Caring for Carrie Pt. 03

Carrie nodded, her tears trickling down her cheeks, but her lips formed a thin smile. "You're right. I know you're right. But you have to promise to move on, too. From me, and from Mom."

I took her hand in mine. "I will. I promise."

After dinner, we settled on the couch to watch our show, finally finishing the season. "What do you wanna watch now?" I asked.

Carrie opened her mouth, paused, then spoke almost timidly. "Can we...watch some porn?"

I wasn't exactly shocked, but certainly surprised. It's not something fathers expect to hear from their daughters.

"What made you suggest that?" I asked curiously.

Carrie blushed. "I dunno. I enjoy watching it, gets me in the mood. I thought maybe you would, too."

"I...haven't watched porn in years," I sighed.

"Really?" Carrie gasped. "Why not?"

"Your mother and I used to watch it all the time," I explained. "We'd have a lot of fun, either goofing on it, or acting out some of the scenes. And sometimes, if we were both too tired to do much more, we'd just lay in bed and masturbate together."

"That sounds...fun," Carrie smiled suggestively.

"It was," I agreed. "But after she...when she was gone, I just..."

"Watching it reminded you too much of her," Carrie finished for me, her smile quickly fading. "I get it. We...don't have to, if you don't want to."

"No, we can watch some," I said, taking her hand. "Like you said, I have to work at moving on. And now I have you here with me to enjoy it with. Although I do hope you realize, most porn is incredibly unrealistic. Most people don't, well, fuck for that long, or that wild, or in such crazy positions."

Carrie was smiling again. "Oh, I know. That's why I prefer watching more amateur stuff. Real couples, real sex. Stuff like that. I have a few favorites I can show you, if you'd like?"

"Sure," I grinned. "Tell you what; get it set up to stream on the TV and we can watch it here. I'll be back in a few."

Carrie was just cueing up the video when I returned with a towel, the bottle of baby oil, and her vibrator. She looked at me wide eyed and curiously. "Just in case," I shrugged. "Now scoot for a sec."

Carrie stood as I spread the towel on the couch, then sat back down. I took a seat close beside her. Our eyes met as she wrapped her arm in mine, then hit "play."

The couple appearing on the screen looked to be in their mid to late twenties. The guy was thin, muscular but not overly so, with short orange hair and beard to match.

His girlfriend/wife/partner was beautiful. Her body type was similar to Carrie's, although her facial features were far different, and her hair much darker and shorter. Maybe it was just the playful glimmer in her eye or her excited smile as she adjusted the camera that reminded me of looks I'd seen in both my wife and now, my daughter, when they were in that kind of mood and knew they were about to embark on some pleasure.

The couple started out simply enough, kissing on their bed while still fully clothed. They took their time, their hands wandering first over, then under each other's garments, eventually beginning to peel them off one by one as their passion built.

Carrie's hand was lightly stroking my thigh, and I already felt myself getting aroused. I shifted my arm around her shoulders, allowing her to lean even closer against me, my hand gliding along the soft, tanned skin of her neck, shoulder and arm.

On screen, the young woman was now over top of her man. His shirt already off, she was now tugging at his pants. She gave an excited giggle as his cock sprung free, hard and twitching. He was decently sized but not huge. As she grasped his cock in her hand, I felt Carrie's slide up my thigh to find my own throbbing member. Within moments she freed it from the confines of my shorts.

Our eyes met again as she gripped my shaft firmly. "I've been wanting to do this for weeks now," she grinned as she slowly began to stroke me. "You have no idea how frustrating it was not to be able to wrap my hand around it."

I laughed softly. "Oh, I have some idea."

My eyes jumped back and forth between watching my daughter's hand lovingly play with my cock and the couple on the screen. The girl had lost her top now and gone back to kissing him, her round, slightly lopsided breasts rubbing against his chest and her panty clad waist grinding against him. They were nice to watch, but I found myself more interested in the real young woman beside me, currently giving me a very slow, very sweet handjob.

"See how loving they are? How focused on each other, not playing to the camera?" Carrie said. "That's how I'm hoping my...my first time will be."

I turned to her, cautiously hopeful. "Were you...thinking about..."

"No," Carrie shook her head. "Sorry. My legs are still so weak and sore. I want to be able to fully concentrate on...us...when it happens. Not worrying about how uncomfortable I'm feeling or if a position we wanna try is painful. But soon, I promise."

I hugged her still tighter, her head on my shoulder. "Perfectly understandable. Like I said, I'm in no rush. And I want it to be...special for you."

"Thanks for understanding," said Carrie. She turned her attention back to the video for a few moments, then, sitting up suddenly, she spoke again. "I am feeling up to trying something new I've been wanting to do."

Before I could enquire exactly what she meant, she was already lifting her top off, freeing her beautiful breasts.

Grabbing a pillow, she placed it on the floor then took to her knees between my legs, tugging at my boxers, pulling them completely off.

I was now looking down at the most beautiful, erotic thing I'd seen in a long, long time. The face of a lovely young woman, looking up at me, lips parted slightly, eyes full of anticipation, excitement and just a hint of trepidation.

"I've never done this before," she said nervously, "but I've watched a lot of videos. Just don't be afraid to tell me if I'm...not doing it right, or if it...hurts."

Her lips poised over the head of my cock, kissing it softly. Her tongue darted out and she licked it, tentatively at first, then with building enthusiasm.

Her tropical blue eyes met mine with a smile. "Ready?"

Before I could so much as nod, her lips parted and she took me in her mouth.

She went slowly, folding her lips over her teeth so as not to scratch, taking my cock in small increments. At the halfway point she paused, tried to push further, then pulled back.

Determined, she tried again, but only took another half inch or so before she came up gagging. "Sorry," she pouted. "I was hoping I could do more."

I reached out and tousled her sun lightened hair. "Relax, you're doing fine. Stop trying to force things. Just do what feels comfortable for you, trust me I'll enjoy it."

Carrie smiled appreciatively, then turned to look at the TV. The young woman on the screen was now also sucking her man's cock, enthusiastically stroking the lower half of his shaft while her mouth worked its way hungrily over the top.

Carrie began to mimic her movements, albeit slower, and soon I found myself shaking with pleasure as my daughter practiced her oral skills on my throbbing member.

I couldn't help but think back to the first blowjob Shelle had given me, how she'd worked with the same inexperienced yet loving care to explore the best ways to pleasure me, and how her eyes would shine with the same delight Carrie's now had as she discovered new tricks with her tongue, lips, mouth and fingers to make my cock dance to her tune.

My cock began to swell as I felt the familiar tingle. Carrie sensed it and pulled back with a slurp. "Where...what should I do with...when you finish?"

"Whatever you want, princess," I sighed, silently begging her to continue with my eyes.

Carrie looked thoughtful for a moment, then broke into a wry, wicked grin.

Her mouth engulfed my head, her lips forming a tight seal around it. She began to suck and bob on it, her hand again gripping my shaft firmly and stroking in rhythm with her mouth, building in intensity and speed until I could hold back no longer.

"Oh, fuck, here it comes, so close, yes, don't stop, oh God, ohhhhhh....!!!!

Carrie's lips held over my tip as she jerked my now pulsing shaft, and when the first blast erupted she managed to capture it in her mouth. The second, however, she wasn't prepared for, most of it dripping out from between her lips, running down her chin and neck.

She resumed her sucking movements as the third wave erupted and continued sucking and jerking my cock until she'd finally drained it dry.

Carrie looked up excitedly at me, her satisfied grin still glistening with a mix of spunk and spit. "How'd I do, Daddy?"

"Fucking amazing, princess," I gasped, still catching my breath.

"I'm glad you liked it. Um, can you hand me the tissues?" she asked, giggling.

After wiping the sticky mess from her chin, she again sat beside me on the couch. We held each other close, kissing tenderly.

"Wanna return the favor?" she asked shyly.

"I thought you'd never ask!"

Now it was my turn. I kissed my way down her body slowly, sucking her nipples for only a few moments before continuing; her body language told me she was more than ready and frankly, so was I.

Pulling off her shorts, I paused as I knelt before her, drinking her in.

I'd helped her keep herself trimmed down there, but hadn't been comfortable enough to use a razor on her delicate parts, and Carrie preferred waxing as it didn't leave irritating bumps.

So her pussy was covered in a fine down of soft, wheat colored hairs, some already glistening with moisture from her arousal.

She opened her legs to me and her vulva parted to reveal the delicate petals of her rose pink labia.

Her scent wafted to my nose and I inhaled it deeply. Memories came rushing back to me, memories of my beautiful Shelle Belle, of how she looked, smelled and tasted. And how much I'd enjoyed all three.

Now I was about to taste her again, through Carrie. I'd long since gotten past the conundrum of comparing Carrie to her departed mother. Now I reveled in the similarities.

Carrie trembled as I leaned in closer. "Just relax, sweetheart," I said softly. "Don't think. Just feel."

Then my tongue found its way to her cleft and slid the length of her wet slit.

Carrie cried out in pleasure. ""Oh my God."

My senses were flooded as I sampled her intoxicating nectar for the first time, a flavor altogether new yet vastly familiar.

It had been far too long since I'd indulged in the simple yet highly erotic art of cunnilingus, and I intended to take my sweet time.

My tongue danced softly over her pussy lips before diving deeper to the entrance of her tunnel, lapping at the insides, scooping her gooey cream out with a flick, savoring the taste before diving back in again and again.

Carrie was holding my head, pulling at my hair as she moaned.

I moved now to her clit, again going slowly as my tongue traced its protective hood, then parted it to find the swollen, sensitive button it hid.

My tongue circled it several times, then flicked at it repeatedly. "FuuuuAhhhh," came the garbled response from Carrie's lips, her hips now rocking against my face, encouraging my movements and subtly guiding them.

"Daddy, daddy, DADDY!" Her moans became louder, more urgent, music to my ears. I could sense her pending orgasm and increased my efforts, now sucking at her clit as my tongue continued to stimulate it.

Her hands gripping me tighter, she rocked forward with a silent jerk, then threw herself back against the couch as she cried out in wails of orgasmic bliss.

I relaxed my grip on her sensitive bean as I felt her trembles slowly subside. "Oh my fucking God," she sighed softly.

I moved up beside her and held her close as she shook against me, her body basking in the afterglow of her climax.

"That was...so...wonderful," she panted. Lifting her head from my shoulder, she kissed me. "I love you, Daddy."

"Love you too, princess."

The video we'd been watching had already finished, now frozen on a frame of the young couple snuggling together in their bed.

Laying back, I guided Carrie down over me in a similar fashion, her legs entwined with mine as she rested her head on my chest.

Together, we simply lay together, enjoying the quiet intimacy.

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The next week was a flurry of activity; there was physical therapy, shopping excursions, and of course a trip to the salon.

She got the works; haircut, massage, facial, eyebrow trim, pedicure, manicure and of course a fresh bikini waxing.

I didn't stay for that, of course, instead running a few errands of my own while she enjoyed her day of primping.

She looked absolutely stunning when I picked her up a few hours later.

By the end of the week she'd barely needed the walker, switching instead to a cane, but even then only needing it for the rare occasions she lost her balance. It was only a matter of time now before she'd no longer need any support.

I had the hospital bed picked up and put her old bed back in her room. Although Carrie rarely slept in it anymore, sharing most nights with me now.

I enjoyed it while I could. In a few more weeks, she'd be gone, leaving me again with an empty bed.

Jenna and her boyfriend, Tom, came over early on Saturday to go over the financial plans I'd put together for her. They also brought along a friend of hers, Trish.

Carrie had invited them (with my blessing) to bring their swimsuits, and after we'd finished our business, the three girls quickly got changed to head out to the pool.

Tom and I hung back for a bit, him still picking my brains about the investments I'd suggested and other ways to grow and protect her money.

I was a bit wary of him at first. Despite my own unorthodox situation with my nineteen year old daughter, I was still suspicious of a man so close to my own age dating a woman so young.

But I warmed to him quickly. He never showed any interest in attaching himself to her finances. His only concern was that Jenna's money was safe, and that any future income would be protected from her mother and her slimebag boyfriend.

"Well, you'll have to talk to Phil about that," I said, indicating our mutual lawyer friend. "But I wouldn't worry about it too much. Phil told me what happened. Disgusting, really. I understand he's put things in motion to pursue a case against him. But Jenna's mother no longer has any say in anything to do with her finances, if that's what you're worried about."

He sighed with relief. "Good."

We joined the girls outside, already splashing around in the pool.

"Wanna beer?" I offered Tom.

"Absolutely, thank you."

I grabbed him a cold one along with one for myself, then proceeded to fire up the grill to make lunch for everyone.

Tom volunteered to help, but we all know a man is King of his own barbecue. So he mostly just wound up hanging out and conversing with me while I cooked.

"Aren't you coming in the pool?" Jenna called out to him across the yard.

"No, I um...didn't bring a suit," he answered.

"But I thought you..." Jenna hesitated, looking confused. She glanced at me for a moment, then back at Tom. Some strange, silent communication appeared to pass between them. She pouted slightly, but nodded and went back to swimming.

"That was odd," I thought to myself.

"Hey, Daddy, guess what?" Now it was Carrie yelling. "Jenna and Trish said they might be able to get me into their dorm! We can all be roommates!"

"That's great, princess," I called back. Immediately I regretted the slip. I usually only called her that when we were...intimate.

Tom was looking at me with a strange, curious grin. "What?" I asked, trying not to sound defensive or guilty. There was no way he could figure out my secret from one little term of endearment, could he?

"Nothing," he chuckled after a moment. "Nothing at all."

When the food was ready, the ladies joined us at the table.

I was happy to see that Carrie had worn a much more modest bathing suit than the bikini she normally wore. While still a two piece, it revealed far less cleavage and completely covered her butt and hips.

To his credit, I never caught Tom staring at her, although I did catch quite a few flirtatious glances between not just he and Jenna, but Trish as well.

Very curious indeed. But none of my business, really.

And while Jenna and Trish were both lovely young women as well, I returned the favor by staying in Dad Mode and not gawking at either of them.

The girls sunbathed after eating, chatting excitedly amongst themselves but occasionally including us two men in the conversation.

After another round of swimming, they decided it was time to go. "I hate to break this up, they're having so much fun," said Tom, "but we should be getting on the road."

The girls dried off and got dressed reluctantly. There were hugs all around and promises to get together for orientation before classes started in September.

"It was so great seeing you again, Jenna," said Carrie, "and really nice meeting you, Trish."

Tom shook my hand firmly. "Thanks again for helping Jenna out. And for your hospitality."

Carrie stood by me as they drove off, waving until they were out of sight. Then she slipped into my arms. "That was so much fun! I'm so excited about college now! I already know my roomies!"

"I'm excited for you, hun," I said, taking her back inside.

While I wasn't lying exactly, part of me was also a bit sad. My little girl was all grown up, and in a few short weeks would be leaving home. And I'd be losing, not just a daughter, but a lover.

Carrie sensed my mood. "You okay, Dad?"

I hugged her closer. "I'll be fine."

Carrie helped me clean up, then we relaxed on the couch, just cuddling while Carrie filled me in on some of the girl talk she'd had with Jenna and Trish.

"It's kinda weird now, but I totally understand why Jenna is seeing an older guy. She told me about some of her past boyfriends and I can totally relate. She said he's so much more caring and... patient."

"So you're only gonna date older men now?" I smirked.

Carrie slapped me playfully. "I didn't say that. Although I am definitely...biased towards them, now."

Her lips found mine hungrily. "You older guys definitely seem more attentive to our...needs."

Then her body was over me, her hips pressing with urgency against my lap as we kissed.

"You're not too tired, are you Daddy?" She teased.

"Not at all," I grinned.

Her look suddenly became serious. "Good. Because I....I want you."

My eyes went wide. "Are you sure?"

"Very," Carrie nodded."But not on the couch. Take me to bed, Daddy."

Standing, I took her by the hand to the bedroom.

We stood, just holding each other for a few moments. I could feel Carrie shaking.

"I'm not scared," she said, noting my concern, "just..."

"Nervous?" I finished. "I'm sure you are. But we'll go slow, and I promise to be gentle. And if it hurts, and it probably will, don't be afraid to tell me, okay? I don't want you thinking you have to suffer through it, because you don't."

Carrie smiled appreciatively. "Thank you. And I promise."

I undressed her slowly, drinking in every exposed inch of flesh as if for the first, and maybe last, time.

Carrie helped me out of my clothes as well, and together we lay on the bed, holding each other's naked bodies as I kissed her sweetly.

Our hands explored each other, familiar with each other's more sensitive spots now and building our mutual arousal slowly.

I stopped mid-kiss. "You're on birth control, right?"

"Yes, Daddy," Carrie giggled. "You got it for me, remember?"

Carrie had approached me a few years ago about birth control and I'd helped her get the prescription, no questions asked. Part of my surprise at her recent revelation that she was still a virgin was because I'd assumed she was already sexually active after asking for the pill.