“Hold it in your hand and point it toward your mouth. You can start by licking the head, or up and down the shaft. Then open your mouth and work it in. Lick while you do it if you can. Then move your mouth up and down and suck.”
“Okay. I hope I do this right.” Her small hand stroked me lightly. “Will you hold my hair back? I want you to be able to see what I'm doing so you can tell me how to make you feel good.”
The very first touch of her tongue to the head of my cock was answered by an ooze of pre-cum. She grinned at me and licked it off. It sounded like she said something about it tasting good, but it was hard to hear her over the pounding of my own pulse. She did it a few more times, flicking her tongue across the tip, then swirling it around. She paused to smile at me.
“Is that okay, Dad?”
It took me a second to even realize she had spoken. “It's wonderful,” I gasped.
She ran her tongue around the rim of my helmet, then down the underside of my shaft to the base. When she came back up, she pursed her lips into a kiss, allowing a fraction of an inch of the head between them as her tongue teased it, much as she had done to my own tongue an hour, or a lifetime, ago. Then she tilted my cock a little to the side, and ran her tongue up and down the length, doing her best to wrap it around my girth.
“Put it in your mouth now, honey,” I said.
“Okay.”
She opened wide, extended her tongue, and moved onto me. When she had taken a few inches, she closed her lips tight, trapping me against her tongue. Slowly, she eased back until I popped out from between her lips.
“Am I doing it right?”
“Oh, fuck, yes!” I gasped.
She took me in her mouth again, holding me by the base, so that my entire cock was sheathed in her tissues. This time, she bobbed up and down on me, using her hand as a guard to keep her from taking too much. Every time she pulled back, she would stop, resting the tip of my cock on her lower lip and licking as much of it as she could. After a dozen or so slow strokes, she came up for air. “Does that feel good, Dad?”
“Honey,” I panted, “that feels great.”
She giggled. “You have that cute look on your face again.”
“What do you mean?”
“I saw it in the living room earlier when I was stroking you. That look you got about a minute before you exploded all over the place,” she giggled.
“I'm getting there.”
“Good. I'm going to swallow it,” she said, lowering her lips to envelop me again.
This was going to be the third time I'd cum today, all because of my daughter. My daughter! The evil part of me wondered how many more times I'd wind up trying to cum today.
“Jamie?” I wheezed.
“Mmmmm?” she said, bobbing up and down on my shaft.
“I'm going to cum real soon.”
Her blue eyes sparkled at me with her smile. She had really learned how to use her tongue as she sucked me.
The first pulse of my semen surprised her, I think, but she managed to swallow it. There
was more. I could feel it rushing out of my cock and onto her quivering tongue, finally leaking out of the corners of her mouth. When I was done, she pulled back carefully and smiled, keeping her lips closed as her throat worked to swallow. My God.
“Wow! That was a lot!” she exclaimed.
She licked her lips, and then scooped up a drip from her chin. She held it on her finger and studied it, and then sucked it into her mouth. “I kinda like the taste,” she said.
My exhausted cock managed to expel one more drip. Jamie licked it off, and then used her fingers to clean and eat the few drops that had dribbled to her breasts.
“Okay, Jamie, honey, now you know about oral sex. Please, baby, you can't tell a soul about this,”
“I know, Dad. I promise. I would never do anything to break us apart.”