Daddy Teach Me.

Danii9001

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ooc, open for one male.

I lied awake in bed, still upset over something my boyfriend - ex boyfriend told me this afternoon.

"We should stop." I said after a moment.

We've been kissing at the park, and he started feeling my upper leg.

"Why? We're not doing anything wrong." He smiled and continued.

And he bahaved for some time, a few minutes before he moved his hand up farther.

"Stop it Kevin." I said and moved away a little.
"What the hell is wrong with you? You wont even let me touch you. Your a tease Amanda, a fucking tease." Kevin said and left, leaving me at the park alone.

I got out of bed and went towards the bathroom to wash my face. I saw a light on in my dads office and knocked lightly.
 
I'm game.

I heard the knock at my door. Since my wife died, I have spent hours in my office, looking at porn. It was no substitute. I worked all day, and came home every night to total lonlieness.

Sure, I had a daughter who cooked for me when I was too tired to do it myself. And I'd be lying if I said I never thought about fucking her. But she had a great boyfriend - Kevin. He made good money, came from a good family. She seemed very pleased with him.
 
I open the door and see my father sitting at his desk.

"Hi daddy. I couldn't sleep, sorry if im bugging you." I say shyly and close the door behind me, leaning against it in my short night gown i got a few years back.

I walked a few steps forward and played with a strand of my long blonde hair.

"What are you doing?"
 
I loved the nightgown I had gotten her a few years back. It was a perfect size for a 15 year old. But now that she was 19, it was a bit tight. It showed off all of her curves. Her mom used to wear juniors clothes, too. I loved to see her in them, how the tight material accented her breasts. And now my child had that same look.

I tured quickly, slamming the top of the laptop onto the keyboard. As much as I wanted her, I didnt want her to know that I looked at "hornycoeds.com." After all, this was the first summer she was home from college. I was hoping she would fill out more, if you know what i mean.

"Nothing, sweetheart. I'm not doing anything."

He loved watching her play with her hair.
 
I nodded and watched him hurry to shut his laptop.

"Well, can I stay?" I ask as I sat down on the small couch.

I smile and continue to play with my hair, looking down at my self quickly.

What a change from the beggining of the year. I got more shape, more curves in the right places. My breats where now a 34C and shaped nicely. My ass stayed tight and round, sort of perfect. It explains alot about the sudden change of how boys treat me
 
The couch was just to the left of the desk I was sitting at. She sat down, and crossed her legs, one over the other. Her nightgown, already short, rode up her legs.

She was always an awkward child, but something happened to her when she left for college. All that high school baggage just kind of disappeared. She developed very fast that summer. He was sure she had sexual experiences with Kevin, the boy she practically brought home from college. He wondered where he was tonight.

"Honey, where is Kevin?"

She hung her head, and put her hair in front of her face. I found myself staring at her chest.

"oh, daddy," she began, starting to cry.
 
I lay my head in my hands and cry.

"Daddy." I take a deep breath trying to steady my breathing. "He dumped me. He left me."

I start to cry harder as you get up and walk to me, sitting beside me and pulling me into a tight hug.

"I wouldn't let him." My voice shook a little as i talked. "And he. Called me a tease."
 
ooc - i have to go pretty soon, but ill faithfully respond for a long time, danii...

ic - "oh, baby, don't cry." I sais as soon as I saw my poor daugther hand her head. Her chest was heaving, as I moved to hug her.

"There, there. I'm sorry he dumped you. He must be a real jerk," I said.

And then I heard her say those words. "I wouldn't let him."

What, in heaven's sake, wouldn't she let him do? Why would she be called a tease?

"sweetie, why would he say that. First, it's not true, right? And second, you have been dating a long time. What is he after that he thinks he can get now that he didnt get before?"

"Did somehting happen before this to make him think that he could take advantage of daddy's little girl?"

She moved into me. "Oh, daddy, I'm so sad. Why did this happen to me," she cried, putting her arms around me, her head on my shoulder.
 
I move to sit on your lap as I cry onto your soulder.

"I should have let him." I said queitly. "Im just scared I dont know how."

I closed my eyes tight as the tears continued to fall from my eyes and stain your shity.

"You dont know how to do what? Tell me Amanda." Daddy said as he hugged my waist, pulling me closer.

"I dont know how to." I took another deep breath. "How to have sex. I'd be so mortified if i did something wrong daddy."

I started crying all over again, just as hard, maybe harder.

"I thought he would dump me. I should have let him Daddy." I whined.

I could feel my blue eyes stinging from crying so late, but i didn't care. I had my dad to take care of me.
 
"Oh, baby, there there." I put my arms around you, your legs hanging over mine on the couch. My eyes wander to between your legs, which are now open. Your left leg slides, off, your muscles relaxing. And i start to get hard, which could be trouble.

"Don't be scared, Amanda. You were right to not let him. The longer you put off having sex with those boys, the better. They only want one thing from you, and the minute you give it to them, they immediatley loose interest. I know. I was that way with the girls I dated before your mother."

"And he shouldnt have pressured you," I say as I hold you tight, your breasts moving against my left arm. "I mean, now, you can leave him. A boy like that is no good for you, Amanda.

"But if you ever find one in the future, you know," I saw, smiling at the thought, "there are all sorts of things you could do without having sex. You know that, right? It's not as though it's acually very hard. I mean...difficult."
 
I rubbed my eyes and look at you.

"Like what daddy? I never learned much in school, all the said was not to get pregnant. Thats what happeneds when you have sex..right? So what else can I do?"

I waited a moment and smiled lightly.

"Daddy, its not that I dont WANT to have sex, it's just that i dont know how. I dont know how to make it the best it can be. That what I want. And sometimes its so hard, he makes me feel so good. Once I let him tocuh me, down there." I blushed as i looked at my legs, and my nightie almost fully ridden up. "It felt really good. I was so tempted."


I took a deep breath and smiled a little.
 
"yes, that is what happens when you have sex." I laughed. Ohh, poor girl. I shouldn't have sent her to that Catholic school. As much as i loved seeing her come home in that uniform, short plaid skirt swaying while she walked, I bet she could have gotten a better education at the publics. Well, sexual education that is.

"You don't learn much in school."

"Tell me, Amanda," he said, sternly. "Did you let him touch you 'down there?'"

Her smile faded away, her head hung in shame. She pulled the hem of her short nightie a bit down, making sure daddy saw a bit of her right thigh that was quickly covered up.
 
I blush and keep my eyes down.

"Yes daddy, I let him touch me." I said quietly, feeling my cheeks burn.

Oh, and it felt so good! Like he knew the right places to touch. I've never touched my self in a sexual way. I've tried to, but it did nothing for me. I would take a bath or a shower, relax and then go to my room. I'd make sure the door was locked, and then let my towle drop to the floor.

I'd lay in bed, moving my hands on my thiegh for a few seconds before touching the slit that usually would be wet - but that could have been from the bath.

And I tried to imitate what Kevin did, but it didn't feel as good. I would rub the small button thing that he did, but he wasnt scared to go harder. I couldn't bring my self to go any farther.

I looked up at my dad and smiled faintly.
 
ooc - nice to see you back, sweetie.

ic - "Oh, amanda. You let him touch you? That was very naughty." I say.

"I am very diasappointed in you. But I guess it's my fault. Mom could have taught you how to touch yourself properly. But she is gone from both of us."

"I have failed as a parent, Amanda. I am so sorry I made you so naughty," I say, pulling her tighter, my hand on her leg.

"Will you show me what he did? Maybe I can finally do my fatherly job and show you what he did that you can not..."
 
I blush deeply and bite my lip.

If I show daddy, he can help me. I wont have to have a man do it, I could do it if I had to. But, it'll be so embarising for daddy to see me!

I nod and pull away.

"Okay daddy." I say quietly.

I move to the other end of the couch. I roll my nightie up to my belly button and look at my panties for a second. Simple pink underwear. I hooked my thumbs in the waistband and pulled them down, putting them on the floor.
 
"ok, amanda, sweetie. Show me first what you did," i say.

She pulled away, and pulled down her panties. One of her legs was on top of the couch, behind my head, the other fell to the floor. Her legs were spread. I was staring at her trimmed pussy, and was totally speechless..

I looked down at her panties. They were slightly moist, as if she had gotten aroused on my lap.

"Amanda, sweetie, are you getting a little bit excited? That is the first part of wanting a man to touch you," I asked.

She moved her hand down to her breast.
 
"Yes daddy, I am."

I move my hands along the sides of my body, feeling my self get wetter. Maybe it was because daddy was watching, or maybe it was because we where talking about it, but I felt more excited then ever.

My hand finally reached my inner thigh. I ran my fingertips over my slit as I closed my eyes, trying to remember what Kevin did.

"He licked his fingers daddy, like this." I said as I put two of my fingers in my mouth and licked them. "And then he started rubbing me."

I moved my hand back down and started rubbing the small button that Kevin once did.
 
"Good girl,' I said. "Show daddy what you did.

I watched her as she moved her hands to her pussy. It was starting to open, showing off what was inside, and beckoning more pressure.

"Oh, no, Amanda. You are moving way too fast." I continued.

I was getting very turned on. I knew that she might be able to see my erection growing. Having my hot daughter sit on my lap in a tiny nightgown, and then move next to me on the couch and throw her panties on the floor was enough for any man.

"If you are truly wet, lovely, you shouldn't have to lick your fingers. Close your eyes, Amanda, and think of Kevin's hot breathe on your neck. Imagine him sliding his tounge down your chest, and using his hands to pull you to him."

Her legs moved against the back of my neck, and my spine began to tingle. Her eyes remained shut, and I was starting to wonder if she was thinking of me, or Kevin.
 
I smile as I hear daddy instructing me. Hearing his voice made my body tingle all over, expessially my pussy. He asked me to think of Kevin, but I couldn't. I tried to, but I kept hearing daddy's voice in my head.

My memories of Kevin drifted and I found my self thinking of Daddy touching me, not Kevin. I saw daddy kissing me, and playing with me. I saw him asking for me, wanting me. But the difference between Kevin asking me, and Daddy asking me was that, I said yes to daddy.

I slowed my pace and let out a little whimper, keeping my eyes shut.
 
I had no idea what was going on in her mind, just that she was getting more turned on. It was all I could to to keep from touching her pussy, and devouring it with my tounge, licking her slit as I fucked her with my fingers and making her cum again and again.

No, I had to keep this on the level. I took her leg from behind my head.

"Baby, let's make you more comfortable." I moved it over my head, and put it in my lap, her toes brushing against my cock. It was stiff now. My palm lay on her knee.

Her imagination was running away with her. I could see her get wetter and wetter.

"Does this feel better?" I asked. "Are you thinking of things that are getting you more and more excited?"

Her toes curled, her fingers moving to touch her pussy.
 
I shut my eyes tighter, letting out another soft moan.

I let my thoughts go deeper, seeing my father play with my breasts and licking them, feeling them. I could see myself, asking - begging him not to stop. I saw my self wishing he would touch me.

I felt him move my leg, and he said something, but I'm not sure what.

"Daddy, touch me please." I said quietly, not exactly realizing that I said it out loud.
 
Oh my god, I thought. She fucking moaned. Actually, it was more like a purr. Her eyes were shut tight, and her body was tensing up, moving against anything - the couch, her hand. Even her leg, pressed against my croch. Her toes seemed to find my dick.

I was still wearing pants, so the sensation wasn't entirely there, but still. I moved my ass to meet her foot.

Her breasts pushed against her top, as she used her other hand to lift it over her breasts. God, I wanted to touch her.

"What, honey?" I asked. She said something, but I was too busy staring at her lips. She licked them.

I thought I heard her say, "Please, daddy." But I didn't want to touch her. After all, she might be thinking about Kevin and the lost opportuinites.

She was doing a fine job of pleasuring herself, besides. Two fingers had opened her pussy, while another was showing off her clit, presenting it to me or any other pair of watchful eyes. I had to lick my lips too.

"Yes, Amanda, like that. Does that feel good? Can you feel how wet and hot you are?"

I couldn't stop my hand from moving up her leg.
 
I could hear my breath become deeper, and I could hear your voice, which just made me hotter.

"Oh please daddy, touch me. Please feel me." I say again, aware of what just came out of my mouth.

I open my eyes and look at you, then at your hand on my leg. I smile and feel you press against my foot. I look down and almost giggle, seeing my foot playing with your crotch.
 
God, did she really say that?

I think about what she said as I stare into her eyes. They lock. I see the smile, enough of an invitation to move my hands.

"Baby, I know I shouldn't do this, but I want to make you happy. I want to teach you how to please yourself," I say.

I move my hand to the top of her hand, resting on her fingers as she fucks herself.

"I will touch you, Amanda, but I will not do anything against your will. I want to teach you how to get yourself off," I say, slowly, lowly, and surely.

My hands moves with hers, up and down, my palm feeling the wetness of her pussy leaking through her fingers.

"Can daddy smell you?" I ask, leaving my hand on her and waiting for her to say yes.

"I love the way your nipples look, baby. I love watching them rise and fall as you breathe, and how they stand up, begging for attention."

I saw this staring at her, eyes locked. Her eyes are begginf for more. I notice her ass, pushing up, off the couch, as if to move into my hands. She takes my fingers, and wraps them in her own.

"Smell me daddy. It's you I am thinking of," as she pushes my hands into her wet pussy.

I bring my hand to my lips as she continues to move against herself.
 
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