Pleasure Appointments

"I see how you look at her..."

"And I see how she looks at you."

"What are you saying?"

"You haven't noticed that your nineteen year old daughter stops and stares every time you move or even shift your body? Especially when you come to breakfast wearing just panties and an old T-shirt? Or after your shower, when you wrap the towel around your hair and scurry across the

hall to get dressed? A couple of times I've thought I was going to have to wipe up puddles of drool."

"I don't believe it. I think you're deflecting because you don't want to admit to your wife that you lust after the forbidden fruit of your loins."

"You've never seen her brush the back of her hand across her inner thighs while she watches how your ass moves in your bikini?"

"Well, I do look pretty good for my age," my wife laughed.

"Who's deflecting now?"

"I bet you'd love to watch her suck my tits and lick my clit, two or three fingers up stuffing my cunt..." "And a thumb exploring your ass."

I knew my wife loved anal penetration, but had no idea whether our daughter felt the shared secret.

"I bet you'd take your cock out and stroke it, and then step over and hope that she sucked it."

"I would never interrupt her worshipping those tits that she suckled as a baby, but once she was done, I hope she would want to feel my meat filling

her mouth, or other holes." "At her age, I'm sure she has lots of energy, and the sexual curiosity to want to try everything. I know that's the way that I was back then. I never fucked my parents, but I did masturbate a lot after I noticed how hard Daddy got when my friends and I trotted around in short shorts or bikinis. Then I graduated to fantasizing about licking my Mom's clit when I went down on those friends."

"You haven't had any girl on girl play in years."

"Not since the night before the wedding with Amy, my maid of honour."

I chuckled, recalling that adventure. "You did love eating my cream pie out of her."

"It was all I could do to resist inviting her along on the honeymoon."

"But we digress..."

We both chuckled then, no doubt each fondly recalling those premarital days, which we had abandoned abruptly, focusing on raising a traditional family, having traditional careers, a traditional marriage. "And you are really good at digressing. Admit that Daddy would like to

fuck his baby girl. Don't worry, I won't hate you for it. Look how hard just talking about it makes my nipples. And my cunt is wetter than it has been in months."

"I already said I would love it, but that I think she would prefer you, and I wonder whether that might be to the exclusion of me." "Has talking about it made you hard?"

"Just thinking about how tight she must be makes me hard," I felt the warmth in my cheeks as I blushed. "I even think about fucking her sometimes as I fuck you. That way I stay hard enough to fuck your ass after the first time I come in your mouth or your cunt."

"Oh, Daddy, you are so naughty..." She seemed not to be angry. Instead, she wriggled in her chair, and suddenly, smoothly, shifted to my lap, grinding her ass against my cock.

"Naughty AND hard, Daddy. You must really want to fuck your little

girl."

"She hasn't been a little girl for a long time."

"Fuck me Daddy fuck me like you want to fuck our little girl," she sighed in a babyish voice. She slid her hand into my pants and said, "Oh, I love what thinking about our little girl does to Daddy!"

At that point, I was beyond control. A shudder ran through my body starting at my toes, racing up to my brain, and exploding back down my spine to my groin from the top of my head to between my legs where it turned to intense heat that spread back through my body. My wife kissed

me, while her hand moved up and down my swelling shaft. "Imagine it is our daughter stroking you, Daddy," she said as she broke the kiss. "Think about her firm young tits pressing against your chest." My hands moved without conscious command to lift her top over her head, revealing a fine pair of mounds tipped with hard little nubbins."I still can get away without a bra on weekends, but, Daddy, her boobs are even more firm, so young, so perky." My fingers kneaded my wife's flesh, though I closed my eyes and pictured our daughter as I did so.

"Do you wonder what her nipples taste like?" I took the queue and lowered my lip to those points, suckling my wife as surrogate for my daughter.

"Salty yet sweet," I sighed, raiding my face to hers, meeting her lips with a passionate kiss. As our tongues intertwined, I realized that she must be thinking about how our daughter tasted, and that I was offering her that by proxy, if daughter tasted like mother. The image of the two women, so similar though so apart in age, kissing, made my cock throb."Someone likes the idea of tasting his daughter," my wife observed as we broke our kiss. "Not as much as I like the idea of watching you taste her," I spoke before I even recognized the truth of those words.

She obviously also liked the thought, because she pumped my shaft faster, and used her baby finger to tickle my balls in that special way only my wife knew.

"Will you teach her that?" I blurted out.

"Teach her what?"

"How I like my sack tickled while my cock is stroked."

My wife belly laughed, low and dirty.

"Oh we had THAT chat long ago."

"What!?"

"When she started dating, I decided that she should know how to please her dates, so I gave her a few pointers. Naturally, she guessed that some of the special tricks I knew worked because of how you enjoy them."

"And did this involve hands on learning?"

"Noooo-like I said, you still haven't convinced me that our little girl feels that way about her Mommy. But I bet she feels that way about her Daddy-or at least would love to try out some of these techniques on you. She keeps complaining that her dates all seem to have hair triggers, and

once they climax they never seem to want to please her. I told her how you always make my needs top priority." "Well, you DO like to be on top." "True-I wonder what position she prefers. Do you imagine her in missionary position, or doggy style? Reverse cowgirl? Or down on her knees at your feet, sucking Daddy's fat cock?"

Before I could respond, my wife slid off my lap, unzipped my pants and fished my aching cock out the gap.

"Oh, Daddy, it's so much bigger than the guys I date, I don't know if I

can swallow it all."

"Just start by licking the head, then all around the shaft and don't forget my balls. When you get back to the tip, relax your thought and ease you mouth down over the helmet. See how much you can take, and then pull back, and the next time, go about an inch deeper, until you find that you can take it all."

My wife knew this trick, having been told the same thing twenty plus years before. She followed along as I spoke.

"Baby, I'm going to come," I warned.

"That's okay Daddy-I taught our daughter that good girls always swallow," my wife laughed as she caught her breath,. That was all it took. Before she could lower her mouth to catch my seed, my balls spasmed, the sperm flooding up the shaft and spurting out the tip, catching her in the nose, coating her face, her mouth and her chin. She never released her grasp on my pulsing prick, and rose effortlessly from the floor to my lap. "I need your cock to fuck me now, Daddy. It's okay if you want to imagine fucking her tight little cunt."

My wife's twat was not teenager tight, but still fit my cock like a glove, courtesy of the years of exercise since giving birth. As she bounced in my lap, it was easy to close my eyes and pretend that I was fucking our daughter.

As we fucked, I licked the dribbles of sperm off her chin, and cleaned where some had dropped to her chest, flowing along the slope of her tits.

"Ohhh, Daddy, I love your tongue, so much more experienced than

those guys I date. I can hardly wait for you to eat my sweet young pussy."

I pictured my wife sitting on her daughter's mouth as I licked my cream from the gash I had filled. That made me throb fatter and harder even having just climaxed.

"Fuck me Daddy, fuck me hard," my wife screamed, throwing her head back and twisting around my shaft. I felt her cunt turn to liquid around my cock as she let out a familiar little growl. I took the hint and began to really pump my hips up from my chair, meeting her downward thrusting. Her fluids flooded my thighs as she orgasmed, her muscles milking my cock. My balls tightened again and I deposited a load into her quim as she still was shaking with aftershocks.