Lisa's Continuing Education {John Jabbin} {Mf inc Mdom 
MF}
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The Lisa stories so far are: "Lisa's First," "Lisa's 
Bobbin' Head," "Lisa's Family Lessons," "Lisa's 
Mother," "Lisa's First Toys, "Lisa's First Taste," and 
"Lisa's Wake Up Call." The first story was posted on 
12/22/00, so they should all still be on a server near 
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Lisa's Continuing Education
by John Jabbin


It was after school and my fifteen-year-old daughter 
Lisa was rocking on the rocking chair. Her beautiful 
legs were spread wide and her right hand diddled with 
her cunt. She was still dressed for school, but her 
short skirt had been pulled up to expose her lovelies 
to her touch.

I didn't have the best view of those proceedings 
though, because I was looking down at my cock in her 
mouth. I had one hand on the back of the rocker, 
helping it to rock slowly back and forth, and the 
other on the back of Lisa's head, guiding it 
rhythmically back and forth along my rigid shaft.

"Slow and steady, baby," I instructed Lisa. "That's 
what Daddy wants right now. Just keep me hard and on 
the edge. Glide your lips and tongue wetly along the 
shaft. Go ahead and get off yourself again if you 
want, but Daddy just wants to teach your gorgeous 
mouth how to please his cock."

Lisa herself had already cum twice in the thirty 
minutes she had been home. As soon as she had walked 
in the door, I had pushed her against the wall and 
finger-fucked her as I greedily devoured her lips. She 
had been so wet and horny all day long at school.

Part of it was thinking about the loving that she'd be 
getting as soon as she got home. Part of it may have 
been the small, starter butt plug that I had asked her 
to wear to school all day.

As I had held her against the wall, I had slid the 
plug in and out of Lisa's ass in short, slow strokes. 
That in itself had almost made her cum. When I pulled 
the plug out and replaced it with my fingers as my 
thumb thumped against her throbbing clit, Lisa had 
clung to me, her body wracked in the joys of orgasm.

Then I had led her into the bathroom and given her ass 
and cunt a thorough inspection. Her anus was tender 
and red from the constant agitation of the plug all 
day. I cleaned it with a warm, wet washcloth and 
applied a gentle salve to ease the irritation.

Her pussy had simply needed a few licks of Daddy's 
tongue, not for any medicinal purposes, but because it 
looked so gorgeous. I had thrown her over my shoulder 
and carried her to the couch for a father/daughter 
muff dive, throwing her lovely skinny legs over my 
shoulders as I ate out her flavorful snatch.

But that was just the fun parts of the afternoon. 
After I had taken her edge off, I was doing my 
fatherly duties in instructing my baby girl on the 
finer points of sucking cock. She was getting very 
good at it. Several times I had been compelled to back 
off and rub her tits as I caught my breath, forcing 
myself back from the brink of orgasm. I didn't want to 
cum too quickly tonight. I had plans for a busy 
afternoon and evening with Lisa's mother.

As if on cue, we both heard the sound of Joyce's car 
pulling into the driveway aside the house. My wife was 
home early for a change. Briefly I wondered how smart 
it was to have two horny women rushing home to jump my 
bones. But that was just a brief errant thought. As 
soon as Joyce could accept my new relationship with 
our daughter, all would go much smoother.

I sent Lisa's pretty ass off to her room and went into 
my own bedroom to wait for my wife. The hardest part 
of the whole exchange was stuffing my hard cock back 
into my pants before my wife came into the room.

Joyce looked beautiful in the doorway, her long red 
hair mussed up and contrasting well with her business 
suit. I lay propped up against the headboard of the 
bed, watching her trying to contain her excitement.

"Hello Joyce, you're home early."

"Hello, John," she said, closing the door behind her 
and walking slinkily toward the end of the bed. "I was 
able to slip away early today. I thought I'd see if 
you wanted to play a little more this afternoon."

"You mean play like we did yesterday? You want me to 
handcuff you to the bed again and fuck all your holes 
over and over?"

She hesitated for just a moment, her body shivering 
from the memory of last night's intense session. Then 
she smiled seductively and began to crawl up on the 
bed with me.

"Maybe some of that again, but I was thinking 
something less extreme. I was thinking about sucking 
your cock and then fucking you to death. Would you 
like that?"

Geez, I had gone from the barren wastelands of being 
practically ignored in my own household to having two 
horny pussies after me night and day. I really had to 
get control of this situation and pace myself. Either 
that, or Joyce or Lisa might well find themselves 
really fucking me to death!

While I considered Joyce's proposal, her lovely cheek 
began to nuzzle my still-hard cock in my pants. 
Suddenly the thought that she might taste her own 
daughter's lips so lately on my cock galvanized my 
thoughts and spurred me to action.

"That sounds like a nice idea, Joyce," I whispered to 
her while catching her hand on the way to my fly. "But 
I already have better plans for you this evening. Have 
no fear though, sweetheart, you'll be getting plenty 
of cock. You can count on that. Now, I want you to get 
out of that business suit and into your clothes from 
the other night. You remember, the thong and t-shirt 
that you wore that first night. I want to see you in 
that again."

At first Joyce looked a little disappointed, but I 
could see the thought of changing into her slut 
costume wasn't part of the disappointment. She gave me 
the smile of a woman who believed she could convince 
me of anything once she had that outfit on. Oh, this 
was going to be fun!

Giving my hard shaft an extra nuzzle, Joyce bounced up 
off the bed with girlish energy and skipped over to 
her dresser. There, at the top of her dresser drawer 
where she kept her intimate apparel, were lovingly 
folded and stored the two skimpy garments we were both 
thinking about. She laid them out and then began to 
quickly take off her business suit.

I came up behind her, watching her in the dresser 
mirror as she changed. It was a woman's mirror, 
displaying my lovely wife from almost to her knees 
unto just above her head. Joyce loved to look at 
herself, as vain as any beautiful woman. Even now, she 
could hardly decide whether she wanted to look at her 
own gorgeous body being quickly revealed as each piece 
of clothing was taken off or whether she wanted to 
look at me looking at her. 

When she slipped off the skirt, I let my hands slide 
possessively over her lovely ass. I helped her to roll 
her panties off, pushing my hands under the elastic 
top to cup a firm cheek as she did it. The look in her 
eye told me she thought she was in complete control.

After we admired the reflection of her naked body for 
a moment, she slipped the abbreviated t-shirt over her 
head. As she straightened it out in the mirror, just 
like the other night, I could barely see the 
undersides of Joyce's full breasts peeking out from 
the bottom. Her hands brushed her nipples and she 
flattened the shirt down. They were already straining 
against the tight material, pointed and swollen. Then 
she ran her fingers just along the exposed crease of 
the underside of those beautiful globes. Joyce had 
marvelous tits.

She picked up the very skimpy red thong and began to 
step into it. She exaggerated the bend at her waist, 
pointing her ass at me like a loaded weapon. It was 
time to take control of my sweet wife. I quickly 
unzipped my fly as I reached forward and prevented her 
from pulling the tiny panties up all the way.

I pushed Joyce forward a little until she leaned her 
hands out to the dresser to steady herself. Her legs 
were still spread slightly, so as I came forward, my 
hard cock passed between them, pressing hard up into 
her moist furrow.

"Yes, Joyce," I whispered into her ear. "Look at 
yourself in the mirror. You make a lovely slut in this 
outfit, don't you think? I imagine men would pay a lot 
to see you doing just about anything dressed like 
this, wouldn't you? And here I have your gorgeous body 
all to myself. What am I to do with you, wife?"

Pulling back a bit and bending my knees, my cock was 
angled just right to enter her quickly. In one swift 
stroke I buried my dick into my lovely wife. She 
shivered and groaned, her eyes rolling back in her 
head, and then quickly refocused as I started to 
stroke into her with quick, sure thrusts.

Joyce watched herself being fucked in the mirror. I 
watched her too. I watched her eyes and her breasts 
swaying in the reflection. I watched her ass as it 
jiggled each time I slammed into her. I watched the 
tension in her body and in her legs as our movement 
enflamed her more and more. Finally, I watched her 
mouth, panting in excitement and her eyes squeezing 
and opening as her passion mounted.

But I was ahead of her. I had been holding back a cum 
for about an hour now, first with Lisa and then with 
my sexy, strutting wife. It didn't take many strokes 
into Joyce's hot cunt to push me over the edge. I 
clung to it as long as I could, restraining myself as 
it started to set in for one stroke, two strokes, 
three...

And then the dam burst, pouring my sterile seed into 
my wife's hot core. My cock throbbed as I hosed her 
with sperm, pumping thick hot strands of cum into her 
cunt.

When I could think again, I heard Joyce whimpering, 
pushing herself back against my cock. She desperately 
wanted to cum herself. I watched her struggle with the 
idea of touching herself, of playing with her clit 
while I was in her. I had never seen Joyce do that. 
She had some conditioning against masturbating 
herself. Very soon, we'd be working on that.

I pulled out of Joyce's cunt and pulled up the red 
thong the rest of the way, snugging it into place. 
Even as I did so, I saw a little pearly drop of my cum 
starting to drip down out of her wet, gaping hole. 
Between the two of us, those red panties would be 
soaked in just a little bit.

"I'm hungry, Joyce," I declared while cleaning myself 
up and zipping my fly. "Get in the kitchen and get us 
something to eat."

"But, John," she whined, "I need to cum too!"

"Oh you will, dear. You will several times tonight, 
that I promise you. But first I want supper."

"But, John, Lisa will be home soon if she's not 
already. She can't see me dressed like this!"

"She can and she will. You're going to be dressed like 
this a lot from now on. Leave Lisa to me. I'll make 
sure she understands." I slapped Joyce firmly on her 
ass, leaving my handprint on her pale cheek. "You just 
worry about pleasing me, woman, and fucking you the 
first time has made me hungry. If you want to be 
fucked again, if you want to cum again, you'd better 
feed me a decent meal."

I sent Joyce scurrying to the kitchen with another pop 
on the opposite cheek, leaving a matching handprint on 
the other side. I stopped by Lisa's room to say 
something to her, only to find the little minx naked 
on her bed with the vibrator buzzing her clit and her 
hips waving in the air. 

"Holy shit, have all the women in this house turned 
into whores overnight?" I whispered as I drew close to 
her bed.

"You're just in time, Daddy. Stick a finger in me, 
please! I'm just about to cum."

Who could refuse such a lovely invitation from his 
daughter? I buried not one, but two fingers into her 
hot, gooey snatch.

Lisa's teenaged cunt pushed high into the air. I 
unzipped my trousers, again, and drew out my semi-
erect cock. I know women like to have something to 
suck on when they cum.

She gobbled it up quickly when I brought it near her 
mouth. Then she drew her head back and looked at it 
and then up at me.

"Your cock taste funny, Daddy. What have you been 
doing with it?"

"Oh, I forgot, baby. It's okay, put it back in your 
mouth. I've just been fucking your mother is all."

"Oh, Daddy! I wish you'd fuck me instead," she whined 
softly.

"Shhh girl, just suck Daddy's cock and cum on top of 
my finger before you mother comes looking for me."

As quick as she was about it, my cock was hard by the 
time she uttered her muffled scream of orgasm. She 
clamped down on both penis and finger at the same time 
at opposite ends. Damn, she was pretty when she did 
that!

I nuzzled and sucked her tits as she caught her breath 
and then told her to be dressed and in the kitchen in 
fifteen minutes. I gave her a kiss and told her she 
looked beautiful when she came so good.

When I walked into the kitchen, Joyce had some food 
out, but she was wiping between her legs with a paper 
towel, no doubt dabbing up my dribbling sperm. I 
walked up to her and gave her yet another swat on her 
pretty ass, startling her again.

"Just let it run down your leg, baby," I told her in a 
commanding voice. "Don't you know it turns a man on to 
see his cum dripping out of a beautiful woman?"

"Oh, John, what would Lisa think if she saw me making 
dinner in this get-up with sperm running down my leg."

"I'm sure she'd think that her mother is a gorgeous 
woman whose husband loves to fuck her. Is there 
anything wrong with that?"

"And what will you do if she wants to run around the 
house half naked like this?"

"She's getting to be as good looking as her mother, 
Joyce. I might start encouraging her to do just that."

I rubbed myself against my gorgeous wife, holding her 
and showing her affection. Joyce seemed to melt 
against me, wanting to be touched and cuddled.

We both heard Lisa clear her throat behind us. Joyce 
froze, suddenly nervous. She started to try to run 
away, but I held her in place. Finally, she gave up 
and went back to preparing the food in front of her, 
her head down concentrating on the counter.

I stepped aside and leaned my back against the 
counter, allowing Lisa to see her mother and her 
attire. When I first turned around, Lisa had a jealous 
stance, hands on hips. Then she saw her mother exposed 
ass and legs and her jaw dropped.

"Wow, Mom," she finally said. "I love your outfit. 
That looks so comfortable."

I reached over and rubbed Joyce's exposed tummy, 
comforting her.

"Yes, ah, I just wanted to be comfortable after a long 
day of work," Joyce mumbled, still working feverishly 
chopping some mushrooms.

What a contrast they were, Joyce in her skimpy slut 
outfit and Lisa all dressed up for a change. Our 
daughter was still dressed casually, but she wore a 
nice blue knit pullover and a pair of decent, if 
faded, jeans. Of course, her belly button still winked 
out at me from under the not quite long enough blouse 
and the jeans were just tight enough to allow my 
practiced eye to see that the little tart wasn't 
wearing any panties, but compared with her mother she 
was overdressed.

Lisa stepped forward, her eyes raising when she 
noticed the prominent red prints of my hand still on 
Joyce's fair flesh. She started to get a mischievous 
look in her eye, but I warned her quietly with my own 
look not to go too far.

"Well, you sure have the legs to carry it off, 
Mother," Lisa said sweetly. "I wish my legs look that 
nice when I grow up."

Lisa stepped forward and kissed her mother on the 
cheek. She touched Joyce briefly on the small of her 
back, then as she drew back toward the refrigerator, 
her hand innocently slid down and stroked the soft 
skin of the top of Joyce's ass.

Joyce froze and even I gasped silently at Lisa's 
audacity. But my daughter covered it perfectly by 
innocently starting to tell us both about her day at 
school. Neither one of her parents heard the first 
several comments, but by the time she got a soda from 
the fridge, the moment had passed and we were both 
listening again.

Joyce was making salads, cutting up the ingredients 
and tossing everything together. Several times she had 
to walk to the refrigerator. The red front panel of 
the thong panties was soaked and dark. When she had to 
bend over to get something from a lower shelf, we 
could both see the white cream of a my sperm leaking 
between Joyce's firm thighs.

I began to take every opportunity to touch my wife 
too. There was nothing overt about these caresses, 
just stroking her arm as I began to help her, brushing 
up against her body as I walked by, or hooking my 
ankle around hers as we stood close to each other. 

Even Lisa got into the act when she offered to help 
set the table. She had to reach into the cabinet over 
Joyce's shoulder to get the glasses. As she did so, 
she pressed almost half of her body against the near 
naked backside of her mother.

Each time Joyce was touched, her body responded 
unconsciously. I wouldn't doubt at all if being so 
exposed and touched didn't keep her on a high state of 
sexual agitation. That, at the very least, was just 
one of my goals, anyway.

Finally we all sat down to eat together, but before we 
could start, Lisa interrupted us.

"It's so great to see you two getting along better," 
she said gently, looking from me to her mother. "It's 
nice to know my Dad and Mom actually like each other 
again."

"It's more than that, sweetheart," I said, taking 
Joyce's hand in mine. "We're going to be a very close 
family. Just you wait and see!" 
