Remodeling our bathroom was the best idea I’d ever had.
The old tub we never used had been replaced by one big, open wetroom with a massive walk-in shower.
As the warm water cascaded over my body I took a big handful of liquid soap and started to languorously wank my cock, watching my reflection in the bathroom mirror.
At forty I was in the best shape of my life. Washboard abs, thick pecs, wide shoulders, and, rising proudly from the thick forest of my pubic bush, my cock, which seemed to get bigger every day. Not just longer but thicker, and my bulb fuller, its ridge more pronounced, standing out a full half inch from my stone-hard shaft.
Long, slow strokes from the root all along my heavily veined column and then all around that huge bellend, so swollen and so sensitive.
Faster now, more urgent as I felt my juices rising. Hard, rough pumps, my fist smacking into my belly at the bottom of each stroke, my balls coming to boiling point, and…
Suddenly the door burst open.
“Sorry, Daddy, couldn’t wait, forgot to clean my teeth, and I’m so fucking late for uni.”
“There’s such a thing as knocking, Ruby.”
Her eyes flicked down for just an instant. “Don’t mind me, you carry on,” she said it with a giggle.
She held my gaze in the mirror as the toothbrush whirred around her pretty mouth, her hand wrapped tightly round its shaft, just as mine was wrapped around my own. Then, in a whirl of knee socks and pigtails, she was gone, with nothing but a breezy, “See you later.”
Oh, fuck that little moment when she’d looked down at my cock; I could swear her eyes had widened.
A dozen frantic, final wanks and my orgasm exploded. Thick jets of semen splattering the shower’s glass partition.
*******
The following morning my dick was even harder, pulsing and bouncing without me even touching it as I took my morning shower. This time it was no surprise when the door opened and in she came once more, this time wearing just her g-string.
“Sorry Daddy, late again, and I’ve got to grab a shower. Is it ok if I quickly join you?”
Without waiting for an answer, she wriggled off her tiny knickers and came into the cubicle. With what almost seemed like modesty, she kept her back to me as she took the sponge and soaped her front.
“Does that happen every morning?”
Even though I knew exactly what she meant, I still found myself replying, “Does what happen, sugar?”
“Your penis. Does it get all big and hard like that?
Her question, asked with an air of innocence, made me even harder.
There was no reason not to explain it to her. She was eighteen now, an adult, and no doubt soon would find herself a boyfriend and have his dick to deal with.
“Yes, babe, most mornings. It’s not actually a sexual thing, it’s just that men’s hormones are at their highest levels after a good night’s sleep.”
“Oh, I see.” She passed the sponge back over her shoulder. “Could you wash my bottom please, Dad?”
I squeezed it over her upper back and watched the stream of soapy bubbles run down her spine and into the deep cleft between her buttocks. She really had been blessed with a perfect bubble butt.
“How do you make it go down?”
“Sorry, what, babe?”
“Your erect penis. You can’t walk around like that.”
“Oh right, yes, well, sometimes it goes down all on its own.”
“And the other times? Do you do what you were doing yesterday morning?”
I felt a blush rise to my cheeks, unseen by her, and my dick seemed to grow another inch in length and girth as I thought back to when she caught me wanking.
“Er, yes, sometimes, hunny, when my balls become too…”
“Sorry, Daddy,” she interrupted, “but get right in there, please. Don’t just brush my butt cheeks, you need to really clean between them.”
“Right, sorry, yes, of course. Let me polish that sweet peach.” I pushed the soapy sponge deep between her buttocks and scrubbed her crack and anus.
She yelped with startled pleasure. “Ah, fuck yeah, that’s it, Daddy, clean my little hole.”
Without warning she spun round, looked straight at me, then dropped her gaze to my throbbing pole.
“One good turn deserves another.” She squirted some shower gel onto her hands and slowly stroked along my massive length, all the way from root to tip.
“Daddy, what’s this bulge at the end?”
I pulled back the skin to reveal my swollen head. “It’s the tip of my penis, babe.”
“It’s very beautiful.” She ran her fingers over my engorged bellend and then suddenly released her grip, jumped out of the cubicle, and wrapped a towel around herself.
“You’re making me even later, you bad man.”
This time when she’d gone I resisted the urge to unload my swollen balls. Some instinct told me to keep them full of cum.
****
I was still working when she came home that evening, sitting on the sofa with my laptop actually on my lap. She grabbed it off me and took its place.
She wore her knee socks, a crop top, and a tiny miniskirt. As she straddled me, I felt the heat of her mound beneath her knickers as she nestled it onto the root of my cock, bare beneath my thin track trousers. She kissed me on the lips, and my heart filled with a golden glow. My hands moved onto her hips, underneath the little skirt, to feel the roundness of her plump butt cheeks and the string sides of her panties.
“What did you do at uni today, hun?”
“To be honest, Daddy, I couldn’t concentrate on lectures.”
“Oh?” I could feel a swelling starting at the root of me. “Why not?”
She looked down, uncharacteristically bashful.
“Daddy, did you enjoy sharing the shower this morning?”
I gently squeezed her fleshy hips. “Yes, I loved it, sugar. So nice to start the day together.”
“Yes, so lovely.” A little pause as she summoned up the courage to continue. “Daddy, you know your penis?”
“Er, yes, Ruby, I think I do.” She caught my eye, smiled, and playfully punched my shoulder.
“Well, could you teach me more about it, please?”
She shifted her weight slightly as she felt my growing hardness.
“Yes, of course, darling. What would you like to know?”
“Well, the end bit, that purple bulging tip. What’s that called, and what’s it for?”
I thought back to that morning and the way she’d softly run her fingers over my helmet, inquisitive and intrigued.
“Its anatomical name is the glans, but it is more often called things like ‘cockhead’ or ‘bellend’.”
She shrieked with delight. “Bell end, what the fuck? Can you make it go ding-dong?”
“Very funny.” I spanked her gently. “It’s not the sound; it’s the shape. The rounded end and then the flared-out base. Think about it.”
“Oh, I am Daddy, believe me, I am.”
She was grinding her mound against me now, my erection rising with unstoppable force.
“But it would be easier to explain if we could see it, don’t you think?”
She jumped off me to kneel between my legs and abruptly pulled my trousers down.
My cock sprang up against my belly, rock hard and at its full dimensions.
She shook her hair out of her eyes, and with a matter-of-fact expression on her face, she grasped my shaft and pulled it towards her so that it stood vertically upright.
I offered no encouragement; she moved at her own pace.
“I hadn’t realized they are so hard. It’s solid, like stone. Now I know why guys call it morning wood. Or a boner. And it’s so warm. Daddy, it seems to have a pulse. Is that normal?”
“Uh,” I could only manage a lust-laden grunt.
She slowly pulled down on the sheath of my skin to reveal my cockhead in all its glory.
“Oh my goodness. That’s incredible. And yes, I can see what you mean about the bell shape now. But the ridge doesn’t go all the way round.” She traced a finger round it. “It kind of stops and joins up here.” She touched the super-sensitive spot on its underside.
I just about summoned up the composure to speak. “Yes, babe, that’s called the frenulum. It’s a pleasure point, a little like your clitoris.”
Her hand drifted down to between her legs, no doubt to stroke the thing I’d mentioned.
“Daddy, why is your big bell bit so much wider than this bit?” she squeezed me. “The trunk, is it called?”
“The shaft, hun. That’s a good question; you’re such a clever girl. Two reasons, really. Firstly, it’s so that all the sensitive pleasure nerve endings in it rub against you when I move my penis in your vagina or your mouth.”
“In my mouth? So if I had your penis in my mouth, my tongue would tickle your pendulum?”
“Frenulum, baby, but yes, that’s right.”
The longest pause, and then I asked her, “Would you like to try that, Ruby? It would be our little secret.”
She looked up at me, scandalized but horny. “Big secret, Daddy. Very big.”
She pulled it down, against resistance, to point directly at her face.
And then she stuck her tongue out. At first I thought it was the way kids do it, just as a silly insult, but then she slowly leaned forward and licked that spot. At first a gentle flick, but then her whole tongue lapping at the underside of my cockhead, both hands gripping tightly on my shaft.
Without warning she stretched her lips wide and plunged her pretty mouth down over my bulb, her eyes wide with astonishment as it filled her mouth entirely.
She began to lollipop my cock, her lips bobbing back and forth over my huge coronal ridge, while all the while her tongue was swirling over me and her hands rotating on my column, itself now wet with drool that dribbled from her chin.
Just as I started to feel the seismic rumblings of the beginning of my orgasm, she suddenly lifted her head, releasing my dick with an obscene, wet pop.
“Daddy, I think I’ve got a better name than ‘bellend’. We shall call it your crown. A regal topping to your king-size cock. And you know you said there were two reasons why it’s wider than your shaft?”
“Uh-huh,” I grunted my agreement.
“I think I know the second one. It’s to make it such fun to suck.”
“Ha! That’s a good idea, babe, but it’s more technical than that. It’s to do with conception.”
“Oh?” She cocked her head and waited for the explanation.
“Did you notice that not only is it wider than my shaft, but it’s also slightly spongy? Not rock hard like this bit?” I tapped her hands, which were still wrapped round my veiny pole.
She grasped my wet bulb and squeezed it. “Oh yes! Is that so it’s more gentle when it goes into my cunt?”
Hearing her use that special word sent a jolt right from my balls to bellend.
The mouth on her, the little minx.
“Not exactly, sweetie, but you’re close. At the climax of a couple’s lovemaking, the man gets a primal urge to push his penis as deeply as possible into his partner’s pussy at the moment he ejaculates.
“If they are perfectly sexually compatible, then the woman will be having a deep vaginal orgasm, and her cervix will spasm and dilate, allowing this spongy bulb, the crown, to push inside it and shoot the sperm deeply into her uterus, and then the big ridge seals the entrance, not allowing any semen to escape until his erection finally subsides.”
My daughter’s eyes were wide as saucers, and her mouth had fallen open. She got up off her knees, quickly reached under her mini skirt, pulled down her little panties, and then came up to straddle me as I sat there on the sofa.
I feel her wetness and her heat as she positioned her pussy against my throbbing cock.
“Oh Daddy, that’s incredibly beautiful and so romantic.”
With her hands braced on the sofa’s back, she was slowly moving up and down, her slick wet labia stroking the full length of my shaft until I felt her clitoris brush against my frenulum and then slide all the way down to my balls.
“I want to try that too, please, Daddy.”
Before I could reply, she’d reached between her legs, encircled my shaft, and positioned my bellend at her entrance.
There was a little pause, fleeting but momentous, while she looked deep into my eyes before she sank down and enveloped my purple bulb with her virgin teenage cunt.
“Ahhh”
“Oh, fuck.”
We both cried out; for me it was the tight, wet heat, and for her it was my size.
She took a moment to get used to it and then started to slowly move her hips.
I clasped her buttocks in my hands and gently guided her as she started to ride me, up and down, taking a little more of me each time, her head back, eyes tight shut, and her mouth wide open in a silent scream.
She briefly took one hand off the sofa and tore off her crop top so that her perfect tits were right there in my face. Eagerly I took a nipple in my mouth and gently nibbled on her erect, fleshy bullet.
“Bite me, Daddy. Oh, fuck yes.” She was bouncing on me now, taking every inch from the ridge around my cockhead, then sinking down until her sodden pussy bottomed out on my thick jungle bush and all nine inches were buried in her molten hole.
My grip upon her ass had tightened, and she rode me like a brazen slut, crying out in ecstasy as she took all of my length and girth, her big tits bouncing in my face and her cries becoming ragged and high-pitched, like howling, bestial wails.
“Oh Daddy, what the fuck? Something’s happening in my cunt.”
Knowing she was approaching her first-ever vaginal orgasm, I released the floodgates of my own tidal eruption and felt the sudden flow of semen gushing up my big blue vein.
I took a firm hold on her peachy ass, lifted her up, and then slammed her down in a rapid, relentless rhythm.
“Yes, baby, cum for Daddy. I’m going to fill you with my seed.”
Her whole body was shaken by violent spasms as the waves of rapture overwhelmed her, and then she went quite rigid, braced to be inseminated as my final primal thrust pushed my spongy crown deep into her cervical opening and my first jet of sperm shot powerfully into the caverns of her womanhood, followed by two, three, four, a dozen more, coating every inch of her with a potent layer of my life-giving juice until finally the flood abated when my penis, still rock hard and pulsing, had fully discharged its liquid cargo.
1 year later
No one gave us a second glance as we pushed the pram around the mall. Just another teenage pregnancy, but at least this lucky girl had a supportive father who’d stood by her.
