I don't know who it was that first took my innocent little girl and push his perverted cock into her pretty mouth, but I've much to thank him for. I'm not saying Claire was a virgin when she went to university on turning eighteen, but whatever her sexual status, she'd kept me well unaware of it. Of course, I was highly prejudiced in thinking her the most beautiful girl in the world and though as a father, I felt highly protective towards her, as a man, I couldn't help but be attracted to her youthful feminity. But I behaved as I should and let her go; go out on her own into a world of men who would be bound to look upon her with lustful eyes and wouldn't have the taboo of incest to restrain them.

Of course, her mother and I did our best to prepare for adulthood, but kids today have their own ideas about what that entails, don't they. Maybe they always have. All I know is that when Claire came home on a visit between terms, she was somehow different towards me. For a start, she seemed more aware of my presence. Whereas before, she largely took me being around for granted, now she seemed much more attentive. I'd sometimes catch her watching me as I did some innocuous thing or other. She watched me with Jenny, my wife, her mother. She seemed to be looking avidly for something in particular. Jenny didn't notice but I did and because I did, I started observing her with similar intensity.

It created a rather tense atmosphere between us that I now realise was sexual tension. I was examining her as a girl rather than as a caring father and she was studying me as a man. No doubt she was making comparisons between how dad was conducting himself and the conduct of the young studs her academic life had thrown her among. In that respect, I imagined I might be something of a sad disappointment to her and she'd quickly loose interest but this didn't prove to be the case.

One thing Claire and I have always been able to do with each other is talk, openly and honestly. Of course we never told eachother everything, but everything we did choose the share was the truth as we saw it. Therefore, although it came as a shock to me, I had to accept the truth of the matter when one night after Jenny had gone to bed, leaving Claire and I watching some music thing on TV, she said, "daddy, I think I've got an addiction."

Immediately, alarm bells were ringing in my head and heart. I hadn't noticed any signs of intoxication or withdrawal symptoms about her and I took encouragement from this. Maybe her addition was for something other than chemical. I kept my voice calm as I said, "would you like to tell me about it, darling?"

"Yes daddy, but I fear you'll be disgusted with me when I tell you."

"Oh Claire, I could never feel that way about my darling little girl. Whatever you tell me, I'll love you even more just because you've told me. So, what's the problem?

"Well, I don't know if it is a problem really. I mean, it might be perfectly natural in a girl of my age for all I know, but I don't know anyone at uni well enough to ask about it. You.......you know I'm attracted to boys, right?"

"I'm very pleased to hear it, though if you preferred girls, I can't say I'd be all that bothered."

"Well, I went for a drink with this guy and the evening ended up with him persuading me to give him a blow job. I thought it might be horrible but it wasn't. He was gentle and though his cock tasted strange, I quickly acquired a taste for him. He taught me how to keep my lips sealed around his shaft and use my tongue on him. In particular, with practice, he taught me how to relax my throat so I didn't gag whenever the tip of his cock touched it. I loved the way his whole body seemed to tremble as he ejaculated into my mouth. I felt every spurt, every pulse, every throb. He kept his penis in me till it began to wilt. I kept my lips sealed as he pulled out, so I was left with a mouthful of spermatozoa. It felt strange, potent, alive. I moved it around with my tongue till every part of my mouth was coated in it. I saw him looking at me in a curious way. It turns out he was waiting to see if I'd spit his man juice out or swallow it. I sensed he'd be disappointed if I spat and you know what a people pleaser I tend to be, so I swallowed. It burned my throat but only for a short time and as for the indescribable flavour, I loved it. I wanted more, but of course, he hadn't got any. At least, not then, but he had by the next day and I swallowed that too. That raised the question, does all sperm taste the same or does each guy have his own particular flavour? I've spent the last five weeks trying to find out but after gobbling dozens of boys, I still can't say for sure. What I do know for sure however is that I've become a compulsive cock worshipper. The feel, the smell, the taste, any size, any colour. There's just one variation I haven't tried yet: any age. I haven't tasted an older man; a mature man, a man say the same age as.......you?"

"You. ....y......you w...want to suck your your own father's cock?

"It's just another cock for me dad, or at least, I think it will be and judging by how everyone else I've ever sucked has reacted to the experience, I'm sure you'll enjoy it physically."

At this point, I noticed Claire was staring at my groin and realised that one of the reasons I was feeling slightly uncomfortable was that I was becoming sexually aroused by what my daughter was telling me and that her gorgeous soft dark eyes were widening as the bulge in my trousers became increasingly noticeable. Instinctively, I covered the tell-tale mound with my hand. Clare reached forward and pulled my hand away saying "don't be silly dad, it's only sex. Everybody does it. You do it, I do it. It's nice. It's exciting. Is it still exciting with mum or is just routine with you two now? Honestly dad, mums in bed and what she doesn't know about what's happening tonight isn't going to hurt her one jot. As for me, I'd consider it a real act of love if you let your little baby suck you off."

She clearly wasn't in the mood to accept a refusal as even as she was saying these words, she forcibly unzipped my fly. This was the moment for me to say a very definite "no!' Somehow, the word just didn't come out, but my penis did. It positively sprang to attention, much to Claire's delight. Pushing my knees apart, she knelt between them and went down on me. I felt her hot breath on my cock before anything else. The her mouth closed on me, her tongue became hyperactive and at first suck, her entire mouth caved in on my, cocooning me in hot, wet softness and the kind of stimulation no vagina could ever give. Claire made the sound of a suckling child as she devoured me. My hand naturally started to the back of her head, where my fingers became entangled in her fine raven black hair. This was always going to be a sprint rather than a marathon as the sensations Claire was giving me set my entire body tingling as if being licked with flames of ecstacy. Tension built up rapidly in my loins demanding immediate release and I let it have it's way by allowing myself to erupt into full orgasm.

What happens from this point on is a continuation of this story that I'll have to post some other time, because there's much much more to tell.