Daddy's Birthday Milkshake

It was Sara's eighteenth birthday and as she woke up, she immediately felt excited! She was a woman now, legal and free to do what she had fantasized about from the time of her sexual awakening and the first-fruits of puberty. Sara tossed the covers aside and threw her legs over the side of the bed. She spread them slightly, feeling the coolness of the room wash over her bare, exposed, pussy. Sara slept naked. She had as long as she could remember. Not only did her soft cool sheets feel exquisite against her naked nubile form, but her nudeness made it easier to reach down and pleasure her still developing young body when her mind filled with nocturnal lusty fantasies and her juices began to flow from her moist, creamy pussy.

She rose to her feet and stretched with her arms crossed above her head. She felt her soft, small, breasts bounce as she did this. Then she lowered her hands and gave them a squeeze as she smiled and looked down at them. All through middle and high school, the other girls teased her because Sara's breasts were so much smaller than theirs. Even now, they were only a 32-B cup size with perfect pink nipples. However, she figured there was someone out there who would love them enough to lick and to squeeze them, to give her pleasurable foreplay as only a warm mouth and tongue could do.

Sara and her daddy lived alone; her mother had taken off two years ago with some guy she had worked with. Since her abrupt departure, there has been no word from her. It was frustrating and confusing for Sara, and she hated her mother for placing her own lusts and needs over those of her daughter and her husband, Sara's father. Sara hated her for that and she was sure that she always would.

Since that time, Sara and her daddy have grown closer than ever. They never crossed the line, though; her daddy, John, made sure of that and explained to Sara why they could not engage in a physical relationship. Regardless, there had always been an unspoken closeness that neither dared to talk about aloud.

However, today was Sara's eighteenth birthday and breaking that barrier was the foremost thought racing through her as she threw on a pink lacy bra and matching panties, followed by a pair of jeans and a white spaghetti-strap shirt. She yanked open her door and darted out into the hallway, toward the living room from where her daddy's voice could be heard. Sure enough, he sat on the couch in a half-slouch, yelling at the anchorman on the television.

"Morning, Daddy!" Sara squealed, first running and then leaping into his arms. He gave a pained groan as she landed.

"Well, good morning to you, sweetheart," he said. His eyes scanned her body from top to bottom.

Sara noticed and stood up. She placed her hands on her hips, gave a half turn in each direction and said, "Do you approve, Daddy?"

John nodded with a smile. "You know you're beautiful in anything, Sara. You're my delicious cupcake, sweetheart."

Sara squealed again, her face lit up by another smile as she said, "Thank you, Daddy!" She sat down again, this time beside her father instead of on top of him. "So, do you have any plans for my birthday?"

"I don't know," John said, rubbing his chin. "I guess I forgot all about today being your birthday until you mentioned it."

Sara frowned playfully and dropped her hands to her hips again. "Daddy! How could you forget about my birthday?"

John smiled and wrapped an arm around his daughter's waist, pulling her closer. "I'm only joking, sweetheart. How could I forget such an important event? And besides, this year is a very special year, isn't it?"

"Uh-huh. It's my eighteenth birthday!!" Sara bounced up and down, finally settling beside her father a moment later, and laid on her back across his lap. She felt him shift uncomfortably beneath her, and she giggled and sat up. "Sorry, daddy," she said. "I don't wanna hurt your penis."

"What!"

After another giggle, Sara said, "Oh, come on, daddy! I know what your thing is called. We have the internet...and there are boys at my school."

"Oh really?"

"Not like that, daddy. I'm still pure." Sara flashed an angelic look.

"Yeah. I trust you haven't been with any of the boys at school, but I'm not too sure about the angelic bit." John turned his attention to the television again and Sara got up and went to the kitchen to eat breakfast.

After breakfast, Sara joined her father on the couch again. "You didn't really forget about my birthday did you, Daddy?" She asked.

John turned off the television and set down the remote. He turned to his little girl and said, "I didn't forget, sweetheart. It's just..." He hesitated. "...I wasn't sure what to get you, or if you would even want to spend time with me at all. I mean, you are eighteen now."

A pensive look washed over Sara's face. Then after a moment, she said, "It's okay, Daddy. I don't really want anything from the store."

"Oh," John said. "So you don't want anything for your birthday?"

"Well, I didn't say that."

John noticed her expression change. Sara lowered her head slightly, almost ashamedly. He was confused, so he took her chin in his hand and lifted it gently so her eyes met his. "What do you want then, sweetheart? Come on, you can tell me."

Hesitantly, Sara shrugged. Then after a long unbearable silence, she said, "You know how I said I was pure, daddy?"

"Yes?" He answered apprehensively.

"Well, that part was true. I've never had sex. Not even oral, Daddy."

Her father was at a loss for words. However, he managed: "That's a good thing, Sweetheart..." He felt her head press downward in his hand. "...I think."

Sara shook her head slowly. "But I don't wanna be pure anymore, Daddy," she said. "I mean, I don't just wanna do it with anyone though."

John removed his hand and her head rose surprisingly, her eyes were damp and there was great sadness in them. "Daddy, I love you," she said.

"And I love you, too, sweetheart."

She shook her head. "Not like that though. I love you even more than that."

"What are you saying, Sara?" John asked.

"Never mind. You'll hate me. You'll think I'm a freak."

With a look of dismay, John said, "I would never think that, sweetheart. Why don't you come out and tell me what it that you want and discuss it."

Despite her hesitancy, Sara explained, "Daddy, I want you to be my first."

Those words hit John like a ton of bricks. He had never imagined for even a second that he would hear those words from his daughter's lips. It was true that he had felt a closeness toward her in the past two years that bordered inappropriateness, that felt unnatural even. However, now that those words were out in the open, it gave new levity to what he had longed for, desired, and yet dreaded, all this time.

He searched his daughter's face for some sign of mockery or deceit, but there wasn't any. He gave a sigh and said, "Okay. I think we ought to talk about this, sweetheart." Sara looked in her daddy's eyes, the same eyes that saw her as his little girl. They were comforting, loving, and they reassured her that he wasn't judging her, that he truly wanted to understand what was going on, and that he wanted to make absolutely sure that she knew what she was saying.

Her father explained how people might react if they were to start a physical relationship. Sara told him that she didn't care, that she wouldn't tell anyone. Then he asked her directly if she knew what all was involved in an adult relationship, in a sexual one. She told him that she did.

"And you still don't mind that my... I mean, I am your father. So I created you with my..."

"Penis." Sara's shameful look broke and her father caught the slightest glimpse of a smile.

"Yes, sweetheart, my penis. I created you with that."

"I know that, Daddy." Sara said with a broad smile now. "And I don't care." She slid her hand across his lap and rested it gingerly on his growing bulge. John shifted his jeans and cleared his throat, smiling uneasily. Sara's hand remained there, and she moved it in a slow, meticulous circular motion.

"Oh, wow!" John said. He laughed nervously. "I don't know what to say."

"Say you love me, daddy. Say you'll never leave me and that you'll let me make you happy."

"God, sweetheart, you truly are an angel," John said. "And I will love you. I do already. I always have. And as far as leaving you, you never have to worry about that, Sara. I will never leave you. Never. I would love for you to make me happy, sweetheart, but I want to make you happy too."

With a seductive smile and a look of pure lust that John had never seen on his daughter's face before, Sara said, "You already have, Daddy. You've made me the happiest girl in the world for the past eighteen years, but now I want to make you just as happy as you've made me."

Tears began to well up in both of their eyes. With tears streaming down his cheeks, John said, "So, for you birthday, Sweetheart, you would like me to..."

"Make me a woman. Your woman, Daddy!"

Before either of them knew what was happening, John and his little girl were locked in a tight, romantic embrace. Their lips met and their mouths opened. John accepted Sara's probing tongue inside and they passionately kissed for what seemed like an eternity. All the while, one of John's hands slid downward and began to fondle his daughter's small, soft breasts through her shirt. It felt like Heaven beneath his fingertips, but for Sara it wasn't enough. Without breaking their kiss, she reached around and under her shirt, unclasped her bra, and shrugged it off, yanking it out and tossing it onto the couch. Her daddy felt her nipples now, erect, just like his cock. He squeezed them, tugged at them gently.

Then they paused and he pulled her shirt off over her head. Sara's breasts bounced free and he gazed at them hungrily before taking them in his hands and licking his little girl's nipples. He licked them, he sucked them, he tugged on them with his lips. Sara gasped and threw her head back, moaning now.

"Oh, God, Daddy!" She cried out. "Keep that up. It feels wonderful!"

John let go of her breasts, although his tongue kept licking her nipples and tracing her pink areola with an insatiable desire. His hands moved southward, his fingers tiptoeing down her sides and across her creamy stomach. They danced around her inward bellybutton and dipped inside the shallowness for a second before heading further south. Then he unlatched his mouth from her supple breasts and kissed his way down to the top of her jeans. Sara slid from his grasp and lay beneath him.

He unbuttoned and unzipped, gently tugging her jeans off. She did the same with his, admiring the enormous bulge in his cotton briefs. Then her hand was upon it, rubbing it, massaging it, caressing it. John groaned loudly. They were now well beyond the point of no return.

With Sara's top and both of their bottoms removed, John repositioned himself so that he knelt directly above his little girl; both of them in nothing but their underwear now. They kissed again, this time John's tongue joined in and danced with his daughter's first in her mouth, and then in his. The wet, slurping sound of their incestual kissing filled the room until a few minutes later when they broke off the kiss and impatiently removed the remainder of each others' clothing. Now they were naked, fully naked, and unashamed.

John peered at his little girl's virgin pussy, bald and glistening. He licked his lips. Likewise, Sara marveled at her daddy's enormous cock as it stood at attention. She wrapped her tiny hand around it, feeling it throb beneath her delicate fingers. Sara had seen a few cocks on the internet, but she had never seen one in real life, let alone felt one. The pulsing, throbbing of her daddy's cock was both comforting and mesmerizing at the same time.

"I want to please you, daddy," Sara said. "I hope I'll do a good job. I've only seen it a few times on my computer."

John looked down at her and smiled. "You'll do just fine, sweetheart. And don't think that you have to swallow my cum when it's time, although with an angel as beautiful as you, it shouldn't be long at all. For that, I apologize."

Sara smiled too. "It's okay, Daddy. We can do this any time your penis feels sad and needs relief."

With a groan, John said, "That might be a lot, sweetheart."

"You can use my mouth anytime you want, Daddy. And I want to swallow your cum. I know guys like that. I want to make you happy, so give me all you have and I'll drink it and make sure I lick you clean with my tongue."

John groaned again, but not as loudly as he did a moment later when he felt his daughter's wet tongue lick his cock slowly from the bottom of his scrotum to the bulbous tip. He couldn't breathe. He was in heaven. But then Sara stopped and slid out from beneath him. "Sit here and put your hands behind your head, Daddy. I want you to be comfortable and let me take care of your beautiful penis."

How could he argue with that? John did just his little girl instructed him. He shifted upright, locked his hands behind his head, and then slid down slightly, watching his beautiful little daughter drop to her knees in front of him and crawl forward between his open thighs. She licked again, the same as before, from the base of his scrotum to the tip of his cock.

Again and again she did this, covering his entire cock with her warm saliva and licking it like a delicious lollipop. He groaned and whimpered, closing his eyes for a few seconds and then peering down at her. It was the most beautiful, most erotic sight he had ever beheld. He couldn't believe that his own daughter, his little girl, was actually licking his large cock like it was a confectionary treat.

Finally, after nearly fifteen minutes, the moment he had waited for since his daughter had begun to tease him with her tiny, tantalizing tongue, had come at last. Sara slowly opened her mouth and lowered it down onto his cock. It was as if it were in slow motion; John watched his rock-hard cock disappear into his little's girl's warm, tiny mouth. Then she closed her lips around it, forming a perfect suction. She moved her head slowly up and down.

John cried out, "Fuck! That is fucking amazing, sweetheart." Tears rolled down his face again. "You are the best daughter anyone could ever have. I fucking love you!"

Sara smiled, and then giggled without breaking her suction, and continued to bob her head up and down, slightly faster now. She could feel her daddy's cock attempting to grow harder, although that would have been physically impossible. She continued, and before long, she felt her daddy's cock suddenly tense up and the throbbing became more rapid. Although inexperienced, Sara was not naive. She suspected what was about to happen.

John's eyes widened and he shouted, "It's coming, Sweetheart! Please don't stop! Drink daddy's milkshake and lick it all up like a good little girl!"

Sara nodded, slowly, and then it came. Her daddy's cock fired one blast of warm, creamy cum after another into her mouth. There was so much of it. Sara tried to swallow as fast as she could, but still a waterfall of her daddy's cum ran out of the corner of her mouth and onto her chin. John watched his little girl's throat contract and expand time and time again as she swallowed one mouthful after another and a wide, blissful smile spread across his face.

When his cock finished cumming a moment later, Sara swallowed the last few remaining drops in her mouth. Then she opened wide and scooped up the puddle that had escaped her mouth with her finger. She sucked on her finger and swallowed that. Sara smiled. "I did good?"

"God yes, sweetheart. You made my penis extremely happy."

Her smile widened, and then bent down her head and licked her daddy's stomach and his large cock clean with her tongue. John groaned and shivered, explaining to his little girl, who looked confused at this, that his penis was very sensitive now, but that she did a wonderful job. He assured her that she could continue, which she did, licking John's cock from scrotum to cock head over and over again until she had lapped up every drop of his warm creamy cum.

Then she stood up and sat beside him on the couch. She said, "Would you like to make me a woman now?"

John laughed. "I will in a few minutes, Sweetheart. But right now, Daddy's penis has to rest. How about we go take a shower together and wash up. I'll show you how to wash a man's penis properly. And then afterwards, I'll return the favor." John licked his lips hungrily as he stared down at her delicious pussy. "By the way," he said as they stood up and headed toward the bathroom. "How did you like my milkshake?"

Sara smacked her lips. "Mmm-mmm. I loved it, Daddy. It was yummy! I can't wait to have some more."