?” I repeated, my first thought was that she didn't know what she was talking about, just repeating something she'd heard.
“I said..” she began, a little irritated, “how about a blow job then?”
“Good Lord , do you even know what you're asking?!”
“um, ya.. I asked if you'd be interested in a blow job.. It's where I suck on your penis until stuff comes out of it. Guys think they feel good.” Well apparently I was wrong, she did know what she was talking about. “I'll do it for $10.” Now bear in mind that at that time $10 was kind of a lot. Kids usually got quarters or maybe a dollar for doing things, hell the guy who mowed my grass every other week only got $10. But regardless of the amount, it was still a crazy thing to hear her say.
“Jill, have you done this before? Given a guy… One of those.. For $10?”
“ya, lots of times.” She sounded proud.
“Who ? Boys at school?”
“Some, but not many, they don't have money all the time.”
“Then who?”
“Just guys around the neighborhood” she shrugged.
“What ? You mean like grown men?” my mind was exploding in shock.
“Ya.”
“Who!?” I demanded.
“Well I'm not gonna tell you, then we'd get in trouble.” I started to speak again but she cut me off, “listen Mr Smith, if you don't want one, that's fine, then I should go, but just so you know, no one else has said no” she rolled her eyes and turned towards the door. I waited a moment (not as long as I should have) but then I spoke.
“Wait” I said sheepishly. She turned back towards me. I know you're all reading this, disgusted in me, I am too! But it had been a long time since I'd gotten head, and how often does someone just offer to do it?? “Ok ..” I didn't really know how to respond, my eyes stayed fixed on the floor, too ashamed to look up, “I'll take one.”
“ok, cool!” she perked up a bit, and walked back towards me. I just froze there, unsure what to do next, like a boy who was in trouble. She didn't hesitate, she simply dropped down to her knees in front of me and began unzipping my pants. A noticeable bulge had formed, and she had trouble getting her hand in to pull it out. I shouldn't have, but I helped unbutton them as well and pulling the front of my pants down so that my prick just pressed against the front of my boxers. “oh thanks!” she said, and pulled those down as well. My sausage fell forward into her face, startling her. She looked at it for a second, “it's really.. Fat” she said.. I wanna start by saying I wasn't that huge or anything, but being with these girls made me feel really good about myself, because seeing my cock pressed between their tiny lips , on their adorable faces atop their petite little bodies, it made me look like I had an absolute monster of a hog! And clearly they thought so too! She wrinkled her nose at it, But even so, she took it in her hands, looked it over curiously, and then put it in her mouth.. Well as much as she could.. Which was pretty much just the head. I let out an involuntary sigh, as I felt her lips wrap around the ridge of my cock head. She used her hands to slide up and down the remainder of my log while she mouthed at the tip like a lollipop. It made her seem inexperienced, like she didn't know what she was doing (and she shouldn't!), but honestly it felt wonderful, a sensation I hadn't experienced in quite some time. She was definitely not a pro, but not exactly an amateur either, she wasn't lying when she said she'd done this before. The moment was surreal. Standing just inside my home in the middle of the day, as this young girl, one of my daughter's best friends, knelt before me. She was loud. I didn't look down at her, I felt guilty so rather, I looked around the otherwise quiet house. Outside it was sunny and peaceful , no traffic, no one mowing their lawns, no birds singing.. It was as if the world had gone silent except the wonderful sound of this girl's mouth sucking on my cock. “Make sure to let me know before you finish.” She said, briefly popping me out, then quickly going back to work. Truthfully the thought that this girl, who was my daughter's age, has been going around the neighborhood blowing guys.. Blowing other dads! Made me feel sick.. Aroused , but sick.. However, yes at this exact moment.. Mostly just aroused.. I couldn't help it, I was about to cum, and that feeling made it all seem OK. It had only been a couple minutes, and I'm surprised I even lasted that long, when I stepped back and yanked my meat from her hungry lips. I turned to the side just as the first blast missed her lovely face. I stroked myself as I poured my load onto the floor. I grunted repeatedly as I came, angry with myself over how satisfying it all felt. My body jerked with each shot, until I finally went still. There was an awkward silence… “You could've just done that in my mouth, it would've been cleaner” she said, sort of laughing, as she looked at the mess laying beside her, “I would've swallowed, I just needed a heads up.” I didn't respond, it remained quiet.. “Ok” she said, standing up, “that'll be $10 Mr Smith”. The statement threw me off. My dick was still pointing out right in front of her, but she was completely unphased. I struggled to get my wits. But this girl was wiping off her mouth and standing looking at me. I turned and went into the kitchen, tucking myself away as I walked. I returned with a $10 bill in my still sticky hand. She smiled and took it, “thanks, let me know if you ever want another one!” then she left. I stood there unsure what to make of it all.
That evening sitting down to dinner with Sarah, all I could do was imagine her doing that to some guy, to Jill's dad even, it made me scared and angry!.. And then I imagined her doing that to me.. I was aroused again.
I didn't approach Jill for another blow job, I was convinced that I'd never do that again! But I didn't have to, she came by every few days, and propositioned me.. I wasn't hard to convince, and she always left $10 richer. I'd just stand there while Jill slobbed my knob in the entryway of my home. Other times, if Sarah was there, Jill would meet me around back in the detached garage and she'd suck me like she was siphoning gas. She had gotten better about fitting me further into her mouth and it was a lot cleaner now that I would just cum down her throat. Really she did a surprisingly good job swallowing, even grown women don't always do that. Every time I walked back in the house with a clear set of pipes you'd think I'd feel relieved, but instead I'd see Sarah and swear I'd never do that again.
One day I got a call from the school counselor requesting that I come in for a talk. When I arrived I was surprised to see it was just the counselor waiting for me, no Sarah, assuming that there had been an incident.
“Is everything ok? Where's Sarah?” I asked.
“She's in class, she's not in trouble or anything, but there's something I wanted to bring to your attention.” I relaxed a bit, but I shouldn't have. “we've heard some concerning rumors that Sarah has been engaging in sexual acts in exchange for favors and even cash.”... My stomach sank.
“Oh my god, where did you hear this?”
“Well we heard it from another student who overheard it from some boys. Now there's nothing credible to go off of, just a rumor that could easily just be kids trying to be mean, and talk badly about one another, but of course we wanted you to be aware.”
“Um ya” my head was spinning, “thank you, ya I'll keep that in mind and see what I can find out.. Thanks.”
That evening Jill showed up and I directed her to meet me in the garage.
As soon as I walked in…
“Did you tell the counselors that Sarah was doing this?”
“Doing what?” she seemed genuinely confused.
“THIS! Doing stuff for money and what have you!”
“No , why would I do that? I don't want her to get in trouble.”
“Apparently some boys were talking about it and some one overheard and told the counselors.”
“oh.”
“But that's not true right?” she looked down at her feet in silence. “Jill! Is it true?!”
“I mean, I don't know who the boys were who said it.” she was avoiding eye contact.
“What does that matter?! Does she or does she not do this too?” my arms motioning around, “does she go down on guys for money too?!” I couldn't believe I was asking this question about my own daughter.
“I don't want her to get in trouble..” was all she said. I was floored.
“How .. How did this happen?” I asked the question but could barely listen to the answer..
“We heard about some group of girls from another school who were doing it, and so Lisa suggested…”
“Lisa?! Mark's daughter?!” Mark was my best friend and they lived directly across the street from me.
“Um ..ya..” she was unsure if she should continue.. “well we had been talking about ways to earn money, and she heard about this other group of girls doing it, so she said we should do it too. Sarah and I didn't like the idea at first because, well we hadn't done this with a boy yet, but Lisa had, and she said it was no big deal, and so eventually we tried it with some boys from school and, well ya it wasn't that big of a deal.. Plus, where else could we earn $10 for just a few minutes of work?” she motioned towards my crotch.
“How, how long have you girls been doing this?” morbid curiosity was fueling my questions.
“Not long, just a couple months or so.”
“Who all have you done this with?”
“Well I got you, these boys Kevin and Dale, they're brothers.. Mr Harper..”
“Wait, wait..” Mr Harper was a teacher at their school, but I didn't have time to get into that, “what do you mean you got me?”
“Well, we only know so many guys who might be interested in this.. So we split them up.. Lisa got some, Sarah got some, I got some, and Jen got some.”
“What?! Jen too!?” Jen was Jill's older sister.
“Ya , but she has her own group of boys since she goes to a different school, and then a few men that are a couple blocks over.”
“So … was there any reason that you got me? Like did you pick me or something?”
“No … we decided that none of us wanted our own parents to know what we were doing, so none of us could pick our own dads. I got you, Lisa got my dad and Sarah got Lisa's dad. So obviously my dad knows about Lisa and Lisa's dad knows and Sarah, and you know about me, but that's it. You're the only one who knows about them. And you have to promise not to say anything!!”
“Are you kidding me?!” All I could think about was that Sarah has been blowing my best friend for weeks and he's just acted like everything was fine. “I'm putting a stop to this! I'm not letting Sarah continue doing…” I couldn't say it, “Whatever, with guys, let alone people I know!”
“Mr Smith, if you say something then it's going to come out about what you've been doing with me..” she clearly wasn't trying to make a threat, but it was true, there's no way to reveal these other men and our daughters without Jill being brought up and ultimately me as well. “we talk about stuff all the time, if Sarah was unhappy or scared, she would tell me and I will tell you, I promise..” she stepped closer and cupped my groin, I'm not going to lie, all this talk and thinking about these secret affairs had made me pudge up more than I would care to admit, “here..” she said, getting on to her knees, “how about a freebie?..to help you relax”, I was angry. I was angry with her, with Mark, with Sarah, with everyone! But I also didn't back away while Jill slipped my dick out of my shorts and into her mouth. I was fuming while I watched her little head moving in front of me, and I gritted my teeth when I came.. But at the end of day, I still came.
Over the next couple of weeks I avoided everyone. I couldn't bear to see anyone involved in all this.. The other girls, the men I knew about, Sarah, I even turned Jill away whenever she came by. I was angry and I wanted to just ignore it until it went away. But it wasn't going away, and I realized that depriving myself wasn't preventing anyone else from getting some. I'll admit I was less angry with Kirk, Jill's dad, he was sticking it to Lisa and not my daughter .. But Mark was my best friend. We're supposed to have each other's back , yet here he was happily using my daughter when he should have come to me the moment she propositioned him. And so I decided that an eye for an eye was the best way to handle this. If Mark had no qualms doing this with my daughter, then I had none about doing it with his!
And so I looked for my chance, I was driving by and saw Lisa walking down the sidewalk on her way home from school. I offered her a ride and she accepted, but why wouldn't she? We lived right across the street from one another and I was a close family friend. I made small talk for a bit but I didn't waste much time. I told her how I had heard rumors about some girls giving head for money , naturally she played dumb , but I called her bluff. I pulled my prick out and simply asked if she would suck it, then reached into my pocket and handed her a $10 bill. I admitted to her that I usually had Jill so this ( which obviously she already knew), but that she was cute and I'd like to get one from her too. She stared at my erection and then at the $10 she hesitated for a bit but she didn't say no. And by the time I pulled into my driveway my best friend's little girl was struggling to keep her lips wrapped around the head of my cock as I was preparing to give her a taste of “Uncle Dave's” cum.
She said this was a one time thing, but by the following week she had already done it twice more and was now WAITING for me to pick her up after school, and by that weekend I was finger banging her from behind while she gave me front seat hummers. After a half dozen or so BJs, I felt like I had enacted my revenge.. but every time I saw Sarah walk out of the house, for any reason, I got a knot in my stomach. I couldn't talk to her about what I knew, and quite frankly I wasn't innocent in all this either, But she was still my little girl and I was struggling with how to handle this.
One day after coming home from work, Sarah was out and I went to the garage to get something. The side door into the garage had a small window in it, and as I reached for the knob I stopped, noticing something. I peered in and saw two young men. I didn't recognize them, they were just standing there, I nearly barged in, thinking I'd caught some teenaged thieves, but caught myself just in time. My eyes caught movement and I leaned forward to see more, but still trying to stay unnoticed myself. There at their feet knelt Jill and Sarah, each with a dick in their mouths, sucking off the two boys. I felt immediately possessive, and wanted to charge in there and stop it, but I held back. I knew this already, I knew that Jill had other clients, and Sarah had hers. I hated it, but this was actually the best case scenario. I had no place fooling around with a young girl like Jill in the first place, that boy was at least closer to her age.. if he had been her boyfriend, and she was sucking my dick on the side I'd have felt like some big stud! So who cares if she blows this kid? And Sarah… No Dad wants his daughter to get with some loser and be used and have her heart broken.. But it's bound to happen, and I'm glad I saw this rather than her and Mark! Besides, she wasn't getting her heart broken, and at the end she got paid so who was using who? I still didn't like it, but at least this was closer to normal. I couldn't help but watch it a bit longer. Their ponytails swaying as their heads did small bobbing motions on presumably small penises. I laughed a bit. Poor guys, probably had to save or steal to come up with the money, just to spend it on a 4 minute blow and a 2 second nut.. Not that I can blame them, it is pretty awesome. I turned and left, not really wanting to watch these boy's O-faces. As expected, Sarah came in a few minutes later and sat down to do her homework, both of us acting like nothing had happened.
It was a few days later that Jill came by while I was home alone to see if I wanted some head. I brought her into the house, but I had another idea…
“Jill, have you had sex with any of these clients of yours?”
“like actual sex?? No.”
“have you ever had sex with anyone?”
“No, I've been fingered before.”
“Well how about, instead of you going down on me, we just have sex instead? It'll be easier for you, plus, you'll get there too.”
“Really?” she was thinking it over.
“Trust me, you'll like it.”
“Alright, but I still get $10.”
“you bet.” I laughed inside.
I led her into the bedroom, and She followed obediently. She was wearing a skirt as part of her uniform (yes an actual school-girl skirt) which made things easier. I had her remove her panties then get on all fours on the edge of the bed. She did so and stayed there waiting patiently. When I lifted her skirt I was treated to a beautiful sight, a sparse strawberry blonde bush rested atop her thin tight slit. I licked my lips, which gave me an idea. I knelt behind her, her cheeks naturally spread open, and I leaned in. My broad tongue landed flat against her little clit, she shuddered and screeched, she hadn't been expecting that. I grabbed each of her thighs to hold her in place, and slowly licked her snatch. I did it over and over, just in one direction, starting at her clit at the bottom and licking up to her ass, then lifting my tongue, placing it back at the bottom and doing it again.. And again. I was like a cat, cleaning her fur. I pressed harder, letting the tip of my tongue slip between her puffy lips, she made more noises. Then I began flicking it against her clit teasingly, and then latched on, sucking it like I was breastfeeding at her teat.. More noises! They built up, louder and louder, and so I suckled harder and harder. Her body shook and I had to pull her back, holding my face against her.
“OOOHHHH!” she moaned non stop, “YYYAAAAAA! PLEASE! YYAAAAA!... A AAAHHHHH!” she arched her back violently, a loud almost painful sigh escaped her.
My lips slowly lessened their pressure and released her. Tangy juices trickled down onto my tongue, I licked my lips again and stood up. She stayed in place, her body swaying slightly from the enjoyment of her (presumably) first orgasm. I pulled out my eager erection, and went and removed a condom from a dresser drawer. I wasn't going to risk anything. I slipped it on and took my place behind her. I held her hips and gently pulled her back towards me. I glided in, she was more than wet enough, but she gasped as my meat stretched her. Her vagina squeezed my already tightly wrapped sausage, but still I pressed on. I know I should've gone slower, and it's not that I was overly horny (between her and Lisa my schlong had been getting drained regularly), but it was hard to look at this girl who initially asked ME if she could suck my dick, and see her as some innocent girl who needed slow tender love-making.. She may have technically been a virgin, but she was no VIRGIN. So without any consideration for her pussy's experience level, I just began fucking her. She nearly yelled with each stab of my spear, but believe me, this was not the kind of yell that says stop… I looked down at her tight pink little asshole puckering up at me and grinned, ‘one thing at a time’ I thought. She came again, but I didn't stop, just continuing to thrust. Her body shook, and pulled away but I kept pulling her back into me. I eventually came too, squeezing her tightly and letting out a series of grunts and profanities as I filled my rubber. I walked away to dispose of it and let her lay there and recover, she was very out of it so I eventually gave her a ride home. She was in a daze, I'm not sure if it was from pain or the afterglow of orgasms, but she forgot to ask for her $10, but it's OK I'm good for it.
It was over a week later and Jill still hadn't come back around.. And my uncomfortable balls yearned for release. So one day I brought Lisa home, and wouldn't you know it, she was a virgin too… Was…I gave her the same after-school treatment I'd given Jill.. And for $10 I deflowered my best friend's little girl, best money I ever spent! Now I really felt like I'd had my revenge on Mark. To my surprise Lisa recovered rather quickly, and the next day was bouncing on my lap in the front seat of my car behind a grocery store.. The next day was the back seat, then my kitchen table.. I was glad Lisa was enjoying herself, because it was another week before Jill came back, and when she did she requested just blowjobs for awhile.. I could've sworn she was still walking funny.
Three weeks later.
The girls all had their own schedules. Between school, other activities and I'm sure other clients, up against my own work schedule, and Sarah being home herself sometimes. Meant that between Lisa and Jill I may ‘get some’ multiple days in a row, but then go many many days without anything at all. I currently found myself stuck in the latter. It was the beginning of summer and Lisa's family had gone on vacation. Jill had gotten a summer job helping her mother at their hair salon, it was part time but still added to me seeing her a lot less. Sarah was also home a lot more, with school being out and Mark being gone, I'm guessing she didn't have as much work to do either. She would occasionally head out but would be back sometimes just minutes later, I'd roll my eyes and laugh when she'd walk back in, I'm guessing whoever she met was QUICK.
But as a single man, particularly a single man who had up until recently been getting regularly serviced by a couple of expert young cocksuckers, I found myself prick-in-hand, having to masturbate again. I didn't really jerk off much prior to all this, your body gets used to going without, so sharing a small 1 bathroom home with your daughter isn't all that big of a deal. But when she's home all the time and you're trying to take care of yourself, you suddenly find yourselves in each other's way a lot more.
One such day I found myself in this exact situation. I walked into the bathroom unannounced, finding my daughter buck naked, shaving her legs. When I walked in she had one leg up on the counter so her spread cooch was pointed right at me. There was yelling and apologizing, followed by me hurrying into my room and whipping my out my unexpectedly hard erection. I wasn't three strokes in before she came bursting in to scold me some more about waking in on her! There was more yelling and awkwardness, before I finally blurted out..
“Well how bout I just give you $10 to do this for me!” we both froze.
“what?!” she said, offended. I could have said something, anything, to try and retract my statement , but I just stood there looking at her defiantly. “ you mean like what you do with Jill ?!” she said defensively. She was standing in my doorway with a towel wrapped around her.
“ you mean what you do with Mark , and all those other boys!” I spat back at her.
“ how do you know about that?!” she shrieked in horror. Her eyes were nearly coming out of her head, one hand clutching her towel, the other covering her mouth in shock.
“well how do you know bout Jill?” my eyes narrowed at her. She just stared back, not sure how to answer. After what felt like hours of tense silence I finally came clean, “I know what you girls have been doing..” my voice softened. She began to speak, surely to claim innocence but I cut her off, “stop, I know about your arrangements, I've even seen you.. Out in the garage with some boys..” you could see her will to argue and keep up the charade starting to dwindle. “I'm not mad, not any more at least, I don't like to think that you're doing this, I don't like that the other girls are either, and I really don't like that Mark is one of your clients.. If you really wanted to do this then why didn't you ask me!?” crap, that came out wrong, I didn't mean to say that..
“what? You would've been cool getting head from me?” she asked. A voice inside my head said fuck it, so I went along with it, but I had no idea how she was going to react.
“I just mean that.. if you were going to blow guys, shouldn't you have at least asked me?... I like it and I'd feel better if it was me rather than them… I'd rather you do it and me give you the money instead of Jill.” I couldn't believe what I was saying. But moreover, I couldn't believe she was listening and not just shouting in disbelief.
“when Lisa first brought up this idea, our original plan was to ask our own dads, it seemed.. simpler. I mean, we live together, so it would be easy, and safe. We've heard of other girls we know who have given their own dads BJs before, they said they really like them. But we were scared you all would overreact and ground us. So we just decided to each try with another dad, and to our surprise you were all cool with it. We thought about swapping, but we figured that you guys were fine with the idea of someone else's daughter doing these things, but like you said your self, you don't like the idea that your daughter was doing it.” as she contained I just kept thinking that there was no reason my cock should still be hard, but in fact it was harder and aching.
“I mean.. It would be nice to not have to sneak around.. And be able to get them whenever I wanted..” I said, grinning a bit, and I pulled it back out of my shorts. It was hard and pointed right at her.
She starred, not scared like I would've thought she'd be. If anything I was the scared one. I waited for a reply, but she never said anything, rather, she just walked over. There was no more discussion on the topic, she didn't even look at me, she just kneeled down and took ahold of my member. I shuddered in startled anticipation. She inspected it, sliding her small hand along the veins of her father's penis. There wasn't anything quite sexy about it, she wasn't trying to be seductive, it was very cold and professional. But still my tool ached and yearned for her mouth. If being with her best friend Jill and my best friend's daughter Lisa were so tantalizing due to the risqué nature of those affairs.. Imagine how arousing the thought of my daughter doing it must've been for me! If for no other reason than it being the ultimate taboo. Being with those other girls was naughty and inappropriate.. This was down right forbidden! I felt like I was going to cum just thinking about it!
She finally looked up at me, probably checking to see if I might be having cold feet. I don't know exactly what my facial expression was, but it wasnt as calm as hers. I couldn't tell what she was thinking, but she looked completely fine. I on the other hand was sweating, and I would have to guess my face looked like any idiot boy who was about to get his dick sucked.. Excited, confused, dumbstruck, worried even. She looked back at my package, deciding how to proceed, still gently stroking it. I expected her to maybe say something, but she didn't, she just leaned forward and took the head of my prick into her mouth. I gasped. She sucked and stroked me. It was quiet, my heart pounding was the loudest thing around. I'm not going to lie, this was the fastest I've ever achieved an orgasm, and I'm about to tell you why.. My head stayed looking down, watching the absolutely most inconceivable act to ever take place. Perhaps just a minute in, she looked up at me, our eyes locked, my lips trembled, and hers kept sliding back and forth over the ridges of my cockhead, almost tempting me to say something. But I didn't.. So she did. She let my meat fall out of her mouth, but still brushing against it. Her hands picking up the pace just a bit, and our eyes holding each other.
“Does that feel good daddy?” the words felt more inappropriately stimulating than the act itself! I let out a series of stuttering gasps that vaguely resembled ‘uh huh’. When a blast of jizz slipped out of me, splattering across her cheek. She barely reacted. She simply placed her tongue under my tip and allowed me to spray onto it and into her mouth. Blast after ball draining blast flowed out of me, occasionally sprinkling onto her face, but she ignored it, patiently waiting… Maintaining eye contact. When it seemed like the worst was over she returned to sucking on me like a popsicle, her cheeks sinking in, simultaneously pulling it all out of me and cleaning me off. She held me between her lips for a few and then finally released me. I saw her throat surge up and down as she swallowed my load. I don't know how she learned to do all of that, but I enjoyed it. All in all I lasted maybe 2 minutes, it should've been embarrassing but I was too out of it to even notice. She walked out of the room and returned, dressed, and I was still standing there too weakened to even put my hanging pecker away. She cleared her throat and snapped me out of it, “that will be $10”. I blinked at her, I honestly just didn't have cash on me.
“um, I'll have to get some for you later.” whats more awkward than getting head from your daughter? Finishing in 2 minutes! What's more awkward than that? Paying her for it.. And even worse? Not having the money to do it!
“ok. I'll just put a reminder on the calendar.” she said sweetly. And then we went on with the rest of our day like nothing had happened. That evening as I sat in my recliner watching TV after dinner, she came in and said “I'm going to my room, do you want another blow job before I head to bed?” she looked completely unphased by the question, but I nodded and started unzipping my pants. I leaned back and continued watching my show while Sarah bobbed her head in my lap. I'm proud to say I lasted longer that time, and when she finished she went and put another note on the calendar, and that's how that started.
Over the next month I racked up quite a tab. She and I told Jill what had happened, and that while I might still get the occasional BJ from her, I was going to be primarily using Sarah. She understood and there were no hard feelings. For days Sarah and I actually bonded while she opened up about what she had been doing and how it all worked. I admitted to her that I'd also received head from Lisa, but I left it at that. And while I wasn't going to prohibit her from continuing to have these other clients, I admitted that I wanted her to stop with Mark. She agreed, really she was just replacing him with me. And while it was hard to see her leave knowing that she may be going to suck off some other guy, I also knew that these boys were all pretty much 2-pump chumps and that she was still a virgin and it could be worse.
When Mark and Lisa's family returned from their vacation Sarah went over to catch up and tell Lisa about our new development, she was over there awhile and when she returned she had a concerned look on her face.
“you had sex with Lisa?” she asked, she seemed upset.
“um, ya honey… and Jill too, just the once.” I decided I may as well be honest.
“OK.” was all she said, and she went to her room. She didn't talk to me the rest of the day. It wasn't until the following night that she had something to say. “Dad?” she asked, catching me as I was walking down the hallway. She stood in her doorway completely naked, it caught me off guard. While over the last few weeks she had seen me naked several times and had gotten a very close look at my private parts, I had yet to see her so much as toppless during any of these encounters. Yet there she was standing before me looking like Phoebe Cates.
“ya?”
“will you have sex with me too?”... I couldn't say the word yes fast enough.
Turns out Lisa told her how much fun it was having sex with me.. So much fun in fact, that she came on to her own father, and now Mark was sticking it to her whenever they could sneak away.. I need to remember to let him know that I'm the one to thank for that.. Sarah was still a virgin, they all were before me, and naturally she didn't want to be the only one of her friends who hadn't done it yet, not that I needed any convincing I was more than happy to oblige her.
I gave her the full treatment. I threw her on the bed and dove face first into her little snatch. I ate her with abandon, she came several times over before finally having to push me away. While she laid there catching her breath I undressed. My clothes fell to the floor and my erection stood out in front of me. She stared at it nervously. She'd obviously seen it already, played with it, tasted it. But now it suddenly looked larger than before, what was once a plaything now seemed much more imposing. I motioned for her to scoot up the bed and I followed, crawling up over top of her. Her eyes stayed fixated on the staff hanging between my legs, aimed instinctively at her muff. ‘there's no way that'll all fit inside me!’ she thought to herself, she even debated saying ‘NO’, but she didn't, and I lowered my hips towards hers.
She held her breath as I entered, she was dripping wet from the orgasms I'd given her orally, so the tip slid right in. As my rigid veiny meat began to stretch her, she let out a gasp, not out of fear or displeasure, but out of anticipation, I slowly filled her up.. It hurt but felt incredible, she spread her legs as much as she could welcoming me in. And when I bottomed out, my pubes pressing into hers, our hearts pounded with excitement. This felt so wrong, even though we were in our own empty house, we couldn't help but fear that someone could burst in at any moment and catch us in this treacherous act. Alas, I felt her loins grind against me, urging me to continue. And so I proceeded to fuck my daughter, not hard or fast, but lovingly. She had asked for this, she wanted to experience sex, and she asked me, her father. She had other young men in her life that would've been thrilled to do this, but she picked me, I like to think, because she trusted me, as her father, to not only make it good, but make it safe and comfortable. And so I did, I took long, slow but steady strokes, sliding between her silky flesh. She panted and squealed, watching my body move above her. It wasn't long before I could tell she was nearing another climax, her breathing increased and her legs squirmed around me. Her hands slid up and down my body, then hers, unsure what to do with them before eventually clutching her own breasts. Panting turned to small screams that got bigger and bigger with each thrust. I was getting excited and had to remind myself to calm down, not because I was worried about coming too soon, but as I got more aroused my movements wanted to become a little too rough, and so I kept them consistent and tender as possible. But for her it didn't matter how relatively tame this sex was, it was still building her up until she finally exploded with ecstasy, writhing around beneath me. I felt her young pussy pulsate tightly on my dick. And her hands clawed at the bed. Her eyes fluttered and her face twisted into unrecognizable expressions. She let out noises mixed with words, begging and praising and cursing, not directed at anyone, just shouting them into the air. Until the room finally became quiet again and her body went still.
I stopped moving, just hovering above her, unsure how she wanted to proceed. Was she done? In pain? And after a minute or so I got my answer, she grabbed my hips and pulled our bodies together, rubbing her crotch against mine eagerly. And so I continued, steadily sliding my glossy rod into my daughter. She came twice more, quickly. And mine followed soon after, forcing me to pull out and send sticky streams of thick fatherly jizz all over her body, before collapsing alongside her.
We rested for a while, not talking, just breathing. And then I got up and went into the shower. It wasn't a minute later that she joined me. We made small talk, ‘what's for dinner?’, ‘pass the soap’, I reminded her of some frivolous chore she needed to do. We were both naked, but none of it was sexual. However, that didn't stop my penis from reacting to the sight of her shiny wet body. It began rising, there was no point in concealing it, so I just continued washing while it swelled up. She noticed and took it upon herself to address it. While my eyes were shut from the spraying water I felt her take hold of it followed by the embrace of a warm mouth. My eyes opened to the sight of a small bobbing head below me. The feeling was great and the ambiance was rather nice, but I knew this was going to be fruitless and didn't want her spending an hour on her knees, so I stopped her.
“hey kiddo, I appreciate that, but there's no way I'm going to cum again just yet, so it's OK, you don't need to do that.” I told her with a smile.
“but it's hard?” she looked at me and looked at it a little confused.
“ya, sure, I mean, that will happen, however I can tell that I'm not ready to actually cum some more, so you would be doing that for a long time..”
“oh.. So it can get hard even if you're not ready to go again?”
“I mean, it's ready, like, it can still perform, but no I wouldn't be able to finish.” she looked at it and at me quizzically.
“Well since it's hard can it still be used? So, can you do me again? Even though you won't finish?” she asked innocently.
“um, ya sure.” I shrugged.
She stood and proceeded to turn around and arch her back, presenting her upturned ass to me. I guided myself into her snatch and fucked her again, filling the house with echoing sounds of wetting slapping flesh and pleasured young moaning. She almost seemed insatiable. Those next few days were a repetitious array of sex acts followed by rest, followed by sex, followed by rest.. You would've thought that her learning that a man's penis can get hard even if he's not ready to go again was like finding out a secret to the universe.. She didn't actually need me to participate, just my dick. She looked at me like I was some sort of walking dildo, and quite frankly she seemed to prefer it that way. My days started with my daughter sucking out my morning load, and moments later she was left with a hollow instrument of pleasure that could last her much longer than if it was still full. I'd sit or lay around the house while she bounced herself to climax after climax, followed by moments of repose, before wanting more.
She ended up telling the other girls about our sex life, and they seemed surprised too, having never thought about using a man just for their own pleasure even if he was already ‘done’. It sounded like Lisa and Mark only ever had brief quickies in order to remain undetected. So she was intrigued by the idea of having sex with a man who wasn't necessarily having sex back, and could last longer. Sarah agreed to share me, and on several occasions Lisa would come over to ride my already spent cock for as long as she could. Usually bouncing on top of me while I sat and watched TV or simply rested after work.
Regardless of the girl, eventually I'd feel my loins boiling and I'd take on a more active role, bending her over or climbing on top of her, fucking her enthusiastically before spuing forth my seed across her body. This bought me only minutes, 30 or so, before she'd return to wake up my manhood for further play. Naturally the novelty of continuous intercourse wore off and our sex life became more manageable. By the time summer ended it was just an everyday part of our lives, taking place at what we deemed “usual” times (mornings, after school/work, bedtime). Treating sex (including oral) as normal life-acts made it feel less wrong. Instead of coming home and masturbating, we used each other, achieved our orgasms and went on about our day..
At some point Sarah realized that her own desire for sex was costing her money, and that I no longer needed to pay if she was always the one initiating it. So we sort of returned to our system of paying for sex.. But as I became more and more accustomed to using my daughter's body for daily pleasure, it quickly became apparent that I wouldn't be able to afford to use her as often as I wanted to. She was very willing, but my wallet was not as accommodating. So rather than strictly a cash system, we started a barter system… sexual favors began being traded for other types of things.. Like being able to go to a party, staying out past curfew, letting her and her friends have a beer, that sorta thing.. Essentially if she'd suck me off or whatever, I'd be a more ‘cool’ dad. Naturally we stopped throwing the words sex and blow job around and changed it to ‘chores’.. I'd give her a set allowance in addition to being more lenient and allowing her to do things as long as she completed enough ‘chores’ each week, which worked out to at least once a day. She really made out like a bandit in all this, because at least half the time it was sex, which she really wanted anyways, so she would get to cum too, plus get paid for it! I was such a softy, but what can I say, she's my little girl..