I was no stranger to waking up to the sight of Chelsea in my bed. She might be twelve, but she had never quite grown out of the stage where she climbed into bed with Mom and Dad whenever she had a nightmare. I didn't mind, of course. It meant I got to cuddle with two of my four favorite girls in the whole world.
I wasn't, however, used to waking up to the sight of a nearly naked Chelsea lying in my bed with the covers down to her waist and her bare breasts delightfully exposed to my eyes.
I lay there watching her sleep, hypnotized by the gentle rise and fall of her chest as she breathed and the way it emphasized the flawless skin of her tiny little tits. Still groggy and clearly not thinking straight, I unconsciously reached and and began to massage those tits with my hand.
The contact awoke her, and before I had the chance to pull my hand away, her eyes opened. She turned her head to face me, and smiled. "That feels nice, Daddy," she said.
With such an invitation, I wasn't about to stop any time soon, so I continued to fondle her as she cooed and sighed from the sensation. She closed her eyes but kept that smile on her face as I toyed with her, both of us enjoying this contact immensely.
After what must have been at least half an hour, I finally withdrew my hands. We would have more than enough time to play with each other today, and I was eager to get started. I sat up and slipped my feet over the side of the bed. Before I could stand, however, Chelsea immediately threw her arms around my neck and pressed her chest into my back. She leaned her head forward and kissed me on the cheek.
"I love you, Daddy," she said.
"I love you too, Chelsea."
She released me, then scooted over and sat down next to me, grabbing my nearest arm and wrapping it around her waist. I gave her a loving squeeze, holding her tightly against me.
"So what are we going to do first today, Daddy?" asked Chelsea with undisguised enthusiasm. I was actually a little surprised at that enthusiasm; I had thought I would have to coax her into this a little more, but apparently she was as eager as I was.
Or maybe not. Did she know what was going to happen, or was she just being affectionate? So far, Chelsea had shown not even the slightest sexual interest in me, at least not obvious interest. She had certainly enjoyed that massage last night, but that didn't mean it meant anything to her more than just the nice physical sensation of my hands on her.
If I was going to seduce her, I would have to take things to the next level.
"What we're going to do first, sweetie," I told her, "is take a shower."
She stared into my eyes for a few seconds, and I knew exactly the question going through her mind right then. I waited for her to voice it, though.
"You mean... together?" she asked.
I grinned. "Of course. If we took our showers separate, we wouldn't be breaking a rule, would we?"
"But..." she mumbled. "But are we going to be..."
"Oh." She seemed surprisingly emotionless at that realization, but then, maybe it was because she was too emotionally confused to know how to react.
"Listen, sweetheart," I told her. "I know I keep having us do things that you've always been taught were wrong. So if anything I want you to do bothers you, just tell me, and I won't make you do it, all right?"
"So if... I mean..."
"If you're uncomfortable getting naked with me, that's fine," I told her. "We can take showers in separate bathrooms if you want."
"Oh, it's not that," she hurriedly told me. "I want to take a shower with you."
I grinned. "I'm glad," I told her. "I love you so much, I just want to be a lot more open with each other, especially like this."
"Me too," she smiled. "It's just that I've never... um... seen..."
"A penis?" I asked.
She blushed in embarrassment, then nodded.
"Well then, I think we just need to get you used to seeing it," I told her. "Won't that be fun?"
"Yeah!" she exclaimed enthusiastically.
We both climbed out of bed, then for a moment we just stood there facing each other, as if wondering what the next step should be. Or more likely, we knew what the next step should be and were just too hesitant to take it.
I considered offering to let her pull my shorts down, but I thought that would be too much too soon. So instead, I slipped my thumbs into the waistband. I saw her staring between my legs in eager anticipation. Then she glanced up at my face and blushed again.
"No need to be embarrassed," I assured her. "This is a new experience for you. You can look at it all you want. If you want to spend all day staring at it, you go right ahead."
She giggled, then returned her eyes to my shorts.
With a quick motion, I slipped them down, then stepped out of them. Chelsea literally gasped as my member came into view, partially hard and therefore quite a bit bigger than it would be if fully flaccid. For the longest time she stared at it, as if she couldn't tear her eyes away. I knew that look; both my other daughters often got it on their faces, which always resulted in me taking them into the bedroom and giving them a good fucking.
"Do you like it?" I asked her.
Still staring, Chelsea nodded.
"All right, your turn," I told her.
Finally she lifted her eyes, meeting my gaze again. Then she glanced down at her own panties. She hesitated only a second, then slipped them down her legs.
I nearly gasped myself upon seeing her beautiful little pussy. I was completely unprepared for the pure lust that Chelsea's nearly hairless pussy fueled in me. Perhaps it was the whole forbidden nature of seeing the most intimate part of a young girl's body, or perhaps I really did have some pedophilic tendencies. Or perhaps there was no reason for it at all; all I knew was that it was one of the most beautiful things I had ever seen.
"Do you like it?" Chelsea asked in a teasing tone reminiscent of my own just a moment before.
"I love it," I told her. "I love every part of you, Chelsea."
She giggled again. I reached out one of my hands, which she took in her own, then I led her into the bathroom. She turned on the shower and heated the water to the way she liked it, then we stepped in and closed the curtain. We stood under the water for a minute, letting the warmth of it relax us.
I took the soap in my hands, then had Chelsea turn away from me so that I could wash her back. She sighed as I ran my hands over her skin. Just like last night, I loved the feelig of her skin beneath my fingers, this time with the added slickness of the water and soap. I ran my hands all over her tinly litle frame, from the top of her shoulders all the way down her back. I was even so bold as to go lower, fondling her cheeks for a minute. She giggled again as I touched her there, which I took as acceptance of what I was doing to her.
The sight and feel of her was having an effect upon my own body. My cock began to swell, this time without any pants to hinder it. Under any other circumstances I might be embarrassed, but this was a special case. In fact, I wanted
her to see it like that.
"All done," I announced, reluctantly removing my hands from her body but anxious to see her reaction when she saw what she was doing to me.
When she turned around, her eyes immediately went to my now rock-hard cock. Her eyes grew wide when she saw it in that state, and I didn't try to hide it. I wasn't a giant down there like some of the men in the stories I had read online, but to her eyes it must have looked huge. This one's all for you, Chelsea,
"Daddy," she breathed. "It's all... um..."
"It's happy," I told her.
"Honey, a man's penis gets like this..."
"When he wants to have sex," she finished for me. "I know. You don't have to give me the 'birds and the bees' talk."
I chuckled. "Sorry. Sometimes I forget just how much you're growing up." Although not today,
I mentally added.
"So does that mean...?" she began, but couldn't finish the question.
I decided to give her a little half-truth so as not to embarrass her, though if I was right in what she really wanted to ask, the answer would be an unequivocal yes.
"It's just excited, that's all," I told her. "Men really don't have any control over it. It happens when they see something that excites them, like a beautiful girl without her clothes on."
"Exactly. If it didn't get like this when I see you naked, that would mean I don't think you're pretty. But you can see that I do."
She giggled again, but continued to stare at it. I stood there proudly displaying myself for her, loving the way her eyes lit up at the sight of my nude body before her. Maybe I had an exhibitionist streak to go along with my pedophilic one.
Now was the time to be bold.
"I have an idea," I told her. "Would you like to wash it?"
Her eyes opened even wider as she stared up at me. But I could see that same enthusiasm clearly written on her face that had been there when they first woke up.
"Really?" she asked. "You mean I can touch it?"
"Tell you what. I already said you could look at it all you want today. You can also touch it all you want."
"All I want?"
"If we're going to grow closer together like I'm hoping, we need to know each other from head to toe. I'd really love for you to get to know every inch of my body. And I want to know every inch of yours too."
"Does that mean you want to touch me all day too?"
"Only if it's okay with you. I told you I wouldn't do anything you feel uncomfortable with."
"Okay," she smiled.
"Good. Now put some soap on your hands and start washing me."
She lathered up her hands, then reached down tentatively and touched her hand to my cock. I immediately grabbed her hand and closed her fingers around the shaft.
For such an inexperienced girl, she certainly learned fast. With just a little coaching from me, I soon had her soapy hands jerking me off nicely. She seemed to enjoy the feel of it, although it couldn't be anywhere near as much as I enjoyed it. She smiled at the moans of pleasure escaping my lips, apparently thrilled that she was able to cause me this much pleasure.
I had never felt such tiny hands on my cock, especially my youngest daughter's, and the thought of just how wrong this was just made it feel that much more right. Here I was, a grown man, standing in the shower with my twelve-year-old daughter masturbating me. It was such a perverse thought that I could barely contain my excitement.
Part of me wanted to have her continue this to the inevitable conclusion. I would love to feel the excitement of her getting me off with her hands. And maybe if I were her age or not much older, I would have let her do it. However, I wasn't as young as I used to be, and there were far too many things I still wanted to do with her. If I let her push me over the edge now, I might not be able to perform later.
Grudgingly, I had her remove her hands. She gave a disappointed whine, but I was firm (in more ways than one!) and insisted that we should finish our shower so that we could go on to some other fun games.
We finished washing, then I turned off the shower and we stepped out into the bathroom, reaching for a couple of towels. We dried each other, which was really just an excuse for some "incidental" contact that just happened to always be on the most intimate parts of each other's bodies. As long as Chelsea was still smiling, I planned to take full advantage of the opportunity.
After our showers, we headed out to the kitchen to eat breakfast. On such a special occasion, I normally would have fried up some bacon and eggs, but I was too happy parading around naked in front of my daughter to put any clothes on, and I figured frying bacon in bare skin was just asking for trouble. So we had toast and jam with hot chocolate on the side.
Chelsea suggested we break another rule by eating off the same plate. I wasn't sure if that really qualified as a rule or not, but at least it was something unusual, so I agreed. To my utter delight and astonishment, as soon as I set the plate down on the table and sat in the nearest chair, she hopped up onto my lap.
The obvious question is where this left my cock, and although I would like to say that it ended up inside of her, she positioned herself so that it poked up between her legs. I had yet to deflate this morning, still remembering the feel of her hands in the shower.
She kept her legs closed, although if her goal was modesty she failed miserably. It had the effect of squeezing my cock between her thighs, in fact nestled right up against the lips of her immature little pussy. I figured she did it on purpose; I couldn't imagine that she didn't know what she was doing. But there was still that unspoken rule between us that we never quite came out and admitted it.
After we finished our breakfast, she asked if I would give her another massage, which actually fit right into my plans, so I agreed with no hesitation. She grabbed my hand and led me eagerly out to the front room, where she lay down on her stomach on the floor. I knelt beside her.
"I've got a great idea," I said. "I'm going to give you a massage without using my hands."
"Huh? How can you do a massage without your hands?"
"Like this," I told her, then leaned down and kissed the back of her head.
"Huh?" she asked, still not comprehending what I was doing. So I kissed her again, this time a little lower. Then a third time, on the neck.
"A kissing massage?" she asked, finally understanding.
"Exactly!" I exclaimed, then planted a kiss between her shoulder blades.
"Okay!" she agreed enthusiastically.
That was all the encouragement I needed. I lowered my head again and kissed her all over her back, starting at the top of her shoulders and workimg my way slowly downward, making sure not to miss a single spot. The feel of her soft, youthful skin against my lips was heavenly. I also loved her scent, the aroma of her hair that had not quite finished drying after the shower, mixed with the final lingering traces of the soap we had used to wash each other, and the natural scent of her body. I had never really noticed it before, but with my face so close to her bare skin, the fragrance was intoxicating.
It was so feminine, so delicious, that I had to taste her. With each kiss, I let my tongue gently touch her skin, but only for a moment. I wasn't sure if she could tell what I was doing, and in truth it didn't really matter. She probably wouldn't have asked me to stop anyway. But the thought of getting away with something secret like that added a touch of adventure to my exploration of her body, the excitement of a secret thrill.
I spent a long time on the small of her back, running my lips all over the little indentation of her spine just above her hips. She had a very pleasing shape, a hint of the curves that were just beginning to develop. Some day she would be a beautiful and shapely woman, especially if she took after her mother at all. Until recently I had insisted that she was still a child, but now I was convinced that that was no longer true. She was not quite a woman yet, but in that delightful stage of transition where she could adopt either role, sometimes both at once. She could be both my little girl and a womanly lover at the same time.
When I reached the bottom of her back, I planted a kiss on each of her cheeks, and she broke out into laughter again. I laughed with her, sitting up momentarily before moving my head in close to hers.
"Now turn over," I whispered in her ear. Chelsea's face lit up in a smile of delight.
"Are you going to kiss me on my front too?" she asked.
"Absolutely," I told her.
She hurriedly rolled over onto her back, gazing up at me with adoration and eagerness.
"So let's see..." I smiled, letting my eyes run all over her body. "Where should I start?"
"Start at the top, like you did to my back," she suggested.
"That, young lady, is an excellent idea," I said, then leaned down and kissed her on the forehead. I moved slightly lower and repeated the kiss, then drifted to the side to kiss her cheeks. I let my lips run all over her face, enjoying the closeness and softness of her skin and her gorgeous little smile.
When I could stand it no longer, I pressed my lips against hers, kissing her with an unfatherly passion. She surprised me by throwing her arms around my neck and holding me there. When I tried to draw back, she squeezed me tighter and kept right on kissing me, not giving me a chance to get away. She giggled against my lips, loving this little game she was playing with me.
I tried to get away several times, but she kept holding onto me to prevent my escape. She had me in one of her infamous crocodile hugs, this time with a crocodile kiss as well. Finally, I pried her arms from around my neck and pinned them to the ground. Laughing, she struggled against me. Then I lowered my head and planted a kiss just below her neck, and she immediately stopped struggling. I continued to kiss her all over her neck and shoulders as I released her hands, and instead of using the opportunity to escape or even to pounce on me, she simply spread her arms as if in invitation.
I took that invitation, and began moving lower, leaving her neck behind and concentrating on her upper chest. I moved a little to the side, letting her know exactly where I was headed. Mainly I wanted to give her the chance to call it off if she was unsure about continuing, but also I wanted to give her time to let the anticipation build in her.
"Daddy," she said, "are you going to...?"
"Going to what?"
"Your boobies?" I grinned, and she gave an embarrassed giggle, but nodded.
"You bet I am!" I told her with a smile. "Your boobies look so yummy, I've just got to have a taste." To emphasize my point, I lowered my head and gave one of her nipples a lick.
"Oh my god, Daddy!" Chelsea exclaimed.
I glanced up at her face, but from her smile it was obvious her exclamation had been out of pleasure.
"Mmm..." I teased. "Strawberry flavor."
"It is not!" she insisted.
"Really? I could have sworn... Maybe I'd better have another taste." I lowered my head again, this time sucking the nipple into my mouth and letting my tongue run all over it. Chelsea groaned and arched her back. I smiled at her reaction; it meant I was doing it right.
I suckled on her nipple for just a few seconds, then released it. "Yep. Strawberry," I commented.
"So then what flavor's the other one?" she asked.
I was delighted. Not only did she accept what I was doing with her, she was actually encouraging it. If I had any doubts before about what I was doing to my daughter, they were completely gone now. I leaned over her body, enjoying the warmth of it so close to my face. When I reached her other breast, I immediately set to work licking and sucking on the nipple, causing Chelsea's body to squirm in arousal.
I could hear her breathing growing heavier, and even the occasional whimper as I stimulated her with my lips and tongue. I wondered if she had ever felt anything like this before. I had never known her to spend any prolonged periods of time with a boy, so I had no doubt that she was still a virgin. She had gone on several sleepovers with her girlfriends though. I had two daughters who were bisexual, so it wasn't out of the realm of possibility that Chelsea was too. The image in my head of her getting naked and playing with her girlfriends like this intensified my arousal. That thought was almost too much for me. I had to take a breather, so I released her nipple and drew back, eliciting a groan of disappointment from my daughter.
"Banana," I commented. "Strawberry and banana. A perfect combination."
"You're just making that up!" Chelsea laughed. "You're really strange, Daddycums."
"Maybe so, but if it lets me suck on strawberry and banana flavored boobies, then I love being strange."
I lowered my head again, and she giggled as I continued running my lips and tongue all over her breasts. After several minutes of this playful stimulation, I left her breasts to move lower. I could tell from her little whimper that she wasn't pleased that I had moved on, but I knew she would love what was coming up even more.
I kissed her all over her torso, starting with the firm flesh over her ribs then moving down to the much softer skin of her stomach. I kept my eye on my ultimate goal, eager to get there but taking it teasingly slow for Chelsea's sake.
She had the cutest little flat stomach, so young and tender and wonderfully kissable. It quivered a little as I kissed it; she was a little ticklish there, but I liked to think that it was also due to anticipation fueling her arousal. This theory was supported by the fact that her body's agitation increased as I passed her navel and approached that most exquisite place on her young body.
I paused for a moment, glancing up at my daughter's face with a playful grin on my face. "I think I know exactly what flavor this is going to be," I said. "Cherry."
I lowered my head and kissed her again, just an inch above the top of her slit. A tremor ran through Chelsea's body, and she spread her legs even wider in anticipation. "Oh god daddy oh god daddy," she whimpered.
I moved down just a centimeter and kissed her again. I wanted to draw this out as long as possible; my daughter deserved her first orgasm to be the most wonderful and intense experience of her life so far, and the longer she waited for it, the more powerful it would be.
Another centimeter lower, and my lips were just on the verge of her beautiful young slit. I couldn't help myself, but extended my tongue and brushed it ever so gently against the very top of the crevice. Chelsea's body bucked again as another tremor wracked her. She had her eyes closed and a look almost like pain on her face, except for the open-mouthed smile on her lips. That expression was familiar to me; I had seen it on my wife and both of my daughters when making love to them. The sight of it on such a young girl, though, was somehow more intensely erotic.
The brief sensation on my tongue left me wanting more. I lowered my head again and let my tongue run over her outer lips. She whimpered with the pleasure, and her body shivered. The wispy hair around her pussy was so soft, almost feathery, and so sparse that it almost felt like it wasn't there at all. I focused on that crevice right in the middle, tasting the moisture that was starting to seep out. It was like nectar to me, a delicious ambrosia that spurred me ever onward.
I felt the tiny ridge at the top of her slit and traced it downward with my tongue until I found the little bud at the end. Chelsea let out a cute little high pitched moan as I approached it, and a tremor ran through her body when I found it. She unconsciously spread her legs wide, opening herself to me. I took full advantage, letting my tongue wander all over the newly exposed regions.
More tremors wracked her body as I licked her all over, sometimes tracing the swelling of her outer lips, sometimes thrusting my tongue inside her as deep as I could, and sometimes teasing her clit until she moaned with desire. She seemed to especially enjoy this last action especially, judging by the motions of her body and the sounds from her lips, so I spent most of my time there.
As I tongued her between the legs, she reached up with her hands and began massaging her breasts. By this point she had lost conscious control over her body and was acting entirely on instinct. Whether she had learned to do this to herself already I didn't know, but I liked to think that I was the one providing her first lessons in sexual stimulation.
I wanted to take her all the way, to bring her over the top so that she would forever remember that it was her daddy who first gave her the ultimate in pleasure. So I quickened my ministrations on her pussy, flicking my tongue against her pussy over and over and over again, faster and faster. I was so intoxicated by desire and lust that I couldn't stop even if I wanted to. I could tell by her sounds and motions that she was almost there, and I refused to rest until she reached that point.
"Daddy!" she cried out. "What's... what's... happening... to... meeeeeeee!" This last word turned into a wail of pleasure, and as her body tensed up I knew that I had done it. I had given Chelsea, my little girl, what was likely the very first orgasm of her life.
I continued to attack her pussy with my lips and tongue as she squirmed almost violently in her climax. Then, almost instantly, her body gave out and her muscles relaxed. She continued to pant though, even as the pleasure waned and she came down from that erotic high.
"Daddy..." she breathed. "Daddy... Daddy..."
I crawled up and lay down beside her, reaching out and stroking her hip. She immediately rolled over and threw her arms around me, burying her face in my chest. I was shocked and even a little alarmed to feel moisture on her cheeks.
I held my little girl for the longest time, running my hands up and down her back as I hugged her. I could neither hear nor feel her sobbing, so I wasn't sure where those tears came from, or even what she was feeling right now.
Finally, after the longest time, she drew back. I kissed her on the forehead.
"Are you all right, sweetheart?" I asked.
She smiled at me. "Was that an orgasm, Daddy?" she asked.
"It sure looked like it," I explained. "I love you so much, I wanted to make you feel good."
"That was the best feeling in the whole world," said Chelsea. "It was a little scary, though."
"'Cause it just kept feeling better and better, and I didn't know when it was going to stop. Even when it felt better than anything I had ever felt before, it kept going. I had heard of orgasms, but for a second there, I thought it was better than a person is supposed to feel, and I was going to die from it."
"I'm sorry," I told her, reaching up with one of my hands to stroke her cheek and still finding moisture there. "If I had known that it would frighten you--"
"It's okay," she said. "As soon as I remembered that you're my daddy and would never do anything to hurt me, then I knew it was going to be fine, and I let it happen."
I hugged her again, planting kisses all over her face. Yes, I did love her, perhaps more than a father ought to. But right now I didn't care what I ought to do; the only thing important to me was making my daughter happy.
"Is that why you were crying?" I asked her. "Because you were scared?"
Chelsea wiped her cheek with her fingers. "Actually, I didn't even know I was crying," she said, then smiled. "It must be because I love you so much, Daddy."
"I love you too, Chelsea."
We lay there for a while in each other's arms, our emotional closeness mirroring our physical closeness. This new relationship between us was changing us, but it was all for the better. My fatherly love for my daughter was not being replaced by sexual love; the two were simply merging into something greater than either. It was the same as it had been with Amber and Linda. Perhaps sex had initially been just a way to enjoy ourselves, but it had begun to reshape our love for each other, becoming more emotional rather than just physical. The same was happening between Chelsea and me now.
"Daddy?" she said after a few minutes. "Can we... can we keep our clothes off the rest of the day?"
"Of course we can!" I exclaimed happily, then in a mocking stern voice said, "There is to be no modesty in this house today, young lady!"
She laughed and gave me a kiss on the cheek.
With her in such a good mood and particularly affectionate, I decided that now was the time to cross the next line. This would be a big one, impossible to mistake for anything but incest. In fact, I didn't even know if she would be willing to do it. But I had restrained myself until I was almost bursting, and I needed release. I had been lusting after my young daughter all day, with her tiny little barely developing body and her sweet innocent face, and now gazing at her beauty, I knew I just had to get my cock between those sweet lips of hers.
"Sweetheart," I said tenderly, "would you do Daddy a great big favor? Kind of a payment for making you feel so good?"
"Of course, Daddy!" she said with a loving smile.
"I want you to do to me what I did to you," I said.
She stared at me for a second, and I could tell she didn't quite understand.
"I mean, I want you to use your mouth on me."
"My mouth?" she asked, then she stared down at my hard cock. "Oh," she whispered.
She seemed hesitant, so I decided to call things off. If she wasn't ready, I wouldn't force her. "Never mind," I told her. "You don't have to do it if you don't want to."
"Well... maybe it's okay," she said. "Will it make you feel like it felt to me?"
"Yes it will."
"It... it doesn't taste bad, does it?"
"I don't really know. From what I've heard, some girls really like it."
"And what happens when you... you know."
"I'll warn you first. If you don't want to finish, you don't have to. But if you really want to make Daddy feel good, you'll keep going."
"You mean I should... um... swallow it?"
"Only if you want to."
She stared at my cock for a few seconds more, and I was worried that she might chicken out at the last minute.
"Okay," she said. "But you have to tell me what to do."
"Of course, sweetheart." We stood up, and I led her over to the couch, where I sat down and spread my legs. I had her kneel down in front of me, then lean forward, which put her face less than a foot from my cock. She stared at it in the same fascination that she had held since she had first seen it. To her it was something new and exciting, a new toy for her to play with. She couldn't even help herself, but reached out and took hold of it with one of her hands.
She glanced up at me as if asking for approval, and I nodded, so she began to stroke me like she had done in the shower.
"Now, honey, I want you to kiss it," I told her. She nodded, and without hesitation leaned down and planted a kiss on the head. Then she pulled back and giggled.
"Oh, that felt nice, sweety," I groaned. Seeing the reaction she got out of me, she kissed it again, eliciting another groan. I couldn't believe it; she was really enjoying this.
"Now lick it all over," I instructed. "Get it nice and wet." Chelsea stuck out her tongue and ran it over the head, then moved down the shaft. She didn't miss a single spot as she licked me, twirling her tongue around the base then slowly moving back up to the head, where she suddenly stopped. I glanced down at her and saw her staring at my cock.
"What is it?" I asked.
"Is that... you know...?" she asked. I saw where she was staring. A bead of pre-cum lay against the very tip.
"That happens when a man gets sexually excited," I told her. "When a man and woman have sex, both of them produce lubrication to make it easier. That's the man's version."
"Oh," she said, still staring at it.
"You should taste it," I told her. "See if you like the taste."
She glanced up at me for a moment, then opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, touching it to the fluid. I watched her to gauge her reaction; if she thought it was gross, I would back off and ask her to finish me off with her hand instead. She withdrew her tongue and closed her mouth, pausing for a few seconds to think about the taste. Then she leaned in again and licked the whole droplet off, drawing it into her mouth for a better taste.
"So what do you think?" I asked her.
"It tastes kind of funny," she said.
"No.... not really."
"Good, because if you keep going, I'll probably produce a lot more of that. If it bothers you..."
"I don't mind," she said with a smile, then continued licking.
God, this was so exciting! She wasn't as enthusiastic about it as Linda, but she seemed to have no qualms either. Chelsea seemed to enjoy doing this for me like she would enjoy rubbing my back or fixing me dinner or giving me a kiss. She knew it made me feel good, and it made her happy to be doing something so nice for her daddy.
"Chelsea," I breathed. "Now I want you to do something different. Put it in your mouth."
She didn't even hesitate, but wrapped her lips around it, gazing up at me expectangly, waiting for my next command.
"Now suck on it like it's a straw. Pretend it's a really thick milkshake and you're trying to get it up through the straw. And be careful with your teeth."
Instantly I was hit by a blast of pleasure. I could hardly believe this was her first time doing this. Perhaps she didn't have the same skill as her older sister, but she was doing everything right. The sensations were incredibly powerful, though part of that could have been that I had been horny since yesterday and was just now receiving the payoff from the long wait.
I suggested she move her head up and down, and with a little coaching, she soon got into a rhythm that had me groaning in exquisite agony. She was even doing something with her tongue that I had not told her; apparently she was learning what made me feel good and was happy to improvise. As she worked me over, she smiled around my cock and continued to gaze up at me with love and lust on her face, her beautiful doe eyes locked on mine as if to tell me that she was completely devoted to me, that her sole purpose in life was to make me happy.
The sight of that look of adoration on her face, the cute little dimples in her cheeks as she sucked, and the intense pleasure she was causing in me was too much to bear. After so many hours on that roller coaster of arousal, I knew I wouldn't last long once we hit this point. It was only a few minutes before I felt my impending orgasm.
"Sweetheart, I'm about to cum," I told her. "If you want to stop sucking before that happens, you can. Otherwise, it's all going to go in your mouth."
I hoped she would keep going, and to my excitement and joy, she did. She gave a slight nod to tell me she understood, but kept right on sucking me off. With that kind of approval, I had no need to hold back, so I gave in to the stimulation and let it happen. The pleasure spiked, and my hips involuntarily thrust forward. Fortunately, Chelsea was at the top of her arc and only the head of my cock was in her mouth, or I might have gone too deep and gagged her. She wrapped her hands around the base of my cock to restrain me, but did not stop her sucking.
An instant later, I erupted. Both pleasure and emotion peaked together, both overwhelming me at the same time. "Chelsea, I love you!" I cried out as I shot my seed into her mouth. She closed her eyes tightly with a momentary look of disgust on her face, then relaxed and began swallowing. After the first couple of spurts she got it under control, and the smile even returned to her lips. I couldn't believe the expression on her face; she looked like she was enjoying her favorite meal! The thought that she liked what she was doing added fuel to my excitement, drawing out my climax extra long. I held steady at the peak for the longest time, then it finally began to taper off. The pleasure waned, but the emotions didn't. In that moment, I loved my daughter more than I ever had before.
When it was all over and she finally released my softening cock from her lips, she climbed up onto my lap and gave me a hug. I held her tightly against me, basking in the warmth and softness of her body and in the shared love between us. We sat like that for several minutes, in peaceful silence and blissful harmony.
Then she drew back, her hands on my shoulders and a smile of love on her face.
"Daddy, is what we did... um... sex?" she asked.
I smiled at my daughter. "Well, sort of," I told her. "I mean, it's a kind of sex. That was called oral sex. 'Oral' is anything to do with your mouth, so--"
"So oral sex is sex with your mouth," she grinned. "First I had sex with your mouth, then you had sex with my mouth," she laughed.
"So what's real sex like?" she asked.
Could I ask for better timing than that? Or a more curious or enthusiastic daughter? Unfortunately, I was far too exhausted to perform at the moment, but at least I could clear away any doubt as to what would happen.
"I'll show you later," I told her.
Her eyes went wide. "You'll show me?" she asked.
"Yes," I replied with a smile, then leaned in and gave her a quick peck on the lips. "I need to rest for a while, but this afternoon, I'll teach you everything you ever wanted to know. I'm going to have sex with you."