Study Break by Rajah Dodger {rdodger@hotmail.com} (c) 2004, 2009 This work is licensed under the Creative Commons Attribution-Non-Commercial-Share Alike 3.0 United States License (by-nc-sa). In jurisdictions where the Creative Commons license is not recognized, United States copyright and Berne Convention provisions apply; all rights reserved to Rajah Dodger except that electronic not-for-profit reproduction rights are explicitly granted with the stipulation that this authorship and permission note must remain attached. Abstract: When Dad checks up on what his daughter and boyfriend are studying, he finds himself a participant. But who is teaching whom? Giggles and whispers. Not what I wanted to hear when my daughter was studying with her current boyfriend. If my wife hadn't been out of town on business, I'd have rather let her handle it, but that's life. I fumed outside my daughter's door, then opened it and strode in. My worst nightmare was lying open-legged on her bed, her boyfriend's face eagerly moving between her thighs. I hadn't seen her naked since she was about eight, and the difference between that angelic little girl and the mature woman's body on display held me rooted in place. Make that aroused woman, as her boyfriend got to his feet giving me an unobstructed view of Sandra, one hand twisting her left nipple and the other rubbing her glistening lightly-downed mons. I opened my mouth, but nothing came out -- and I was suddenly aware and ashamed of the erection filling my pants. I heard the boy's voice softly in my ear; he had stepped behind me while I was in shock. "She's beautiful, isn't she -- look at how excited she is, you just can't take your eyes off her!" And he was right, I couldn't. Couldn't move my eyes, couldn't utter a word, even as he slid his hands around my hips to unfasten my belt and drop my trousers to the floor. Sandra rocked her hips and moaned, thrusting her knees out to either side and making her lust-swollen lips flare open between her thighs. I only halfway felt the brush of room air as my briefs were lowered, the boy's fingers tracing the throbbing vein under my shaft. A hand between my buttocks urged me forward. I knew there was something I should say, something I could do to stop this obscene pageant, but somewhere between his hand pressing my shoulders down and my daughter's plaintive cry of "pleaaaase...." those thoughts were drowned out. Instead I bent my head and kissed her there, my tongue flickering along her cleft. Sandra twisted her fingers in my hair and ground herself against my mouth urgently. Her legs wrapped around my ears as knowing fingers wrapped around my cock, and suddenly I was lost in the moment hearing voices crying out and not knowing or caring whether they were hers, or mine, or his. Lying on my back on the carpet afterward, staring at the ceiling, I absently heard the slapping of skin against skin on the bed. His voice came, "You were right about him, but what about your mom?" And hers: "Oh please... I cracked her IM logs two months ago, poor Dad's got no idea the kinds of things she and your mom are into. She'll be on her knees and begging for the privilege. Ohhhh... yeah, just like that..." My cock rose again. I couldn't let this happen. Surely there was something I could do. The bed started creaking again, and I wrapped my hand around my cock and closed my eyes... /END/