Chapter 2

I smiled back and said, "If I have my way, you are."

Barbie squeezed my cock and said, "Joe, can I look at it? I've never seen a real penis before. Do you mind if I look at it, up close?"

I rolled away from Barbie and lay on my back, my cock standing up and swaying. "Be my guest. Look all you want." I smiled and said, "You can even touch it if you want."

Barbie sat up beside me and said, "I want." Reaching out a hand, she circled her fingers around my shaft, holding it gently in her hand. With her other hand, she ran her fingers across the wet and glistening head, wet from my continuing flow of pre-come. "I get wet when I'm excited. Does your wetness mean the same thing?"

"Yes, exactly the same thing. Remember saying that your panties were wet? Well, my shorts were soaking when I took them off."

Barbie smiled and said, "I'm glad you're wet. That means you're really excited, excited by being here with me." She squeezed my cock and moved a hand down to my balls, stroking them softly with just her finger tips. "God, I'm getting excited again just from holding your penis and seeing how hot and aroused it is. Does that make sense?"

"Yeah, perfect sense. Every time you came, I had to fight hard to keep from coming myself at the same time."

"Oooh, I wish you had."

I laughed and said, "Barbie, boys can't come back as fast as girls can. Girls can have one orgasm after another, but boys need a little time in between. I wanted to be sure I would be able to give you the kind of loving I want to."

Still stroking my cock, she said, "If you come now, how long will you have to wait before you can come again?"

I laughed and said, "Barbie, having a beautiful, naked girl you beside me and considering my reaction to what you're doing right now, it probably won't take much time at all--maybe fifteen or twenty minutes. Why?"

"Because I want to do to you what you just did to me. I want to eat you and make you come. But I wouldn't want to do it if it kept you from being able to show me how to fuck." Laughing, she continued, "I know it's a bad pun, but I want to eat my cake and have it, too." She gave my cock a squeeze and asked, "How about it? If I eat you and make you come, will you still be able to fuck me?"

"Just try to keep me from it."

"I hoped that was what you'd say." She smiled a little shy smile and said, "The only problem is, I don't know how to do it. What do I do now? Tell me what I'm supposed to do. Teach me how a woman is supposed to eat a man."

"Have you ever eaten a popsicle?"

"Sure, lots of times."

"Okay, first lick it all over, just like you would a popscicle, a warm one that is, and then put it into your mouth and suck on it."

"Do I put the whole thing in my mouth?"

"Sure, or at least as much as you can."

Barbie dropped her head and, with her tongue fully extended, lapped across the bulbous head of my cock, licking up the coating of pre-come that covered it. My abdomen tensed at the pleasure of the touch as her tongue moved across my sensitive glans. I couldn't keep from groaning as my cock jerked in response. Another dribble of pre-come oozed out of my cock and Barbie immediately went after it, licking it off as fast as it seeped out. She lifted her head and grinned at me. "I like the way you taste, too. Does that mean I'm gay?"

"No, sweetheart, it just means you're a good lover."

Barbie's face lit up in pleasure and she lowered her head again, this time opening her mouth and taking about half my cock inside. She swirled her tongue around and around my shaft, and I couldn't help but thrust my cock up and move it in and out of her mouth in imitation of the fuck I had been waiting on for so long. Seeing from that the kind of motion I desired, she moved her mouth up and down on my cock. I closed my eyes and moaned, "Oh, yesss. Ooohhhh, yes, baby, that's the way."

She pulled her mouth up and asked, "You like that?"

"Oh, God, yes!"

"I'm doing it right, then? It feels good to you?"

"It's fantastic. It's been so long since this has happened to me, and it's good. Oh, baby, yes, it's good... so good."

Barbie held my cock by its very base and licked on it, starting at her hand and stroking up to and across the head. She covered all sides of my cock with her tongue washing and I was soon jerking upward and trembling in pleasure from her loving caresses. Finishing with that, she lifted her head up and once again took me into her mouth, plunging downward until her lips brushed against my pubic hairs. "God," I thought, "she's almost deep-throating me."

If her intention had been to give me pleasure like I had given her, she was accomplishing her goal. The warmth and wetness of her mouth engulfing my now beating and throbbing cock was bringing me closer and closer to orgasm. I had been hard and hot for so long, needing release so badly, and I knew it would be only a matter of seconds before my cock erupted a volcano flow of hot sperm. Barbie began her up and down motions again, and they were the beginning of my downfall. I couldn't control my hips any longer--they began a constant up and down motion, driving my cock up to meet the motions of her mouth as it moved down and engulfed my cock. It was jerking and pulsing with each motion and a flow of pre-come was gushing out in a steady trickle.

Suddenly, my vision became blurred and sparkly and spasms began in my prostrate gland. "Barbie, I'm going to come. Pull back if you don't want me to come in your mouth," I managed to say in a strangled voice.

Barbie pulled her mouth off my cock and lifted her head, watching my cock as it swelled in her hand. After the swelling, it contracted and a huge glob of white, hot sperm shot out several feet into the air and fell and splattered on my chest. Barbie muttered a soft "Ohhh" sound, and with a quick movement, recaptured my cock in her mouth. With almost frantic motions, she gulped my cock down and sucked on it, drawing out draught after draught of my sperm. My cock continued to jerk and spurt, and my buttocks and stomach muscles clenched as each jet of come spewed out my cock into the wetness of Barbie's mouth.

All I could do was groan at the pleasure her mouth was giving me. I had my buttocks lifted completely off the bed, my cock thrust up into her mouth as she continued to suck on it. Her whole hand was coated with sperm that had escaped from her mouth and my pubic hair was drenched in the hot, sticky wetness of the flow.

As my orgasmic pleasure lessened in intensity, I lowered my hips back to the bed, relaxed and limp from the explosion of my climax. Barbie released my cock from her mouth and then moved up and licked up the blob of sperm that had spattered on my chest. Finishing the job, she then licked off the sperm that coated her fingers. Seemingly unable to keep her hands off me, she took my still hard cock in her hand and fondled it.

"God, Joe, I had no idea men spurt so much juice when they come. Was it good for you? Was that why you spurted out so much?"

"No, Barb, it wasn't any good. I act this way--like I've died and gone to heaven--all the time." I smiled and said, "Oh, baby, it was terrific. Yes, it WAS good, and that WAS the reason I spurted so much."

"Then I gave you as much pleasure as you gave me?"

"I don't how much you got, but if it was as much as me, then you must have had a good time."

Barbie got on her hands and knees and then stretched out alongside me. She kept her hand on my cock, still fondling it, as though it would be lost if she let go. She turned toward me and stroked her other hand across my cheek, a soft loving caress, and said, "I had a good time. Oh, boy, DID I have a good time."

Her lips were still wet with the overflow of my come and she reached out her tongue and licked it off. It was such a wanton gesture that my cock responded to it, growing completely rigid once again and throbbing in Barbie's hand. Not loosening her hold on my cock, she snuggled up close against me, her breasts pushing against my chest. She put her hand behind my neck and pulled my mouth against her's. Our mouths opened automatically, and we kissed deeply and languidly. She lifted a leg and put it over my waist, giving her hand more room to gently fondle and caress my now fully recovered cock.

It was period of quietude, a period of savoring the moments and pleasures just past, and we were in almost a reverie. My thoughts drifted and in my mind's eye I imagined that it was Candy who lay so close to me, that it was Candy who had her hand on my cock, fondling it with soft, loving touches. As Barbie moved her tongue slowly in my mouth, I imagined that it was Candy's tongue probing and insinuating itself so erotically. My cock jerked in Barbie's hand as it responded to the arousing incestuous mental pictures, and I moaned softly in response to the fantasies my mind was weaving. Barbie pulled her mouth from mine and said, "That was a fast fifteen minutes."

I smiled at her and said, "You can take credit for that. You're enough to bring a mummy back to life."

Barbie dimpled up and said, "Thank you, kind sir. Right now, though, I'm glad you're a daddy and not a mummy." She gave me a quick kiss on the lips and squeezing my cock, she said, "Does that mean you're ready to go on with my lessons?"

With Barbie's leg over my hip, her pussy was spread wide and allowed me to put my whole hand in her furrow and caress it. "Yeah, that's what it means. In just a little while, I hope to make your bad memory of sex just that--a bad memory. From now on I want you to have something good to remember and to build on in your relations with men."

Barbie's only response was just a long, happy "Ummmnnnn."

I continued my hand strokes in her pussy, moving my fingers up and down the complete length of her wide-gaping furrow. She was still wet and slick, her juices still seeping out and covering all the soft, tender flesh of her inner thighs. My cock was leaking, too, and Barbie's hand had spread my slick pre-cum so that the full length of my shaft was coated with the slippery lubrication. Even though I had just finished one of the most intense orgasms of my life, Barbie's hand sliding up and down on my shaft and rubbing over its slickened glans was bringing my passions back up to a fever pitch.

I got up on my hands and knees and turned in reverse to her, so that my head was even with her pussy. I straddled over her body, my knees on each side of her chest, and lowered my mouth down into the wetness of her exposed vaginal opening. Taking hold of her thighs, I spread them even farther apart and moved my mouth down so that it had access to all her wet, hot flesh. The musky odor of her orgasm inflamed my senses, and I went at her pussy like a starving man--lapping, licking, and sucking like there would be no tomorrow.

I knew that my cock was waving in front of Barbie's face like a flag pole and I hoped she would know from that what I wanted her to do. As if sensing my thoughts and desires, Barbie took hold of my cock and guided it into her mouth. Once she had engulfed in her oral cavity, she gave it the same sort of attention I was giving her pussy by sucking on it and swirling her tongue around the bulbous head. She may not have had much knowledge about sex, but she was taking to sixty-nine like a natural.

I took hold of her hips and rolled us over onto our sides. We handled this in perfect concert, neither of us breaking our oral contact with the other's sex. Lifting our legs over each other, we proceeded to eat each other. Neither of us were inhibited in giving of pleasure, and the room was soon filled with the liquid, slurping sounds that are only produced by man and woman engaged in passionate oral sex.

Barbie's thigh started squeezing down on me and I could tell she was once again climbing up the heights to orgasm. Her action on my cock was delightful and made me want to prolong our foreplay, to draw it out until we each were panting and desperate for the final act of penetration. I knew there was nothing quite so good as driving my cock into a trembling, spasming pussy, one that was practically screaming out in desire for penetration. I slowed down my oral actions on her pussy, just limiting them to slow licks and tickles with my tongue. Just as she had done all through love-making, she seemed to sense my thoughts and slowed down her oral fondling of my cock. For long moments, we engaged in gentle, slow love, each of us building slowly and inexorably toward the inevitable conclusion that waited at the end of our slow journey.

Even slow love has it limits, though, and before long we were each moaning from the pleasure our slow, soft touches were bringing. Barbie's hips were gyrating in little circles, and with short thrusts of her hips she was driving the gash of her pussy up to my mouth and tongue. I probed my tongue into the hot hole of her sheath and I could feel her gasp around my cock. She sucked down hard on my cock, seeking to return the feelings of rapture my oral explorations were bringing. When she gripped my head hard between her thighs and moaned so loud that my cock almost came out of her mouth, I knew that it was time, time to take that final step in her education. I pulled my mouth away from the swamp of her pussy and sat up erect on my knees pulling my cock from her mouth with an audible sound. Barbie muttered, "Oh, God, Joe I was almost there."

"Me, too," I said "That's why I stopped." I moved from straddling Barbie and got down between her legs, my cock standing straight out from my body, wet with her saliva and throbbing with lust. "It's time for the real thing, Barb. It's time for the final part of your lessons."

Barbie pulled her legs up, bending them at the knees, and spread them even further apart. The wet furrow and opening into her love pit lay fully exposed to me, available to be plumbed to its depths. Barbie said, "Joe, I don't have any kind of protection on. Don't you need to wear something?"

Stroking the inside of her thighs, I said, "You don't have anything to worry about--I had a vasectomy ten years ago. I don't need to wear a rubber; I'm perfectly safe."

Barbie smiled and said, "Oh, good. This way there won't be anything between us... just Joe and Barbie, together."

Taking hold of the base of my cock, I leaned forward and moved its red and throbbing head into the spread flesh of Barbie's channel. Stroking up and down, I traversed the full length of her slit with my cock. As it came to her clitoris, I held my shaft in place and rubbed little circles around Barbie's little love button. Pre-come covered the little nubbin and made it even more slick than it was. She groaned and pushed her hips against my shaft, seeking even more contact between my throbbing manhood and her hard and swollen center of female pleasure.

Moving my cock downward, I sought out the opening that Barbie had been yearning so much to be filled. It was time, finally, for penetration, and my cock throbbed and jerked in anticipation of its burial into the tight little hole leading into the hot, wet inner recesses of Barbie's body. Since Barbie wasn't a virgin, I was confident I could achieve full penetration without her feeling pain. Indeed, it wasn't pain either of us was thinking of, it was pleasure--the pleasure that comes only from the union of male and female flesh.

As the head of my cock nudged into Barbie's vaginal entrance and entered about half an inch, she opened her eyes wide and drew in her breath. Very slowly, I pressed my cock further into her sheath until it was about half-way in. The tight tunnel of her flesh pressed in on my cock on all sides and its heat and wetness sent thrills through my body. It had been a long time since my cock had enjoyed the pleasure of sexual union, and I realized then just how much I had missed it.

Knowing that the position we were in would not allow me to penetrate to the very depths of Barbie's pussy, I pulled my cock out so I could shift us around to a position that was better. As my cock came out of her, Barbie humped her pussy up to me, seeking to maintain contact. As our flesh disconnected, Barbie let out her breath and said, "Was that it, Joe?"

Not being able to resist teasing her, I said, "Yep. That was it. How was it?"

"Well, uh, okay, I guess," she said, with a slight frown on her face.

Seeing how pitiful she looked and hearing the disappointment in her voice, I was sorry I teased her. Laughing, I said, "Barbie, I'm just teasing you. No, sweetheart, that's not it, not by a long shot. I haven't even gotten started yet, in fact. All I'm doing is moving us a little so that it will be better, so that you can experience full penetration."

Barbie smiled and said, "You're a dirty old meanie. I thought that you had fucked me and I didn't even know it."

I took hold of Barbie's hips and pulled her until her buttocks were at the edge of bed and her feet hanging off. Spreading her legs, I stood between them, looking down at the perfection of her body. "Barbie, when we get through here, there's not going to be any doubt in your mind--you're going to know you've been fucked." With that, I reached down and pulled her legs up to where her feet were up on my shoulders. From that vantage, I could look down and see where the lips of her pussy were now just a pink crease between her thighs. Reaching down, I put my hands under her buttocks and lifted her ass up to where my cock brushed against that crease, the head just nudging into it.

Shoving my hips forward, I pushed my cock further in between her labial lips, seeking out the portal to her tunnel of love. Releasing a hand from her ass cheek, I took hold of my shaft and probed into Barbie's furrow, feeling around for her vagina. I soon found it and drove my cock in far enough to be sure it was lodged in place. Reaching up, I positioned her legs so that her knees were on my shoulders and her calves extending down my back. Then I leaned forward and put my hands on the bed, right along her now heaving breasts. Lowering myself even lower, I brought my mouth down to Barbie's lips and kissed her. With my tongue rolled into a tube, I pushed it slowly into her mouth. As my tongue penetrated her oral cavity, I slowly thrust my hips forward and pushed my cock into the tight confines of Barbie's vagina.

Although her pussy was slick with her secretions, it was nonetheless tight, and I had to push hard to make penetration. It was obvious that even though she might not be a virgin, it had been a long time since anything had plumbed to the depths I was now attaining. I felt the walls of her sheath push apart as my spear probed into the inner recesses of Barbie's womanhood and then press onto and enclose my cock in their warmth. Her buttocks clenched in my hands and her pussy clamped down hard on my shaft. I pulled my mouth from hers and whispered, "Try to relax, baby. I'm almost there, almost all the way in."

Barbie released the tension in her buttocks and in one smooth motion I drove my cock fully into her pussy, bottoming out with the head just making contact with her cervix. Barbie whispered, "Ohhhh, Joe." She pushed her pussy hard against my pubic bone and said, "Oh, God, Joe, I can feel you all the way up inside me. Deep... so deep." She gyrated her hips and smiling said, "Oh, yeah, now I KNOW I'm being fucked. NOW we're finally and really fucking."

I lowered myself to my elbows and put my mouth on hers and kissed her again. She thrust he tongue up into my mouth and shoved her pussy hard up against me at the same time. I worked my hips in small circles, pressing on and rubbing myself across her clitoris. She swirled her tongue inside my mouth and murmured softs sounds of pleasure. Pulling her mouth from mine, she whispered, "Oh, God, I love it! Oh, God, Daddy Joe, I love it, I love it!"

Slowly, inch by slow inch, I pulled my cock from Barbie's body until only the head remained within her. Reversing the motion, I then pushed it slowly into her, thrusting until it once again was completely embedded in her flesh. The flow of her secretions had increased and they, combined with the flow of my pre-come, made her tunnel slick. Now that she had relaxed from the tension and anticipation of initial penetration, she had loosened a little, and though she was still tight by any standard, I was able to slide my cock out of her with ease.

I held for a moment, my cock poised at her love's entrance, and then thrust hard, driving my cock into her body in one motion, pushing hard until my cock was once again fully engulfed in the flesh of her womanhood. She gasped and shoved back against me, murmuring, "Oh, yes, I love that. Oh, God, I love fucking. I just LOVE fucking!"

Barbie's calling me "Daddy Joe" had triggered my fantasies about Candy again, and in my mind it was Candy underneath me, Candy's pussy that was the receptacle of my throbbing cock. My cock swelled even more in response to the mental picture and I started pumping in and out of Barbie, thrusting and pulling back with rapid motions. She met each of my thrusts with her own, gasping and panting as she worked her hips up and down against the pistoning shaft invading her pussy. She was moaning continuously, little mewling sounds of pleasure coming from both her throat and her mouth. Wetting a finger, I put it down into the top of her crease and massaged her clitoris, rubbing it in time to my thrusts and withdrawals. In my mind's eye, it was Candy's crease I was massaging and it was her murmuring the sounds of sexual pleasure. I groaned in response to the image, my sounds mingling with Barbie's.

The strokes of my cock combined with the strumming of my finger on her clitoris was bringing Barbie to the very brink of orgasm. Her pussy's clasping and clutching at my cock and the heat and friction of my strokes deep into her flesh had me to the same point also, almost ready to fall into that deep, almost bottomless well of rapture that accompanies orgasm. Barbie reached up her hands and grabbed my shoulders, squeezing them in clutching fingers. "Oh, God, I'm going to come!" she shouted. "Fuck me! Fuck me hard!"

I did just that. I drove my cock in and out of her as fast as I could go. In my fantasy, it was Candy I was fucking, and I was almost overcome with the feelings of concupiscence, of sheer unbridled lust, that image produced.

Barbie clamped her knees up against my head and thrust herself up hard against me, shudders running through her abdomen. She cried out, "Oooooohhhhhh, Gooooddddd!" I drove my cock all the way into Barbie's pussy and held there, shudders now wracking my body. I pulled out and thrust in once more. As I did, orgasm overtook me and my cock started jerking and spewing out sperm into the hot depths of Barbie's pussy. She pulled my lips down to her's and thrust her tongue in and out of my mouth. Our groans mingled with the other's just as the hot, liquid flows of our orgasms mingled inside her body.

We lay like that, overcome with the rapture of our simultaneous orgasms, for what seemed like an eternity. As our spasms slowly lessened, I lifted myself and took Barbie's legs from my shoulders and lay them back down on the bed. I then lowered myself back down on her and resumed our kiss. I could feel her legs wrap around my hips as she wrapped her arms around me back. My cock still completely immersed in Barbie's hot hole, we lay like that, softly and slowly kissing, making gentle thrusts against each other's bodies. My cock began to shrink, gradually working its way out of Barbie's wet recess until it fell completely out and nestled into her drenching furrow.

I pulled my face up and looked down at hers. She had her eyes closed and lips slightly apart, still breathing heavily. She opened her eyes and looked up into mine, a smile on her face. "Now I know what good fucking is like," she said softly. "Now I really know what a REALLY good orgasm is like. Thank you, Joe."

I smiled and said, "You're thanking me? Here you've just given me one on the best experiences of my life, and you're thanking me? God, baby, it should be me thanking you."

She smiled softly, almost shyly, and asked, "I'm a good fuck? Boys will really think I'm good in bed?"

"Barbie, you're not only beautiful, but you're sexy beyond belief. Yes, you'll do fine with boys. All you have to do is find one who wants to give as well as receive pleasure. There are lots of guys like that, and I'm sure you'll find one. When you do, I assure you he'll be one lucky guy."

Before I left and went home, Barbie made me assure her that I would be available to continue her "lessons" if she developed an urge to do so. Giving her light kiss on the lips, I told her that it would be my pleasure to do so, that making love to her was as much pleasure for me as it was for her. Her parting words were that she would give me a call and make arrangements.

That night after I had showered and gone to bed, I once again thought about Candy, about how she and Barbie had played together and given each other orgasms. Once again, I imagined that it had been her instead of Barbie who had been naked and passionate, and that it had been Candy, not Barbie, under me as we achieved such a satisfying orgasm. My cock hardened and stayed hard, even as I drifted off to sleep.

I was not surprised when my phone rang several days later to find Barbie on the other end. I was hoping that she was going to ask for a renewal of her "lessons." Instead, she was excited and wanted to tell me about how she had met and made love to a boy about her age. She described it as a "good experience," not like her first experience with a boy. She said she just wanted to call me and let me know her lessons had paid off and to thank me once again for showing how good love could be if done right. Even though I was disappointed, having been looking forward to at least one more session with Barbie, I expressed my delight at her new circumstances and wished her continued good fortune in the arena of love. When she hung up, I felt the full weight of my forty-five years.

One evening, about a week later, Candy called and indicated that she would be coming home on the following week-end. With a wry little laugh, she said that she would have to stay with me instead of Barbie, that Barbie had a new roommate--a boy this time. At the end of our conversation, Candy added these words: "And when I get home, Daddy, there's something I need to talk with you about."

Recognizing that these were words similar to what Barbie had used, visions of Candy and I making love filled my mind. Responding to the stimulus, my cock grew instantly erect and I was forced to relieve myself with a lonely session of solo love before I was able to go to sleep. That night, I dreamed that Candy and I made love. It was the greatest sex I had ever experienced.

The days I spent waiting for Candy to come home from school were filled with feelings of ambivalence. On one hand, I recognized that for me to read a sensual message into Candy's request to talk with me could be a complete mistake--she might simply want to talk about a school problem or something similar. She might even be having a problem with a boyfriend and want some fatherly advice about how to deal with it. On the other hand, I still couldn't help but recall the very undaughterly kiss she had given me just before she drove off to Austin. Not since she was a little girl had she kissed me on the lips. And she had never before given me a feel of her tongue as she had when she extended it and brushed it across my lips. The memory of that kiss filled me with very unfatherly feelings. Even though part of me shuddered in revulsion at the thought of such perverted incestuous ideas, I couldn't prevent myself from feeling overwhelming desire. No matter how I fought against the idea, I desired my daughter--desired her with a level of passion and ardor I had seldom, if ever, felt before. Wrong or not, I yearned to make love to Candy, to love her as man and woman make love.

The memory of how Candy's roommate Barbie and I had made love was still fresh enough to kindle hot sparks of lust. I was able to clearly picture in my mind Barbie and I making oral love and then coupling our bodies in the classic postures of intercourse. After a few moments, though, the pictures changed, with the image of Barbie being replaced by one of Candy. Before long, fantasies replaced memory, and in them it was Candy who was naked, it was she that I brought to orgasm with my mouth, and, finally, it was she who screamed in rapture as my cock penetrated her depths and brought her to the utmost height of ecstasy. Those fantasies kept me with an almost perpetual erection as I waited out the days before Candy's return.

I left work early on Friday. I knew that Candy would probably get home around 5:00 pm, and I wanted to be there when she arrived. I planned to take her to dinner that evening and wanted to shower and be dressed before she got there. Rushing into the house, I quickly undressed and showered. As I got out of the shower, I walked naked into the bedroom, where I had my clothes laid out. I was no more than half-way across the room when I looked up and saw Candy standing in the doorway. She laughed, embarrassed, and said, "Oops! Gee, Daddy, I'm sorry. I had no idea I'd find you naked."