Blame It on Cabo

By Stevesaint

 

Used with permission of the author’s estate

©2007 STEVESAINT

 

(Mg, inc)

 

I

 

“What am I getting myself into?”

 

No one was there to hear my question, let alone answer it.  I was sitting in my home office, staring at the computer monitor.  I’d been surfing for information about my old favorite spring break haunt, Cabo San Lucas, at the tip of the Baja peninsula.  Of course it’s been ages since I cavorted on its beaches (and in its bars!)  Since my wife ran away with a minor league ballplayer years ago, I’ve been a single parent bringing up our daughter.  I haven’t had any complaints; she’s a fantastic girl and I love her tremendously.  At 12, Tina was everything a father could want in a daughter—and I was savoring these times before the teenage hormones kicked in!  She’d been so good lately and doing so well in school that I promised her a special vacation this year, thus thoughts of Cabo San Lucas.  I had no qualms of taking a 12-year-old to Cabo; that was until she asked me if her best friend Donna could go with us.  Maybe I could handle one 12-year-old, but two?

 

“But, Dad, her parents will pay her way...and besides, she likes you a lot,” was Tina’s smiling plea when I questioned taking Donna along.

 

I didn’t know what liking me had to do with anything, but I relented.  I know—what a softie.  I did agree that Donna seemed rather fond of me, and didn’t treat me like the plague as most kids her age treated their friends’ parents.  I spoke with Donna’s mom and assured her that I would take good care of her girl.  She seemed okay with her going with us (which translated to: she thought I was ‘safe’) so the planning began in earnest.

 

I

 

“Tell me about the rabbits, George.”  I teased Tina, using my favorite line from Steinbeck’s “Of Mice and Men.”

 

“Yeah, yeah,” she answered with a sigh.  “I know...I keep asking you about Cabo, but you’ve been there, Dad, and the computer makes it look so nice and all...”

 

That’s how it’s been for weeks now.  As we packed for the trip, she kept hounding me about the weather (“What will I wear?”), the beaches (“Will all the women have thongs on?”), and the people (“Will there be lots of boys?”)  Thongs, and boys—shit! 

 

While in one of my more expansive (and stupid) moments, I told her about a topless beach I remembered from my college days.  “Can Donna and I go topless?” was the predictable question.  “No” was my predictable answer.  I confess the thought crossed my mind of seeing these two budding beauties exposing their little bumps to the world.  Better get that thought out of my mind, I chided myself. 

 

They were a couple of cuties, I admit.  Donna had wavy, dark brown shoulder-length hair, matched by dark eyebrows that added to the mysterious allure of her round young face.  The sultry aura was broken however when she smiled, showing her shiny braces.  She seldom smiled though, probably from shyness about her metal-mouth rather than any general unhappiness.  At least that was my theory.  In contrast, my Tina had long, natural blonde hair with light skin and long skinny legs.  She was always smiling—and giggling at everything.  Yes, she took after my ex, so I knew she’d be beautiful and quite sexy someday soon, filling out and leaving her preteen awkwardness behind.

 

I took Tina and Donna shopping the week before we left so they could buy new bathing suits.  The father in me cringed when I saw what passed for girls’ bikinis nowadays.  I eventually failed in dissuading my daughter from buying the skimpy little black number she wanted so badly.  I admitted to myself, it did go well with her blonde hair and fair skin.  I didn’t get to see which suit Donna picked out, but I felt that wasn’t my problem.  If her parents objected, they’d be the ones to make her return it, not me.

 

At dinner that evening, Tina let slip something that should have warned me.  “Donna told me she wanted you to come into the dressing room to see the bikini she tried on.”  She laughed.  “I told her she was silly ’cause they don’t let men into the ladies’ dressing rooms.”  Another small tittering laugh escaped her lips.  “She said she wanted to be sure you liked that one ’cause it’s the one she was gonna buy.”

 

“And what did you say?”

 

“I said of course he’d like it. He’s a man, isn’t he, and men like to see girls’ bodies, don’t they?”

 

“And how much of her, ahem, body does her new bikini show, anyway?”

 

She laughed again, covering her mouth with her hand before cryptically answering, “You’ll see, Dad...you’ll see.

 

Like I said, I wondered just what I got myself into.

 

I

 

Our flight down was uneventful; that is, if having to listen to two chattering and giggling girls while captive in an airline seat for a few hours can be considered uneventful.  When we arrived, the weather was beautiful and I was already upbeat about coming here.  Rather than hotel rooms, I rented a condo for the week.  On the road to Todos Santos, the place had been part of a dreamed time-share resort that evidently didn’t materialize as the developers had wished.  Units were being rented out separately now, and I scooped up one two-bedroom unit.  The condo was very nicely furnished and the girls were ecstatic about it, particularly their bedroom that was adjacent to the big Jacuzzi-equipped bathroom.

 

“Let’s go eat and then we’ll check out the beach,” was the girls’ rallying cry soon after we checked in and unpacked a few of our things.  Tina and Donna put on their new suits and threw sweat pants and t-shirts over them.  I had a pair of swim trunks under my jeans.  Off we went.

 

Our late lunch was at a great little hole-in-the-wall restaurant that was as authentically Mexican as we’re likely to find.  This place was not around when I was in Cabo in my younger days.  I noticed much has changed, except the atmosphere.

 

Back in the rental car, Tina was quick in asking about the topless beach.  “Can you find it, Dad?  Can we go...please?”

 

I explained that the Mexicans frowned on public nudity, but that the authorities tended to look the other way on some beaches, as long as the bathers behaved and kept themselves to only those areas.  I was sure I could find it, and I did.  I made the girls promise they would behave.  I parked at the road’s edge and we hiked across some brush-filled dunes before getting to the secluded beach.  It was as windy as it usually gets on the western side of the Baja, but not that bad overall.

 

Tina and Donna were agog as they surveyed the beach crowd.  They had good reason, for this beach seemed to be not only topless but a full nude beach now.  Yes, there were women and a few teen girls who still had their bottoms on, but almost all of the men and boys were completely naked.

 

“Oh” was all Donna could say as she looked around at the display of exposed flesh.

 

Tina looked at me and asked, “Dad, are we gonna stay? ...I mean...they’re all naked.”

 

I drove here didn’t I?  I saw no reason to change my mind now.  Let the girls’ worldly education begin, I thought.  “Why not?  Let’s spread our beach blankets and get some sun.”  They looked at me expectantly.  “If you want to take your tops off, it’s okay with me...you two are old enough to make your own decision on that issue.”

 

Remember, I had yet to see Donna’s bikini, so I was shocked by it when she slipped out of her sweats.  Damn, the thing was no more than a few triangles connected by thin strings.  Mind you, both girls weren’t that developed yet, but still...

 

The decision was made.  They giggled and looked at each other, and through some sort of pre-adolescent telepathy, both slipped their tops off at the same time.  You have to understand, this was the first time since she was a little girl that I saw my daughter’s chest.  She had little cones, topped by small pink areolas and taut little nipples.  Donna on the other hand had rounder ones with darker, more pronounced areolas.  Stop staring, you idiot.

 

While I settled onto the blanket; they scurried off toward the water.  As spilled honey would draw insects, they drew the boys.  Tina and Donna looked to be the youngest girls on the beach, and thus a novelty to be examined closely.  The boys looked to be between 15 and 18 and all were nude.  I could see the girls sneak glances at the boys’ equipment as they chatted and played at the edge of the surf.  I actually saw two of the younger ones get erections.  I chuckled, realizing I was semi-hard too.  I’d also been stealing glances.  I ogled one topless goddess who was wading in the surf, her tits round and firm and her turquoise thong just barely covering what it was meant to cover.  I looked after three nude young ladies frolicking in the water and thought how sexy they all looked.  My hard-on stretched my bathing suit.  I though: how many times would I have to jack off this week?

 

When my attention was drawn back to the girls, they were walking back toward me.  Jesus!  Both were flushed and slightly out of breath, their nipples stiff and now darker colored than before.  They may not have understood what was happening to them, but I knew they’d been aroused by the attention of the naked boys.

 

I heard Tina whisper to Donna as they got closer, “Did you see his stiffy?”  Both chirruped in laughter.

 

“It’s a penis, girls,” I said.

 

Both blushed, obviously not realizing I overheard them.  Tina sat on her blanket and said, “I know, Dad, but did you see them?  They were...they were...”

 

“Yes, I saw them.  Some of the boys had erections.  You know, we talked about sex and how attraction works.  Those boys were attracted to you two, and their bodies responded in kind.”

 

I was surprised by the slight gasp that escaped Donna’s lips, so I turned to look at her.  She was even more flushed than before.  Her eyes were boring holes into me.  “Mr. Scott...I don’t know anything about sex and that stuff...I mean, nobody ever talks to me about it...like that.”

 

“First off, call me Ron, okay?  Second, I’m sure your parents will explain it all to you soon.  Have you had your first period?”

 

She blushed a bright crimson and turned her face away.  “Y...Yes...I have, Mr. Scott, I mean, Ron.”

 

Tina whacked me on the arm and said, “C’mon Dad, stop it, you’re embarrassing her.  Besides, why don’t you explain it to her like you did to me?  Her parents are, like too strict to tell her anything about sex.”

 

“Well, I really think it’s their job, not mine.”  I glanced from Donna back to Tina.  “Okay, you want to know about sexual attraction?  When you girls came back here I saw how pink your skin looked and how hard you were breathing.  That’s how I knew you were aroused by the sight of the boys just like they were aroused into an erection by the sight of your cute little bodies.”

 

My daughter looked stricken by my observation.  “Oh Dad, how can you say we have ‘cute bodies’?  Our boobs aren’t big at all.”

 

I looked back at Donna, and she had that ‘look’ on her face like before, staring through me more than at me.  My eyes drifted to her exposed breasts.  “Both of you are a lot more desirable to boys than you think.”  She saw where I was looking.

 

Tina figured she better change the subject.  “How come you haven’t taken off your shorts, Dad?  All the other men are naked.”

 

“I guess that’s a fair question,” I answered.  “You’ll figure it out, I think.”  I stood up and dropped my swim shorts to the ground.

 

Tina giggled.  “Wow, Dad, you look...aroused too.”  She giggled again.  “Okay, NOW I know why you left them on!”

 

Both girls were hypnotized by the look of my still semi-erect member, now freed from its confinement.  I looked at Donna in time to see her body tremble.  I knew this moment would come; Tina had never seen me naked like this, and I was certain until today Donna had never seen a man’s penis this close before.

 

Tina asked, “How come it’s leaking?”

 

Shit, this was getting deeper than I wanted it to.  I paused to compose my answer.  “Okay, I was aroused by looking at all the pretty girls on the beach.  This...er...liquid is called...er...precum.  It just means I was excited and thinking about...well...thinking about sex.”

 

Her eyes like saucers, Donna asked, “You mean you were dreaming about having sex with some of the girls...and you got stiff...and started leaking like that?”  She sighed.

 

I’d gone this far with the sex education stuff so why stop now.  In a conspiratorial tone I answered, “I bet when you girls were down by the water with all those naked boys you leaked too.”

 

“Dad!” Tina cried.  “Like, how did you know?”

 

“Like we talked about many times before, darling daughter of mine, when a man and a woman want to have sex, their bodies...well...their bodies sort of get ready for it.  The man gets hard and the woman...well...the woman gets wet so his penis will slide into her easier.”  Donna sighed again; the sex talk obviously turning her on in the worst way.  “The man’s wetness is...people call it precum because it makes it easier for the man’s sperm to come out and go into the woman to make babies.”

 

I turned to face Donna and added, “Is this sex talk okay with you, Donna?  I mean, I’m not embarrassing you by talking openly about how sex works, am I?  You did ask me to explain.”

 

“Ah...no...Mr....I mean, Ron...I think you’re a special dad for being so open with Tina about stuff like that.”  She pondered something for a short time, then said, “I wasn’t thinking about sex with those boys but I leaked anyway.  How come?”

 

“You may not have been thinking of actual sex...in your conscious mind you don’t even know how that works yet...but your subconscious mind—and your body, of course—still knows what it has to do to get ready, that’s all.”

 

She absently looked away toward some of the other beachgoers.  Another shudder passed through her as she took stock in what I said.  “I never...never...thought boys...penises...would all look so different.  Yours is MUCH bigger than those boys’...” 

 

Tina piped in.  “Yeah, some are small and some are fat and funny looking at the end, but Dad, yours IS bigger...” she said before realizing it probably wasn’t kosher to comment on your father’s manhood.  I had probably about 8 inches and never thought of myself as hung.  The girls were close up—maybe that’s it.

 

I looked at Donna’s pretty little breasts again, and then realized she was looking at my cock as it twitched and stood up a little higher.  I knew what question was going to come now.

 

Her dark eyes met mine, and she asked, “Are you thinking of me?”

 

“No...No, Donna,” I protested a bit too forcibly.  Both girls looked at me strangely, waiting for my reply.  “I mean...yes I was looking at you and your breasts but I wasn’t thinking about sex with you, I was...ah...”

 

Tina saved me by chuckling and saying, “My dad’s just horny ’cause he hasn’t had a girlfriend in a long time and he needs some sex.”

 

“Horny?  That’s enough of this sex talk, girls,” I proclaimed.  “Let’s forget about it and go for a swim.”

 

Donna’s expression was indecipherable as we got up and headed toward the lapping waves.  Did I hurt her feelings one way or the other—either by looking, or by saying I wasn’t interested?  Once more—what did I get myself into?

 

We swam then left and did some sightseeing before going back to the condo for the night.  I was in my bedroom reading when I heard the Jacuzzi start up and heard the giggling and splashing of two 12-year-old girls playing in the big bubbling tub.  I couldn’t concentrate.  Images of Donna’s pretty little tits took over my brain as I fantasized about what her pussy would look like.  I imagined the sight of the two of them washing each other’s lithe bodies.  I jerked off to that mental image, surprising myself with how far my cum flew. 

 

Horny, indeed!

 

I

 

When I awoke the following morning, the condo was quiet.  I usually was an early riser and being on vacation wasn’t going to change that.  I threw on a pair of baggy fleece shorts, quietly brewed some coffee, and then retreated to the small veranda.  I expected the girls to sleep late, so I figured I’d enjoy the sunrise in silence while I could.

 

Lost in reverie and finishing my second cup, I didn’t hear her approach until Donna huskily muttered “Good morning” behind me.  I turned to her and offered my own morning greeting.  She was in a white terrycloth bathrobe, her feet bare.

 

“Did you have a good night’s sleep?”

 

“I...not really...I had a lot of dreams.”

 

“Nightmares?”  I asked.

 

“No...Not like that...just kinda crazy dreams that kept me awake.”

 

“Wanna tell me about ‘em?”

 

“No...I guess not...I can’t remember them now anyway.”  She broke eye contact, so I knew she hadn’t been truthful, but I let it go.”

 

“Okay, Donna...why don’t you sit down and keep me company before Tina wakes up? ...Do you drink coffee?”  I moved one of the chairs away from the small patio table for her to sit in, but instead she curled up against one wall on the small veranda’s concrete floor.

 

“Please.  My mom says I shouldn’t drink coffee, but I like it.  Yes, I’ll have some, thanks.”

 

I went into the kitchen area and poured her a mug.  “Cream and sugar?” I asked.  She said “Yes.”  When I sat back down at the table, I couldn’t help staring at her.  She was sitting with her legs up and tucked into her body.  The terrycloth robe was open and I easily saw her pussy.  I tried not to look, but it was difficult to avoid.  And she knew where my eyes were focusing.  Was this innocent or purposeful?  Shit, I was getting hard.

 

She looked so darkly sensuous sitting there against the stuccoed wall.  She said, “I meant what I said yesterday, like, you’re a great father for being so open with Tina about...sex...she’s so lucky.”

“Oh, it’s not a big deal,” I feebly protested.  “I promised myself I’d treat Tina as I wished I’d been treated as I was growing up.”

 

She sipped her coffee, and then said, “I wish my dad was like you.”  I was momentarily speechless.  She leaned a little closer, the robe opening up a bit more, and added “I wish you were my father, so you could teach me all about sex.”

 

“Whoa, Donna, sweetheart!  I’m sure your father loves you and I’m sure he or your mom will explain everything someday.  Besides, talking about it isn’t the same as ‘teaching’ someone about it.  You’ll learn one day when you meet the right boy and then you’ll teach each other about the joy of sex.”

 

My brain caught up to my mouth and I thought: I can’t be going down this road with my daughter’s best friend.  Jeesh, ‘joy of sex’!  Why did I say that?  I knew the answer to that question, looking again at her beautiful little-girl pussy, with its downy tuft of still-sparse pubic hair.  My shorts were very tented now.

 

“Tina is so lucky having you for a father,” she said once more, staring at my bulge before making eye contact again.  She got up and moved to me and sat in my lap.  “I like you so much.  Please can you teach me about sex?”

 

“No, Donna.  It wouldn’t be right.”

 

She was hurt, but it didn’t stop her from grinding her ass into my swelled lap.  Through pouting lips, she said, “I don’t wanna be a li’l kid anymore.  I saw how you looked at the women at the beach and I want you to look at ME that way.”

 

“I’m old enough to be your father.  Someday soon you’ll meet the right boy and it’ll be the right time to learn about sex...not now and not here.”

 

“Don’t you like me?”

 

“Oh, Donna...I like you a lot.  It’s not about liking you.  It’s about you’re too young, and we just can’t do it that’s all.”  The hurt look was worse than before, so I added, “You’re a very pretty girl.  And you know from the beach that I like looking at you.  Your...er...body is very nice...and you know it has an effect on mine.”

 

She smiled her metal and plastic smile and kissed me on the cheek, before saying, “I understand.”  She hopped off my lap, and said, “Can we go back to that beach today?”  She wasn’t looking at me when she asked, well yes she was—she was looking at the bulge in my shorts—and I was staring at the hint of flesh exposed at the front of her unbelted robe.

 

At least when Tina finally got up, Donna wasn’t sitting on my lap.  Could you imagine the questions that would’ve raised?  Tina seemed equally enthusiastic about a return to the nude beach.  So, our day was planned.

 

I wasn’t at all surprised when we spread our blankets out on the sand that the girls wanted to go completely nude.  I told them it was still their decision to make, and ‘poof’ off came the bottoms in record time.  I slid off my swim shorts as the girls ran to the water.  Shit, I wasn’t going to worry anymore about a public hard-on.  Let the naked beauties parade by and let my good buddy get nice and upright.  I was on vacation—and I just had a 12-year-old proposition me this morning—so I didn’t give a shit if the whole beach saw me rock-hard and pointing to the sky.

 

Same as yesterday, Tina and Donna were the youngest girls on the beach.  Boys swarmed around them.  Cocks were twitching.  Cocks were swelling.  The girls noticed; you saw it in their flushed skin and body language.  My cock swelled a bit too.  Man, Tina looked just like a skinny version of my ex, and damned if the sight of her didn’t stir up something long dormant in me.  I saw from my vantage point that Donna was particularly aroused.  Her hips and legs trembled perceptively while her chest heaved from her rapid breaths.  Tina kept some reasonable space between her and the adoring flock, but Donna allowed a touch here and a feel there.  She did some surreptitious feeling herself.  Boy, this was interesting to watch but I was supposed to be the adult supervision here, so I got up and walked toward them.  Thankfully my cock was at less than half-staff so I wouldn’t draw too much attention.

 

My arrival at the water’s edge had the same effect as Moses parting the Red Sea.  The boys sort of withdrew from the two girls as I neared them.  Tina was excitedly pink-skinned, yet Donna was so horny she was one touch from cumming.  Maybe that’s what she needed.

 

I placed an arm around Donna’s shoulder and pulled her closer to me.  Holding her friend’s hot body tight against mine, I said to my daughter, “I think these boys like you two a lot.”  I smiled at the hovering mass of young male flesh.  “But they’re going home with me.”

 

Donna made a small whimpering sound; I realized she might have actually had a small orgasm, which was what I devilishly intended by touching her like I did.  Her body was so hot against mine.  I looked down at her face, but our eyes did not meet; hers were focused on my cock.  When I glanced further down her body I saw rivulets of liquid on her thighs.  It wasn’t sweat or seawater.  Her focus was now on a snake that was twitching and growing.  Okay, I had my fun; time to break this up.

 

“Last one in the water has to cook dinner tonight,” I yelled and we set off.  Tina hooted and giggled as she dove into the waves.  Donna was still nonplussed from what happened, so she reacted slow and was last into the water. 

 

While walking out of the surf, I moved closer to Donna and whispered, “It’s alright, I’ll help you cook tonight.”  She looked like she was gonna cum again.  My bad.

 

We lay on our blankets to do some tanning.  The girls spread sunscreen on each other.  I snuck a glance over at them and flinched when Donna’s hand brushed over Tina’s little pointed cone of a breast.  This was going to kill me yet.  I thought for sure Donna would volunteer to rub sunscreen on me, but thankfully Tina was the one to offer.

 

When she was on the side of me opposite a prone Donna, she whispered to me, “How come you were, like, teasing Donna down there, Dad?  You know how she feels about you.”

 

I propped myself on one elbow and whispered back, “Feels about me?  What’s she been saying to you?”

 

“Shhh,” she admonished.  In as low a tone as possible, she whispered, “You know what I mean...the way she looks at your...at your...you know.”

 

I nodded and whispered, “Yeah, I know.  I won’t do it anymore.”  She gave me an acknowledging smile before lying back down on her blanket. 

 

I didn’t know what I was not supposed to do anymore.  I was supremely horny and had to repel the advances of a nubile preteen who wanted nothing more than for me to take her virginity.  I was seeing my own daughter naked for the first time since she was a toddler and her young beauty has stirred in me something it shouldn’t.  As if magnetically drawn, my eyes glanced over at Tina lying on her stomach on the big beach towel.  Once I ‘forgot’ who that was, I saw a lithe blonde beauty with the most perfect tight little ass in the entire world.  I had another erection to ‘hide,’ and this one from ogling my own daughter!  I felt somewhat dirty, though my erection didn’t subside for quite a while.

 

I

 

“I don’t think that was very fair,” Tina said with mock anger.  “You said the last one in the water would cook, but you did most of the cooking...and I have to clean the table.”

 

“Oh quit complaining.”  I laughed and then said, “It’s late and if we want to do some sightseeing tomorrow you two better get ready for bed.”

 

“Okay, okay...we’re gonna go in the Jacuzzi first.  It’s really neat, right Donna?”  Donna agreed it was neat.  “Why don’t we get one for home?”

 

“I don’t think we have the space—or the plumbing—for one.  Besides, can you imagine the water bill with you in the house?” 

 

She giggled.

 

Off they went.  I heard the water fill and then the jets kick in.  At first the girls were giggling and carrying on as they did the first night, but something was different this time.  I tiptoed closer to the door and listened.  I heard Tina say “No, that’s gross” and Donna say something about “feels good” but everything else was muffled.  I imagined that the two were doing a little sexual exploration, seeing they had been so aroused on the beach and had no other outlet.  It didn’t bother me.  I felt it was a natural part of growing up, so I slinked back to my bedroom and got undressed.

 

What did bother me was the image of the two of them fingering each other that was in my mind, as well as the memory of Donna’s pussy juice flowing down her thigh at the beach.  I didn’t stroke myself very much before I sprayed cum everywhere.  At least now I could sleep peacefully.

 

I

 

There was some part of my brain that thought Donna would sneak into my bed to try again.  However, it was Tina that knocked on my bedroom door the next morning.

 

“Dad, can we talk?”  Tina asked.  I patted the bed next to me indicating where she should sit.  Luckily, I hadn’t been sleeping in the buff.

 

Tina proceeded to explain how she was “mixed up” and didn’t know what to do.  It seems Donna did indeed try to initiate some sexual contact between the two of them in the tub last night and again in bed.  Tina rebuffed her advances but admitted she was turned on to the idea, and now was worried she would “turn lesbian” (her words, not mine), because of getting aroused by the thought of doing some heretofore nebulously defined touchy-feely with her best friend.  I assured her that what she felt was a natural curiosity with sex.  She’d been tremendously aroused the past few days at the nude beach—as had Donna—and her body was seeking some relief, thus her “mixed up” reaction.

 

“You mean it would’ve been okay to...ah...play...with Donna yesterday...I mean, touch her and let her touch me?”

 

“I’m saying that it would’ve been a natural thing to do.  ‘Okay’ is different.  It’s only okay if YOU were comfortable with it.”  I pondered saying more, eventually adding, “I mean, that’s the essence of good sex:  two people who are okay with doing whatever it takes to make each other feel good.  I don’t think you were ready to be okay with it, am I right?”

 

“Yes Dad.”  She bit her lip, but I knew she was debating what she would say next.  Momentarily, “I think Donna...I mean...like, I think Donna wants to have sex with you.  She can’t stop talking about you all the time.  And when you hugged her on the beach yesterday...” The rest was unsaid.

 

“I know...I shouldn’t have.  I guess I didn’t realize what I was doing to her.”

 

“She told me she never felt that good ever in her life.  She said she wished you were her father and that she wanted you to teach her all about sex.  Dad, you’re not gonna do anything with Donna are you?”

 

“No sweetheart, I won’t.  That would be wrong.”

 

Tina looked away from me before saying, “I saw how you looked at her on the beach...and I know you haven’t, like, been with a woman in a while...”

 

Shit, my horniness was that obvious?

 

“...And...and...you’re a MAN.”  She said it like it was a disease or something disgusting you’d find stuck to the sole of your shoe.

 

“Yeah, I’m a man.  Does that mean I can’t control myself?  Does that mean I go crazy at the sight of a woman? —Don’t answer that!”

 

She giggled.  “Alright, Dad.  I love you so much,” and with that said, she planted a big kiss on my scraggly cheek and ran out of my room.

 

True to form, following some Baja exploration and a taco lunch, the girls again wanted to go to the beach.  When we got there and stripped, as they’d done for the previous two days the girls sprinted off toward the water—and the gaggle of nearby teenagers.  One boy in particular seemed to gravitate toward Tina.  He looked about 17 or 18, with dark curly hair to go along with his darkly tanned skin.  Tina did some reciprocal gravitating and soon they were hand-in-hand walking along the beach.  I was worried they’d go too far but she joined him on what turned out to be his large beach blanket.  Donna was still wading amidst the usual entourage of raging teen male hormones.  She was enjoying every minute of it; sizing up penises, lapping up the attention.  My attention returned to Tina.  He was making his move, placing a hand on her thigh before leaning over her and kissing her.  My eyesight’s pretty good so even at this distance I could see what was going on.  Was this her first kiss?  He certainly knew what he was doing, but she looked tentative and unsure.  I took this as a good sign.

 

The young man must have asked her something, for she shook her head ‘no’ before jumping to her feet and walking back toward me.  I awaited the play-by-play explanation.

 

“Wow, that was interesting.  How do you feel?”  I asked my preteen daughter.

 

“Did you see everything?” She said, still flushed and breathing rapidly because of the experience.  “He kissed me!”  A small shudder passed imperceptibly through her.  “He said I was the most beautiful girl on the whole beach.  Oh, he’s soooo hot!  When he touched me and kissed me I thought I was gonna die.”

 

I snuck a sidelong glance at her pussy and it was very wet, with trickles running down both thighs.  “So, you liked that a lot,” I said, smiling at my girl.  “What did he ask you before you came back up here?”

 

She giggled, “He wanted me to go back to his hotel with him for a party.”  She giggled again.  “I know he just wanted to have sex with me, that’s all.”

 

“And you wouldn’t have been ‘okay’ with that, right?”

 

Her giggling turned to laughter.  “No silly.  Oh Dad, I love you so much!” 

 

She fell into my arms and we hugged.  What could be more natural than to have a father and daughter in a naked embrace on a public beach?  We broke off our embrace to discover Donna standing over us with one of her patented indecipherable looks on her face.

 

“What’re you guys doing?”

 

I answered, “We’re hugging each other.  I love my daughter and I wanted to show her how much.”

 

Donna shrugged and retreated to her beach towel.  What was bothering her about seeing us hug?

 

Instead of eating in at the condo, that night we went to a more upscale place in San José Del Cabo and had an excellent meal.  I let the girls have wine with dinner (the wait-staff was discreet and didn’t object).  Wine was not new to Tina, but this was Donna’s initiation.  At the first sip she made a face but soon began to drink more.  I had to slow her down, yet eventually there was a second bottle brought to the table.  We laughed—well, the girls giggled...I laughed—and had a splendid time.  Instead of feeling burdened by their presence, the girls made me feel young again.  I was enjoying myself immensely.  After dinner Tina implored me to buy another bottle of wine to take back to our place.  In for the night, we changed into nightwear and sat around the living room and drank more wine and talked.  Tina still wanted to talk about the boy who kissed her on the beach.  He was so handsome; he was hot; he was well built; he touched her leg; he put his tongue into her mouth when they kissed—and so on, and so on.  The tongue part forced me to explain the intricacies of kissing, which my wine-loosened tongue followed by saying how the tongue was a special part of sex.  Of course this brought on the request for preteen clarification.  And of course I obliged by explaining the fine art of cunnilingus to two agog 12-year-olds who’d had too much wine.  A fog-shrouded portion of my brain imagined that they’d try it on each other when they went to bed.  I had another hard-on to hide from the girls.

 

In my bedroom—from the memories of nude women at the beach all the way to my thought of the girls licking each other tonight—my erection was permanent—at least until I took matters into my own hand.

I was in darkness stroking myself when the bedroom door cracked open and a lithe shadow slipped into the room.  I hastily yanked the sheet up to cover myself.  My naked visitor slid into bed next to me.  I knew right away it was Donna.  I could smell her unique musk that easily overcame the odor of wine on her breath.

 

She put a thin arm around my chest and whispered, “Please teach me about sex.”

 

I turned to face her.  She shuddered and uttered a slight moan when she felt my rigid cock brush against her through the thin sheet.  “I told you Donna that it wasn’t right for me to make love to you.”

 

She shuddered again.  “Make love...” she repeated as if it were a secret code phrase.  “Please...please make me feel like that boy made Tina feel down at the beach.  I want you to...make love to me...yes...love me all the...way...like...the boy wanted...with her.”

 

God she was so warm and so soft.  She was still tipsy from the wine but not drunk.  I might’ve claimed temporary insanity but the claim would have been ludicrous.  I was going to take this young girl’s virginity and damned if I wasn’t going to be a good teacher while doing it.

 

I whispered, “Remember how the boy kissed Tina?  I’m going to kiss you like that, but I’m also going to touch you while I kiss you, okay?” 

 

She may have nodded but I couldn’t tell for sure.  I found her mouth.  As my tongue insinuated itself between her lips, a finger insinuated itself between her other lips.  Her body jerked with a start at my dual penetration.  She was as wet, if not more wet than she’d been at the beach when I hugged her to me.  In all my youth I never kissed a girl with braces; it was a unique sensation.  Her body trembled in unconscious need.  She moaned.  Her hips jerked, impaling her virgin pussy on my probing finger until she froze and whimpered.

 

I stopped kissing her and whispered, “Sshhh...I couldn’t explain before because you wouldn’t have understood...You’re a virgin and that means it may hurt the first time.”  My finger kept stroking and she kept twitching.  “You’re a young girl and not that developed yet...down there...and I’m a grown man...and my...penis is maybe a little too big for you, so if it hurts, I’ll stop.”

 

She groaned and muttered, “Don’t stop...it feels so good...even if it hurts I still want to do it.”  She nuzzled her head against my chest, and then whimpered, “I know you won’t hurt me...please...”

 

I rolled onto my back and pulled her atop me.  The sheet was no longer between us and she swooned when she felt my erection rub against her skin.  She moaned again, her body vibrating with anticipation.

 

“Remember when I explained about what a man does with his tongue to a woman?”  She looked into my eyes and nodded slightly.  “I’m going to turn you around so I can use my tongue on you.”  Another moan escaped her lips.

 

I helped her swing around on top of me so her thighs were on either side of my face.  I imagined that she was excited but maybe a little scared now that she was up close and personal with my stiff dick.  I wasn’t going to look for fellatio from her; my climax was going to come the old fashioned way—in her tight vagina.  God, her musk was intoxicating!  I slid the tip of my tongue the length of her slit and came away soaked.  She squirmed and squealed as my tongue probed between her puffy little-girl labia.  She began rubbing her small breasts against my abdomen as she squirmed.  The tip of my tongue went hunting for her clit.  Her little pearl was just peaking out as I located it.  As I flicked my tongue around and over it, she bucked her hips and cried out.  Her first real orgasm was a doozy.  Donna’s juices streamed from her and ran down my chin.  As she was cumming, she grabbed my aching shaft.  Yep, staring into the cutest little twitching wet pussy, all it took was the touch of her hand to set me off.  I shot load after load.  I couldn’t see but her little yipping sound told me the first rope must have hit her square in the face.  A few spurts managed to hit my arms and shoulders, so I knew she was covered.

 

I gingerly moved out from under her and spun around so we were face to face.  Her face was dripping semen, her eyes were as big as saucers and she looked to be in shock.  “Wha...wha...what...?”  She tried but couldn’t get it out.

 

I whispered, “That, my girl, was both of us having an orgasm.  How did that feel?”  With my fingers I wiped some of my cum from her brow.

 

In a halting, near breathless pant, she squeaked “Wow! ...I...I...never...was that...that...sex?”

 

“Sssh, we don’t want Tina to wake up and see us, do we?”  She shook her head.  “Yes, that was part of sex.  What you experienced is called an orgasm.  That’s the pleasure you get from having sex.  When I...er...squirted...it was from my orgasm and it felt so good.”

 

Donna was like a pint-sized zombie, her eyes all bugged out as she examined all the semen that was dripping from her.  She shuddered again.  I smiled.  I had to explain this too.

 

More whispering.  “This stuff is what comes out of a man when he has sex.  It’s called semen...and the man’s sperm...his seeds that make babies...are in there.”

 

“Babies?”  She whimpered.  Another shudder.  She was still on the high plateau of her arousal.

 

“That’s what sex is all about.  When a man squirts into a woman, it’s like sowing seeds in a garden.  Like flowers, that’s where babies come from.”

 

“Are we...are you...gonna squirt into me?”  She didn’t sound nervous, just curious as she processed this information about sex and babies.

 

“Do you want to have sex now?”

 

She was hot, panting, and trembling.  She didn’t really need to answer my question, though she nodded.  “Will I have a baby?” She asked, her voice betraying that to her, it wasn’t such a bad thing.

 

“No, sweetheart.   Do you...no I don’t suppose you know about condoms.  I’m going to wear a little rubber skin on my penis so my seeds won’t go into you.  Quick, let me loose so I can go get one, okay?”

 

I extricated myself from her grasp and went to my toiletry kit to retrieve a condom.  Hey, I’m a single guy and though I’m not gauche enough to keep one in my wallet, I do bring a few with me when I travel.  I needn’t worry about ‘recovery’ time; with a hot and horny nymphet lying in my bed begging to be deflowered, my good friend was rigid once more and ready to go.  I climbed back onto the bed and unrolled the condom onto me, as in the glow of curtain-filtered moonlight Donna looked on with rapt wonder. 

 

I reminded her that it might hurt at first, but as I positioned her on her back and lifted and spread her legs, she was too far gone to be cognizant of anything like that.  She just stared at my looming erection and returned to the panting state she was in before.  She was so incredibly wet the only issue was going to be size.  When I placed the head of my cock between the pudgy folds of her pussy, she whimpered and moaned.  This was it, the moment of truth, the moment she’d been waiting for.  I didn’t.  I eased myself into her until I felt the obstruction of her obviously intact hymen.  I pushed through.  She yelped like a hurt puppy but I kept going, whispering “Ssshhh” while playing with her tiny nipples.  She was so amazingly tight I wasn’t sure at first if I could, but I pushed and was more than half way in.  She was teetering on the threshold between pain and pleasure. 

 

In the dim, nearly nonexistent light I could just barely make out her expression.  I leaned down atop her little body and kissed her before whispering, “Are you okay?  You want me to stop?”

 

She whispered, getting out “Ye...” before rethinking and answering “Nooooo, don’t...stop.” 

 

I slid out, and then back in very slowly.  She must be stretched tight to take me, but I sensed she’d passed over the threshold and was ready for more.  Reevaluating the position, I whispered that I wanted her to lie on top of me.  I figured then we’d fuck at her pace, not mine.  I truly didn’t want to hurt her.

 

She took to this position like a duck to water.  She rubbed her points against my lower chest and abdomen as she squirmed up then down on me.  Every movement got me deeper into her.  She was making small kittenish sounds as she moved; not exactly a classic girl-on-top straddle but it seemed to work nonetheless, our combined sweat acting as lubricant for her to slide on.  Her pace quickened along with her staccato breathing and her squeals and moans.  She was getting me deeper little by little.  She was so damn tight I didn’t know how she was doing it.  I knew I couldn’t hold on much longer.

 

No amount of willpower could overcome the feel of the velvety clamp that was her vagina.  I came with such force I almost screamed.  My ejaculation seemed to go on forever.  Whether from fortuitous timing or from the sensations of my pumping cock deep inside her, she came magnificently, whining like an overworked buzz-saw.  Donna’s entire body shook and shivered as a second orgasmic wave passed through her.  Damned if her convulsing vagina didn’t squeeze a couple more ropes from me in the meantime.

 

We didn’t move.  She stayed on top of me as my satisfied cock softened, though remaining comfortably nestled in her tight pussy.  She kept cooing and mewling, lost in the bliss of her first fuck.  Eventually, she came out of her post-orgasmic paradise and lifted her head to look at me.

 

“Wow, thank you...I never...I mean it was so, like, fantastic...ooooh.”  She shivered again, before asking the inevitable question.  “Can we do it again?”

 

I explained the issue of recovery to her, though I knew it wouldn’t take much to get me hard again with her pubescent body lying on top of me.  I gently rolled her off me and pulled the cum-filled condom from my cock.  I switched on the bedside lamp and drank in anew the look of her lithe little preteen form, her hair a sweaty, tangled mess, her dark eyes afire.  Oh yes, she was wonderfully beautiful, lying there staring at the saturated condom now held between my thumb and forefinger.

 

I told her I had to go take a leak, that she should stay in the bed and I’d be right back.  I tiptoed to the toilet, not wanting to wake Tina.  How will she react to what I just did?  If Donna stays in my bed it won’t be a secret, will it?  As if in answer, I hear a soft series of sounds coming from the girls’ bedroom.  Was it Tina sobbing or simply my imagination?  I got closer to the door but heard no more.

 

When I returned to the bedroom, Donna was sleepy eyed but the fire was still there.  She wanted to go again.  Looking at her in the bed with her skinny legs slightly spread and her small breast bumps heaving as she breathed, my cock answered for me.  I got another condom from my things and asked her if she would help put it on.  With spellbound wonder she unrolled it onto me.

 

“This time I’m going to leave the light on so we can both see what’s going on, okay?”  She nodded like a hungry bobble-head doll.

 

I moved between her splayed legs.  The zombie look was back in her eyes as she stared at my sheathed cock.  I lifted and spread her legs until her knees were almost at her side.  She looked exquisite waiting for my entry.  Shit, I almost came just looking at her.  I eased the head of my cock between her wet folds and slid into her.  She gasped as I stretched her once again.  I leaned down atop her, though not putting my full weight onto her; kissing her inviting lips while beginning my thrusting rhythm.  To my amazement, she came almost immediately after I started to fuck her.  I thrust and she squealed.  Her eyes were rolled back in their sockets as she kept cumming and cumming.  I fucked her as I would any woman, going deep at an ever-increasing pace until I started hitting her cervix.  This spurred another set of convulsions.  She screeched and wailed and twitched and trembled.  I bottomed out on my final thrust and came; her orgasmic spasms milking my cum from me.  God, I never felt such a rush as I did cumming into her tight, pulsing vagina.

 

I switched off the lamp and we fell asleep in each other’s arms, the filled condom left on my wilting yet sated cock, knowing I’d wake up to a sticky, wet mess but not caring one iota.  I had more to worry about than that by morning.  Where would this go with Donna?  What about my daughter?  What would she think?  Would she feel hurt that her old man took her friend’s virginity after promising he wouldn’t?

 

I

 

I awoke from a strange dream a little disoriented when I found myself looking into a pair of dark, sultry, 12-year-old eyes.  I guess it wasn’t a dream.

 

“Good morning, Ron,” she whispered.  “Thank you for making love to me…for showing me about sex…for…for…” She couldn’t finish what she was saying because her lips pressed against mine for a long, sensuous kiss.

 

God, I was getting another erection!  One more time?

 

Yep.  This time she was back on top.  We fucked slowly and luxuriously.  When she came she wailed loudly; no way Tina wasn’t going to hear THAT one.  Just as I knew I was going to cum, I realized I hadn’t worn a condom and luckily pulled out before I spewed.  Fountains of semen sprayed into the air as my shaft nestled between her ass cheeks, coating her backside.  She made a slight “huh” sound so I explained I couldn’t cum inside her since I wasn’t wearing protection.  She sounded disappointed. 

 

Jeesh, a 12-year-old!

 

During breakfast, Tina wouldn’t talk, sullenly moving about in the condo’s kitchen ignoring both Donna and me.  Donna tried to get the conversation started on what we would do that day.  Inevitably, the nude beach was Donna’s first suggestion.  Tina acquiesced by way of a nod but nothing else.  We walked around Cabo San Lucas in the morning before heading off to the beach.  Tina was still quiet and glum.  By the way Donna was gingerly walking, I figured she was sore this morning, but otherwise she looked happy.

 

When we got there and stripped, Donna was off in search of admirers, while Tina lay on the big beach blanket close to me.  Finally she spoke. 

 

“Dad, why did you do it with Donna after you promised?”  Her face was screwed up in an exaggerated pout, which almost made me laugh in spite of the serious topic at hand.

 

How do I explain to my daughter about taking the virginity of her best friend?  “I’m sorry, hon, I know I promised but…shit…Donna came into my bed…and I was horn-…I mean, I was needing sex so badly…and she begged me to teach her…and…”

 

“Oh Daddy,” she interjected, turning away.  Was she crying?

 

I had to say something.  “Tina, sweetheart, I’m sorry...I won’t do it again.” 

 

Her reaction was strange somehow, as if I wasn’t getting her point in the discussion.  Maybe I wasn’t.  While chewing on what I might say or do next, I saw Donna being escorted down the beach by five boys.  Escorted was the word that came to mind since I wasn’t sure (at least from this distance) how willing Donna was in being led away.  I recognized some of the boys as the same ones who were all around her yesterday getting her aroused.  It looked to me as if they had more on their minds today—three of them looked to have erections and the other two were getting there.  They were leading her to a small nook at the side of the beach where some rocks seemed to provide some privacy.  Holy shit, they were going to...

 

“Gang bang,” I said aloud. 

 

Tina asked “Huh?”

 

I said, “C’mon...we need to get down there before those boys gang bang Donna.  C’mon,” I repeated, rising from the beach blanket.

 

“Gang bang?  What’s that?” She asked, arising nonetheless to follow me.

 

As I was hurrying toward the group as they disappeared behind the rocks, I explained to Tina, “Donna doesn’t get it yet, but those boys are going to rape her.  They’re all gonna do it to her whether she wants to or not.”

 

Tina got the message and now her urgency matched mine.  As we circled around the rocks, one boy was already on top of her as two others were holding her down.  He hadn’t yet penetrated her when I hollered out to them.

 

“What the fuck is going on here?  Get off her!” 

 

I hadn’t thought about a language barrier, but it seemed they understood enough English and all backed away, except for the guy who was going to go first.  He stood up as if to challenge me but took one look at me and figured it was best not to tangle with someone who probably looked like he’d chew nails and then spit them out like a machine gun.  They all turned and scattered.

 

Donna was sobbing and perhaps somewhat in shock.  Tina and I helped her up and guided her back up the beach to our blankets.  Donna apologized but I told her there wasn’t anything to be sorry about; she made a mistake and she would learn from it.  Sitting there on the beach, with nude and semi-nude people all around, I explained some facts of life to her.  I explained that as fantastic as sex was, and as fantastic as it might’ve been with me, she couldn’t just throw herself at anyone.  I reminded her of her young age and that she had a lot of growing up to do.  Promiscuity wouldn’t really get her anything except the reputation as a slut, and probably some sexually transmitted disease along the way.  I think some of my ‘lecture’ went over her head, but she and Tina hung on every word.

 

“You know, an orgasm doesn’t have to be something you take risks to get.”  I had a plan.  “A person can give themselves an orgasm by touching themselves the right way.”

 

Both girls were engrossed in what I was saying.  I told Donna that since she’d been initiated into the pleasures of sex, she could learn to take care of her own needs, at least until she was older and the right boy came along.  Of course I had no idea if Tina had ever masturbated, but the look on her face told me she hadn’t and now was quite interested in exploring the concept.

 

“Okay, then why don’t we get dressed and go shopping?  I used to know a shop on the way out of town that sells sexy things to help people have orgasms.  If you’re good, maybe I’ll buy you both a nice present.”

 

They quickly nodded their agreement, so off we went.  I was particularly watching Donna to see if she had any lingering effects from her close brush with rape, but she seemed to be holding up.  Her discovered hunger for sexual gratification was overriding everything else.  I thought about my own risk here—what I’d done and what I was planning to do today—but frankly couldn’t see much.  The Mexican authorities wouldn’t care unless Donna made a formal complaint, and that wasn’t going to happen.  If Donna let slip of our dalliance once we returned to the States, I’d be alright since we were not in any U.S. legal jurisdiction; though I knew I’d be publicly pilloried for having sex with a minor.  I could live with that.

 

I had a hard time finding the shop but eventually did.  When we entered, the girls’ jaws dropped as they gazed around at all the leather, lace, X-rated videos and sex toys that were on display.  If the proprietor was shocked at me for bringing two 12-year-old girls into his shop, he discreetly didn’t show it.   I guided the girls to a shelf that had every size and shape dildo and vibrator known to man—OK, known to woman. 

 

Tina giggled, pointing to one anatomically correct dildo, saying, “That one looks like yours, Dad.”

 

I joked that I didn’t think I was that big.  Both of them giggled.

 

They each picked out a battery-operated model they thought was “cute.”  I was thinking about the amount of ‘instruction’ I’d have to give them when Tina asked me for something else.

 

“Can I get those?”  She pointed to a sexy little red number on a mannequin.  The set was a red see-through lace camisole top with matching thong.

 

“And who do you expect to show off to wearing that?”

 

She looked at me strangely and was about to answer, but for some reason stopped momentarily, before finally saying, “Oh, nobody, Dad...I just thought it looked cute and I wanted to feel grown up wearing it...instead of my old cotton panties, that’s all.”

 

I asked the proprietor if he had a small size for Tina, and in broken but decent English he smilingly replied he was sure he had a size that would fit the señorita.  While he went to look, I talked the girls into buying a bottle of bubble-bath oil that promised to be “sensuously awakening” (and was safe for use in hot tubs and spas.)  They giggled and agreed.  When he returned with the lacy set, the proprietor was quick to offer batteries for the vibrators.  He rang up our purchases while lasciviously looking the girls up and down.  When he thanked me for our patronage, his expression said you lucky son-of-a-bitch. 

 

I couldn’t agree more.

 

I

 

I heard the whooshing of the tub’s jets.  What I was curious about was whether I’d hear any other sounds.  Tina and Donna had been manic since we returned to the condo after dinner.  They didn’t say it but of course they were antsy to try out their new toys.  I’d given them cursory instructions.  The rest would be up to their 12-year-old imaginations.

 

As I’d done two evenings ago, I tiptoed to the door and listened.  I heard giggling, a few muffled words, and then the unmistakable humming sound of a vibrator.  Two, actually.  Except for the electric hum, I heard nothing else for a few minutes until a voice began ululating in song.  Donna was climbing her orgasmic mountain.  Soon I overheard another voice.  Tina began to alternate between giggling and making small hiccupping sounds.  My little girl was going to experience her first orgasm!  Both girls’ songs of joy became louder and more forceful until first Donna then Tina cried out in climax.  My erection strained the front of my shorts.

 

In a déjà vu moment later in bed, I began to masturbate to the memory of their cries.  I was getting close to cumming when I heard a faint knock on my bedroom door.  I pulled the sheets up to cover myself just as Tina walked in.  I couldn’t believe my eyes.  She was wearing the red lace top and thong, and I almost came right then and there.

 

“Dad...I just wanted to say, like, thank you for buying us the vibrators.  We just used them and it was even better than I ever imagined...”  She came closer and bent down and kissed me on the cheek.  “I love you, Dad, for like, being so understanding and not treating me like a kid...for teaching me so much.”

 

What could I say?  Besides, I had a raging hard-on that was severely tenting the sheet, and she HAD to notice.  “I love you too, sweetheart.”

 

She straightened up but remained at my bedside.  “I talked to Donna, and I’m not mad at you anymore.  And don’t, like, worry, ‘cause she won’t tell anybody when we get home.”

 

She must have read my expression, for she smiled before pirouetting.  “Hey, you didn’t say anything.  Do you like it?  Does it look sexy on me?”  She giggled.

 

I chuckled myself.  “You’re not supposed to ask your father if you look sexy...at least not until you’re 20.  All I’ll admit is that if you weren’t my daughter, I’d take you to bed right now, that’s how sexy you look.”

 

Instead of soliciting a smile, my words looked to solicit melancholy.  Didn’t she just say she wasn’t mad at me anymore?  What did I say?  She said goodnight and left the room, but not before I caught her sneaking a quick glance at the tented sheet.  I couldn’t rightly jerk-off to the mental image of my near-naked daughter, so I fell asleep with a precum-leaking boner.

 

I

 

The last few days of our vacation were spent much like the first: sightseeing, nude ‘beaching’, eating, walking, and shopping.  Oh, and of course, toy-induced ‘orgasming’.  I gave Donna a fatherly lecture on hiding the vibrator when she got home; I didn’t think her parents would approve (an understatement, for sure).  Tina was still acting distant yet I couldn’t figure out what was wrong, so I let it slide and didn’t press the issue.

 

On the plane ride home, Donna sat next to me.  She whispered more thanks, and promised she would never tell about what happened.  Later in the flight she whispered again that she thought I was an “awesome” father (kids still said ‘awesome’ nowadays?) and Tina was a lucky girl.  I glanced one seat over at Tina and thought that’s funny; she doesn’t look like she thinks she’s lucky.  I must be dense because I still couldn’t figure out what ailed her.

 

From the airport, we dropped Donna off at her house.  At the front door, I listened to her gush to her mom about how much fun we had, half expecting her to slip and mention the nude beach, but thankfully she didn’t.  I flinched when Donna turned to me and gave me a big hug.  She thanked me once more.  The look in her eyes spoke volumes.  I was glad the volumes weren’t spoken aloud.

 

Back home, Tina remained mostly silent while we unpacked.  I had to find out what was wrong.

 

“Okay, what’d I do now to make you mad at me?”

 

“Nothing,” she answered sullenly.

 

“Come on, something’s eating at you.  You gotta tell me what it is so we can fix it.” 

 

I pantomimed someone making mechanical adjustments to a machine, and began to tickle her.  She giggled, but the look in her eyes was dark and mysterious.

 

“I’m okay Dad, I really am.  It’s late so I think I’m going to bed.”

 

She slinked off to her room.  I was nowhere closer to discovering her problem, so later I knocked on her bedroom door.  I had to know.  When she told me it was okay to enter, I wasn’t surprised to find her wearing the red lace camisole.  What was surprising was that she wasn’t wearing the thong, or any other panties either—and she didn’t seem to mind me seeing her in that state of undress lying on her bed.

 

“You shouldn’t be like that,” I said, pointing obliquely at her.

 

“Why not,” she answered defiantly.  “You saw me completely naked on the beach.  What’s wrong with here?”

 

“Okay, okay, nothing, I guess.”  I sat on the edge of her bed.  Damned if she didn’t look like a skinny pint-sized version of my ex.  Her mom always did look extremely sexy when she was in bed waiting for me to fuck her.  Be careful, big guy.

 

“You want to tell me something?”

 

I thought for a moment.  “I want to ask you why you’re still acting like you are.  I thought you were over me…me…sleeping…with Donna in Mexico.  What gives?”

 

“Oh Daddy, if you don’t know yet, then why bother.”  She started crying.  I leaned down and hugged her to me.  She tightly hugged back.

 

She suddenly moved her lips to mine and started kissing me.  This wasn’t a father-daughter kiss, either; this was the real deal.  We kissed for a short while before she let her lips fall from mine.

 

“Daddy, I was so disappointed you wanted Donna instead of me.”  I looked at her incredulously.  She continued, “And you said you would make love to me if I wasn’t your daughter.  How come you won’t now?  Don’t you love me?”

 

“Of course I love you sweetheart, but…but…you ARE my daughter, and it’d be wrong to…do it…with you.”

 

“Why?”

 

Twelve, and she still asked the proverbial four-year-old’s question!  “Well, because…”

 

And I just used the proverbial stupid-parent response.  I got down next to her on her bed, and like two kids outside gazing up at the stars we lay on our backs and talked.

 

“You know, I saw how you looked at Donna when we were on the beach.  I kept wishing you looked at me that way.”  I heard the undercurrents of a sob in her voice.

 

“Honey, I guess you didn’t see me because when you took off your bikini I did look at you ‘that way’.”   I took a deep breath.  “Oh God, sweetheart, you are so amazingly beautiful, it’s just...”

 

“It’s because I remind you of Mom, isn’t it?”

 

I was stunned to silence.  What could I say?  She was right.  Eventually, I sighed then answered her.

 

“When you came into my bedroom in Cabo wearing that outfit, I nearly died.  You asked me if you looked sexy. Well, dammit you were the sexiest creature in the universe just then, and yes, I did think of your mom and how beautiful she was and how much you look like her and how beautiful you are, and...”

 

She cut me off for the second time.  “And you still love her no matter what she did to you...and us.”  She turned on her side and hugged me, resting her head at my chest.  “Dad...please make love to me...even if you pretend I’m her...if that’s what you want.  It’s what I want.”

 

“Tina, honey, I can’t do that.  I could never pretend like that.  You’re already twice the woman she could ever be and if I made love to you it would be you I was with all the way, not her.”

 

She tilted her head upwards to look into my eyes.  “Daddy, please.  You are the greatest father any girl would want.  I couldn’t, like, get over how you took us to the nude beach and let us act, I don’t know, like grown up, and you let me kiss that boy and let him touch me, so I could know what it felt like...”  She took a deep breath, her eyes two blue fireballs.

 

“You know I’ve always let you feel grown up, but I think you also know that I wasn’t gonna let that boy take you away from the beach...and away from me.  I was real proud you knew enough to say no to him even though I knew how...er...eager...you were.”

 

“Dad, I love you.  Donna told me how...nice...and gentle...you were with her and how much you taught her, and...”  She faltered for a second, before continuing, “...and I was so jealous that you picked her instead of me to be the first one to...”  Another faltering sigh, her eyes closing as she spoke.  “Oh Dad, please be my first.”  One more sigh.  “I love you so much.”

 

Her eyes opened again and she moved her lips to mine.  I couldn’t resist.  I tried not to think of my ex as Tina and I kissed, and actually was very successful doing so.  I truly was going to be with Tina this night.

 

After our lips parted, she breathlessly said “Go into your bedroom and be ready for me.  I wanna walk in and see you like Donna did.  Okay?”

 

I didn’t want to spoil the moment and tell her Donna entered my bedroom in complete darkness.  I asked her if she was sure, and she nodded.  She was breathing hard.  I could only imagine how wet she was about now, though I wasn’t going to sneak a look at her crotch.  I’d find out shortly. 

 

I went to my room and got undressed before taking a few condoms from a dresser drawer and placing the packets on the nightstand.  I turned on a small lamp and pulled the sheets down and got into bed without covering up.  After a few minutes, Tina slinked in.  She had put the thong back on to get the full effect of the sexy red set.  She was a lithe, nubile goddess, her blonde hair mussed yet sexily wild.  The crotch of the thong indeed looked wet.  Her small nubs were stiff as they poked at the filmy red lace; her normally pale skin now aglow with pink fire.  I outstretched my arms to her, inviting her into my bed.  My cock twitched and began growing erect.  She was looking at it as she slid into the bed next to me.

 

“Would you like to touch it?  I asked. 

 

The bobble-head appearance was back as she nodded in earnest.  She ran her hands tentatively over my now stiff shaft.  After a few moments she turned back to face me.  She was flushed pink all over and could barely breathe.  Her look said what now?  I smiled and pulled her up closer to me and slipped the camisole top up and over her head.  I took one of her areolas between my lips and sucked gently.  She swooned.

 

“Does that feel good?” I asked as I switched to her other breast. 

 

She was too hot to answer.

 

I trailed my lips first down to her navel before running the tip of my tongue back up between her small breasts.  I kissed the nape of her neck, and then nibbled on an ear at the same time I lazily ran my hand over her lower abdomen just above her pubic bone.  She was breathing so raggedly now I wondered if she would pass out if I touched her anywhere else.

 

After another ear nibble, I said “Remember I explained that a man can use his tongue to make a woman feel good?  I want to do that to you, okay?”

 

Her body shook as she—maybe ‘tackled’ is the right word—me and pressed her lips into mine.  As we kissed more convulsions overcame her.  Could she have had an orgasm before I ever touched her pussy?  I trailed my hands down her sides to her thong, and slowly started sliding them down.  Our lips never parted, though a low moan originated deep in her throat.

 

I slid a finger between her labia to find she was sopping wet.  As my finger moved an inch into her, she crooned, “Oh, Daddy...ooooooo...I feel...it feels gooooood!”

 

I moved the finger upward and located her immature little clitoris and began stroking it, well lubricated by her silky wetness.  She made a small yipping sound and began swaying her hips to my finger’s ministrations, until she was basically fucking it.  I thought why stop her?  She bucked harder until she groaned and came.  With my cock rigid and leaking precum like a faucet, there was no way I could be an impartial witness, but her orgasm was so spectacular it matched nothing in my memory of sex with other women.  She pressed her body into mine.  She squeezed her pussy around my finger.  She writhed and shivered and shook.  She moaned and purred like a kitten.  She just kept cumming, splashing my trapped finger in waves of her juices.  I held her for the duration.  It was a long time.

 

“Wow, that was...I never felt like that before,” she uttered, still flushed and slightly out of breath as she came down from her orgasmic high.  “Oh Dad, that was SO much better than using the vibrator you bought me.”  She hugged me tightly.

 

Her heat, her little nubs pressing against me, her post-orgasmic musk all contributed to making my cock super-hard and aching for release.  I’d just brought my daughter to climax.  Could I fuck her? 

 

Should I?

 

She must have read my mind.  “But we still didn’t...you know...really, like make love yet.”  Her fingers encircled my cock and I moaned involuntarily.  “If what you did made me feel THAT good, then having it...you...like...go in me must be even better!”  She said, now her turn to moan at the thought.

 

I looked into her wanting eyes and said, “I guess if that’s what my girl wants, then Daddy has to give it to her.”

 

I wanted to taste her first.  I easily lifted her lithe frame and positioned her on her stomach atop me the same way I’d eaten Donna in Cabo.  My tongue tasted ambrosia; her orgasmic pussy juice exhilaratingly sweet.  I licked and nibbled until I felt her body squirm and tremble, showing signs of impending climax.  Déjà vu: just as with Donna, when Tina came she clutched my cock tightly and without trying, one quick jerk of her hands set me off.  I had a lot of pent-up jism so when I spewed, I shot quarts.  I came on her face, her shoulders and her back.  She gasped and choked so I knew she got a generous dollop in her mouth as well.  I slid out from under her and used a corner of the bed sheet to wipe away all the semen that covered her face.  She coughed a few more times but basically was okay with what just transpired.

 

“Oh, Daddy!  I know you, like, told me all about a man’s sperm coming out of him, but I never thought it would be like that!”

 

She was radiant.  It amazed me how some women take the ‘Big O’ for granted, and how some don’t have one at all.  Yet my little Tina was basking in the sensation like a sun worshipper on a sandy beach.  I prayed she never lost that elation—that glow.  I helped clean the rest of my semen from her, though we couldn’t do much with the mess in her golden hair.

 

She asked if we could have “real” sex now, so I had to explain the need for recovery.  She looked at my wilting, sated cock and nodded solemnly.  I suggested a shower.

 

“We’ll get cleaned up,” I said before I smiled, and with a wink said “And maybe we can coax this guy to get frisky again,” while giving my flaccid unit a little shake.  She giggled.

 

In the shower as I lathered shampoo into her hair, she commented “I wish I could tell all my friends about today...and especially about showering with my dad.”  She giggled, then added “But don’t worry, Dad, I won’t tell anyone about this...only about how my father is the best in the whole world!”

 

“I couldn’t ask for a better daughter, either...or a prettier one.  You are beautiful, you know.”

 

She turned to face me.  “Oh Dad, you’re just, like, saying that.  I’m not beautiful...not like mom.”

 

“I told you, even at your age you’re twice the woman she is...and twice as beautiful, too.  See what being with you is doing to me.”

 

She looked down to see my cock thickening and rising.  She looked back up to meet my eyes and her expression was full of love...and desire.  I guided her head under the shower spray to rinse the shampoo from her hair.  She was standing with her side to me as she rinsed.  I placed a hand on her closest breast and softly squeezed the small cone.  She groaned and pressed her body into mine as soapy water cascaded around us.  As I kneaded her breasts, her hand found my stiff cock and began rubbing it.  In seconds we were both tremendously hot and horny.

 

Still wet from the shower, I lifted her into my arms and carried her to my bedroom, heedless of the dripping trail we left behind.  I set her on the bed and immediately went down on her.  I didn’t lick, I drank.  She heaved her hips up to meet my probing tongue.  Her small pink button was stiff.  When I placed my lips around it and gently sucked, she bucked once then screamed.  She was getting good at this orgasm stuff, cumming very quickly to my touch.

 

Her eyes were afire as she looked up at me from the bed.  She was about to say something, but I smiled and nodded to her.  It was time.

 

She hadn’t quite come down yet from her orgasmic high, and I wasn’t going to let her either.  I reached over to the nightstand and got a condom, opened it and unrolled it upon my tumescent member.  Her breathing became ragged again as she watched me.

 

“Oh yes...oh yes...oh yes...ohhhhhhh,” she moaned like a seasoned porn actress as I knelt between her skinny splayed legs.  I wasn’t too worried about her hymen, since I figured she’d taken that out with her new toy.  My God, I thought as I looked at her pussy—it was pulsing, like it was itself a breathing organism—she was THAT horny!

 

I didn’t get on top of her to enter her; rather I cradled her body with my arms and lifted her from the bed and onto me.  She seemed tighter than Donna so I had doubts I could actually fuck her.  I got about two inches of penetration and knew she was too tight.  I didn’t want to hurt her so I stopped and set her back on the bed.  She looked at me questioningly.

 

“Daddy, what’s the matter?”

 

“Oh honey, you’re a little...too small for my...for me.  I’m afraid I’ll hurt you so maybe it’s not a good idea.”

 

Her expression was one of total disappointment.  “Okay Dad, I guess.”

 

“Hey, I know what we can do.  I know you’ll like this.”  I got up from the bed and went to the dresser and retrieved a bottle of massage oil and a small tube of lubricant I hadn’t touched in years.

 

My cock had wilted a bit but was still stiff enough not to shed the condom.  I got back on the bed and began massaging the oil over Tina’s body.  I purposely stayed away from her pussy, but rubbed the oil everywhere else, concentrating on her little breasts and her thighs.

 

“Daddy...that feels sooooo good,” she crooned as she luxuriated in the massage.

 

I rolled her over and massaged her back and slender ass cheeks with oil, before turning her over again and getting back to work on her chest.  She was cooing and purring and I noticed her legs involuntarily twitch and spread apart.  It’s amazing how nature preprograms our bodies for response to sexual arousal.  I kept massaging and she kept purring.  When her whole body was pink, glistening with an oily sheen, and hot from lust, I snapped open the tube of personal lubricant and spread a dollop between the folds of her swollen pussy lips.  She gasped and began thrusting her hips to meet my fingers as they massaged the lubricant into her already sopping wet vagina.  The two elements—one natural and the other synthetic—blended nicely and she was as lubricated as she would ever be.

 

Remembering the position that had worked well with Donna, I fell on my back and lifted Tina onto my chest and abdomen.  We kissed again, full tongue workout.  My Tina was a fast learner for sure!  As we kissed I reached down between my legs and re-rolled the now loosened condom back fully onto my steel-hard cock.  I broke off the kiss and slid her oil-slick body down to meet my cock.  When the head was at her opening, she did the rest.  She slid further down and took about two inches into her before stopping.  I thought she’d hesitated from pain or caution, but she moved again and took another inch as she began the natural rhythmic thrust that must be ingrained in humanity since the beginning of time.

 

I thought again of how tight Donna had been, but Tina was a whole new definition of virgin tightness.  She wasn’t getting all of me into her vagina but it didn’t seem to matter much to her.  She slid up then down on top of me, making those small kitten-like mewling sounds that were so cute, rubbing her nipples against me for extra effect.

 

I didn’t realize I was about to cum until I was filling the condom.  She must have felt me ejaculate since her rhythm grew faster and she started to moan and chatter.

 

“Daddy...Daddy...this is good!  I felt you!  I felt you!  Ooooohhhh, I love you Daddy!  I want more!  More, Daddy!”

 

Until today, she hadn’t called me Daddy in ages.  I imagined many girls had fantasies about having sex with their fathers but few ever do, except maybe in porn movies.  I was fucking my daughter—well more accurately right now, she was fucking me!  I was overcome with many sensations.  Though I had cum, my cock didn’t wilt very much.  What softening may have happened just facilitated her in taking me deeper.  She was moaning and chattering louder as she neared orgasm.  The cum-filled condom began sliding up and down over my shaft, adding a new sensation to the stroking her vagina walls were giving me.  I wondrously felt another ejaculation building within me.

 

Okay, enough of this sliding; my baby was going to experience real woman fucking.  I lifted her upper body so she was upright and in the saddle.  Her coltish legs straddling me, I thought I’d have to get her started but thank you Mother Nature—she instinctively began bouncing up and down on my cock like a pro.  This was tight yet full penetration!

 

“Oh...Oh...Oh...Daddy...Daddy...Oh...Arrrrrrr-Eeeeeeeeee!”

 

It was the true ‘big one’ this time.  I wasn’t quite sure when it began or ended, she just kept cumming.  She convulsed and wailed, all the while rocking her girl hips to the eternal beat of orgasmic wonder.  I was incredibly deep when I came again.  She felt my spasms, for she wailed even louder as another giant convulsion overcame her.

 

After an eternity she collapsed on top of me again, muttering over and over “Daddy...Oh, Daddy, I love you, I love you.”

 

My sweet daughter spent the night in my bed.

 

Sometime in the early hours of the morning I awoke to a small hand encircling and lightly stroking my cock.  It was stiff and getting stiffer.

 

“Hi, Dad,” she whispered.  “Thank you so much.  I never felt so good, so special.”

 

I whispered back, “You didn’t need sex with me to be special.  You’re the most ‘specialistic’ creature on this planet.”  She giggled—oh how I love that giggle!  A little louder now, I added, “And you don’t have to thank me.  Making love to you was the most fantastic, most natural thing in the world to do.”

 

“Can we do it again?”

 

My cock was like a rock.  I needed no further inducement.

 

Condom unrolled; Tina on her hands and knees; me behind her.  Her tightness was exhilarating.  I made long, slow thrusts at first.  She glanced back to look at me with the dreamiest expression on her face—love and trust slowly morphing to burning lust.  My hands on either side of her narrow hips, I pounded into her. 

 

Every time I struck her ass she sang her song. “Ooh...Aah...Ooh...Aah...”

 

I came, and she did seconds later.  The sound of her orgasmic cries will forever be burned into my memory.

 

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(A few years later)

 

I bet you think I fucked my Tina every day?  If you thought that, you’d be dead wrong.  I loved my daughter more than life itself and it wouldn’t have been healthy for her to remain her father’s lover.  I taught her the meaning of sex along with its mechanics, and part of maturing is finding your place in the world as well as that special soul mate.  A sexual relationship with her dad would only screw her up for good.  I knew one day she would find a man to love and I wasn’t going to get in the way as part of some sick love triangle.  She was mature enough to handle what we did.  She was my pride and joy and I loved her immensely.

 

I didn’t say we never had sex after that first night.  Every once in a while when one of life’s little crises hit her, she would come into my bed and we would make love to soothe her injured psyche.  She kept me young.

 

One summer Donna’s family moved away.  Before she left, she told me how special that night in Cabo had been and how thankful she was for the week with Tina and me.  She was a sultry teenaged beauty by then, but to me she would always be that innocent seductress in braces, on the condo patio at the tip of the Baja, showing me an alluring prevue of her young pussy.

 

Tina said she wanted to go back to los Cabos for another vacation.  She giggled (she still does so beautifully) and said she wanted to go back to the nude beach and show off her ‘new’ body.  As a teenager, she’d filled out nicely as I knew she would, with fine breasts and a beautiful round ass.  Yep, just like her mother.

 

“Maybe this time I will go off with some young hunk that picks me up,” she said, exaggeratingly batting her eyelashes.

 

“And maybe this time I’ll stop you and keep you all for myself.”

 

As we often did at moments like this between us, we said in unison “Blame it on Cabo,” before breaking up in laughter, and tightly hugging each other.

 

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