Skip to content This is part 2 of the Daddy’s Sex Lessons Series. For part 1 My Daughter’s First Blowjob Lesson
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A week passed with neither of us mentioning what happened.
Every time Emily and I crossed paths in the hallway or sat for dinner, I’d catch her glance lingering a second too long, a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth. My stomach would twist with guilt, but I couldn’t deny the tension between us. Whatever line we’d crossed that night had changed something fundamental.
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It was Friday evening when I heard the front door open. I glanced at my watch; it was 8:37 PM. Emily had mentioned going out with her college friends tonight, something about a study group that would probably turn into pizza and gossip.
“Hey, Em,” I called out, not looking up immediately. “How was your night?”
When she didn’t answer, I raised my head. She stood just inside the living room, dropping her backpack by the doorway. Her cheeks were flushed, and she kept shifting her weight from one foot to the other. She wore a cropped hoodie that showed a sliver of her stomach and high-waisted jeans that hugged her curves.
“Everything okay?” I asked, setting my phone down.
She nodded quickly then shrugged. “Yeah, it was fine.”
I patted the couch beside me. “Come sit. You look like you’ve got something on your mind.”
Emily paused then crossed the room and sank into the cushion next to me, though she left a careful gap between us. She tucked her legs underneath her and stared at her hands.
“Did something happen?” I asked, lowering the TV volume.
She shook her head. “No, not really. We just hung out at Becca’s apartment.” She picked at a loose thread on the couch. “Everyone was talking about… stuff.”
I waited, giving her space to continue.
“Sex stuff,” she finally said, her voice dropping. “Like, really detailed. Who’s hooking up with who, and what positions they like, and funny stories about… you know.” She gestured vaguely. “They were all sharing these experiences, laughing about it.”
“Ah,” I said, understanding dawning. “And that made you uncomfortable?”
She looked up at me, her blue eyes wide. “No, I mean, yes, but not because of the topic. It was because…” She swallowed hard. “I couldn’t join in. I just sat there nodding and laughing at their stories, pretending I understood everything they were talking about. But I don’t, not really.”
The vulnerability in her voice made my chest tighten.
“Everyone assumed I’d done it all before. But I haven’t… not the real thing.” She looked down again. “I felt so alone sitting there, Dad. Like I was the only one faking it.”
I reached out and placed my hand on her back, rubbing small circles between her shoulder blades. “Em, everyone develops at their own pace. There’s no timeline you have to follow.”
“That’s not it,” she said. “I’ve been thinking about… about what you taught me last week. How patient you were. How safe I felt.”
My hand stilled on her back. “Emily—“
“I kept thinking about it the whole time they were talking,” she continued, words tumbling out faster now. “And I realized I don’t want to feel left out anymore. I don’t want to be the only one who doesn’t know what it’s like.”
She shifted on the couch, turning to face me fully. “Daddy…” The word hung between us, soft and dangerous. “Can you teach me everything about sex? Please? I trust you more than anyone.”
“Emily, we can’t. What happened last week was… a mistake. I was trying to help you feel better, but we crossed a line we shouldn’t have.”
“But it helped so much,” she insisted, moving closer. “I’m not asking for a relationship or anything weird. Just one night and one lesson, so I don’t feel stupid anymore.”
“You’re not stupid,” I said firmly. “And you don’t need to rush this.”
“I’m not rushing,” she said. “I’m nineteen. Most girls my age have been having sex for years.”
I sighed, running a hand through my hair. “That doesn’t mean you have to.”
“Please,” she whispered, her eyes filling with tears. “I felt so alone tonight. So incomplete, like everyone else knows this secret I don’t.”
Her words hit me. I remembered what it was like at that age, feeling like an outsider, desperate to belong. And Emily had already lost so much with her mother gone.
“Come here,” I said, opening my arm.
She scooted closer, pressing against my side. I wrapped my arm around her shoulders and pulled her in tight, kissing the top of her head.
“I just want to understand,” she murmured against my chest. “Last night felt so good, but it wasn’t everything. I want to know what it all feels like.”
I closed my eyes, trying to find the right words, the strength to say no again. But her body was warm against mine, her breath soft on my neck. The basketball game droned on, forgotten.
She tilted her head up, her lips inches from mine. “Just one full lesson. No one’s home but us …. No one would ever know.”
My resistance crumbled under the weight of her need, her trust in me. The guilt remained, but something stronger pushed through: a desire to comfort her, to fill the emptiness she felt. I looked at her and saw not just my daughter, but a beautiful young woman asking for my help.
“Just one lesson,” I finally said. “One night.”
Her face lit up, eyes sparkling even as tears threatened to spill. “Really?”
I nodded slowly. “The house is empty. No one will know but us.”
She threw her arms around my neck, pressing her body against mine. “Thank you, Daddy,” she whispered, her lips brushing my ear. “I trust you so much.”
I gently pulled back, looking into her eyes. “If we’re going to do this, we need to do it right.”
Her breath caught. “What do we do first?”
“I’ll start off by making you wet,” I told her, my hands finding the hem of her cropped hoodie. “May I?”
She nodded, lifting her arms as I slowly pulled the fabric up and over her head. Beneath, she wore a simple pale blue bra that cupped her breasts. I reached behind her and unclasped it with steady fingers, letting the straps slide down her shoulders. Emily shivered as the cool air hit her skin, but she didn’t cover herself. Instead, she watched me with those wide blue eyes, waiting for guidance.
Her breasts were even more beautiful in the lamplight of the living room: full C-cups with a gentle, natural teardrop shape, the skin pale and creamy like the rest of her. Her nipples were a soft pink, already pebbled and tight from arousal and the slight chill. I cupped one gently, thumb brushing over the peak, and she let out a tiny gasp.
“Beautiful,” I murmured. “You have no idea how pretty you are, sweetheart.”
Next came her jeans. I unbuttoned them slowly, giving her every chance to stop me, but she lifted her hips to help as I tugged them down her long, shapely legs along with her panties. When the fabric pooled at her ankles and she kicked them away, Emily was completely naked for the first time in front of me like this.
She was stunning. Her body had that perfect young-woman softness, narrow waist flaring into rounded hips, a smooth, shaved mound with just the faintest landing strip of chestnut hair above her slit. Her legs were toned, thighs strong yet feminine. Between them, her pussy was already visibly wet, the outer lips puffy and flushed a delicate pink, her inner folds glistening with arousal that had started during our kissing. A thin string of her wetness connected her thighs when she shifted.
“Stand up for a second, baby,” I said gently, voice low. “Let Daddy see all of you.”
Emily rose on slightly shaky legs, turning slowly so I could take her in. Her ass was round and firm, the kind that filled out jeans perfectly, with a subtle heart shape. The curve of her lower back dipped before swelling into those hips. Freckles dusted her shoulders and the tops of her breasts, matching the ones across her nose. She looked vulnerable and incredibly sexy at the same time, my little girl all grown up, offering herself for this forbidden lesson.
“Come here,” I told her, guiding her to lie back on the wide couch. I positioned a pillow under her head and another under her hips to tilt her pelvis up. I knelt between her spread thighs, my hands gently parting her legs wider. Her pussy opened for me, slick and inviting, the scent of her arousal sweet and musky. I started slowly, kissing the inside of her thigh, then the other, working my way closer. When my breath ghosted over her heated center, she trembled.
“Relax, sweetheart,” I whispered.
I licked her with one long, flat stroke from the bottom of her slit all the way up to her clit. Emily’s hips jerked and a soft whimper escaped her. She tasted warm and slightly tangy, perfectly feminine. I did it again, slower, letting my tongue explore her folds, gathering her wetness.
“Good girl,” I praised against her skin. “You’re already so wet for Daddy. That’s exactly what makes this feel incredible.”
I circled her clit with the tip of my tongue, gentle at first, then firmer, sucking the small bud between my lips. Emily’s hands flew to my hair, fingers tightening as her breathing turned ragged.
“Oh… Daddy…” she moaned.
I slid one finger inside her tight channel while my mouth worked her clit, curling it upward to find that sensitive spot. She was incredibly snug, her walls fluttering around me. I alternated between long licks and focused sucking, occasionally dipping my tongue inside her to taste more of her juices. Spit and her arousal mixed, making everything sloppy and wet. The obscene sounds of my licking filled the quiet room, wet smacks and her growing moans.
I came off with a kiss. “Alright, now that you’re wet, it’s time for penetration.
I stood and stripped off my shirt and sweatpants, my cock hard and heavy. Emily’s eyes widened as she stared at it, still slick from her juices. I climbed onto the couch and settled between her spread legs in missionary position.
“Look down, sweetheart,” I said gently, gripping the base of my cock and rubbing the thick head up and down her soaked slit. “Watch how Daddy’s cock slides into you. This is important. See how wet you are? That’s what makes it feel so good.”
She propped herself up on her elbows, eyes fixed on the point where our bodies would join. I pressed forward slowly. The head of my cock nudged against her tight pussy, then began to sink in. Inch by inch, her pink lips stretched around my girth. Emily gasped sharply, her fingers digging into my arms.
“Breathe, baby. Relax your pussy for me. Let it open up.” I stayed perfectly still once the head was inside, letting her adjust to the stretch. “Good girl. You’re so tight and warm around Daddy.”
She let out a deep breath, nodding. “It feels… so full. Keep going.”
I pushed deeper, slow and steady, until I bottomed out with my hips pressed flush against hers. Her walls fluttered and clenched around every inch of me. I held still again, buried to the hilt, looking straight into her wide blue eyes.
“There we go. All the way inside you. How does that feel, Emily?”
“Full… really full,” she whispered, voice trembling with awe. “But really good.”
I started to fuck her, long, slow and deep thrusts, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in. Each stroke made wet, obscene sounds as her arousal coated us both. “Wrap your legs around my waist, sweetheart. Pull me deeper.”
She hooked her ankles behind my back, and the new angle let me grind against her clit with every thrust. Her moans grew louder, more desperate. I kept the pace deliberate, coaching her softly. “Squeeze me with your pussy when I pull back… yes, just like that. Perfect, you’re taking Daddy’s cock so beautifully.”
We stayed in missionary for several minutes, eyes locked, my forehead resting against hers as I taught her the flow of real lovemaking. Her hands roamed my back, nails lightly scratching as pleasure built.
After a while, I rolled us over so she was on top. “Now you’re going to learn how to ride, baby. Take control.”
Emily straddled my hips, her slick pussy hovering over my cock. I guided her down until she sank onto me again, a soft cry escaping her lips. Her hands braced on my chest as she adjusted to the new depth.
“Start by rolling your hips in little circles,” I instructed, my hands on her waist, helping her find the motion. “Grind that pretty clit against me. Feel how deep I am?”
She began to move, shy at first, then with growing confidence. Her full breasts bounced gently with each roll. I reached up and pinched her pink nipples, rolling them between my fingers while my other hand found her clit and rubbed slow circles.
“Look at you,” I groaned in praise. “Riding Daddy’s cock like such a good girl. Your tits look so pretty bouncing for me. Faster now, baby, bounce if you want.”
Emily grew bolder, lifting and dropping herself, her wetness dripping down my shaft. The wet slapping sounds filled the room as she found her rhythm, head thrown back, chestnut hair cascading over her shoulders. I kept stimulating her clit and nipples until her moans turned into whimpers.
“That’s it… just like that. You’re so fucking sexy riding me.”
I let her ride until her thighs started to shake, then flipped her onto her hands and knees for doggy style. “Arch your back, sweetheart. Push that pretty ass up for Daddy.”
She obeyed, lowering her chest to the couch and lifting her hips. I gripped her waist and slid back inside her in one smooth thrust. Deeper this way, I started fucking her with steady strokes, one hand reaching around to rub her clit.
“Push back onto me. Take it deeper.” I gave her ass a light, playful spank. She yelped but pushed back harder. I tangled my fingers gently in her hair and tugged just enough to make her look back at me over her shoulder.
“Tell Daddy whose pussy this is right now.”
“Yours,” she gasped. “It’s Daddy’s pussy.”
I rewarded her with harder thrusts, the sound of skin slapping skin growing louder. Her body jolted with each deep plunge, moans turning raw and needy.
After several intense minutes, I pulled out and flipped her back into missionary so I could see her face again. I hooked her legs over my shoulders and drove into her with controlled, deep strokes, edging her closer and closer.
I kept the angle perfect, grinding against her clit with every thrust until her whole body tensed. Emily came hard, shaking, loud moans echoing through the room, her pussy clamping down rhythmically around me as she clung to my shoulders, nails digging in. Her eyes rolled back, legs trembling violently.
Only when her orgasm started to fade did I let myself go. I buried myself as deep as possible and came hard inside her, thick spurts of cum flooding her tight channel. I sighed in relief. It was the best orgasm of my life, so forbidden yet so sweet. “Take every drop, sweetheart. Milk Daddy’s cock… that’s my good girl.”
She kept pulsing around me, drawing out every pulse of my release until I was spent. A little of my cum leaked out around my shaft as I stayed buried inside her.
We stayed locked together while our breathing slowed. I lowered her legs gently and pulled out. Her pussy gaped open before closing, and I collapsed beside her, pulling her into my arms. I stroked her damp chestnut hair, kissed her forehead, then her swollen lips.
“You were perfect, Emily. So beautiful and sexy. You never have to feel alone or inexperienced again. Daddy’s always here to teach you anything you need.”
She nuzzled into my chest, still glowing. “Thank you for teaching me, Daddy.”
I held her tighter, one hand tracing circles on her bare back. The house was quiet except for our slowing heartbeats. For tonight, that was enough, her warm, naked body curled trustingly against mine, the secret closeness wrapping around us both.
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