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I kicked back in the recliner, took a sip of Gentleman Jack, neat, and opened the newspaper to the sports page. The Jack went down smoothly, warming my gullet, as intended. It had been a grueling week. As junior litigation partner, it was my responsibility to meet a filing deadline for our largest corporate client. With a staff of ten, I just barely got it done. Now I could kick back. It would be at least two weeks before arguments, and my schedule was clear. Tomorrow was Saturday, and I already had a morning tee time scheduled.

I heard the squeal of tires in the driveway just as the front door flung open. Judith came in, disheveled, fire in her eyes. Her white blouse was untucked, blotchy with damp areas, the buttons askew.

"Jude," I said, "Is something—"

"Don't" she interrupted, glaring at me, "Not a fucking word."

I watched her stomp up the stairs, defiantly. What the fuck was that all about? She told me earlier that she had a date with Billy for dinner and a movie, but here she was, home before seven. Something had gone seriously wrong.

Upstairs I heard the shower running and music playing. Perhaps this wasn't as bad as it seemed, just a date gone bad. As a single dad, it pained me that I wasn't much help to her in situations like this. She was eighteen, a year older than most of other Juniors in her high school class. When Janice died more than ten years ago, it was a long, painful process that took its toll on both of us. Judith fell a year behind in school, and I poured myself into my work. It was times like this that brought back a flood of memories, of the good days, along with thoughts of what should have been.

Lost in my memories, an hour had quickly passed before she walked down the stairs, her short, athletic figure draped in a bright sundress. Her long dark hair cascaded down her shoulders, framing her cute, perky face. She looked stunning, just like her mother.

"Sorry to snap at you Dad," she said, with no trace of her earlier anger.

"No problem," I replied, "I guess your date didn't work out."

"That's an understatement," she said, raising her voice, a flash of anger returning, "That fucking Billy is such an animal. I don't know what to do."

So much for mellowing out. Her short fuse left me confused, unsure what she wanted me to do. I felt her pain, but seemed helpless to offer her comfort. Then it struck me, Janice and I were her age when we met, and our first date had gone badly. Perhaps that experience would provide some common ground for us.

"You know," I started, "my first date with your mother didn't go too well either."

"Really?" she asked, "you guys always seemed so happy."

"True," I answered, "but it didn't start that way. I was an all-star football player, and your mom was a cheerleader. Apparently, she didn't share my expectations for a first date."

She laughed, "You mean that you expected her to put out."

That seemed to break the ice, so I went with it. "Right, but, Janice knew how to handle it, how to turn a bad situation around. She had this theory that all men were untrained pigs. However, she learned early on that they could be brought around, if you just gave them the right incentives.

"This I've got to hear," she said, pulling up a chair and sitting in front of my recliner, ready to absorb more of her mother's wisdom.

"I'll tell you what," I said, thoughtfully, "describe what went wrong tonight and I'll tell you how your mother would have handled it, or at least how she would have handled me."

"Okay," she replied, somewhat skeptical. "It's going to be about sex, and we've never really talked about it. I'm game if you are."

"Shoot," I said, "start with Billy, what's he like?"

"He's nice, a little crude. He and his mom have a ranch out of town where they board horses. He's kind of a cowboy, and dresses like one. He's strong... and tall... and dark... and handsome." She laughed at her long drawn out characterization. "Am I really that shallow?"

I joined in her laughter. "Okay, he's the man of your dreams. Now the date," I asked, "what happened?"

"We had some time before dinner, so he drove up the mountain, you know, to one of the secluded spots overlooking the city. He parked his truck and we... made out. After less than a minute, he grabbed for my... well, you know... he started feeling me up. I wanted tender and gentle, but he was rough and crude. It didn't feel good, in fact, it hurt a little."

I listened intently, showing just the right amount of concern. But my mind was elsewhere, back to a make out session with Janice, on one of our early dates. What she just described with Billy sounds a lot like how I behaved back then.

"Do you want me to go on?" she asked, realizing my attention had drifted off.

"Sorry, I can pretty much figure out how your date ended."

"You can?" she asked, surprised.

"Sure, you told him to stop and he got mad, probably told you that you ruined a good date, and demanded that you make up for it by jacking him off. You felt responsible, and agreed to do it. From the way you looked when you came in, he blew his load all over your blouse."

"Dad," she said, "he did that on purpose, to humiliate me. What a fucking pig. Anyway, how did you know?"

"You're right about one thing, all men are pigs, and I used to be one of them."

She laughed again, relieved to get her story out. "So, what would Mom have done, how would she have handled Billy?"

"With a lot more skill that you did."


"I'm sorry, that came out wrong. What I meant was that Mom could take that situation and turn it to her advantage. She always had a strategic goal, and could find just the right tactics to achieve it."

"I don't understand."

"Think about it, what was your strategic goal for your date with Billy."

"I don't know, it was just a date. Dinner and a movie."

"But, you knew that you would be making out a some point, didn't you?"

"Yeah, so what."

"Well, how did you want that to come out. Was your only goal to jack him off?"

"Dad... I never gave it much thought. I just thought I'd go along with whatever Billy wanted."

"Think about it now, if you could do it over, what would you want to happen? What would be your strategic goal?"

"This is kind of awkward," she replied, confused and embarrassed. "Can't you just tell me what my goal should have been."

"Sure," I replied, trying to put her at ease. "Your mom always had one simple rule. Nobody gets off unless she gets off first. She had learned from experience that once you get a guy off, it's over. You're done."

"I see," she replied, after careful thought, "so my goal should have been to get off first, before Billy."

"Good, that's how you mother would have approached it. Have you ever had an orgasm?"

"Dad!" she exclaimed, raising her voice in exasperation.

"I mean on a date," I replied sheepishly, "not from... well... you know..."

"Masturbation," she said, completing his sentence. "Yes Dad, I know all about that. In fact, I just got a little relief in the shower, you know, to calm me down after that fucking disaster with Billy."

Fuck! Was he really talking to his daughter about her masturbation habits? He could feel a long dormant stirring in his cock. He hadn't dated since Janice passed, suppressing his sexual needs by devoting himself to his work.

"That's the right attitude. You're young, and have plenty of time to recover from your mistakes."

"You mean this was my fault? My mistake?"

Now he'd stepped in it. "You're being too harsh on yourself. Think of it as a failure to reach your goals, that's all. Something easily corrected."

"Okay, I'm starting to understand. So, how would Mom have handled it?"

"Let's go through it, step by step. Where did things first go wrong, on your date."

"When he grabbed my..." she said, letting her words trail off.

"Let's say tits," I said, "in talking about sex, especially with your lover, dirty and nasty is always better. You're mom loved to egg me on with her nasty thoughts, driving me crazy."

"Okay," she replied, more confidently, "he grabbed my tits. It hurt, and I told him to either be gentle, or to just stop."

"How did that work?"

She looked at him thoughtfully, "Not good, it was all downhill from there."

"Stop, and gentle, are not words Billy is going to respond to. Remember, he's a pig, only interested in getting into your pants and getting himself off."

"Jeez Dad, you make it sound so hopeless."

"Not at all, you just have to learn how to channel his needs, to direct him towards fulfilling your goal."

"I have no idea how to do that."

"You start by telling him how much you like the way he is touching your tits."

"That's a complete lie," she replied, indignantly, "won't that just encourage him."

"A little white lie," I said, "a tactic to alter his course of action."

"Yeah, but I'm still not getting it."

"This was your mother's special insight. You can only get him to stop what he is doing by suggesting, or promising something that he will perceive as better, better for him. Think about it, what would be better for him than feeling tits?"

She thought long and hard. This was not coming easy to her. She looked to her dad, hoping for some kind of hint, but none was forthcoming. "I don't know, offer to fuck him?" she asked, unhappy with her response.

I suspected she was still a virgin, why did fucking even come into her mind. "Well, you're on the right track, but you took too big a leap. You offered too much. So much so, that he probably wouldn't even have believed you. Think smaller, something you're sure that he couldn't resist. Maybe something visual."

"I get it," she said, suddenly animated, "I could offer to show him my tits."

"Perfect," I said, "and you could do it in such a way that he could see how you like to have your tits handled."

"Dad!," she exclaimed, "that's fucking genius. Why couldn't I think of that?"

"You're learning now," I replied, "after a couple dates, this will all be second nature to you."

"Do you mind if I try it now?" she asked, as though it were a perfectly natural question.

I gulped, did Jude just offer to show me her tits. I mean, not me personally, but to try it out, maybe have me critique her technique.

Observing my quandary, she said, "Don't worry dad, I don't mind if you see my tits. Somebody has to see them first."

The look of surprise on my face made her giggle. Finally, I said, "If you're comfortable with it, go ahead."

She leaned forward and reached behind, unzipping her sundress and slipping the straps off her shoulder. She was wearing a black pushup bra, that barely contained her bulging melons. The edges of her large areolas peeked out, but the thick fabric hid her nipples. She reached behind and unhooked the bra, easing the straps off her shoulders and letting it drop into her lap.

I gasped. Her breasts were creamy white and considerably larger than her mother's, and much firmer. Funny, I'd never noticed it before. Her nipples were soft, and puckered, barely sticking out. I suspected that was about to change.

She smiled at me, "They look good, don't they?"

Wow. Talk about hubris. But she was right, they were beautiful. Should I say something? I needed to deflect the conversation away from me. "Billy won't be able to ignore those beauties."

"Do you think?" she asked, gently cupping her breasts, squeezing them. They were definitely a handful.

My cock was stiffening again, and there was no way I could make any adjustments without her seeing what I was doing. I put my teaching hat back on, to offer her advice. "Yes, but you need to be able to get them out much easier. He will be impatient, and won't want to wait for your to take so much time getting out of your clothes, especially if you have get out of your seat to reach behind."

"I've got some tube tops that would just pull down, and a strapless bra that hooks in the front." She pinched her nipples, gently tugging on them until they stiffened.

"Perfect, you don't want to give him time to do any thinking on his own."

"What's next?"

"Let him look until you see his mind wander, then ask him if he wants to suck on your tits."

"That seems odd, shouldn't I just tell him to suck my tits? Why make it a question?" She let go of her tits, waiting for her dad's explanation.

"Because questions beg to be answered. If you tell him to do something, it will give him time to think about what he should do. Trust me, he'll be sucking on your tits before he completes his answer." I was thankful that she stopped, and tried to take my eyes off her tits, looking instead at her face. Her lips were full, in contrast to the angular features of her face, her pearly white teeth perfectly straight. "Okay, then what?"

"Well, you have his undivided attention, so it's time to suggest there is more to come. Ask him if sucking on your tits is making him hard."


"It will get him thinking about his cock, and what he has to look forward to. Tell him that he is doing a great job on your tits, and you really want to return the favor, you want to suck on the head of his cock."

"I've never done a blow job before, I've only jacked guys off."

"You're going to have to expand your horizon, and sucking cock is an essential. Your mother relished it, or at least she acted like she did."

"I'll think about it. So now that he's thinking about his cock, how is that going to get me off."

"Patience grasshopper," I teased, "you need to turn his attention back to you, to your pussy."

"You mean my cunt?" she said, teasing him back. "You said nasty was better, right?"

"Good girl," I said, "try telling him your cunt is wet, and that you want him to check it out for himself."

"Ohhh, you're so bad. Is this what you mean, leading him by the nose."

"More like his cock," I said, laughing, lightening the mood, trying to tamp down my own lust. "He'll probably be rough, just like he was with your tits. Put up with it as long as you can, and keep telling him he's doing a great job."

"Okay, but I won't be able to get off if he doesn't do it right."

"So, change his focus again. Tell him you want a taste of your juices. That will get his attention and get his hand away from your cunt."

"Are you sure that's what Mom would have done?"

"I'm guessing," I said, unsure of myself for the first time, "you've got to be quick on your feet, able to change tactics to reach your goal. I'm thinking that if you get his fingers out of your cunt and into your mouth, you can use your own fingers to move things along. Let him see you do it, for the shock value."

"I see, so I just have to keep working him until I get off. If I can get him to do it, great, but do it myself if I have to."

"Exactly, it will be hot either way," I replied, proud that she was catching on so quickly, "and keep talking to him, the nastier the better. And make sure he knows when you're getting off, don't leave any room for ambiguity."

Her phone beeped and she looked down to see the incoming text. A look of disappointment crossed her face as she read the message. "It's Cindy, they moved up my SAT prep for today, I'm going to have to cut this short."

I was relieved. I'm not sure how much more if this I could take. Jude had SAT's coming up next week, and had scheduled daily prep sessions with her study group. "No problem," I said, "I think you've got the general idea on how your next date should go. Let me know if you need any more help."

"What if he doesn't ask me out?" she said, wistfully, getting back into her clothes, hiding away those gorgeous tits.

"You're going to have to deal with that, and it's going to have to start with an apology."

"No way!" she said, agitated. "He the one who owes me an apology."

"Come on Jude, it's just a tactic, don't loose sight of your goal. Just suck it up, and make sure you get the date. How won't make a bit difference once you succeed. Just imagine yourself getting off in his truck."

"You're right, again, and thanks Dad," she replied, "you've been a big help already, and I appreciate you telling me about Mom. That's stuff I never would have known about."

"You're welcome. It was my pleasure." No shit! Any more time staring at those marvelous tits, and I don't know what I would have done.

She grabbed her study things and headed towards the door. Before leaving, she turned and said, "Sorry about showing you my... tits... I got a little carried away." Then she was gone.

When I was sure she was gone, I took care of my boner right there in the recliner, quickly blowing my load into a kleenex as I replayed the scene of watching her squeeze those beautiful tits.

I had just poured my third Gentleman Jack when Judith walked through the front door. She broke into a wide grin and said, "It's done."

I gave her a quizzical look, unsure what she was talking about.

"The SAT's Dad, that's where I've been today, taking the tests. Don't you remember?"

"Of course I do Jude," I lied, "How do you think you did?"

"I'm happy," she said with confidence, "I got to all the questions, and didn't have to make many guesses."

"Good," I said, "I'm proud of you. Want to join me in a drink, to celebrate your achievement."

"Give me a minute to put my stuff away, I'll be right down."

She bounded down the stairs, excited as ever. Oh-oh, she had changed clothes, and was wearing a tube top. Was she planning to continue the lesson I started last week? "How about that drink?" I asked.

"I guess," she replied, cautiously, "I've never had a real drink, just a few sips of beer and wine."

I pulled a tumbler off the shelf and poured her a short one. "Cheers," I said, handing her the glass and showing her how to clink them together.

"Whoa," she said, fanning her mouth, "that burns going down." She sat down on the couch, across from my recliner.

"It's sipping whiskey, just take it slowly."

"Okay," she said, taking a small sip. "did I tell you that I have another date with Billy, on Friday. Dinner and a movie, same as before."

I chuckled. "Did he make you grovel?" Her glass was empty, so I poured her another short one.

"Yes," she replied, "the prick." The Jack had loosened her tongue, and she had kicked her feet up on the couch to get comfortable. In the process, she inadvertently flashed her black panties at me. My mind wandered back to the other day, when she put her tits on display for me.

"I figured he would," I said, "but it'll be worth it, you'll see."

"I know Dad," she replied, somewhat wistfully, "but I'm a little nervous about pulling it off. I mean I really want to, but... I don't know... it's a lot to remember, everything we talked about... and, you know, I've never done a blow job before. What if I mess it up?"

I laughed again. Was it even possible for a girl to mess up a blow job, especially with a kid like Billy? Unlikely. "You'll do fine," I said, trying to reassure her.

"I don't know," she replied, "it's kind of like preparing for the SAT's... you know... taking practice tests. That's what I need for this date..."

She let her words trail off. Fuck! Was she looking for a study partner? Was this a line I was willing to cross? Goddamn that Jack, it was clouding my thinking.

I said, tentatively, "What can I do to help?"

"Oh Daddy," she replied, enthusiastically, "would you do that for me, help me practice what to do with Billy."

Fuck! That's not what I offered. Or did I? I wanted to help her... but...

"Please," she said, patting the seat next to her, "Don't back out now. I really need this."

I had no doubt that my daughter was about to blow me, even if that's not what she intended. As my mind grappled with the morality of it, my body, or maybe it was just my dick, lead me over to sit down next to her. "Are you sure about this?" I asked, giving her one last chance to back out. It was clearly out of my control to stop.

"Let's start with a kiss," she said, seductively.

I wrapped an arm around her and tenderly kissed her on the lips. She parted her mouth, letting me probe her with my tongue. I was instantly transported back twenty-five years, to a warm spring night, making out with my future wife.

She pulled away, giving me a skeptical look. "Dad!," she said, frustrated, "I thought we were supposed to be practicing how to deal with Billy. If he kissed me like that, I wouldn't be having this problem."

"I'm sorry, Jude," I said, snapping back to the moment. "You remind me so much of your mother that I... Sorry, it won't happen again."

Starting over, I kissed her roughly, jamming my tongue into her mouth. She resisted, turning her head to catch a breath. I reached for her tit and squeezed it hard. She bit her lip, suppressing the urge to say something.

"Oh Billy," she said, "that feels so good. Do you want to see my tits?"

I pulled back, winking at her, letting her know that she was on the right track. Getting back into character, I gave her tit one more rough squeeze, then said, "sure Baby, show me those big tits."

In one swift motion, she pulled down her tube top and unhooked her bra, exposing her luscious melons. I stared, drooling over her magnificent tits.

She squeezed them gently, tugging at her nipples, showing off for Billy. I continued staring, watching her work her hard nipples.

"Oh Billy," she cooed, "Showing off for you is making me so hot. Do you want to suck my tits?"

My lips devoured a nipple before she completed her sentence. I alternated, going from one to the other, sucking as hard as I could.

"You're so good at that Billy," I whispered, "Is your cock getting hard?"

"Uh-huh," I said, pulling away from her tits to answer her.

"Good, pull out your big cock, I want to see it?"

I quickly unzipped and slid my pants down as she fumbled with my boxers, freeing my cock.

"Fuck Billy, it's so big!" she said, firmly squeezing my cock and giving me a couple of quick strokes. "What you're doing to my tits is getting me dripping wet. Touch my cunt and see for yourself."

I was proud at how she was using her newfound skills, and so fucking turned on by her suggestion. I struggled to keep in character, acting like a crude teenager. She parted her legs as I pawed at her crotch, roughly grabbing for her pussy. Oops! She still had her panties on. That's a mistake.

"What's wrong Daddy," she said, panting, "Why did you stop?"

Fuck, it took every ounce of control I had left to stop and put my teaching hat back on. "You don't want Billy fumbling with your panties. Remember, you're doing his thinking for him, you're controlling his actions. You don't want any disruptions that will give him a chance to get off track, and back to his old ways.

"I see," she said, "I'll go commando on our next date." She raised her ass off the couch and slide of a pair of lacy black bikini panties down her legs, flinging them over her shoulder. "You know, Dad, I almost got off when you were sucking my tits. Are your ready to get back to... our lesson."

"Lesson?" I said, barely able to contain my amusement. My cock was rock hard, and hanging out for her to see. She grinned and reached for me, giving me a couple of gentle strokes.

"Mmmm," she replied seductively, "time to get me off, then you'll get your reward."

Was she talking to me, or was it Billy. I returned to her tits, my mouth wide, sucking in as much as I could. I grabbed for her crotch, forcing her legs apart. I was surprised by her thick mat of hair, and tugged at it, intending to cause her some discomfort before I jammed my fingers into her.

She gasped, but held her tongue. I was rough, but it probably still turned her on. "Give me a taste of my juices," she commanded.

I withdrew my fingers and raised them to her lips, painting them with her slimy juices. Her lips parted and I plunged my fingers in, feeling her suck on them, licking them clean. It did not escape my attention that her hand had slipped down between her legs.

"What are you doing?" I asked, anxious to see how she would handle it.

"Fuck Billy," she said, putting her hand back on my cock, "I'm so fucking hot, I can't wait to suck your cock, just like you sucked my tits."

True to her word, she stroked me as I gazed at her face and then took the hint to go back to sucking her tits.

"Yes, yes, Billy," she said, panting heavily. "My fingers are in my cunt, my hot wet cunt. You can make me cum just by sucking my tits. Can you do that for me Billy, make me cum, and hurry, so I can start sucking your big cock."

I devoured her tits, sucking her nipples, tugging at them with my lips. I ran my hand down her arm, following it to her hand, feeling her fingers frantically pressing against her clit. I wondered if Billy would even know what she was doing. I reached below her hand and slid a finger up inside her wet cunt.

"Oh fuck Billy!" she shouted, "I'm going to cum. Yes... yes... Here I cum Billy... Now!"

Her body went rigid and her hand locked around my cock, nearly getting me off. She shrieked as each pulse of her orgasm coursed through her body. Exhausted, she slumped into the couch, releasing her grip on my cock.

"Jeez Dad," she said, her breathing still labored, "I hope it goes this well with Billy."

"You did great," I replied, "he will be putty in your hands. Now, do you still want to learn how to do a blowjob?" For a brief instant I was afraid that she would change her mind about blowing Billy, and just go back to offering to jack him off.

"If Billy can get me off like you just did, I think he deserves one. I'm ready."

"Good," I said, relieved, "but it's going to be a short lesson. You've got me so turned on... Well, I won't last long."

She laughed, then removed her hand from my cock before things went too far. "How should I do this?"

"Hop up on your knees and position your face over my cock. Use your hands to stroke my cock while you suck on the head. Once you get the hang of it, use one hand to massage my balls while you stroke with the other."

I felt her warm, wet lips engulf the head of my cock as she followed my instructions to the letter. After several slow strokes, she raised her head and asked, "Like this?"

"Oh yeah," I said, "you're a natural. I hate to do this, but take a break while I explain a few things."

She sat up on her haunches and gave me a quizzical look. However, she kept her grip on my cock and continued to slowly stroke it.

"First, you have to learn how to avoid your natural gag reflex. When the head of my cock touches the back of your throat, you are going to gag. Only practice will help you suppress that reflex, and that takes time."

"How much time?"

"A lot more than we have now."

"Okay, but what do I do about it?"

"You just have to avoid it. That means keeping just the head of my cock in your mouth. Use your tongue and lips to keep me aroused. The area just below the head, on the underside, is the most sensitive, so focus your efforts there."

"I see," she replied, "anything else."

"Using your hand is important, just like you do when you are jacking guys off. Also, use your saliva to lubricate the shaft, lots of it, so your hand slides easily. Get him sloppy wet."

"Okay, so I use my mouth and my hands, working together. I can do that."

"Good," I said, "there is just one last thing, you need to learn how to handle cum."

"Yeah," she said, "I don't want to get any cum in my mouth. It's pretty disgusting."

"True," I said, "but no more disgusting than sucking your own juices, which you just did."

"Oh" she said, not quite buying the comparison.

"Listen," I said, "it's one of those things that you need do, even if you don't like it. Turning your head away when a guy cums... well, it's like a form of rejection. You just shouldn't do it."

"Okay, I guess, but what if I really don't like it."

"This is a case of telling another little white lie. You tell Billy that it's the best thing you ever tasted, that you love it and can't get enough. Trust me, it will pay off for you in spades, especially when he starts eating your pussy."

"But what if I gag on it?"

"You won't, if you take the proper precautions. When you feel him about to cum, move up on his cock so just the head is in your mouth. And use the back of your tongue to close off your throat. The first shot of cum can be pretty powerful and if it goes down your throat, it will make you gag. You just continue using your hand to stroke his cock until you drain him.

"Okay, but what if it is too much, more than I can hold in my mouth."

"Jude, only in porn movies do guys produce buckets of cum. For everybody else, it's only about a teaspoon, an amount that you can easily handle."

"Really?" she said. Obviously she had been watching too many porn movies.

"Yes, and lastly, don't spit it out. It will leave your guy with an unpleasant memory of his blowjob, it's another form of rejection."

"I have to swallow it?"

"Yes, and you since you're going to have to do it, you should make a nasty spectacle out of it. You want him walking away thinking that was the hottest blowjob he's ever had, or ever will have."

"And this is how Mom did it?"

"Absolutely, she was the best."

"You ready?" she asked.

"Uh-huh," I said, trying not to sound too anxious.

She leaned down and opened her mouth, just inches from the head of my cock. "Dad," she said, pausing, choosing her words carefully, "I want you to enjoy this. I know you don't date anymore, and I don't want to pretend that you are Billy. Think of it as my way of saying thanks... For everything."

Before I could even contemplate a reply, her tongue touched the head of my cock, bathing me in her warm saliva. She followed with her lips, sucking in the head of my cock. I lay back on the couch and closed my eyes. It was long ago, and it was Janice wrapping her soft lips around my hard cock.

She made little slurping sounds and explored my cock with her lips and tongue, taking me in a little further on each stroke. She used her hands to spread her oozing saliva along my shaft, and gingerly cupped my balls, gently squeezing them.

My hand wandered over her shoulders, gently massaging them as she suck my cock. Her soft hair flowed through my fingers.

She picked up her pace, bobbing up and down on my cock, testing out how far she could take me in without gagging.

I gazed down her arched back, and admired her luscious ass, hidden from my view. I stretched my hands down as far as they would go, wishing they were long enough to reach into the crack of her ass. I've long had a fetish for assholes, and I don't mean the obnoxious people I've encountered. I mean the real thing, the tight little puckers tucked away deep between a pair of firm ass cheeks. Janice tolerated my fetish, always letting me finger hers, and occasionally letting me fuck her in the ass. Did she enjoy it? Probably, but she would never admit it.

I'd lost track of time, lost in my memories of Janice sucking my cock. I was getting close to cumming.

Jude tensed up when I pressed the tip of my finger into her tight asshole. It caught me by surprise and brought me back to the present, reminding me that it was Jude sucking my cock, not Janice. I quickly corrected my mistake, withdrawing my finger and leaving her ass alone.

I could feel my cockhead bouncing against the back of her throat. Good girl. She was taking this seriously, working diligently to perfect her skills. I couldn't hold out much longer. I toyed with surprising her, something I had done many times to Janice, much to her consternation.

But not now, not for Jude's first time. "Get ready," I said, my breathing heavy, panting."

She pulled up, keeping just the head of my cock in her mouth, stroking me furiously, her hands flying over my slippery shaft.

I arched my back, pressing myself up into her mouth. She compensated, ready to take my load. She let out a little squeak when my first rope of cum blasted into her mouth. She slowed her stroking, adjusting it to match each pulse of cum erupting from the head of my cock, keeping her lips tightly wrapped around my cock.

My cock drained, I relaxed, my body moulding itself to the soft leather of the couch. She raised her head and looked into my eyes. Except for a small glob on her lips, she had taken in all my cum.

I smiled, and used my thumb to swipe it away from her lips. She looked unsure of exactly what to do next.

"Show me," I said.

She tried to open her mouth, but only managed to let a big gob drool out onto her chin. She brought her hand and caught it just in time, keeping it from falling onto her skirt. She almost lost the whole load trying to suppress a giggle.

"Tilt your head back," I said, amused by her struggle.

She did, opening her mouth and using her tongue to swirl around my sticky white goo, showing me the results.

"Nice," I said, "Billy's going to be impressed."

She swallowed with an audible gulp. "Fuck Dad!" she said, "that's way more than a teaspoon."

I laughed. "Okay, maybe I meant tablespoon. I've never sucked a cock, so I was only guessing."

She gave me a little slap on the cheek, then kissed me, sliding her tongue between my lips, giving me a taste of what she had just swallowed. "Did I do good? As good as Mom?" she asked.

"Jude," I said, truthfully, "you're a natural. Mom was good, but you... well... maybe it's just that its been such a long time for me... You are really good."

"I had a great teacher," she replied, beaming with pride.

She stood and turned to head upstairs. "Dad," she said, turning back, "What was that thing you did with my ass? I wasn't expecting it."

I felt my face flush.

"Dad, you're blushing!" she exclaimed, sitting back down.

"Sorry Jude," I said, "I confused you with Mom."

"I figured that," she said, "but why did you stick your finger... you know... in my ass."

"It's a little fetish of mine," I said, "something your mom tolerated."

"That turns you on?"

"Uh-huh," I replied, sheepishly, "it turns me on more than you can imagine."

"Why?" she asked.

"Who knows?" I replied, "that's why it's called a fetish. The sight of a tight little asshole drives me wild, it makes me want to touch it."

"Really?" she said, "and Mom let you do that?"


"I see," she said, "and did Mom do that to you... you know... stick a finger up your ass."

"You sure you want to pursue this?" I asked.

She nodded, deep in thought. "You liked to have Mom's finger up your ass?"

"Yes.. Yes.. Yes," I said, "Busted! I'm a real pervert."

"Okay Dad," she said, "I'll let it go for now, but you haven't heard the last of this."

"Good," I said, teasing her, "now get out of here."

I was just tidying up the kitchen when Judith came in the front door.

"Hi Dad," she said, surprised to see me home. "Playing hooky?"

"Busted!" I said, "Work is slow, so I snuck in a round of golf this morning. Why are you home early?"

"Half-day," she said. She tossed her book bag on the table, and wiped her face with a towel.

"You're sweaty. Did you work out?" I asked.

"Yeah," she said, "then I ran a 5k."

"How about a sandwich? The makings are still out."

"Thanks," she replied, "I grabbed something on the way home. I'm good."

"Are you and Billy still on for tomorrow?" An innocent question, but I suddenly felt that I was fishing for something, maybe a repeat of yesterday's lesson.

"Yes," she said, "no changes. I'm trying not to think about it, I don't want to get cold feet."

She may not have realized it, but she gave me an opening. After getting sucked off yesterday, all I could think about was those luscious, full lips. But, the initiative had to come from her, I didn't want to ask.

"Don't worry Jude," I said, "Billy's going to be a very lucky guy."

"I know," she replied, wistfully, "but more practice wouldn't hurt, would it?"

Bingo. How to hide my enthusiasm without putting her off. Fuck! It just occurred to me that I was teaching her how to manipulate Billy in exactly the same way I was manipulating her. Oh well, all's fair in love and war.

"No, it wouldn't hurt," I said, trying to look disinterested. I wanted to say more, but held my tongue. I had to leave the next step up to her.

"Dad," she said, looking serious, "Don't be so fucking subtle. You want this more than I do."

I felt my face flush. What have I created. No point in denying it now. "You're good," I said, "go up and shower, then get your sweet ass back down here. I've got some new lessons for you."

"That's better," she said, "and pour me a drink. But not down here, come upstairs."

I carried the bottle of Gentleman Jack and two tumblers upstairs and sat down on her bed, waiting for her to get out of the shower. She came in, wearing a lightweight terry waffle robe. She looked great, vibrant, with no makeup. I poured two generous servings and handed her a glass, giving it a clink. "Bottoms up!"

She took a small sip and grinned at me.

"What?" I said, toying with her.

"Tell me what you meant yesterday," she said, "when you were talking about Billy showing his appreciation by eating my pussy."

"I said that?"

"Uh-huh," she said, "It sounds like something I'd like to try. If only I had someone to teach me..."

"Funny," I said, giving my tongue a little flutter, "have you done it before?"

"Really Dad," she said, sarcastically, "you're giving me way too much credit. No, I haven't tried it before, but I'm guessing that's about to change."

"It's hard to remember this is all new to you. I mean, after yesterday... well, you seem to be pretty experienced. Sorry. It's the equivalent of a blowjob, only for a girl."

"Is it also called sixty-nine?" she asked, getting serious again, "I've heard of that before."

"Sixty-nine is doing both at the same time, the girl sucks and the guy licks, usually with the girl on top."

"Cool," she said, "and they both get off at the same time?"

"Well, it's theoretically possible, but it usually doesn't work that way."

"Why not?"

"Think about it, when you get off, you kind of loose control. It's really hard be sucking a cock at the same time."

"Oh," she said, "I guess that makes sense. So who gets off first?"

"That can be a problem. It is usually easier for a girl to suck her guy off, and you know what happens once a guy gets off. So best to follow your mother's rule, the girl always gets off first."


"Well," I said, "don't get serious about sucking the guy until you get off. Just tease him enough to keep him hard."

"Yeah," she said, "that sounds simple enough."

"It is," I said, "but you'd be surprised by how many girls fuck that up. They get turned on and can't resist sucking their guy."

"Okay professor," she said, draining her glass, "I think I've got it. Ready to eat some pussy?" As she spoke, she tugged on the knot of her robe and slipped it off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor.

I gave her a low whistle. It was my first sight of her completely naked, and she was drop dead gorgeous. I just stared, speechless.

"How do I compare to Mom," she asked, gently squeezing her tits.

She was serious, and really wanted to know. Thank God she didn't ask me how she looked; I don't think I could come up with anything intelligible. But a comparison to her mother, that I could do, at least from memory.

"Well," I said, "I think I already told you your tits are much bigger. Like you, Janice was a cheerleader, athletic, but not quite as curvy. You're hips are broader and you have more of an hourglass figure than she did. I loved your mom, but on the sexy scale... we'll, I think you win that one."

"Keep going," she said, "I like hearing about Mom."

"You're taller, by an inch or two, and your legs are a little longer. Your mom's hair was a touch lighter than yours, dark brunette. Yours is very dark. Her skin color was a little darker, with a hint of olive, maybe from her Italian heritage. Yours is creamy white, more like alabaster."

"What else?"

"Well, you have a really thick bush. I'm not really sure about your mom, since she always kept it neatly trimmed."

"How so?"

"She had a small patch above her lips, but the rest was shaved clean, or waxed, I'm not sure which, including the crack of her ass. I think she called it a landing strip."

She fluffed up her thick patch of black hair. "It is kind of unruly," she said, "do you think I should trim it?"

"It's up to you," I said, "some guys like a thick patch."

"What about you, how do you like it?"

"Mmmm," I said, "I'll let you know." I slid off the bed, onto the floor, my face at the same level as her pussy. "Show me more."

She stepped forward and pulled upward on her muff, exposing the lips of her pussy and stretching them into a tightly closed slit.

"Nice I said," placing my hands on her ass and pulling her towards me. I extended my tongue and gave her a quick lick, moistening the outer lips of her pussy. "Feel good?" I asked, gazing up into her eyes.

"Uh-huh," she replied, "a little more, just like that."

I pressed on, using the flat of my tongue over her hairy lips, not trying to penetrate her gash.

She released her grip and used both hands to grab a tuft of hair on each side of her pussy. I leaned back and watched her pull her lips apart, spreading her wet, pink gash for me. "Better?"

I moved in quickly, not bothering to reply, and licked her gash from top to bottom with my pointed tongue.

She moaned when the tip of my tongue found her hard little button. I worked it from side to side as she rocked against me, pressing herself into my face.

"Oh Daddy," she moaned, releasing her grip on her pussy and pulling my head into her, forcing my tongue into her. This was going to have to be quick, since she was holding me so tight I could barely breath.

I fluttered my tongue against her clit, listening to the ever increasing level of her moaning. Her breath was coming in short bursts, and I could sense that she was about to cum. Not a moment too soon. I gulped in a quick breath and pressed her hard, my tongue aching from exertion.

She cried out and I felt a warm flow of musky juices hit my chin. I eased up, taking some of the pressure off of her clit, gently flicking it as pulse after pulse of pleasure coursed through her shuddering body.

She collapsed into my lap, and kissed me tenderly, licking my face, lapping up her musky juices. "Dad, that was fucking great!"

I smiled at her, "If that was a thank you, then you're welcome."

"I think you enjoyed that as much as I did," she said.

"True," I replied, "there is nothing like getting up close and personal with a gorgeous pussy to get a guy turned on."

"Are you ready for your turn?" she asked, licking her lips for emphasis.

"I am," I said, "what's on the menu?"

"Well..." she said, pausing to tempt me, "Yesterday I did pretty good at getting your cock against the back of my throat. I want to work on that, you know, to get past my gag reflex and get your cock all the way in."

Wow! Could this get any better. She was squirming in my lap, my hard cock straining against the fabric of my pants. So close, I could almost imagine myself inside her. Fuck! Knock it off, you're not going to fuck her, not your virgin daughter.

She sensed my predicament and hopped off. I unbuckled my belt and unzipped while she unbuttoned my shirt. She pulled my pants down and let my cock spring free, pointing straight up to her smiling face.

"Ready?" she asked, licking her lips.

"More than ready," I replied, stroking my cock, stretching it closer to her face.

She was on her knees, bending down, her back arched, licking the head of my cock. I rubbed her shoulders, extending my hands down to her slender waist. Her gentle sucking sounds were music to my ears.

I felt her warm mouth engulf my cock, dropping down until I felt myself at the back of her throat. She gagged slightly, before pulling back just a little. It passed quickly, and she pushed down again, gently bouncing the head of my cock into her throat.

"Just like that," I whispered, "It feels so good." She was resting her weight on her elbows, using only her mouth on my cock. I felt myself enter the tight confines of her throat, as each little bounce took me further into her.

"Mmm," I said, "It's so tight. Are you doing okay?"

I couldn't see her face, but felt her nod imperceptibly. I closed my eyes and let my hands wander down to her ass, squeezing her firm ass cheeks. I felt an orgasm building as my cock slid further and further into her mouth. My hands wandered over her supple ass, with a mind of their own.

"Dad!," she exclaimed, pulling away from my cock, "you're doing it again."


"My asshole, Dad," she said, looking into my eyes, "you're fingering it again."

It was only then that I realized that the tip of my finger was pressing into her tight entrance. I quickly pulled it out, "Sorry, I didn't realize... my mind wandered, that's all."

"Did I do something wrong?"

"No Jude," I said, "You were doing such a good job that I closed my eyes, and let myself think of your mother, and what we used to do."

"Oh," she said, satisfied with my answer. "Did Mom like being fingered like that?" I could feel my cock start to soften as we talked. My lust had gotten the best of me, and now I had fucked up a really great blowjob.

"Well..." I replied, "I could never be sure. But I know she liked the effect it had on me, so I guess you could say she tolerated it, for me."

"I see..." she said, thoughtfully, "Once I got over the initial shock, it felt kind of good." She sat up and took my soft cock into her warm hands, spreading her saliva down its length. "Do you think I inherited your fetish?"

I laughed, "Shall we find out?"

"Mmmm," she said, curious, "tell me what Mom would do for you."

"Just now, when you were on your knees, bending down to suck me, it's times like that I wish I was behind you looking at your ass. Mom would understand that, and put on a little show for me, showing off her ass, spreading her cheeks, maybe even letting me lick her crack."

"Ohhh," she cooed, "that is nasty. What else?"

"Other times she would go further, fingering herself, rubbing lube into her tight ass... getting it ready for me to... well, I think I mentioned it to you before, she would occasionally let me fuck her in the ass."

Just talking about this had my cock rock hard again. It didn't hurt that she continued stroking me as we spoke.

"I'll start with a little show," she said, "do you want me kneeling, or standing?"

Fuck! Could this get better? "Standing," I said, trying to remain calm.

"So... do I start by giving you a little peek? Is that the way Mom did it?"

"What your Mom really liked was watching my face as she opened herself up to me."


"Looking back between her legs, you know... when she spread her cheeks for me."

"Ohhh," she cooed, "that is nasty!"

"Very," I replied, lifting her up to a standing position and turning her away from me. "Last chance to change your mind."

"Never," she replied, looking at me over her shoulder.

I break eye contact to gaze the the gorgeous ass just inches from my face. I squeezed her cheeks, gently jiggling them. In truth, she looked nothing like her mom. Her slender legs left a wide gap that should have exposed her pussy and asshole. However, her thick patch of dark hair kept her charms hidden, all the way up to the top of her ass crack.

"Dad?" she asked, waiting for me to say something.

"Sorry Jude," I said, refocusing my mind, "You're beautiful, but different from your mother."

"How so?"

"I told you that she shaved, and that she was more curvy than you. In this position, I could see the lips of her pussy, and just barely see into the crack of her ass. You have so much hair, it keeps it all hidden."

"Oh," she said, bending at the waist. She ran her hands up the back of her thighs, stopping at her ass and pulling at her cheeks. "Better?"

"Some," I said, looking carefully.

"I keep forgetting," she said, "you like it nasty." She pulled hard, her cheeks opening up and revealing the tight pucker of her asshole.

I leaned in and gave her a quick lick, starting at the base of her pussy lips and running my tongue up her crack, over the crinkly skin of her little pucker and stopping at the top of her crack. Her tight curls tickled the end of my tongue.

"Ohhh!" she exclaimed when my tongue touched her asshole, "Do that again."

Yes. Perhaps she shared my fetish. I moved in, rimming her asshole, drawing tiny circles around it. I was in heaven, and discretely stroked my cock. As much as I wanted another blowjob, jacking off while rimming her asshole was not something I could pass up.

She responded by rhythmically moving her ass from side to side, pulling her cheeks even further apart, pushing back against my tongue.

"Oh Dad," she said, "that feels so good... better than I thought it would... Can you cum like this, I mean jacking off while you do this?"

"Uh-huh," I said, without taking my tongue away from her asshole.

After a long pause, she said, "Are you sure you want to waste it, by jacking off?"

I pulled away made eye contact. She watched me from between her legs.

"I mean," she continued, "you said Mom would sometimes do more... more than just let you watch."

"Yes," I said, cautiously, "sometimes she would let me fuck her... fuck her in the ass... Is that what you're talking about?"

She nodded, "Tell me how she would do it."

"Jude," I said, unconvincingly, "are your sure, it's a big step."

"Just tell me about it," she said, a determined look on her face, "then I'll decide."

"Well..." I said, cautiously, "she would use some lube to finger herself... you know... to get loosened up to take my cock. She'd start with one finger, then work her way up to three fingers. By then, I was so turned on, that I was ready to jump her bones."


"You mean the position?"


"We tried several, but sometimes she liked to just squat down on me. It gave her more control, and she liked to use one of her dildos to get herself off."

"Can we try it?"

"It's been a long time Jude," I said, "I doubt that I even have any lube."

"Check under my bed, feel around for a shoebox."

I looked at her quizzically, tucking my hand under her bed, searching until I found it. I pulled out a pink shoebox and recognized it immediately."

"How did you get this?"

"I found it a few years ago, rummaging through Mom's old things. Pretty cool, huh?"

Janice had kept her collection of sex toys in a box just like this. I was pretty sure I knew what I would find if I opened it. "You looked through it?"

"Uh-huh," she said, grinning at me, "I even tried a few of them out."

"Is there still some lube in there?"

"Uh-huh," she said, opening the box and handing me a squeeze tube."

"How about a blue dildo?" I asked, "she liked to use it when I was... you know... It helped her get off."

"This one," she said, holding up a flexible blue dildo.

"That's the one," I said, giving her a broad grin. "Bend back down and spread your cheeks, I'll get things started."

She opened herself up and I squeezed a generous dollop of the slippery goo into her crack, just above her asshole. I set the lube aside and slide my hands under hers, taking over the task of keeping her cheeks open. "Use your finger to spread the goo in..."

"My asshole," she said, finishing my sentence. She slid her ring finger into the goo in her crack and curled the tip under when she got to her tight entrance, pushing some in.

I pulled her cheeks wider apart, stretching her asshole open ever so slightly.

She responded by sinking her finger in to the first knuckle. I heard her gasp and wondered if she would tense up the same way she did when I first pushed a fingertip into her asshole.

"That's good," I said, not giving her time to react, "move it around a little, it will help loosen your muscle."

She did as I asked, then pulled it out just enough to get more goo on her finger. This time she didn't stop until her second knuckle disappeared into the tight hole. This time I heard a little moan. I think she was enjoying it.

"When you feel yourself start to relax," I said, "slide a second finger in." I still had both hands on her cheeks, keeping them open for her, but mostly so I could watch. I was so turned on I wanted to release her cheeks and wrap my fingers around my cock.

It was like she read my mind. As a second finger slide into her asshole, she reached for my cock and squeezed it. "Just making sure you're ready," she said, "I think I'm getting close. How's the view?"

"So fine," I said, "just one more finger to go."

She struggled just a little, grunting, pressing her fingers in until she finally relaxed enough to get all three in. "Ahhh," she said, panting, "I can't believe this turns me on so much. Do you still think I need the dildo."

She probably didn't, but that is what I wanted to see, just like Janice used to do. "Yes," I lied, "can you reach it?"

"Yes," she said, releasing my cock and picking up the blue dildo. "Do you think I need some lube?

Silly question. Her fingers were digging ever deeper into her ass. I used my thumbs to spread the lips of her cunt. Her pink gash was glistening, almost dripping. "Try sliding it in, you'll be fine."

I watched as the blue dildo easily disappeared into her cunt. "Ohhh" she cried out, moaning.

I released her cheeks and pulled her towards me until I felt the head of my cock against her hand. "It's time," I said, "pull your fingers out."

As her fingers came out, the head of my cock took their place, easily slipping into her tight hole.

"Ohhh yes," she said, adjusting to the sensation of my cock in her ass.

"When your ready," I said, "slide down my cock, the hard part is over."

She gasped as the last of my cock entered her, pausing to catch her breath.

It felt so good... warm... slippery... and tight... so tight. I fought to keep from blowing my load right then and there.

I pulled her back, against my chest. "Extend your legs out, and spread them apart as wide as you can."

She turned her head, giving me a confused look. "How am going to—"

"It's not necessary," I interrupted, my own breathing labored. Just the act of turning her head was enough to move my cock inside her. Fuck, how am I going to last. "Use the dildo to get yourself off, the rest will take care of itself."

She grinned at me, understanding my predicament. She pulled my hands up and rested them on her tits, and then slowly stroked herself with the dildo.

I squeezed her luscious breasts, thumbing her hard nipples. Her head was tossed back on my shoulder. Looking down, I could see her hand working the dildo in and out of her cunt.

She was breathing heavy, her tongue sliding into my ear. If she was trying to be still, it wasn't working. She wiggled just enough to bring me to the edge of orgasm.

She gave no hint of how close she was, but she had to feel my body go rigid as I lost control, pumping her ass full of hot cum.

"Oh Daddy!" she exclaimed, "I felt that all the way up inside my ass."

Through my heavy breathing, I managed to whisper, "Keep going... I want to watch you finish."

She complied, returning to her dildo, stroking it furiously, finding her clit with her free hand and working it in tandem with the dildo.

She continued to squirm as my cock softened in her ass. She was close, grunting with each thrust of the dildo. I felt her cum, her body writhing against me, my cock flopping out of her ass as she involuntarily tighten every muscle in her body.

We lay there, totally relaxed, not speaking.

"Dad," she finally said, "I think I can see why Mom liked to do that... occasionally."

I didn't reply, but gave her tits one last squeeze.

The squeal of tires jolted me awake. I glanced a my watch. Past Midnight... Her date must have gone well.

Jude bounded into the house, grinning from ear to ear, a cowboy hat cocked precariously on her head. She pumped both fists into the air and did a quick little two-step, jumping with excitement. Running towards me, she leapt into my lap. I shook out the cobwebs as she bounced around in my lap. My thoughts turned carnal. Was she wearing panties?

"Dad," she said, bubbling with excitement, "that was the best date ever."

Her eyes were wild with... what? Excitement? Lust? Drugs? "Are you high?" I asked.

"Fucking-A Dad!" she shouted, lifting her hat in the air, "high on cum, three loads of it."

I laughed out loud. You don't hear that every day. "Three?"

"Oh yeah, the last one in the driveway, just a few minutes ago. I'm so fired up, I could... Fuck Dad! I don't know what I could do."

She planted a wet kiss on me, forcing her tongue into my mouth. Was that Billy's cum I tasted? Her continuous movement, bouncing in my lap was having a predictable effect on my cock. "Settle down," I said, "and tell me about your date."

"Later Dad," she said, dropping her voice to a whisper, "there's one last thing I want to do, to celebrate the end of a great date." She sat still for a moment and tugged on her tube top. Before I could react, her bra was flying across the room. She leaned forward and shimmied her tits, bouncing them on either side of my face.

"Jude," I said, my resistance quickly fading, "are you sure."

"Uh-huh Daddy," she cooed, seductively, "I'm going to fuck you. It's been on my mind... ever since I first blew you."

It wasn't a question, and she wasn't asking for permission. Who was I to deny such an intimate request... demand. Leaving myself no more time to think about it, I unbuckled my belt and unzipped my pants.

"Oh Daddy," she whispered, reaching back for my hard cock. I felt the prickly hair of her muff, followed by the warmth of her wet gash. She let go, letting me probe for her entrance and then plunging down on me when I found it.

Fuck! So hot... and wet... and tight, very, very tight. I was speechless.

She grabbed a handful of my shirt, like a bull rider grabbing a rope, then raised the cowboy hat over her head and shouted, at the top of her lungs, "Yee-haw!" I was a bucking bronco and she rode me like a rodeo cowboy. I was in heaven, her tight wet pussy pounding my cock with abandon. I tried to visualize Janice, but even she had never pulled anything this bold.

She was non-stop motion, waving the cowboy hat as she fucked me silly. I'd heard somewhere that a bull ride had to last eight seconds to be official and wondered if I could even last that long.

I reached for her bouncing tits, thumbing her hard nipples. Her breathing was heavy and she grunted with each downward thrust. It felt so fucking good. Please, please, just let me hold out a little longer.

"Daddy... Daddy... I'm..." She shrieked when her orgasm hit, somehow managing to keep riding me as it coursed through her body.

"Yee-haw!" I shouted, as loud as I could, when my first shot of cum blasted up into her. I made it.

She drained my cock. I sat there, my mouth agape, watching as her orgasm subsided. She saw that I was about to say something.

"Hush," she said, "I'm not done. You told me nasty is better, and that's how I want to remember my first fuck."

She lifted herself off my cock and used her fingers to scoop a gob of cum out of her dripping pussy. She smeared the sticky goo across my gaping mouth, then stuffed her fingers in.

"So nasty," I said, my words muffled by her fingers.

"Wait," she whispered, "there's more."

She scooped out more sticky cum, but this time kept it for herself, licking her fingers clean. When she finished, she gave a wet, sloppy kiss, sloshing the last of my cum into my mouth. "Now I'm done," she said, beaming with pride.


That was the last of my "advice" lessons with Jude. Her fling with Billy was short-lived, but she continued to be a very popular date through her Senior year of high-school. She never again came to me for dating advice, for which I was grateful. She had reawakened my lust for women, and forced me back into the saddle.

I still miss Janice terribly, but thanks to Jude, I no longer dwell on what could have been.

For my first date, Jude fixed me up with Billy's mother.


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