Daddy Fuck Amanda_(0)

My name is Amanda, I am sixteen years old. This is a story about how dad and I played with each other intimately. At first daddy made me cum, using just his fingers and tongue, I thought I would blow my mind. Never had I cum that hard before, and I wanted more.

Following that daddy, he told me how to turn a man on, what makes his dick hard, and how they cum. Since he was not ready to teach me to fuck, he taught me how with my hands, then my lips.

“Oh my god, daddy I love the feel of your cock in my hands, it’s so big.”

“Good baby-girl, now kiss the head, run your tongue across the slit, and tell me if you like it.”

I did and felt my fluids saturate me panties. “Oh daddy, it tastes sweeter than honey. Tell me what to do, I want to get more, is it cum daddy?”

He ran his fingers through my hair and explained, “No honey, its called pre-cum, it makes a man’s dick slippery so it can slide inside a woman’s hole.”

I gave him a surprised look, “I see, can we try that too? I want to feel you sliding that slippery cock into my pussy-hole. Please.”

“When you are ready daddy plans to show you how, because baby I cannot wait to fuck you.”

“Hot-damn, when can we fuck?”

“Soon baby, now suck my cock, put as much of it in your mouth as you can. That’s it; you’re giving me what we men call blow job, and you are doing it so well. Keep it up and you will make daddy cum too.”

I stopped, “Daddy, will you cum in my mouth? I want to taste it. Then can we fuck?”

“You are an eager one baby-girl. Yes I will cum in your mouth, just swallow slowly and try not to gag. I will help.”

I sucked half his cock hard, doing as he instructed me, and soon was rewarded with thick white stuff. I murmured, “Mmmm,” and swallowed every drop.

I sat back licking my lips when done and squealed, “Wow dad that tasted so good. When can we fuck?”

“I am afraid you will have to wait on that it takes me time to recover from that terrific blow job.”

“Oh okay, so what do we do while we wait?”

“Honey, daddy can only cum once a night like that. How’s about I teach you that this coming Saturday when we practice driving.”

I winked, “Oh yeah, we do tell momma we are practicing my driving. Wonder if she really knows what we are doing? Hell, fire and brimstone, hope not.”

He pulled me close, “She won’t my sweet baby.