“Daddy, wake UP! I want my orgasm now!”

I opened one eye and saw Ashley opening the electric blinds to let in an overcast day in Barcelona. The sliding doors were already open from last night and I could hear the splatter of raindrops. Cars splashed along the wet Rambla street below.

Ashley turned toward me and unbuttoned her pink pajama top. My other eye opened. I had come to love the exotic shape of her breasts in the last two days – more elongated than round, like small curved cones, each with a tiny brown berry at the end. My cock was hard, just like every morning when I woke up. She pulled off her bottoms and, completely naked, climbed on top of me. Inching up on her knees, her pussy touched my chin.

“I really liked how you fucked me in the ass last night, Daddy, but it’s my turn to come.”

I licked her pussy lips, easily visible through sparse blonde hair. I intended to be careful of her clit at first, but her wet juices coated my beard. I guess she’d been thinking about this awhile, maybe even masturbating. My tongue lapped at her cunt, the juices more nectarine than peach this morning. Holding her hips with my hands, I raised my head to press my tongue against her clit and she pushed back. She squealed.

Leaving my right hand on her ass, my left threw off the sheet. I began to masturbate. Ashley turned her head and said, “Hey! You better not come before I do.”

I mumbled into her pussy and just as I began to push my tongue in deep, my daughter reversed her position. Her wet young cunt was over my face, her breasts over my stomach, her face inches from my cock. I love to be watched when I masturbate.

“OK, honey,” I said. “I’ll stop until you come.”

With a hand on either thigh, I pulled her cunt into the best licking position. My tongue thrust between her pussy lips and her hips bucked as though fucking my face.

“Daddy, you’re leaking again. That’s that pre-cum, right?”

“MmmmmHmmmmm,” I acknowledged and sucked at her pussy.

I felt the slow flow of pre-cum touch my stomach, followed by Ashley’s mouth on my cock. My tongue licked her clit and she swallowed a little more of my cock. With my hands on her instead of myself, I hadn’t thought about coming, so I wasn’t prepared when she put her hand on my shaft and sucked. Her nipples brushed my skin, just the faintest touch, and suddenly it was too late to get control. That tension from somewhere between my balls and my asshole built instantly from nothing to inevitable. I tried to resist. Ashley sucked my cock. For a few long seconds I gripped her thighs and squeezed my butt tight to hold back, making the eruption of come into her mouth that much more forceful.

She didn’t let go, but she stopped sucking and come flowed out of her mouth, over her hand. I spurted again and began to feel come dripping down my hip. Without thinking, I tried to push my cock into her throat, not thinking just fucking, but she shoved me back with her hand and coughed a mouthful of come on to my dick. My left hand slid on to my cock and I finished myself off with quick, slippery strokes as come continued to flow.

Ashley lay alongside, squeezed against me on the twin bed, and sighed, “Oh, Daddy . . . I guess you needed that.”

I moved on to my side so our noses almost touched and pulled her close, her breasts pushing into my chest. Her nipples were hard. She kissed me, her mouth open, and I was aware of my come in her mouth. I kissed her back and while my cock got softer, our tongues fucked frantically.

“Just give me a minute, honey.” I smiled. “I’ll give you back to back orgasms and we’ll be even.” I thought about that. “Maybe ten minutes. I’m not as young as I once was.”

“But you’re as young once as you ever were?” she said, paraphrasing the song.

“Yeah, I guess, but I’ll never be seventeen again like you are,” I said, still breathing harder than I should have, one hand on her ass. “But then again, I had no idea what I was doing when I was seventeen, while you seem to know an awful lot. Tell me, baby girl, what was that last night about your mom saying I had a nice cock or whatever it was? I know she’s nuts, but that seems an unlikely topic for conversation.”

She put her head on my chest and her hand held my balls. I kissed the top of her head. I was in no hurry to move and the weather didn’t encourage a trip outside. This is what she told me.

“Well, Daddy, you know Chase? The guy who picks me up sometimes, although more at mom’s than your house. Or I meet him and everybody somewhere? We, I guess I can tell you now that we’ve been having sex. It was nothing at first. We were both so shy. He would kiss me and I’d let him put his hand inside my blouse and I’d make it easy for him to get my bra loose. I even had to help him find my nipple, I think, and tell him to be gentle. He didn’t know anything back then.”

I draped an arm over her and touched a nipple with my fingers. No squeezing.

“Back then,” she continued, “I didn’t even put my hand on him. We would lie on the backseat of his car or his mom’s sofa or wherever. He would get on top of me and just rub against me. He’d kiss me and I’d feel his hard cock through his pants. It was like he was fucking me with our clothes on. It got me kind of hot, I would even get wet down there, not that it mattered. Sometimes I would wear a skirt so it would ride up. I would let him pull his pants down, but not his underwear, and it was like his cock was trying to get inside me anyway. I could feel the end of his dick push just a tiny bit into my pussy, but we had the jockeys in between. He would rub back and forth and pretty soon he’d come inside his underwear. I could see the big wet spot when he sat back. I always wondered what he told his mother?”

I rubbed her breast and she fondled my balls briefly, but stopped when she started talking again.

“He wanted to fuck me, but I was afraid of getting pregnant, even using the birth control mom got me. For about a month, I gave him blowjobs, and I tried to teach him to play with my pussy, but he wasn’t any good at it. Are you OK, Daddy?”

“Yes, honey, sorry, I just never really thought about you doing all that stuff. I mean, I think I sort of knew it, but I didn’t think about it.” I moved my hand to her ass and rubbed it. I didn’t mention how I hoped half her friends would be happy to fuck me. I had thought about them a lot.

“Whatever. He got tired of just coming in my mouth and I was getting tired of just going back to mom’s or your house and masturbating. I would even come home and think about you catching me with my fingers on my clit and fucking me.” She chuckled. “Now, maybe you will! That feels nice, Daddy, rubbing my ass like that."

“Anyway, Chase had an idea. He suggested fucking me in the ass, so I couldn’t possibly get pregnant. We watched some internet porn before we tried it. I couldn’t believe how hot the porn made him. About two minutes into watching almost anything, he would pull out his cock and ask me to suck it or give him a hand job. I even tried to calm him down once by showing him a guy fucking another guy in the ass – the one guy’s cock going in and out while the guy on the bottom jacked off – and Chase watched the whole thing with his hard cock in my mouth. When the guy masturbating came, Chase even backed up the video a ways to watch it again and when the guy jizzed all over the bed again, Chase came so hard I couldn’t swallow it all.”

This was my daughter telling me all this? I didn’t think she was innocent, certainly not anymore, but I had missed what a difference the internet made to being her age.

“So, where was I? So Chase started fucking me in the ass later that same afternoon after my gay blowjob. The first time was just scary, not fun, but it didn’t hurt or anything. His cock’s not nearly as big as yours, Daddy, not as long or as thick. Although it gets really, really hard.”

My strength was returning, although my cock was still soft. I should have taken a Cialis. My finger touched Ashley’s asshole.

“Ooooh, Daddy!” She pushed her ass toward my hand and I slid my finger in.

“I, um, I forgot again. Chase’s cock in my ass . . . ooooh. I like it when you wiggle your finger. Yes, yes!”

I can take a hint. I rolled her on to her stomach and got my knees between her legs so I could kiss her shoulders. I encouraged her to keep talking. My not hard cock touched her ass. I kissed some freckles and then the tan line from a bikini top. I kissed the small of her back.

“Daddy, you’re making it hard to talk. So after a couple times like that, Chase fucking me in the ass, but he didn’t last that long, I started masturbating while he did it. I thought we had a pretty good arrangement. A cock feels really good in your ass, you know, Daddy? I like how Chase filled me up and it’s exciting and he tells me how hot he gets watching me touching myself and when he came in my ass his cock would even seem bigger.”

My cock was tingling, although it wasn’t very hard yet. It sucks to be old. I kissed Ashley’s ass, sort of sucked at it. I kissed the bottom of her spine. My lips brushed the surface of her butt and I licked her crack. She was wriggling quietly. I thrust my tongue into her asshole. I almost never did this with anyone, but I expected she’d really like it and I wanted to make her happy.

“Holy shit, Daddy!” she squealed. “Oh, my god! Keep doing that. Please!”

I did. My tongue fucked her tight little ass. One hand reached under her to rub her pussy. I put a thumb into her cunt. It was a little awkward, but she buried her head in the pillow and made muffled noises. I made sure I my hand rubbed against her clit, too, even as my thumb moved around inside her cunt. My tongue paused once in a while to lick around her asshole before plunging back in. My cock was hard again.

Quickly, I turned her over, put my thumb in her ass and my mouth on her clit. I sucked her clit and her legs squeezed my head. I pressed the wide part of my tongue against her clit, pushed my thumb into her asshole as far as I could, and she rewarded me with a loud squeal. She didn’t actually crush my head, but it might have been close. I kept licking until I was sure she was done.

“Doing good, baby girl?” I asked.

“Fuck, Daddy, I liked sex before, but that was unbelievable.”

“Let’s just rest for a bit.”

She replied, “Like I could do anything else. It’s like I just finished two sets of tennis. But way better.”

I got a bottle of water from above the mini-bar. I could smell the sex in the room and wondered what the maid would think. My hard cock waved at her when I walked back to the bed. We passed the water back and forth.

I rubbed her stomach.

“Maybe we should get some breakfast,” I suggested. “Or lunch. I’m not sure how late it is.”

“The weather sucks.”

It was, in fact, raining harder. But, as I like to say, food is good for you. I took a shower and dressed while Ashley showered. While she was in the bathroom, I took a Cialis. Always pack all your prescriptions. Ashley got into some jeans and a Hard Rock sweatshirt, even though it wasn’t that cold out. I could barely make out her breasts under the heavy cotton.

We got a large umbrella from the front desk and, in a moment of brilliance, I asked to have the beds pushed together to make one king sized bed. I knew this was common in Europe and tried not to blush as the guy at the desk raised an eyebrow, saying, “Of course, sir, right away.”

Arm in arm, close together under the umbrella, Ashley and I walked the short distance to the Boqueria, where Juan was happy to see us, flashing his trademark smile. Sitting at the counter of the Pinotxo Bar, I had coffee, strong and black. Ashley got some orange juice and a pastry that wasn’t quite a croissant.

She leaned close and whispered, “Daddy, do you think they can tell we had sex?”

I whispered back, “Only if we talk about it.”

We talked instead about what we should do the rest of the day and decided we’d seen much of the city already and the weather wasn’t getting any better. From various stands at the expansive market I bought some juice, a baguette, some fruit and some Manchego cheese for the room. And a bottle of red wine.

Back in our room, the beds had been transformed from two too small to one plenty big. We even had two more pillows total than when we’d left. I reopened the sliding doors so we’d have some sense of being in Barcelona. When the wind blew in a few raindrops, I closed them halfway.

“Do you still want to hear about mom, Daddy?”

“Sure,” I said, “just let me open this wine first.” It wasn’t quite noon yet, but, as they say, it was five o’clock somewhere. “Do you want some?”

“No thanks,” she said. “So about two months ago, Chase said we really should do sex the right way. I didn’t know what to do, I didn’t want to lose him to some slut who would fuck him when I wouldn’t, but I was still scared of getting pregnant. So I asked mom.”

“Really? You figured your mom would be OK with Chase . . . you know?” The wine was a little sweet, but not bad for eight euro. I could tell you it tasted of raspberries and oak, but really it just tasted red.

“Well, she took me to get the implant and everything. I had to ask somebody who knew something. A girl. So I asked mom and you’ll never guess what she said. Guess!”

Ann might have said almost anything – she had been sexually adventurous her whole life, including sex with her brother, threesomes with me, and probably things I had no idea about after nine years of marriage. I went for the obvious.

“She said go ahead?”

“No, Daddy, she said she wanted to talk to Chase first.”

I hadn’t seen that coming.

“At first, Chase said no way, but I told him if he wanted to fuck my pussy, he had to talk to mom, even though I didn’t know what she wanted to tell him. He finally gave up and came over to the house. He and mom sat in the living room, at opposite ends of the sofa, the big leather one you used to sleep on, not the love seat. Mom sent me upstairs so they could talk.

“So I went upstairs and hid just around the corner so I could listen. Mom just chatted at first, what about picking a college, what about sports, how’s your mother doing, like that, then asked why sex was so important now. Chase said he loved me, stuff like that, but mom didn’t believe him. Finally he said he was old enough he needed sex and he thought I would enjoy it, too, and mom said, ‘OK, on one condition.’”

I held my breath.

“Mom said she wanted to supervise.”

I burst out laughing. “Your mother is a piece of work. What did Chase say?”

“Well, first, I came down the stairs and told mom she was nuts, just like you said. I said we’d just have sex anyway. I said he could fuck me right now on the floor. I was pretty angry. But Chase was looking at mom, sort of looking at her body, I think, and he said, OK.”

“Your mom is still awfully hot, honey. You know that. All that running and tennis she does, she’s in better shape than I am. Still has a nice butt and nice legs. You have good genes!”

“I hope I get her boobs.”

“Ashley, your boobs are delightful, no matter what. I love them the way they are.”

“They’re goofy.”

“No, honey, they’re special. They’re not just the same boring tits, they are uniquely you. I love you and I love your ‘boobs’.”

I sat next to her on the bed and held her.

“You’re just saying that, but thanks. So we all go into mom’s bedroom and mom tells us to take off our clothes....