My fifteen-year-old daughter, Samantha, came into my office. She looked a little sheepish so I didn’t know what was up. I asked her what was eating at her.
She said, “Dad I need you to do something for me. It’s kind of embarrassing.”
I said, “Hey Sam, anything for you.”
After some hesitation she finally blurted out. “Dad, I can’t get the NuvaRing out. I need you to help me.”
I was shocked as that little tidbit sunk in. You see I found out that she had been sexually active and not wanting to be a 42 year old grandfather, I had taken her to our doctor to get her on birth control. The doctor thought the NuvaRing would be her best option, since she wasn’t very good at taking pills every day. She would just have to insert it in her vagina and fit the ring around her cervix. She was supposed to put it in right after her period ended each month and then remove it three weeks later. The doctor told my daughter that she may have a little difficulty getting it out, but it shouldn’t be too bad. Sam told me she had tried for an hour to get the darn thing out. At times like this I wished that her mother was still with us. She had died in an accident with a big rig on the way home from work five years earlier. It’s not like I haven’t seen Sam nude, but this was different. She would be spread eagle and I’d be digging around her cervix trying to pull out the ring.
I said, “Oh gosh, babe, I don’t know if I can do that.”
“I know dad, but I just don’t know what else to do. The doctor said she could help me remove it, but they’ve already gone home and won’t be in until Monday.”
I sat and thought about it for a minute. If I just went in there quickly and pulled it out, well, it would be awkward, but really we have a great relationship and it would be over in a few minutes. The downside is that I really haven’t dated much since my wife died and I’m a very healthy 42, and I didn’t know how I would react to seeing Sam in that position. I quickly dismissed those thoughts and tried to put myself in a “clinical” mode.
I told her, “OK, babe. I know it’s going to be awkward, but the quicker we get it over with the better.”
I followed her down the hall to her room. She pulled her shorts off and laid on the bed with her knees pulled up and her legs spread. I immediately found myself getting aroused at the sight of a gorgeous teen spreading her shaved pussy right in front of me. I shook my head and quickly got a grip on myself. I mean this was my daughter, after all.
She asked, “Dad, you OK?”
“Yeah, babe it’s just that…well, you’ve really grown up.”
I kneeled by the bed and positioned myself in front of her and asked, “OK, Hon, you ready for this?”
“Yeah Dad, go ahead. Let’s get this over with. This is so embarrassing.”
“Yeah, you’re not kidding.”
I stuck my index finger up inside her. I immediately noticed the moisture and the heat inside her. Her pussy contracted a little when I inserted my finger and almost seemed to grab my finger and pull it in. I kept sticking my finger in deeper. When my finger was entirely inserted, I finally touched her cervix and I could feel the rubber ring around it. I pushed a little deeper to get a finger hooked underneath it. I heard Sam grunt.
“I’m sorry Hon, am I hurting you?” I asked.
“No, Dad. Just hurry up, please.”
I got my finger hooked underneath the ring and started pulling it out. She groaned again and this time she had a fairly strong contraction and the ring popped right off my finger tip. I pulled my finger out and looked at her.
She looked up at me, looking a little flushed and asked, “Well, did you get it out?”
“Sorry babe. It slipped off my finger because…well, you had a contraction.”
She said, “Aw sorry, Dad. I couldn’t help it, but I don’t know how much more I can take.”
“Surely it doesn’t hurt that much.”
“Well, no it’s just that…well, never mind. Just get it out, already!”
“OK, Hon, I’m going to try again. It really is hard to get to.”
I inserted my finger again until it was all the way in and my knuckle was pressed right up against her labia. This time her pussy was completely, dripping wet.
I thought, “My God, she’s getting turned on.”
She groaned, “Uh…hurry will you.”
I said, “I’m sorry this is hurting. I’m doing my best.”
I again hooked my finger under the ring and started pulling it towards me. This time I’d hooked my finger a little more to make sure I could keep hold of it.
She said in almost a whisper, “Uh…Dad…you really need to get it out. I’m about to…”
She was cut off in mid-sentence as she arched her back up, her pussy started convulsing like crazy, and her legs twitched with each convulsion.
She just let out a long, “Ooooooh Nnnnnh, Oh God!” That ended in high pitched little squeak.
I quickly pulled the ring out the rest of the way and when I did her juices gushed out all over her sheets. I was sitting there watching her breathing hard and trembling, as it sunk in that I’d just given her an orgasm!
She looked at me and said, “Oh my God, Dad. I’m so sor…” and then her sentence ended with what sounded like a sob.
I just froze there for a few seconds while I tried to process what happened.
I said, “Aw, Hon, it wasn’t your fault. Please don’t cry. I should have gotten it out the first time.”
She groaned, “I’m so mortified.”
I said, “Well, Hon, don’t be. Your body just reacted and you couldn’t help it. It’s no big deal.”
“Thanks, Dad, you’re the best.”
I stood up to discard the ring. That’s when I realized that I had a rock hard erection that was tenting out my shorts. It was my turn to be mortified. I quickly turned to leave the room, but I saw Sam staring at my crotch. I excused myself discarded the ring, and headed to my bathroom to jump in a cold shower. I just could not believe that I had given her an orgasm, and I particularly couldn’t believe my reaction to it.
I kept thinking to myself, “God, George, what kind of pervert are you? Get a grip!”
I jumped in the shower and turned it full cold. When I got under the spray, I gasped at the sudden shock of the cold water, but still my cock was hard as a rock. I realized that I was going to have to take care of myself, so I grabbed a little conditioner and started stroking. In less than a minute I was blasting jet after jet of semen onto the glass shower door. The orgasm was so powerful, that my legs went weak and I had to lean against the shower wall. As I started to recover, I opened my eyes and saw movement in the mirror out of the corner of my eye. I turned towards the door to my room, but there was nothing there. I heaved a sigh of relief. If I hadn’t already scarred my daughter by accidentally giving her an orgasm, then her watching me squirt a large load of cum across the shower door would surely be enough material for a lifetime of therapy.
Once I was out of the shower I laid in bed and thought of Teri, Sam’s mom. She was the love of my life. She always had a quick smile for anybody and a little impish grin that drove me nuts. I’d known her for 18 years before she was taken from me in the car accident. I missed Teri so much. I’d tried to date a few times, but nobody could compare to her in any way. Especially in bed. We were so compatible that we had sex five times a week even after 12 years of marriage. When she was pregnant with Samantha, she simply couldn’t get enough sex. After she died I tried keeping myself occupied by working out, doing Yoga, and practicing various martial arts. It kept me in top physical shape and kept me from completely falling apart, but it sure didn’t replace Teri and the intimacy that we shared. I remember the first time we got together. We’d dated for several months and we were fooling around. I got my hands down her pants and hooked my index finger into her very wet pussy while I massaged her clit with my thumb. She shuddered to orgasm in less than a minute! We ended up having amazing sex that night. I came at least 4 times and I lost track of how many orgasms Teri had. It turned out that Teri had an extra sensitive G-spot and clit. I reflected on how Sam must have inherited that from her mom.
After a while I figured that I’d spent enough time feeling sorry for myself, so I put on some sweats, and headed to the kitchen to make some dinner for Sam and me. When I turned the corner into the kitchen, the sight before me took my breath away. Sam was bending over looking for a pan under the sink. She had on a t-shirt and a pair of tight little, form-fitting, boy short lace panties. The panties showed most of her ass and I could clearly see the outlines of her puffy little pussy lips. Even though I’d just seen her naked pussy just a little while before, the scene before me was one of the most erotic sights I’d ever seen.
“Get a hold of yourself, George! That’s your daughter.” I thought to myself.
As Sam started to stand up, I tore my eyes away from the mesmerizing sight before me. She turned and gave me a big smile.
She said, “I decided to make us something special tonight.”
“Really? Do tell.”
“Well I’m making some chicken parmesan with angel hair and garlic bread.” She said.
An hour later she called me for dinner. For the second time that day, she took away my breath. She had prepared a beautiful meal with a full place setting. She had two candles on the table. But that’s not what took away my breath. She had her hair curled and coifed, and she was wearing her mom’s long blue formal dress. She had done amazing job with her make up. She was the spitting image of her mother. I was speechless.
Sam’s smile faded and she asked, “Dad, are you OK? I hope you don’t mind that I put on mom’s dress.”
I said, “Oh my God, Hon, of course I’m not upset with you. You look stunning! God, you look so much like your mother. So what’s the occasion?”
She said, “Well, you’ve done everything for me and you’ve always been there for me. You’re the best father any girl could ever hope to have. Daddy, I love you so much. This is my way of saying thank you.”
With that, she walked around the table and gave me a hug from behind. The emotions hit me so hard that I felt tears welling up in my eyes.
I said, “Aw, Hon, you are my life. And you are the best daughter any father could ever hope to have.”
I looked back up at her and saw that she also had tears in her eyes. We realized that we were both about to have a full blown melt-down and…we started laughing. Soon we were laughing so hard we couldn’t breathe. After we got ourselves under control, Sam came around, sat in my lap, wrapped her arms around my neck like she used to when she was a little girl. It felt so good to have her close to me. The only problem was, she wasn’t a little girl anymore and just a couple of hours before I’d been staring at her pussy and even watched her cum. That’s when it happened…I started to get hard. I almost panicked. What the hell was this new thing about getting turned on around Sam?
I said, “Well, Hon, we better eat before the food gets cold.”
“Yeah, and I better get up before I break that thing.” Then she gave me a wink. I must have turned bright red.
She laughed and said, “Gosh, dad, don’t worry about it. Your body just reacted and you couldn’t help it. It’s no big deal. Isn’t that what you told me?” She winked again. “Anyhow, I know guys get hard at the drop of a pin.”
“Well, 42 years old don’t.”, I said. “And certainly not over their daughters.” I thought.
She said, “Come on dad. You’re in better shape that most 20 year olds.”
That may be true, but still it bothered me that I had gotten two erections and even masturbated because of Sam in the last 2 hours.
It turned out to be a great meal and a nice evening spent with Sam. After dinner we watched a couple of movies in our little home theater. The whole time my mind kept drifting to the events of the day. I realized that something had changed…and even though neither of us had intended for it to happen, a line was crossed that couldn’t be uncrossed.
To Be Continued…
