My Daughter's Education

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"Oh, I'm close! I'm so close! Oh God!" My wife's words trailed off into a high pitched moan. I'd woken this morning to find her straddling my midsection, her skirt hiked up to her waist. She'd aroused my cock without waking me and was eagerly riding it to another orgasm. As promised, she was close; she soon shuddered visibly as she climaxed.

Afterwards, she rolled off me, smiling with delight. "Thanks, Jacob. I wanted to get in one last time. I'm going to miss your big cock when I'm away." She stood up from the bed, put on her panties, and made sure her clothes were in place.

"Always glad to oblige, dear," I murmured. Amanda was headed home to visit her sick aunt, so it'd probably be at least a week before we'd be together again. "Still, you might want to keep the volume down next time. Emily doesn't have early morning practice now that school is out for the summer, so she's still just down the hall at this hour."

Emily was our only child - our beautiful little girl. Well, little woman, I suppose. Emily had always been petite, making her the perennial choice for apex of the pyramid since she started cheerleading in middle school. However, her almost boyish figure had given way to a distinctly feminine silhouette in recent years. For a time, she outgrew her bra size every couple months - eventually surpassing my wife's own impressive bosom. Emily certainly didn't look like a little girl anymore.

"Ah, she's a teenager," Amanda countered. "She knows what sex is. Besides, it's good for a kid to have two parents who love each other. Even if one of them is a bit loud while she does it." Amanda gave me a saucy wink and then kissed me. "Time to go. I'll call you when I get there."

Amanda strode out our bedroom door. I heard her go into Emily's room and say her goodbyes. A couple minutes later, her heels clicked down the stairs. The back door opened and closed. She was on her way.

Reluctantly, I got up and stretched. Given that I was naked from the waist down and my dangling cock glistened with my wife's juices, I threw on a robe.

I went down the hall and rapped on Emily's door. "Hey sweetie, it's Daddy. I'm going to grab a shower, but afterwards we can make breakfast if you want. I'll see you downstairs in the kitchen." Message delivered, I headed to the showers.
 
Emily WAS asleep that morning. Until she heard the muffled sound of sex coming from her parents room. At first she thought it was funny and she giggled to herself. But then the sounds kept going. They were really going at it this morning. Not suprising, since her mom was leaving town for a bit. But still, the longer it went on, the more she started missing her ex.

She had broken up with him a month before school ended. He was a cheater anyway, and her social status in school was too good to be cheated on. Still, listening to the sounds of two people having sex, she forgot that it was her own parents and just focused on the breathing, panting and moans of ecstacy.

She pondered maybe reaching down to her little honey pot and having a quick finger session. Just as she was about to, she heard the knock on her door from her mother saying she was off. She had been so focused on sex fantasies she hadn't noticed they stopped.

Even though she hadn't done anything yet she still felt guilty as her mom said goodbye and left, she knew her dad wasn't far behind.

She threw on some clothes after announcing her would take a shower and have breakfast. "So this is summer," she mused
 
In the shower I found myself wishing that my wife hadn't needed to rush off this morning. My cock was still raring to go. I turned the water temperature to chilly until its stiffness subsided.

By the time I made it downstairs, Emily was already dressed and waiting for me. "How about we make pancakes?" I suggested. Emily agreed and soon we had a bowl of batter mixed up.

The doorbell rang while we were cooking, so I put my daughter in charge of the stove while I went to check. It was the UPS guy with a delivery. I took the package from him and brought it inside.

I set it down on the hall table and opened it. I recognized the company name on the packing list. My wife's curvaceous figure exceeded standard sizes from many mainstream stores, so she ordered from specialty shops. This one was her favorite for lingerie.

However, the size on the list of included bras and one swimsuit was not my wife's - the band size was slightly smaller and the cup size was larger than what Amanda wore. I sighed. Emily must have outgrown her bras yet again. God, she was getting positively huge.

I frowned at the realization that the included swimsuit was a bikini. Amanda liked this company because their lingerie was attractive. As her husband, I liked this because I liked seeing my busty wife in sexy underwear. As a father, I had somewhat made peace with the idea of my even bustier daughter in similarly sexy underwear because at least it was worn under other clothes. A bikini, though, would be worn where all could see; I was far less comfortable with the idea of my daughter wearing something like this at a pool party this summer.

Amanda, however, had always overruled me in this area. "Jacob, it's sweet that you worry about your daughter, but leave the fashion choices to me. You don't know what it's like to be a teenage girl; I do."

I brought the box into the kitchen. Emily had finished the pancakes and was sitting down to eat. "Looks like it's some new underwear that your mom ordered for you," I declared. "Also has a new swimsuit for you. I suppose you can test out the pool later if you like."

I joined her at the table and added a stack of pancakes to my plate. "I figure I'll work in the yard a bit this morning, but afterwards I'm free if you want to do something. What are your plans for today?"
 
I was a little embarrased that my dad saw the package. It was some of my bras that I knew I needed because the others I just spilled out of. My last boyfriend really didn't mind but for practicality sake my mom made me size up. I had to agree, a little bigger cup size would be a little more comfortable... still it was embarassing for my dad to see the package and know what it was.

There were two reasons. 1) mom told me he wasn't too keen on me ordering from this site like her because everything was so revealing and small. But we both liked it, both me and mom knew the struggles of finding cute underwear for women with our chests that didn't look like they were from the 30's. These were flattering and sexy, we both liked that. also....

2) I just heard my own dad having sex with my mom earlier, and I almost touched myself to the thought if my mom hadn't come in to tell me goodbye. I hadn't had any pleasing to myself in a while much less another's touch and was getting antsy. The thought of putting on sexy clothes made me long for release.

When dad asked me what I was doing today I couldn't tell him I would be giving myself a huge orgasm... So I shrugged my shoulders. "I'll probably try on these clothes and hang out by the pool today. There's some little things I have to take care of, but I'm pretty open otherwise." I say nonchalantly shoveling pankcakes in my mouth.
 
I shrugged mentally. If this bikini was like this company's lingerie line, it likely left left little to the imagination. But unless I wanted to go 15 rounds with my daughter over fashion choices, there was no point expressing my misgivings. At least she'd be wearing it at home with no one around.

"Okay. Try not to get sunburned." The instinct to offer fatherly advice was strong in me.

"Oh, and it wouldn't be a bad idea to do some laundry or run the vacuum cleaner a bit. You know how your mother thinks the house will fall apart when she's away, so let's show her that she's not completely right."

~~~~~
After breakfast, I was in the yard for the next few hours. Even though the day was merely warm, my shirt was soon damp with sweat.

When I finished, I went inside for a well-earned reward: a cold beer. I drained half of it and uttered a satisfied "Ah-ahhhh." I polished that off and grabbed a second to sip more leisurely.

"Emily? You in your room?" No answer to my hail followed. It's possible she was ignoring me - she was a teenager - but I judged it slightly more likely she was out back. I headed towards the pool to check.
 
I tried to ignore the part of the conversation my dad gave me about chores. I was actually really excited to try on this stuff from the mail. I quickly finished my pancakes, dumped my dishes near the sink and kissed him on the cheek. "Love ya dad!" I yelled and grabbed the box practically skipping down the hall.

Once inside my room, I peeled off my shirt to try on the bras. They were perfect. They held up my boobs to near defying levels and gave me plenty of cleavage and curve without covering up to much. But I really wanted to try on the tiny bathing suit. It was obviously sexy as soon as I pulled it out. The top again giving me the perfect amount of cleavage and exposure and the bottom was a tiny black thong back. The little patch of fabric barely covering my crotch in the front, and the thong not hiding my cute little cheeks at all in the back. I looked in the mirror smiling. Summer training really pays off.

I went outside to bathe in the sun. I had turned over and had my bare ass to the sky about to fall asleep when I heard my dad walking out to the pool...
 
I rounded the corner to the pool. A row of padded lounge chairs lined the far side One of them was occupied by a female figure lying face down.

For a second, I thought she was naked. Below the cascade of blonde hair was a vast expanse of tan flesh. Looking closer, I spotted the unfastened straps of a bikini top dangling off to the side. Clearly she wanted to avoid a tan line across her back.

I then spotted a slender black thong creeping from between the two pert cheeks. It wasn't much in the way of fabric, but it was still technically clothing.

The view was most impressive. From my angle, I could only see a bit of book flesh peeking out from beneath the torso. The lower half, however, was something else. The ass cheeks were rounded and taut, slight dimples on the sides suggesting the powerful muscles beneath. The legs were similarly well-developed.

Logic dictated it had to be my daughter. But for that brief moment, my body reacted just to the luscious female form lying half-naked in front of me. I felt a libidinous surge of blood to my groin.

That was quickly followed by some mixed emotions. Surely it had to be wrong for me to be somewhat aroused by Emily. Still, to deny her sex appeal would also be refusing to recognize she wasn't a little girl anymore.

I cleared my throat to let her know I was there and turned my back to her to give her some privacy. Well, that, and to hide the vague lump in my pants. One definite downside to my size is that even a semi-arousal can be visible.

"Hey sweetie, would you mind putting your top on for a moment?"
 
I was drifting off to my own thoughts when I heard my dad's throat clearing.

Shit.. my top was still off!!

I struggled to cover myself, but I'm sure he still caught glimpses of my side boobs spilling out over what little fabric I had.

"Hi dad..." I sheepishly say. My eyes bulge out as I catch a glipse of my dad's semi erect cock "WOW.." I think

You notice the look hoping I didn't catch a glimpse of your package.
Now were both a little embarrased.

"What's... up?" I say wondering where the hell that big thing came from
 

Behind me I heard some swift movement as my daughter reacted. "Hi Dad. . . ," she called sheepishly, ". . . just a sec.. . what's... up?"

I waited a beat longer with my back turned. The unexpected semi-arousal in my shorts had calmed, but I was still a bit embarrassed. I was tempted not to turn around at all, but refusing to look at my daughter probably wasn't the right way to proceed.

I turned around cautiously. The slender straps of her bikini were indeed retied, so there was some relief. Still, the amount of fabric supporting her breasts was still shockingly limited. I shifted my gaze up to her face willing myself not to look below her chin.

"Sorry, sweetie," I began. "I didn't mean to surprise you like that. You caught me a little off guard there, sunning with your top half off like that." Since I was forcing myself not to actually look at her torso, I settled for gesturing vaguely in its direction.

Much as I didn't want to talk about it, the parent in me wouldn't let me just ignore the elephant in the room, though. "Sweetie, I don't mean to stick my nose into your business, but are you sure you're wearing the right size? Or maybe that particular style is just a bit too revealing for your, uh, figure? I mean, I know it's a swimsuit, but it feels like you're showing an awful lot of skin."
 
I didn't want to hear a lecture from him, he's told it before and I've heard him talk to mom about it, so I just played it off.

"Oh daddy!' I commented. "It's just a swimsuit, and it's the same website mom gets her stuff from. Besides you don't want your daughter to look out of place in a pool do you? It's just style, everyone looks like me."

I stop talking hoping that will be the end of it. I come in for a hug. I definitely feel something stir down there. "So anyway... whats up?"
 
"Oh Daddy!" Emily responded with a roll of her eyes. "It's just a swimsuit."

My daughter definitely knew how to get to me. As she'd matured from little girl to curvaceous teenager, I'd become increasingly cautious about expressing strong opinions about "female" issues. After a couple of early missteps that had my wife giving me withering glances, I tended to defer to whatever she said. Consequently, Emily recognized that I'd be reluctant to stand firm on a question of fashion choice without her mother around.

"It's just the style, Daddy. Everyone looks like me."

I huffed slightly. "I'm pretty sure that's no the case, sweetie." While I had trouble keeping track of all their names, I knew Emily's friends well enough to know that none of them looked quite like my daughter. Sure, they were all varying degrees of teen hotness, but none of them could quite match her curves.

Emily segued into on of her traditional "Placate Daddy When He's Grumpy" maneuvers: the big hug. She stood up and wrapped her arms around my midsection. She then squeezed herself against me, smiling up at me. She's been doing this since she barely came up to my knee and it's still quite effective at disarming me.

Still, this time was a little different. Emily remains a fair bit shorter than I, so her head is level with my chest. That meant that my abs got the full brunt of her bosom. Moreover, since such close proximity requires me to look almost straight down, it was impossible not to notice the vast cleavage below her smiling face.

Again, underneath the "Daddy" hat is still a flesh and blood man. After my wife's teasing departure this morning, I wasn't quite able to rein in my body's reaction. A surge of blood to my groin. I instinctively tried to rotate my pelvis backward so that the fleshy warmth in my shorts wasn't pressed against Emily's belly.

"Well, I suppose we can ask your mother about it. For now, just don't wear that anywhere but at home, okay."

Emily gave me a vague gesture which I chose to interpret as potential agreement, though I'm sure she might disagree. I took what I could get and moved on. "Anywise, sweetie, I wanted to see if you were staying home for the evening or if you had plans. I need to get a shower, but afterwards I thought I might fire up the grill."
 
Emily smirked...

"Daddy I'll be home all night! That sounds good!" I'm just about done here anyway, so I'll pick up my things and take them inside. Can't have too much sun..

I go about picking up my towel and book I was halfway glancing at, giving you a full glimpse of my thong bottom. The top isn't the only star of the show.
 
"I'm just about done here anyway, so I'll pick up my things and take them inside. Can't have too much sun."

Emily spun away from me and stepped back to the lounge chair she'd been sunning herself in. I breathed a sigh of relief to be finally spared the challenge of trying not to look at her scantily covered bosom. Daughter or no, my underfed libido had been close to rebelling in my shorts. Unfortunately, my hopes of a ceasefire were swiftly dashed.

Emily didn't kneel down to gather her things, but instead kept her legs straight while she bent at the waist. (Her years of gymnastics and cheerleading clearly made her remarkably flexible.) This position caused her thong to almost wholly disappear between her butt cheeks. Aside from a slender horizontal strip of fabric running level with her hips, her round, taut ass was almost wholly exposed.

The only other sliver of fabric was visible between her thighs. Given her slender legs, I could readily see daylight all the way up to the juncture of her thighs. Bent over as she was, the crotch of her thong was now clearly visible from behind. I couldn't help but imagine what soft, tender flesh lurked beneath that scrap of cloth.

I spun around myself. I could feel my unsatisfied lust seizing control in my shorts. The erection I'd been preventing for the last few minutes was now proceeding whether I liked it or not. Best that Emily not see the bulge that was now slowly extending along my right thigh.

"Sounds good," I declared over my shoulder. "I'm going to grab a shower then." I set off for the house at a swift walk. I needed to get behind closed doors and deal with the burgeoning problem.
 
As Emily started to pick up her things, she said "OK DAD!" and he went to the house...

She walked into the house and deposited her towel in the laundry room, while walking to her room... she heard the shower running.

Her dad had left the door ajar... partly from being alone in the house she supposed.

Emily couldn't help but think about that semi she thought she saw at the pool, and also the sex noises she heard this morning. She could see movement through the sliver in the door... "why not?" she wondered... and crept in to see her dad in the glass shower.
 
I entered the house and went upstairs to our master bedroom. I pushed the door to and stripped off my dirty clothes. Had my wife been home, she'd have chided me about putting them in the laundry hamper, but I just left them in a pile on the floor. There ought to be some privileges about the wife being away.

The master bathroom was connected directly to the bedroom, so I strode in naked and turned on the shower. Meredith had remodeled the place a few years back, so we had a separate shower and tub. The shower was basically a box. Floor to ceiling glass comprised two sides, while the other two were lined with tiles. My wife had opted for clear glass - apparently it was classier - so I always felt a little exposed showering in there. Still, she'd gotten the shower head mounted a good 7' up, so I could stand under it with ease.

I was still warm from the yard work, so I turned on the water and stepped inside without waiting for it to heat up. "God, that's cold!" I yelped as the chilly water hit me. Still, I adapted to the temperature swiftly enough.

The cold also sapped the life out of my arousal. My cock drooped south and shrank to its resting state. Of course, even that was pretty sizable. At times I wasn't sure whether being so big was a blessing or a curse. Granted, my wife adored it, but even she had been scared of it the first time that girthy monster had reared it's apple-sized head.

A cold shower definitely wasn't going to be enough, though. Clearly marked libido was fired up from my wife's quickie this morning. I wasn't going to keep it under control until I'd vented some of the pressure.

Fortunately, I keep a toy around for just such contingencies. Meredith isn't always in the mood when I am - oftentimes because her enjoyment of vigorous sex with her over-endowed husband leaves her too sore to participate the next day. Consequently, she'd special ordered me a Fleshlight to fit me. After I showered, I'd relax on the bed with that for 20 minutes and get me feeling right as rain.
 
Emily peered in the crack through the door. The beauty of the remodeled room was that there wasn't any way her dad would be able to catch her. The hallway was dark and the door was far enough away she would be long gone to her room close by if he came to the door...

As she saw her dad in the shower, she marveled at his manhood. "Geez mom's not the only one who grows 'em big" she thought. It was a massive cock. She knew now why her mom was moaning so much this morning. "God that's kind of hot..." she thought.

All of a sudden missing the fact her boyfriend had broken up with her and she was suddenly single... she kept spying.
 
I toweled off after my shower with fluffy terrycloth. I hung up the towel and padded into the bedroom to prepare for my self-help session.

I kept the Fleshlight in the back of a lower drawer. I retrieved the plastic case and a bottle of lube and then set them on the bed. After arranging the pillows so that I could recline against them, I settled myself atop the covers.

The first order of business was getting myself aroused. Given my experience with Emily, I decided that working out some of this lust for curvaceous teens might be in order. I picked up my phone and began scrolling the Internet. I smiled as I did so; I was just old enough to remember a time when finding naked women required buying a Playboy magazine. Now it was freely available on my phone.

I'd left my flaccid cock draped across my belly. Shifting that much blood takes some time, but I was in no hurry. The fleshy shaft began to pinken and swell slowly. I could feel the bulbous head gradually stretch towards my rib cage.

I put the phone down when my cock started to throb. Although fairly long in its own right, the shaft was so thick that I always thought it resembled a fire hydrant. Even I couldn't encircle it with one hand and my wife needed to use both hands to maintain any grip on it.

I uncapped the Fleshlight and squirted a healthy dose of lube inside. I then squirted a line of lube down my cock so I could spread it with my fingers. With something this big, it was important to reduce any friction. Only when the shaft glistened with slippery lube did I take the Fleshlight in hand and begin to position it at the tip of my cock.
 
Emily kept peering in as she watched her dad leave the shower and luckily could still see a little when he left the second door from the bathroom open that went to her paren't room.

Even though he was further away she could tell what he was doing, before long even she could see what was happening by the large member being serviced by the fleshlight. "Geez!" she thought... "He's huge!"

She had never seen a man use a sex toy. She had a little vibe of her own she bought one day. Her friends all did after practice once and they all giggled like they weren't really going to use it, but later they all revealed they did. But she never saw a man use a toy. It was down right erotic for her to see.
 

The Fleshlight stretched considerably to accommodate my girth. I hadn't soaked it in warm water, so it was considerably chillier than a real pussy. Still, the pseudo-flesh was smooth and soft enough to offer a satisfactory substitute.

I jammed my cock into the back of the tube. That was something I could never do with a woman. Meredith had been impaling herself on my pole for nearly two decades and she still needed to ease onto it.

I kept my cock low to my belly as I began to stroke myself with the tube. I pulled it off me halfway each time, leaving about six inches fully exposed before sinking back down into it.

I kept my pace slow. After my earlier stimulation, I probably could have knocked off a quick one in a minute or so, but that would leave me only marginally satisfied. If I took my time, I'd build up the pressure for a powerful climax. That'd keep me sated for the rest of the day.

I turned back to me cellphone for some visual stimulation. The bikini clad teens weren't quite as impressive as Emily, but they certainly would suffice. "Oh yeah," I grunted, fantasizing about the cute redhead on screen. "Wrap your lips around Daddy. That's a good girl."
 
Emily was mesmorized watching his member impale the fleshlight.

She marveled at the steady pace he went, so sure of himself as he stroked, something the guys she had dated never really mastered...

But the kicker is when she heard her dad talk dirty to the pictures in his phone. He was a little far away but she could have sworn she heard him moan the word "daddy". She wasn't sure if it was just dirty talk but she pretended it was something he would say to her.

the thoughts of having that huge cock really crept in her mind.

She was beggining to feel a little turned on, she might have to excuse herself to take care of her increasing pleasure but she was so fixed on what was in front of her...
 
I pumped steadily on my cock for nearly a dozen minutes. By then, beads of sweat had broken out on my forehead as I strained not to cum. My balls felt like lead weights between my thighs.

Finally, I could take no more. With a loud grunt, my hips lifted off the bed as I came hard. My balls twitched as thick jets of cum rocketed into the Fleshlight. After such a long build up, my orgasm was particularly intense.

I laid back against the pillows and groaned softly as the endorphins kicked in. God, that felt nice. The tension that had built up in me had wafted away. I felt relaxed, almost complacent. I probably could have drifted off to sleep with little effort.

Still, I needed to deal with the cleanup. I rolled myself off the bed, keeping a firm grip on the Fleshlight. My cock had lost its stiffness after blowing my load, so I kept the Fleshlight pressed against my groin lest it slip off. I waddled awkwardly back to the bathroom with the plastic tube held firm against me to avoid any leakage.

In the bathroom, I removed the Fleshlight. My cock slipped free with an obscene squelch. I upended the Fleshlight over the sink. A stream of milky white cum poured out. Geez, I really had blown quite a load.

I removed the Fleshlight from its tube and washed it with water. I set it on a hand towel to dry. I then stepped into the shower and washed the jism and lube off my dangling member.

After toweling myself off, I returned to the bedroom. Time to start work on dinner. Probably should check on Emily; despite her being nearly an adult who could look after herself, the old daddy instincts were hard to shake. I opened up a couple dresser drawers and withdrew some clean underwear and shorts.
 
After watching my own daddy climax.... I stood in the door a little longer processing what I saw...

When he started motioning to clean up I snapped back to reality and decided to leave the hallway before I was caught.

I knew I needed to take care of the fire in my hot little honeypot before I coulc get any thing constructive done...

I went into my room (in such a hurry I thought I closed it but not noticing I left it ajar) and went into my panty drawer to search for my little vibe.

When I found it, I jumped on the bed, slipped my panties down my hips to my knees, parted my knees and put the little toy to work on my clit.

The buzzing noise took me away to my brain to let me know it was playtime, and all I could do is think about what I just saw.

"oh daddy....." escaped my lips as I opened up easily.
 
Once dressed, I headed downstairs to the kitchen. I pulled out some veggies and the meat We'd stocked up at the grocery store earlier in the week, so I had everything I needed.

I left briefly to fire up the grill. I always favored charcoal, even though it took a while to heat up. I put a stack of charcoal in the chimney and lit some old newspaper beneath to get it started. I returned to the kitchen while it started up.

I pulled out some zucchini and yellow squash and sliced them for the grill. I also picked out a couple of NY strips - my favorite cut. I piled everything on some plates and grabbed a bottle of olive oil.

Back out at the grill, I spread out the now orange-glowing coals and put the grate over it. I dabbed a paper towel in olive oil and wiped the grill with it. I then spread out the veggies and meat to cook.
 
As I am lying back, feeding my own desire into my vibe.... I can hear you outside my window messing with the grill.. the thought that you are right outside my window while I am thinking of you teasing my clit turns me on even more.

I rasie my hips off the bed and angle my buzzing toy pressing downward on my clit... "MMMM.." I keep moaning.
 
I gave the steaks a nice sear. I set one aside to cook a little longer. Emily liked her meat a little more medium than I.

When everything had finished, I plated it up and wrapped it with foil. The steaks would need to rest for about ten minutes. That gave me enough time to put together a salad.

I kept it simple. Lettuce for the base plus a couple of cucumbers from Meredith's little vegetable garden. I also added some celery bits because I liked a little crunch. I tossed it all together in a bowl.

There was still no sign of Emily, so I pulled out my cellphone and called. Wandering the house calling her name would do me little good given how frequently she had her ear buds on. However, no matter how loudly she listened to music, she always seemed to notice when her phone rang.
 
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