DISCLAIMER: The following is a work of fiction. The characters depicted herein are all 18-years-old or older. Any similarities to actual persons, living or dead, or events, past or present, are strictly coincidental.
Pt 3 It's Like Nothing You've Ever Felt
Six months have passed since I first taught my 18-year-old daughter how to properly suck a cock. Her first customer was her brother and he had lost his virginity to her mouth. Three months later, I taught him to return the favor. The two were now on equal footing. Although Rachel had gotten used to giving Alex head pretty much on a daily basis, Alex now found that he was expected to please her twice as often if not more. He was understandably confused. Rachel had seemed utterly ravished the first time he'd given her head, but now it seemed something was missing... and I knew exactly what that was.
"I want to have sex."
My 18-year-old daughter had approached me one day in the living room. I wasn't as surprised as I probably should have been to hear her say these words to me. However, I was still struck dumb as to how to respond. "Um... okay... why?"
"Well, I'm... kind of bored."
"Bored..?" I felt my penis begin to stiffen as I wondered what she was thinking. "Aren't you still having fun with your brother?"
She nodded. She then shook her head a little and shrugged. "Kind of, but, I don't know. It was good the first time. It was really good. But now... there's just this feeling like I'm missing out on something."
There was no doubt about it. My daughter longed to have a good stiff cock buried deep in her cunt. I stared at her. She was wearing Daisy Dukes and a one-button with no midriff. Thoughts played through my head of taking her there and then. I'd sweep her off her feet, plant her at the edge of my bed and bury my hardened poker deep inside her while pumping her fast and powerful as a train.
Then I asked, "Your brother doesn't want to have sex with you..?" Weird as it sounded, I couldn't think of anything else to say.
"He does, but I'm not on the pill and he doesn't want to get me pregnant."
Sensible enough, I thought. "...and he doesn't want to wear a rubber?"
Rachel shook her head. "Not for his first time."
I couldn't believe the next words that came out of my mouth. "I guess we're gonna have to get you on the pill."
Rachel hugged me tightly. "Thank you, daddy."