Between The Lines Ch 04 Advice

The girls get some tips from Mum and Auntie. All characters are over 18 years old.

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After the Daughters of Lot meeting, we had plenty to think about. Allie and me were really excited about the idea of fucking my Dad. And the chance of becoming pregnant! It just sounded so naughty! And wild! Despite what I said earlier, I found my Dad really attractive and I knew Allie did too. Certainly not her Dad though, he was a bit of a drunken slob! But how to make it happen? We decided to discuss it with my Mum. She's always been very approachable about sex and stuff and I think she had a bit of a wild side to her when she was younger. And I know that Mum and Dad have had a few encounters with other couples over the years.

So, a couple of days later while Dad was out at a meeting, Ally came round for dinner. After dinner and a couple of glasses of wine, we asked Mum if we could talk to her about something personal. "Of course!" she said. "Let's get comfortable in the living room."

It was quite a warm evening so we all stripped down to light tops and skirts. As mum said, it was just us girls.

Me and Ally weren't sure how to start the conversation, so we were surprised when Mum said, "I gather you girls had an interesting evening on Tuesday."

"Umm, err, yeah..." replied Ally.

"But how did you know?" I cried.

"Ooh, I have my spies. Oh, all right. My friend Beth's daughter Jo was speaking at the meeting. I think Jo spoke to you and Lucy afterward. Beth is really looking forward to becoming a grandma."

I was so flabbergasted, I didn't know what to say, so I blurted out, "So does Beth know the whole story, like who the father is? I mean, does she find it a bit weird, it being Jo's father, her ex-husband?"

"Well, I guess it's not something everyone would be comfortable about, but she completely accepts it, and she can see how much her ex, Dave, loves those girls and wants to form a family with them all. Including his own daughter. It's not that unusual really. Daughters of Lot has been around a long time and I've been to their meetings in the past."

"You mean, you've ..." I wasn't sure how to continue.

"Well, it's complex. I've never talked much about my past love life. I guess I was waiting for you to ask me. So perhaps now is the time. Let me tell you about my very first lover."

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JESSICA'S STORY

Way back, when I was your age, yes, I'd just turned eighteen, I had this boyfriend, Kevin. He was a nice guy and we really enjoyed each other's company. But neither of us were sexually experienced. We were both virgins and we learned a lot from each other, kissing, touching, trying to make each other cum. But really, we had no idea what to do.

That's partly why it's so good to see you girls together, how you touch each other and pleasure each other when you stay overnight. What, did you think I hadn't noticed? Don't look so shocked, it's nothing to be embarrassed about, it's what girls do.

But, getting back to my story, the trouble was, although I was becoming good at getting him off, either with my hands or by sucking his cock, I was getting increasingly frustrated. I don't think either of us realised that he could go down on me and his fingers weren't really doing it for me. So I decided it was time to go all the way.

We went out to the drive in -- you know, the drive in movie theatre, where you sit in your car and watch the movie. Well, that was what you were supposed to do. But for young people, it was a matter of get into the back seat and make out for an hour or so. By then the windows were so steamy you couldn't see the movie anyway. And hopefully no one could look in to see what you were up to. Actually Kevin's old car had this huge front seat, so we spent most of the evening there. Anyhow, he ended up cumming before he could get anywhere near fucking me, so that abruptly ended the night and I made him drive me home. I was so frustrated!

My sisters had all gone away for the weekend, so when I went inside, Dad was sitting on the couch by himself in his pyjamas and dressing gown, drinking whisky and watching some late night raunchy film on the TV. He went to switch it off but I said not to, and I just snuggled up to him. I guess he could see I was pretty upset and he put his arm around me. The film was one of those European coming of age dramas, with a few sex scenes between the main characters. Not really the sort of thing my Dad would usually have watched with his innocent daughter! But we watched it anyhow. I could see he was getting pretty turned on. How did I know? Well, the bulge on his lap was pretty obvious.

And I was still really turned on too.

His arm was around me and stroking my arm, so I lifted his hand up and put it on my boob. After a while he started stroking me.

Somehow I found myself straddling his lap, facing him. The buttons on my blouse were mostly undone, my bra had been lost in the car, my boobs were in his face and he was licking them. I guess you know how good it is to have your boobs caressed and licked, and the nipples teased. I bet you've done it to each other haven't you? Yes, you can do it now if you like. I can see you are both turned on. So am I!

My panties had also come off in the car so all I had on my bottom half was my short skirt. I could feel my cunt rubbing against the bulge in his pyjamas. Yes, girls, my cunt! If you're going to talk about sex, you have to use the right words. Pussy's OK, pubes, fanny, that's all too soft. Cunt is the word, go on, say it.

"Cunt, cunt, cunt!" we said. I reached for Ally's cunt and she reached for mine. Now we were getting so turned on we couldn't keep our hands off each other. Mum was clearly turned on too, she was stroking her boobs and the outside of her panties.

His cock had come out of his pyjama pants and it was hard. And huge! At least bigger than anything I'd seen before, which was mainly just Kevin's," Mum continued. "I humped Daddy. Actually, I fucked him even though there was no penetration. It wasn't deliberate or planned. It just was. I was reacting to sensations, following the directions my body was sending me. I humped Daddy's erection and forgot all about him or his pleasure. It was selfish but oh so good.

I scrubbed my clit along Daddy's erection, masturbated on him, humped away completely absorbed in my own pleasure and when I came, God, girls, when I came it was so powerful it almost had me passing out.

Mum fell quiet, living with her memories. I noticed her areolae dimple up, which I now know is a sign of how erotic she still found the memory.

I kept on humping Daddy and this time he came when I did. As I collapsed onto him he hugged me gently and, when I finally lifted my head to smile at him he kissed me. Our first kiss happened with wet semen slippery between us.

It was my best kiss ever, and it was Daddy kissing me. It was so exciting. He was so gentle, so loving, and when it ended he sighed my name softly, so lovingly.

I slept with Daddy that night. I wanted to be close to him. I loved his smell and how warm he was. I loved being held by Daddy. I loved being kissed, too. I loved cuddling under the covers with him. It was my time with Daddy, never to be shared.

The next morning Daddy introduced me to oral sex. It started with him being silly. After coming back from the bathroom, he crawled under the covers from the foot of the bed pretending he was Jaws, making that 'da-dum, da-dum' sound. He had me giggling and then screaming in laughter when his face rubbed the soles of my feet. It was fun when he kissed his way up my leg, the covers hiding him. But when he kissed my panties, I stopped laughing.

Well, when Daddy kissed me over my panties it felt nice. Not being able to see him was interesting. All I could do was feel. I liked how he gently rubbed my pussy before easing the front of my panties down. I liked how he kissed the top of my pussy gently before pulling my panties off. Then he slowly moved my legs apart. I didn't know what to expect. But God, girls, when Daddy kissed my bare pussy and his tongue touched my clit it was like being hit with a live electrical wire.

My body reacted, heat hitting me. He covered my pussy with his mouth and sucked and teased and made me feel so good. I could feel his tongue moving in between my lips, tickling my clit and probing down below. It was like nothing I'd experienced; intense and so arousing.

I had no control when I came. None. It hit me out of the blue making my stomach muscles cramp. My toes curled. Heat and pleasure slammed into me so hard I couldn't even breathe. Then, like a bomb exploding, I came in a flood of bliss that swamped me. It was so hard I peed a bit. It hurt and felt wonderful at the same time."

He was very good at oral sex, too. I know that in hindsight. It's why I love oral sex so much. I know you both do too! Anyway, that first time I came so hard I could hardly move afterwards. Daddy cuddled me and I fell asleep.

Later that morning I tried oral sex on Dad. He had a morning erection and was asleep. I knew how to stroke him so I did, wriggling under the covers to watch. Then, because he had done it to me, I kissed his erection giving it lots of little kisses up and down the shaft. His erection pulsed harder when I kissed the crown, so I did that a lot, too. Because he'd used his tongue on me, I did on him, licking first the shaft and then the crown. Somewhere along the way I wondered if I could get him into my mouth.

I forgot that I was giving Daddy pleasure. I was having too much fun. I managed to get the whole crown in my mouth and Daddy actually moved slightly trying to push in deeper. The crown swelled, too. But, what did I know? After letting the tip sit pulsing in my mouth, I stroked his shaft and, right when I pulled my mouth off him, Daddy came.

His cum spurted up my nose first. I was so shocked I didn't move and the next spurt hit me in my eye. That got me moving. I completely forgot about Daddy's orgasm in my rush to clean my eye and nose."

It was probably the worst blowjob ever. But Daddy cuddled me and told me it was the best he'd ever had. He told me he loved it and, if I wanted, he'd like to try it again and again. He kissed me and hugged me. It might have been an awful blow job, but I'd made my daddy happy. That was all that mattered."

One thing I had discovered that morning was precum. It turned out Daddy had a lot of it when he'd get excited and he'd taught me how it would make us slippery when I'd hump his shaft. I had already discovered I loved sitting astride Daddy and humping him. I loved seeing his expressions, the love and adoration in his eyes, his excitement. And seeing Daddy cum, seeing his semen spurting was such a high. I loved making my daddy cum.

I'd also discovered how sensitive my boobs were, especially my raised areolae. When Daddy rubbed them gently it added to my arousal. That morning, Daddy was really slippery. I didn't know it, but I was, too. While he rubbed my boobs I slowly slipped my pussy up and down his erection, liking the small tremors of pleasure it gave me. I started breathing faster.

But on one hump, I slipped higher, up over the head of his erection. It rubbed my clit and felt so incredibly good I repeated it, and then repeated it. I really liked the feeling of Daddy's crown sliding through my cleft. It was like the softest, sexiest caress.

Have you noticed, girls, how the hornier you are the less control you have?"

I humped Daddy's erection slowly making sure the head rubbed up and down my pussy and against my clit. It felt wonderful. At some point I lost myself. I forgot to think or even watch Daddy. It wasn't my fault or Daddy's."

My climax was different. Usually it would rush at me and slam into me, but not that time. It sort of welled up and swamped me in a burst of pleasure that was so strong I fell onto Daddy. I was still humping him. You have to picture it, girls. I was on top of Daddy, my legs to each side, humping my pussy against the head of his erection. Daddy hugged me, wrapping me in his big arms, and then he whispered my name. Daddy whispered my name. He did it so lovingly, too.

I guess you don't know yet what it's like to have your Daddy whisper your name right when you're climaxing. It's like nothing else on earth. It made me hump him harder and, without meaning to, Daddy suddenly penetrated me. I was humping him. It was me, not Daddy. But the feeling..."

I was in the middle of an orgasm when Daddy penetrated me. It didn't hurt at all. It was wonderful. He stretched me so much, filling me. It made me ache for more. I fucked Daddy. I actually fucked my daddy. It was like I was being driven. I needed more of him inside me."

It was an all-consuming need. I couldn't get Daddy deep enough and my orgasm kept coming at me. I loved it. I loved feeling Daddy inside me. I loved being hugged by Daddy. But, when Daddy whispered "Oh, baby," and actually thrust into me, I drowned. I felt Daddy's erection swell inside me. I felt Daddy cum in me. I felt every pulse, every throb, every thrust. I heard Daddy's gasps of pleasure and it made me so happy."

It was a wonderful experience. Making love with Daddy was fantastic. I didn't know just how lucky I was. My first time was truly wonderful. Do you have any idea how important that was for me?"

I hope you girls can experience something like that.

No, I didn't get pregnant that night or the following week, but it was an anxious wait. Dad took me to the doctor next week and got me on the pill and I remember feeling relieved that I would be safe from becoming pregnant, but also disappointed that I wouldn't experience that with my Dad. Not then anyhow. Sex is so much better when there is a chance that you'll become pregnant. Even if you really don't want to at the time. Yes, it's silly I know.

Now come here and show me how you girls do it.

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Afterwards Mum said we should talk to my Auntie Em, Dad's younger sister. She lives a couple of towns away with her son Stevie, our cousin. Uncle Merv died a few years ago and her older daughters had already moved out of home. We didn't really see much of them. Mum said she'd call Emily and set up a visit. I was looking forward to seeing Stevie who is a pretty cool guy.

So the following Saturday afternoon we turned up at Auntie Em's, not really sure why Mum was keen for us to do this. And how we would bring up the topic that occupied our minds.

The doorbell was answered by my beautiful aunt who caught me up in her arms with her reddish-brown locks flowing down over her.

"Ohmigod Natti, it's so good to see you. And you've grown up so much since last Easter! Or was it the one before that? And you must be Ally! It's so lovely to meet Natti's best friend, Jess has told me so much about you two!"

It turned out Mum had told her not just about Ally and me but also what we were thinking of!

To cut a long story short, it seemed that Em had had a secret longing for her dad when she was about the same age as us. Of course, Grandpa was oblivious to all this, or maybe just putting it down to a young girl's usual love for her father. And Em was getting really stressed over it. She'd tried dressing sexy in his presence, sitting on his lap to watch TV and all sorts of things, but of course, even if he felt aroused, Grandpa was too honourable to act on any of it.

Well, my Grandma's mum, that's my great grandma who died not long after I was born, she had been sick and Grandma would go over to her place most weekends.

This is what Em told us happened on one of those weekends.

EMILY'S STORY

I'd been out for drinks with my best girlfriends and I'd been telling them about this older guy I was lusting after and how he didn't take any notice of me. I didn't tell them WHO it was of course! Anyhow, as we downed more and more drinks, they came up with lots of suggestions. By the time I got home I was determined to do something about it.

I walked into the cold, dark house, brushed my teeth, changed into my pyjamas and found my way to his room. My heart was beating so hard, I was sure he would notice me there.

Dad's light snoring guided me to his bed, despite the complete darkness in the room. I stood beside him, shivering. I was so cold and drunk that thinking straight was difficult. One problem at a time, Emily! The king size bed had ample space and the duvet was a welcome covering that kept the cold out. I snuggled into the space Mum usually had and tried to thaw out, unable to stop myself from gravitating towards the heat source... Dad. He snored on, oblivious to my presence. Taking care not to touch him, I inched backwards, closer to him. Each time the heat in the bed increased, each time I appreciated the increased warmth that he projected.

I misjudged the space between us, pressed against him. His snoring stopped and Dad rolled onto his side, towards me. His groin pressed against my cold bum, a solid mass of heat from thigh to hip, burning hot even through my PJ's. My eyes widened. Oh shit! Oh shit! So hot, he was so hot!!

Feeling my Dad's body against me, a corner of my drunken mind stirred with interest and began separating out his body parts, feeding the information to the rest, boniness?... his knees, long... firm... muscular, that was his thighs, hips... and centred in the middle of that mass... against my butt... soft but firm tissue... most of my mind and all of my body flinched away from the sensation and thought of my Dad's cock and balls flaccidly resting against my arse, hanging down, close to my own sex. The thought of him, there. I almost moaned in fright. Although that slutty, drunken, corner of my mind was quietly speculating about it, thinking about those parts of Dad, curiously, idly imagining how they would feel... erect... inside me... moving, inside me.

I was shivering with dread now, Dad's weight made a small depression in the bed and my body was inclined to roll into it, making it harder to escape from the touch of his body. In fact, as time passed, I was settling further and further into that depression. Slowly the contact area and pressure were increasing.

I was having second thoughts -- what if I'd imagined those other times (of course I hadn't!), what if he didn't want me anymore, what if, what if? I had to get away!

Breathing deeply, I slowly tried to edge away from him, trying to separate myself from contact, it was uncomfortable to be so close to him, uncomfortable with the speculative whispers, my desire to try him out, "Experiment! You'll like it, Emily! It's OK... he knows you are a slut anyway..."

I felt heat washing over me in waves, my dirty mind's indecent thoughts, instructions, diagrams, dreams and memories flooding into me. Still, I was embarrassed at its sordidness, as it reminded me of the sexual things I HAD enjoyed in my life, that had felt good... so good... Dad will be good too, my mind promised me. I found myself entertaining the idea. It was no more illegal than my other exploits, my mind whispered to me... no! NO! I wasn't getting turned on by Dad! It was the other things that were making me wet! I closed my eyes, trying to reject the sensation inside me.

I lifted my legs out of contact and then my shoulders, bracing them so I could lift the middle of my body away from Dad, but his hand and arm moved and wrapped casually over me, draping over my stomach and restraining me where I was. His snoring stopped again and he made a kind of snuffling sound, as the additional weight of his arm slowly drew me back into the depression. Slowly sliding me back into contact, his warmth touching my bum first, then from my shoulder to my knees. I had to wait for him to take his hand away... then I could go. At least I had stopped shivering, I consoled myself.