“God help me, yes, baby, I do.”
“Good. I like it too,” she said, before opening her pretty mouth wide and moving me inside. She went to work, sucking, stroking, and licking my cock, looking at me and smiling the whole time.
When I saw her one hand begin to rub her little pussy, I said, “Let's get in bed.”
My daughter climbed up onto the bed and stopped with her tight little ass in front of me. “Dad, do I have a nice ass? Be honest. My girlfriends tell me I do, but I want a guy's opinion.”
“It's beautiful. Not too big, not too small, firm, smooth – I think it's perfect,” I said. I ran my h
ands over her smooth cheeks, parting them slightly so I could look at her tight, moist lips and her tiny pink pucker.
“Why did you lick my butthole?”
“I just wanted to. Some girls like it. Didn't you?”
“I liked it. It just caught me off guard. You can do it again some time if you want,” she said. She lay down near the center of the bed, and I climbed in beside her.
“Honey, aren't you sore? Are you sure you want to do this? We don't have to do anything, you know. I'll enjoy just having you sleep in my arms,” I said.
Rolling on top of me, Jamie said, “Let's just try things, and I'll tell you if I'm too sore.”
I pulled her to me and began to kiss her. She started rubbing her wet pussy lips against my cock, masturbating herself on it. Every time the head of it passed over her clit, she would kiss me a little harder. If she kept this up, I would probably cum, and I wanted to be inside her when that happened.
“I want your breasts,” I said, pulling her up into position. She cooed and moaned as I kissed them, tweaking her little nipples with my tongue, licking her proud flesh, nibbling gently on the tender skin below them.
“I'm wet, Dad. You're driving me crazy.”
“Good.” I gave each breast one more long, deep suck, pulling as much of it into my mouth as I could. Then I lifted her and pulled her sex to me. She tasted a little different this time – still sweet and new, but maybe, now, more ready than ever. She was right about being wet, and it didn't take her all that long to get wetter.
As she came, she arched her back, supporting herself with her hands on my hips, and throwing her head back and forth. I had to steady her as she sank down on my face. When it was over, I moved her down to sit on my chest.
“Oh, my God, that feels so good when you do that,” she said. “I want you inside me now.”
“Don't you think you might be too sore?
“I sure as hell hope not,” she answered.
“Let's try something different this time,” I said. “You stay on top, kneel over me, and lower yourself onto my cock. If it's too much for you, just lift yourself up.”
“So I'll sort of ride you?” she asked.
“Yes. Some people call it “riding cowgirl,” I said.
Jamie moved over me, notched the head of my penis into her moisture, and began to bear down. Again, I was almost overwhelmed by the sensation of sliding inside her. I was supporting her ass on my hands, fearful that she would go too fast. Slowly, she moved down onto me, rocking and swiveling her hips to help me to fit. Her beautiful face showed some discomfort, but when she finally reached bottom and relaxed, she broke into a smile.
“You're deeper than you were before, Dad,” she said.
“Are you okay?”
“Oh yeah, I'm okay,” she grinned. “I'm pretty sore, but I'm great! I'm so full! You feel like you're into my lungs or something.”
She stayed still, breathing to relax. She had clenched her fists, but now her hands opened and began to play with the hair on my chest.
“Can you move?” I asked.
“Dunno yet. I think I can bend down for a kiss, though.”
She did. It was a soft kiss, one of affection rather than lust. “Thank you, Dad,” she said. “Thank you for this. I'm so happy we're together, so happy you're my first. You've always been the only man I loved, and now, you're my lover.” She kissed me again, and gingerly moved herself so that she was only half-impaled. “We're lovers,” she whispered, kissing me more hungrily and sliding herself back onto me.