Life Begins Again Ch. 01

As greater arousal took over, he wanted nothing more than to ram his cock in, but this was his daughter and he wanted to do it right. Then a thought occurred to him. "Is this your first time?" he hesitantly asked.

"Not really," she responded with equal hesitance.

Andy wanted to ask what "not really" meant. Instead he made an assumption. "Does that mean your . . . your . . ."

"My cherry has been popped, if that's where you're going."

But he didn't want to ask how. "Are you sure you want to do this?"

"I've never wanted anything more," Andrea said dreamily.

Assuming that he was the more experienced of the two, Andy took over, kissing a path down her neck to her smallish breasts. Though not sizable, they were well-rounded mounds that sat perfectly on her chest. They were magnificent. He gently sucked each pointed nipple to the unintelligible sounds of pleasure that she emitted. After a couple of minutes of that, he kissed his way down to the pièce de résistance, her inner section.

Andrea spread her legs in anticipation, and she was not disappointed. The first touch of her father's tongue to her clit was electric. No one had ever done that to her. She wasn't sure the "boys" she'd slept with even knew how. That thought aside, her dad's tongue was like a surgical strike on her pussy. A penis just went in and out and in and out; and while with an experienced user—which she had never had—it could be quite pleasurable, a tongue, attached to a knowledgeable user could touch on all the right spots. Her dad was doing exactly that. If he kept it up, she feared she would go out of her mind with bliss.

And basically, she did. The orgasm hit her like a lightning strike. Andrea had never come with the "boys." She'd only ever climaxed from her fingers. But never anything like this. She felt as though every nerve in her body was on overload. But she loved it, screaming, "Yes, yes, yes," over and over.

There was something about a young, taut pussy—not that Andy had ever had one before, but he could tell—that made him want to devour it. It was the most delicious, unbelievably wonderful thing his mouth had ever experienced. Of course, the fact that it was attached to his daughter undoubtedly influenced his enjoyment. She was fresh, and he could partake of this delight endlessly. He kept at it until she was writhing nearly uncontrollably, and only when he was certain that her orgasm had subsided did he stop.

Andrea was breathing so heavily, Andy thought she might hyperventilate. "Are you okay?"

Between gasps, she huffed, "Oh, yes. I never thought it would be so intense."

Andy merely grinned, proud of himself.

When her breathing returned mostly to normal, Andrea pulled him up. "Your turn. Plus I want to feel that monster inside me." When he was in position, she reached down and guided his delicious cock into her wet and waiting pussy. If she thought her dad's tongue was a surgical strike, his massive cock was like a preemptive attack. It filled her completely. And when he started fucking her, nothing could describe the magnitude of it.

For Andy, as he slipped his cock into the softest, tightest-fitting glove he'd ever had, he thought his head would explode with pleasure. Once more, there was just something about the feel of a callow vagina. And it was his daughter's. He fucked her slowly to make it last.

"Oh, yeah," Andrea grunted. "Fuck me, dad. Fuck me. I love you fucking me."

That was an inducement for Andy. He didn't know if her dirty talk was just heat of the moment, genuine, some combination, or the fact that they were father and daughter. But it was working on him. Any one of those would have been enough to get him off. Altogether; they were a powder keg. Regardless what had happened here so far and how they chose to ignore or characterize the concept, one element was absolutely verboten. He could not, would not come inside her; much as that would be the icing on the cake.

Andrea could see the deep concentration on her father's face. Far from an expert, she would bet money he was about to come. She also knew that he knew he had the moral character not to blow his wad inside her, even though she would enjoy that. Saving him a difficult decision, she reached down, pulled him out and jerked his cock until he shot a massive load all over her abdomen. Surprisingly, that was a unique experience in itself. And so moved by the moment was she. Andrea spread the puddle all over her. She toyed with the idea of tasting a dollop, but feared that might be too extreme at this point.

Andy rolled over onto his back, breathing as heavily as Andrea had. To be playful, and end this on a less serious note, Andrea pounced on top of her father, smearing his cum on her all over him. It made him chuckle.

"So, I take it you consent?" she noted, deadpan.

In a burst of laughter, Andy rolled her off of him, grabbed their discarded garments and used them to clean them off.

"Thank you, daddy."

She rarely called him that. "No. Thank you."

And they both drifted off to sleep as they were.