“I need to be topless,” she said. “Like they were.”
“Can we skip that?”
“No. They’ll think it was during sex. Panties stay on.”
“Fine.”
She shimmied out of shorts—white cotton panties. I looked away.
“Dad, you kinda have to look.”
I glanced. Neat V between her thighs, no hair visible—already knew from pool days. She peeled the crop top off, unhooked the bra. Breasts spilled free—perfect, pale, pink nipples stiff. My dick surged.
“Sorry,” I muttered.
“It’s okay. It needs to be hard anyway.”
“Been a long time since I saw a naked woman.”
She smiled, tiptoed, kissed my cheek. “Thanks for helping, Dad.” She set up the phone. “Hit record here.”
She knelt on the bed in panties. I stepped close.
“Ready?”
“Yeah.” I pressed record.
“I’m Madison, and this is how you give head.”
Trembling fingers found my zipper. She bit her lip, tugged it down, reached in. The instant her hand closed around me I nearly lost it—years since anyone touched me.
She worked it free, gasped, eyes huge. Thick, veined, head swollen, right at her face.
“Dad—it’s massive.”
“No ‘Dad’ on camera.”
“Oh. Why’s it so big?”
“Guys are different sizes.”
“Not like the other videos.”
I stopped recording. “Everyone varies.”
“It’s… intimidating. I don’t know if it’ll fit.”
“Want to quit?”
“No.” She wrapped fingers around it—couldn’t close them. “Wow.”
“Don’t worry about size. Just a few minutes. Maybe lick instead.”
“No—I have to suck it.”
She squeezed the head. I throbbed.
“It twitched!”
“They do that.”
She giggled. “Scared me.”
I flexed again; more giggles.
“You’re doing that?”
“Yeah.”
“So cool.”
“Let’s do this, okay?”
“Okay. Should I tuck it back so I can pull it out again?”
“Just start with it out.”
“Right—it won’t fit back anyway.”
I hit record.
“I’m Madison, and this is how you give head to a really big one.”
Deep breath, she gripped the base, opened wide—but closed again.
“Jaw hurts already.”
I stopped it. “Madison…”
“Sorry—not used to it.” She tugged gently. I groaned. She looked up. “Feels good?”
“You’re stroking my dick—of course.”
“Again?”
“Yeah.”
She pumped slowly. “Fuck…”
She giggled. “You really like it. What’s this?”
Finger swiped precum.
“Precum. Happens when it’s hard a while.”
“Oh. Didn’t know they leaked.” Another stroke; more appeared. “I did that.”
“Yeah. We need the video or you’ll make me finish.”
“Sorry. Can I practice first? Get comfortable?”
“One minute.”
“How do I start?”
“Whatever feels natural.”
“Like Mom did?”
“Don’t know.”
“Help me.”
“Kiss it. Stroke. Tongue. Lips on the shaft.”
She leaned, kissed the tip. I exhaled hard.
“Like that?”
“Yeah.”
She squeezed a few times. “Feels strange—hard but kinda soft.”
“Blood flow. Not anatomy class time.”
“This is making me really wet.”
I looked down—another kiss, then tongue along the side.
“Lick underneath, base to tip.”
“Feels good?”
“Do it.”
“Okay. It’s fine if you enjoy this, Dad.”
“Just lick, sweetheart.”
She lifted me, tongue from root to slit.
“Fuck.”
“Mmm. Tastes weird—the clear stuff.”
Faster licks on the head.
“Right?”
“Yes.” I stroked her cheek. She kissed my palm.
“Love you, Dad.”
“Love you too. More around the tip.”
She speared the slit, then lips closed over the head, tongue flicking.
“Perfect, baby.”
“Trying more now.”
Both hands gripped like a bat. Jaw stretched—head popped in. Lips sealed. Tongue pressed underneath. Thumbs-up.
“Good girl. Stroke while you suck.”
Hands pumped awkwardly—still heaven after so long. Slurpy pop as she pulled off.
“Ah—jaw again.”
Nod. My glistening cock pointed at her face; she wiped spit off her lips.
“Ready.”
I lifted the phone—but saw her hand slip inside panties, fingers moving, then out. Guilty grin.
“My pussy’s drenched.”
“Natural, honey.”
“Really?”
“Yeah.”
“I touch myself at night thinking about dick… sex…”
I caressed her cheek. “Let’s record.”
“Dad? Can you touch my breasts? The guys did—held their heads too. Makes it look real.”
“Not sure I should touch you.”
“Please? Already sucking you. Touching isn’t worse.”
“Okay. Recording.”
“I’m Madison, and this is how you give head to one that’s way too big.”
She gripped, tugged skin toward her, wet lips met the tip. Tongue flicked. I stared at her chest. Hand dropped; she moved her arm aside. Fingers brushed stiff nipples—I cupped her breast, thumbed the peak.
She moaned around me, kissed the head, then took it in. Slight teeth—felt incredible. I pinched; she squealed, almost bit.
Sucking the head, one hand on shaft. Other hand back in panties, rubbing. No hair—smooth. I wanted to see, but reminded myself: one-time video.
Rolled her nipple—she vibrated on me. Pulled off.
“Fuck—it’s huge. Girls, beware big ones. Hard work.”
Back down, lips slid farther. I moaned. She rose higher on knees, legs wider, fingering herself harder, constant moans.
I craved release. Hand left her breast, gripped her hair—she yelped—pulled her deeper. Gagged; hand flew to my thigh, stopping three inches. Eased up; she coughed, eyes watering.
“Careful.”
Guided her back—slow, couple inches. Wanted to ram her throat. She mumbled—slow down signal.
Pumped shallow. She moaned approval. One hand in panties again, other teasing her nipple.
Thrust deeper; gagging resumed. Big eyes pleaded. Grabbed shaft near head to block.
I lost it. Pinned her wrist aside. She tried pulling off—I held, shoved. Six inches; throat squeezed. Teeth grazed; she fought. Released hair—she coughed hard.
Looked up, teary. “Can’t take more. Too big. Slow.”
She kissed the side instead, licked. I turned her face.
“No,” she whispered off-mic.
Thumb traced lips. I gripped my shaft, slapped her cheek lightly. Lip quivered. Rubbed the head across her mouth.
Mouthed: Open. Want inside.
Shook her head.
Open.
Jaw dropped, tongue out.
Slid along it, poked her cheek—bulge. She licked again. Hands on breasts and pussy—finger plunging.
Slow—front of mouth only. She liked it, moaning. Close to her own orgasm—panting. Long squeal, breast crushed—she came.
My turn.
Grabbed her head, angled, shoved. Throat flexed; half my length buried. Hands grabbed me—too late. Exploded down her throat. She jerked back, coughing; I kept spurting—face, tits. Pulled her in again, finished in her mouth. Eyes locked on mine as I emptied.
Kept her there. “Suck.”
Brows furrowed—she nursed the head, tongue rolling. Softening—sensitive. Finally pulled free. She licked lips, cleaning what she could. Rest dripped chin to breasts to panties.
Pointed at phone.
“Oh—right. That’s how you give head.”
I killed the recording, set it down. Guilt crashed in. Planned a quick video—lost control.
“You okay, sweetheart?”
Nod, lip caught in teeth. Wiped chin.
“So much.”
Sat, tucked myself away.
“Sorry I got rough.”
“It’s okay. Thanks for helping.”
“Didn’t mean to be aggressive.”
“You were turned on.”
“Yeah.”
“Was fun. Throat hurts though. How’d Mom handle it?”
“Practice. You took some deep.”
“I know. Almost threw up. Wish you’d warned me.”
“Sorry.”
“If it felt good—I’m glad.”
“You felt good too. Saw your hand.”
She covered breasts shyly, other hand on panties. “Couldn’t help it. Your dick got me soaked.”
Laughed softly, kissed her head. “Done now. Never again. Pretend it didn’t happen.”
“Okay.”
“Going to bed. You mad?”
“No way. I owe you.”
“You owe nothing. Just don’t hate me.”
“Never, Dad.”
“Night, sweetheart.”
“Night.”
Slept easier than expected. Yes, I’d used her mouth—but she’d pushed me into it. Regretted it, yet it was burned in memory. Hoped we’d never mention it again. Though deep down… I knew I’d do it the same.
Next morning she left for school, left eggs, bacon, juice, note: “Thanks for last night. Best dad ever.”
Ate fast, drove to work—mind replaying her lips all day. Home at five—she ran, hugged me.
“You’re back!”
“Hey, sweetheart. Good day?”
“Amazing! Showed the girls—they were so jealous. Obsessed with your size. Thought my ‘innocent act’ was genius.”
I laughed. “Wow.”
“Dinner’s steak—thank-you meal.”
Set me up with steak and beer.
“They asked what it’s like sucking eleven inches, if I deepthroat regularly.”
“What’d you say?”
“Sometimes, but gag reflex plus the size—no surprise. Asked what getting fucked by it feels like.”
“Kids still talk sports?”
She rolled eyes. “Sex is the topic now. Said you leave me sore every night. They bought it.”
“Good enough. School okay?”
“Normal. You’re seriously the best dad.”
“How many let their daughter suck them off?”
“Almost none.” Giggle. “If you ever want another—just because—ask.”
“Whoa—no. Don’t.”
“Didn’t like it?” Pout.
“Loved it. But I’m your father. Don’t tempt me. Feel guilty enough.”
“Okay. Got it.”
Conversation ended. Life pretended normal. But her smile brought back those lips. Cleavage—those perfect tits. Panties—that hidden slit. I jerked off to the memory. Then it escalated.
