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“Why not? Because it's another thing fathers and daughters don't do?” she asked.

“YES!”

“Well, I want to try it,” Jamie stated.

“NO! We can't!”

“Daaaaadd!” she whined. “You said you would teach me all this stuff!”

“I said I would explain it. I said I would answer your questions.”

“I want to learn. I want to understand how it's done. You can explain all you like, but I'll never really understand until I do it and it's done to me.”

“I know, honey, but, ....”

“Do you want me to look dumb in front of my friends?”

“No,” I said, “but I can't … we can't ....”

“Should I ask some guy I know to teach me? Maybe Brian or Paul?”

“NO!” I almost shouted.

“Well, then?”

“Jamie, honey, look, we just can't do that with each other. Now, please, go put some clothes on.”

“Dad, I want you to teach me. I want you to lick my pussy and I want to learn how to give you a blowjob,” she said in her no-nonsense voice.

Fuck me dead. Obviously, this was something we simply should NOT do, but who was I k**ding? I wanted it so much I could barely stand it.

“Jamie, we can only do this once, understand? And you can never tell anybody. Not anybody!”

“I promise. I know sex is private.”

“Sex is private. This is i****t. I could go to jail if anyone found out, and we wouldn't be able to see each other,” I said.

“I love you, Dad. I would never let that happen. I'll never tell anyone, I swear,” she said.

“Let's go to my room,” I said huskily.

Jamie wrapped her wet hair in a towel turban and practically skipped out of the bathroom. Her ass was a work of art.

She was lying on her back in the middle of my bed, practicing her new-found masturbation skills, when I caught up to her. “Lick me,” she said.

Somehow, I kept my composure long enough to say, “There's more to it than that, honey.”

“What do you mean?”

As I lay down next to her and pulled her into my arms, I said, “I'll show you.”

I kissed her, gently, much warmer than a father's kiss should be (especially since we were naked), but not the hot passionate kiss that you share with a woman just before, or during, actual intercourse.

“Sex is supposed to be a sharing of pleasure,” I said.. “Everything I've done to you today was because of how much I love you. I've tried to give you pleasant sensations, and you've certainly given pleasure to me. Now I hope you enjoy this. I want you to understand that I'm doing this because I love you.”

“I know,” she said, “I love you too.” Placing her hand possessively on my penis, she said, “And I love what you've been teaching me.”

“Sweetheart, you know we can never talk about this to anyone. We probably shouldn't even talk about it to each other after this. This is one lesson and done, all right?”