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Lessons In Love
by J.E. Ashbourne (jennifereliseashbourne@yahoo.co.uk)

***

A teenage daughter asks her father for some help. (M/f-
teen, ped, inc, oral)

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I had raised my daughter singlehandedly since my ex just 
up and left when Sarah was small. I don't know how 
parents can abandon their kids, but at least she didn't 
take my little girl with her. It's hard as a single man 
to raise a little girl. You always wonder if you're 
doing the right thing with this or that. You ask women 
you know if you're doing it right, and they loved that I 
was asking, so I did okay with women. But I never 
remarried. I never found "the one" woman who would make 
a great wife and a great mother for Sarah, so it was 
just us. It became tricky when she went into puberty, 
but I managed. In fact, I think I sheltered Sarah from 
things a bit too much. She didn't start dating until she 
was sixteen, but she was still very naïve. 

It was a year later that she came home one night after a 
date with long time boyfriend Mark. She flustered in 
through the front door and I could tell she was really 
upset. I got up and followed her into her room, where I 
found her crying on her bed. "What's wrong?" I said as I 
sat on the bed and smoothed over her downturned head. 

She shook her head and buried her face in her arm and 
her pillow. I smoothed her head, like I always did at 
times like this. But she was inconsolable. "Daddy! Why 
are boys such pigs?" she wailed. 

"I don't know, sweetheart. I don't know."

She sat up and held onto me, her tears seeping into my 
shirt. "Why don't you tell me what's wrong?" I said. 

She snivelled some more, and shook her head. "Well, I 
can't really help unless I know what's wrong." 

She stifled another tearful outburst, and sat back 
roughly wiping her tears away. "It's Mark. He says I'm 
no good." 

"No good? What the heck?"

"At sex, Daddy! He says I'm no good at sex!" She looked 
at me with deep hurt in her eyes and I wanted to 
throttle the lad for hurting my little girl. But at the 
same time I couldn't help be slightly amused. I 
shouldn't have been, of course, but sometimes you can't 
help these things.

"And why did he say that?" I asked, with as much 
sympathy as I could muster. 

"We were doing it. Well, trying... I mean. I just didn't 
know what to do. I was rubbish." She looked at me a 
second and then a fountain of tears burst from her eyes 
as she buried her face back into my shirt again. I held 
her close, smoothing her hair. She snorted shortly, and 
then looked up at me with glassy tear filled eyes and 
said, "Will you teach me, Daddy?" I couldn't believe 
what she was asking. "Please?" she pleaded.

"Darling, I don't think I'm the best person to teach you 
about these things."

"Why not?"

"I'm your father."

"Well who's going to teach me, then?" she said with a 
pang of desperation.

I didn't have an answer. There was some logic in what 
she was saying.

"Okay," I said, "what do you want to know?"

She sniffled shortly and wiped her face clean of tears, 
leaving it red and blotchy.

"I need to know what I'm doing wrong." She said.

"Doing what?"

"I can't explain..." she whimpered.

"Then how can I help you if I don't know what you're 
doing wrong?"

She looked down, her shoulders occasionally jostling 
with a sharp intake of breath. "Can I show you?" she 
asked without looking at me.

"Show me?" I said, still not grasping what she was 
saying.

She nodded and looked up at me with her eyes pleading. I 
wasn't really sure what she meant, but I'd do anything 
for those beautiful eyes, so I said, "Yes, okay."

Before I could say anything else she tucked her thumbs 
into her jeans and in one move she rocked forward and 
pulled her jeans down to her knees and kicked them off. 
I was about to say something when I noticed her panties 
were inside her jeans, discarded on the floor. 

Within a moment her shirt was also off and she was 
unhooking her bra. I looked at my daughter in shock. Her 
bra was now off and she was naked next to me, except for 
her white cotton ankle socks, which she seemed to have 
forgotten.

I was speechless. But I felt an instant stirring in my 
pants. I just looked at her glorious nakedness. She had 
a body I hadn't seen but for fleeting glances as I 
passed her bedroom and the door was open, or when she 
rushed from the bathroom to her bedroom naked, since she 
was about ten. Now, in the full bloom of youth her body 
had developed beautifully pointed breasts, her hips were 
broadened but still small enough to be dainty, her pussy 
was puffy and sparsely peppered by light blonde fuzz, 
and her legs were long and slender for her five foot 
five frame.

"You're beautiful," I said.

"Mark says I'm no good at blowjobs," she said as she 
knelt before me, looking directly at my now obvious 
boner. It was straining at my jeans, trying desperately 
to get out. She looked up at me, "Daddy, can I...?" 

I was still reeling, "Okay..." I said in a daze. 
Delicately, she until my belt and unzipped my jeans. A 
tent was like a big top in my boxers, but she just 
reached into them and wrapped her dainty little fingers 
around my solid shaft and pulled in out of my shorts.

"Oh, my God, this is happening!" I thought, as my 
daughter lowered her head to my cockhead and engulfed it 
in one fluid motion. It was bliss – warm, wet and soft! 
Then she started to pump her head up and down on my 
cock, and I knew what he meant. Nice, yes. But not 
great. She seemed to be taking it literally, her mouth 
ballooned with air. 

"Stop, stop," I said. 

She pulled off and started complaining, "But I need to 
learn. You said..." 

"I know," I said, "but you want to do it right, don't 
you?" 

She nodded dumbly. I shuffled out of my jeans and boxers 
and pulled my shirt off too. I lay down and motioned for 
her to get up between my legs.

She held me again. "Now gentle stroke up and down, 
letting it slide through your fingers," I said, and no 
sooner said than she was doing it. "Now take a firmer 
grip about half way up with just your fingertips, and 
you can start going faster now." Everything I said to 
her I knew my daughter would do. I was in control 
somehow, but I still maintained that fatherly 
instruction voice. 

"Now lick around the top, around the glans." 

Seeing her looking at me with expectant eyes as her 
tongue licked my glans like a popsicle was getting me 
hot. It wasn't so long ago she was looking up at me in 
pigtails sucking on a real lollipop. "Now use your other 
hand to gently tickle the balls," I said. "That's it, 
gently feel around them." This was driving me wild! 
"Now, with your lips full and pouting, let the head of 
my penis into your mouth, licking around it as you do." 
Oh Jesus! I'm going to Hell!

For once in her life she was doing exactly as she was 
told. And it was bliss! "Now just do like you do with a 
French kiss, pretend the penis is your boyfriend's 
tongue." She was doing it, slipping her tongue around 
and around me, exploring my glans. "Gently start wanking 
me as you do it," I said, "now slurp right off the end, 
sucking as you go". 

She sucked gently as her full pouting lips rounded the 
end. She was getting the hang of this. She looked up at 
me. "Don't stop, you're doing really well."

Down she went again, her lips and tongue tormenting me. 
I groaned with pleasure and she smiled up at me with her 
eyes. "Now, take some more into your mouth each time. 
And don't... oh!" I trembled with pleasure. "Ooh, that's 
good, Sweetheart." I gasped. 

She was really working it now and her eyes were smiling 
at me as she knew I was really struggling with the 
pleasure now. I jerked involuntarily and she gagged 
slightly as I touched the back of her throat. But she 
just kept on doing it, slurping up and around my swollen 
helmet, tickling my balls and gripping the base of my 
cock like a trophy! 

"I'm really wet, Daddy!" she said as she lipped-off the 
end of my swollen head. She enveloped my cockhead one 
last time when I felt that blissful agony begin right in 
my arsehole, through my ball-sack and up through my 
throbbing cock! 

And with that I started cumming in my little girl's 
mouth, feeling my swollen glans pulse out my seed onto 
her savouring tongue. Pulse after pulse was sucked into 
her lips until I gasped out and collapsed. Sarah pulled 
off my head and sat up, and I watched as she swallowed 
my cum.

"I did it!" she beamed.

"Yes, you did," I said, starting to realize just what 
we'd done.

"That was amazing!" She said, and she kneaded her fleshy 
cones involuntarily. Her nipples were obviously 
sensitive, as she gasped slightly, and closed her eyes. 
When she opened them again she was looking straight at 
my still raging hard on.

"It hasn't gone down," she said, questioningly.

"No. I don't go down for a long time. If I'm still 
excited I stay up forever."

"Oh My God, Daddy! That's so amazing!"

"It has its advantages. It also has its disadvantages."

"Like what?" she asked, having taken hold of it again.

"I get blue balls unless I have a lot of sex," I said.

I could see her thinking as she toyed with my rigid 
tool. She licked her lips as she looked right at it. 
"Daddy?" 

I grunted. 

"Can I...?" She didn't wait for an answer, but straddled 
me with my length pressed tight up against her groove. I 
hadn't thought about her own sexual needs, but now I was 
seeing them at full muster. I could feel her juices 
running down my balls. She pressed it in and ground 
against it, her hips gyrating. Her slick honey glazed 
the underside of my rigid cock. Her warmth teased me.

"That feels good, Daddy," she said.

"Yes it does," I replied, my ardour beginning to bubble. 
I smoothed my hands up her slender thighs, around her 
hips and down to cup her rounded buttocks. I urged her 
forward, then back, rubbing herself along my length. 

"Oh, Daddy!" she said in a whisper so sexy it was hard 
to believe the words had escaped my own daughter's lips. 
I wasn't sure if this would make her come, but I wasn't 
sure I was ready to penetrate my own daughter. 

As I pulled her forward once again she rose up onto her 
knees and pushed my throbbing cockhead into her vaginal 
entrance. I felt her envelop me as she lowered her 
sopping cunt down onto my rock hard cock. In I went as I 
raked down her thighs. I could feel her shudder and I 
guessed she had had a minor orgasm just on having me 
inside her. She was so wet that she sank all the way 
down my length until I was filling her completely, my 
cockhead touching her uterus.

She leaned forward, resting a hand on my chest. Her 
other one squeezing her conical tits like she was trying 
to milk them. She leaned lower and I took my chance to 
lean up to take her left breast into my mouth. "Oh, yes" 
she gasped as she rocked back and forth, my cock sliding 
in and out of her sopping snatch. I sucked on her nipple 
as I started thrusting up into my daughter. 

"Oh God!" she gasped and grabbed the bed-sheets either 
side of me. I grabbed her shaking breasts above me as I 
thrust up into her faster and faster. She was now on all 
fours as I rocketed up into her. I had to let her 
beautifully fleshy breasts go to hold onto her thighs to 
steady myself as I pummelled her little pussy.

"Uh!" she gasped. 

I felt her pussy walls clenching me inside, but I was on 
a mission now. I went faster and faster, in and out of 
her succulent peach. "Uuuugh" she moaned. I was going so 
fast now that my stomach muscles were starting to 
convulse. "Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh! Uuuuuuuuuugh!" 

Suddenly I was cumming again! But I'd pulled out just in 
time and now I was spraying cum all over her pussy, 
stomach and thighs, half of it landing on my own stomach 
and soaking into my pubic hair. Sarah collapsed on top 
of me and we were a sticky wet mess of flesh and come.

I could hear her breathing hard as her body heaved on 
top of me. That's when I became aware that I was still 
hard. Some of you may not believe this, but I swear I 
maintain an erection after I've come. The longest I 
sustained an erection during sex was eight hours. That 
was when I first met Sarah's mother. It's not 
comfortable, I can tell you. All you can do is try to 
come a lot. But I can keep going, even if I come, I can 
keep going. 

My first ever anal action was with Sarah's mother when 
I'd had her on her knees, her front onto the sofa. I 
pulled out and came all over her arse crack. I just used 
it as lubricant and pushed on in and kept going. I 
didn't even ask. I later heard Layla bragging to her 
friend what I could do. It really strokes a guy's ego, I 
can tell you.

Right now, my boner was pushed up in the crack of my 
daughter's arse and her still seeping pussy. 

"Daddy," she breathed quietly. 

"Yes, Darling?" I said. 

"You're still hard." 

I twitched my boner in recognition, "I know," I said. 

She laughed. I laughed too. The situation too absurd not 
to. She looked up at me with bedevilment in her eyes. 
"Will you go on top this time?" she asked. 

I laughed out loud. "That's my girl," I said, and in two 
seconds she was lying down with her legs spread wide.

I knelt between her thighs and held my cock in hand. I 
toyed it at her entrance, just inside her. "Daddy, stop 
teasing me," she said. 

I leaned over her and trailed my cockhead up her watery 
peach. 

"Daddy!" 

I smiled as I reached her swollen clitoris and wiggled 
my swollen cockhead over it. 

"Uuuugh!" she gasped. 

I smiled. "You do it," I said. 

She reached down and took my cock in her fingertips and 
then she was rubbing it swiftly over her clit, just like 
she used her fingers when she was alone, I imagined. The 
feeling was amazing! I hadn't felt this since her mother 
had done it last, eight years ago, before she left. Now 
her daughter was doing the same thing. 

The rapid wiggle on my tool, her fingertips and my wet 
helmet being tortured by her peach bud. Suddenly she 
lost her breath and grabbed my arm with her spare one 
and I heard and felt her spraying come below. She was a 
gusher! She bit her lip and then hastily put my cock to 
her hole and wrapped her legs and arms around me and 
pulled me into her.

"Fuck me, Daddy!" she gasped.

I plunged into my little girl like an animal, thrusting 
my cock into her sweet, sweet pussy. I pumped in and out 
of her, pistoning in and out, pumping my sex into hers. 
She was matching me as much as she could. Her breath was 
shallow, gasping, panting, whining and moaning. Sweat 
was dripping off me as the wet pleasure of her cunt 
tormented me to new extremes and Sarah was starting to 
whine a high pitched "Aaaaaaahhhhh!"

And then again she was coming, this time with me inside 
her, her cum washing my cock in gushes and torrents as 
one after another she came and screamed, came and 
screamed, came and screamed! It was the most beautiful 
thing I'd ever seen. The sexiest thing ever! The most 
lust filled! – And as another gush of pussy juice 
sluiced around my cock I let loose a burst of cum into 
her heavenly haven! 

"Oooooh!" I groaned as I jammed my cock as far up side 
her as I could fit, our pubic hair matted together and 
my soaking wet balls resting on her perfect little 
backside.
 
Sarah's pussy was still giving little constrictions, 
grasping my rigid cock and releasing it with a little 
come, and then doing it over again. I pulled out and lay 
down next to her on the little single bed. 

"I came inside you," I said. "I'm sorry."

She looked at me and kissed me on the cheek. "It's okay 
Daddy. I'm on the pill."

"Thank God for that!" I said.

"Besides," she said, "I liked it."

She snuggled into my arm and after several minutes of 
neither of us speaking I looked over and saw that she 
was fast asleep. I gently and quietly got up and picked 
up my clothes. I couldn't help quietly admiring her 
nakedness. She was so beautiful. 

I couldn't help having one last look at her pussy 
either. I might never get a chance to see it again. It 
was red and still sticky, and every now and then it 
would belch outward as though it was going to be sick. 
She was still having mini-orgasms in her sleep. I smiled 
to myself and left the room.

Sarah never mentioned her boyfriend, Mark, ever again. I 
think they finished soon after that day. We never spoke 
about what happened. We never acknowledged it. Sometimes 
I think I imagined the whole thing. But Sarah never 
bothered about covering up after that, I suppose she 
figured I'd seen it all anyway. Now and then she would 
catch me looking at her in her state of half or nearly 
dressed. 

One time I saw her completely naked coming from the 
bathroom. She saw me looking, stopped and did a little 
twirl, smiled and went on her way. I wonder what she's 
thinking.

END

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is 
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in 
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real 
life" can look forward to many unproductive years 
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their 
local prison system.
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