Part Five

"Daddy?"

Even before he looked up from his work, he could tell that Kim had something important on her mind. She always called him Dad or Pops unless it was serious. Whatever it was, it would be a welcome respite from the problem at hand. FEMA had finally begun to insist that certain communes in the area share their resources, and it was his job to find the best way to distribute those resources. Incredibly, some of those commune residents had been just scraping by on four or five meals a day! Who would best benefit from all that extra food?

"Yes, honey?" he replied, setting aside that thorny issue. He noticed that his daughter was still wearing the skirt she'd worn to school, though she'd replaced her usual provocative blouse with a more generic white halter top. Of the two girls, Kim had taken to heart his advice to dress to catch the attention of the soldiers, so they'll remember her when she finally became available. And that date was only six weeks from now.

"Daddy," she came in and stood near him. "I don't think I'm doing it right."

He noticed that she was carrying the cucumber he'd given her to practice her oral skills on. He'd selected a cuke because the skin would show any scars and bruises indicating less than perfect use. From the looks of it, she hadn't been too brutal, but none too gentle either.

"I'm sure you're doing it just fine, honey," he assured her. "And once you get started, the man will tell you how he likes it. You don't have to worry about it."

"But, well, um, Daddy? Can I, um, like, touch it? Yours, I mean. With The Sniper, I never even got to see it, or touch it, or anything? I mean, I need to know about it, right?"

Ted had been expecting something like this for a while. Although he and Terri had been demonstrating the various sexual positions for the last few weeks, his wife hadn't followed up on his suggestion that she work with the girls during the day. Though they knew the mechanics of sex, they were still very ill-prepared. He couldn't send his two girls out to be used by a bunch of men without having them fully prepared.

"OK, honey," he nodded to her. "Better you should find out now rather than later."

He pushed his chair away from the desk and swung around to face her. It felt very bizarre to see his oldest daughter kneel before him and reach out to tug his pants open. He felt a palpable wave of guilt wash over him, to be replaced just as quickly with the cold edge of rationalization. He couldn't think of her as just his daughter anymore. She was a woman about to step off into the abyss, about to enter a world colder and harsher than any in the last 300 years. Her only assets would be her body and her ability to charm, seduce and keep a man to protect her. And it was his job, right now, to get her ready to do it. But even armed with this argument, he still had to close his eyes as his daughter reached in and pulled out his rapidly hardening dick.

His brain filling with erotic and disturbing images, he leaned back in the chair as she tentatively held and squeezed his rod, her fingers running up and down its length with a touch as soft as a feather. He stifled a moan as he felt her mimic the move her mother liked to use, alternately squeezing the base of his cock and massaging the tip with her thumb. Her hands felt delicate and unsure, though her curious fumblings soon had him squirming in his seat.

With his cock hard and hot as a branding iron, he almost yelped with surprise when he felt her virginal mouth softly encase the throbbing head. Like a bee tickling pollen from a flower, her tongue darted up and down his shaft, tasting his musky manhood. The effect was so delicate, so intimate, that he felt as though he was being tortured. Just as the idea to yell "Suck me, dammit," formed in his mind, her velvet mouth surrounded the whole of him, so deep that the head of his cock pressed hard against the roof of her mouth. Slowly, somewhat unsteadily, she built a rhythm, pausing every so often to lash his flesh with her tongue.

Suddenly she pulled away, but before he could give in to the temptation to open his eyes, he heard the distinctive sounds of clothing being removed. She was removing her top. He felt sure of it. Heeding his advice to always show her tits when giving a blowjob. He felt her bare breast press against his pants leg as she took his cock in her mouth again, proving his guess. He longed to look down and see her, but feared that too much of those old taboos still remained.

When she again released his cock from her mouth and hands, and he felt her hair tickle his groin, he knew she'd turned her head to look at something. Or someone. Opening his eyes, he found his wife staring at him with open hatred in her eyes. The wave of guilt in him met head-on with the wave of indignation. They'd talked about this; about their obligation to the girls! That this day might eventually come. And besides, dammit, this was his household to run as he saw fit!

"It's OK, Mom," Kim said from her position in front of him. "It was my idea. I need to know this." Without another word she bent back to her task, kissing the tip of his cock before pushing the whole thing deep between her lips. With a final daggered stare, his wife turned from the doorway and left. Ted reached down and stroked his daughter's hair. In just a few words, she'd avoided an ugly fight and solidified his position as the ruler of the house.

As if aware of his thoughts, his Kim paused in her task, "I'm with you, Dad. And I know there's lots of stuff you need to teach me. But let me do this the way that feels right to me, and you can let me know the right way the next time."

As she went back to work, Ted stared down at her with new eyes. Though her long hair tended to obscure the view, he could still enjoy the way his cock disappeared between her lips, stretching her mouth and leaving lipstick smears on his skin. She held his balls as though handling a fragile egg. And her oral ministrations, though inexperienced, were enthusiastic enough to keep his blood pounding. Down past this point of contact her full breasts softly bobbed, with their hard nipples occasionally impacting his legs; an erotic touch discernible even through the fabric of his pants. Though she still wore her skirt he felt sure she must have removed her panties. Spurred by curiosity, he maneuvered his sock-covered foot between her legs, tentatively probing with his big toe. Responding to his attention, she pulled one hand away and pushed her skirt to the side, revealing that she had indeed removed her panties. Though all he could see was the barest bit of teenage fur, his body responded as though shocked by a live wire.

As he bucked insistently in and out of her mouth, she grabbed him in two hands and literally pumped at him, while her mouth encased the now purple head. At the first spurt of cum she jerked back, then gamefully recovered to suck out and swallow the rest of his load. Murmuring a sigh of pleasure, she lay her head in his lap and absently licked at his still hard cock. Looking down at her, some of his cum still clinging to her lips, the last vestiges of his guilt floated away. He'd make sure she was ready to please any man. In all the ways a woman can.