I was really horny. I’d gotten this way often enough before, but the sensation of wanting some kind of sexual contact had grown by an order of magnitude since dad had “taken” my virginity two weeks earlier. Given this opportunity, I just walked into the bathroom where dad was showering, pulled down my shorts and panties, and sat on the toilet to pee. I did all that before dad had a chance to say anything.

“What are you doing in here?” he asked in a somewhat unfriendly tone.

“Peeing,” I said matter-of-factly. I turned toward him and spread my legs further so he could see more easily. The shower was over a bathtub and had a sliding glass door, easy to see through except for the water that beaded it.

“Well, shit, Lauren, we have another bathroom,” he said.

“Whatever,” I replied, and wiped myself. I stood up, my t-shirt stopping at my waist and my shorts around my ankles, my pussy staring him in the face. “Don’t you like it?”

“It” referred to my… you know. I had some hair there, but it was still thin and my slit showed prominently. I was only sixteen, somewhat brazen, somewhat scared.

Dad’s cock had become half-hard and was still stiffening, so he didn’t really need to answer. I looked at him in the shower. He was forty, I think, and pretty good looking. Dark hair, kind eyes, a nose that might have been a little too big, and a nice smile. Decent shoulders, although they weren’t huge or anything. Hair on his chest. Just a little fat around his tummy. Which brings us to his dick, which was… about average. It was about six inches long when it was hard and averagely thick, although that was bigger than the two boys’ cocks I’d felt up. Oh, and his cock was now hard, totally hard.

I stepped out of my shorts and panties. I took off my t-shirt, so I was completely naked, like dad. He rinsed off and slid the door open.

“What do you think you’re doing?” he asked. His dick pointed almost directly at me.

I didn’t answer. Instead, I got down on my knees on the cold, hard floor and took his cock in my hand. After stroking it several times, I opened my mouth and put the end of it on my tongue. I licked him several times, then slid my lips over the circumcised end. I sucked him, my head bobbing, and took half his cock into my mouth. My head bobbed some more. I had little idea what I was doing or how much he could take before he came. My dad’s cock was the only one I’d ever sucked and I’d only done that once before.

I leaned back and his cock popped out of my mouth. I rubbed his dick on my boob, around and around on the nipple, my hand no longer stroking. Daddy looked down at me, smiled, and sighed.

“OK, baby girl, let’s move to the bedroom,” he said. Exactly the words I wanted to hear.

Daddy pulled back the covers. He wrapped his arms around me, holding me close, his stiff cock standing straight up between us, and he kissed me. His hands slid up and down my back, grabbing my ass, as his tongue pushed between my lips. We fell into bed together. I laughed nervously.

I reached down and felt his cock. My hand was flat against it and I moved away a little bit so I could see and so I could masturbate him. I put my thumb and forefinger around it and stroked a little. I stroked the entire length. I reached down further and cupped his balls. I felt his tummy muscles tense, then relax. I fingered his balls a bit and I couldn’t make heads or tails of them. Why did men have such a goofy addition to their anatomy? I decided they’d best be left alone.

Daddy’s hands, meanwhile, were exploring me. They rubbed my nipples and with his right hand, he played with my clit. He touched it very gently and slowly began to rub it in circular motions. This felt delightful. He could rub me there all day. He put his middle finger partway inside me, then took it out and resumed massaging my clit. Lovely.

I quickly turned around and straddled his head with my thighs, bumping his nose with a knee. Leaning over, I took his cock into my mouth and began to suck. Everyone knew about sixty-nine as a sex position and it was surprisingly easy to get into. Daddy’s head came up a little and he licked my cunt.

Maybe I shouted when his tongue first hit my clit. I must have done something, as a sudden thrill shot through me. My head came off his dick and I simply gave in to the feelings daddy was arousing. His tongue entered my cunt hole, then resumed licking my clit. I remembered what I should be doing and began licking the end of his cock. I held his cock firmly and tongued it, enjoying especially the salty taste when a slippery drop of pre-cum leaked from the tip.

I turned myself around and sat on his thighs, so much bigger than the boys in my class, and held his cock against my abdomen. I’d never know what it felt like to have one. I began to rub myself along his dick, my hips moving up and down just a little, and I leaned forward so that daddy’s cock was again straight up between our bodies. Wriggling, I could feel the hardness of it against my skin. My small boobs brushed his chest, my nipples as hard as pebbles, but mostly I enjoyed the sensation of a stiff cock being rubbed by my cunt.

Sitting up, I moved just a little so that my labia held his cock in place. My cunt was dripping wet. I slid back and forth once along his cock and daddy moaned with what I took to be pleasure. I bore down, pushing my cunt against his cock, moving my cunt back and forth. My clit was throwing off sparks of electricity that raced through my lower body. I tried to reach back to massage his balls, but his cock slipped out of position and I returned to just rubbing him back and forth.

Daddy hadn’t said a word since we got into bed. I looked at his face and wondered about this as my clit rode over his cock. I realized that he was submitting to me, although I didn’t exactly think of it as submission. He was accepting me as a woman, despite my age and my being his daughter, capitulating to the power of my cunt, my tight, inexperienced cunt. A shiver flew up my spine.

“I love you, daddy,” I said.

“I love you, too, baby girl.” He sounded a little hoarse.

I continued to slide myself back and forth along his cock. Then, without really thinking about what I was doing, I lifted myself up and pulled his cock upright under me. I lowered myself a fraction of an inch and felt the tip of his cock trying to enter me. I took a deep breath, and maybe I held it, and I lowered myself an inch further. I gasped, but it didn’t hurt nearly as much as that first time. Another inch and I was breathing quickly, but I still felt pretty good. I lowered myself all the way onto his dick and let out the breath it turned out I’d been holding.

“Oh, that’s so nice,” he said. “God, your pussy feels so good. You are so tight!”

I grinned and began to pump myself up and down on him. I could see that he liked it – loved it – just by watching his facial expressions. His hands reached out and grabbed my thighs, not really doing anything, just to touch me, I think. I felt his cock inside me – inside me! – and I shivered again. Up and down. Although it felt good, it didn’t feel awesome. Daddy’s eyes were closed. I tentatively reached down with my hand and rubbed my clit. I was ready to stop as soon as he opened his eyes, but he didn’t, and I continued to rub myself.

Masturbating while being fucked by my father had been a fantasy of mine and now I was doing it. My fingers rubbed quickly back and forth over my clit. Daddy’s cock slid up and down inside my cunt. I rubbed a nipple with my free hand. I saw daddy’s eyes open and his hips moved as though he were about to pull out, signs he was about to cum. I stopped rubbing myself and screwed myself down tightly on his cock.

“Cum inside me, daddy, I want to feel your cum inside.”

“No,” he said, “I can’t. You’re my baby girl and…”

“Do it, daddy, fuck me. Fuck me with your cock and give me all your cum. I want it, really, I do. Now, daddy, now!”

I felt the warmth of his explosion inside me. A bunch of distinct spurts warmed me. I had made this happen, my cunt, me, had made my daddy cum. I’d never felt so happy.

When he’d finished cumming, his shoulders slumped back.

“Oh, Lauren, how could you let me do that? Cum inside you? You could get pregnant, you know.”

“No, daddy, I just about can’t,” I said, both pleased with myself and a little sad that the sex part was over. “The day after you made love to me the first time, I talked to mom about getting on the pill and she was very calm about it. She tried to talk me out of doing it, all the usual bullshit, but I was adamant and I might have hinted about thinking about having sex with someone at school regardless. Anyway, she agreed and did whatever she needed to do. I got the pills a couple days later. So… I’m good!”

I kissed him and he kissed me back. When I leaned way forward so I could do that his cock fell out of my cunt and some of his cum flowed along with it. I lay down beside him.

“That’s really something,” daddy said. “You taking care of yourself that way. I’m very proud of you.”

I cuddled closer. My head was on his shoulder, my breast against his arm. I let my hand rest on his cock. For a few minutes, we just lay there, and then his cock twitched. Well, it wasn’t exactly a twitch, but I felt it grow a tiny bit. I petted it and it grew the tiniest bit more. I ran my finger along the length of it, maybe three inches, and it grew again. I rubbed his balls, very gently, and watched his cock lengthen further.

I moved my head down and kissed the end of his half-hard cock. I could feel it hardening. Soon it was totally stiff and I had half of it in my mouth. I’d discovered that having a cock harden in your mouth was a good thing to do.

“Baby girl,” daddy whispered, nothing else.

I got on my knees and began to suck his cock again. No longer quite so shy, I reached between my legs and began to masturbate. Daddy didn’t say anything, so I rubbed my clit a bit faster. I felt his hand push mine aside and daddy began to play with my clit himself.

My hands free, I put them both around his dick as I sucked it, tasting the cum on it, feeling the spongy mushroom-shaped head. Daddy’s fingers rubbed my clit for half a minute before he stopped to put a finger inside my cunt.

This felt somewhat interesting, but nothing like his fingers on my clit, it was like comparing a peck on the cheek to French kissing. I thought about saying something, but didn’t, too embarrassed for both of us. His finger moved back and forth inside me while I sucked his cock. I wondered if maybe I was sucking him as badly as he was fingering me? I stroked him while sucking him a little deeper into my mouth, then pulling back to encircle just the head of his cock while my hand jerked his shaft. I couldn’t tell if I was doing it well or not and I was too shy to ask. And my mouth was busy.

I reached back down to masturbate with me doing the work. Daddy’s finger continued to fuck me, but I massaged my clit and it felt great. I was still sort of sucking his cock, but I was really getting caught up in masturbating. Using three fingers, my hand slid back and forth across my clit. Daddy finally stopped fingering me and I barely noticed. What I did notice was that his hand moved to his cock and gently pushed mine away. He started stroking himself and after his hand grazed my lips a few times, I quit sucking. We seemed to have reached an agreement that neither one of us was too terrific at what we had been doing, or at least we weren’t as good at it as we were at masturbating.

I lay down next to daddy on the bed. We were side by side, but turned toward each other so we could both watch. He was stroking his hard cock maybe two inches from where I was playing with my clit, when I realized I could be showing him a better way to do me. I turned around and sat with my butt near his hip, one leg across daddy’s legs and my other leg along his side. It was comfortable enough. Daddy sat up a little so he could see my cunt better.

He had barely stopped stroking and was back at it pretty hard, his hand moving quickly along his shaft. His balls were bouncing. I was stroking myself more slowly, three fingers together moving from left to right and back again. I rubbed in circles, then returned to back and forth on my clit, a little bit diagonally, not perfectly straight. I briefly pinched my clit between two fingers, then returned to back and forth. I rubbed my clit with one finger, then two, then three again.

Daddy stroked himself up and down. He didn’t do anything else. Mostly, he watched my hand on my clit, but sometimes his eyes would close for a few seconds and he’d think about… whatever it was: Fucking me? Fucking mom? Fucking somebody else? Giving his best friend a blow job? Watching me pee? I noticed my eyes closed every once in a while, too, but I just thought about the sensations I was having, tingly sparks flying from my clit. Maybe that’s what daddy did, enjoyed whatever he was feeling. I watched his hand moving really quickly now, the top part of his cock turning red, the circumcised end of it almost purple. Daddy came.

Probably because he’d already cum inside me, cum didn’t explode from his cock, but rather it spurted suddenly, just a short distance that he aimed at me. Cum landed on the edge of my hip. One more short spurt that barely made it to my thigh, followed by several little dribbles of cum. I thought about stopping my masturbating, but I didn’t.

I continued doing it with just my middle finger on my clit and my ring and index fingers right beside it. I rubbed it back and forth, up and down, sort of vibrated my finger… my whole world became my finger and my clit, and fairly soon, I came, too. Like most times, it was a sudden fizziness around my clit, but for seconds it was also like a cork had been popped out of a champagne bottle several times. It was the best orgasm I’d had so far in my life. I might have moaned a little.

Ever-practical daddy said we had to get cleaned up because mom would be home soon. I didn’t really care, but he seemed determined. We got into the shower together and rinsed off. I fondled his cock a little, but nothing happened, not a twitch, not a millimeter of growth, and no smile on daddy’s face. We toweled dry and went our separate ways.

I don’t really know what happened when mom came home, but soon after she went into the bedroom, she pulled daddy inside and closed the door. Maybe they just had sex, but I heard somewhat loud voices and that was quite unusual. Maybe she’d found signs of daddy’s cum or my wetness in the bed? Maybe she’d smelled that sex had happened? Mom confronted me the next day, but that’s another story.