The Education of Dan Thomas

"Come on baby, give it to me, harder!"

The bed was already slamming the wall. I had my feet braced on the footboard. Becky's legs were wrapped around me, pulling me in. Damn I am so glad I'm married to this woman! I glanced at the clock as our pelvises collided in a damp thump. An hour, we'd been having sex for over an hour. The fucking part for half of that. I had to keep slowing down to keep going. My wife's nasty mouth was a huge turn on.

"Give me that cock, man! Oh fuuuuucccckkkkk yes!"

I felt her twitch, another orgasm. I don't count them, don't care. Besides I was too close now.

"Oh babe, I'm cummin now! Can't hold back!" I grunted.

"Do it lover! Fill me up! Cum for me you fucker!"

Her heels dug into my back. That's all it took. I went deep and felt the tingle up through my balls as my cum jetted into my wife's soaked tunnel. I groaned with the joy.

"Ohhhhhh yeeeesss, baby! Take it all, take my cum lover!"

A few more slow strokes to finish my orgasm and I slowly pulled out and rolled off her. I was on the dry side. We rolled and faced each other.

"I love you Dan Thomas, and I want to be your lover forever."

I hugged her.

"That would make me the luckiest man alive."

Our breathing slowly returned to normal. Becky smiled.

"I made some wet spot here, looks like we cuddle on your side tonight. Go take a quick shower, you're faster, then I'll go."

I rolled out and headed for the en-suite, she stopped me.

"Hey, no, remember, it's grouting day."

We were having the whole bathroom re-done and today they re-grouted the shower. I smiled and headed out of the room, still naked, for the hall bath, still high on our love making.

When I got there the door was closed, I was confused, but as I reached for the knob, it opened and I was face to face with our 20 year old daughter. She had arrived late in the night from college. I knew she was due but for some odd reason, got distracted. Now I was standing in the dimly lit hall, naked, still half hard, my cock shiny with her mother's and my collective fluids. Georgina was surprised at first but stopped, gave me a good look over and slipped by me, actually brushing against me, still smiling broadly.

"Nice one Dad, VERY nice!"

George, as she likes to be called, had on a long tee and I could see the outline of her panties under it. Her five foot six frame pranced towards her room, a barely audible giggle punctuating the closing of her door. I was mortified. In my lust for my wife I'd forgotten she was coming home. We'd been really, really noisy and now I was embarrassed. Well, what's done is done. I went in, took a quick shower and went back to our room. I told Becky. She covered her mouth and howled. I was glad she thought it was funny.

"Oh Dan, lighten up. Geez, the girl is going into her senior year at college. I bet she's seen and done plenty. I can only imagine what went on all last year in Italy. Don't be so uptight."

Becky got up and still naked walked out to take her shower. I still felt funny having been seen naked, not to mention naked and covered in sex juice, by my youngest child. Oh well. Becky came back and we settled on the dry side of the bed and quickly fell into the hands of Morpheus.

The next morning dawned bright and clear, the sun pouring through the window. I woke, noting that Becky was long gone. She's the H.R. manager for the hospital and is out the door by eight. I make decent living writing suspense novels after my retirement from the Fire Department so my schedule is a bit more flexible. As I lay there mentally greeting the day, the pleasure of last night came to mind. My smile was short-lived as I remembered my meeting with George in the hall. I heard her downstairs in the kitchen. Well, I might as well go address it.

I got up and put on briefs and sweatpants, topped off with one of my old Fire Department tee shirts. I usually dressed in jeans and a button down shirt for the day, my way of not becoming a total slob. But I wanted to get this embarrassing meeting out of the way as soon as possible.

George was at the dining room table, her breakfast in front of her. She was perusing the morning paper, a coffee cup in her hand as I passed through.

"Hey, morning Dad!"

She seemed very normal, I guess that was good. I rounded up some food and a cup and joined her. I took the carafe and poured my coffee. She was still casually reading the paper, scanning and flipping the pages. She looked up as I sat.

"I woke up in time to catch mom on her way to work and say hello, but it will be nice to actually have you to myself."

I didn't have any idea what that meant, I was still feeling stupid, time to get it out.

"George, about last night..." She didn't even look up.

"What about it Dad?"

"Well, I'm sorry you saw..."

She was still face down in the paper taking a forkful of eggs. She interrupted me and looked up.

"You naked? You standing there in the hall naked after you and Mom had torn up the sheets for over an hour, that?"

Her tone was conversational, casual, as if discussing what was on TV last night. I must have turned fire truck red.

"Yes, that, I forgot you were due home, we were umm, well and our shower was out of service and oh hell, I'm sorry, it won't happen again."

Now she seemed to understand. George put her fork down, dropped the paper and looked at me.

"Dad, you're embarrassed? You're THAT embarrassed? Oh shit! Now I'm sorry. Seriously Dad, it was nothing. I'm twenty years old. I was a pretty naïve little girl when I went off to college. But I'm a lot different now. I stopped being a virgin, well, a long time ago. Jenny's been a great roommate. She opened my eyes and took care of me. We just spent a semester studying in Italy. We've seen and done a lot. So a naked man doesn't even make the needle move. Oh and so what if it's my Dad. Oh and the racket? Let me tell ya something Dad. Frank and I have listened to you two for years..."

I was red again, I never knew. She continued.

"You know what it meant to us? It meant our parents loved each other very much. It meant unlike a lot of our friend's folks you weren't going to get divorced and fuck up our lives. Plus we learned sex is good and fun when you love the person. So, hearing you two fuck was security to us. Still is."

With that she stood and took her cup and plate into the kitchen. I watched as she put them in the dishwasher. I was wrong, she didn't have panties on last night, it was a thong and I was treated to the view of the back strap cleaving my daughter's firm ass as she bent over. She was so damn casual.

As she returned I moved my chair back to put my dishes away. George just plopped into my lap facing me. I felt her weight on me. Yeah, she's my daughter but she's a very attractive woman. The crotch of her thong was sitting right on my crotch. The nipples of her B cup, braless breasts were brushing my chest through her tee shirt. I was worried. She put her arms over my shoulder and gave me kiss on my forehead.

"Dad, I'm a big college girl now. It's no big deal and you really have to stop obsessing. Oh stop blushing! I'm just warning you, you have an adult woman living here this summer so be cool. Okay? Mom's fine with all this, we had a little more of a chat than I let on. Please?"

I looked her in the eyes.

"Okay baby, I'll try, but it's gonna take a bit of getting used to."

George shifted a little as she got up.

"Great Dad, glad to hear it. Hey, I'm off to visit Sarah."

She got up and headed up the stairs. Half way up I heard her half laughing.

"You better take care of that or you won't get any books written today."

I went red again. My dick was rock hard from her crotch massaging it and she knew it. Oh this is going to be along summer.

I did take care of it, right after she left. It didn't take long either. But I only thought about Becky. That was Monday. Tuesday, George started her job. Becky got her a job at the hospital and they drove in together, except for Saturday. George worked Tuesday through Saturday and had Sunday and Monday off.

Late Wednesday night I got up to go pee. The bathroom work was going slowly. The shower was done but now the floor was torn up. Mindful of my daughter I put on boxers and a tee and went down the hall to the bathroom. The door was open and the room was dark, much to my relief. I went in, shut the door tightly and took my piss. I shut the light back off and opened the door only to be presented with George, in the hall, waiting, completely naked. I hadn't seen her naked since she was eight. I couldn't stop myself from looking, admiring, quickly. She's about five six or so. Not thin, just curvy enough; like her Mom. Her breasts stick right out; I noticed the nipples were hard. She looked like a B cup size with nice half dollar areolas. There's a tattoo of some kind just above her totally shaved sex. She's a beautiful woman, daughter or not. Brunette hair comes just down to her shoulders and she was wearing a smirk. She stood and let me look for a second or two and then brushed by me into the bathroom saying,

"Okay, now we're even."

I turned and went back to my room, noting, once again, I was well on my way to hard. Dammit.

The rest of the week there were no 'wardrobe malfunctions.' For five days I woke up to an empty house. Wednesday they were late. There had been a screw up in the drug inventory and every drug locker had to be inventoried, all hands were needed. The two of them didn't get in till eight. The evenings were spent listening to George tell us about Italy. She and her roommate Jenny had stayed with a French couple, about our age, who were in Italy for work and rented rooms to make ends meet. The Roux's had two children, but they were in college in Switzerland. We heard about the museums, the food, the boys. She had a great time. The Roux's kids came home for a week and the four of them had quite a good time. Plus, Jenny's brother came over for a weekend. It was a very busy semester and she had taken a lot of pictures. By the time Saturday rolled around I thought I knew everything that happened. I was to find that was not the case.

That morning, I assumed consciousness with the wonderful feeling of a warm mouth around my cock. Looking down I saw my naked wife lovingly servicing me. She felt me move. Her mouth slid off my hard.

"Geez I didn't think you were ever waking up. I thought I'd lost my touch."

She went back to sucking me.

"Well, babe, it's been a while since you did this, I was pleasantly surprised, that's all."

Becky sucked me deep and hard for a few strokes. She knows just what it takes to get me to the edge. I was feeling the wave when she stopped and with my cock still in her mouth said.

"Surprised it was me?"

With that she deep throated me, totally making me forget what she just said. My wife was face fucking me hard and I was ready.

"Fuck baby, you're gonna get my cum!"

She moaned around my cock and I felt her tongue caressing the head. I just lay back and let the wave ride over me. She held me tight and as my cum jetted into her mouth she moaned and swallowed. Oh I do love this woman. She let me drop and noisily swallowed.

"I love the way you taste."

She moved and lay on top of me. Now I remembered her remark.

"What was that 'surprised it was me' comment about?"

She smiled and ran her fingers over my face.

"Baby, just playing with you. You're so uptight, it was easy."

I smiled, sort of.

"Yeah, well, I guess you're right. I'll try and ease up."

Her rubbing was working. She cooed,

"mmmmm that's not eased up Baby, it's stuck up, now put it in me, you owe me, man!" Showers and new sheets were needed in an hour, or two.

The rest of Saturday was not noteworthy. There was yard work to be done and that took most of the day. After that it was cocktail time so we hung around the pool, swam and talked. Sunday was brunch by the pool and a trip to the mall. I had noticed that since the two of them started working together George and Becky seemed a lot closer now, almost like sisters. It was very nice to see. They spent a while in Victoria's and both came out arm in arm, with bags and grins. We had lunch at Ruby Tuesday's and then a long trip to Barnes & Noble. A great weekend.

Monday, however was, um, interesting. I had been editing my latest book for most of the morning. I had breakfast with George, who was already in her tan bikini, set for a day by the pool. We ate at the table out on the deck. The bikini was nothing special, brief but not ridiculous. She looked great. Trim and tanned, the old bikini fit her like a friend. I had to admit I really liked looking at her. As I sat and chatted, I noticed that her nipples were beginning to show through the top. I should have ignored it but I didn't. They looked too nice and I had vivid memories of seeing them naked last week. George held my eyes while talking and always seemed on the edge of saying something. But she'd pause and change the subject. When I got up for anything she just watched me. I had a feeling but I knew I was wrong. Besides, I had a book to edit.

I thought nothing of it and went in to work. After four hours of re-reading my own work I was bored and thoroughly disgusted with what a terrible writer I am, fortunately, a few hundred thousand readers disagree, I slipped on a swimsuit, figuring I'd relax in the midday heat with a swim and then get back to work.

Stepping out the slider I saw George at the far end of the pool. She was lying out, face down, on one of the lounges, sunning herself, stark naked. The bikini was in a tiny pile next to her. I know she heard the door but she made no indication of that. I just had to pause. She looked amazing, I had to admit. She had a tan from her time on the Adriatic so her skin already had tone. Her butt stuck up, just enough. It was round and full and firm. Her shoulders were just wide enough to accent her waist and her back dipped nicely just above her ass. There was another tattoo on her upper thigh I had missed the first time, some kind of flower, very well done and not overly large. Her whole body glistened with the tanning oil and sheen of perspiration. She looked, not beautiful, she looked exotic. It was much better to see her in the sunlight instead of the dark hall. Her hair was off to the far side and her face was to me with her eyes mostly closed. I don't think she noticed that I was aware she was watching me. I sighed. Another test. Well, fuck this, if she doesn't mind and her mother doesn't mind, so be it. I had to admit I love looking at her. I'll just accept that she likes it too.

"You're going to get that ass burned you know."

She fully opened her eyes now. I think she was disappointed that her torment didn't work.

"Nah, Mom oiled me up before she left. Besides I've got quite a base going."

Standing there, looking her over I finally noticed that she had no tan lines, at all, anywhere.

"Yeah, I guess you do, all over, it seems." She smiled at me.

"The joy of Croatia, Dad, totally nude beaches, not just topless, totally nude."

I walked over to dive into the pool.

"Well, must be nice seeing all those hot Mediterranean guys." She laughed,

"A few but mostly it was slimy Eurotrash and fat slobs in thongs literally drooling on me as they walk by, it's mixed blessing. If it wasn't for Jenny's brother and the Roux's kids we would have been starved for intelligent company."

I dove in on that visual and made a few laps to cool off. I stopped at the shallow end and just stood in the water.

"Your time in Europe sure has changed you."

She just lay there and talked to the ground, turning to face me being a bit of a twist.

"Well dad, they do have a much more casual attitude, that's for sure. It's like your body isn't such an uptight big deal. It took Jenny and I a little bit to get used to it but after that we loved it. I hope me lying around like this isn't bothering you?"

Oh, it bothered me but not that way.

"No, I'm okay with it. After all we're family, right?"

There was a long pause, like she was going to say something and held back.

"Yeah, dad, over there it takes on a whole different meaning."

I wasn't exactly sure what she meant, so I left it alone.

George craned her neck a little to see me. The pool deck is only about six feet wide so the lounge she was on was maybe three feet from me.

"Dad, I have to pee."

I was mildly confused.

"So, go pee."

She sighed.

"You are so dense. I'm covered in oil and sweat."

I still wasn't getting it.

"So what? You gotta pee, go pee."

She smiled now, that wasn't good.

"That means I have to get up, you ready for that?"

Oh, another test. Okay, I'm ready, besides I was in the water so if my cock decided to forget she was my daughter at least I wouldn't get teased about it, again.

"Hey George, you told me to lighten up, I've got an adult woman living with me, so yeah, I'm ready."

I know she intentionally slowly rolled over and opened her shiny legs. Moving one off, giving me a very clear view of her vagina. It was beautiful. Tight, her lips small and the outer lips plump, the oil and sweat giving the whole area a shine. No hair anywhere, of course and I swear tanned. She placed both her legs on the deck towards me. I refused to look away, she was trying to taunt me and I was not going to literally blink. She paused, I didn't move. Maybe I should have.

"Well, I can't go inside all sweaty and oily like this and the pool water would wash off the oil, so I hope you don't mind if I do it the beach way."

I was confused, but one thing I did know was that this girl knew how to push the edge, so I was wary. George got up and just stepped off the pavers and onto the mulch bed. NO! I thought, She wouldn't! Yeah, she would and she did. She just has to be at the edge, particularly with me. George backed up a foot or so and leaned her back against the fence, arched her hips, and basically aimed herself at me. A few seconds later I watched as her pussy opened a little and a steady strong stream of clear pee arched out towards me, splashing on the bark mulch. I looked up and George was in my eyes. Her look seemed to challenge me to either look away or say something. I just watched, I was shocked but I just gave her a smile like I see hot girls pissing on my mulch every day. My cock was rock hard, however. I have a thing about watching women pee, not on me, just pee. Her stream tapered off and she got back up, still looking at me, not saying a word, just smiling. I just smiled back. I raised this girl, I knew if I stopped taking the bait her behavior would calm down. I was wrong.

"Well, that was interesting."

George just sat down and gave me another show as she lay on her back this time, legs slightly open.

"Well, dad, I did ask you if you minded."

"True, and Mom will appreciate the fact that you didn't mess up her house. However peeing in the yard was not quite what I expected."

She lay back and closed her eyes.

"Yeah well there might be a lot of things you don't expect."

I was going to ask more but didn't want to play into her game. Two more laps and I went inside. Yes, of course I masturbated to the image of my daughter pissing, who wouldn't? Then it was back to work.

By two it was time for another break. I got my suit back on and went out to the pool. George had finished sunning and had actually put her suit back on. She was under one of the umbrellas now, on a lounge, reading a book. I did a few laps and took a set on the lounge next to her. I noticed a cooler, beer and Seagram's coolers. I popped open a cold one and, sipping the beer, I leaned back.

"So George, what's the deal with those nude beaches?"