Merrill and Jacob Ch. 15

Seven Years Later...

At eighteen, Ashley was packed off to attend NYU. Over the years, she and Merrill had had numerous, frank discussions about sex. Sexually, Ashley was conservative, and still a virgin. She was a beautiful girl. She had long, dark blondish hair. Her eyes were green. She was tall, slim, with a perfect ass, and great tits. Jake often thought of Ashley while he was banging her mother, and Merrill knew it. They even did it on Ashley's bed a few times, for the express purpose of enabling Jake's fantasy.

Although Ashley didn't date much, she had been fond, ever since her breasts appeared, of teasing Jake. She did this both out of playfulness, and out of a subconscious desire to try out her sexual assets on a man she felt completely safe with. This, Merrill assured him, was perfectly normal behavior for a teenage daughter.

While Ashley was at school, the home seemed terribly empty, and Merrill and Jake suddenly felt old. She returned home for the first time on Thanksgiving week. The fates had decreed that the three of them would spend Thanksgiving alone together, which suited them all just fine.

When Ashley came home for Thanksgiving, she arrived on the preceding Friday afternoon. Merrill was with her sister, Jill, picking out wedding things, and interviewing caterers. She would not be back for hours. Jake picked Ashley up at the airport. He had missed her so much! And, she him.

They embraced warmly at the luggage carousel, and headed home. They chatted happily all the way home. Once there, Ashley excused herself to go upstairs and unpack. Jake sat in the living room, with a beer, thinking about how mature Ashley seemed. A few months of seasoning, at a good university, had made a noticeable difference. She was becoming a real woman.

Jake was powerfully attracted to his daughter. Stepdaughter, he corrected himself. He and Merrill had often discussed, frankly, how sexy and alluring she had become. He began to get an erection. He heard someone come down the stairs. It could only be Ashley, but the cadence, the sound, was not her characteristic thunder run. It was slower, and delicate.

He turned his head, and saw a different person. Ashley wore a tight, black leather minidress. It had a low cut, strapless neckline, and was barely long enough to cover her round ass. She had dark stockings on her long, shapely legs, with seams up the back. The tops of her bosoms were pushed up, and out, on full display. Her long hair cascaded over one shoulder. Her high heels accounted for her restrained gait.

Jake stood, with his jaw on the floor, taking it all in. His erection grew, distending his thin shorts. Ashley smiled innocently, and asked, "What do you think, Dad?" He slowly approached her. She had never seen his expression before. She explained, "My friends thought I should have one outfit that was sexy...you know, to drive men wild...." Jake stopped about a foot away from her, breathing heavily. She looked down, deliberately, at his erection. He gathered her in his arms, holding her body tight to his.

Into her ear, he asked, "Who are you wearing it for?"

She whispered, "I'm wearing it for you...."

Jake squeezed her more tightly, and writhed about, smearing his entire body against hers. She sighed. He kissed her, hard, on the mouth. They both gave in to desire. They went wild, opening their mouths, and kissing passionately. Jake held her ass firmly in his hands, something he had long dreamed of doing. The pair released a flood of repressed lust. They had never before touched in a frankly sexual way.

After a short time, he swept her up in his arms, and carried her up the stairs, to her room. They kissed the entire way. He set her down, on her feet, next to her frilly canopy bed, and feverishly removed his t-shirt and shorts. She stood, breathless. He swept a few things off her bed with his arm, and seized her. He unzipped the back of the dress, and peeled it off of her. She was braless. She wore a black garter belt, and filmy black panties. He ripped the panties apart in an instant.

Jake tore the covers off of the single bed with a swipe of his hand. He picked Ashley up, by the waist, and set her down on the bed. Like a wild man, he jumped onto the bed, and assumed a plank position, over her. Ashley, bless her heart, had the presence of mind to reach for the baby oil on her nightstand. Her hands shaking, she took a palmful, and rubbed it into her pussy. She took another palmful, and spread it over his erection. Setting the bottle down, she worked the oil more deeply into her snatch. Ashley had used the oil to masturbate countless times, and she lubricated herself expertly in just seconds.

Jake looked down into the face he loved more than any other, and kissed her on the mouth. He used one hand to wipe the head of his penis up and down in her slit. Then, he lowered his hips, to slide his cock along her pussy. He felt the nub of her clitoris slide under his cock. This was as much foreplay as either of them had patience for.

Jake briefly regretted that he had no momentous words to say, such as "The Eagle had landed," or "I come in peace for all mankind." Perhaps, "I came, I saw, I conquered" would have been more appropriate. Jake then realized he had forgotten to check whether she had a hymen or not. It was too late, now, for Jake was barely able to restrain himself from drilling into her in one powerful thrust. She still wore a black lace garter belt, black stockings, and black stiletto heels. The virgin/whore contrast made Jake delirious.

Jake worked his cock head between her pussy lips, and to the entrance to her vagina. He pushed inward, slowly. He felt a little resistance after the first half inch or so. Looking deeply in to each other's eyes, he pushed through her maidenhead, and into virgin territory. Ashley gasped with the sting of her hymen being displaced. Jake plowed ahead, utterly unable to stop his advance.

Ashley grimaced, and furrowed her brow. She had been completely comfortable with the idea of being prised open by this world-class stud. Jake's passage into her depths distended her tissues severely. Now that she was experiencing his ardor, she feared he would surely rip her wide open. Jake was mad with lust. He had never experienced a more gratifying feeling in his life. He slid in, slowly, but continuously. When he bottomed out, he gasped. He wiggled his hips a little, generating some luxurious friction inside her.

Jake savored the warm grip she had on his cock. After mere seconds, he stiffened, looked down at her face, and erupted inside. His ejaculation went on so long he feared that his system had broken, somehow. It felt as if he were expelling quarts of semen. When his cock stopped pulsating, he carefully pulled out.

Jake was not remotely satisfied. He had never had a more enjoyable experience, but he was desperate for more. However, he loved Ashley enough to overcome his own desires. Jake rose up on his knees, and looked down. As her vagina contracted to approximately its previous dimensions, white cream flowed copiously from it. Jake had never seen so much cum in one place. He would remember that gratifying sight to his dying day.

Jake snapped back to reality. The enormity of what he had just done overwhelmed him. He got out of bed, and pulled a sheet over Ashley. He pulled his shorts on, over his greasy erection. He asked, "Are you all right, Ashley?"

Ashley was breathing rapidly, and looked to be in shock. She had dreamed, for years, what she would say to the hero who deflowered her, usually imagining that hero to be her Dad. She had the presence of mind to say, "Thank you, Dad. Thank you for being my first. I will always remember this moment, and you."

Tears welled up in Jake's eyes. He ached to climb atop her, and return his erection to its rightful place inside her. Instead, he said, "Ashley, I think we should get cleaned up, and talk about this downstairs. Okay?"

She asked, with sweet innocence, "Have you had enough? I mean, do you need more? You could do it again, or I could try sucking you."

He shook his head, and said, "I love you, Ashley."

"I love you, too, Dad. I'll be down in a little while."

Jake trembled with uncertainty as he showered, dressed, and went downstairs. He drank a beer, and set out a bottle of white wine, with two glasses, for the girls. Girls. They were both women, now, thanks to him. He swelled with pride at how his daughter handled her first time. He cringed with fear at the potential repercussions. When Ashley came downstairs, she exhibited the noisy, galumphing gait that was an inside joke in the family. He couldn't help but smile.

She sat in a chair, and poured herself wine. She touched her glass to Jake's beer bottle, and drank it all, rapidly. She poured another glass, sat back, and looked at her father. She broke into a beaming smile. Jake had a hangdog look, as if he felt guilty or ashamed. She was handling it better than he.

Ashley said, "I am so grateful to you, Dad, for doing that." He looked at her, sheepishly. She said, "Finally, it's over! No more waiting, and wondering. Who? When? How? Why?" She took a sip of wine, and said, "You have always been my first choice. Now my dream has come true, and I feel like a huge weight has been lifted from me."

Jake asked, "How are you, though, Ashley?"

"Oh, it hurt some, but it was still wonderful. It's still sore, but not any more than my muscles are after a hard workout at the gym. No pain, no gain. I'm doing great." She raised her glass to him, and they toasted each other. After an awkward pause, she asked, "So, what's next?"

Jake leaned toward her, saying, "First, there's your mother, my wife, to think of. What do we say? I think we have to tell her, Ashley."

"I'd like for her to know, Dad. I don't think she will mind. She and I have talked a lot over the years, about my first time, and picking the right guy. Your name has come up, every time. She has never forbidden it. It honestly think you would be her number one choice, for me, also."

Jake breathed a huge sigh of relief, "I am soooo glad to hear that. She and I have talked about it, too, over the years. She had said, more than once, that I might one day be your first, on that very bed."

Ashley smiled, "That is so sweet, Dad! I love you. I'm glad it was you. I will always say nice things about the guy who did it. Which one of us should break the news?"

Jake said, "I'm the older one. I don't know how, but I'll do it, if I have to."

Ashley said, "I'll do it. If I stumble, we can help each other through it."

They toasted again. They drank moderately, and watched TV, for about an hour. Suddenly, Ashley jumped to her feet, and exclaimed, "I got an idea!" She sprinted upstairs. A few minutes later, she returned, wearing her fluffy robe. She stopped in the living room, and said, "I'll tell Mom. No problem."

Jake prayed that Ashley would come through, telling her mother. They heard Merrill's car pull into the garage. The key turned in the lock, and Merrill came inside. To Jake, the simple process of Merrill entering the home was a drawn-out, ominous eternity. She took off her coat, and walked into the living room. She kissed Ashley and Jake on the cheek, and Jake poured her wine.

Ashley turned off the television, and said, "Mom, I have, we have, exciting news. I've made a decision. I have thought this through from every angle, Mom and Dad. I am proud to say that I am returned home a complete virgin." Merrill raised her eyebrows. Ashley continued, "However, this cannot last much longer. I don't want it to last much longer. I don't have a boyfriend, and never have, but I will, one day, soon. At school, being a virgin is a disgrace, an embarrassment. I came here, determined to get some sexual experience, now."

Merrill and Jake tensed for what was coming next. After a long pause, Merrill asked, "Are you saying what I think you're saying?"

Ashley looked directly to Jake, and said, "There is only one man in the world that I truly trust. He loves me, and I love him. He's an expert, and he'd be the best possible teacher."

Merrill said, "Well, Ashley, it sounds like you are approaching this decision in an intelligent and mature manner. The answer is yes." Both Ashley and Jake were startled by this rapid acceptance of an outrageous proposal. Merrill explained, "Your father and I have talked about this over the years, Ashley. It is expected, and natural, for you two to be attracted to one another. Who else would I trust to be my daughter's first?"

"Mom, we are both delighted to hear you say that. I did something foolish, today." Merrill cringed, inwardly. Ashley said, "You remember that my friends pressured me to get a really hot outfit for dancing?" Merrill nodded. Ashley stood, and said, "This afternoon, I modeled it, for Dad." Ashley dropped her robe off her shoulders, revealing herself in her black leather minidress.

Merrill gasped, "Ashley! Oh, my word! Well, that's certainly hot, and very sexy! What do you think, Jacob?"

Jake was unable to answer. Ashley said, "Mom, I modeled it for Dad this afternoon. That was a mistake, in one sense, and a blessing, in another." Merrill looked from one to the other. "Mom, I am very happy, and I feel great. I love you both."

Merrill looked at her daughter with her mouth agape. She asked, slowly, "Are you saying...."

Jake said, "I couldn't help myself, Merrill. I was so happy to see Ashley, and then that dress.... It just came over us."

Merrill was astonished, "You mean, that you two...already?" Both Ashley and Jacob nodded. Merrill asked, "Was it...consensual?" Ashley smiled and nodded. Merrill began to cry, and said, "Oh, come here, you two." The three of them hugged, warmly, and cried. After a while, Merrill said, "Oh, this is a surprise, but a happy one! Tell me everything! Sit right here, Ashley."

For the first time ever, Merrill saw Jake Taggert shed tears, "Oh, Merrill, I am so proud of that kid. It was a beautiful moment, honey, it really was." They hugged and kissed, and wiped the tears from one another's faces.

Merrill sat between her daughter and her husband. They told all, in intricate detail. In conclusion, Ashley said, "Mom, I am happy. I wanted this, someday, if not today. I feel fine. I'm just a little sore, that's all."

Merrill hugged each of them again, and said, "I had hoped to be present for the big moment, but I understand, and I'm all right with it, this way. Jacob, you say you came quickly, and pulled out? How?"

"It was difficult. I did it for Ashley."

Merrill patted him on the thigh, and said, "You are wonderful, darling. You must be bursting. We'll take care of you. You and Ashley are going to have a busy week. What are your thoughts, Jacob?"

I think that I am the luckiest man in the world! Jake took care to temper his enthusiasm for this course of action, and said, "Ashley, you are a beautiful woman, who I love dearly. Of course, I want to be closer to you, in any way possible."

Merrill said, "Carefully spoken, dear." Ashley got up to hug her Mom and Dad. Merrill said, "We have already agreed, Ashley, that I must be present whenever you to get romantic with each other. This afternoon doesn't count. Okay?" Ashley nodded enthusiastically. Merrill asked, "We'll start off with just a little hugging and kissing, and take it slow. We have all week. Ashley, would you prefer a beer?"

Ashley said, too quickly, "Yes!" Beer was the drink of choice on college campuses, and Merrill was not surprised that Ashley had developed a taste for it.

Merrill said, "You two sit on the couch, and get acquainted. I'll bring the beers." When Merrill stepped into the living room with two cold beers, Ashley and Jake were sitting on the couch, holding each other tightly. She admonished, "Hey, hey, you two, get a room!" Merrill sat on the loveseat, facing the couch from across the coffee table. Ashley drank several big gulps of beer.

Merrill said, "Start with some kissing and necking. Ashley, whenever you feel you've gone far enough, for now, you can call a halt to it, until you are ready for more. I can take care of your father, in the meantime."

Ashley said, self-consciously, "I have to say something. I have done kissing, and French kissing, and I have held a penis once, for just a few seconds. That's all I've done. That's as far as I've gone, until today." Jake responded with a kiss on the lips. Kissing came so naturally for the two that they were Frenching passionately in a matter of seconds. Jake had a prominent bulge in his shorts. They explored one another's mouths with their tongues.

Father and daughter ended their extended kiss, and looked into each other's eyes. Jake kissed her all over her neck and throat. Ashley moaned, eyes closed, and head laid back. She opened her eyes, and said, "Get undressed, Daddy." Merrill raised her eyebrows. So, it's going to be 'Daddy,' is it? It comes from a good place, so I guess I'll allow it. Jake stood, and reached for the hem of his t-shirt. Ashley jumped up, and cried, "No, wait! I want to do it. I've wanted to do this for years and years!"

Ashley helped Jake off with his shirt, revealing the sculpted body all women craved. She ran her fingers over his abdominal muscles, as if playing the washboard. She got down on her knees to pull his shorts down. Ashley did not take any special precautions to guide his erection past the waistband. Jake's cock caught on the waistband of his shorts. He flinched before his cock sprang out, into freedom. Merrill cried, "Be careful with that waistband, Ashley!"

"Ooh, sorry, Dad!"

Ashley knelt, face-to-face with a cock for the first time. The moment was suggestive of oral sex, but Ashley was not ready for that, yet. She sat down on the couch, and Jake followed her. Merrill placed a bottle of lubricant on the coffee table in front of them. She said, "I'm sure it's too soon for Ashley to have intercourse, again. If I may make a suggestion, maybe I should swallow Jacob's next orgasm."

Ashley sat, mesmerized by Jake's cock. She said, "Oh, please, I want to see it come. I need to see that."

Merrill said, "Put some lubricant in your hand, and oil it up. Be very gentle, dear, because the skin is extremely sensitive and delicate."

Ashley was right-handed, so she picked up the bottle with her right hand, and poured lube into her left palm. Realizing that the oil was in the wrong hand, she awkwardly tried to pour it from her left hand into her right. All three laughed at the silly situation. Her rookie mistake greatly eased the tension in the room. Ashley fearlessly grabbed his erection in her hand. She held it lightly. He said, "Up and down, honey, up and down." Ashley stroked him, as instructed, sliding her grip up to the head, and down to the root.

Breathlessly, Jake urged her, "Faster! Tighter! Harder!" Ashley didn't know how to reconcile Jake's frantic instructions with her mother's admonishment to go easy on him. Jake squirmed about with his entire body, continuing to say, "Faster! Faster! Faster!" Ashley's arms grew tired from the unaccustomed motion. She was relieved when he ejaculated, skyward. Thick streams of white gel erupted from the tip of his cock. Half a dozen large gobs flew two or three feet in the air. Another half dozen shots dribbled out of his cockhead, running down his shaft, and coating Ashley's hand.

Most of the semen had ended up on Jake. A couple of gooey ejections had landed on the sofa cushions, and Ashley's hand dripped with cum. Merrill hurried to the end table, and returned with baby wipes. She doled them out to her husband and daughter. They cleaned up with much amusement. Merrill said, to Ashley, "Now you know why we have wet wipes stashed everywhere."

After the mess was gone, they took a bathroom break. Ashley took the opportunity to ask her mother, privately, "Mom, I have a problem. There's jizz still dripping out of me. Can I try your flusher thing?" Merrill kissed her, and they met in Ashley's bathroom for a quick demonstration on how to wash Jake's semen out of a pussy.