never really liked her very much, but I hated to lose a good piece of ass.
I met my wife Rosa through some mutual friends. She was shy, like me, a couple of years younger than my thirty-four, and had never married either. We got along pretty well right from the start. She was quiet, like me, and not very demanding. We had sex-you know, the regular kind-a few times, after which she'd always sniffle and tell me how much she loved me. I began to think of getting married and settling down. I'd read marriage manuals that told that oral sex was perfectly normal, so I figured instead of pushing my luck before we got hitched, I'd wait until afterward and that it would be a natural thing for her to do to me. Besides, I was pretty bashful around her, and afraid that if I brought up a subject like that, she might get embarrassed and not do anything at all.
Anyway, we got married-but the oral sex didn't just naturally come about as I expected it to do. After awhile, I finally got around to asking her to do it to me-and she refused. She said that was where I urinated, and she wasn't going to put her mouth on that, that she'd get germs, and that I was a beast to even mention it to her. I showed her the marriage manuals, but it didn't do any good. She said it might be okay for some people, but not her.
So I had to be satisfied with doing it the regular way. But I kept remembering how good it had been when a girl went down on me, when her tongue reached out and licked' the top of my cock and along the side; when her lips nibbled all up and down the side; and when her mouth took all of me and I shot off big and strong.
Our sex life really wasn't so hot. We kept arguing all the time, not over sex particularly, but over the slightest thing. I never even bothered to mention the oral thing, because I knew that would really start off a whopping big argument. A couple of times when Rosa' was asleep in bed with me, her mouth was open in a snore, and I wondered what would happen if I just eased up there with my dick in. my hand and stuffed it into her mouth. Maybe I could sit on her chest, with my knees on her shoulders to hold her down, so she'd have to suck on It whether she wanted to or not. I always got hard just thinking about it, but I never attempted it because I knew there'd be hell to pay afterward.
Then Rosa got pregnant with our little girl, Liz. After the child was born, we couldn't have any sex for awhile, until the stitches healed up, so I decided to go to a call girl. It was a number one of the guys in the engineering department gave me, and he said she was a real doll who would do anything and everything. I think it was that last statement that started me reminiscing about the good things in life I'd been missing.
So I called her up and made an appointment and went over for a visit. She was quite pretty, with a good figure. She asked me if I wanted anything special, and I asked her what she did. It was my first time with a pro, and I was a little bit nervous. She had a nice apartment, and we sat and had a couple of drinks, while she ran down the list of things she did. You can imagine what particular thing I picked out, I guess. I wanted to have that gorgeous red-lipped mouth kiss me all over my dick and to open up and take me inside.
Which is exactly what happened. I almost went out of my mind, it was so great. I'd nearly forgotten how good it was that way; and I decided I'd go to a pro at least once a week to have it done to me.
It was a good plan, except with a new baby our bills were mounting up. Then Rosa had some female complications afterward, which cost some more money. I just couldn't afford to go, or if I did, I felt guilty. What I resented most was that I either had to go without or had to pay for it, when I had a wife who was supposed to do it to me.
I was frustrated, annoyed, and angry with her. I certainly hoped our little girl Liz wouldn't grow up to be so selfish and narrow-minded. It was about Liz that I got this idea, you see. She was seven months old when I thought of it. It happened while Rosa was out someplace or other and I was babysitting at home. Liz was crying, for her bottle, I guess, and I had it heating while I went in to look at her in the crib. She was a cute kid, all right. When I looked at her, she stopped crying and started making sucking motions with her lips.
I remember laughing and thinking how nice it would be if I could teach her mother to make motions like that-but not with a bottle nipple in her mouth. And that's when I got this crazy idea. If the mother wouldn't give me a little harmless pleasure, why not the daughter?
I guess I must've talked myself into and out of it a half dozen times. Then I figured, what the hell, what would be the harm of it. Liz was too young to know what was happening. She wouldn't remember anything that I did to her, and she was sure as hell too young to tell anybody about it. The idea of having a young innocent sucking on me was pretty exciting, but I didn't feel quite right about it just the same, even though I knew there wasn't really anything bad that could come of it. After all, she was my daughter, and I remembered from some college courses that in some cultures around the world a father was expected to have sexual relations with his daughter.
It was certainly better, I rationalized, than either of us going to strangers.
Like I said before, just the idea of someone sucking my prick gets me very excited and by the time I'd made up my mind about Liz I had a good stiff one, which made me all the more determined. I knew that Rosa wouldn't be back home for another hour, so I had plenty of time.
So I took the kid out of her crib and put her on our bed where there'd be more room. She kept crying and making those sucking motions with her mouth and reaching out to get the bottle from me. I realized it was time to strike while the dick was hot, so I unzipped, took.it out and got on the bed, leaning over her, so it dangled right over her face.
Maybe she thought it was a new kind of bottle or more likely a teething toy, because she reached out and grabbed the flesh with both hands and pulled it down to her mouth. She could only get the tip of it in her mouth, but she was filled with enthusiasm and kept moving her lips in that familiar suction movement. It wasn't only that she was sucking on it, but I think it was also that here I was doing something I'd never heard anybody doing before having a baby do it to me-and I guess that made me all the more excited. I nearly had an orgasm right then and there.
But I backed off instead and rested a moment. Liz started yelling for her new-found toy again. I guess she was enjoying what she was doing, and I knew sure as hell I was. You know that old saying about a stiff dick not having any conscience. Well, right then and there I wasn't worrying about whether this was right or wrong. I only knew it felt good and I was going to do it again.
So I moved right back into position again, with the same results. Except this time, I didn't back off. I stayed right in there, except just as I came, I turned my dick so it wouldn't spurt into her mouth. I guess it must have scared her, because she started crying even more. I got nervous then, because I figured with the kind of luck I had, Rosa would be outside parking the car at that instant and hear the kid yelling and come rushing in to find my stuff all over Liz's face. I got out some Kleenex and wiped her up so well I was sure my wife wouldn't suspect anything had happened.
Rosa didn't. I was giving Liz a bottle when she came home. I knew that it had been fun and I'd gotten away with it completely. I felt guilty and ashamed about it, even though I tried to convince myself that there was no reason to be concerned over a little simple fun that wouldn't do any harm to anybody. After all, I reasoned, the only reason I did it, is because Rosa wouldn't do it to me, like she was supposed to.
Besides, I told myself, it was just an experiment, and I didn't have to do it again.' At this point, the subject smiled wanly and said, 'At least, I thought I didn't have to do it again.
But I kept thinking about how great it was. And there it was, ready, willing and available to me. It was sure better than going to a prostitute. This, at least, was keeping it in the family.
Anyway, I couldn't resist doing it again, one time when my wife was out shopping. It was funny, the way I'd gotten to suggesting she-my wife, that is-get out more often. You know, go out to a movie or shopping or to the beauty parlor while I stayed home and babysat. Rosa was actually pleased that I was taking such an interest in our child. Of course I didn't tell her what kind of an interest I was taking, though I came close by saying that Liz and I had a lot of fun together.
I suppose it was inevitable that I should get discovered. One afternoon, Rosa came home earlier than expected, while I was so busy letting Liz nibble on my dick I didn't hear her. It wasn't until I heard a shocked gasp from the bedroom doorway that I
realized the child and I weren't alone. I looked up and was as startled as she was. I was pretty close to having an orgasm, and the sight of Rosa standing there with a shocked, white face made me lose all control and let go.
I spurted right into Liz's mouth this time, and she started choking and gagging. Rosa came rushing up to take care of her while I backed away, zipping up my pants and wondering how in hell} was going to explain this away. There was obviously no way I could. Rosa came at me with venom in her eyes. She said I was a filthy, perverted animal, doing something like that to an innocent child, and, I should be locked up in prison or an insane
