Educating Sarah

"What do you mean?" Father asked, not so innocently. Linda snorted, rolling her eyes behind dark sunglasses.

What a fucking horn dog, eyeing his own daughter.

"She must've bought that little nothing at the mall when she was out with the girls." Linda took another sip of her drink. "I would have never allowed her to buy that thing. Newberry's would never stock something like that."

"A little prudish, aren't we?" Michael busied himself, rubbing oil all over what parts of his body he could reach. Studies linking sun exposure to skin cancer had just started to surface, but he and his wife were damn well going to work on their tans, even if they had to coat themselves from head to toe. "What happened to raising her as an open-minded, free spirit?"

"Oh, fuck off, Michael." She playfully slapped his thigh, taking another sip. "Fuck you for reminding me." Her husband laughed.

Still, Linda couldn't help but also admire Sarah's physique, accented by the bikini. She noticed the young woman's nipples poking against her top.

Such a fetching young lady, but thank god her tits are so small, or she'd be popping out of that thing.

With a big gulp, she downed the rest of her daiquiri. Some of it dribbled down her chin, but her quick tongue darted out to lick it up. Placing the glass on the concrete, she plopped back in the reclining chair, feeling the effect of the generous amount of rum she had added to the drink. "Honey," Linda called out to her daughter. "Come put some oil on your father's back."

Michael looked over to his wife. "C'mon, babe," he said in a low voice to not be heard. "You can do it."

"No." Linda looked askance at her husband. "Your nubile, young daughter is perfectly capable."

"Jesus Christ." Michael shook his head, flustered. As was her habit, Linda loved to stir up mischief, especially after she'd had a drink or two. She knew that more often than not, it ended up with her frustrated husband pounding out one, two, or three orgasms to seek revenge. His brusque manhandling while he pushed her over the nearest flat surface, his face red with arousal, his cock rock-hard and about to pop, made for supreme multiple climaxes. She felt her pussy start to throb just thinking about it.

This will be fun to watch.

"Okay!" Sarah climbed out of the pool. With bare feet slapping wetly against the concrete, she trotted up to her mother, who handed her the bottle of oil.

"Lean over, Dad." Sarah hopped behind her father on the lounge chair, straddling it, her legs open as she pressed against him from behind. Michael, still glaring at his smirking wife, obeyed.

She was very generous with the slick substance, coating her father's back, rubbing it in, not allowing any trickle to escape. He held still, allowing his daughter to complete her slow and thorough work.

As she watched Sarah take great care and pleasure in her task, Linda couldn't quell a big grin as she watched her husband's face. She could tell when he was getting aroused just by the position of his eyebrows.

Oh, the torture he must be going through. That's what you get for having impure thoughts about your very own daughter.

Once Sarah was done, she handed the bottle back to her mother, kissed and hugged her disoriented father, and immediately climbed up on the diving board. Exhaling with relief that Sarah was no longer touching him, Michael returned to his former position, reclining the in the lounge chair as water splashed from his daughter's dive.

After admiring his glistening torso, Linda looked down at Michael's swim trunks.

As I thought, a full boner snaking down his leg. I can even see the outline of the tip. Naughty!

Linda had to up the game. Casually, she reached out and squeezed her husband's thigh, less than an inch from his covered erection. Michael jumped slightly, giving her a What the fuck? look.

"Whoa, did I startle you?" she snickered. Michael snorted.

"You love this, don't you?" He looked at her under thick eyebrows.

"Does our little girl turn you on that much?" Her fingertips strayed over to his affliction.

"Oh, please, I..." Michael stopped, responding to her touch. He knew it was ludicrous, and hypocritical, to deny finding his daughter attractive in more than a fatherly way.

"Who's the prude now, lover?" Linda gently petted her husband's bulge through the thin, wet fabric. Michael, cheeks flushing, squirmed.

"Shit, do you want me to come right in front of our daughter?" he whispered.

"Nobody would know the diff," she replied, her index finger now rubbing the tip, something she knew would bring him to the edge. "Just our secret."

Michael swatted her hand away as she laughed, covering her mouth.

"Wouldn't you like to come while watching Sarah on that diving board?"

"Shhh!"

"I can help."

"Do you two need some time alone?" Sarah called out. She had been watching her parents.

"Not right now, honey," Linda's eyes darted to her husband's. "Not yet."

"Uhhh, riiight." Sarah arched an eyebrow before disappearing beneath the water.

"Our girl's no dummy," Michael whispered as he returned to watching his daughter as she swam to the edge of the pool, again climbing out of the water and onto the diving board. "At least we raised her right in that respect."

Linda fell silent, floating along peacefully on her mellow high. Michael donned sunglasses and finished his beer. As the sun dropped below the tree line, Sarah climbed out of the pool one last time, wrapping herself in a towel.

"I'm done," was all she said before trotting into the house.

"Hungry?" Linda asked her husband. He nodded.

After sandwiches and chips on the patio, crickets chirping as darkness fell, they ended up in the living room, watching television. While her parents reclined on the sofa, Sarah spread her towel out on the carpet at their feet. Still in her bikini, she stretched out to watch the latest episode of Magnum PI.

With the light from the television flickering on their faces, Linda looked over at her husband. His eyes weren't on the tube but on his daughter's barely-concealed body. Mother smiled.

That dog. He just can't help himself.

She didn't think anything wrong about Michael savoring the sexy, yet innocent, vision before them. As a matter of fact, it was starting to arouse her. She squeezed his hand, and they exchanged knowing glances as she joined him in appreciating the young woman they had created some eighteen years ago.

Another hour passed in relative silence. As the late news started, Linda rubbed Michael's thigh, turning to look at him. He returned the gaze, nodding.

"We're hitting the sack, my love," Mother said to daughter as both parents stood.

"Okay," Sarah responded, glancing over her shoulder. "Good night."

"Good night," Michael knelt next to his daughter. She lifted her face as he kissed her on the mouth, giving her butt a gentle squeeze. She giggled.

"You two try to keep it down," she teased.

"Why, you..." Linda started to pipe up, but Michael pulled her to the bedroom.

After grabbing a quick shower together, they slipped under the blankets, extinguishing the lights, and immersing the room in semi-darkness. A shaft of intense moonlight pierced the black, illuminating their bed.

They both opted to sleep nude that night. The weather had been unusually warm and they liked snuggling, their bodies intertwining as they lazily rehashed the day's events.

"Do you think we should say something about that bikini?" Michael asked as his wife rested her head on his chest.

"No, let's not get all puritanical on her, just go with it."

"Fuck, it's not like I haven't seen her naked, but she's changed so much."

Linda couldn't help but giggle. Michael seemed to be in a quandary, aroused and ashamed at the same time.

"Oh, relax." She nuzzled and kissed the hair on his chest. "She's quite attractive, even though she looks like she'd blow away in a strong wind."

"You can say that again." Michael rubbed her shoulder, returning kisses to her cheek and earlobe. "Still, she's quite a looker."

"These days, with all the permissiveness going on, I wonder if she's even still a virgin?"

Michael snorted. "In our day, I would've said yes, but now..."

"Remember when you took my virginity? It's hard to believe we were both around Sarah's age." Linda felt his hard nipple pressing against her cheek.

"Yeah, weren't we a pair?"

"You weren't quite sure where to stick that thing." She rubbed her face against his nipple, her fingertips gently tracing around the other.

"But at last..." Michael took a deep breath, remembering the moment they coupled for the first time. "Goddamn, you were so tight, and that cherry of yours. It took some effort."

"Yes, I bled a bit, and it scared the hell out of me."

"We were so ignorant in those days, but we knew what we wanted." Michael looked down at his wife toying with his hard tip. "You were so fucking tight."

Linda chuckled. Michael continued.

"Even after you had Sarah, after all these years, your pussy still grips me like a firm handshake."

"Well, thank god, what with all the fucking we do." Discussing their youth, and Sarah's alluring physique, again put mischief in Linda's brain. "I'll bet Sarah's little pussy is impenetrable, I mean, if she's still a virgin."

"Jesus Christ, babe." Michael didn't know how to respond. Linda's words filled his head with images. "You're talking about our daughter."

"Well, she's an adult, now, and we are curious parents." She had to up the game, as was her habit. "Don't tell me you weren't thinking naughty thoughts as you watched her by the pool. My god, your cock looked like it was about to rip through your swim trunks."

"It has a mind of its own."

"Was daddy thinking about stuffing it inside his little girl?" Linda raked a fingernail across his nipple, forcing a gasp.

"Linda, please!" He protested, but she could feel his naked cock coming to life. The talk was getting Michael worked up, whether he liked it or not. "Come on."

Linda knew she could push her husband further. "Daddy got all hot and bothered when his little girl rubbed oil all over his back." Now she tugged at his nipple. Michael groaned but didn't say a word as she went on.

"Maybe she should've oiled up your front, too." She loved the fact that he was getting hornier and hornier as the seconds went on. That and the thought of their daughter in that way was getting her all wet and ready as well. "Just imagine Sarah pressing against your aching hardness, rubbing her delicate hands all over your chest, all slick and shiny."

Michael knew his wife wouldn't stop until they had reached the predictable ending.

Linda took her hands and rubbed them up and down his hairy chest, her flat palms torturing his hard, sensitive nipples. She knew when he was ready to fuck, he became very quiet, and Michael wasn't uttering a word.

"Daddy, is there anything else you need from me?" Linda made a silly voice, trying to imitate Sarah's. Their daughter hasn't used the word "daddy" in years.

Let's see how far I can take this.

Michael growled when his wife took a nipple, sucking on it as she tugged the other. He pulled her body even closer as she reached down to squeeze his erection, slowly moving her hand up and down.

Damn, he's not stopping me! And goddammit if I'm not all horny, too!

Releasing his nipple, she whispered breathily in his ear with her little girl's voice.

"Oh, wow, daddy's all worked up! Your cock is sooo hard! You need some relief." She pulled back the blanket to reveal his jutting pole. She continued squeezing and tugging as his purple helmet reflected the moonlight. At last, Michael uttered a single word.

"Fuck."

Linda didn't hesitate. She straddled him immediately. Her own pussy was so wet and throbbing by this time, she mounted him easily, gasping as her ass rested against his balls.

Goddamn, this feels so good but so perverted! Don't break character, though.

"Oh, fuck, Daddy, your cock is so big!" she whispered, gazing into his eyes as she writhed against him. "I don't know what to do!" The next moment, Linda got what she wanted.

Michael gripped her waist, pushing hard, his cock touching her inner recesses. Linda shuddered, new and delicious sensations flooding her body.

Oh, yes...damn! Goddamn!

"You can fuck Daddy, that's what you can do," he hissed, at last coming out with what he was thinking, and wanting.

Somewhat surprised, Linda gasped at the sudden aggression. "Oh, Daddy, yes!" she cried.

Oh, god, yes! He's not hiding anymore!

The realization that Michael was playing along, talking to her like she was Sarah, made Linda hotter than Hades. Feeling his urgently flexing cock inside her made it difficult to keep her composure, the pleasure was so overwhelming!

"Come on." Now it was Michael's turn to spur his wife on as he started pounding her from underneath. "Let me take that tight, little pussy."

"Oh...oh..." Linda grasped the headboard, returning his thrusts as their bodies synchronized. "Fuck, yeah!"

"Daddy's going to fuck you, and hard." His voice had changed, dropping an octave as carnal instincts overtook him. By now, Michael was outfucking her, his body pounding with increasing intensity.

"S-shit, baby...f-fuck," she surrendered, holding on for dear life as her husband took what he wanted, and needed, as the bedframe creaked in double-time.

Goddamn, the thought of his own daughter is getting him this worked up? What have I started?

Linda, eyes closed, whispered as slapping noises filled her ears. "God, Daddy, your cock feels so good. Don't stop fucking me. Fuck your little girl!"

With a feral grunt, Michael reached up to squeeze his wife's breasts, forcing another gasp when he started massaging her thick nipples.

"Yes, Daddy, goddamn it!" Linda found it difficult to keep her voice low. "I love when you do that! Make it sting!"

Jesus, Sarah's just on the other side of this wall, maybe ten feet away! Heavens, I hope she's not listening.

Her apprehension was overpowered by intense surges of pleasure, fed by the electricity sparking from her tingling buds. She yelped, not caring who heard her cries of desire. "Suck my tits, Daddy...please!" Sexual passion had clouded her thinking. Their role-playing quickly pushed her to a point she wanted their daughter to share.

Fuck it. If she's hearing us, she'll get an education.

With no degree of subtlety, he took a nipple in his mouth, feeding like a hungry baby.

"Ssss...fuck, yeah!" As she looked down at Michael sucking on her, his lips curled back as he took in as much of her tit flesh as possible, Linda felt it coming, welling up inside her like a water balloon about to burst. Michael released her breast just long enough to reinforce their incestuous fantasy.

"Little Sarah needs daddy's cum, huh?" He was fully committed to what his wife had casually, devilishly started. There was no turning back. "Your little pussy's so tight, it will spill out, and all over my balls." He took the other tit, drawing it in his mouth. Fresh sparks rained down on her tingling clit and throbbing pussy.

Oh, fuck! Here it comes!

"Yes, Daddy, YES!!!" Linda yelped loudly the second before it hit.

Immediately she began quaking and shuddering, fluid spritzing from her body. Her breast fell from Michael's mouth as she drenched his chest and face. He loved her ejaculate, licking it from his lips with a lusty grin. Feeling his wife's orgasm, her pussy contracting repeatedly around his cock, he couldn't help but give up his load.

"Goddamn it, Sarah! Make your father come! Yes...YESSS!!!"

His fingers dug into her flesh as they bucked and writhed together, blankets tossed on the floor as they mated savagely.

"Fuck, Daddy...YES!!!" In Linda's mind, for that moment, she was her daughter. She was her sweet, young Sarah, impaled by her daddy's hard, erupting cock, taking his copious ejaculate deep inside her fertile, teenaged body.

"That's it, my love...take my seed," Michael panted as he felt semen spurting up the length of his shaft deep into Linda's body. "Take it inside your tight, young pussy."

It was mating time in the jungle. Neither one of them cared who heard, or what was said, as they consummated their sinful fantasy. Orgasms lingered for what seemed forever, both of them savoring every morsel of their erotic feast.

"So good," Linda murmured as Michael huffed against her damp flesh, trying to recover from their physical expenditure. "So goddamn good."

Words and movement ceased as their bodies entwined. Crickets, engaging in their own mating ritual, chirped outside as husband and wife languidly came down from their coupling. Linda had to stay on top until Michael's erection subsided. Sometimes, this took five or ten minutes, but this time he stayed hard for half an hour.

Holy fuck. I should pretend to be Sarah from here on out.

But Linda knew better. She knew it was her and their solid marriage, plus the sex that never seemed to get stale. It was at times like this that she felt truly blessed by their union.

After their breathing returned to normal, they drifted into a blissful state, an hour passing by, then another, as the angle of moonlight shifted across the room. Michael snored, but not loudly enough to disturb his wife. Linda fell asleep, or did she? It was hard to tell, not that it mattered. She was supremely satisfied and happy. The thought of their daughter on the other side of the bedroom wall, listening intently to their roleplaying, took a back seat to new realizations. Now she couldn't stop thinking about the new element in their lovemaking.

Jesus, who knew incest could be such a naughty turn-on?

As she slipped through visions and dreams, all connected like a gossamer ribbon passing through her brain, she found herself slowly moving down their hallway, toward Sarah's bedroom. In this state, Linda knew what she was experiencing wasn't real, but she enjoyed it, nonetheless.

Although the bedroom door was closed, she saw a gentle glow coming from underneath. Noises came from the other side, sometimes gentle, sometimes sharp.

What is this?

She wasn't certain if someone was weeping, in pain, or having a nightmare. Gasps and whimpers combined with low, guttural grunts became more defined as she pressed her ear against the door. After years of lovemaking, Linda suspected she knew the cause of the noises.

Oh, god, could it be?

She quietly turned the knob and pushed open the door. She wasn't afraid. After all, this scenario was of her making. What she saw next made her gasp.

In the low light of the bedroom, she saw Michael on his back, naked, on the bed. Sarah, equally naked, straddled him in a classic cowgirl position. Both of them were obviously in the middle of satiating their desires.

Sweet, dear Jesus!

Linda felt her nipples harden, and her pussy start to throb, as she moved toward the pair. What struck her most was how diminutive her daughter's body looked as her ass moved up and down Michael's healthy, rock-solid eight inches.

Heavens, her little butt and his big, thick cock, she looks so small in comparison, like a little child! I can't believe she's taking all of it!

Linda realized she was also naked, having gone to bed that way, as she absentmindedly slipped her hand over her bush, massaging the thick, springy fur, transfixed by the vision. She took another timid step forward, then another.

My fantasy has gone off the rails! Is this what I really want? Fuck me, I so very much want to join them.

As she stood at the foot of the bed, Michael looked from around his daughter. Their eyes met and he nodded, smiling through the sexual tension distorting his face. Sarah didn't hold back as she rode her father's cock, gasping as it plunged into her repeatedly from underneath, her small breasts bouncing excitedly with each thrust. The next moment, the young woman looked over her shoulder, face red as she panted with exertion and desire.