All Chapters of Daddy…Please Teach Me: Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

Beth. I stumbled out of their bedroom like the floor was tilting under me. I had seen it. Really seen it. Not the vague, half-hard outline I used to catch through his sweats when he walked around the house early in the morning. Not the bulge I stared at across the dinner table while pretending to listen to Mom talk about her shift. The real thing. My father’s cock. My mind went dizzy. Even soft, it hung with a mouthwatering weight, popping veins ran down the shaft, pulsing in that way that promised to stretch a girl open and keep stretching her. The head had been flushed dark, still a little swollen from whatever he’d been doing in the shower—or maybe from fucking Mom the night before. It wasn’t like I hadn’t seen Daddy’s abs or biceps before. He still worked out. At forty-five, he looked better than half the dads at school. But seeing those muscles attached to a completely naked body—water still sliding down the dark hair on his chest, down the ridges of his stomac

Beth. My hands were shaking as I rushed to obey. Hoping to be quick enough before he changed his mind. Inside me, disbelief intertwined with my lust. My reckless gamble had worked! It was almost too good to be real. I hooked my fingers into the waistband of his sweatpants and dragged them down. His cock sprang free—thick, heavy, and already hard as steel. It looked even bigger up close. The shaft was flushed dark, veins standing out in thick ridges along the underside. The head was swollen and slick at the tip, a bead of precum already gathering there. It smelled like clean skin and heat and something darker, something that made my mouth water instantly. I wrapped my fingers around it and my fingertips didn’t even touch. Jesus. This was the cock that made Mom scream. This was the cock I had fantasized about for years. And now it was right in front of my face, hot and throbbing in my hand. It felt like a fucking dream. Daddy’s voice came low and rough above me. “Open

He pulled his finger out, spread me open with both thumbs, and put his mouth on my pussy. My brain short-circuited. All the air rushed from my lungs as his tongue dragged through my folds in broad and firm strokes, collecting every drop of my arousal. He circled my clit with the tip, then sucked it between his lips and flicked it hard. I cried out, closing my thighs around his head. I realized why he had tied my hands now: because I didn’t know if I wanted to hold him closer or push him away. A scream was trapped in my chest, my body was aflame and nothing was important but my father’s mouth, his expert tongue, his overwhelming power over me. He pried my thighs apart and kept going. Licking deeper, pushing his tongue inside me, fucking me with it while his nose rubbed my clit, taking big sniffs. He groaned into my cunt like it was the best thing he’d ever tasted. The sounds wet, slurping, hungry. “Fuck, you taste sweet,” he growled against me. “My little pretend wife’s pus