Sarah's Lessons Continue

Michael let out another big sigh. "All of our talk about being honest, open, and permissive, so I guess this is the test, huh?"

Linda nodded before calling out to her daughter. "Honey, you can come in, now."

The next moment, Sarah timidly stepped into the room. As the young woman approached the bed, Linda felt blood rush to her cheeks, a lump forming in her throat.

"What the...?" Michael started again.

Throughout all of this, Linda had forgotten that both she and her daughter were totally naked! She eyed Sarah's beautiful, lithe body. Her blond hair was messy with sleep and sex, and her downy pubis stiff with dried juices and saliva.

I'm surprised Sarah didn't say something, or at least put something on, but here we are.

Linda gave her husband's cock another squeeze, surprised that he hadn't pulled her hand away. She was surprised and encouraged.

"Dad?"

Michael's mouth hung open, his eyes wide. "Yes?" was all he could say.

By now, Sarah stood inches away from her mother. Linda put her arm around her daughter's waist, pulling her closer.

"I...I..." Words came slowly for her.

"Sarah, it's okay, go ahead." Linda squeezed her butt. "This is a big step for all of us. Just say what you want to say. Nothing bad is going to happen, you know that."

Sarah bit her lower lip. "Dad, I heard you two last night..."

Michael nodded.

"And...and...Mom was pretending to be me."

Michael looked like he wanted to hide under the covers, his eyes unsteady. He fought to keep his fatherly demeanor and not make his daughter any more hesitant. Again he nodded.

"And you said you'd fuck your little girl, and then you came really hard."

Michael fought to find the right response. His first thought was to explain it away like it was nothing but, dammit, he wasn't going to lie to Sarah.

"Yes, sweetheart," he finally said. "You heard it all, I guess." He pulled himself up somewhat, placing a pillow behind his back in a half-sitting position. The covers fell down to just above his navel, revealing the start of a thick patch of pubic hair. Linda didn't release her grip on his cock.

Amazing, how he can keep this thing hard, even while talking to his daughter. That's a good sign.

"Well..." Sarah looked at her feet, like a shy, little schoolgirl, then turned her eyes to the ceiling. Finally, she looked directly at her father. "Did you mean it?"

Linda could feel her husband's heart pulsing double-time as she squeezed his manhood, his breaths becoming rapid.

"Michael." She gazed at his profile. "You can answer truthfully. It's okay. Just relax."

"Easy for you to say." He managed a weak smile. Michael knew the next thing he said carried a great deal of weight for his daughter, the family, and their future. Finally, he spoke.

"Yes." He swallowed. "Yes, honey. You've grown into such a beautiful young woman. I love you so much. Please don't think badly of me."

Michael's words calmed the young woman somewhat. Her face softened.

"Dad, it's okay that you want me. I don't mind." By now, her cheek rested on her mother's shoulder as Linda returned the affection. "It makes me happy, but I don't know what to do now."

Linda wanted to prompt her daughter, to move her along, but refrained, merely nuzzling the top of Sarah's head. Fortunately, Sarah continued.

"Dad, I..." She looked at her mother, then back at her father. "I still have my cherry."

Linda could feel Michael's cock twitching.

"Okay, honey," he said, reaching out to touch his naked child.

"Um..." her lips smacked again as she diverted her gaze for a moment, embarrassed. After a moment, she returned to looking at her stunned father. It was like she was asking to be trusted with the family car for the first time. "Maybe...maybe you can help me with that? Um...maybe you can take it for me?"

Linda looked toward the wall opposite their bed, eyeing their reflection in the vanity mirror. What she saw was a man and woman in bed, both pushing age forty. The man was attractive and somewhat muscular with a hint of a beer belly. The woman was slightly matronly, but pretty and full-breasted, with large areolas and thick pointed nipples. Both adults were disheveled somewhat from a night of sex and sleep. Beside them was their waifish, nude young daughter, looking as if she wanted to join them in their conjugal bed.

God, I wish I could capture this moment, at least this image, forever.

Michael had no words. It was his wife who came to the rescue.

"What do you think, darling? Tell us true."

At last, Father took a deep swallow, nodding, his eyes gazing at his daughter like he was seeing her for the first time. He couldn't stop his mouth from falling open, he was so surprised, almost overwhelmed, at what was transpiring.

"I can't believe this is happening," he said. "Pinch me to make sure I'm awake."

"Can you handle it, old man?" Linda teased, breaking the tension. She gave his nipple a playful tweak. Michael huffed, looking down at the rumpled bedclothes.

"We can try." He looked at his wife, then back to the young woman, his hand never leaving Sarah's bare shoulder. "I would be honored, but are you sure? Don't you want to save it for someone special?" Unsure, he again looked down at the covers concealing his nudity. "You know what I mean, honey."

"I don't know when I'll find that someone, Dad." Sarah kissed her father's hand, rubbing it against her cheek. "But I want to be a woman and not a virgin. I don't want to wait."

Michael's eyes continued to shift between his daughter's face and his wife's. He was unsure of what to do next. In the back of Linda's mind, there was a Boeing 707 at the airport with a seat she had to be on in a few hours, Michael had an extremely important meeting he couldn't ditch, and Sarah had school. What she had to say next was extremely difficult.

"Guys, I know this is the perfect moment, but let's put things into perspective. We all have to be somewhere else, and soon." Her voice broke on the last word, and a tear streaked down her cheek, she was so angry at the external factors that were pulling them away from that delicious moment.

Fucking work. I hate it so very much right now!

"But at the very least, you can see this!" Linda released her husband's cock and, with a swift motion of her arm, whipped back the covers to reveal his rock-solid erection.

Sarah gasped upon seeing her father's cock. It was her turn for her mouth to fall open as she gazed at his eight thick, healthy inches. He was by no means endowed like a porn star, but Linda knew he packed more than most.

"Jesus, Dad!"

"Isn't it a sight to behold, my love?" Linda's eyes twinkled as she gazed once again at her faithful, old friend. She never got tired of seeing her husband's proud tool. Again, her hand encircled it, pulling back the foreskin. Michael grunted, squirming, a drop of pre-cum beading at the slit on top of his swollen, purple helmet. Linda couldn't help but grin from ear to ear, pleased with herself, but also getting turned on.

"Come up here." Mother pulled her daughter up on the bed to where she was mere inches from her father's throbbing erection. "Go ahead." She tilted her head to the center of their attention. "It's okay to touch...and play."

Michael nodded with an anxious, pleading look in his eyes.

With the young woman's eyes transfixed on the object before her, Sarah reached out and wrapped her hand around Michael's cock. Linda released her grip, allowing her daughter to take over.

"Yes, baby, that's it." Linda couldn't help but groan with burgeoning lust. She couldn't take her eyes off Sarah holding her father's erection.

Oh, god, honey, that's so hot!

"Now your other hand."

Sarah, sitting on her heels on the bed, seized the shaft with both hands as if she was holding on for dear life. Michael winced in sweet agony, also gazing at her hands, and how small they looked encircling his pole.

"How does it feel?" Linda asked.

Sarah let out a little smirk. She looked at both her parents, nodding.

Linda reached into the nightstand drawer and pulled out a small bottle of olive oil. She uncapped it and dribbled some over the head of her husband's cock.

"Go ahead and play." Linda's pussy was throbbing by now. She turned to her man. "You don't mind, do you?"

Michael rolled his eyes, groaning.

Linda stroked her daughter's bare back as the young woman ran her hands up and down her father's morning wood.

"Oh, I like the oil, Mom." Sarah nodded as she gently massaged his shaft, getting to know every square centimeter. "Makes it nice and slick."

"Uh-huh."

"Good thing this is morning wood," Michael said, his voice hoarse with desire. "Your mother knows that if it was any other time, I would've already come. It's just my cock is so numb right when I wake up."

"That's why you can hold out for so long," Linda rubbed the hair on Michael's chest, gently teasing his nipples, something that didn't go unnoticed by him.

"That'll speed things up." He shot her a glance.

"I know." Touching both her husband and daughter simultaneously, Linda could feel the beautiful energy flowing among them, and it made her soul sing with delight. Surrounded by the people she loved most, she felt as if she were the conductor of a large orchestra, directing their every move, making everyone come together in a single, earth-shattering experience.

Or so she hoped.

"What do you think, love?" Mother couldn't help but place her hand over Sarah's. "Are you up to the challenge?"

"Oh, I know how he fucks you in the morning." Sarah's voice enflamed her mother's desire even more, especially when she used that word. "I can't believe the pounding you take and how long he can last before he comes."

Linda couldn't help but gasp.

Fuck, I'm going to start masturbating before long! Too goddamn sexy!

"Listening through the wall, I can get through at least two orgasms before you two are done."

"Jesus, honey!" Michael was now copiously dribbling pre-cum. A thick, pearlescent streak glistened on the back of Sarah's hand. "If we had known this sooner..."

Sarah giggled as she started to stroke her father's shaft. Immediately, Michael responded, trying to hold still, but he couldn't help but undulate, his buttocks tensing with each push.

"It's not going to break, Sarah." Linda squeezed Michael's thigh. Watching him move against his daughter's touch made her sick with lust.

Jesus, I don't know who needs release more...Michael, or me!

"Don't torture your father." Linda grew impatient. She desperately needed to watch Michael come for his daughter, and soon.

"Okay, Mom." The young woman upped the game, pumping her father's rod faster, making an audible slapping sound as she vigorously stroked it up and down. She leaned over to where her face was inches from her father's glistening tool.

"That's it, my love." Linda's eyes gleamed as she watched Sarah play. She could feel heat radiating from both of their bodies and realized her nipples were rock hard and tingling, her pussy drooling with need. "Make it come."

"Mmmm..." Michael quivered, grinning. "Oh, yeah. Now it's waking up."

"Fuck, yeah!" Linda's hand crept down to her thick, matted fur, a finger slipping inside as she watched Sarah masturbating her father. "Goddamn, you two."

Sarah glanced over at her mother, her eyes passing lovingly over her face, then her breasts, then down to her bush. Seeing Linda touching herself, the young woman smiled, nodding. Linda nodded back as her finger began massaging the spongy area behind her clit.

"Tell Sarah when you're going to come, honey," Linda whispered as she frigged herself. "She needs to watch you ejaculate." As if the young woman would miss it, but Mother didn't want her daughter to be distracted at that precious moment. She also wanted to synchronize her orgasm with Michael's

Father nodded. "Won't be long."

The next moment, Sarah leaned over and took one of her mother's nipples in her mouth, drawing on it like a newborn. Linda hissed as electricity sparked down to her already-throbbing pussy.

"Yes, my love." She whimpered. "Yes!"

Michael, taking it all in, groaned, nodding with approval. "Fuck, yeah!"

"Jesus, Michael," Linda's voice quivered as she nursed her hungry daughter. "Let's come together for Sarah."

Again, he nodded. His hips had synchronized with his daughter's strokes and he was literally fucking her hand. "Getting close, honey."

Sarah released her mother's breast, and she now focused on her father's orgasm. Her stroking increased as she started massaging his swollen testicles, provoking yet another positive response.

"Fuck, honey," Michael squirmed even more. "Goddamn!"

Linda could feel pressure welling up, about to spill over as her eyes locked on the tip of her man's penis.

"Are you?" She asked him.

"Uh-huh...yeah...yeah...here it comes...NOW!"

YES!!!

Michael's body spasmed as thick ropes of semen shot up like an oil gusher, one after the other, coming down to splash all over his thighs and stomach.

"GODDD...DAAAAMMMM..." He snarled, bucking against Sarah's hand as she milked his endless river of semen. For Linda, it was another Kodak moment.

Where's the video camera when you need it?

"That's it, honey, watch your father come...WATCH DADDY COME FOR YOU!!!" Linda's climax overtook her.

"Oh, fuck, you guys...fuck...FUCK!!!" She winced, savoring the intense, surging energy as her pussy gushed onto the bedclothes, all wet and sticky.

"Fuck, Dad! Mom!" Sarah gasped, watching both of her parents possessed by ecstasy. Despite everything, she maintained a firm grip on her father. The next moment, her mouth went to the source of the action.

"Oh, honey, I...son of a..." Michael gripped the bedclothes as Sarah took the helmet into her mouth.

"Goddamn, yes, honey, YES!!!" Linda squeezed out the last of her orgasm, juices pooling in the palm of her hand. "In your mouth...TASTE IT! SWALLOW IT!!!"

Michael fought to keep from grabbing his daughter's head and pushing it down on his now-sensitive organ. Sarah bobbed slightly as she gripped the base with both hands, trying to take more of him into her mouth.

"Jesus, honey." Michael, trying to hold still through the final spasms of his climax, watched in wonderment as his daughter's cheeks started bowing in from powerful suction.

"Fuck, Michael, look at that." Linda marveled at the scene unfolding before her.

The next moment Sarah took another inch into her mouth, cum and drool dribbling down her father's shaft and onto his balls as she slurped in even more.

Michael's eyes, wild with disbelief, looked at his wife. "How much do you think she can swallow?"

"We'll find out." Linda silently thanked those anonymous boys who taught her the ropes.

Sarah, eyes closed, choked, stopping for a moment while she took several deep breaths, then resumed. Her father's helmet had reached the back of her throat. Now she had to concentrate on relaxing, so it would slip on down.

Linda and Michael fell silent, watching their daughter as another inch of flesh disappeared past Sarah's lips.

God, her mouth looks so small compared to Michael's cock.

Another inch. Again, she paused, replenishing herself with oxygen, then resumed. Michael reached back to grip the headboard, his eyes locked on his daughter's mouth. Sarah's bobbing chin was getting closer and closer to her father's fat testicles. Linda studied her husband's pleasure-contorted face.

Goddamn, almost there, just a couple more inches! He looks like he's about to come again. Yes!

Quelling her gag reflex, Sarah arched her back, as if to steel herself for the final thrust. With a final lunge, she took all of her father's eight down her throat.

"Oh, fuck...goddamn!" Michael cried out, gripping the headboard even tighter as his daughter immediately started lunging up and down the entire length of his shaft, the wet, hydraulic cacophony of aggressive fellatio filling the room.

Linda remained silent, awestruck, her drenched hand still cupped against her pussy. Again, her finger started curling brusquely in the goo between her thighs.

"F-fuck, honey, it's coming again!" Michael couldn't believe he had rallied so quickly after the first orgasm. The pleasure was just too intense and compounded with the sight of his teenage daughter taking all of his manhood, her hungry mouth devouring him desperately, there was no holding back.

"Yes, honey, YES!!!" Linda watched in disbelief until a quick, sharp climax took her by surprise. Michael gave it up a split-second later.

"AHHHHHGGGG!!!" The headboard creaked as if it were about to come loose. Michael's body convulsed as he thrashed his head back and forth, trying not to buck his daughter off the bed.

Linda whimpered, blacking out for a moment, the manic sounds and feral odors of unbridled animal lust filling her senses.

Staying strong, Sarah moaned, eyes opening as she gazed up at her father with lust. Pleased with herself that she could elicit such a response, the young woman held on tight as he bucked and writhed, keeping all of him in her mouth, as he delivered another load, this time right down her throat. Linda managed to open her eyes to view the carnage, a mere shudder passing through her lips.

Fucking good. So fucking good. Oh, my god, Sarah is a fucking trooper!

The storm passed and all fell silent. Several minutes passed before Sarah released her father's flaccid cock. It fell aside, and Michael, totally spent, gazed at the ceiling, a vacant expression on his face. At last, Linda's fingers slipped out of her pussy.

"Baby?" She beckoned her daughter, who obeyed. With a goodly amount of juices still in her palm, she reached out and smeared them all over Sarah's face. The young woman licked her mother's hand, sucking on the fingers individually as sex juices dribbled down her chin.

Next thing Linda knew, she was making out with her daughter again, tasting her own musk, this time compounded with her husband's come, all delivered by Sarah's sweet, expert tongue.

Michael watched as mother and daughter went at it. The next moment, Linda was on her back as Sarah moved up between her open thighs. Without a word, they undulated together until they both climaxed. Linda laughed joyfully with motherly love and lust as their spasming bodies crested yet another mutual orgasm.

"Goddamn, Mom, oh, yeah...FUCK!!!" Sarah squeezed her eyes shut, teeth clenching, back arched as she pressed firmly against her mother.

Then all movement stopped. To say that none of them wanted to move ever again, never to leave the bed, was an understatement. Sun enveloped the room as birds chirped outside. Suddenly, Michael sat up.

"Son of a bitch!" He leaped out of bed, disappearing down the hallway.

"Late for work," Linda whispered into her daughter's hair as she held her face close to her breasts. "And I have to join him."

"Goddamn it." Sarah groaned. "Work, work, work."

Linda couldn't fully process all that had occurred that morning. So many taboos had been broken, and so many new emotions stirred up. Despite the deep peace and satisfaction that came from emotional and sexual consummation, her brain started spinning up again. She stood at the portal to a new, uncertain world filled with mystery and discovery.

What a difference a day makes.

"We've passed a milestone, wouldn't you say?" Linda's attempt at humor. Sarah merely snorted into her mother's breasts.

"Oh, Mom..." Daughter exhaled, not wanting to move. "More like several, but there's at least one more to go."

"That breakthrough will come in time, young lady." Linda teased. There was a long pause.

"That was a joke, right?" That unmistakable teenaged sarcasm had returned to Sarah's voice as she looked up at her mother's face. "Break my cherry? Come inside me?" Her eyes rolled before she placed another deep, passionate kiss on Linda's mouth. "Ha-ha, Mother."