Lisa's Family Lesson {John Jabbin} {Mf inc MF NC anal}
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This is a continuation of the story, "Lisa's First" 
and "Lisa's Bobbin' Head." Lisa still has a lot to 
learn! Those stories can be found respectively at:

http://www.asstr.org/files/Collections/Alt.Sex.Stories.Moderated/Year2000/27982

http://www.asstr.org/files/Collections/Alt.Sex.Stories.Moderated/Year2000/28015





Lisa's Family Lesson



My fifteen-year-old daughter, Lisa, lay on my chest. 
We had been having a hell-of-a-time this afternoon. 
Lisa had gotten her first-fuck from dear ol' dad. Then 
she had received an excellent lesson on the fine art 
of giving head. She was fast learner and had all the 
makings of the perfect slut for her father. Even just 
the thought of her warm, wet mouth bobbin' up and down 
on my prick started to get a rise out of me. I could 
stay in her cute, little-girl decor bedroom all day 
and keep fucking her, but there was more for her to do 
and learn than just that.

I threw her over my shoulder like a sack of potatoes 
and carried her off to the master bathroom. Along the 
way, I swatted her pretty bottom playfully, causing 
the saucy wench to wiggle on my shoulder delightfully. 
She was laughing and happy, more gay than I'd seen the 
sullen teenager in quite some time. Maybe the cure for 
teenage angst is a good dose of daddy-dick for every 
girl!

She weighted next to nothing, probably less than a 
hundred pounds, and since I work out often, she fit 
comfortably across my broad shoulders. As we entered 
my bathroom, I couldn't help but notice our reflection 
in the mirror.

"Look at us, baby," I told her as I turned so she 
could see our reflection too. She had to twist a bit 
to look over the other shoulder, but skinny teenagers 
are very flexible. Plus, I think she liked the idea of 
rubbing her tits along my back as she did it.

"That's one of your best features," I said playfully 
as I swatted her ass again. "Here, smile for the 
camera," I joked as I used both hands to spread her 
butt cheeks out, exposing all her lovelies to the 
mirror.

"Oh, Daddy," she decried with the familiar daughter 
refrain as she swatted my back in return. Still, I 
could tell from her wiggle that she liked having my 
big, strong hands on her ass.

She had a fine ass, too. She still had the narrow hips 
of a girl, but there was a lot of flesh on her ass 
compared to her skinny frame. It's like all the growth 
had been to the back, and not the side. Her mother, 
the frigid bitch, had a wider ass now than when we had 
married. She was still a fine woman though, much to my 
chagrin. Lisa could do a lot worse than growing up to 
look like Joyce, that's for damn sure.

The trick would be to have her keep this exuberant, 
slutish attitude about sex and still grow up to be a 
fine looking woman like her mother. Even now, looking 
in the mirror, she was staring at my cock getting 
stiffer and all the time she was licking her lips like 
a hungry whore. God, I love a horny slut!

"Get in there and start the shower running," I 
demanded, setting her down with a more forceful slap 
on the ass to reinforce my point. She scampered into 
the walk-in shower, rubbing her tush with both hands.

After I got some towels and washcloths, I stepped into 
the shower with her. The water was a little warmer 
than my taste, but nothing I couldn't live with; 
especially not while there was a naked, wet teenager 
with me.

"If you're gonna be my fuck-doll from now on, I want 
you nice and clean all the time for Daddy. That means 
showers every day, sometimes more than one, and wash 
that hair often. Let's scrub that butt good too, you 
never know when Daddy wants to get a taste of it and 
it better be clean. You want to be Daddy's fuck-doll, 
don'tcha girl?"

"Oh, Daddy," she purred, grabbing my dick in her hand, 
"you can fuck me with your big, fat cock anytime you 
want."

"Of course I can, little girl. I knew that the moment 
I walked in on you with your fingers stuffed in your 
cunt."

I grabbed the bar of soap and began to lather up my 
slut of a daughter all over. There's something 
particularly delicious about a soapy, slippery girl. I 
really couldn't believe my good fortune to have such a 
lovely playmate to share my bath. But then I thought, 
why not? After all, she was half of my genetic code. 
It just made sense that she would inherit the fun-loving, 
fuck-me-anytime attitude from me. I wonder if she also 
inherited the darker thrill of sex I enjoyed too? I guess 
in the near future, we would be finding that out.

In the meantime, I just enjoyed having a sexy little 
fuck-doll to play with. I soaped her up real good, 
paying particular attention to her tits and ass. She 
loved the slick feel of my hands gliding over her 
breasts and after I showed her how to gently slide a 
soapy finger in her ass, she loved that too. I had her 
wash my ass thoroughly as well, telling her how much I 
enjoyed a finger back there when I was ready to cum.

She loved having her body played with. I've never seen 
anyone who liked to be touched more than Lisa did. 
Every time I caressed her, she seemed to open up even 
more, like a flower finally blossoming fully.

"This is great, Dad. I wish we could shower together 
every day from now on. Can we? I love to feel your 
soapy hands on my body!"

"We'll have to see, dear. I have to figure what I'm 
going to do about your mother."

"You're just too nice to her, Dad. You need to be 
firmer."

"What do you mean, baby doll?"

"Mother acts like a bitch sometimes just to make you 
mad, but you never get mad at her. You're too nice 
sometimes. I just think you need to stand up and put 
her in her place."

"You do, do you? Well, maybe you're right. Women have 
a better sense about what other women want than men 
do."

"You think I'm a woman now, Daddy?" she asked 
coquettishly.

"Well, you've certainly got a woman's cunt," I teased, 
fingering her swiftly, " and a woman's ass and a 
woman's tits."

"I don't think my breasts are big enough, Daddy. I 
want them to be bigger!"

"Nonsense. What's important about a girl's tits is not 
how big they are, but how often they get touched and 
tasted. Let me show you."

I pushed her back against the shower wall and started 
to gently maul her breasts. Her tits disappeared under 
my big paws, but I was ever so tender with them at 
first. Lisa's breath caught with the suddenness of my 
touch and soon her eyes were rolling back in her 
head and she was biting her lips in arousal. I slid my 
hands down to her ass and lifted her up against the 
wall until I could impale her on my cock. Then, I let 
her light body slide down on my staff of its own 
accord as my hands went back to her tits.

She was propped against the wall, her feet several 
inches from the floor being held up by my hands on her 
tits and my cock in her cunt. Now she really was my 
little fuck-doll. I didn't pound into her though. I 
wanted her to feel the joy of getting her tits felt up 
right now.

As my hands played over her breasts, I started 
squeezing them harder and harder. Lisa began pushing 
her hips away from the wall, trying to fuck my dick 
into her more. I stayed still, but gave her just enough 
room to thrust that she could rub her clit against my 
pubic bone. I knew that would make the little slut 
in her happy.

As she began to work her cunt against me harder, I 
reached behind me and put the showerhead on pulsate 
and aimed it at her tits. The moment the hard pulse of 
the water hit one of her breast, she tried to squirm 
away, but I was quick to hold her in place. She 
gasped, as the force of the spray took her breath way, 
but I covered the soft breast tissue with my hand and 
only exposed the hard, pink button of her nipple to 
the pulse. She squealed, but ground her cunt down 
against me delightfully again. 

I couldn't keep the spray aimed at her nipple 
constantly, though, or she would have lost all 
feeling. Instead, I covered her with my head as I 
lavished her breast with my tongue and then suddenly 
pulled my head away so that the spray would strike her 
again. In this way Lisa's tit was continually 
bombarded with overwhelming sensations -- pleasure, 
pain, heat and cold.

After a while, I shifted our positions awkwardly so 
that the neglected nipple got its share of the spray 
too, only this time she knew what to expect. In 
between playing with it, I looked at its twin that had 
received the first treatment. Her nipple had gone from 
a pretty pink nubbin to a throbbing dusky rose color. 
The nipple and the areola were swollen and more 
sensitive to my touch.

I was delighted with Lisa's response to the over-
stimulation that bordered on abuse. It was a good 
experiment with her level of tolerance to pain and 
willingness to do whatever I wanted. She had protested 
once, begging me to stop and just fuck her, but when 
she saw my determination, she submitted her body to me 
fully, placing herself completely in my hands to 
experience the sensations I required of her.

After torturing both nipples with the water, I turned 
the spray off of her and only stimulated them with my 
mouth. She hunched against me as best she could, 
suspended in the air as she was, and only achieved her 
bliss when I reached underneath her and snaked the tip 
of a finger into her ass. The orgasm she experienced 
was a quick, sharp cum, made even sharper when I bit 
down on her sensitive nipple with my teeth.

I held her in my arms, caressing her gently and 
telling her what a good job she had done in cuming in 
Daddy's arms.

"You've come a long way today. You're well on the way 
to being a very good slut-daughter for Daddy. How do 
you feel, baby?"

"Umm," she moaned, still impaled on my hard cock. "I'm 
starting to get sore all over, Daddy. My nipples are 
throbbing and my cunt feels like you've stretch it out 
terribly with your cock. Please let me down now."

As I squatted down and pulled out of her, my dick 
plopped out with a wet, sticky slurp. She grimaced as 
I came out and I realized how easy it was to forget 
that only hours ago she had been a virgin. A very 
eagerly deflowered virgin, to be sure, but no doubt 
her cunt had taken a battering between fingers, tongue 
and cock. 

"You're still hard, Daddy. Do you need to cum?"

"No baby, Daddy's okay for now. Why don't you be a 
doll and clean it off for me, though?"

She reached for a washcloth, but I stopped her and 
chuckled at her. 

"No, darlin'. A good slut always cleans her man's cock 
off with her mouth when they're done. Get on your 
knees and suck it clean, sweetheart."

Lisa got on her knees before me, a bit tentative and 
questioningly at first, but such was her love of cock 
that soon she was licking it lovingly all the way up 
and down. I was glad that she was developing a taste 
for her own juices, too. I planned to watch her eating 
cunt as often as was logistically possible. Preferably 
cunt that had just been filled with my cum.

But I didn't let her finish me off. One thing I've 
learned over the years about dealing with sluts is 
that you can never let them think they can drain you 
dry. If you do, they start looking elsewhere for meat.

So I made my little darlin' get up and we dried each 
other off. She was exhausted, the poor thing. Her 
nipples and cunt were tender as I dried her off. I 
seriously thought about bending her over and sticking 
it up her virgin ass to complete the picture, but I 
decided that she had had enough surprises for the day.

So instead, I carried her off to bed, patted her 
little pussy goodnight and tucked her in for an early 
sleep. She was so exhausted that as I stroked her hair 
and told her how much I loved her, she fell asleep 
immediately.

As I sat having a beer in my living room, I reviewed 
the fine afternoon I had spent with my daughter. Lisa 
was a delicious piece of work and I wanted to take 
full advantage of her for the few years she would be 
around the house. Eventually, even a Daddy's-slut 
moves off and has her own life.

But to really enjoy Lisa over the next few years, I 
had to do something about Joyce, my wife and her 
mother. After all, I wanted to bring Lisa to my bed 
and sleep with her and fuck her whenever I wanted. 
Joyce was hardly going to accept her daughter sleeping 
and fucking right next to her.

Thinking about Joyce made me remember what Lisa had 
said. Maybe I was being too accommodating to my wife. 
Maybe she did need me to be firmer ...  more of a man.

I started thinking back about where it had all gone 
wrong with Joyce and me. She used to be a hot number 
herself. I married her because she was smart, looked 
great and was a lot of fun to fuck. Somewhere along 
the way, that had changed. Now she didn't respect me 
and certainly didn't want to fuck me. But, something 
about what Lisa had said "clicked" in my mind.

Joyce started acting this way during her pregnancy and 
when Lisa was a baby. I had always taken that as 
meaning that her attitude had changed since she had 
become a mother. But, thinking back on it now, I was 
more accommodating to Joyce's "feelings" while she was 
pregnant and just after. I've always had a soft-spot 
for pregnant women. Maybe Joyce just didn't think I 
was being strong enough for her to respect because of 
that. Suddenly a lot of things about our relationship 
began to make sense.

But, I wondered as I sipped my beer, was it too late 
to change? Fifteen years of animosity had gone by at 
this point. Maybe it was too late for Joyce and I. But 
I knew this, if nothing changed, one day she would 
come home to find me humping her daughter and all hell 
would break loose. Better to end it now than to let 
that happen. I knew that, if given the choice, Lisa 
would stay with me. And what judge wouldn't give a 
fifteen-year-old teenager her choice?

Almost like she was summoned, Joyce came waltzing in, 
the Ice Queen herself. She walked through our living 
room, looking beautiful and distant, with barely a 
passing word for her husband. Why had I put up with 
that shit all these years? Because she was gorgeous, 
that's why!

Joyce was thirty-five years old and looked twenty-six. 
She had a great rack of tits. They stayed up high and 
firm even when she didn't wear a bra. She had nice, 
womanly hips and a flat belly. Best of all, Joyce was 
a flaming redhead with a temper to match as well. For 
a horny bastard like me, she was the ultimate fuck. 
Even when she was treating me like shit and I was 
beating off three times a day, I was thinking of Joyce 
while I did it.

So I made a decision right there in my living room. I 
was gonna fuck her hard and often from now on and if 
she left because of it, I was just gonna fuck her 
daughter instead. And if she didn't leave, who knows, 
I might just fuck them both!

I walked into our bedroom with more confidence on the 
outside than I felt on the inside.

"We have to talk, Joyce."

"Not right now, John. I've had a hard day at mother's. 
I just want to unwind."

Joyce was facing the bed, trying to ignore me. She 
looked damn good in a knit top and a short, black 
skirt. She had been wearing clogs, but she had kicked 
them off near the doorway and now she was barefooted. 
She wasn't wearing hose, but with those legs, she 
didn't need them to look good.

"I'm getting tired of this shit, Joyce. You need to 
start acting like a wife, again."

"Don't talk to me like that, John. It's been a long 
time since you acted like a husband."

"Well, maybe it's about time I did," I said softly as 
I came up behind her.

I pushed Joyce onto the bed, grabbing a handful of her 
luscious red hair as I rode her down. She started to 
fight me, but by keeping a hand in her hair and my 
knees between her knees, I was able to control her 
somewhat. She was stunned when I ripped up her skirt 
so forcefully it pushed the breath out of her lungs. 
She was even more stunned when I ripped down the 
plain, white cotton panties she had worn to her 
mother's house. Imagine a sexy bitch like this wearing 
white cotton panties with a short black skirt! It 
ought to be against the law!

She almost got away when I had to undo my pants with 
one hand. It was even harder to pull them down far 
enough to expose my hard cock, but once it was free I 
had a clean shot at her. I jammed two fingers into the 
bitch and felt around in her cunt. She was very dry at 
first, but those fingers brought a little moisture to 
the surface. I guess any cunt can be responsive, even 
when it belongs to an Ice Queen.

Joyce was yelling at me, though not loudly, begging me 
not to do this. It was almost as though she wanted to 
protest but didn't want to arouse Lisa or the 
neighbors. When I pulled out my fingers and lined up 
my cock, she took a deep breath and I thought maybe 
she was going to scream. I grabbed her hair even 
tighter and pushed her face into the pillow as I 
plunged my cock into her cunt in one stroke.

Joyce let out a wail that would have woke the dead if 
I hadn't have had her face in the pillow. All I could 
think of was all the times she had denied me through 
the years and all the times she had disrespected me in 
front of my friends and my daughter. I began to fuck 
into my wife's cunt, the cunt that should have been 
mine whenever I wanted it, and wasn't. 

After I was buried in her and fucking, though, there 
was no reason to keep my hand in her hair. I grabbed 
Joyce's gorgeous hips and pulled back on them, fucking 
into her cunt all the harder for the leverage. Damn, it 
was delicious, seeing my cock swallowed up by her red 
trimmed snatch. I had forgotten what a wonderful cunt 
she was to fuck. Joyce was just tight enough to be 
snug, but wet and hot enough to be a great ride. She 
had the most perfect pussy in the world, even better 
than her beautiful daughter's cunt. This was prime, 
mature, forevermore fuckable pussy!

She grunted every time I slammed into her, every hard 
thrust almost taking the wind right out of her. There 
was nothing gentle about it. If she wanted me to act 
more like a husband, I'd just take what a husband has 
a right to take.

I looked down at her gorgeous ass and thought about 
how she had never let me have it. I had always wanted 
to fuck Joyce in the ass, but she was always prissy 
about it. Well, this might be my last chance and I was 
gonna take advantage of it.

But, before I did, I wanted to beat her cunt into 
submission first. I fucked Joyce harder than I've ever 
fucked any woman before in my life, harder than I 
would have thought possible. One thing I'll give the 
her, she took it well! As hard as I slammed her, she 
just grunted and accepted it. Of course, with my vice-
like grip on her hips and uncaring attitude about her 
pleasure, she didn't have much choice. I suppose in an 
effort to protect itself from the abuse, her pussy 
flooded us both with her thick creams.

Joyce was almost passed out by now. When I pulled out 
quickly, her hips kept up our motion on shear kinetic 
energy. I stabbed three fingers in her cunt and got 
them thick with cream, then shoved one of them in her 
ass, which was sticking up in the air beautifully.

Joyce started to squirm again with the invasion of her 
fundament, but the second finger roughly brought to 
bear helped to calm her. The third finger almost drove 
her insane again. But, even watching her squirm wasn't 
enough. I wanted that ass bouncing on my cock!

So that's what I did! Joyce let out a painful hiss of 
breath as my full, throbbing cock entered her ass. I 
pushed her head down into the pillow again when I 
bottomed out and she let loose with another blood-
curdling, and thankfully muffled, scream. But I showed 
her no mercy and her beautiful ass stayed with me with 
every fierce thrust I made into it. Fucking Joyce in 
the ass was like fucking a big tube of butter. She was 
slick and hot and I pulled her back and forth in a 
furious fucking fashion that made me delirious.

The head of my cock felt huge inside her. I imagined 
it coming out her throat. I imagined my dick going all 
the way from her ass to her throat and I was about to 
cum in her mouth. I pounded her, hammering away at her 
buttery ass as I squeezed it and pinched the cheeks 
roughly. I battered her ass, consuming it for my 
pleasure, and in the end, painted her insides white 
with my sticky cum!

I was disappointed when I pulled my dick out of her. 
Her ass was hardly messy at all. Still I bet my cock 
smelled pretty funky though. That's why, after I had 
dragged Joyce's unresponsive body over to the edge of 
the bed, I held her nose as I shoved my still-hard 
cock into her mouth. I didn't really think she'd give 
me head. I just wanted to humiliate her a little more 
for all the times she had done the same to me.

After that, I pulled my pants back up and took off my 
belt. I smacked her lovely, jiggly bottom with it a 
few times to get her attention. When she began to 
respond to the pain of the belt, I told her that if 
she stayed another day in this house it was going to 
be different from now on.

"I'm the man of the house from now on, Joyce. That 
means you'll fuck when I want to fuck and you'll be 
nice to me and pretty for me all the time. If you ever 
give me any shit again, I'll fuck you even harder next 
time, do you understand?"

When she didn't answer, I brought the belt down on her 
ass again.

"Do you understand?" I demanded in her ear.

"Yes ... yes, John. I understand. Please don't hit me 
anymore!"

"Start acting like a wife and I won't spank you like a 
little girl. Now get yourself dolled-up pretty. You look 
like shit and I want some supper. Fucking you has made 
me hungry."
