Edited by: Sixty-nine
This story is, naturally enough, a continuation of Birddoggin' 1 & 2. While this dog is intended to be sexy enough to hunt on its own, a proper understanding of the art of birddoggin' can only truly be appreciated in sequence! ~~Red
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"Come on, Dad," Summer encouraged me with her beautiful smile. "Rub my feet!"
My daughter was naked and lying on her back. Her small breasts were still firm and conical in that position, as only a young girl's can be. Her mother, chaperoning the two of us, sat on a chair in the corner of our bedroom ostensibly reading a book.
Though neither of them said it, I had the impression that until Summer and I made love Lori would always be chaperoning us. Her concern was that, through my persistence and determination, I'd get my nasty ol' cock up Summer's tight virgin pussy before she was ready.
I'd never do that to Summer, though. She was my darling girl just as much as she was Lori's. In a sense, their distrust was mildly aggravating, but they were giving me a lot of leeway here. A real birddogger like me just loves leeway. Pressing leeway to its inevitable capitulation was exactly what birddoggin' was all about.
"I'd love to rub your feet, baby-doll," I said sweetly, grinning down on her lovely face and beautiful body. I was naked too and I figured that the longer we played around naked in bed the closer I'd get to the day that Summer was ready to spread those wonderful thighs for me.
With my honey-haired daughter lying flat on her back, I took one of her legs and put it between my own kneeling legs. I was sitting back on my haunches and scooted all the way forward until Summer's foot was tucked in tight against my cock and balls. Then I lifted her other foot into both hands and began to sensually massage it. "I'll rub your feet if you rub me too," I grinned mischievously.
Summer's eyes became big and wide as she considered this new trick of mine. Tentatively, her small, soft foot wiggled and nuzzling itself between my already erect shaft and loose scrotum. Under my encouraging smile, she began to gently stir my balls with her toes.
"That's nice, baby-girl," I encouraged her, rolling my eyes and enjoying the strange sensations. In return, I gave her a world-class foot rub, tenderly caressing the soles of the foot in my hands. I used my vast massaging experience to press my thumbs with just the right amount of pressure into the balls of her foot and its delicate arch.
A woman's foot is truly a thing of beauty if well cared for. Unfortunately, most women I'd known took more care of their shoes than their feet. With dead skin and hard calluses it's no wonder their feet hurt so much when they stand up all day in the shoes they wear.
Now there are two very good reasons for the dedicated birddogger to have a sincere interest in a woman's feet. The first, of course, is that a good foot rub is almost always appreciated. Ingratiating himself into the hearts and the beds of the woman he's after is the whole of the game for the true birddog. The path to many a woman's bed was in massaging her feet. I'd learned that early on from Mom. She damned near climaxed every time I rubbed her feet once she had taught me how. She still did whenever we were together, too.
The second reason the dedicated birddogger needed an interest in women's feet didn't really apply just now with Summer. Usually, when you're in a position to massage a woman's feet, you're also in a great position to look up their skirts. Since my only daughter was already naked, it didn't work that way this time. Still, by spreading her legs just so her labia opened just a bit more and the light but heady fragrance that wafted up my nose was just lovely!
So first one foot and then the other. Very slowly I rubbed her feet the way I knew she liked. Summer had the most beautiful, small feet. She could have been an Asian girl with such perfect feet!
When the first foot was done, I lowered it into the place of the other and started on the second foot. I gave Summer's foot a nudge with my pelvis and used my hand to show her how to rub her foot up and down the hard shaft very gently. It wasn't the most stimulating sensation I'd ever felt, but it was intriguing. More importantly, though, it was a sexy thing to do. It was exciting Summer and getting her to use her imagination about sexy play.
So I kept rubbing her foot, occasionally nuzzling it with my face and blowing warm air between her toes. Thankfully Summer wasn't ticklish on her feet.
Even a dedicated birddogger like me gets bored with such games eventually, though, so I reached down and started caressing the thin lips of my daughter's vagina between two fingers. She was wet and excited already from the play. Like most young girls, it didn't take her long to climax but, just as typically, such a quick cum wasn't hard or deep.
Summer's orgasm relaxed her even more, too. Meanwhile, I was hard and ached to fill her up right then and there. It would have been the perfect time, too. Her flower was all wet and open. It would have been so right to fill it!
She must have seen it in my eyes because Summer reached out her arms and held me off. "I'm not ready yet, Dad," she whined softly.
My balls were tight and aching from wanting Summer so badly. I think that's why my wife stepped in when she did. "You can't just leave him like that, Summer," her mom said gently. "A man has needs too, just like you a minute ago. You got him all hot and bothered. You have to learn to take care of him."
"What should I do, Mom?" Summer asked, tentatively reaching forward, grasping my hard prick in her hand and pumping it slowly.
"That's a good start right there," Lori grinned, "but you need to learn to be a bit more creative to really please him."
I moaned softly, letting Lori know that creativity was exactly what I wanted. When Summer looked back questioningly at her mother Lori started to describe something even we hadn't tried in a long time. "Have him sit on the edge of the bed, dear," she began to explain. Summer and I both moved to comply making sure Lori would get a good view of the proceedings.
"A little further to the edge so that his balls hang down nicely over the side of the mattress," Lori continued. "Yes, just like that. Now on your knees in front of him, girl. A man always loves to see that. That's good. Now pump that fat cock in your hand and watch his face for a reaction."
This was kinda fun, especially with Lori giving directions. She must have sensed that we both liked it because, after just a moment, she went back to her instructive dialogue. "Swirl your tongue in your mouth now, Summer. Build up a lot of saliva. When you have a whole mouthful, rise up and let it dribble out over that hard cock while you're pumping it. Be sure to keep his prick nice and tall, that way it won't run off to the side. Try to coat his whole shaft with it."
To me she said, "Lean back on your arms more, darling. You'll still get a good view from there. Don't hover over her so much. Let your young lover have room to work.
