Chapter 2

That night I fucked Adina like a young stallion. She can be very vocal when she’s really aroused, and that night I made her cum three times, driving her to new heights of ecstasy. The last time was on her hands and knees, and, as I plowed into her from behind, I fondled her ass. When I teased her puckered hole with my thumb, she loved it, so I dribbled on her and stuck my thumb in deep, making her squeal like a little girl. Megan had to be able to hear. After that last orgasm, Adina collapsed on her front, waving a hand weakly at me. I cuddled her and she quickly fell asleep. But I hadn’t cum. I was still rock hard.

None of that was by chance. I needed Adina asleep, Megan hopefully awake, and myself with an erection.

As soon as Adina began to softly snore, I cleaned myself up and then pulled my pajamas on, just about managing to cover my hardon, and then went to Megan’s room. There was a light showing under the door, and I knocked very quietly. She called me in, and she was sitting up in bed, her face flushed a very pretty shade of pink.

“I’m sorry about all the noise,” I whispered, walking over to stand beside her bed. “Did we keep you awake?”

She nodded. “A bit.”

“Were you touching yourself as you listened to us, Megan?” Again, a little nod, and she lowered her eyes as if ashamed. “It’s OK, Megan. It feels good, doesn’t it? Everyone does it.”

“Even you and Mommy?”

“Oh, yes. Do you get tingles when you touch yourself?” I asked, keeping my voice calm and even, as if we were discussing her school work. She was visibly relaxing.

She gave me the cutest shy grin, “Yes,” she breathed.

“Are you tingling now?”

“Yes, Daddy ... Daddy?”

“Yes, sweetheart?”

“What were you doing to Mommy to make her sound like that?” She was talking to me, but her eyes were fixed on my groin. Her stare made me even harder.

“Mommy told you about sex and how a man puts his hard penis into a woman’s vagina, didn’t she?”

She nodded. “But those noises...?”

“It feels good, Megan. It feels very, very good. Maybe the best feeling in the world.” For the longest time, she just sat there gazing at the bulge in my PJs, while I prayed that she’d ask to see it.

“Is that your penis?” she whispered, and my heart was hammering in my chest.

“Yes,” I replied. Please, please, please, ask to see it!

“Do you think...” she began, and then faltered.

“What, darling? You can ask me anything.”

“Do you think I could see it?”

“Of course, sweetie,” I replied, somehow managing to keep my voice calm even though I wanted to punch the air and shout.

She actually leaned forward as I fumbled to get my raging erection out through the fly.

“It’s so big,” she gasped as I took my hands away. “And hard.”

“Mommy was making those noises because this was inside her vagina.”

“No!” she said incredulously, glancing up at me to see if I was serious. “Not with one that big!” When I nodded, she looked straight back down again. Her breathing was shallow and rapid, and I knew she was very excited. I could also see her fingers twitching, as if she were imagining what it would be like to touch me. I wrapped my own fingers around it, just below the tip, and slowly stroked it up and down.

“What are you doing, Daddy?”

“This is how I like to touch myself, Megan ... would you like to show Daddy how you touch yourself?” She sat there and just watched me, seemingly mesmerized by what I was doing.

Finally, she whispered, “No touching,” and my heart soared.

“Of course not,” I said softly, and she began to slowly push the covers down. Once again, my head span as her gorgeous pussy came into view. She parted her legs just a little and then stroked a finger gently over her vulva.

“Like this?” she asked, looking up at me for approval.

“Touch yourself how you do when you want to feel good,” I whispered, transfixed by the beauty of what I was seeing. My fingers were barely touching my cock, I was so close to cumming.

“Like I do when I’m listening to you and Mommy?”

“Yes, sweetheart, just like that.”

I gasped as she opened her legs wider and her finger ran along her slit. Her eyes were still mostly on my erection, and my climax was tantalizingly close. But I never wanted to stop watching her, so I resisted the urge to go faster, just dancing my fingers around my knob.

“That’s perfect, baby girl,” I murmured. Then my eyes went wide and my whole body clenched as the tip of her finger dipped into her vagina. My sweet fourteen-year-old daughter was masturbating for me! It was too much, and I shuddered and groaned as I came all over the bed covers between her legs, while she looked on, seemingly amazed and fascinated.

“Is that cum?” she asked, gazing at the mess I’d made, but still fingering her pussy.

“Yes, you made Daddy have an orgasm,” I told her.

She looked at me and smiled. “I made you do that?”

“Yes, sweetheart. You look so sexy when you touch your pussy.”

She looked very pleased and proud, then her brow furrowed a little and she shuffled backwards. “That’s the stuff that makes babies,” she said, glaring at my sperm.

“Don’t worry, baby, Daddy had an operation after you were born, so that he can’t make babies anymore. Besides, it has to go inside your cunt to make a baby.”

Her eyes went wide. “Cunt,” she repeated. “That sounds so naughty,” she was blushing, but her eyes were sparkling with her own wickedness. “Cunt, cunt, cunt,” she repeated, looking down at it as she stroked it.

“It is a naughty word, Megan, but for a very beautiful thing.”

“You think my cunt is beautiful?” Then she looked up at my groin. “Your ... penis in my ... cunt?” she mused breathlessly. Oh my God, my baby girl was clearly trying to imagine how that might feel. “Was Mommy having an orgasm? Is that why she made those noises?”

“Yes, darling. She had several,” I replied. “Have you ever had an orgasm?”

She pondered that for a while. “I don’t think so. I’ve never felt so good that I wanted to make noises like that. Girls can have orgasms, can’t they?”

“Yes, darling. Little girls like you can have orgasms. Daddy could help you...?”

She was almost vibrating with excitement, her fingers moving faster over her lips. “No touching, though,” she said softly.

“No, no. I’d just show you. Maybe next time?”

“We’re going to do this again?”

“Only if you want to. You do want to, don’t you?”

“Yes, please, Daddy. I love our games,” she replied, looking up at me, and her smile almost broke my heart.

I took off my pajama top and used it to clean up her covers.

“Night, night, sweetheart,” I said, bending down to kiss her. She lifted her face to me and we kissed; I could feel her trembling, and it made my cock stir again.

“Is Mommy ever going to go out?” Megan asked me a few days later when Adina wasn’t within earshot. Every confirmation that she loved what we were doing was like heroin to me. The burst of adrenaline must have kicked my mind into gear, because I had a brainwave.

When my wife came back, I said to her, “Take this and buy yourself some nice things for your birthday?” And I handed her my credit card. It would probably cost me a fortune, but if it meant that Megan and I would have a whole Saturday afternoon together, it would be worth it.

I tried not to catch Megan’s eyes as Adina took the card, but I could almost feel her buzzing with excitement. The moment that she drove away, Megan turned to me. “I’m so excited,” she squealed with delight. “Race you upstairs!”

By the time I caught up with her, she’d already taken off her sweatshirt and was tugging off her jean shorts. When she looked up and saw me rubbing the front of my trousers, her eyes flashed with excitement.

“Would you like to see Daddy with no clothes on?” I asked, knowing that we were safe from interruption by my wife.

Her little face lit up at the idea. “Really?” she asked breathlessly.

By way of answer, I took off first my shirt, and then my pants, standing before my young daughter in just a pair of white briefs, stretched right out in front. Her lips parted, and the tip of her tongue wetted them as she looked on with obvious excitement.

I paused, and she looked up at me, frowning with a little impatience. Not wanting to tease her any longer, I slid my briefs down to my knees, where they dropped to the floor, and I stepped out of them.

I sat down on the edge of the bed with my knees apart, stroking the length of my cock and playing with my balls while Megan watched me like a hawk, now nibbling on her lower lip.

“Touch yourself for me, Megan,” I pleaded, and she stroked her cotton-clad mound, and then grinned wickedly as she slipped her hand inside.

Her look was almost triumphant as she saw my hand move faster on my cock.

“Would you like it if I took off my bra and panties, Daddy? So that you can see my nipples and my ... cunt?”

Dear God. I couldn’t have loved her more than I did at that moment. “Yes, please, darling,” I whimpered.

She turned around and reached behind her to undo the catch, and then let it slide over her shoulders.

My darling, fourteen-year-old daughter, was standing before me, naked but for a pair of white panties, and I was literally shaking with excitement as she put her fingers into the waistband.

She watched me over her shoulder as she slowly pushed them down over her butt cheeks. I could barely breathe, gazing in pure lust at her sweet, white booty.

“That’s perfect. Stay like that, sweetie,” I said, drinking in the sight of her downy-soft skin and perfectly rounded cheeks with the enticing dark cleft between.

“You like looking at my bum, don’t you, Daddy?”

“I love looking at all of you, Megan, but your bottom is especially beautiful.” She looked over her shoulder at me, smiling. “Could you...?”

“What, Daddy?”

“Could you reach back and pull your cheeks apart for me, Megan?” Sweet Jesus, her little pink asshole was to die for! “A little wider...”

“Oh, Megan. You have such a gorgeous little bum-hole.” She giggled. “Some girls like to have their bum-holes touched, and even licked.”

“Ew! That’s so dirty!”

“If there was touching, I’d lick your bum-hole, Megan,” I told her with absolute honesty. Her eyes flashed with shock.

“Really?” she whispered.

I nodded. “And your cunt. I’d lick you all over, baby girl.”

“You’re very rude,” she accused, but her eyes were sparkling with arousal, and I thought that I could see a little moisture on her pussy lips.

“I am,” I acknowledged, with mock shame. “Look how hard you’ve made me?” She giggled and stared brazenly at my hand stroking my cock.

“Turn around, darling. And come closer, so that Daddy can see your sweet little cunt up close.”

She made a tutting noise, but did as I asked. She stopped about two feet away, and I could clearly see that her pussy lips were indeed wet. I was almost beside myself with excitement.

“Touch yourself, sweetheart,” I begged. “Between your legs.”

“On my cunt?” she asked, “Or in my cunt?”

I knew that she was playing my games, trying to shock me, and it worked. I looked up into her wide, excited eyes. “In,” I gasped. “Oh, please! In!”

I held my breath as she slowly sank her fingertip between her glistening little lips, and then up to the first knuckle. When she pulled it out, it was shiny with her juices.

“You’d like to put your cock in my cunt, wouldn’t you Daddy?” she said looking straight at my raging erection.

“More than anything in the world, baby girl,” I replied, meaning every word.

She just stared at my erection and kept fingering her pussy, for all the world imagining what it might feel like. “But there’s no touching,” she said, and the regret in her voice made my head spin: did she really want me to do that?

“We wouldn’t have to tell Mommy,” I said softly. “If there was a little touching...”

She looked into my eyes, and, for just a second, I thought she might relent. “No,” she said with an authoritative finality that was well beyond her years.

“I understand,” I said quietly, not wanting to upset her by pushing harder. “But ... do you think you could stand over me again, please, baby girl? While you play with yourself?”

She gave me a little naughty smile, and nodded.

I lay down on the carpet and gazed up in wonder as she stood over my head. I could see her perfect bottom, and her pussy as her finger slid in and out of her tiny pink lips. My cock was as hard as it had ever been as I fisted it.

I wanted to see more. I wanted to smell her excitement! “Baby, could you sort of squat down?” I pleaded. “Please, Megan.”