He let his lips curve in a wicked smile. "When I'm done with you, though, you will be."

He levered himself up onto the couch, wincing and stifling a sigh as his muscles protested.

“Old bones," he said.

“I'm not as young as I used to be."

“I'm interested in only one bone, Joshua,“ his daughter said, then blushed.

Rachel Laughed, and Josh started. Despite her position behind Sarah, he had almost forgotten she was there. She smiled at him over Sarah's shoulder, and he relaxed, full of wonder that this incredible woman could be his wife. How many other people were so completely free from jealousy that they could take part in this? Or even think about allowing it?

He sank between his daughter's thighs, inhaling her aroma. "Now be sure to tell me," he said, Looking up his daughter's body to meet her trusting eyes, “What feels good. And what doesn't. My job right now is to make you happy." Finding the angle awkward, he gently Lifted one of

Sarah's legs until it rested on the back of the sofa, giving him unimpeded access to her entrance. Her lower lips were slightly parted, gleaming in the soft Lamp-Light.

"I will...Daddy."

At her words, spoken softly, his cock gave a frenzied Lurch, and he had to shut his eyes against the jolt of desire. When he opened them, he found her Looking at him, her lips curled knowingly.

"I am an adult, it's true. But it's also true that I want my daddy in my bed. I have for a long time. Ever since I was old enough to know what it was I wanted. But I didn't have the courage to say so. So when we make Love, I am going to call you what I want. And I know you well enough to know how much it turns you on. Doesn't it?"

“God help me, it does," he answered. He wanted to say more, but simply shook his head. He Lay flat on his stomach, his cock an iron bar in his shorts. He could feel a dampness at his crotch, as his weeping slit soaked the fabric with pre-come. He bent his head, and tasted Sarah for the first time.

Her taste exploded in his mouth, salty and sweet and completely her own. When he became aware of what he was doing, he found himself lapping at her labia, his mouth and tongue diving deeper and deeper into her with every stroke, as if he were trying to crawl inside her.

Her aroma surrounded him, and he inhaled desperately, as if her smell were oxygen, and he would pass out from a lack. He gripped her young thighs, her tan young skin glowing with health, and pulled her towards him, trying desperately to pleasure his daughter.

And by her reaction, he was succeeding. Sarah shook under his hands, her body quivering, but her hips slowly rolled her groin towards his face, then away, over and over, caught up in the ancient rhythm of desire. When he looked up at her, her face was flushed, the skin glowing. "Oh, God, Josh. No one...no one has kissed me so good. Down there. They had no idea what they were doing.”

"Morons," he said flatly, drawing his head away for a moment. He pushed her thighs apart and ran a finger up her lips, watching through hooded lids as she jerked under his touch. "As sensitive as you are? Any man who cared for you instead of himself could make you happy. Like I am going to." He was torn between anger at the callow boys who had failed to please Sarah as she deserved, and gratitude that he was the one who would teach her the true joys of being a woman. He kissed her damp folds once more, then homed in on his ultimate goal: the bright pink nubbin of her clitoris.

Luckily for him, his search was an easy one. Unlike some women, Sarah's clit was large and prominent. Fully engorged, it emerged from its protective hood, a tempting target. He leaned forward and fastened his

Lips around it, then Lightly flicked it with his tongue.

“Nnrrghhgh!" Sarah grunted, her eyes popping wide open and staring at him with shock. "Ohhhh, fuck, Daddy. Keep that up. Right there. Please, don't stop." She braced one arm on the back of the couch, the other at her side, providing leverage, and raised her mound, gently humping his face. In response to his questing tongue, her labia spread wide, unfurling Like the petals of a flower, giving him access to her most secret places.

But he had her clit well and truly captured, and he was not going to relinquish his sweet prisoner. He suckled on the throbbing nodule, smiling to himself as Sarah writhed and twisted under his touch. Her juices bathed his mouth and chin. Her gasps grew shorter and sharper, the pitch higher and higher, until she was all but keening under him.

He felt a harsh grip in the hair at the back of his head, holding him in place, and her legs lifted and draped around his back, her heels softly drumming into his spine.

“Getting close, Daddy. Close. So close," she panted. "Please, don't stop." Her eyes were squeezed shut, and Josh knew she was concentrating completely on her own pleasure.

Suddenly, her hips snapped up in a sharp spasm, her pubic bone catching him a blow on his mouth. A high wail broke from her lips, and he watched, entranced, as the muscles of her belly rippled as her orgasm washed through her.

“Damn,” she breathed when she recovered. Her eyes, though her mop of disheveled brown hair, were awestruck. "My God, Josh, I've never..."

“What ?"