Dear Daddy Part One - Sex Stories

Dear Daddy Part One

... have never been a prude, but the fact that my eighteen-year-old sister was getting me this wet was insane.

Then it happened...Morgan started to massage my pussy.

"Morgan...what are you doing?" I asked.

"Just what I've wanted to do since I caught you masturbating in the shower last Christmas. I want to be with a girl, and I want you to show me how." She answered with such confidence.

There was nothing I could do to stop her, and I didn't want to. Morgan traced her fingers up and down my bikini-covered pussy. She pushed the fabric deep in between my smooth wet pussy lips.

"Morgan," I moaned.

Morgan took my moans as a sign to continue. She untied my bikini top and bottom as I turned around to face her. Seeing her beautiful face made me realize how long I had wanted this.

"Come here," I said as I grabbed her head, pulling her face to mine.

Dad, our first kiss was electric. Our lips caressed each other as my tongue slowly rubbed hers. I couldn't get enough.

We must have laid on the recliner for ten minutes just kissing and exploring each other's bodies.

I worshipped her budding breasts. My palm pressed into her hard nipples as I cupped her heaving breasts in my hands. I trailed my fingers around the edges of her tits before gently twisting her nipples between my fingers.

"That feels so good," Morgan moaned into my mouth.

She loved it when I pulled on her nipples. Daddy, she has such sensitive nipples.

I ripped off her bikini top, exposing ...

... her hard nubs. The taunt skin around her nipples was like an invitation for my lips. I kissed her neck and around her clavicle. As I nibbled her ear, Morgan's body shook.

"Oh my god, Miriam, don't stop," and stop, I didn't.

I enveloped Morgan's left nipple with my lips and slowly licked it with my tongue while my hand fondled her right breast. I switched back and forth, making her body jerk with every touch.

Morgan was loving every minute of our fucking. Yet all I wanted right then was for her to go down on me.

I started to finger her wet pussy. God, she was tight, Dad.

"Oh yes! Miriam, right there! I've never had anyone touch me like that before," she screamed.

"You like that, don't you, Morgan. Well, don't worry, there is plenty more where that came from, but first, you must do something for me." I told her.

"Anything! I'll do anything for you, Miriam," she screamed.

I spread my legs wide. "I want you to lick my dripping wet pussy. You made me wet, and now I want you to take care of it. Eat me now!" I demanded.

Morgan lay on her stomach and wrapped her arms around my thighs. I could sense her apprehension, yet as she started to lick my drenched slit, her excitement took over. Morgan explored my pussy with her tongue, lapping up as much of my juices as she could.

It felt good, but I could tell that she required some coaching.

"That's right. Just like that. Now, flick my clit with your tongue. Yes, just like that. Perfect. Gently wrap your lips ...