“Dad, I knew a lot of what mamma did. But mamma never taught me anything about sex. This is all O. J. T. But I like my teacher.” She kissed me again as she kept rubbing her bum on my hard dick. She started hugging me while she kissed me and grinding even harder. Finally, I took her ass in my hands and adjusted it so it wasn’t so rough on it.
Then I started kissing her neck. She took off her blouse and allowed me access to her breasts. She wasn’t wearing a bra. I began to kiss her nipples and grip her ass. Her moans were pushing me hard over the edge. I felt my climax building, but just before it came, she grabbed me and shot liquid all over my pants. She yelled her orgasm into my mouth and cried out screaming, “Yes, Yes. Yes.” I had never been with a squitter before. It was hot, and then immediately got cold. I laughed as she continued to kiss me.
“It even gets better,” she shouted throughout the house.
We got up and cleaned up. I put my shorts in the laundry and we went to bed. Abby had recovered from her squirting orgasm and snuggled to me like a leach. I was getting used to it and somewhat liked it. She felt like her mother was beside me. I loved her mother so much, and I missed her. So, I wondered how much of our love was for Abby and how much was wanting her to replace her mom.
Abby was such a different woman than Abigail. The most obvious was Abby was still a virgin. Abigail lost hers well before we met. She told me the story about it but it can’t be repeated here as she was far too young to be doing such a thing. But Abby was still a virgin and she was in her first year of college. There was nothing wrong with her. She is pretty as a peach and sexy too. There were several men who came to see and visit her. However, she had shown no interest in any of them.
Abby dressed down quite a bit. While Abigail wore sexy hot dresses, skirts and blouses, even to work, Abby was happy with a pull over hoodie and jeans. I bet Abigail had one hundred thousand dollars’ worth of shoes in her walk-in closet. Abby had one pair of sneakers, one pair of boots, one pair of sandals and one pair of flip flops. Total that adds up to almost hundred fifty bucks. And that was pushing it.
It wasn’t that I hadn’t offered to buy her finer clothing, or anything like that. She just couldn’t see the point of wearing a ten-thousand-dollar dress when a fifty-dollar pair of jeans worked just fine.
After her mom’s death, I offered to take her to the mall so she could pick out anything she wanted. She refused, and when I told her I had to remove all the clothing that Abby didn’t want for sanity reasons, she went into the closet and helped me clean it out. We sent all the clothes to a local high-end thrift store. The owner took the clothes and sold most of them with quite a profit. He sends us a very large check that I gave to Abby; she sent it on to a good charity.
The next morning, I woke early and was holding Abby in my arms, her head on my chest. I lay there thinking of how much I love my wife and little girl. But Abby wasn’t a little girl anymore. She was eighteen, in college and able to make her own decisions. I started caressing her soft skin. She came to bed naked all the time. I don’t know why; I sort of liked it. She only wore panties during her cycle. I then started kissing her. I kept my supple kisses to her cheeks then her neck then down to her breasts. Finally, I started kissing her nipples and stomach.
Abby was awake now obviously and enjoying the attention I was giving her. This was the first time I had initiated anything with us. Abby began to moan her pleasure as I made my way between her legs, spreading them and taking her pussy with my mouth.
Her climaxes started softly but straightened quickly. She started to cum all over my face soaking the bed and my face.
Finally, I rolled over and laid beside my daughter and pulled her over on top of me. She looked at me in a confused state not knowing what I expected her to do.
“Abby,” I said, all so softly. “I know it hurts the first time. So, I want you to control the pressure and the pain. I want you to let yourself down on me; it will fill you and take your virginity. If you want that to happen, we’ll do it this morning.”
The look on Abby’s face was amazing. I had previously refused to do this telling her to wait. I wanted to wait at least until we could figure out what we both wanted. I knew she wanted to give it to me. I knew she wanted to take the next step between us, and I knew there was no changing her mind. She was old enough to make up her own mind, and by god, I think she did.
She raised up on me with a smile I will remember the rest of my life. She backed up and took my cock and lined it up to her pussy. The smile on her face had gotten bigger, if that was possible. Then with a sinister grin on her lips she dropped all her weight on my cock. I felt my cock ripping through her hymen, as it impaled her. I could see pain on my daughter’s face too.
She sat there with her pussy lips up against my balls. I had made sure there was plenty of lubricant to keep the pain somewhat tolerable. But I didn’t expect her to drop on it like she did. I held my daughter and she held me back. I kissed her slowly and she started kissing me back.
“You are the only man I ever want daddy, dad, Roy. You are mine. And if I ever catch you cheating on me so help me, so help me god, I will kick your ass to the moon and back.”
I smiled. She continued. “I know you were always faithful with mom. You told me she took good care of you?”
“That she did, baby.” I answered.
“Well, I am going to take just as good care of you as she did. Maybe better, I hope. And all I want is to know that you will never cheat on me. That’s it. That’s all I want.”
“It’s a deal, baby.”
“Oh, one other thing. Dad, if you don’t mind; quit calling me ‘baby.’ Please.”
“Ok, Ba… Honey,” I laughed.