I can be your dad

This is a real incident which happened between my second cousin and me. I will cut through the boring introductions and come straight to the point...

She was smoking hot, a modernized girl but from rural background. Nice long well kept hair, a tight figure, fair skinned and a body to die for. We were somehow always attracted to each other, we used to exchange glances and long shake hands with extended smiles. There was some kind of energy building between us every time we met.

I was 22 and my cousin was 20. It all started rather playfully, in presence of family members we used to give harmless oil head massages to each other. With her long skilled fingers she was great at it. Oh how much I still miss that feeling. Mostly she used to give them to me, but I volunteered and said I will give you a head massage in return. She agreed, after my massage I sat behind her and oiled my palms and fingers well with warm hair oil. I was just applying to her scalp area.

Slowly but gradually, I applied more pressure behind her ears, and on the lower part of her neckline. She was getting warmer and I could feel her skin glow with the extra rush of blood to the massaged area.

After a while, I massaged her back (all wearing clothes). By this time I had pre-cum oozing in my night pants. As I boldly fondled her back very close to where her tight breasts begin, she dropped her head, as if she was in Nirvana, (an exhilarating experience) she was NOT resisting. I then fondled her outer thighs and feet. Immediately, after this she got up and rushed to the washroom. I understood that she was turned on just as much as I was.

Nothing happened for quite some time. One find day she came to study on my computer to my house, I lived alone then. She put on some music; I came in and grabbed this opportunity. I pulled the shades to avoid the sunlight, and asked her for a dance. She resisted in the beginning, and then gave in. I held her left-hand and put my left hand behind her back for the dance, I was burning horny and hot. I had the biggest hard-on of my life when she came closer.

Now, I was breathing on her neck, her raw natural body aura had intoxicated me, after a few minutes I tried to kiss her lips, she denied, then I kissed her neckline on the sides and nibbled on her ear lobes, by this time she was panting heavily and let out a soft moan. I held her closer and slowly laid her down onto my single bed. She didn't protest, it was the first time I was all alone with her with no one to be aware of or fear of being interrupted. I felt her left tit first, we were all clothed and she had a rock hard nipple. I tweaked at it through her dress, she squirmed. I put a bit of my weight on her and went for her lips, this time she responded.

To my surprise, she opened her moth wide enough for me to play with her inner deep mouth with my tongue. I commanded her to let her tongue out, and I sucked on it. It was a breathless moment that we both enjoyed. As I danced my tongue in her open wide moist mouth, I inserted my hand below her dress all the way up to her tits. Oh my goodness... she was HOT, with the tightest tits I had felt in my entire life. I pulled her dress on top of her head, leaving her bottom on. I unhooked her bra, there I saw one of the most perfectly crafted, not very small or large heavenly tits. The areola around was light brown with jutting pointing nipples. I took each of them in my mouth one after another and bathed them in my saliva along with soft warm kisses. She had an orgasm by this time.

I could not resist anymore, I had to relieve myself as I had an aching hard dick by now, I am average sized but know how to work it for longer time. I grabbed her hand and put it on my zipper she resisted to feel me. I understood and unzipped myself, she was shy in the beginning to feel me. I forced her hand on to my manhood, again and again until she gave in. The moment she confidently grabbed my dick in her sweaty warm fair hands, I felt the pressure build. Holding her hand I motioned her to stroke me. I saw that she was enjoying it now, as my dick grew harder in her palm.

Initially her unbalanced and uneven strokes sent me over the verge of climax. I forced her hand away before I cum. After few seconds I grabbed her hand back and she now knew what I liked, she grabbed my meat and stroked me to one of my best Orgasms till date. I shot my load over her hands and sprinkled in force all the way onto the wall. At this she was startled and surprised at my capacity to shoot my load. To my astonishment she played with my cum in her hands and layered it onto my body playfully. (Indian girls are not very open-minded with cum, I did not expect this level of sexual maturity and playfulness at her first encounter).

I was five-nine and she was about four inches shorter. She was smart, but not very knowledgeable about current events or the world. Her parents sheltered her and kept her mostly at home when she was not at school. She had a petite body with nice mounded breasts. She dressed conservatively, but she couldn't hide her breasts or the curve of her ass in her jeans. She was interested in me, but she was a virgin with very little experience, so I never told her about my past. After flirting with her for weeks, she agreed to go to the movies with me.

I took her to a drive-in. It was early spring, and the car was cooling off into the night. She had a nice sweater on, but I was getting cold. I folded my arms across my chest, and she noticed and asked me "Are you ok?"

I told her I was cold. The distance between us disappeared and we spent the second half of the movie making out. She was light, so I easily held her in my arms as she straddled my leg and kissed me. We didn't say a word and kept kissing and moving against me until the end credits of the movie started. I knew she was a virgin, so I kept my hands out of her sweater and only casually brushed up against her breasts to feel them. They were two nice grapefruits under that thick sweater. I had my hands on her back, but I would move them and feel the shape of her curvy ass in her jeans. She was pushing against my hardon, but she acted like she didn't know it was there. The stereotype of steamed windows is definitely true. When the movie ended, she moved away from me and asked me to take her home.

As I stopped in front of her house she said, "You planned that."

"Planned what?"

"To get me in your car and take advantage of me."

That was how our date ended, with a strange accusation. I think she had guilt over making out with me. I am sure her mother had warned her about boys and their manipulations.

I was very pleased with the date until her accusation. I had never kissed a girl for so long, and never wanted to, it always led to something else, but the kissing was the point with Silvi, she enjoyed it so much. I suppose because she barely had a chance to do it before. Every time I stopped kissing her and looked towards the screen she would start up again. When I pointed out that the movie had ended a strong change came over her. I didn't understand it. I thought that might be our first and last date.

The first days back at work she barely talked to me but then she asked me to take her out again. Our dates didn't feature any alone time, which I think was by her design. Nor did I meet her parents. When we did date, she just wanted to hold hands or walk with my arm around her shoulder. I did that for a couple dates. One time, we were walking with my arm around her shoulder I could see into her blouse and I enjoyed the shape of her breasts. Her bra was slack and I saw her nipple. Small pleasures.

After nothing but short kisses, one day at a quite place in the park, I kissed her forcefully and put my hand against her chest feeling the shape of her tits through her shirt. She froze up. I stopped kissing her when she did not respond. When I dropped her off, she said she felt 'like a piece of meat.'

I just about had it. Although I knew from our first date that she could feel passion, she was just not allowing herself to let go. So, I stopped talking to her. After a week, she came up to me and said, "I thought you liked me."

I told her I wasn't interested in holding hands and kissing her on her cheek.

I wish I had met another girl, but without anything else to do I ended up taking her on another date. I told her she had to relax and not guilt me or we couldn't date. I deliberately took her parking and to my surprise she started making out with me with the same passion she had on our first date. We grinded against each other and I was sure she could feel my erection. She straddled my legs and dragged her hips up and down pressing the crotch of her jeans against the top of my leg. The longer we grinded the wilder her kisses became. I shifted her upward as she was grinding and pressed my face up against her tits in her shirt. Then it happened. She orgasmed. It was like no other orgasm I experienced. Her body shuddered. I felt her erect nipples against my face through her shirt. She didn't complain when I grabbed her ass. She made strange little noises. It went on and on for so long I wasn't sure if it was an orgasm or something else. When she finally rolled off me, she was flushed and sleepy looking. She kissed me a few more times and then told me that she was already late to get home. She didn't acknowledge the massive bulge in my pants.

I was addicted. I loved her orgasm. The slow build up, the reluctance, she even said a couple of times "we should stop", but she didn't. The older woman I had dated and my girlfriend from the past never orgasmed so wildly. With Silvi, the endless rubbing and French-kissing led to an orgasm without direct physical stimulation other than what she got through her jeans. It was pure magic.

But how did I feel after going home? I was hard the entire time and it felt strange when I got home. I went from semi-erect to hard every time I thought of her. Finally I decided to masturbate, but it was a mistake. I had a strained orgasm. My dick was sore to the touch after.

The next time I got her alone we kissed for a long time. Her breathing changed and she lifted her head and she said "we have to stop." I held her gently and kissed her cheek, then her nose, then her eyebrows. She put her lips against mine. We kissed slowly but after a few minutes our tongues were exploring each other's lips and she started dragging her hips back and forth over my leg. I could tell she was getting close. I felt her tits under her shirt but over her bra. I grabbed at her ass. I slid my fingers around her ass and along the front of her jeans as she grinded. She wouldn't stop, and she didn't complain. She started to orgasm breathing into my mouth rather than kissing, but after a minute she seemed to stop and she started kissing again, then a few minutes later she started again. As I held her breast in my hand she jerked her crotch against the bulge in my pants. Her orgasm seemed to last minutes. The whole time I was attuned to her body. I felt every vibration, every sharp breath. There was no doubt this time. She left a wet spot on my jeans.

On the drive home, she started to complain. "What we were doing was wrong. You I should keep your hands out of my shirt. I feel dirty."

"It was just kissing." I lied. She had no answer to that, she wasn't going to admit what really happened. When she got out of the car at her house there was enough light to see that the crotch of her pants was wet.

When I got home my dick seemed a little red. I decided not to masturbate. I got through the night without a wet dream but as I was waking up I started to remember Silvi panting on top of me. It was throbbing and after holding it gently for a while and remembering how she dragged her hips along my leg, I grabbed my shirt from the night before and stroked myself until I shot a massive load into it.

She must have known what she was doing to me. Then again, she had no experience. In between dates I would see her at work and whisper into her ear how gorgeous she was.

On our next date, I undid her bra. First, she complained and put it back on, but as she got closer to orgasming, I unhooked it again and I gently played with her little mounds and massaged her nipples with my fingers under her shirt. This time she didn't orgasm twice, just one long powerful orgasm and a shout into my ear. This time I pointed out the wetness between her legs, she said it must be 'sweat'.

Three time now, she had orgasmed on our date and acted completely innocent. Was it possible that she didn't even understand what she was doing? That night I had my first Silvi wet dream of frustration. We were at work and she was talking to me and ignoring the massive bulge in my pants. Other people walked by and looked and quickly looked away. I couldn't stop myself from being erect. Silvi stood in front of me droning on and on about something unimportant, then my dick started pumping.

Wiping the cum from my shaft and pubes, I decided that I would press the issue on our next date and get something that I wanted.

We went parking during the day on a Saturday and Silvi was getting worked up kissing me and she climbed on top of me and started her grinding. I shifted her to the side and tilted the chair back. I told her I wanted to see her breasts. She immediately said 'no'.

I moved over to the driver's seat and told her I would drive her home.

"What? You want to leave? Don't you want to kiss me?"

"Yes." I answered, "But first I want to kiss your breasts."

She didn't have a response. I moved back towards her and started unbuttoning her blouse. When her shirt was off, I asked her to take off her bra. She whined for a second, but when I stared at her without saying anything she unstrapped her bra and removed it. The seat was reclined and she lay back. Her breasts looked great. It was a charged moment for me as I leaned in and kissed gently above and below her nipples, and between her breasts. I rubbed a nipple with my open mouth and then extended my tongue. I gently used my tongue on her hard nipples and felt the areolas. Silvi made strange noises, almost as if she wanted to complain, but the words would turn into a whine.

After a long time her breathing was becoming ragged. I was tempted on rubbing the front of her jeans with my hand, but I was waiting for her to make a move. She finally did. She put her hands on my head and lifted it and said "We should stop."

I looked down at her. Goddamn she had a great pair of tits. A little bit of cleavage. A nice tummy too. I wanted to kiss it, but she was busy putting on her bra then her shirt.

I asked her if she wanted to kiss, but she sat there red-faced, breathing heavy and replied that I should take her home.

On the drive home she said. "That was wrong. That was so bad."

I expected this reaction and I was ready. "We don't have to do it again." I paused to let her consider this as I drove. "We should stop dating. This could be our last date."

"What? Don't say that!"

She often made negative remarks after we fooled around and I was tired of it. We drove silently back to her house. She made sure to kiss me before she left the car. At work she could tell from the way that looked at her that I wanted to take off her shirt again. We didn't talk about it, but she was enthusiastic about me calling her my girlfriend in front of a co-worker.

The following weekend I had her out in my car after dark and we found a nice private place to make out. She was straddling my leg again and getting worked up and I asked to see her breasts again.

She was almost panting but she resisted. I waited and insisted and she lifted up her t-shirt and unbuttoned her bra. I lifted her with my leg and and started licking and sucking on her nipples. Her breasts hung nicely. Larger than average and firm as only an 18 year old's could be. She started to drag her crotch along my pants and breathing noisily. I thought she was about to cum. Then she stopped. She struggled to control her breathing, fixed her bra and pulled down her shirt. We sat beside each other and talked.

"I feel so odd when you do that." She said. "Why do you want to kiss them so much?"

I held her and gave her soft kisses on her neck and cheek. "Because you are so beautiful. I want to feel them with my lips."

After a few minutes talking and kissing she started kissing me back. Her tongue was darting into my mouth and she was pulling at my lips. Then she stopped.

"Will?"

"Yes."

"Would you......... umm... would you kiss my breasts again?"

I lifted her shirt, before she could take off her bra completely I had pulled her forward and had my tongue darting on nipples. She straddled my legs. I had to lift her with my thigh so that she could rest on my leg and have her tits in front of my face. I sucked her nipple into my mouth hard. She pulled away with a pop and moved forward aiming her other breast at me. I suckled and licked and pulled back and watched her nipples shake as she dragged her crotch against the top of my jeans. I had my mouth on one breast and my fingers on the other when she orgasmed. She shouted. Loud. Then she caught herself and convulsed against against me as she whimpered.

When she finally stilled, she was breathing heavily against my face. She pulled her shirt down and slid off of me. It was the most obvious orgasm I had ever experienced but I said nothing.

When I dropped her off she kissed me sweetly. There were no complaints or remonstrations. My jeans were wet were she straddled me. I am sure hers were soaked. She hadn't rubbed directly against my cock, because I had to lift her with my leg, but I was longing for release. That night I found a large wet spot in my underwear where I had leaked. I wondered if she understood how difficult it was for me, but then I concluded she didn't - who would have told her?

Our relationship was never better. At work she met me for every break and lunch. The whole plant knew we were dating. I had moved away, so I called home and Silvi talked to my parents. I met her mother the next time I picked her up on a date.

The next time we parked she was getting into it. It only took a few minutes for her to start tonguing me and grinding against me. I had previously tried to recline the seat all the way but she had complained and told me to keep the seat up. This time when I did it she didn't comment. She slid on top of me, her whole body on mine and kissed me. We kissed for a long time. My erection was pushing up my jeans. She shifted and her crotch was on top of it. She positioned her hands to support herself and rubbed my tent with her crotch. She stopped briefly to unhook her bra and lift her shirt. I was staring at her tits swaying as she pressed her weight against my cock. It was too much. I felt like I was going to cum, but I didn't and it continued. She guided my hand to her breast and made quick movements over me.

I couldn't take it. I pushed her to one side and opened the passenger door and got out. I balanced myself against the car and she came out adjusting her shirt.

"What's wrong Will?"

I didn't tell her the truth. I just said. "I have to go get a drink."

We drove to a convenience store and bought some drinks. As we sat under a flickering light I slowly sipped my pop.

"What's the matter? Are you going to tell me?" She was staring at me with some concern.

I could not believe that she hadn't figured it out. I decided I might as well tell her, but for some reason I struggled with the words. "I just can't. It's too much." Then I whispered. "I have to take it out. You have to put your hand on it."

I thought I had crossed the line. I expected her to angrily tell me to drive her home, but to my surprise, she answered "Ok."

I drove back to our parking spot and after some brief kissing I lowered my jeans and underwear. Never had it been more rigid. She looked at it with a shocked look on her face. I don't know if it was the first she had seen so close and so hard, or if she didn't like the look of it in general. I said, "Your hand." She reluctantly reached over and gently held onto it. I looked down at her fingers wrapped around my shaft. I couldn't believe she was holding it. It throbbed and she pulled her hand away for a moment and then held it again. "You have to move your hand up and down."

She moved her hand up and down with her fingers lightly brushing and tugging the skin of my shaft. Then she stopped. I told her to continue.

After a while she asked with distress in her voice, "For how long?"

"Keep going." Slow and steady she stroked my shaft mostly with her fingertips. After a long while I was on edge, but the stroking wasn't enough to make me cum.

"Can I stop now?"

I put my hand over hers and made her stroke more forcefully as she complained. "Oh Will, what are you doing?"

"A bit more." I begged her. I managed to slide her hand over my shaft a few more times, then I shot out. Straight up in the air a loop of cum spurted and then came down again followed by numerous more landing onto my leg and her arms and our hands.

There was panic in her voice. "Oh my God Will. What did you do?" She stared horrified at the gob of cum on her forearm.

"Sorry." I actually said sorry. I felt like a fucking fool for that afterwards.

"Just clean up." She obsessively got some tissue and made me clean up as best we could. I asked her if she wanted to continue kissing. I was hoping I could get her off as well, but she said "Gawd no. Please take me home."

From her reaction I think she never understood that a man shoots sperm out of his dick. Maybe the thought it was an internal thing, or that it only happened between a man and a wife during 'proper' sex.

The following Monday she was mad at me at work. "That was disgusting!"

"Well, that is what it is. We can't kiss and fool around without that happening. I know that you came as well. All that wetness in the front of your jeans."

"That wasn't a mess. I didn't shoot all over the car."

"Not totally, but you got some on my jeans."

"You're disgusting. I can't talk to you." Then she walked away.

The next day when she asked me if we were going to date again, I told her we would, but that if we kissed for a while I would need to 'shoot out' my sperm, or I would be too uncomfortable to continue.

"Do you even love me?" She asked.

Like a fool I said yes. Fuck I wanted to touch her pussy so bad. I was mesmerized by her body, by her wicked orgasm. I had to feel it with my fingers on her pussy. I wanted to feel it with my tongue. "If we do it again, I have to touch you down there as well."

"No Will. That's sex. I am not going to have sex before we are married."

"Well, I can't take you out on a date again then. It's up to you."

She did date me again. This time she agreed to come back to the room I was renting. I made sure my housemates were away. She was in my bedroom standing looking down at my bed. The room was immaculate. I knew how she felt about dirty things.

"We can't go too far. Only what we agreed to." She stated.

She had agreed to put her hand on it and that I could touch her down there as well. We had to keep our clothes on and I couldn't 'make a mess.'

I started to kiss her gently on the neck. When she responded after a while, I pulled her towards the bed until we were sitting on the edge. I took my time. I loved her build up, all the reluctance, all the times she said, "We shouldn't".

"I can do this!" the girl exclaims, taking a deep breath and sliding her lips back down the realistic looking cock. Holy shit! That's Lauren's voice! My dick is hard and I'm having perverted thoughts about my 18-year-old sister. I guiltily look away from her scrumptious ass cheeks and try to forget what her lips look like sliding down that fake cock.

"I thought you said you had done this before," laughs one of the girls, pulling my attention back to the couch. The other three girls are wearing similar outfits, sheer baby doll nighties with matching thong panties. The only variation seems to be the color.

"I have done it before," my sister protests, "but with a real dick! This thing isn't working for me. I need a real dick." Lauren sits back on her heels and laughs along with her friends.

"There appears to be one in the hallway!" The cute black girl sitting closest to me says as she smiles in my direction. Fuck! Busted! I might as well take the offensive and try to put Lauren on the defense.

"Brandon!" Lauren screams, jumping to her feet as I step into the room. Her tits bounce temptingly inside the cups of the purple nightie. "What the fuck are you doing here?"

"Never mind about me? What the fuck is all of this?" I sweep my arm towards the coffee table where, besides the suction cupped dildo there are several vibrators and other assorted sex toys. "What's going on here?"

I'm six years older than Lauren and I've been living with my girlfriend for the past couple of years. I crash at my parents' house whenever Kelly and I fight, which seems to be happening quite often lately.

"We're having a sleepover," Lauren says as if that explains all of this. While she's getting outraged with me, I'm checking out her girlfriends. It's like looking at a live action Victoria Secret's ad. There's the African-American girl who spotted me in the hallway. My eyes zero in on the yellow nightie barely covering her impressive chest. Next to her is Kristina, Lauren's petite blonde friend from down the street, looking pretty in her pink lingerie. Finally, on the other end of the couch is a tall brunette all decked out in the sexiest shade of red.

"A sleepover?" I ask, raising my eyebrows as I appraise their outfits. The tops are sheer except for the bra-like cups around their breasts. In actuality, except for the thong, they don't show much more than a skimpy bikini but somehow it is much more enticing when it's lingerie.

"We had a lingerie party," the black girl explains, smiling without a hint of embarrassment. "Do you like our outfits?" She stands and twirls around giving me a great view of her full, round ass cheeks.

"Alex!" Lauren admonishes her. "That's my brother!"

"Well, you should at least introduce us," Alex answers, stepping forward with her hand extended. "I'm Alexis but you can call me Alex." She smiles as I shake her hand.

"Brandon," my sister takes over the introductions. "You know Kristina," she says, pointing to her friend in the pink nightie. I nod in her direction.

"Hello, Brandon," Kristina smiles demurely.

"And this is Kylie." The tall brunette stands up and extends her hand.

"Nice to meet you, Brandon," she says, making eye contact. Damn! We're almost the same height and I'm a little over six feet.

"My pleasure," I answer, shaking her hand, which is surprisingly small and feminine given her stature.

While being introduced to her friends, I steal surreptitious glances at my sister. She has really filled out over the past couple of years. Something I hadn't noticed during my previous visits. Of course, she wasn't wearing sexy lingerie any of those times. Fuck! My cock is hardening again. This is so wrong.

"What are you doing here?" Lauren asks, drawing my attention back.

"I needed a place to stay," I shrug without further explanation. I'm about to ask her whether mom knows what she's up to but my sister and I have an unspoken agreement about not embarrassing each other in front of our friends.

"Well," I smile at the sexy foursome. "Sorry to have interrupted. I'll just head up to my room and leave you girls to your fun. Where are mom and dad?" I ask.

"They're at the cabin," Lauren answers, referring to our lake cabin in the mountains.

"With my parents," Kristina adds. Kristina has been Lauren's friend since they were little and our parents frequently go to the cabin together.

"The house is all ours for the weekend," Kylie smiles.

"Why don't you stay? The fun's just starting," Alex says with an unmistakable flirtatious invitation. I hear my sister's exasperated sigh before I can even respond.

"That's okay," I answer, moving towards the hallway. "It was nice meeting you," I call back over my shoulder.

"Damn! He's sexy. You should have asked him to stay, Lauren," Alex says as I turn the corner towards the stairs. I wait just out of sight to hear her response.

"He's my brother!" she retorts. "I don't want him anywhere near our sex toy party, or any of our other plans." Whatever that means.

"He can be my sex toy anytime," Kylie says. "How old is he?"

"Too old for you!" my sister snaps. She's right and that's my cue to keep moving.

Half an hour later, lying on my bed and trying to get the sexy images of my sister and her friends out of my head, there's a light knock on the door.

"Come in," I call without moving from the bed. Lauren pokes her head in before opening the door the rest of the way.

"Hey," she says, walking over to the bed. "Sorry about all that."

"Nothing to be sorry for, Sis. You didn't know I was going to be home tonight, and I certainly didn't know you were having a lingerie party." I answer as she sits on the edge of my bed. She's still wearing the same outfit and I can't keep my eyes from darting between the swell of her breasts and her barely covered pussy mound. "Sorry, if I messed up your party."

"That's just it," she smiles. "You were a very popular surprise." I just smile and wait to see why she came in to see me. "Brandon, do you love me?" she asks, using our standard opening for asking a favor.

"Unconditionally," I answer, realizing as I say it that it really is true. I thought I loved Kelly but there are always so many conditions in that relationship. Fuck! Don't even ask me why I'm comparing my sister to my girlfriend. That's just so inappropriate!

"The girls want you to judge who looks the sexiest," she says, raising her eyebrows questioningly. "Would you do it for us?" This isn't at all what I expected.

"That sounds like a no-win proposition. What's in it for me?" I ask, already determined to do whatever she wants so I can spend more time with her scantily clad friends.

"What's in it for you?" she asks incredulously while punching me in the arm. "You get to gawk at half-naked teenage girls while you decide who's the sexiest."

"Good point," I answer, rubbing my shoulder. "Lauren, are your friends all over 18?" I ask as she stands up and heads for my bedroom door. I swing my legs off the bed and follow her, my eyes glued to her near-naked ass.

"What difference does that make?" she asks. "It's not like you're going to fuck any of them."

"I just don't want any upset fathers, brothers or boyfriends accusing me of improper activities with any underage girls."

"Relax. They're all 18," she smiles.

"Even Kristina?" I ask. "She looks so young."

"Even Kristina." Lauren rolls her eyes. "Duh, you should know we're the same age."

"Okay, I'm ready... but how will I decide?" I ask as I close the door behind me.

"Easy," she says over her shoulder. "Just pick your sister!" Laughing, she sashays down the hall towards the living room, her sexy ass causing more blood to pump into my hardening cock.

"Yay! He's going to do it!" Alex says, clapping her hands as she bounces on the couch, causing her woman-sized boobs to jiggle tantalizingly. My mind is already racing to see how far I can take these festivities. These girls are all over 18 and apparently not virgins, which means there really are no limits tonight.

"Do you guys have a plan in mind for how we're going to do this?" I ask, noticing the girls have gone through a few wine coolers this evening.

"The judges always figure that out," Kristina says. I swear I remember her as just a shy little kid and now she's almost batting her eyes at me as she adds, "you're the judge." I wait a minute to see if anyone else wants to chime in and when they don't I start to put my plan into action.

"Okay, why don't the four of you line up and let me take a look at you," I say, moving the coffee table so they can stand in front of the couch. I take a seat in the center of the couch as they dutifully line up facing me. Fuck! They're all sexy!

"I think we should divide the competition into four categories: your breasts, your asses, your legs and your, um... pussies." When I mention pussies, Kristina and Lauren glance away but Kyle and Alex just smile.

I stand up and walk in front of them like a commanding general inspecting the troops. "Hmm. This is going to be hard," I say.

"I certainly hope so," Alex says as she shifts her eyes to my crotch.

"Quiet," I command, teasingly. "No distracting the judges or you'll be disqualified."

"Sorry," she whispers, dropping her chin to her chest in a mock pout. "Do I really distract you, Brandon?" Damn straight she does! They all do.

"In a nice way," I answer, as I walk past each girl staring intently at her chest. When I get to the end, next to Alex, I stare down the line looking at the variation of protrusions from each girl.

"Look, this shouldn't just be about size," I say, once again taking a seat on the couch. "I can't be expected to adequately compare your breasts without seeing your nipples." This is where we find out how much fun this is going to be.

"What!" Lauren is the first to react. "That's not the deal!" she exclaims, looking to her friends for support.

"I think he's right," Kylie says, reaching for the front fastener of her nightie.

"Wait!" Lauren shouts, batting Kylie's hands away from her top. "Would you want your brother staring at your boobs?" she asks.

"Fine," Alex jumps in. "You can stay dressed, such as it is, and help Brandon judge the rest of us." Lauren looks down at her nighty, seemingly just realizing how much of her body is already exposed.

"But then I can't win," Lauren says, clearly weighing her options.

"Which do you choose Lauren?" I ask like the idea of the other three taking their nighties off has already been decided. This is shaping up nicely.

Kylie is the first to unfasten the clasp between her breasts and slide the thin straps off her shoulders. My cock springs to life as her nightie hits the floor and her eyes meet mine. Her medium sized breasts with their pink, puffy nipples are on full display, awaiting my inspection.

Lauren is staring open-mouthed at her friends as one by one they follow Kylie's lead and drop their nightie to the floor.

Alex is next, taking her time sliding the straps down her arms one at a time. Smiling broadly she adds a bit of theatrics to the unveiling of her gorgeous, dark skinned breasts with their thick black nipples. The surrounding areolas are smaller than expected but by no means less appealing. Mouthwatering is the only adjective that comes to mind.

Kristina seems a little more reserved, possibly because her breasts are quite small in comparison to the other girls. "I'm not going to win this round," she smiles. She needn't worry, what she lacks in size, is more than made up for by her thick protruding nipples. Damn! She has grown up. I really want to suck on those babies. My cock is rock hard as I turn my attention to my sister.

"What's it going to be, Sis?" I ask. "You're welcome to join me on the couch and help me judge these beautiful ladies' attributes.

"Not a chance, Big Brother," Lauren says defiantly as she unclasps her top and shrugs it off her shoulders. Holy fuck! Her tits are perfect. Slightly smaller than Alex's but still quite full with wide, pink areolas and gumdrop shaped nipples.

"Line up," I say as if none of this is bothering me in the slightest. Shit! Who wouldn't give his left nut to have four teenage beauties lined up in front of him ready for inspection? I stand up, adjusting my cock as I do, which doesn't go unnoticed by any of the girls.

"Why do you get to stay dressed while we're naked?" Alex asks, generating a glaring look from my sister.

"You're not naked... yet," I retort. "Do you want me to take off my shirt?"

"Yes," three girls respond in unison. This is too easy. I slip off my shirt to the appreciative nods from the girls. I don't have washboard abs but I stay in shape.

"Okay, let's get started," I say, stepping in front of Alex and making a show of inspecting her tits from all angles. I take a chance and cup my hands under the dark flesh and heft her large tits like I'm weighing melons.

"Nobody said anything about touching," Lauren objects from the other end of the line.

"I don't mind," Alex says quietly, biting her lip as my thumbs lightly brush across her taut nipples. Lauren steps back in line but she is clearly more nervous than she was before.

Wanting to give each girl some accolades and esteem builders, I start talking to Alex about my perception of her tits.

"These are heavy little monsters aren't they," I ask, still fondling her milk chocolate mounds. Alex just nods, catching her breath as my hands glide around the sides and gently caress her sensitive tits. "A guy would be crazy not to want to bury his face in these babies and get lost in there like a big soft pillow." Reluctantly, I lower her breasts back down and move over in front of Kristina.

Kristina smiles shyly as I scrutinize her almost non-existent mounds. While the breasts themselves are rather small the nipples are not. They are mature, long, thick nipples that jut out from her teen sized tits. With nothing to heft, I grip her breasts from the front, pressing my palms against those lovely nipples.

"Mmmm," Kristina lets out an involuntary gasp as I move my hands in tiny circles, lightly brushing against her thick protruding nipples.

"I love your nipples," I say, just above a whisper. "A guy could feast on them forever. They're so wonderfully sensitive." I add, gently increasing the pressure from my palms and eliciting another quiet murmur from Kristina. "I bet it doesn't take much sucking and nibbling to send erotic pulses directly to your pussy. You can probably have an orgasm induced solely from those beautiful nipples." She emits a noticeable shiver as I pull my hands away and turn to face Kylie and her puffy nipples.

Kylie is smiling as I study her convex areolas that cap her medium sized tits and reshape them into conical protrusions unlike anything I've ever seen. I bypass the fleshy part of her breasts and go straight for the nipples, running my finger around the areola and exploring the tiny bud-like nipples almost completely recessed into the areola. I watch her face as I pinch the very tips and try to coax them out of their protective surroundings. Her expression doesn't change until I put my fingers on either side of the puffy areolas and tweak them gently in a half circle. She bites her lip and sucks air in through her teeth.

"What are you going to say about mine?" she asks seductively as I continue to play with her unique tits.

"I'm going to say that I have never seen anything like them, "I tell her. "I could imagine how erotic it would be to rub against them. You know, as you do the horizontal love dance..."

"Seriously!" Alex laughs. "The horizontal love dance? Why don't you just say fucking?"

"Because horizontal love dance more poetic," Kylie answers for me. "Go on," she nods towards me encouragingly. "What were you going to say?"

"I was going to say that when you were in that particular position, rocking back and forth, a guy could enhance his pleasure by rubbing his chest against these potent little puppies."

"Like this?" she asks pulling me against her and rubbing her nipples up and down my bare chest. Fuck! I thought I was just blowing smoke but her nipples feel incredible against my chest.

"Kylie!" Lauren cries. "What the fuck?"

"Afraid you'll miss your turn, Lauren?" Kylie asks as she releases me, and steps back in line. Her nipples seem to have popped out of their cocoons, anxiously awaiting more attention.

"Thanks," she says, kissing me on the cheek and pushing me towards my sister.

Now what?

I stand looking at my sister for the longest time, just staring at her perfect tits. Her wide areolas are just a shade darker than the surrounding skin and her taut nipples seem to be more aroused than when she first exposed them. I know I shouldn't be touching my sister but I can't very well leave her out either. Lauren is blushing as she looks at me expectantly.

"Well?" she says, nodding her head towards her tits.

"Well..." I answer. "They're beautiful, Sis." I say, hesitantly raising my hands and putting them on her shoulders. "Lovely shaped," I add while I trail my fingers around her collarbone and glide them down her chest. "Perfectly round areolas," I add while my fingers brush the outside of her breasts. Instead of hefting them like I did with Alex, I bring my hands down around the sides and lift them gently. "Soft and pliable," I whisper, gently caressing all around her areolas. "Sensitive nipples." Her breath catches as my thumbs lightly explore the distended tips. Our eyes lock on each other as my hands move around her breasts like they have a mind of their own.

"Ahem..." Alex clears her throat to keep me from getting lost in my sister's luscious breasts. I drop my hands and step back, surprised by the disappointment I see in Lauren's eyes.

"And the winner is..." I announce, trying to regain my composure. "By a very small margin, I might add..." I look from one topless girl to the next. "You all have gorgeous breasts but the winner is..." I pause for dramatic affect and then turn and point my arm. "My sister, Lauren!"

They are each gracious and offer such wonderful comments about Lauren's tits that I almost expect her to make an acceptance speech.

"Okay, take five!" I tell everyone. "I need a beer." The girls all start chatting at once as I go to the kitchen for a beer. Leaning against the counter I take a minute to catch my breath as I twist the cap off the bottle. Damn! The look on Lauren's face... if I didn't know better I would swear she looked just like she wanted me to kiss her. Nah.

"Okay girls, on to the next event." I call as I walk back into the living room. Maybe I should tone this down a little. "Turn around! We're ready to look at your lovely asses." The girls line up with their backs to me. Okay, maybe I won't tone it down. What a lovely lineup of teenage flesh!

I go through a similar routine, running my hands over their bare cheeks and telling each one what I think of their ass.

My name is Brad. I'm an average guy. I'm not a Greek god. I'm not even six feet tall. I'm a nobody. I work at a desk and I'm a push over. Always have been, especially when it comes to my eighteen year old daughter. Most fathers are. I take one look into my daughter's beautiful blue eyes and I give her whatever she wants, a new phone, a new computer, a new car, money to go shopping with her friends. It doesn't matter. It's the curse of a widowed father. But I didn't mind helping out my little girl, because that beautiful smile always makes it worthwhile. Everything was going fine, until Heather asked me for something I could never give her, my cock.

It all started one Sunday evening over dinner. Heather has been cooking since her mother passed away. She does everything around the house. That's just how we made it. I was exhausted at the time. It was the usual bullshit at work. I hated working on the weekends and Sunday was the worst. I think my daughter could tell because she offered to give me a shoulder massage.

"Daddy?" Heather said. "Do you want me to rub your shoulders?"

"I'm okay, cupcake."

"Okay," she said in her sweet little voice.

She sounded just like her mother; looked just like her too. Gorgeous, long red hair, beautiful c-cup breasts, perky, but I tried not to notice, and 5'5". She liked to show off her legs. She was always in shorts and barefoot. Her toenails were painted orange today. They matched her fingernails. The tank top she wore was too small for her, her naval bare. That's just how kids dressed these days.

"I have a favor to ask you," she said.

Money. Here it comes. It's always money. She's earned it though. She takes care of me, and I like to take care of her. "Sure, baby. How much cash do you need?"

She shook her head, her hair fanning over her shoulders, her lower lip between her teeth; those lips, her mother's lips, pink and full. Maybe I like to say she looks like her mother so I don't feel too guilty ogling her.

"What is it then?" I said.

"I need you to do something for me, something kind of big."

"I'm listening."

"I want you to watch a few videos."

"Videos? Sure. I'll watch a movie with you."

"No, not a movie. And the video's not the favor. I need you to watch the video so I can ask you the favor." She took out her iPhone, pressing a few things on the screen. "It's a video of my eighteen-year-old friend Kim."

I remembered Kim, of course. She was eighteen years old. She practically grew up in my house with my daughter. She hadn't been coming around as much lately though. Usually, she and Heather were always going out to the mall or some other place.

"In the video, she does something kind of shocking, and, well, just watch, okay? There's two more videos after it, one with my eighteen-year-old friend Jenna, and another with eighteen-year-old friend Lori. Just keep watching."

I was confused at this point, but I said, "Sure," and my daughter handed me the phone. Meanwhile, she took the plates into the kitchen. I heard the sink turn on as I pressed play on the phone.

"My name is Kim," Kim said on the video, "and this is how you suck cock."

My eyes were huge as the video zoomed out, revealing Kim naked, her eighteen-year-old tits on full display, a pair of panties blocking her pussy. And then she reached for the cameraman's blue jeans, unzipping them, pulling out a young, rock-hard cock. It was nothing impressive, five and a half inches, but Kim opened her mouth and swallowed it whole.

"What the fuck?"

I glanced over my shoulder, looking for Heather. I could still hear the faucet. I turned back to the video. Kim was giving it her all now, deepthroating the cock, her black hair flying back and forth as her lips slid over the rod. The guy holding the camera was moaning, his one free hand grabbing Kim's head, pulling her to his shaft.

I could not believe it. Why was my daughter making me watch her friend suck some guy's cock? I didn't know what to do. Should I press stop, go say something? I just stared at the screen, my cock getting hard in my jeans as Kim gagged, pausing to catch her breath.

"You okay, babe?" the camera-man asked.

"Yeah," Kim responded.

She grabbed the shaft, stroking it back and forth as she went down for more. This guy could not last. The video was only four minutes, and he was ready to blow. He exploded in Kim's mouth. His cum ran over her chin, dripping on her perky tits. She grinned at the camera.

"That's how you suck cock!"

The video ended, only to start a new one in the playlist. Another of her friends, Jenna, was next, who I had seen plenty of times in a bikini next to my pool. She was topless now. She unzipped a pair of cargo pants and pulled out some guy's cock.

"I'm Jenna, and this is how you suck cock."

Here we go again! Jenna was not as experienced as Kim, but when the six-inch prick appeared, she began licking away at it. She was timid, but the cameraman, a young kid by the sound of him, did not seem to mind. He wanted more, shoving himself into her mouth. This video was only three minutes. He blew his load all over her face.

It wasn't over yet. The next video started. Lori was up, who I remembered playing on the jungle jim with Heather.

"I'm Lori, and I'll show you how to suck a cock."

"Fucking hell," I said out loud.

Lori dove on the cock, her blond locks bobbing on seven inches.

I couldn't take anymore. I turned off the phone and set it aside. I must have been in the Twilight Zone. Kids don't know what that is, but it's a show where nothing makes sense! I grew up with things making sense. Now my daughter, my little girl, just showed me a porno, a porno starring her friends. I felt like grounding her, but I'd never grounded her before. There was the first time for everything. I climbed up, stomping into the kitchen.

"Heather, what the hell was that?"

She turned off the faucet and turned around. Water was splashed on her little tank top, her skin visible underneath.

"I guess you watched it all."

"Why did you show me that? I don't even know what to say to you."

"I need to talk to you about it."

"Talk to me? I have half a mind to ground you, you know? I'm your father. You don't show me that sort of thing. You may be eighteen, young lady, but you're still my daughter, and while you live here, you shouldn't be watching porn movies. Or at least not giving them to me to watch."

"Daddy, it wasn't porn," she said with a frown.

"What the hell do you call it?"

"A dare."

"A what?"

She left the kitchen. I had to follow. She took up a seat on the living room couch. "Okay, remember when I got my first period?"

I was still standing. I couldn't sit. "What does that have to do with anything?"

"Remember, I was crying, and I told you I was bleeding, and you explained to me that girls get periods, and you took me to the store and bought me pads and told me I'd be okay in a few days. And you said if I ever needed to talk to you about anything, I could. And then when I had my first kiss, I told you all about it too."

"What's your point?"

"I'm going to tell you some things now, things I've been doing."

"Heather, I don't want to hear about your sex life. You're eighteen. What you do outside this house is your business."

"But you said I could tell you anything."

I sat down. This was getting out of control. "Yes, but I didn't expect you to hand me a sex tape one day."

"Just listen, please. See, my friends made a dare. They were all gloating, say they could suck cock better than one another, and to prove it, they made videos. And, well, I made the dare too."

"That's what this is about? Why would you want to show me that?"

"I'm getting to it. See, I've been lying to my friends. They all think I'm dating a college guy. I told them I was dating someone because, well, because I'm sort of scared of sex."

"What?"

"I'm a virgin."

I was surprised. "You're a virgin? But you've been on so many dates."

"Have you seen me on any dates in the last six months?"

"I just assumed when you were going out that's where you were going."

"Well, you assumed wrong. Anyway, I didn't want them to know I was a virgin, so I just told them I was with a college guy and I had sex all the time."

"Why did you lie?"

"Daddy, it's the last year of high school. You can't tell your friends you're a virgin. They'll just make fun of you."

"What does this have to do with me?"

"Like I was saying, they were all bragging they were good at sucking cock. So I said I was the best."

"Jesus," I mumbled.

"What was I supposed to say, admit I've never touched one?"

I rubbed my forehead. "I'm not sure where you're going with this, Heather."

"All three of my friends have made their tapes. It's my turn now. It's Sunday. School is tomorrow. I have until then to make my video."

"You're going to make a sex tape? Are you serious?"

"I have to. It's my turn to do the dare."

"Heather, just tell your friends the truth."

"I can't. If I did that, I'd be a joke. They'd tell everyone in the whole school, and I'd be the biggest loser ever."

"Who cares what those kids think? You're going to college next year."

"Community college. A lot of them will be there. I'll be the virgin loser."

"So, what are you going to do? Go find some guy tonight you don't even know and ask him if you can, can..." I couldn't even say it. "I raised you better than that. It's one thing if you're dating someone, but not like this."

"Well, I'm not dating a boy, so I have to find someone else to help me. That's why I showed you the videos."

I was not getting it. Looking back, I'm surprised I didn't put it together sooner. But what father would? "What are you talking about?"

She held her breath before she spoke. "I told you I needed a favor. I was wondering if...if you'd pretend to be my boyfriend on camera, and if you'd let me suck your cock."

I jumped out of my seat. I swear I hung in the air for a good ten seconds. "What the hell? I'm your father!"

Heather's head was done. "I know. I'm so embarrassed even asking. But I don't have anyone else I can ask. Can I suck your cock, please?"

"I, I, I don't even know say to you. Of course, you can't! Are you crazy? Jesus, Heather, I can't even believe you'd ask me. This is insane."

"Daddy, please," she said, standing up, putting her hands on my shoulders. I didn't even want to be touched by her. "Please," she repeated. "I need your help. I'm just asking you to let me do it this once, just on camera."

"Heather, do you realize what you are asking? My thing would be in your mouth."

"It's only a blow job, and just until you cum."

"Don't use that word," I said. "I can't even believe I'm having this conversation. I'm in the fucking Twilight Zone!"

"The what zone?" See, I told you kids didn't know what that meant.

"Heather, I can't do that. I shouldn't even be talking to you about this."

"I know how it sounds," she said sadly, her lips pouting. "But if I don't do it, I'm going to be a joke at school. Please, just let me suck your cock for a few minutes, just enough to show them I did it."

"The answer is absolutely not. I don't want to talk about this anymore. I'm so disappointed in you."

I hate seeing my daughter cry. I saw it when her mother died, and I swore it was going to be the last time. But when those tears streamed down her face, it felt like she had punched me in the gut. She ran off, her red hair chasing her. Her door slammed in the distance. I sank down into the chair, milling over what my daughter had said.

I tell you what though, when your daughter asks you to suck your cock, it gets you thinking, thinking about what it would feel like. I tried not to imagine it, seeing those pink lips of hers wrapped around my shaft, listening to her gagging throat. It was making me hard though. I folded my legs as I sat there, crushing my cock between my thighs, punishing it for getting hard thinking about my daughter, thinking about grabbing that beautiful red hair of hers and pulling her down on my shaft.

And, fuck, she was a virgin. And she'd never even sucked a cock before. There's no doubt an experienced cock sucker is the best, but a newbie cocksucker is unforgettable. I'd broken-in a few in my high school days. My wife though, she'd been a slut. She could suck cock like a champ. That's why I married her.

God, and now our daughter, who looked so much like her, wanted to suck my cock. I hadn't had sex in years. I didn't want to expose my daughter to it, taking women home, fucking them while she was in the next room. Jesus, I'd never thought my daughter would be my next score.

"Only a blow job," I muttered. "Just until you cum. She's out of her mind."

Fuck, my cock was hard now. I turned on the TV to ESPN. I didn't care who was playing or what the sport was. I needed to something to distract me.

Oh, fuck, it was the sports illustrated swim suit special! Girls were running around on the beach with photographers snapping pictures! God hated me.

"Fucking hell."

I turned off the TV, moving to the bathroom. I stood in front of the toilet, unzipped my pants, reached in, and pulled out eleven inches of thick cock. It was standing straight up, the helmet red and angry at my mistreatment of it. I ran my hand along the shaft. I felt guilty even doing this, thinking about my daughter's mouth sliding over my cock. How the hell had this happened? I came home tonight from work to relax. Now, I was in the bathroom, jerking off after my daughter asked to suck my cock.

She wouldn't even know what to do with this much cock anyway, little virgin girl, trying to lick it, asking me how it was going to fit into her mouth. I started thinking about her pussy next. I couldn't help it, I swear. She must be so tight. It'd probably hurt both of us going in.

I remembered a year ago, she came home at 5:00 a.m., stinking of booze. She was drunk as hell as I got her into bed, still dressed. She'd been wearing a skirt and I caught a glimpse of her panties. There had been blood on the crotch. I thought that was the night she'd had her cherry popped. I guess she was just on her period.

Even now, I could see my cock sliding between those tight, pink lips, strangling my cock, watching those big blue eyes of hers open and close as she got penetrated.

"Fuck," I whispered. "Get it together. She's your daughter."

I stopped jerking off. I was not going to cum to the thought of my child. I refused to. I'm stronger than that. I took a cold shower. And it helped. If you need to stop fantasizing about fucking your eighteen year old daughter, take a cold shower. The cold water will deflate your cock like you're in a monastery.

In my room, I redressed in sweat pants and a white t-shirt, staring at myself in the mirror. I had to talk to my daughter, sort this out. She had to know I wasn't angry with her, just disturbed. She was just caught between a rock and a hard cock, but it was not going to be my cock that did the job.

"Cupcake?" I said as I opened her door.

She was on her bed, her face in her pillow. "Leave me alone."

"Baby, can I talk to you for a second?"

"Why?" she said. "So you can tell me how disappointed you are and that I'm gross?"

I came in and sat on the edge of the bed and put my hand on her shoulder, but she shrugged it away.

"Baby, you have to understand, you hit me like a ton of bricks. I'm sorry I said was disappointed in you." See, I told you I'm a push over.

"But you are."

"Look, when I was a teenager, I'll be honest, my friends and I had competitions like this too. We'd pick out girls, see who could bang her first. I get where you're coming from."

Heather turned around. "Really?"

"Yes," I said. It was not easy to talk about sex with my daughter, but I tried. "I once slept with a girl and she slept with all my friends...on different days, that is. And she did it because we wanted her to tell us which of us was the best. I can understand that this dare between you and your friends---"

"Who won the competition?"

"Huh?"

"Who did the girl say was the best?"

"Honey, that's not important. The point is---"

"Just tell me," she said. "If you understand what I'm going through, tell me."

"I won, but that's not the point."

"Why?"

"What?"

"Why'd you win?"

I shook my head. My daughter was far too inquisitive. "I guess she liked my...size."

"Oh."

"Anyway, I---"

"What does size have to do with it?" Heather asked.

"Heather, can we talk about you, not me?"

"I'm just curious."

"Look, men come in different sizes. Even the guys on your video were different sizes."

"Yours is different than theirs?"

"Everyone's different. The point is, I understand the pressure you feel. And I understand you felt like you had no one to turn to but me, so I'm not mad at you, okay?"

"Really?" she said, her eyes big, her lips pouty.

"Yes, really."

"Does that mean you'll help me?"

"No," I said quickly. "I'm just telling you I'm not angry."

"But why won't you help me?" she said, returning to her pouting.

"Baby, you have to realize what you're asking me. Fathers and daughters don't do that. It's immoral."

"I'm not asking to do it a lot, just this once," she said. "And it's only for a few minutes. I'll do it like my friends did, put it in my mouth, suck on it, and then we'll be done."

"Honey..."

"Give me your hand," she said.

"What?"

"Give it to me," she said, taking it. She brought it up to her mouth and before I could even argue, she began sucking my index finger.

"Honey!" I tried to pull away but she held tight, her tongue licking along its length, her teeth grazing my nail, her lips tight around it. I yanked it out of her mouth. "Baby, enough."

"See?" she said. "What's the difference if I suck your finger or suck your cock? It's just part of your body, right?"

"There's a huge difference, and I don't want you sucking my finger or my cock, er, penis, er, thing. I don't want you sucking anything."

"Why not?" she said. "What's so wrong about it?"

"It's incest."

"It's not sex, Daddy. It's not in my pussy."

"Please, baby, don't use those words."

"Why? What do you want me to call it?"

"I don't care what you call it. That doesn't matter. I just can't do it. I can't put it in your mouth. Fathers aren't allowed to do that."

"But I need you to, Daddy. I'm only asking for a few minutes. What's wrong with that? Why can't I put my father's cock in my mouth for three minutes and record it? No one will know it's you. You'll be holding the camera, so no one will see your face. They'll only see you from the waist down and I'll tell them you're my college boyfriend. And then we'll be done."

"Sweetie, I've got a better idea."

"What?" she said.

"Why don't you tell your friends on Monday that you had a big fight with your boyfriend and he broke up with you? Then, they won't expect the tape."

"I can't tell them that. I told them yesterday on the phone I already recorded it."

"Tell them you lost it."

"They'll know I'm lying. Daddy, please. I'm begging. Just let me put your cock in my mouth for three minutes. Only three. You can take it out afterward. You don't even have to cum if you don't want to. I'll say I swallowed it or something."

"Jesus, Heather, I can't believe you even want to do this. Aren't you grossed out by the idea of sucking my cock?"