“I didn’t mean right now, you silly goose. I meant later tonight. After Jan and Alex are asleep.
“Right now, I just want you to play with my pussy for a couple of minutes, while I tell you all about Mom and me. Then we’ll see if we can get out of this bathroom, without her catching us. Deal?”
John placed his hand on Lisa’s pussy. He immediately felt the very large, partially-erect clitoris that was prominently jutting out at the front of her crack. The head of Lisa’s clitoris was almost as big around as the tip of John’s middle finger.
“Gosh, you’ve got quite the clitoris there, young lady.”
“Yeah, it really looks like a small penis, doesn’t it? That’s the main reason why I have to keep my pussy shaved. When I’m dancing, I always put a strong piece of tape across the front of my pussy to hold my clit pressed into my crack, so that it doesn’t show.
“And even then, I still have to be very careful not to let myself get sexually aroused when I’m dancing, or else I’ll get a small bulge in the front of my G-string. And I’m sure that most of my paying customers wouldn’t appreciate that.
“Here, let me show you something,” Lisa said, as she retracted the skin hood to expose the whole head of her long clitoris. “You see? It’s even got a dark ridge around the head, just like a guy’s dick-head does. You ought to see it when it becomes fully-erect. It’s a little over two inches long. I know, ‘cuz I actually measured it one time. And it looks just like I’ve got a miniature dick, instead of a clit. In fact, Vicki calls it my ‘little dick.’
“Of course, I don’t have a slit at the tip of it, like a guy’s dick-head does,” Lisa said, playfully rubbing the tip of her index finger against John’s piss-hole slit. And while she was doing that, images of Bill’s hypospadic penis automatically crossed her mind, and Lisa found herself unintentionally comparing her twin brother’s unique-looking, helmet-shaped dick-head to her father’s much-wider, flared-out dick-head.
“Vicki ought to call it your ‘dick-clit,'” John suggested, as he was feeling out Lisa’s little piss-hole opening with his fingertips. “That would be much more appropriate, don’t you think?”
“Sure, Dad. Whatever. All I know is that I’ve always been very self-conscious about it. Sometimes I feel like I’m a freak-of-Nature.”
“Nonsense. You’re a gorgeous young lady.”
“Yeah, with a gigantic, dick-looking clitoris sticking out of the front of her pussy,” Lisa immediately added. She felt her clit tingling, as it was growing, and steadily becoming more erect.
“Hey, I’m not exactly pleased with the size of my penis either. But I’ve had to accept it, because it’s the only penis I’ve got.”
“I just happen to like your dick, Da
ddy. I think it’s cute, and very sexy.”
“Well, I just happen to like your pussy too, Lisa. Just the way it is,” said John, as he finally stopped feeling out her piss-hole opening, and inserted his middle finger up into her vagina, to begin manually exploring it. “And if I were a younger man, I might even try to have sexual intercourse with you right now. And speaking of that, I assume that’s what you want us to do tonight.”
“You bet I do!” Lisa enthusiastically chimed in.
“Well, you’re not on any birth control, are you? I mean, I’ve heard of old men like me actually getting younger women like you pregnant,” said John.
“No, I’m not using any birth control right now, Daddy. I haven’t really needed to. I’ve been having sex with women. Remember?”
“That’s fine, Lisa,” said John, as he now had two of his held-together fingers (his middle finger and his ring finger) inserted up into Lisa’s vagina. And he was curling his two fingers towards him, and intentionally using his fingertips to massage her G-spot area. “I guess I’ll just have to go buy some condoms somewhere.”
“Oh, no you don’t! I hate those damn things! Tell you what, if it’ll make you feel better, I’ll bop on down to the store and get some foam, or sponges, or something. Anything but condoms.”
“Okay.”
“Daddy, as much as I’m enjoying this, I think we’d better get out of here, before Mom catches us,” Lisa said, realizing that John’s adept fingering of her G-spot was just about to make her cum hard. And she knew that if she just stayed there and let that happen, they would end up fucking right there, in the bathroom. So Lisa wisely decided that she had better leave right away, for both their sakes.
“You’re right, Lisa,” John agreed, pulling his fingers out of her wonderful vagina, but not until after she had removed her hands from his fully-erect dick and his balls.
Lisa started to put her panties and jeans back on. But when she picked the panties up off the floor, she saw the front of the gooey sperm-soaked panties, and reacted with, “Euuuh Yuuuck!” and then tossed the panties into the waste basket beside the toilet. “Don’t worry, Daddy. I brought plenty of panties with me. Mom always taught me to pack extra underwear whenever I take a trip out of town. I’ll just have to wear my jeans ‘au naturel’ for now. It isn’t like I haven’t done it before,” said Lisa, as she was buttoning up the front of her jeans and pulling her zipper up. “It’s times like this that I’m thankful I don’t have any pubes,” Lisa said, showing her wit, and her innate sense of humor.
Meanwhile, John was pulling his own pants and underwear back up.
“Okay, I’ll go out first,” Lisa said. “And I’ll distract Mom, so that you can sneak out, and then come in the front door, like you were just returning from a walk.”
Just as soon as Lisa had left the bathroom and closed the door behind her, John sprang into action.
First, he stuck his two fingers–the ones that he had pulled out of Lisa’s vagina, just moments before–right up under his nose, and took several deep whiffs of Lisa’s intoxicating, pheromone-laden pussy-aroma.
Then he reached down into the waste basket beside the toilet, retrieved Lisa’s sperm-coated panties, and tossed them into the bathroom’s laundry hamper, making sure to burrow them well down under the rest of the dirty laundry. John figured that he would come back later in the night to “properly dispose of” Lisa’s sperm-soaked panties.
Lastly, he used the damp washcloth to carefully wipe up the little puddles of sperm that he had left all over the bathroom. He thoroughly rinsed the washcloth out under the faucet, and then wrung the excess water out of it, before dropping it down into the laundry hamper, and closing the hamper door.
John snuck out of the bathroom, and then out the front door. He turned around and made a grand, overly-noisy entrance, as if he were coming back from one of his walks.
So Lisa’s plan had went off without a hitch. She and John had both managed to escape the bathroom, without being caught by Jan. And Lisa had also managed to “conveniently forget” to tell John about her and Jan “getting it on” together.
Later that same night, after Jan and Alex were fast asleep, Lisa snuck into John’s bedroom. She quickly pulled down her cotton panties, and stepped out of the leg-holes, leaving the crumpled-up panties on the floor next to the bed.
She got into bed with John, hiked the bottom of her knee-length nightshirt up around her waist, and they made love, just like they were husband and wife, instead of father and daughter. Of course they had to compensate for the huge difference in their body-weights.
After an extended period of genital foreplay and oral sex that lasted about 20 minutes, Lisa told John that she needed to go to the restroom to put in a birth control sponge. She pulled the packaged sponge out of the pocket at the front of her nightshirt–which she had left on, throughout their foreplay–and showed the sponge to John, before she headed off to the restroom down the hall.
Once Lisa was in the closed bathroom, she urinated, because she had forgotten to pee, before they had started their lovemaking. Then she tore open the little plastic package, took out the birth control sponge, looked at it for a few seconds, and finally flushed it down the toilet, along with her urine.
She knew that it was her “safe time,” since it was day 22 of her menstrual cycle.
She also wanted this first-ever intercourse with her father to be very special. She knew that her not using any birth control measures would only serve to make this experience even more exciting for her. She knew that the danger of pregnancy was very real. And that was the exciting part. But she also realized that the odds were heavily against it actually happening tonight.
Lisa resolved that she would use birth control the next time that she had sexual intercourse with her father. But tonight, she just wanted to throw all caution to the wind, and take “the big gamble.”
Of course, Lisa didn’t want to flat-out lie to her father. So she decided to simply not say anything to him about her total lack of birth control–that is, until after they had finished “doing the dirty deed” together.
When Lisa returned to the bedroom, she finally took off her nightshirt, and then instinctively lay down on her back on the bed and spread her legs far apart, motioning with her arms that she was wanting John to mount her.
John just stared at her totally nude body for a long moment. Even in the dim moonlight that was streaming into the darkened bedroom through the window, John could still see well enough to appreciate what a lovely young woman his daughter had become–in spite of the very large, erect clitoris that was jutting straight out at the front of her pussy crack.
And of course, John naturally assumed that Lisa now had the birth control sponge in place, covering up her cervix.
He tried to mount her in this missionary-style position, but his big belly made that difficult. She was uncomfortable too. Her petite frame struggled to support his comparatively-massive weight on top of her.
So, at Lisa’s suggestion, they ended up “doing it” doggie style. Besides, that also just happened to be Lisa’s favorite intercourse position. Ironically, Lisa didn’t know it at the time, but it was John’s favorite intercourse position, as well. So that was another sexual preference that they both had in common.
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