Lessons in Lust (closed)

[saedo]

Closed for Wildmagik



"Good night, Tiffany," Simon intoned. The sultry blonde responded with a kiss that turned into an extended series. Their passion finally parted when they needed to breathe.

"Sure you don't want me to spend the night?" Tiffany murmured, leaning her bountiful chest into his. Simon could feel her hardened nipples through his shirt. "I think this monster of yours needs to be let out of its cage." Tiffany's hand slid along the thick bulge running parallel to his right thigh in a none-too-subtle hint at her libidinous intention.

"I do, you know I do," Simon replied. "But we've only been together a short time and I don't want to rush things. Plus, I want to set a good example for Becca; I can't encourage her to wait if I rush into sex right away."

Tiffany stuck out her lower lip in a pout. "When you're so classy and thoughtful like that, it makes it hard to be mad at you. You're lucky I'm so hot for you." She have his cock another squeeze, but stepped away. "Alright, but soon, mister. You can't lead a girl on forever. Good night." She kissed him goodbye and headed back to her car.

Simon sighed as he watched Tiffany's delectable ass saunter away. Saying no hadn't been easy; he was aching to get laid. But being a single dad to a teenage daughter made him cautious about setting the right example.

It seemed like only yesterday, Becca was just a little girl in pigtails. Seemingly out of nowhere, she'd transformed into a beautiful young woman. Like her mother, she'd had curves upon curves, so she attracted plenty of attention. He counted himself fortunate that she didn't seem to be sexually active just yet, but she was obviously curious, so sooner or later she was going to make the leap.

Consequently, Simon had been holding off on his own activity. Tiffany was his first girlfriend since the divorce, so he didn't want to rush into anything. Factor in Becca and he was doubly cautious.

Still, he could not hold out forever. Tiffany was right about his own lustful needs. He'd need some relief before he drove himself to distraction. That wouldn't be a good example to set, either.

As confused and frustrated at being a parent as ever, Simon entered the house. As he did, he heard the patter of feet just around the corner. Dammit; probably Becca eavesdropping. She'd shown a lot of curiosity about his dates lately. He hoped in vain that his daughter hadn't heard Tiffany's more ribald comments.

"Becca, I'm home," he called out.

 

[WildMagik]

"Becca, I'm home,"

The teenager stopped at the top of the stairs, his voice calling to her. She bit her lower lip, remembering the soft moans she had heard at the door, the heated words that little slut her father was dating now had said to him. Her hand drifted to her own breast, over the tank top that was fighting to contain her impressive chest and squeezed. She wanted her dad too.

"Be right there, Dad," Becca called while she ran to her room and gently closed the door before looking at herself in the mirror critically. She supposed she looked more like her mother than her handsome father. Her hair was the same deep red that had initially drawn her father to her mother, the hazel eyes that could be anywhere from green to dark gray to blue at any given time looking striking on her pale. Her 5'6" frame had made her look like a willow tree before her curves had blossomed, the height something she had gotten from her tall father.

Pulling the tank top over her head, the redhead donned a thin nightgown that barely covered her buttcheeks. Rubbing her hands over her impressive bosom, she allowed it to bounce. Her figure was curvier than Tiffany's. If only her dad would look at her the same way. Running a hand through her hair to settle it where it belonged, a few strands of turquoise peeking from between the red, she settled her glasses over her face before rushing down.

"Hi, Daddy! Had a nice dinner?" she asked with a smile as she wrapped her arms around his waist, standing on her tip toes to kiss his cheek. Her soft curves pressed against his torso, the warmth making her nipples harden slightly.

 

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Simon felt a familiar cocktail of emotion flood across his senses as his daughter appeared at the top of the stairs. As always, he was delighted to see his little girl.

But the father in him swiftly registered disapproval at her outfit. Becca was in most circumstances a very studious, obedient child. But recently, her appearance had become a front in her teenage rebellion.

The turquoise streak in her fiery hair had been an initial foray. He'd been quite upset at the non-traditional color, but she'd argued steadfastly that she ought to be entitled to self-expression. He'd reluctantly had to concede that she was old enough for some leeway.

The more recent point battleground was her attire. Or rather, it was Becca's reluctance to change her attire to accommodate her changes in appearance. For years, Becca had swiftly changed out of her buttoned-up school uniform as soon as she got home and donned something light and comfortable like a tank top. That has been fine when Becca was younger, but has become rather shockingly inadequate the larger her breasts has become.

Her current nightgown underlined that point as she bounded down the stairs. Her massive orbs defied gravity, so the upper swells rose nearly level with her shoulders. Clearly unsupported by a bra, the huge boobs bounced and jiggled enticingly with each step.

That aspect added a third layer to his emotions. Despite the knowledge that it was his daughter bouncing towards him, his libido could not help but notice that she was also supremely sexy. Simon found himself second-guessing his decision to hold off on things with Tiffany. His simmering lust from his girlfriend's efforts was only further stoked by the sight of his busty daughter.

"Becca," he replied as she kissed him hello. "We've talked about you dressing appropriately when you are home." Simon's back -- and his cock -- stiffened slightly as he felt Becca's rude nipples poke him in the ribs "You clearly aren't wearing your bra again." He silently prayed that she hadn't gone up another size; bra-shopping with his daughter was a tension-filled experience for him.

 

[WildMagik]

"But Daddy! I just want to be comfy when I'm home. My bras have gotten tight again, so I think we are up to the dreaded 4 D's or even the cup after that," the young girl replied before she grinned up at him, "Besides, who better to tell me if I look good but you? I'm safe with you, Daddy."

Leaving that thought in the air, Becca made her way to the fridge, making her hips sway just a tad more than normal. She liked it when he noticed her. The way he stiffened when she hugged him let her know that he had liked something. Though the throbbing against my belly also helped, she thought with a smirk. Grabbing the ice cream, she scooped a spoon from a drawer and hopped on the kitchen countertop, feeling her large boobs jiggle. Scooping the first spoonful in her mouth, she discreetly looked at him from behind her hair, wondering if her had noticed.

"You still haven't told me how your date went."

 

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Simon sighed. Another trip to Madam Mam's was now in order. Becca had already outstripped the selection of cup sizes at conventional stores like Victoria's Secret. The last couple of upgrades had required a custom seamstress. Her work was excellent, but not cheap. Also, a substantial portion of her clientele were strippers, so Simon did not want Becca getting any wild ideas.

She skipped off to the kitchen, her nightgown fluttering high on her slender thighs. God, Becca had really turned into a looker.

"You still haven't told me how your date went."

That was another of his nods towards respecting her maturity. Becca had promised to be honest about her dating life and had thusfar been pretty forthright about her sexual activities: several makeup sessions (with both boys and girls)and some above the clothes fondling, but nothing naked yet. Simon had consequently felt somewhat obligated to keep his daughter loosely informed about his own status.

"Tiffany and I had a good time," he acknowledged. "We went to dinner at Hudson on the Bend and then went to the play, as planned. We had coffee afterwards, and then she brought me back home."

"Speaking of which," Simon continued, "I wanted to talk to you about that. I'm not saying it's definitely going to happen, but there's a possibility that Tiffany might stay over one of these nights. How would you feel about something like that, sweetie?"

 

[WildMagik]

"How would you feel about something like that, sweetie?"

The teenager hesitated, putting the ice cream tub on the counter. Should she just tell him what he wanted to hear? Being inexperienced didn't mean she was blind. Becca could see that her father was lonely and, even before the divorce, she remembered him showering her ungrateful mother with his attention. After it was just the two of them, she had wanted for nothing and always felt loved, even if it didn't reach the physical way she had been craving for months now.

Settling for telling the truth but omitting some things, she hopped down and walked to him, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"I think you deserve the world, Dad, " she murmured in a serious voice. Remembering the words she had heard through the door tonight, she continued "I just think you can do better than Tiffany."

Giving him a light hug, the redhead put back the ice cream in the fridge and cleaned the dirty spoon before heading towards the stairs while talking, "You've always told me to follow my gut. Tiffany is a nice person, but the way she was talking tonight made her sound like she just wanted to get into your pants. You don't want that."

With that little tidbit, she went up the stairs and into her room, closing the door quietly. Throwing herself in bed, she ran her fingers through her hair, the other hand teasing the edge of her nightgown while she was deep in thought.

 

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"she just wanted to get into your pants. You don't want that."

Having a clever daughter was usually a source of pride, but Simon found himself irritated at this moment. Becca wasn't wrong about Tiffany. She had been hinting pretty strongly that she wanted to bed him.

He suspected part of her ardor was the fact that Simon had politely declined to fuck her at the earliest opportunity. Girls like Tiffany didn't get refused very often. The unfamiliar rejection seemed to inspire her to prove that he was wrong to wait.

But Becca was wrong to think that he did not want that. He'd picked Tiffany because he thought she would be an eager, uncomplicated lay. With his first dating venture after the divorce, he did not to look for a new wife. Something simple and sexual that gratified his needs was all he needed while he got his life together.

Becca's insight left him with a conundrum. He did not want to give his teenage virgin daughter the idea that he was okay with her having meaningless sex just for the fun of it. But his self-control was being sorely tested by his raging libido. How much longer could he hold out?

Grumbling, Simon headed upstairs. Perhaps a long, cold shower could distract him from his problem.

 

[WildMagik]

"Sure you don't want me to spend the night? I think this monster of yours needs to be let out of its cage."

The fiery teenager bit her lower lip, trying to get Tiffany's words out of her head. From her limited experience touching over clothing, she knew her father was above average but she couldn't help but wonder how much so. Or how it would feel to hold one naked in her hand. Closing her eyes, she remembered the shape that had pressed against her when she hugged her father earlier that night.

Big, warm hands caressed her body slowly, taking their time while they traced her curves. Lips brushed along her shoulder and neck, her skin erupting in goosebumps when breath fell on her flesh. A low, familiar voice whispered all the naughty things she'd wanted someone to do to her while the big hand slowly slid lower, branding a path towards the waistband of her panties and-

Gasping, Becca opened her eyes and groaned. Her fair skin was flushed thanks to her dream, her large breasts feeling swollen and ready. Biting her lower lip, she tried to shake off her need, digging her nails into the sheets in frustration. How was she supposed to go to sleep now? The thought occurred to her that if she felt the need for something that she hadn't experienced this badly, Simon would feel it even more. How did he manage it?

Deciding to ask him, the pretty teenager got off the bed and made her way to her father's door, knocking gently. Perhaps he could tell her what she could do to keep the edge off.

 

[saedo]

Simon was shivering by the time he stepped out of the shower. His recalcitrant libido had resisted for several minutes until the cold water finally sapped it of its vigor.

He patted himself dry with a thick terrycloth towel and looked at himself in the mirror. Not bad for a man his age, he thought. His steady athleticism over the years had kept him from developing the beer belly that plagued many of his contemporaries. Which was why he was able to still pick up little hot numbers like Tiffany.

He was going to have to make a decision what to do with her. At present, she thought his turning down her offer of sex was a power move. Having rarely encountered a man not readily seduced, the challenge definitely excited her. But if he didn't take her to bed soon, she'd lose interest.

Simon wrapped the towel around his waist and headed into the bedroom. As he did, he heard a gentle tapping at his door. Unless the house had acquired a very polite mouse, that could only be his daughter.

"Just a second, sweetie," he responded. "I just got out--."

Simon did not have time to finish the thought as the door opened slightly and his daughter's head poked into the room.

 

[WildMagik]

"Just a second, sweetie, I just got out--"

Becca barely heard his voice before she stumbled inside the room, stopping cold at the image before her. Her eyes took in her father's physique, following the broad chest and shoulders to the flat planes of stomach interrupted here and there by more lean muscle. The towel seemed to tease her with what it hid underneath, before her gaze continued to his strong legs. She knew her friends lusted after him as she did, but it had been a long time since she had seen him without a shirt, much less right out of the shower.

Without looking, the young woman knew the fair skin of her cheeks was flushed, as well as that around her shoulders and chest. She had unconsciously held her breath at the tingle that had traveled low on her belly, her breasts aching even more than before. Pressing a hand low on her midriff, her eyes traveled up his body once more before meeting his eyes.

Anyone would want to pounce on her father.

Clearing her throat, Becca made her way to his bed, sitting with her back to him to give him some measure of privacy... and an opportunity for her to compose herself. "I'm sorry, Daddy. I thought you were dressed..."

"I was hoping you could help me with something..." she continued in a soft voice. Needing her hands to do something, she pulled her hair over her shoulder and started braiding it, all the while baring her neck and most of her back to him.

 

[saedo]

Confronted by his daughter, Simon found himself momentarily taken aback. Having nearly frozen himself to banish thoughts of luscious curves from his mind, he now had them thinly veiled in front of him once again. Fate seemed intent on testing his limits today.

As if to emphasize the point, Rebecca did not retreat out of the room as he'd hoped. Rather, she entered a took a seat on his bed. While she did turn herself away from him, a small turn of her head would place him in full view again. Given that he was naked but for a towel, he wasn't sure he wanted to count on Becca's discretion not to sneak a peek if he attempted to dress.

Gritting his teeth and hoping he could control his libido long enough to deal with his daughter, Simon crossed to his daughter's seat on the bed. The position proved less than ideal. From his higher vantage point, he could see even more of her incredible cleavage. Moreover, the terrycloth knot holding the towel across his hips was just below her own eye line. The way her eyes flicked downward suggested she was equally aware of her proximity to his loins.

"What was it you needed, sweetie?" he inquired, trying to keep his voice more casual than his mind felt.

 

[WildMagik]

The young woman held her breath once more when her father's figure stopped in front of her. Her eyes traveled his frame quickly, shaking hands finishing braiding her hair before she bit her lip and closed her eyes.

"I-I need..." she began in a trembling voice, remembering her dream.

What did she need? Someone to touch her where her body burned, someone to take the awful emptiness and ache away.

"How do you stand it?" Becca finally asked, feeling her eyes turn darker, her fingertips slowly tracing the top of her gown along her breasts in a distracted way, "I've never had anyone touch me. But the dreams... I can feel it touching everywhere, tracing my curves, teasing my back. Even the sounds seem to make me ache for something."

Shivering at the memory and knowing her skin was flushed once more, the redhead lifted her eyes to her father's. Her voice had turned hushed, almost intimate, while she continued to feel her body react to the images in her mind.

"How can you take the wanting? What should I do, Daddy?"

 

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Becca twisted around on the bed to face him. Her lips were moist and shiny as she spoke. The arch of her back thrust her breasts so sharply into her nightie that he could see the texture of her areolae. The bottom hem had ridden up so high that her thighs were almost fully exposed.

Simon, however, recognized that her innocent tone was an act. Becca's voice had taken on a sultry, breathy voice stolen straight from Marilyn Monroe. It was a potent mix of sex appeal cloaked in a veneer of ingenue.

He remembered reading in college once that parents were the bones on which children sharpen their teeth. He'd never really understood it till Becca hit her teens. Then the apple of his eye seemed to begin a regular campaign of pushing his buttons just to see what might happen before retreating into her "Did I do something wrong, daddy?" routine if she crossed the line.

Normally he put up with it because she was still throwing apple of his eye, even when he knew she was trying to spin him up. Not today, though.

"Becca, I'm not in the mood for your little innocent schoolgirl routine," he growled. "I've had a long day and night and I'm in no mood for games. "

" Tiffany got me revved up before I came home and I backed off because I don't want to move to fast, but it's left me with a massive case of blue balls." He was sharing more than he probably should, but his sexual frustration was overwhelming his normal sense of propriety. "So no more Mr. Nice Guy tonight. Not anymore. Right now, I'm not going to hold back."

 

[WildMagik]

Becca's eyes flashed at her father's reaction. Usually she was very good at keeping that temper that made women red of hair famous, especially around her father, but she was frustrated too. It made her really upset that he was belittling her honest question, even going so far as calling it a game. The pressure she felt he put on her to behave plus her sexual frustrations had her wound up tight enough that she exploded.

"Maybe you should use your hand, then. Gods forbid, someone gets laid in this house!" she growled as she bunched her fists at her sides, glaring at him "We're too busy trying to be perfect!"

"I'm out of here."

With a huff, and not really thinking about the consequences, the redhead stood up suddenly. Placing her smaller hand on his chest, she pushed him just enough so she could have enough space to move and start making her way to the door, intending to get to her room and slam the door shut.

 

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The tone pushed him to the edge, but her physical aggression tipped him over. "Don't you dare!" Simon thundered, seizing her by the upper arms. "I have had enough!"

Simon lifted his daughter off the ground. Fueled by his raging emotions, she felt no heavier than a doll in his embrace. "You are not leaving this room until I say you can go!"

His physical actions dislodged the towel around his waist. It cascaded to the floor at his feet, revealing his nudity. His girthy member dangled long and low between his thighs, almost concealing the plump scrotum behind its bulk.

Simon saw his daughter instinctively glance downward at the sudden reveal, prompting a fresh growl. "Like what you see? Well, you better. I gave up getting laid tonight because of you and look at how you behave. Well, you're not getting out of here till you take your medicine."

Simon's cock was already beginning to plump with blood. The shaft expanded dramatically, becoming improbably larger as his erection hardened. Simon set his daughter on the floor of his bedroom and forced her onto her knees. "Open your mouth, Becca," he demanded.