Chapter 8: Sex, Just Because

Every guy has fantasies of unrestrained sex with a willing and enthusiastic partner. Sometimes life rewards you with the chance to experience it. Not every man has fantasies of unrestrained, adventurous sex with his daughter, especially an underaged daughter. Actually, very, very few men have that dream. Even fewer get to experience it. I did.

I was the lucky one. By some strange twist of fate I had a daughter that enjoyed sex as much as I did. Was I the reason for that? Sasha surprised me with how she embraced sex; enthusiastically and energetically at times, soft and snuggling and slow at other times. She wasn't just responding to my appetite, either. She was just as likely to instigate sex as I was.

It started the day after our first time making love. Morning arrived very late for me. I was relaxed and feeling very good when my eyes finally opened.

Like every time before the bed next to me was empty, an impression of her head in the pillow and her pear and lemony scent the only indications she'd been in bed with me.

When I rolled and stretched a new scent wafted out from under the sheets; the distinctive smell of sex. A partial morning woodie stormed into a full erection. I'd had sex with my daughter! Desire to have sex with her again drove me out of bed. I peed and brushed my teeth, threw on blue and white striped pajama bottoms and went in hunt of my young lover.

The smell of fresh brewed coffee hit me from the top of the stairs. Glancing over the balustrade, I spotted Sasha sprawled on the couch watching television, her iPhone in hand. She was dressed, jeans, multi-colored T-shirt, blue sneakers and pink and green striped socks, her hair pulled back in a ponytail.

Suppressing a yawn, I poured coffee into my angry Donald Duck mug. Sasha looked up at me giving me a big, big smile, her eyes twinkling.

"Morning, Dad!"

"Morning. You look like you're dressed to go out. How come?" I asked, taking a cautious sip of hot coffee. Mmmm, good.

She looked surprised. "It's Monday. I'm going to school."

"Why?" I asked.

She waited a beat before asking, "Why what?"

"Why are you going to school? I thought you liked me. Don't you want to stay home and mess around?"

Sasha burst into laughter, her pleasure at being desired plain to see. "You're nut's, Dad. I already played hooky once this month. Don't you remember?"

"So what? Skip school again," I suggested, making my way over to her.

She laughed at me. "I'll be suspended. Besides, I have a history test today."

"Fine! Be like that," I grumbled with a frown. Her bright laughter almost made me smile. "I was going to take you to Acapulco to see the high divers. They were so excited to hear you were coming to visit. I guess they'll have to accept disappointment."

"Daaaad! Honestly!" Sasha laughed. An expression of cunning emerged. Laughter died away. "Okay. I give in. Take me to Acapulco!"

With a smile of amusement I bent over the arm of the couch and kissed her, a light loving kiss on her lips. "I love you rather fiercely, Honey."

She stared into my eyes, contemplating me. "I love you too, Dad," she replied quite seriously.

"Who won the War of the Roses?" I asked out of the blue, moving towards the armchair.

"Kathleen Turner," Sasha immediately answered, her face deadpan.

I laughed. Damn she was quick. I didn't think she even knew the movie. "You're gonna fail your history test," I told her.

She giggled, eyes twinkling. "Gotta go," she announced, rising.

I flopped into the armchair and flipped the television to a news channel. "Hurry home!" I yelled after her.

"Kay!"

Just as she reached the front door, I yelled, "Are you sore?"

She paused, a hint of pink dusting her cheeks. "No. Why?"

"I have exciting plans," I claimed. "See ya later. Have fun at school."

With a bright laugh my daughter pulled her coat on, hefted her backpack, and disappeared.

I was left wondering why she wasn't sore.

My day was busy. Once caffeine had restarted my still-sleeping heart I set about playing Castlevania on the xBox. Three hours later, having made great progress despite being killed twice, I quit. Lunch was a sandwich thrown together and eaten in front of the computer as I watched YouTube, studying an instruction video on how to shuffle dance. I was still smarting from my daughter's laughter when I had tried the dance. She may have inherited a lot of her innate dancing abilities from her mother, but she also inherited a large dose from me, too. I was a great dancer and refused to be cowed by some new dance style.

The problem was shuffle dancing was as difficult as trying to rub your stomach while patting the top of your head. Somehow the two actions conflicted with each other. The damn dance was the same. One leg was supposed to move with hard snapping knee bends in time with the techno-beat, your foot stamping to the ground, while the other foot was supposed to glide across the floor as if skating on ice. It was damn near impossible.

I wiled away the early afternoon amusing myself by practicing the dance, interrupted by several business phone calls. The callers were highly suspicious of my panting breath when I answered, some thinking they'd caught me in mid-coitus ... one obviously thinking he'd interrupted me watching porn. Then I logged into my Gmail account.

There were three emails commenting on my erotic stories. I scanned the oldest two quickly, my attention on the third. It was from Sasha.

Renpet, I thought you deserve to know since you helped me. I still can't get over it but last night Dad and I made love! Can you believe it? It wasn't just sex, either. At least it didn't feel like just sex. Do guys cuddle and whisper how much they love you afterwards if it's just sex? Maybe I'll find out.

Your stories aren't quite the same as what I experienced. I thought you'd be interested to know, I didn't climax with Dad. He made me cum with his mouth before we even made love. I never knew oral sex could be so intense. It's so much stronger than masturbating. It's almost painful and the climax isn't just in my pussy, it was my whole body reacting. It's really tiring! Does oral sex feel the same to guys? Maybe I'll try with Dad and see.

The other thing I was surprised about is how full I felt. Dad felt huge inside me, as if his erection was reaching all the way to my stomach, and I was so stretched. I loved it! It's an amazing feeling.

Anyway, I wanted to let you know that not cumming when Dad did was even better, I think. I got to feel Dad cum! Not everything. But I felt his body when he climaxed. I felt his erection swelling and throbbing inside me. I heard his pleasure, too, and it was incredible. How come you don't write about how amazing it is for daughters to make their dads cum? Or do you? Maybe I missed it. I don't mean to tell you how to write, you do it so well already, LOL!

The only thing I'm not sure of is how to talk to Dad about sex stuff. I'm a bit embarrassed to tell him I want sex again and how do I tell him I want to try oral sex? I don't want to behave like a slut, but how do you talk openly about things? I'll have to figure it out.

Gotta go. I hear Dad waking up. No need to reply. I wanted to thank you for making my dreams come true. I'll forever be thankful.

Your eternal fan, sasha .4843

Leaning back in the chair I considered her comments. There were several new pieces of information I found fascinating. I'd always known that oral sex can induce very strong orgasms in women. Often they'd admitted those orgasms were much stronger than the ones they'd experience during intercourse. The new information from Sasha excited me. I'd never really thought about Sasha being sexually driven. Somehow my mental perspective was that she was emotionally driven; love driving her desire for sex. Clearly it wasn't just love. To have her write about giving me oral sex, my little girl thinking about giving me a blowjob, was very exciting. It also sounded like Sasha was enthusiastic about sex. What a dream!

After some thought, I sent a response.

sasha .4843, I am thrilled for you. You and your father are exceptionally lucky to have found love together. To enjoy sex together is a wonderful bonus. As it happens I do write about the feelings you experienced. Perhaps you'll notice them now you've experienced them. :) As for talking to your father about sex, this is one subject I can speak with authority on. There are a couple of things to keep in mind. Frank talk about sex in public will embarrass any father. The opposite is true when done in the privacy of the home. Guys really get turned on with sexy talk. Our imagination can't help but picture what girls talk about. So how do you talk to your father about sex? You do it honestly, openly. You tell him what you're thinking or what you want. Don't try to be coy or shy about using words you might think are rude. Just don't be trashy in how you talk. Watch your father's reactions. Subtle signs will tell you if you're pushing the limits. Be yourself. Be natural. Be relaxed. Be honest. He loves you. He'll be honest with you if you are with him.

Thank you for letting me know what happened. I am jealous. It sounds like you've discovered true happiness with your father, something very few daughters experience.

Renpet

Logging out of Gmail, I took my partial erection upstairs to shower. I hadn't showered this morning and had sweated my way through dancing. Ripeness wasn't the best thing to greet my daughter with when she came home. I wondered what it would be like to hear Sasha talk openly about sex. Did young girls see sex differently from guys?

Half an hour later I stood at the large living room window sipping a mug of Darjeeling black tea and watching pedestrians hurry along the sidewalks, the blustery autumn wind lifting coattails and skirts and mussing hair. I saw her immediately. It wasn't her clothes. It was the way she moved, light on her feet, almost dancing. Her dark-burgundy ponytail flapped in the wind.

Frowning with disapproval, I watched her dash across the busy street dodging cars and a rather fast delivery truck, its horn audible even from four stories above. I'd warned her not to run across the street time and again. Still. The sight of her made my pulse rise. I was horny. I had a sexy daughter. Selfishly, I wanted to get me some sex.

Grinning at my mercenary motives, I put the mug of tea down and moved to the side of the front door.

She screamed when I grabbed her from behind and laughed hard when I told her her ass was mine. She struggled to get free, still laughing, her hands trying to pry my arms open, sneaker-clad feet kicking.

"Stop struggling," I ordered her.

"Let me go," she countered.

"Stop struggling," I repeated, carrying her towards the couch.

"Let me go," she insisted, laughing.

"No."

"Yes," she countered.

"Okay. But only if you promise to take off your jeans for the rest of the day."

A storm of giggles erupted making me smile so hard it hurt. I let her go. Beautiful amber eyes twinkled with pleasure. Her smile was blinding. Damn she was gorgeous. She shrugged her coat off.

"I have a surprise," I said.

A wary expression emerged. "What?" She watched me carefully.

"I've mastered the shuffle dance."

"You haven't!" she exclaimed.

"I have," I insisted. "Want to see it?"

Flopping onto the couch, Sasha smiled. "Yup. Let's see."

"Will you take your jeans off if I show you the dance?" I asked.

"Daaaad! Honestly! Just dance," Sasha insisted with a giggle.

Pressing the remote, techno music swelled from the speakers, a heavy thump-thump. I followed the beat for a moment and started demonstrating my new-found skill.

My audience of one was not appreciative. My darling daughter took one look and burst into laughter, tears forming. Then she started hooting and gasping at my efforts. Challenged by her mirth, I tried harder. She cried with laughter rolling onto her side. Out of the blue, still laughing, she suddenly exclaimed, "Damn!" and blushed bright red. "STOP! You made me pee my panties!" she accused grabbing her crotch.

So distracted by her admission I accidentally danced into the ottoman and took a huge tumble, twisting and slamming to the floor, a stab of pain radiating up from my ankle. "FUDGE!"

SASHA WACHED AS DAD took a dive. It was too funny for words, and his dance? Just friggin hilarious. Her cheeks radiated heat, her panties wet from a little spurt of pee. She'd had to go to the bathroom when she came home but Dad had grabbed her. That Iced Latte on the way home had been too big.

Suddenly she saw the wince of pain on his face. Worried, she jumped up from the couch.

"Are you okay?" she asked, kneeling next to him.

He grabbed his ankle. "No I'm not okay. You and your peeing broke my ankle!" he exclaimed.

Worried, Sasha reached for his foot. "Let me see." She pulled the leg of his jeans up and eased his sock down. Yup, there was some very, very slight swelling. She moved his foot.

"Ow!" he complained.

Sasha had seen a lot of twisted ankles. Dancers always suffered from them. Dad's ankle wasn't broken. It was hardly sprained. She turned his foot. "Does this hurt?"

"Ow! Yuh-huh!"

She pressed a finger against his ankle.

"Ow!"

Holding just his heel he complained loudly and winced again. Smiling to herself, Sasha pretended to touch him. "How about this? Does it hurt?"

"Ow. Stop doing that!" he complained loudly, a frown on his face.

Sasha laughed. "Dad, you haven't broken you ankle. You've hardly strained it."

"How would you know? It's my ankle."

"Because I dance. Don't be such a boy. You're not hurt." With a grin she stood up. His complaining really was like a little boy.

"And stop laughing when I dance!" he added as he stood and gingerly tested his foot. "Damn that's sore," he muttered.

"Stop whining," Sasha scolded, turning to head up to her room.

"Hey! Where are you going?" Dad called out after her. "You're supposed to take your jeans off!"

Laughing, Sasha climbed the stairs. In her room she tugged the jeans off and inspected the gusset of her cotton panties. Yup. She'd peed a bit. How embarrassing! But jeesh! Dad was so damn funny. Why did he think he could shuffle?

In the bathroom she peed and washed and dried her pussy. Back at her dresser she hunted through her panties. Pausing, she considered Dad's request. Maybe wearing no jeans would be interesting. How would he react? Her hands sorted through the neatly folded panties until she touched a pair of silky white string bikini panties, light making the material shimmer. Holding them up she nodded. She liked these. They not only looked sexy they felt sexy against her pussy, too. She pulled them on and, with a wiggle, arranged the gusset, pausing to check herself in the mirror. Yup. Sexy.

Hunting through another drawer she pulled out a ratty old navy blue T-shirt. It had holes in the shoulder and at the neck seam. It was faded and soft and slightly frayed where the bottom hem was unraveling. It was huge, too. She'd rescued the T-shirt from the trash can when Dad had tossed it out. It was too well-loved to be discarded.

A final check in the mirror and she paused. Reaching underneath the Tee, with some wiggling and writhing, she removed her small bra and dropped it on top of the dresser. Rubbing the bra marks underneath her boobs she headed downstairs.

I DON'T KNOW WHAT it is about young girls wearing their father's clothes. I find the sight extraordinarily attractive. My daughter arriving in the living room looked just gorgeous in an old Tee I distinctly remembered throwing away. She'd let her hair down so it cascaded in thick waves to below her shoulder blades at her back and over her small breasts at the front. The slight smile on her face told me she was very conscious of the effect she was having on me. And, God, the little flashes of white panties - just the rounded bottom of her pussy coddled in silkiness - was the ultimate in sexy tease.

Having been horny all day, her appearance caused an immediate erection, an immediate desire, and no small sense of urgency. "Dance for me," I asked her as a distraction. "Show me how the shuffle dance is supposed to look."

A sly expression emerged. "Only if you remove your jeans for the rest of the day, too," she bargained, followed by a cheeky smile. Damn I loved her.

"After you dance," I countered.

"Nope. Before."

"After."

"Before or no dance," she replied firmly.

I sighed and willingly gave in. Still sitting in the armchair I unbuttoned and tugged the jeans off, kicking them to the floor. "Dance," I ordered, pointing to the floor in front of me. Did she see my erection?

With a quick laugh, Sasha turned the music back on. She might have taken her jeans off, but she still wore pink and green striped toe socks that looked quite ridiculous. In her usual fashion she listened to the beat, nodding her head slightly, and started dancing, high knee bends, foot stamping down, the other foot gliding over the floor. She switched it up reversing her feet, moving with hard snaps, her body turning, the dance quite mesmerizing. Her hair shimmied, head bent. The navy blue Tee jumped and swirled revealing flashes of the sexiest little string bikini panties ever, silky and tight, her hips so narrow and young, a sexy little ass.

I watched the flashes of white, my erection slowly strengthening, becoming rigid, pulsing.

When Sasha stopped, breathing hard, she smiled at me and came over, turning and sitting in my lap. Beautiful eyes studied me. A smile broadened.

"Did my dancing turn you on?" she asked with a wiggle of her rump against my erection.

"No. Your panties did."

"Huh. So in addition to being an ass man you're a panty lover?" she asked, eyebrows arched.

I grinned. "Nope. I'm not just a lover. I'm a panty connoisseur, an admirer of sexy culottes, an expert in undie appreciation, a fan of filmy satin, an aficionado of gossamer nothingness, a master of..."

Sasha slapped my arm. "You're totally lovable, Dad," she exclaimed, leaning against me.

"So are you," I responded adding a flex of my erection under her butt and hugging her around her waist.

The glint of mischief that emerged in her captivating eyes sent a small shiver through me. She spread her knees and reached down between her legs. Her hand fumbled around and found my cock giving it a sexy squeeze.

"You're really horny," she said softly, a little smile playing over her lips. Leaning in, her mouth neared my ear, warm clean breath washing over me. She spoke softly, "I've wondered what oral sex with you would be like. Can I try? Would you let me, Dad? Please? I might not be very good at it."

I groaned quietly, my cock flexing.

"Is that a yes?" she whispered. "Can I tell you something, Dad? I've been horny since last night. Does oral sex feel as good to you as it did to me?"

"Jeez, Sasha," I whispered in an exhaled sigh. How could she turn me on so much? No one had ever been so desirable.

Her hand fished around finding the boxer's flies. She probed and a cool hand gently grasped my shaft. Letting it go, she slipped off my lap and onto her knees between my legs.

"Can I?" she asked, her hand resting on my cock over the boxers.

"I'm all yours," I answered. "I'll suffer through anything for my darling daughter."

Sasha laughed, pretty eyes bright with amusement. A bit of energetic fishing and some wrestling with the unfamiliar, and my daughter drew my erection out.

Her hand held my shaft. Her eyes studied how her fingertips and thumb didn't quite meet. Almost talking to herself she said, "It's so big. How did it ever fit? No wonder it felt like I was stuffed." Her eyes glanced up at me. "Is it wrong that I like it so much?"

I chuckled in amusement. "No. It's quite exciting, actually."

Her attention went back to my cock. She gave the shaft a testing squeeze. "It's so hard," she murmured before stroking me lightly. Pulling, she pointed the tip towards her face and hesitantly kissed it, a fleeting kiss, quick, a teasing touch of her lips. After a brief pause, she stroked me a few times, stopped and kissed the tip again, this time her lips lingering longer. Small tremors of pleasure hit me with each cute action, my erection throbbing in her small hand, looking so large, the sight of my daughter so...

SASHA COULDN'T BELIEVE IT. She was actually holding Dad's erection! She'd kissed it! The red head was so soft against her lips, so warm. Dad's erection seemed so big now she was holding it. Could she actually make him cum? What would it look like?

Everything she'd seen on the Internet showed women taking cocks deep into their mouths, sometimes quite violently. Watching it on her iPhone it didn't seem that hard. But now, holding Dad's erection, she had second thoughts. How did they get so much into their mouths? Then she remembered one video she'd seen. It was a girlfriend giving her boyfriend a blowjob by just teasing the crown with her mouth and lips, her hand stroking the guy's shaft; almost like she was making love to his erection. Maybe she could do that. Would Dad like it?

Trembling slightly with nervous excitement at giving her first blowjob, Sasha held his stiff erection and kissed the base of his shaft lightly. She kissed her way up the shaft, thrilled to feel it flex and throb in her hand, alive and responding to her actions. Dad likes it!

She kissed the head and, with butterflies in her stomach, Sasha let the tip of her tongue touch it, probing the pee-hole. His erection flexed hard. Dad really likes it! Emboldened, excited, Sasha slowly pressed her closed lips to the top of his erection. She parted her lips to tease him with her tongue again. He reacted, another throb. Pleased, Sasha opened her mouth and very, very slowly slipped her lips over his erection to take Dad's crown in, loving how big and hard and yet soft it was. This was so exciting!

"Jeez, Honey," Dad sighed.

She sucked the head gently, stroked his shaft, and pulled off, sitting back on her heels. "Am I doing it right?" she asked, almost giggling at his cross-eyed expression. How fun! Giving Dad a blowjob wasn't anywhere near as dirty as she'd thought. It was great! It actually aroused her!