This shouldn’t have been a surprise since the type scene was already set by the two older girls. On her fourteenth birthday Vanessa went to mom after her party and told her that she was ready now to start having sex and she wanted her initiation like her sisters. It seems that the girls had talked and when Vanessa started asking her older sisters questions, the subject had, ‘just naturally come up.’ Cathy didn’t even bother with the go off and think speech, she just asked when. Vanessa, even though she is the shy sister, said, “How about tonight. It is my birthday.”
I wasn’t even consulted or warned by my lovely bride. I was ambushed. God, what I have to put up with. Cathy had suggested a shower for me and an early bedtime so I was hoping she had plans for me. I cleaned up, especially those areas and smiling, climbed onto the bed. I didn’t even get under the covers hoping Cathy was about to climb on the bed with me.
So when Vanessa walked in, naked, I was more annoyed than surprised or turned on. Vanessa stood there looking her usual shy self even though I had seen her often naked just as she had seen me. I wanted her out so Cathy could appear and we could make the beast with two backs.
Cathy followed, dressed. I was thinking come on girl, get naked. As seemed to happen every time, I missed all the clues and was cold cocked by her. “Hun, Vanessa feels like her fourteenth birthday is a good time to start learning about sex and she wants to start just like her sisters. It sure seems to have been fine for Alicia and Marissa, so I agreed.” Again, no one asked me. Poor men, we get bossed around by our women. Cathy swatted Vanessa on her bare ass, “Come on girl, get on the bed. You can’t learn standing here.”
Vanessa looked surprised, but smiled and crawled onto the bed. “Is this okay, Daddy?”
Here I was looking at my youngest, the ‘baby’ of the family no longer a baby at all, her small pointed tits swaying, her cute and shapely ass sticking up as she crawled onto the bed and she’s asking if it is alright that she wants daddy to be her first fuck. “It’s more than okay sweetie. I think this is wonderful,” I said holding out my arms. Vanessa flashed one of her big smiles and crawled into my arms. We kissed, for the first time as lovers, a kiss of passion as well as love.
Once again, this was perfect for me. Alicia had been accepted to law school at UCLA, following in daddy’s footsteps. Marissa was about to graduate and had her sights set on a small college in Oregon so I was about to be down to one woman, and my wife at that. Yikes! Vanessa had perfect timing.
I pulled her over me, gently stroking her lovely silky midnight hair. My other hand brushed her cheek. Little Vanessa looked happy, as if a dream were coming true. With growing confidence I gazed into her eyes. Lord – but she was beautiful. Hands fluttered down over her body, gently caressing her soft skin: her shoulders, arms, side, thighs, belly; an anatomy lesson in soft pubescent flesh, flesh ready to be consumed by carnal delights. I had a momentary flash, could this beautiful girl be related to me? Well, if Carhy had crawled behind the woodpile, who cared because she had gotten this magnificent creature.
Still looking deep into those hypnotic almond eyes I ran my fingers lightly on her firm young breasts, tracing small circles all around before concentrating on one hard protruding nipple, then the other. Each time a finger caressed a nipple, Vanessa breathed a little harder. Her face changed:, it grew diffused, like an out of focus portrait as she felt waves of pleasure drift through her body, all emanating from her aroused nipples. Her eyes were slightly glazed. Her breathing grew ever faster and her body slowly twisted and turned in desire, desire for even more of these new feelings. She was enjoying this new experience. This is what her sisters had been talking about!
Watching her hips hump up, I knew she needed more. In response, I let one hand trail down over her belly, letting a finger slip gently into and out of her navel, then down further until the soft mat of her wispy pubic hair filled my palm. Cupping my hand to hold her pussy gently, owning it as a lover so that she knew I held her sex as my own and moved further so that her entire mound was now under my fingers.
Vanessa let out a little gasp as my hand moved up and down, brushing the light covering of hair, then the middle finger slid into the soft hot folds of her skin. She gasped as, tenderly, the fingers slid teasing around and around and over and back on her little clitoris, which grew ever harder and bigger. Filled with love for this sweet young woman I bent down towards her and kissed the top of her sweet head, taking in the smell of her hair, shampoo, and girl, all mixed up together. She leaned her head back and kissed me squarely on the mouth – not a baby kiss, not a little girl's kiss, a daughter's kiss, a daughter’s kiss of love and passion.
"I love you, sweetheart," I sighed. "I love you so, so much."
"Oh, Daddy... Daddy!" came her breathless reply.
Slowly and gently, I inserted one finger between the lips and searched for the entrance to her love hole. Vanessa was breathing faster again, as the involuntary bucking of her hips gathered strength. Suddenly, a finger slipped deeply into her - her hips bucked as she let out a whimper and moaned, the finger moving in and out of her body. The palm of my hand ground against her button as her hips fucked up against the invading finger, seeking completion. Her body convulsed - she was going to come. Too soon, I thought, there is so much more I want her to experience. As I pulled my finger from her she relaxed slightly, her eyes now closed in concentration as the pleasure radiated through her body.
Vanessa did not know that it could feel so good. She continued to move and twitch as if my finger was still inside her. I bent down and pulled the lips of her labia apart to thrust my tongue, lapping at the opening to her pussy, taking in all the tastes and aromas of her young sex, then started making longer strokes and caressing her clitoris. Vanessa lurched and cried out as my tongue delivered pleasure to her clitoris with every stroke. Her juices flowed freely around my tongue and mouth as I pressed my face hard into her mound. Vanessa’s body was moving with more urgency now, matching the movements of the probing tongue with thrusts of her hips. She moaned rhythmically, in time with her bucking, the volume gradually increasing as the speed of the motions increased.
I could feel her body begin to tense as she approached her first orgasm, wondering if it was her very first orgasm or had she brought herself off only to feel this, her first given by another. Her body stiffened, her back arched and her hips pressed hard up into my face without retreating as I sucked her whole clitoris in my mouth. Vanessa let out a louder moan as the warm pleasant ripple of orgasm surged through her body, then the second surge that she thought was going to blow her mind. Gently, lapping at the extra flow of juices that came with her climax, I waited for her to return from that peak. For a few seconds Vanessa’s whole body shook and trembled before relaxing and falling back onto the bed.
"Oh, Daddy!" she cried, "That felt so good, I have never felt anything that good before."
"That's an orgasm, sweetheart. It's a wonderful feeling."
We lay together while she recovered. After a while, she sat up and looked down at my erection which had not diminished and as she looked it, quivered in desire, like a race horse at the starting gate quivers before a race. She scooted around the bed until she was looking right at it. She reached out a hand and with a degree of trepidation took the erection in her hand. It jerked and pulsed as she touched it. She sort of jumped back, then felt it again, this time her hand held it lovingly. I remembered her earlier disdain and asked her, “Are you sure?”
She nodded, all the while staring at it, mesmerized like a mouse looking at a cobra, partially terror, partially compulsion. Taking a deep breath, she took the first couple of inches into her mouth. Obviously she had never done this before, never even wanted to do this before, but her sister’s had educated her and so she thought that it was the thing to do in this situation.
Her inexperience made the act all the more exciting. I moaned loudly as her lips pushed backwards and forwards across the head of my manhood. Gradually, more and more of the shaft disappeared into her small mouth. She stopped for a second as the tip prodded the back of her throat almost making her gag. She pulled away then started to kiss and lick its entire length. Working her mouth over the head again she used her tongue, licking all around the swollen head and around the crease that lies just below it. She might have been a novice, but her sisters coached her well:, she knew cock sucking. My moans grew more urgent as I tried to control the bucking of my hips. The waves of pleasure started rushing down my cock and into my balls, energizing them, my sack pulling up tight against my body, the balls tightened. So close.
"I'm gonna come, Vanessa," I moaned, and with that I lost it, the first spurt shot from the end and coated her mouth. Vanessa was both surprised and a little frightened as she felt the cream wash round her mouth. A second, longer spurt hit her throat and she moved her head back making room to swallow the load as her sisters had told her she must. She sucked the final few drops of cum from the end of my cock as she swallowed it all. She licked around, removing all trace of my seed and sat back on the bed in front of me, her face a mixture of squeamish, like a small child forced to eat vegetables and threatening to throw up, and pride at having done so well her first time.
She felt a warm glow inside her, a great feeling that she had been fulfilled in some way. She had grown up so much in the last half hour.
We lay in silence, a companionable silence for some time. Lying next to her, the virgin sacrifice, my cock quickly regained its vigor. Vanessa watched as it began pulsing, slowly growing again.
"Sweetheart," I spoke with a soft, caring voice. "Would you like to make love properly?"
"Yes, Daddy. That’s what I want: to do it like Marissa and Alicia. They said it is so good,” she replied. "It seems so big and I'm still only quite small."
“If you are anything like your sisters, you won’t have any trouble,” I said trying to reassure her. She smiled.
Moving her around on the large bed so that I was directly between her thighs, I gently rubbed her clitoris again; feeling the juice begin to flow guided my manhood towards her, like a homing device. She lay quietly, waiting for the pain to come. The shaft entered her a little way as I did not want to hurt her. Slightly further in, the tip of his my cock touched the covering of skin as her pussy flared open. Vanessa jumped a little as she felt the touch. Reassuringly, I stroked her hair with my free hand, as with one swift movement I let gravity take my weight and the shaft thrust forward and broke through.
She cried out more in expected pain than real pain, but relaxed soon afterwards, thinking to herself that it had not been as bad as she had been expecting. A gentle rhythmic movement consumed us both as hips ground against hips, shaft pierced her over and over, filling her with an intensity of pleasure not even the earlier climax had hinted at. She could feel her body start to tense and this time knew that she was building up to a climax.
She clutched at my shoulders as we bounced on the bed. Our breathing was synchronized to the movements of hips, each thrust being met with a moaning grunt. I held her tight, and without a word spoken, the strokes of lovemaking became fiercer and more urgent. I felt the walls of her small tight pussy tensed and pulsed seeking to milk my seed as with one last powerful thrust I sank deeply as I could into her. Vanessa let out a cry and came with a force much greater than before. That was it for me as her climax gripped me inside of her and I felt an eruption and a stream of white hot liquid rush through my cock and into her body. A few more strokes emptied me completely as I rolled over onto the bed beside her, exhausted.
I never even woke when Cathy and Marissa came in, Cathy tucking us in, and joining us for the night and Marissa to congratulate her sister before going off to bed.
Life is never as perfect as we would like it. Marissa had one of her numerous boyfriends when Vanessa had decided to join the party and that was just fine with Marissa. But after graduation, her boyfriend went off to boot camp leaving Marissa high and dry. Add to that, Alicia came home to spend the summer before law school with us and you can see this coming.
Alicia tried to pull rank. Marissa said no way and Vanessa went off and sulked. Cathy executed a Solomon decision and said none of you can have any. This is where girls are different than boys. They immediately realized coexistence was needed and sat down to work out a schedule agreeable to all, of which I was not informed, I just needed to perform on demand. Poor me. I spent that summer in a state of ecstatic eroticism and exhaustion servicing four demanding women. How King David kept eight wives happy or King Solomon kept eight hundred happy, if he did, I’ll never know. It must have been another one of those miracles.
When winter arrived, Vanessa stepped into the role her sisters had. In the summers, all of them were home and I was a pale emaciated shadow of my usual self, poor me. Come on, can't I get some sympathy? Cathy continued to be a perfect wife, happy to see her loving family, willing to occasionally bring in a piece of strange for her husband and the rest of the time have fun.
In her third year, Alicia brought home a boy, man I guess, although anyone that young… Brad had asked Alicia to marry him and she had accepted. It was a true bittersweet moment, especially since I couldn’t find a thing wrong with him, other than stealing my baby girl. The wedding was set for a week after their graduation from law school. The next six months were a riot since both sisters were as excited as Alicia and Cathy was beside herself doing all the planning long distance with Alicia. I stayed out of the way except for the checkbook. Next lifetime, I’m giving away all the baby girls so someone else has to pay for the weddings.
Brad and Alicia came up right after graduation to get ready for the wedding. A couple days later, she pulled me aside for a private talk. I was surprised since she didn’t need the talk most girls have historically supposed to have needed. Once again, she caught me greatly by surprise.
“Daddy, Brad thinks mom is hot,” she said.
“He does have good taste. The two sexiest women I know, you and mom,” I answered. “No reason to be jealous.”
“I’m not jealous. I know Brad is right, mom is sexy. I only hope I’m half as good looking as mom after three kids,” she said smiling.
“Then what’s the problem?” I asked.
“I’m not sure it’s a problem. Let me explain. I have talked a lot to mom over the years about how you and she have your relationship, trying to understand. Let’s face it Daddy, you and mom have the weirdest relationship, at least by normal standards. But looking at the hypocrisy and unhappiness of most marriages, I began to see why yours works so well. You don’t have to lie to mom all the time like most men lie to their wives, ‘No, I don’t think she’s pretty,’" she said before continuing, "It was kind of unusual to learn about sex from your father.” I nodded. “By the way, just in case you worry, no, it didn’t make me crazy and yes, I’m glad it worked that way. You were a great lay, Daddy, and Brad appreciates that I love sex.”
“Well good, but I still don’t…” she interrupted me.
“Brad and I have talked a lot about how our marriage ought to be and I have explained a little how you guys are and we have decided to have a similar relationship. So the thing is daddy, not just does Brad think mom is hot, he’d like to fuck her and I’d like to watch them fuck while you fuck me. Now you can see the issue,” she summed up.
“Damn,” was all I could say.
Cathy and I talked. Cathy and Alicia talked. Brad and I talked. We all talked. Cathy didn’t have any trouble with the idea of boffing Brad, he was very much like the studs in her classes that she liked to boff. She just worried about how the kids would react. When they finally convinced her they were all in, she agreed. So the night before Brad and Alicia married, we had them in our bed, Brad giving it good to Cathy as Alicia watched with me behind her slowly slipping my cock in and out, a loving look in her eye and desire on her face.
I also saw how Brad looked at her sisters and when I mentioned it to Alicia, she smiled and agreed he did have good taste. I expect that when the girls visit their sister for the first time, he will find his wife as understanding as I had found mine. Brad has found his perfect wife just as I had found mine that cold night in Berkley all those years ago.
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