What's in a Name? Ch. 01

I moved from beside her to lie between her legs. She had the cutest pussy -- just a hint of the bright pink inner lips visible. It occurred to me that the inner lips would probably be completely hidden if she wasn't so aroused. It only took a slight nudge on my part before she spread her legs in anticipation. With her legs spread, the inner lips were fully exposed. I had no trouble locating her clitoris -- it was as prominent as her nipples, pushing the hood completely aside. I also had a clear view of her virginity. I've seen more than a few vaginas, but I don't remember seeing an intact hymen. I lightly traced her opening with a finger and slid it in just past her hymen, watching it stretch slightly, but was careful to avoid tearing it as I removed my finger. I just marveled at the view. The sight was inviting but the aroma was intoxicating. I had to taste her, so I thrust my tongue into her as far as I could and traced her hymen with the tip. I then ran it up between her lips. When I reached the top, I licked a circle around her clit then sucked on it as I had her breasts. She whimpered as she had her first orgasm. I immediately returned to her vagina so I wouldn't miss a drop of her nectar.

When she regained control of her muscles, she pushed me onto my back, and then flipped to lay on top of me for a 69. A few women could flip me like that, but Beth made it look easy. After settling in the new position, the first thing I noticed was the different view of her pussy, one that was equally appealing. Her boyfriend must have given her some pointers about sucking cock, because she clearly knew what she was doing. She immediately took the head into her mouth, and rubbed it with her tongue as she had earlier. She then bobbed her head to take me in long strokes. She wasn't the first woman to deep-throat me, but she was the first to do it without hesitation. As she was sucking me, I was trying to pay attention to her sex. I had full access to her clit by lifting my head slightly. I alternated between licking and kissing it. I could have easily reached her pussy but didn't bother, knowing that her clit was more sensitive. When I told her I was about to cum, she lifted her head just long enough to say "OK." She then took all of me into her mouth and I shot several streams down her throat. I've shot multiple streams before, but never with the complete abandon I had with Beth, and she swallowed every drop. I was still cumming as she lifted her head to breath. "I liked giving David head, but your dick is bigger, and your cum is better. Having you licking me at the same time is incredible. When you came, I had an orgasm too." She glanced at my penis and gave me a puzzled look. "Um, why are you still hard? Whenever I blew David, his cock collapsed after he came."

"I noticed your first orgasm, but was a bit preoccupied and didn't notice the second one. Beth, I'm still hard because you don't realize just how hot you are, and how much you turn me on. I've just had one of the biggest orgasms I can remember, and I want more. You said you wanted me to get into your pants, and I've done that. You also implied that you wanted to give me your virginity. If you're sure -- and I mean that you have no doubts about it, I'm willing to take it. I need to be sure because this is one of those things that, once done, cannot be undone. I don't have a condom with me, but we can get you a pill tomorrow. Are you positive, without a doubt, that that's what you want?" I couldn't believe I was saying this, but I couldn't have prevented myself either. I was still hard only because I wanted her so much. As her father, I was all but telling her to say no, while fervently praying that she wouldn't. Every fiber of my being wanted her to give me permission to make love to her. It was not just fucking. I've long been aware of the difference between the two terms, but I've never experienced the difference to this degree, not even with Cathy.

"That's exactly what I want, but it was something that, even as Beth, I could not bring myself to ask for. I've been aware of the changed chemistry since the very beginning. Like I said that evening, I had been thinking about changing my name. I didn't realize how much I would change -- I'm more confident and more willing to go for what I want -- Joan wouldn't even fold your underwear, and was mortified if you folded hers. As Beth, I can see that you did it because you got a kick out of freaking her out like that. I've mentioned that as 'Beth,' I see you differently than Joan did. The change that most surprised me was that I found you sexually attractive, to the point that I was pretty sure that I wanted to make love with you, especially for the first time. I wanted YOU to take my virginity. I came to that realization a couple weeks ago, and I've been planning this evening for over a week. I added the kiss on the lips to our greeting as a test. The second time we kissed, I almost had to bite my tongue to avoid shoving it down your throat. I bought the morning after pill earlier this week. On the off chance I haven't yet made it clear: Yes, I'm sure that I want to give you my virginity.

"I know that it hurts a bit the first time. I also know that you will be as gentle as possible." She said this with the sweetest smile, but also a look of yearning.

I looked at her and melted. "I will do what I can to be gentle, but I'm not actually an 'expert' in dealing with virginity. I've taken a woman's virginity once before" more than 20 years ago -- with Cathy. But I didn't want to even think of her mother right now. "And I wasn't even aware of it until after the fact" a couple days later actually, when I was loading the sheets into the washing machine. "Full disclosure here, you won't need the morning after pill -- I had a vasectomy shortly after you were born. I only mentioned it to make you consider that aspect of what you're asking. I'm also clean of STD's, but that's something else you need to keep in mind. Next time you're buying 'feminine hygiene products,' you should add condoms and lubricant to the list. You should only have to buy them once, and may never need them -- if a guy is looking for sex, he should already have them. If he doesn't, walk away -- and slapping him as you leave wouldn't be a bad idea. This isn't like my advice for 'Paradise by the Dashboard Lights" -- something you obviously employed with David. I'll just say that it's better to sleep alone that to sleep with someone who doesn't consider your interests. If he questions you slapping him, picture his 'nads as a soccer ball and yourself scoring from a goal kick. As he's squirming on the ground, he'll probably claim that you've made your point just to avoid further damage. It's now up to you to state exactly how he screwed up. As I've told you before, pregnancy is at least a 20-year commitment, and STD's can be a death sentence. If he can't see that, he shouldn't be allowed on the streets. The condoms you buy are for situations when you initiate the activity, and catch him unprepared. If he wasn't expecting sex on a date and you make it clear that you were -- or are at least considering it -- you should have the protection with you in case he doesn't."

Beth looked at me thoughtfully for a moment, before saying "Dad, I'm used to you saying things that seem 'over the top,' but I honestly believe you saved at least my honor, if not my life, just now."

"Thank you, but I doubt I've said anything you didn't already know at some level. Now it's time to get down to practicalities. You've probably been checking the web for all the information you could get. Being single, I probably watch as much porn, if not more, than you or your boyfriend, but I've never seen my favorite position. I want you to lie on your side with your lower leg almost straight, and then lift your other leg up." Her dancing skill came into play as she followed my instructions, and the toes of her raised leg were pointed directly at the ceiling. The discussion about safe sex had kinda' killed the mood but seeing her wide open to accept my cock fixed the problem for me. When she was in position, I straddled her lower leg. Taking another moment to marvel at her sex, I pushed my hard-on down against her thigh and slipped the tip into her. As the head of my cock disappeared inside her, I felt her hymen and paused, savoring the feeling of warm, moist pressure surrounding the head of my cock. I was honest about my lack of experience in 'popping cherries' but I had encountered a few reliable sources that dealt with it (no, 'Playboy' isn't one of them). It's impossible to break a hymen painlessly, but the pain can be reduced. I proceeded slowly, stretching the barrier as much as possible before it finally tore. As soon as I felt it give way, I plunged in completely. As it tore, she let out a little squeak (there was that soccer toughness) followed by a contented sigh. I easily slid my full seven inches into her, then gently pumped her while hugging her raised leg. Even without the hymen, I would have known that she hadn't had sex before. Only virgins (or near virgins) are as tight as she was. After a few thrusts, she was whimpering again, followed by a few deep moans (I somehow knew she wouldn't be a screamer). As she was vocalizing her satisfaction, the rest of her body reacted as well. The response that literally grabbed me was from the muscles of her vagina. Her tight pussy became even tighter with her orgasm, as if it was pumping me. This was more than I could take, and I shot another load -- this time, deep into her sex. Even after cumming a second time, I was still hard and continued my thrusts. I was relishing the feeling of both our secretions flowing around my cock and spilling out onto her thigh, under my balls. She came a second time and again took me with her before I slackened my pace.

After I pulled out, she again climbed onto me and started licking our combined juices off of me. Her pussy was right there, so I started licking. About a week later it occurred to me that there was probably blood from her hymen mixed in that first time, but between my two loads and her juices, it wasn't enough to notice. I had tasted my cum a few times after masturbating, but never mixed with a woman's musky flavor. It was a pleasant combination.

Beth had a similar reaction. "I wondered what a man's cum would taste like with pussy juice, and now I know. It's a pretty good mix. It's also nice to see that you're not finished yet." She said this as I had started to get hard again. She took me completely into her mouth and opened her throat as my erection grew. When it had reached full size again, she let it fall out of her mouth and lowered her head to suck my balls. After that, she started licking the length of my shaft. Both of our fluids were dripping from her vagina and flowing into my eager mouth. I licked her inner lips and then stuck my tongue into her. When I shifted my position to suck on her clit, she came again. When she finished her orgasm, she took me into her mouth again, and sucked until I came again. By this point, I was sufficiently spent that she had no problem holding it in her mouth to swallow.

We French-kissed while enjoying the simple act of hugging each other. It was a cool evening, but we didn't need a blanket. Beth rolled over so I could spoon with her as we both fell asleep, both completely sated.

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