Seven Years Later...
At eighteen, Ashley was packed off to attend NYU. Over the years, she and Merrill had had numerous, frank discussions about sex. Sexually, Ashley was conservative, and still a virgin. She was a beautiful girl. She had long, dark blondish hair. Her eyes were green. She was tall, slim, with a perfect ass, and great tits. Jake often thought of Ashley while he was banging her mother, and Merrill knew it. They even did it on Ashley's bed a few times, for the express purpose of enabling Jake's fantasy.
Although Ashley didn't date much, she had been fond, ever since her breasts appeared, of teasing Jake. She did this both out of playfulness, and out of a subconscious desire to try out her sexual assets on a man she felt completely safe with. This, Merrill assured him, was perfectly normal behavior for a teenage daughter.
While Ashley was at school, the home seemed terribly empty, and Merrill and Jake suddenly felt old. She returned home for the first time on Thanksgiving week. The fates had decreed that the three of them would spend Thanksgiving alone together, which suited them all just fine.
When Ashley came home for Thanksgiving, she arrived on the preceding Friday afternoon. Merrill was with her sister, Jill, picking out wedding things, and interviewing caterers. She would not be back for hours. Jake picked Ashley up at the airport. He had missed her so much! And, she him.
They embraced warmly at the luggage carousel, and headed home. They chatted happily all the way home. Once there, Ashley excused herself to go upstairs and unpack. Jake sat in the living room, with a beer, thinking about how mature Ashley seemed. A few months of seasoning, at a good university, had made a noticeable difference. She was becoming a real woman.
Jake was powerfully attracted to his daughter. Stepdaughter, he corrected himself. He and Merrill had often discussed, frankly, how sexy and alluring she had become. He began to get an erection. He heard someone come down the stairs. It could only be Ashley, but the cadence, the sound, was not her characteristic thunder run. It was slower, and delicate.
He turned his head, and saw a different person. Ashley wore a tight, black leather minidress. It had a low cut, strapless neckline, and was barely long enough to cover her round ass. She had dark stockings on her long, shapely legs, with seams up the back. The tops of her bosoms were pushed up, and out, on full display. Her long hair cascaded over one shoulder. Her high heels accounted for her restrained gait.
Jake stood, with his jaw on the floor, taking it all in. His erection grew, distending his thin shorts. Ashley smiled innocently, and asked, "What do you think, Dad?" He slowly approached her. She had never seen his expression before. She explained, "My friends thought I should have one outfit that was sexy...you know, to drive men wild...." Jake stopped about a foot away from her, breathing heavily. She looked down, deliberately, at his erection. He gathered her in his arms, holding her body tight to his.
Into her ear, he asked, "Who are you wearing it for?"
She whispered, "I'm wearing it for you...."
Jake squeezed her more tightly, and writhed about, smearing his entire body against hers. She sighed. He kissed her, hard, on the mouth. They both gave in to desire. They went wild, opening their mouths, and kissing passionately. Jake held her ass firmly in his hands, something he had long dreamed of doing. The pair released a flood of repressed lust. They had never before touched in a frankly sexual way.
After a short time, he swept her up in his arms, and carried her up the stairs, to her room. They kissed the entire way. He set her down, on her feet, next to her frilly canopy bed, and feverishly removed his t-shirt and shorts. She stood, breathless. He swept a few things off her bed with his arm, and seized her. He unzipped the back of the dress, and peeled it off of her. She was braless. She wore a black garter belt, and filmy black panties. He ripped the panties apart in an instant.
Jake tore the covers off of the single bed with a swipe of his hand. He picked Ashley up, by the waist, and set her down on the bed. Like a wild man, he jumped onto the bed, and assumed a plank position, over her. Ashley, bless her heart, had the presence of mind to reach for the baby oil on her nightstand. Her hands shaking, she took a palmful, and rubbed it into her pussy. She took another palmful, and spread it over his erection. Setting the bottle down, she worked the oil more deeply into her snatch. Ashley had used the oil to masturbate countless times, and she lubricated herself expertly in just seconds.
Jake looked down into the face he loved more than any other, and kissed her on the mouth. He used one hand to wipe the head of his penis up and down in her slit. Then, he lowered his hips, to slide his cock along her pussy. He felt the nub of her clitoris slide under his cock. This was as much foreplay as either of them had patience for.
Jake briefly regretted that he had no momentous words to say, such as "The Eagle had landed," or "I come in peace for all mankind." Perhaps, "I came, I saw, I conquered" would have been more appropriate. Jake then realized he had forgotten to check whether she had a hymen or not. It was too late, now, for Jake was barely able to restrain himself from drilling into her in one powerful thrust. She still wore a black lace garter belt, black stockings, and black stiletto heels. The virgin/whore contrast made Jake delirious.
Jake worked his cock head between her pussy lips, and to the entrance to her vagina. He pushed inward, slowly. He felt a little resistance after the first half inch or so. Looking deeply in to each other's eyes, he pushed through her maidenhead, and into virgin territory. Ashley gasped with the sting of her hymen being displaced. Jake plowed ahead, utterly unable to stop his advance.
Ashley grimaced, and furrowed her brow. She had been completely comfortable with the idea of being prised open by this world-class stud. Jake's passage into her depths distended her tissues severely. Now that she was experiencing his ardor, she feared he would surely rip her wide open. Jake was mad with lust. He had never experienced a more gratifying feeling in his life. He slid in, slowly, but continuously. When he bottomed out, he gasped. He wiggled his hips a little, generating some luxurious friction inside her.
Jake savored the warm grip she had on his cock. After mere seconds, he stiffened, looked down at her face, and erupted inside. His ejaculation went on so long he feared that his system had broken, somehow. It felt as if he were expelling quarts of semen. When his cock stopped pulsating, he carefully pulled out.
Jake was not remotely satisfied. He had never had a more enjoyable experience, but he was desperate for more. However, he loved Ashley enough to overcome his own desires. Jake rose up on his knees, and looked down. As her vagina contracted to approximately its previous dimensions, white cream flowed copiously from it. Jake had never seen so much cum in one place. He would remember that gratifying sight to his dying day.
Jake snapped back to reality. The enormity of what he had just done overwhelmed him. He got out of bed, and pulled a sheet over Ashley. He pulled his shorts on, over his greasy erection. He asked, "Are you all right, Ashley?"
Ashley was breathing rapidly, and looked to be in shock. She had dreamed, for years, what she would say to the hero who deflowered her, usually imagining that hero to be her Dad. She had the presence of mind to say, "Thank you, Dad. Thank you for being my first. I will always remember this moment, and you."
Tears welled up in Jake's eyes. He ached to climb atop her, and return his erection to its rightful place inside her. Instead, he said, "Ashley, I think we should get cleaned up, and talk about this downstairs. Okay?"
She asked, with sweet innocence, "Have you had enough? I mean, do you need more? You could do it again, or I could try sucking you."
