The Best Dad a Girl Could Have

©2012

By Candy

 

You may think of me however you want, but please don’t think of me as a bad father.  Lindsay was eight when her mom ran off with her young tennis coach (a sad cliché, right?) so my hand was forced.  I needed to be open with her about all things sexual as she approached the terrifying (to me, at least) world of puberty.  Explaining her mother’s sexual hunger and counterbalancing it against my duty to be nonjudgmental about how she abandoned her daughter made my openness a foregone conclusion.  A father raising a daughter on his own doesn’t have a playbook to consult; he’s pretty much alone.  I think I’ve done a good job.  As I’ve been open with her, Lindsay’s been open with me.

Her first period—check (“Don’t forget tampons, Dad.”)

Her first crush—check (“Don’t worry Dad, it’s not like I wanna have sex with him or anything.”)

My first serious girlfriend—check (“Dad, it’s okay, really, like if she sleeps over. You need to have some sex…”)

And then there’s the hot tub.  Before her mother took off I built an addition to the house and installed a hot tub.  The enclosure was much like a sun porch, with large windows that could be opened for air yet closed in colder weather for all-year enjoyment.  Unlike a completely outdoor location, the room provided us privacy.  The wife and I had many a hot, late night session in the tub after Lindsay had gone to bed.  I should have known the marriage was doomed when she stopped using the hot tub with me.

Probably because of the spa rather than anything else, one thing Lindsay and I were open about was nudity.  The hot tub was our nude zone.  My daughter knew what I looked like, and I her.  Seeing the physical changes as she matured into a teenager helped us in frankly talking about those changes.  Seeing me naked took the mystique away from boys’ anatomy.  During long periods between girlfriends, I’d pop a hard-on with ease in the tub, soliciting some candid discussions of anatomy and sex.  (“Are all men’s as big as yours? I told you about Jimmy Dawson showing me his, and it was like a quarter your size, and he thought HIS was big.”)

I never once thought of touching her.  It was never like that.  She’s my daughter and I would never hurt her.  And I don’t mean to emphasize to exaggeration our nudity in the hot tub.  It’s simply that the hot tub plays a central role in this narrative.

 

One Wednesday in early September my back was bothering me so I cut my day short and headed home from the office, anticipating a soothing soak in the hot tub.  Not sure if Lindsay was home from school yet, I entered the house without calling out for her.  Proceeding toward the extension and the spa, I carelessly undressed, letting my clothes fall where they may.  Even when I heard the distinctive sound of the bubbling, roiling water and figured Lindsay was home and using the spa, I remained on aching-back autopilot.

“Dad! You’re home!” she said before I noticed that another girl was in the hot tub with her.

The girl lowered herself in the water to hide, but I had no such means except retreat.  “I’m sorry for barging in. I’ll leave you two alone,” I said as I turned and ducked out of their sight.

Lindsay called out, “Is something wrong Dad? Is it your back again?”

On the other side of the doorjamb I said, “That’s it. I was looking forward to a soak, but don’t worry about it.”

I overheard the ensuing conversation.  Lindsay said to the other girl, “It’s really okay, you know, like I told you, my dad and I always use the hot tub together, so he sees me naked all the time and he’s cool with it.”

“I don’t know,” the other girl answered.  “I like being naked in here, but I don’t know if I can be naked in front of your father, for God’s sake.”

“Believe me, he’s not a perv,” Lindsay said before giggling, then saying “How many boys have you seen naked?”  Whether she answered or just shook her head I didn’t know, but Lindsay followed her question up with, “My dad’s a hunk, and he’s like REALLY big!” and giggling again.  There must have been some silent or near silent agreement, or maybe my daughter simply made up the other girl’s mind for her, for Lindsay hollered “Dad, it’s okay if you want to join us. Sophia said you could.”

I waited a couple of seconds to answer so as not to let her know I’d been eavesdropping.  “Are you sure? Do you want me to put a bathing suit on?”

“Silly, Dad, like of course not. We never wear bathing suits in here and you know it!”  From the mouths of babes, I thought.

“Okay then,” I said before reentering the spa room and climbing into the tub.  “Sophia, huh? Nice to meet you, Sophia,” I said as I extended my hand to her for a handshake.  Since she’d stared at my cock all the way into the tub, it took a few tries before our hands came together.  I think my girl is the most beautiful girl in the world, but this Sophia was a stunner for sure.  A full, raven, dark head of hair framed a round, angelic face.  Her eyes were large, deep brown pools.  Unlike my daughter, Sophia already had full breasts, not too large but squeezably firm looking, with pronounced nipples that overwhelmed (in a sexy way) small, pink areolas.  “My name is Dan,” I continued, realizing that my dick was growing independent of any will on my part.  Thankfully, it was mostly hidden by the roiling water, though not totally.

Lindsay said.  “Sophia’s new here.”

“Where are you from originally?” I asked the girl.

She nervously explained that she used to live in a town upstate and the family moved here when her dad got a new job.  I asked what he did, and as with most kids nowadays she could only vaguely describe her father’s “office” job.  I told her about my work, trying to treat her as an adult like I did with my daughter.  Even with the distraction of conversation, I couldn’t help but stay hard while looking at this beautiful young creature.  And both girls noticed.

Conversation ceased as I lay back, closed my eyes, and allowed my aching back muscles to relax in the heat of the tub’s water.  Eventually, Lindsay said that Sophia had to go, but not before in her best adult-sounding voice explaining to her that she couldn’t tell anyone about the hot tub and the nudity.  “They wouldn’t understand.”

I opened my eyes as both girls stepped from the spa.  I was surprised to see that Sophia had a full, dark bush of pubic hair.  I knew that in this day and age most older girls shaved and waxed, yet my Lindsay still only had what amounted to peach fuzz.  How old was this girl?  Inexplicably, the sight turned me on even more.

Without much else to say, I said “I’d get up to show you out but it probably wouldn’t be appropriate right now.”

The girls got the point, both looking underwater at my high and proud erection.  Lindsay giggled.  Sophia didn’t, looking as if she would faint instead.  As the girls grabbed towels and went into the house, the last snippet of talk I overheard was Lindsay saying, “Don’t mind my father. He hasn’t had a girlfriend in a while,” and Sophia saying “He’s so big!”  I couldn’t hear if my daughter agreed with her friend on my size, though Lindsay was right, it had been awhile.  I wanted to jerk off while the memory of Sophia was still fresh, but I was afraid Lindsay would come back here and catch me.  I chose to suffer instead.

When Lindsay did return, she was dressed.  She sat on a bench next to the spa and said, “I’m sorry, Dad. Maybe I should’ve asked you first about Sophia and I using the hot tub.”

“Don’t worry about it. Maybe I should be the one apologizing for my inability to control my…ahem…body. You trust your friend not to tell? It probably would be hard to explain the three of us naked and together in the hot tub, wouldn’t it?”

“She won’t say anything. I think she’s kinda embarrassed about how she reacted to seeing you…your…you know. Like it’s the first time she ever saw a penis except for her little brother’s. She was kinda horny, I think.”

“And what do you know about being horny?” I asked with a smile; after all, sexuality was not a secret between us, so I knew that she knew.

Lindsay laughed.  “Two words, Dad—Justin—Bieber.”  I laughed along with her.

I said, “How old is Sophia, by the way? She’s rather…developed, isn’t she?”

“Yeah, she’s the same age as me, but she had her first period at like nine or something, and then her boobs and hair grew fast after that, at least that’s what she told me. All the boys at school say awful things to her and try to touch her. She hates it but sorta likes it too; does that make sense?”

“Sure it makes sense. Think about it. She may be annoyed by what the boys say and do, but the attention makes her feel womanly, like a grown up and not a kid anymore. That can be a powerful force.”

“I guess so,” she said.  She looked into the hot tub at my now semi-flaccid cock and asked, “Did you…?”

I chuckled, “No, I did not, smarty pants. That would’ve been wrong, wouldn’t it?”

“Yeah, because you would’ve been thinking of Sophia, and not a woman.”

“You’re much too smart for your age, sweetheart.  Now go and let the old man soak his aching back a little longer.”

She leaned over and kissed me on the cheek, before whispering “You’re not old. And if you weren’t my dad, I’d feel just like Sophia felt.”  I watched her walk back into the house.  Whoa, did I have to be careful!

Later that evening I officially gave Lindsay permission to bring friends over to use the hot tub.  “No boys, though, because that’d be like having a big sign saying ‘SEX HERE’ and you’re not ready for that kind of pressure no matter how much you like the guy.”

“I understand, Dad, and I promise that when I want to have sex I’ll talk to you first.”

I kissed her on the forehead and said, “I’m the luckiest father to have a daughter like you.”

“I’m the lucky one,” she said as she hugged me tightly, “you’re the best dad a girl could have.”

I wondered if the sex prohibition would extend to girl-girl experimentation.  I’m not naïve.  I know that sort of thing happens all the time.  An image of Lindsay and Sophia locked together materialized in my mind and I grew erect.  Maybe this time I would jerk off.

Weeks later, Lindsay told me that Sophia still talked about me.  Whether ultimately a good or bad thing, the idea fueled my libido like nothing else could.  I dated the new woman in the office a few times.  When I told her about having a hot tub, she invited herself, more or less, so one evening after dinner we went to my house, stripped and climbed into the tub.  She didn’t show any inhibition about getting naked in front of her date so I was sure sex was on the menu.  Damned if I didn’t need it.  Like a formula as old as mankind, we sat closer, kissed, kissed some more and fondled until we were both ready.  My cock was so hard I needed no encouragement, but the lover in me said I needed to pleasure her orally first.  I lifted the petite woman up and sat her on the tub’s rim.  Let’s just say she was quite appreciative of my cunnilingus skills.

It wasn’t long before she cried out “Fuck me, Danny…fuck me! Oh…please!”

I muttered “A condom won’t work in the water.  Let’s go in the house.”

“Who cares about a condom? I’ll fuck you good in the water. I need that great cock inside me…now!”

I cared about condoms, but if she wanted bareback, I’d give it to her.  I sat back down and she straddled me quickly so her natural lubrication allowed for underwater penetration and didn’t get washed away.  She did all the work, bouncing over my full length.  I was worried about premature ejaculation—it had been a long time after all—so I began thinking about crazy things to take my mind off cumming.  Thankfully it didn’t take her long to climax.  The slut turned out to be a real screamer, so I had no doubt Lindsay knew exactly what was happening out here.  I floated her off me just in time; string after string of milky semen spewed from me, and it was soon all over us.

We showered together, and my ‘buddy’ didn’t take long to get hard again.  I did her from behind.  More screaming ensued.

After taking my date home, I went back to the hot tub to drain and clean it.  While I was working, pajama-clad Lindsay joined me.  “I figured you’d have to clean up,” she said.

“Not sleeping yet?”

“How could anyone sleep with all that noise?”

“We agreed that you wouldn’t question my love life.”

“But Dad, she sounded like a bimbo. Why her? Did she remind you of Mom? Was that the attraction?”

I was dumfounded by her attempt at analysis. Sure, I went for the easy lay, but I never thought of my ex-wife for one iota while doing so.  “Is that what’s bothering you? You think I’m looking for another woman like your mother?”

“When Mom left you, she like basically said that she didn’t want me either, so I don’t care about her. Who I care about is you. I want you to find a woman to love, not just for sex. Dad, you deserve to be loved by someone else besides your too-emotional daughter.”  She came into my arms and kissed me, and I felt both loved and uncomfortable with it.  Her kiss wasn’t simply the innocent kiss between a father and daughter, so I was confused but didn’t say anything afterward.

The following weekend came, and Lindsay surprised me again.  “Would it be okay if I invited some friends over to use the hot tub and maybe, like do some sunbathing on the patio?”

“Who are these friends?  Do I know them?”

“You met Sophia.  The others are Kristin, Mallika and Ashlyn.  I don’t think you’ve ever met them.”

“They don’t have big mouths, do they?”

“No Dad, silly…I wouldn’t invite them if they would tell everybody about going naked in the spa.”

“Good, then I guess it’s okay.”

When the girls showed up I did my fatherly duty and sized up my daughter’s friends.  Lindsay made the introductions.  Mallika was the color of rich chocolate, with a round face and long legs that seemed to go on forever.  Though she had a wide mouth with a great smile, a too-large nose kept her from being pretty, in my opinion.  Kristin had long blond hair and was as skinny as a proverbial rail, with no discernible chest.  Ashlyn was the polar opposite of Mallika.  She had a full head of unruly bright red hair, and skin so white she could have been an albino except for her green eyes and millions of freckles.  Even with a pretty face, she was on the pudgy side, which probably didn’t automatically attract the attention of boys.  Lindsay aside (I’m biased), Sophia was still the champ in my mind as far as beauty was concerned.

I noticed some looks exchanged among the girls so I knew right away that Sophia, and perhaps Lindsay too had discussed my participation in the last soak.  To confirm it, Lindsay asked, “Dad, you can join us if you want.”

I glanced from one girl to another.  “Two reasons I won’t.  One: even if you promise not to tell, sooner or later I’d get into deep trouble being with you all at your age.  Two: Lindsay and Sophia know what happens when I see a pretty, naked girl,” I said as I glanced down at my pants-front for effect.  That solicited giggles from all the girls.

Lindsay laughed loudest before saying, “Yeah, Dad, maybe that’s what we want to see!”

I smiled, “Not today, little wench. Now go and enjoy the hot tub.”

The giggling quartet went out back as I tried to read a book, yet concentration was fleeting as I remembered a naked Sophia and imagined what the others might look like.  Maybe I’d use the hot tub after they were done, but it definitely was too dangerous now.  Curiosity got the better of me and I eventually put the book down and walked toward the spa room, intending to eavesdrop.  I listened to mostly giggling girl-talk until the subject of sex came up.  Clearly from the conversation these were all virgins.  Lindsay regaled her friends with sex information she got from me, admitting to the girls how open I was as a father in discussing sexual matters with her beyond the nudity.

One of the girls said “Do you think we could, like change your dad’s mind about him joining us? You know we won’t say anything.”

Another girl said “Omigod, no! I don’t want to be naked in front of a strange man.”

That’s when Lindsay said “Like, he’s not a strange man, he’s my dad. He sees me naked all the time, and he’s seen Sophia naked too. It’s not like he’s gonna grab you or anything. Besides, you guys always talk about what boys look like. Well, you should check out my dad; he’s like buff and has a really big and long one, which I bet is way bigger than any boys we know.”  She giggled, and then added, “And you should see it when it gets hard!”

A voice that must be Sophia spoke, “Oh God, yes! It was soooooo huge, and when he looked at me all I could think about was what it would be like to have sex with a man that big.”

Lindsay answered, “It probably wouldn’t even, like, fit, I bet.”  That got all of them giggling again.  And it got me stiff.

I listened for a while until they decided they’d had enough of the hot tub and went to the patio fringe to sunbathe.  Based on the overheard discussion, my pride (and libido) took over and I stripped down to short and decided it was my turn to use the spa.  They didn’t notice me dropping the shorts and entering the bubbling water.  The only girl I could see from my vantage point was Mallika, who was on the end of the sunbathing quartet. Unlike Ashlyn, the already dark-skinned girl would not benefit much from tanning.  I hoped that Ashlyn had put on a good amount of sunscreen, and then the thought of one of the other girls rubbing it on stiffened my cock once more.

When I saw Mallika stir, I called out “I’m in the hot tub. Just want to warn you.”

Lots of giggling ensued as the girls got up from their towels.  Lindsay said in a low voice to one of the girls, “C’mon, he won’t bite. You said you wanted to see, right?”  As the budding beauties came into view one by one, I saw that the hesitant one was blond Kristin, being pushed along by my daughter.  One after another climbed into the hot tub and spread out around me.  Before she entered the spa, I got a good look at Mallika’s body.  She was the only one with a bald pubic mound, and her vulva looked especially lickable with more than a hint of pink, inner labial folds.  I was extremely stiff and figured there was no way to hide what the girls wanted to see.  They were all staring, too.

“I told you what would happen,” I said with a grin, hoping not to spook them.

“I’m too hot,” Ashlyn said, stepping out of the water and sitting on the tub’s rim, probably unaware of what could be a double-entendre.

“Me too,” said Sophia, who followed Ashlyn’s lead.  Within a few moments the other two did the same.

Lindsay giggled and said, “Are you too hot too, Dad?”

“You’ve tortured me enough already, and now you want to torture me more?” I said. “Okay, but remember, no telling anyone.”  I stood and did the same as they had, sitting on the rim with only my feet in the water.  They now had no problem seeing my erection.  Would the damn thing ever go down again?

Mallika and Sophia, who were the closest on either side of me, made no effort to hide their stares.  For a moment I thought Sophia was going to reach out and touch me, but instead she uttered a soft moan.

I tried to break the spell by asking, “Except for me, I guess, what have you girls been talking about? Boys, I suppose.”

Lindsay answered, “We’ve been trying to talk Sophia into shaving her pubic hair, like Mallika does. What do you think, Dad? I mean, like, you even shave yours.”

Here I was, surrounded by five nubile teens, arrayed before me with their legs apart and with a clear view of their pudenda.  I mentioned what Mallika’s looked like.  Kristin, like my daughter, only had a small tuft of light fuzz.  Ashlyn’s orange bush wasn’t actually much of a bush either, looking like she trimmed it often.

“Lindsay’s probably told you all about how open I have been with her about growing up and sex.”  They nodded.  “So I’m going to be candid with you, her friends. Mallika, you look great, don’t get me wrong, but I think this whole idea about girls going bald down there is all wrong, and I’ll tell you why. You guys know something about oral sex, right?”  More nods.  “Well, when a man enjoys cunnilingus with a woman, there something about the taste and smell of her that can really turn him on.  I think that pubic hair can add to that sensually—as long as she takes showers, that is.”  They all giggled.

Kristin said, “Cunni-what?”

Lindsay, sounding quite like a schoolteacher, explained the word to her friends in graphic detail, highlighting the fact that oral sex didn’t just mean fellatio. With her mention of blow-jobs, the other girls went back to staring at my cock, which like being on autopilot popped back up to full erection.  Were they individually sizing up their mouths to my cock?

Sophia looked up at me with her big, brown eyes and said, “You really mean that? You think it tastes good, you know, to put your tongue, like, down there and lick it?”  I couldn’t help but look down at her bush, and it really wasn’t a surprise to see the glistening moisture of leaking lubrication.  This girl was very wet.

“It would be a pleasure,” I said without thinking.  This time, Sophia’s moan was more audible.

Lindsay gave me a cross stare and said, “Dad, don’t tease her like that.”

“I’m sorry. It’s just that cunnilingus is good for the man not just the woman. That was my point.”

Mallika asked, “It’s good for a girl?”

I glanced in turn to each of them.  “I told you I was going to be frank with you. Women—girls—have places down there that are very sensitive. I bet you’ve all figured that out by now,” I said with a smile.

Lindsay leaned closer to skinny little Kristin and whispered “He means when we masturbate,” though I still heard her.  There was no doubt in my mind the others knew what I’d meant.

I said “Tongue play can give a woman…or girl…a very different but special orgasm.”

Sophia wasn’t the only one leaking now.  All of them, even my own daughter, had tell-tale trickles of glossy wetness dribbling from them.  By then, I was leaking too. 

Mallika noticed.  “What’s that?”

I explained the phenomenon of pre-cum, and acknowledged that I easily saw their own moisture-laden reaction to what we’d been discussing.  Not only did they look down at themselves, a few hands went to their pussies as well. Lindsay’s expression was one of amazement as one after another of her friends appeared to be contemplating masturbation.  That’s when Mallika said in a hoarse voice, “Can I touch it?”  I looked to my daughter for guidance.  She seemed to ponder the ramifications before shrugging her shoulders, admitting what I supposed was the inevitable.

“As much as I’d like you to, it’s not a good idea,” I said lamely.

Lindsay seemed to make up her mind.  “Dad, we’re all virgins, and the good looking boys never look at us the way you do. It’s up to you, but no one will ever tell about it.”  The others quickly confirmed her statement.

“I don’t know why the boys don’t chase after any of you, but maybe they’re afraid of you in some way.”

“Yeah, I kind of understand that,” Lindsay said.  “Like, I’m always getting A’s in school and the boys are like intimidated by me. And Ashlyn is a brain, and she’s such a wiz with computer code she makes up her own games, and that really intimidates them.”

Mallika piped in, “Yeah, it’s like me with basketball. They don’t like a girl who can beat them at hoops.”

I said, “I hope you all understand that instead of thinking that something’s wrong with each of you, you must realize that the fault is with the shallow-minded boys. They can’t see how lovely all of you are, though I’m getting to see more than they do.”

Quiet little Kristin finally spoke up.  “You really think I’m pretty?”

“Come over her and sit next to me,” I said.  She moved slowly but eventually sat next to me after Mallika sidled away.  “What do you see when you look in the mirror? What I see is a petite girl who when many will get fat she’ll have the slender figure of a supermodel well into adulthood. And a pretty face to match.”

“But I don’t have boobs.”

I wanted to touch one of her cute little muffins but thought better of it.  “Sure you do. They look firm and your nipples are nice and puffy. Men like that, take my word for it. Big, humongous breasts are overrated.”  Kristin was studying her own breasts as if to verify what I said about them while the rest were either assessing their own or watching my cock do its elevator thing—up, down, and up and down.  This close to natural blond, petite Kristin, a spinner-to-be, meant that I was ‘up’ again.

Ashlyn said, “Do you think I’m fat? That’s what boys say.”

“You’re not fat, sweetheart; you’ve got womanly curves a real man would know how to handle.”  I winked at her, knowing my ‘real man’ comment translated to ME in her mind.  My bad.  “I love your freckles too, so don’t think badly about them; they make you special, as well as your natural red hair.”  She shuddered, and I thought Jesus, did she just have an orgasm?

I faced Mallika and said, “I used to play hoops in school, though I wasn’t that great. I’d be happy to shoot some baskets with you, even though you’ll probably make me look bad.”

“I’d like that, Mr. Donaldson.”

“You can call me Dan.”  Then I faced Ashlyn again. “Ashlyn, I’d like to learn more about HTML and web page design. Can you show me?”

“Yes, Mister…I mean, Dan,” she said barely above a breathless whisper.

I was going to say something to Sophia when she unexpectedly palmed my shaft and ran her hand up and down a few leisurely times.  I started to say “Don’t” but never got the word out.  Everything up until then had been almost like foreplay. Ejaculate streamed out of my cock in several ropes.  All the girls gasped as Sophia, Kristen and Mallika got hit with hot semen.

I had some explaining to do.  “That shouldn’t have happened, and I’m sorry.”  Lindsay’s expression was noncommittal, so I pretty much confirmed my suspicion that this whole scenario was staged and that she’d make sure none of them said anything about today.  They basically knew what had happened, so I used the experience as a teaching moment about condoms.  “Lindsay and I have spoken about this many times, but someday you’ll have sex and no matter what the boy says about not cumming inside you or pulling out, us males aren’t good at controlling ourselves, as you just saw. Always insist on using condoms. You don’t want to be a pregnant teen and you don’t want to catch an STD—you know what that is?”  They all said they did.  God bless Sex Education; at least some was better than none.

The girls that got splattered rinsed off in the water before the group decided to go, leaving me alone in a hot tub of floating gobs of spent semen.  They all gave me a chaste kiss, with Sophia lingering a bit longer than the others.  My daughter was last, and besides a kiss she thanked me, said she loved me, and once more promised that nobody would talk.  She smiled and said, “I guess you’ve got to clean the spa again.”

I overheard the chattering and the activity of everyone dressing and finally the front door opening and closing.  Then there was silence.  I climbed from the tub and pondered the amazing experience.  “Lindsay, what have you started?” I whispered.

Not bothering to put on any clothes, I headed to the master bath for a shower, mostly to clean off the remnants of my cum.  After toweling dry, I walked into the bedroom to get fresh clothes.  My bed wasn’t empty.  Sophia was lying there, still wearing nothing but a smile.  Her legs were spread apart and her lush bush still glistened from all her secreted pussy juice.

“Taste me,” she implored, holding her hands out, beckoning me to her.

Needless to say my cock was standing at attention once again. “Are you sure, sweetheart?” I said as I approached the bed.

She said, “Ah-huh,” and spread her legs wider.

Almost every part of me said no, but the parts that said yes won the battle.  “You know that once I do, there’s no undoing, right?”

She nodded as her hands went to her thighs, inching closer to the promised land. My tongue beat them to it.  Her musk of arousal was overpowering yet sweet.  My tongue touched silky lubrication as I parted her pubic bush and probed her swollen labia.  Short of actual orgasm, I don’t think I’ve ever been with a woman who grew as wet as this girl already was.  Her immature clit was hard to locate at first, but my probing tongue-tip teased it out of its fleshy sheath until it poked out proudly.  No sooner did I lick and suck on her clit than she cried out and climaxed with a convulsion that shook the bed.

I let her enjoy the orgasm until she relaxed and I asked her, “Was that what you expected?”

She answered my question with one of her own.  “Did I taste good like you said?”

“You’re delicious,” I said, and I meant it.

“Taste me again,” she demanded.  I did what she asked.  I was more aggressive with my lips and tongue this time and was rewarded with another spectacular—and louder—orgasm.  I moved from between her legs and lay next to her.  “Your face is all wet,” she said, giggling.

“No fooling. That’s all from you.”

“I liked that,” she said before surprising me by licking her juices from my lips and chin.  “I never felt like that before.”

When her tongue touched my lips again, I enveloped it with my mouth and the act morphed into a kiss.  Having already cum twice, so much heat radiated from her body I wondered if she’d leave burn marks on me.  My extremely hard cock rubbed against her and she felt it, exhaling a long, soft moan.  When she pulled her lips from mine, her big, brown eyes looked at me and breathlessly asked, “Do you have a condom?”

“Are you sure?” I said.  “Your virginity is a special thing.”

“I want to give it to you.”

And I’ll gladly take it, I thought, as I climbed from the bed and pulled a condom packet from a dresser drawer.  Looking down at the lovely young teen laying there on my bed with her legs apart, her pussy moist and ready, and an expression of utter arousal on her face, I almost began to cry.  “Would you like to help me put it on,” I said, holding out the condom after I tore it from its wrapper.  I lay next to her as she studied my erection, and then the two of us together unrolled the condom onto my cock.

Propping her ass up on a pillow, I got on my knees between her legs and looked down into the gates of heaven.  Amazingly, Sophia showed no outward signs of nervousness or fear, even as she looked up to see my big cock looking over her.  It was time.  Whispering as many encouraging words as I could think of, I placed my cockhead at her juicy opening and went in an inch or two, gauging her reaction.  She made no sound, and looked more anticipatory than pained.

“Don’t stop,” she whispered.  I didn’t.

I penetrated her virgin vagina slowly.  Her reaction was to arch her neck, throwing her head back and closing her eyes.  I didn’t feel any obstruction, nor did I see any blood; she must have destroyed her hymen during many masturbations (a broom handle, a shampoo bottle, her mother’s ‘hidden’ vibrator?—the imagery almost made me cum right then and there).  She was tight, of course, but so incredibly lubricated that I fucked her with ease, riding high, making sure I was hitting her clit on each slow thrust.

Her soft moans grew louder and I thought once more how amazing this girl was.  I wondered if she hadn’t been a virgin after all.  I never imagined that a girl’s first time wouldn’t include some fear or doubt.  After I gave her an orgasm I’d get the truth out of her, I figured.

I really didn’t know if I could hold off cumming, but suddenly Sophia’s moans turned to yelping cries, her back arched, and her hips and legs twitched rapidly.  This orgasm was going to surpass the two I gave her with cunnilingus.  The thought gave me renewed vigor to keep fucking her without cumming.  I banged her hard as her vagina convulsed around my about-to-explode cock.

Her blissful cries echoed around my bedroom. 

“Ohhhhhhhh, I’m gonna cum!” I groaned.  Her eyes shot open as she felt the first of my ejaculatory spasms.  She grabbed onto me and pulled me deeper into her, as deep as I could go.  More cum shots exploded from me, with her reacting to every orgasmic spasm with one of her own.  Thank God for the condom; she must be fertile, and most certainly would’ve been impregnated with so much sperm hitting her cervix.

“Ever since Lindsay told me how special you were and I saw your penis, I wanted you to be my first,” she said softly as we lay together.  “The way you looked at me and told me how pretty I was, not like the stupid boys in school, and especially what you said about my hair down there…about tasting it, made me hope this day would come.”

“Not just hope,” I said, “but plan too, right? Lindsay helped set this up, didn’t she?”

Sophia smiled and nodded.  “But it’s what I wanted.” While we spoke, I caressed her body from her breasts to her thighs.  She was obviously enjoying everything.  She added, “Can we do it again? I promise I’ll never tell anyone about it.”

I indicated my wilted, satisfied cock, still encased by the condom, and told her it would be better if we waited for another day.  She liked the sound of “another day.”

I pulled off the condom and showed her the volume inside.  “That’s why you always use one. You would have gotten pregnant for sure.”  She shuddered visibly, either at the realization that my cum could have been in her, or the idea of pregnancy itself.  I told her how special I felt for being her first.  She reiterated that she’d tell no one, though I knew “no one” didn’t include Lindsay and perhaps the rest of her circle of friends (whom I now thought of as the Hot Tub Four).  We didn’t exactly set a date, but I knew the next time would be soon.  Now that Sophia had a taste for sex, I believed she’d be one hell of an ‘active’ young lady going forward.

 

Lindsay and I sort of danced around what we both knew but couldn’t talk about.  Based on her demeanor, there was no doubt in my mind she knew.  How she felt about me doing her friend wasn’t so obvious.

She surprised me—and answered that question somewhat—when the following weekend she had Mallika over asking me if I meant it about playing some b-ball with her.  I told a smiling Mallika that my promises were golden, and I went upstairs to change into athletic shorts and a tee.  Mallika looked delicious in satin shorts that highlighted her long, coltish legs, and a skimpy tank top, with only her sports bra spoiling the fantasy.

I drove the three of us over to the Middle School where there was an unused outdoor court.  With Lindsay as the cheering section, Mallika ran rings around me as she made me look suitably old and awkward.  My only saving grace was that my jump shop touch hadn’t deserted me after all these years.

Tired and extremely sweaty, Mallika and I hugged each other and I admitted to her skills.  “No wonder the boys are afraid of you,” I said.

She looked up at me with her smiling, expressive eyes and said, “You’re not afraid, are you?”  If we hadn’t been in public, she would’ve kissed me, I was sure.  The look on her face told me I was going to delight in another girl’s cherry.  And Lindsay’s expression told me that she knew it too.

Back at the house, I left the girls alone and took a shower.  What would happen would happen, so I tried to put the young girl out of my mind, but that proved difficult as I grew erect in the shower.  It was déjà vu in my bedroom.  Naked Mallika was sprawled across my bed, on her stomach with her chin propped up by her hands and a huge smile on her face.

“Mmmmm, will you do to me what you did to Sophia?” she asked, batting her big eyes for effect.  She was still sweaty-looking from our hoops play, and the musk she exuded was intoxicating.  As if reading my mind, she said “You told us that you liked the taste of a girl. Will you taste me like you did Sophia, even if I don’t have any hair?”  Not waiting for an answer (did I even need to give her one, with my cock proudly erect?) she rolled over and spread her thighs for me.

Mallika’s pussy was a dream.  She had thick, puffy outer labia and the pronounced inner labia of a more mature woman.  Through all the basketball workout, and without showering, she still didn’t exude any bad odor, just the sweet musk of an aroused girl.  Her clit proved to be as thick and puffy as her outer labia.  I licked and sucked on it, and she orgasmed rather quickly, grasping my head to her pulsating slit as she convulsed.

“Did you like me?” she asked, much as Sophia had.

“You are delicious,” I answered.  What had I said about déjà vu?

“Now I want you to make love to me.”

She had my stiff cock in her hand and she began to pull me toward her spread thighs.  Imagining what it would be like to fuck this young girl bareback, I nonetheless smartened up and reminded her of the need for a condom.  She let me go, and I retrieved a packet from my supply.  Mallika was eager to roll the condom on, which prompted me to ask, “You sure you haven’t done this before?”  She emphatically shook her head.  Where were these eager beavers when I was younger?

No surprise, Mallika was more athletic and therefore turned out to be more active than Sophia had been.  First off, she wanted to be on top.  When I asked what she knew about positions, she proudly mentioned that she’d seen “lots” of Internet porn, and that on top looked like more fun.  Who was I to argue?

She was too aggressive on first penetration, grimacing and moaning “Owwwwwwww.”  A trickle of blood told me her hymen had just been shredded.

“It’s okay, hon,” I said, “go easy, relax, no need to rush,” while holding her narrow waist to keep her from impaling herself before she was ready.

“But I wanna feel good!” she said loudly, obviously frustrated that it wasn’t going exactly like in the porn videos she’d seen.

“You know what ‘doggie’ means?” I said, still holding her up.  She nodded.  “Why don’t we start out that way until you’re used to me…my size…and then after you can be on top if you want, okay?”

She eagerly scampered onto her hands and knees and offered her tight little ass to me.  I had her tuck her legs in a bit to spread them a little more, opening her slit at the same time.  I surreptitiously spread spittle on my condom-encased cock as extra lubrication and slid into her.  With only a couple of inches inside her, I nonetheless was thrilled by her tightness.  I caressed her slender ass cheeks as I said, “You still okay?”

She turned her head to look back at me, and with a dreamy look and a wide smile, she answered “Oh yeah.”

I slowly inched my way into her super tight vagina, and didn’t begin any in-and-out motion until she became accustomed to having my length and girth inside her.  I reached around and found her clit with my fingertip, and started tweaking it.  I was rewarded by moist warmth enveloping my cock.  That was the lubrication I needed to start banging her.  After a few minutes of slow yet steady thrusts, I pulled her upper torso up to me and cupped her cupcake breasts as I kissed her neck and then whispered in her ear, “On top now, or do you want me to keep going like this?”

“Top,” was her one-word, breathless answer.

This time I let her impale herself on me, right to the hilt, soliciting an “Ooomph” when my cockhead struck her cervix.  I cupped her ass and helped her up-and-down motion for a while, but eventually she needed no help.  She obviously was enjoying the fuck.  She bounced maniacally, taking all of me in amazing glory.  I came uncontrollably, knowing I was filling the condom and stretching her tight vagina walls even farther.  It didn’t stop her, though.  I caressed her breasts as she slammed down onto me ever faster.  Thankfully my cock didn’t wilt after cumming and she was able to get where she wanted.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr…” Her orgasmic groan accompanied the throbbing of her climaxing vagina, which squeezed at least one more shot of semen from me.

After telling me how great it felt, as with Sophia she marveled at the volume of semen trapped within the spent condom, reminding me about how much I similarly ejaculated that day in the hot tub.  “I wanna, like, see it next time.”

I said, smiling, “So, there’s going to be a next time?”

“Duh, of course!” was her definitive answer.

She showered as I went to fire up the hot tub.  I didn’t see Lindsay.  Was my daughter still in the house, eavesdropping on what she obviously arranged?  Or had she left the house entirely, so as not to be “in” on their little conspiracy for me to take Mallika’s virginity?  I hadn’t forgotten to bring a condom packet to the spa in case ‘next time’ was coming soon.  Young Mallika, still damp from her shower, walked toward me with much nonchalance, belying her age.  One look at her long legs, narrow hips, bald pubis and pretty little cupcake tits and my cock did what it usually does.

“You really do like to see me naked,” she declared, and all I could do was admit to her obvious teen charms. Actually, my erection spoke for me.  She never said anything about Lindsay.  As far as we were concerned, at that moment we were the only people in the world.

After we were in the hot tub, she sat on my lap, fidgeting her ass to rub against my erection.  “Lindsay is right—and lucky,” she said, turning her head around to look at me. “You are the best father.  I never knew mine.”  Her lips were open and approaching mine when she added, “I wish you were my father.”

Oh, my teen chocolate dream, Mallika!

We kissed as she wriggled her ass with the full intent to get my cock into her newly-devirginized vagina.  My cockhead was in her before I even realized it.  “A condom—” I muttered.

She leaned her head back again and said, “Just don’t, like squirt in me. Remember, I want to see it.”  Within a short time span, the virgin had become a porn star.  Oh God, she felt so good, squirming and bouncing on my cock, enveloping me with her super-tight vagina walls.  My arms encircled her; my hands cupping her breasts.  I wouldn’t last long like this, and thankfully I realized that fact.

“Mallika, I’m going to cum!” I cried out, worried that she wouldn’t let me out of her before I did.  All I could think of was that here I was, the man who preached protection to my daughter’s friends, ending up impregnating one of them.

She moaned “Okay,” and in the nick of time got off my lap, allowing me to stand and grab my about-to-explode cock.  She certainly got what she wanted.  I coated her from chin to navel with several hefty cum shots.  She squealed with delight, rubbing semen over her chest before putting her fingertips into her mouth.  “Mmmmm,” she murmured.

We sat back down next to each other as she hugged my side tightly, holding my wilted cock in the other hand like a security blanket.  “Next time I’m gonna let you do that in my mouth, so I can taste it all.”  This ‘next time’ happened as soon as I could get her back to my bedroom.  Her first attempt at fellatio wasn’t perfect, especially considering my size, but I didn’t need perfect to look down at those big brown eyes gazing back up at me as she mouthed my cock.  Even after cumming a couple times, I still managed to give the young girl a mouthful.  She choked a bit though swallowing some.  What remained in her mouth and on her lips quickly was consumed by a kiss.

She wanted more, but there was no way I was getting hard again that quickly no matter how lovely she was, so I went down on her and gave her another orgasm for the road.  We still hadn’t seen Lindsay when Mallika dressed and left the house.  Mallika made me promise to have more days with her like today, which meant both basketball and sex.

 

Lindsay and I didn’t speak about her friends’ visits to see me.  She knew the score and apparently played a big part in arranging the trysts, and didn’t appear troubled by the fact I was having sex with her best friends, so there was no need in my mind to bring up the subject with her.

Ashlyn was next.  On the pretense of learning more about HTML code, we went from my computer desk to the hot tub, and then my bedroom.  She was more nervous than Sophia had been, but once I sucked on her pink clit the nervousness was gone and she was wetting my lips and chin.  I thought Sophia got wet; however this girl was a real squirter!  She was a loud cummer too.  She didn’t have much of a hymen, and the cunnilingus lubricated her well enough to preclude the expected pain of her first time.  Yet no doubt about it, the girl was a virgin; I carried on a whispered tutorial about what we would do, from the condom to full penetration.  Ashlyn’s soft curves were a real pleasure.  I did her missionary with her meaty teen legs eventually wrapped nicely around my thrusting ass.

“Oh…Oh…Oh…” she cooed continuously as I fucked her.  Unlike her friends, she gave me no indication she’d be a fast cummer so I kept a slow and steady pace, trying not to cum myself in the meantime.  It’s strange how the mind works.  Physically, red-haired Ashlyn would not have been my first choice but I was really enjoying our lovemaking.  She seemed to relish eye contact, and she took to French kissing like a duck takes to water.  Besides the sex, she was a very smart girl, and I think we both enjoyed the adult conversations we had.  When she orgasmed, she exploded, screaming and squirting all over me and the bed.  Mallika and Sophia both thought my loads with them had been huge, but I don’t think I ever came so much in my life until I came with Ashlyn.  Once more, thank God for the condom.

Throughout the following weeks a steady progression crept through my house.  Sultry Sophia liked oral so much that intercourse seemed like an afterthought, and in the long run that proved to be a downer for me.  When she discovered that girls can perform cunnilingus just as good as men, if not better, I slowly lost my appeal to her.  I wondered if Lindsay was one of her new ‘playmates,’ and that put my imagination into overdrive.

Mallika’s competitiveness proved to be more than in basketball.  Seducing me into taking her virginity must have been part of a game for her, for after that first time, the interval between visits to my bed became longer and longer.

Then there was Kristin.  Unlike the others, the skinny, petite blond had no pretense for seeing me except that I’d taken the virginity of all her best friends, and perhaps it was simply her turn.  Like with the others, Lindsay made herself scarce as Kristin and I enjoyed some foreplay in the hot tub.  The young teen was so small that I kept thinking I’d split her in half, like breaking the turkey wishbone at Thanksgiving, although it wouldn’t bring her good luck if I hurt her.  Even with my cock not being as rock-hard as it should have been (from my worries) I still could not penetrate her, as I feared.  Lube didn’t help.  Every time I tried to inch into her she yelped in pain.  She was just too small for my size.  She was downcast, like it was an inadequacy or something.  I tried to cheer her up as I’d done that first day in the hot tub, telling her that her petite stature would be well sought after as she grew older.  I got her laughing when I compared her vagina to Sleeping Beauty’s glass slipper, saying that unlike me, the ‘right’ guy would be a perfect fit.

Whatever frustrations I had in not fucking Kristin were taken care of by a visit soon afterwards from Ashlyn.  Ash was my young fuck buddy for sure.  My experiences tell me that the smartest women make the best lovers.  They know their own bodies so well and are inquisitive enough to relish exploring new things, and Ashlyn looked to be Valedictorian material.  The young teen was insatiable in bed, and her orgasms were marvelous to behold.  Our lovemaking put a healthy glow on her otherwise pale skin, and maybe our ‘exercise’ took a few pounds off her teenage frame.

“I love how you make me feel,” she told me once in the afterglow of another great fuck.

“The feeling is mutual; you make me feel like a young man again,” I responded.

She giggled and said, “You’re not old. See, you can get hard whenever I want you to.”  Sure enough, her touch worked its fountain-of-youth magic and I was stiff again and deep into her wet and willing vagina.

The teen girl, who asked me the first time we met if she was fat, figured that if I worked out religiously she could too.  I had a treadmill, an elliptical machine, and some free weights in a basement room.  I introduced Ash to my workout regimen.  She took to it so well her pudgy body soon was taut without losing her curves.  The fringe benefits were that she devised imaginative ways we could use the equipment in our fuck sessions.

The most amazing part of her being my teen lover was that I became part of her life outside my bedroom.  Her father was one of those always on the road types, so I got to meet her mother on the pretext of helping Ash with a college level school project.  Her mom was a cute Irish lass who gave off signs of attraction almost immediately.  She flirted with me so much once she was told I was single she never saw any signs (her daughter may have been giving off) that I was banging her little girl.  Mom gushed when she discovered that I was getting her daughter to work out.  “She’s looking so good, Mr. Donaldson,” she said.  “Maybe you could show me your routine sometime?”

It wasn’t my workout routine she was talking about.  I told her “Maybe some time,” and left it at that.  I was flattered but I didn’t need that kind of complication in my life.  I already had some big, teenage complications to worry about.  The important takeaway from that first meeting with Ashlyn’s mom was that she was so selfishly centered on me, she didn’t suspect that her daughter and I were lovers.

During dinner one evening, Lindsay said, “Ashlyn told me that she loves you.  Do you love her?”

“Before I answer that, does the idea bother you?”

“No Dad, I love Ashlyn like a sister, and I know she’s gonna be, like famous someday. I don’t want her to be hurt, that’s all.”

“No jealousy?”

She blushed.  “Maybe a little.”

“You do know that no one will ever take your place in my heart.”

“I know, Dad.”

“The answer is yes, I do believe I love her, and I would never hurt her. You do realize that she could hurt me a lot more than I could hurt her, right?”

“I know, but she would never do that…never.”

“I know that, too.”  And I truly did.  I resolved not only to say the words to Ashlyn, but continually show her how much I loved her.

My home became Ashlyn’s home away from home.   Pretending her sleepovers were with Lindsay, she instead spent the night in my bed.  Even with occasional hot tub get-togethers, sex stopped with the others.  I was a one-woman man again.

One evening while Ashlyn was away at a scholastic event for high-achievers, Lindsay had her group of friends over to use the spa.  I didn’t join in.  Kristin looked particularly disappointed.  Only later, after the girls went back into the house to watch a movie, did I strip to use the hot tub.  Wearing only a towel (I wasn’t self-conscious around these girls, after all we’d done) I walked through the living room on my way to my bedroom.  That’s when I got the surprise.

Mallika, Sophia, Lindsay and Kristin were naked, on their hands and knees side-by-side on my living room floor, giggling up a storm with their tight little asses raised high and pointing toward me.  Within microseconds I was ‘pointing’ back.

“What’s this all about?” I asked.

My daughter said, “Which one do you like better, Dad? You gotta pick one.”

“No way am I going to pick. You all have the nicest bums I’ve ever seen.”

Sophia laughed, “Yeah, we can tell,” indicating the high tenting of my towel.

Mallika said, “I knew he wouldn’t pick one of us.”

Lindsay then said, “That means he has to be punished.”

“And what is my punishment, as if I don’t know?”

The four girls got off the floor and came to me.  Lindsay said, “You’re so afraid of hurting Kristin that you’re not giving her credit for wanting it so bad.”

“Yeah,” Mallika chimed in, “She needs to feel what we have—you.”

Lindsay continued, “So, we’re gonna like play a game. You wouldn’t choose which one of us has the nicest ass so we’re gonna choose for you.”  They led me to my bedroom, losing the towel along the way.  I saw the ‘tools’ spread over the foot of the bed: condoms, lube, and several large silk scarves.  I let them tie my arms to the bedposts with two of the scarves, while a third was used as a blindfold.  “If you’re bad and ask too many questions, we’ll use the other scarf to gag you,” my impetuous daughter announced.

I couldn’t see who it was, but a couple of the girls orally went to work on my tumescent cock.  When two more joined the fun, I thought Lindsay?  Soon a condom was unrolled onto me.  Accompanied by lots of girlish giggles, and a few words of encouragement (“You can do it…go ahead”) one of them straddled me and placed the head of my cock at her slit.  As I suspected, it had to be Kristin because the girl was having a difficult time taking me into her, even with what must have been a liberal application of lubricant.  She forced it, and it had to hurt, though I wasn’t in a position to question the effort.  It was their game.

With encouragement, Kristin had me stuffing her young vagina at last.  Actually fucking me was another matter.  It took a long while to get going but amongst several spoken wows and awes, and a few nervous giggles, she was doing it.  I couldn’t process the extreme tightness; my mind short-circuited.  Instead, I pondered the two game-changers: this was the first time that the girls were able to watch me with one of them; and this was my daughter’s first up-close-and–personal experience with sex itself.

“I’m going to cum!” I groaned.  Maybe it was the pulsating sensation of a swelled and ejaculating cock that did it, but Kristin suddenly wailed and convulsed in orgasm, clamping down on my throbbing member.  After a minute or so, I sensed the girls climbing from the bed, whispering among themselves so I couldn’t hear, until it seemed only one remained.  It was Lindsay who undid my silk blindfold.  “Is Kristin okay?”

My daughter smiled at me and said, “How do you know it was Kristin?”

I didn’t know, did I?  Could it have been my own sweet daughter who just fucked me?

That was a question I didn’t want answered.

Since I never answered Lindsay, she said, “We’ll leave you alone now, Dad.  Ashlyn deserves the best, and I think that is you.”  She leaned down and gave me a kiss.  The kiss lingered for far longer than a father-daughter one should.  When our lips parted, she added, “Did I ever tell you that you’re the best Dad a girl could ever have?”

“Yes, and have I told you you’re a dream daughter?”

“Not enough,” she said and laughed.  She cuffed my semi-flaccid cock, still wearing the spent condom, before climbing from my bed.  “You need to clean up a bit.”  I watched her tight little ass walk out of the room.  I saw small traces of blood on the condom as I removed it.  My darling Lindsay; had it been a gift to me of your virginity instead of your petite friend’s?

 

I lived the next few years half in euphoria and half in trepidation, wondering if the police would knock on my door someday.  So far they haven’t, so euphoria with my sweet Ashlyn won out.  I’d long ago told her I loved her, and promised I’d be there for her as long as she wanted me.  A part of me figured that a teen girl could easily tire of a man old enough to be her father, but so far she hasn’t tired of me.

The short version of forever after is that she indeed was named Valedictorian of her graduating class.  The teen who once worried about being too fat was now a red-headed stunner.  As soon as she turned eighteen, I proposed to her with a diamond ring.  Lindsay called it the “new Rock of Gibraltar.” 

Lindsay did okay for herself in school, making high honors.  Both of them were accepted to Stanford, Ashlyn on an almost free ride scholarship.  Lindsay never seemed put off by the fact her best friend was to also be her stepmother (though the social concept seemed a crazy one to me).

One day soon after her high school graduation, Lindsay and I were soaking in the hot tub.  Lindsay had filled out rather nicely into a sexy young lady.  The sight of her still had the usual results.

“Dad, I know much more now than when I was younger, but you still have the finest erection I’ve ever seen.”  Her teen sexual history was no secret between us.  Remember, we shared everything.  “Did you ever, you know, like ever want to have sex with me?”

“You know the answer to that one,” I said.  “You’re the most beautiful girl in my life, and Ashlyn will never take that away.”

She looked at my cock, standing tall and proud, and sighed.  “I love you, Dad.”

“That was you, wasn’t it?”

She knew what I meant.  After another sigh and a weak smile, she murmured “You’ll never know, Dad…you’ll never know.”

Maybe now I did.

The End

 

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