This story takes place in the first person of the father that agrees to teach his 18 year old daughter, Lisa, how to get better with handjobs and blowjobs in exchange for access to her body.
You have short red hair and green eyes. You stay in good shape, but not exactly athletic. You are 6' tall and have a wife that is willing to do anything you desire in bed. Your sex life is fantastic despite the amount of time you have been married. Your greatest attribute is you dick is 8" long and comes with a massive girth, which drives your wife crazy.
Lisa has long blond hair and blue eyes, just like her mother. Her nose and mouth are a match to you, giving no doubt that she is your daughter. She is 5' 7" tall and petite with small breasts and dark nipples that stand out against her pale skin.
The second chapter has a daughter showing her tits to her father for the first time, giving her father a handjob and cum swallowing.
Chapter 2
Lunch time slowly rolls around and you want something far better than food. Despite working from home, you still have a timetable to keep if you want to continue the ability to do so. Now you have an hour, which is plenty of time for a lesson with your daughter. There is a lot to teach, so no better time like the present.
You leave your office and walk to your daughter's room. You open the door without bothering to knock, which startles her. She looks at you with her blue eyes that are peaking out from between the strands of blond hair. You smile and say, "Time for a lesson, Lisa."
She nods and you turn to walk into the living room. The windows are still closed from this morning and the drapes securely closed. She makes her way to the spot where she had given you the crappy handjob and blowjob several hours earlier. She is about to get on her knees, but you stop her by saying, "First lesson is to use lubricant while giving a handjob. Now go into my bedroom and get the lotion from off the top of the nightstand." You did not need to move it, since it is always there.
She nods and says, "Yes, daddy." She quickly rushes into your room and brings out the bottle of lotion. She again walks to the same spot, but waits before getting on her knees as she looks at you and waits for your command. She asks, "Daddy, don't you need time to recover?"
You know exactly what she means, so you say, "Most men my age need at least a day, but I turn around a lot quicker. Plenty of times when I am ready to go three or four times a day."