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Subject: {ASSM} STORY: pt.2 "DADDY'S NEW GIRLFRIEND"
Date: Sat,  9 Jun 2001 06:10:02 -0400
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DADDY'S NEW GIRLFRIEND  part 2.

                         By LILSISTER copyright 2001. all rights reserved.


Thelma and Me

      After that first time, seeing my dad and Thelma having secret sex
behind my mom's back, and me, being entrusted with the secret, the wheels in
my head started turning. I began to imagine all sorts of things.really evil
things that I knew was wrong and that God, if I didn't stop doing them and
ask for forgiveness, would surely send me straight to hell. But I couldn't
stop thinking about them and I couldn't help it, but I was so horny I needed
to play with myself sometimes two or even three times a day.

     So I came up with this plan. I should have talked to my dad about it
first, but one night while we were eating dinner, I just blurted it out,
'cause I knew it was perfect and it solved all our problems. I asked my mom,
"Is it ok if I get a horse?"

     My mom laughed. "Sure! As soon as your father earns enough money to buy
you one." Daddy rolled his eyes and shook his head. He was used to the way
my mom belittled him and pretty much just shrugged it off. I knew daddy didn
't have the money to buy me a horse.

     "Well, if I can't buy one, could I at least take riding lessons?" I
asked.

     My mom's smile was gone and she said, as she chewed her food, "Ask your
father."

     I was just about to do that, 'cause my dad looked confused, and I knew
he didn't have the money to pay for that either. But all of a sudden, his
expression changed, like a light bulb got turned on just like in those
cartoons, and I knew he knew what I was up to. Dad and I always had this
thing, like we could read each other's mind, and I think that's one of the
reasons my mom was such a bitch all the time, because she was jealous or
something. He said, "Well, I don't know sweetheart. It costs a lot of money
and I'm not sure we can afford it."

     "Of course we can't afford it," my mom said. "Don't go leadin' the girl
on."

     "Well, like I said," my dad continued, "I don't know. Let me see what I
can do. I'll check around and see if I can find a place that's cheap
 enough." And then he winked at me!

     My plan was not only perfect it was brilliant! And dad, as usual,
understood completely.

     Now he and I hadn't spoken about the incident that first time at Thelma
's the whole week and I was hoping he would, or give me some sign so that I
could bring it up. I wanted to touch him so badly, but he was kind of
distant the whole time and was I beginning to think he was mad at me or
ashamed of me or something. I had to wait a whole week more before he said
anything but finally he did.

     On Friday night, he came home from work and announced, "Emma darlin', I
got a surprise for you!" That got my mom's attention. "I was talkin' with
the guys at work and one of them told me about this place that gives riding
lessons and it don't cost that much either. Well, I called the place and
talked with the owner and she said she'd be willin' to give you free
lessons."

     "Free lessons?" I asked.

     "Free lessons?" My mom repeated.

     "Well, not exactly free. Her name is Thelma and she said you'd have to
do chores around the place in exchange for lessons. Would you do that?"

     "Would I? Of course! O thank you daddy!" And I ran and jumped into his
arms and squeezed him as tight as I could.

     "Ok.now you start tomorrow, so we have to get up early. Chores first,
lessons later."

     I had my arms around his neck and I was kissing his cheek and his hands
were holding my bottom, holding me up, you understand. But my mom apparently
didn't and she said, "Don't you think she's a little old for that?"  My dad
got embarrassed and he put me down. Normally I would have been mad at her
for buttin' in, but I was so thrilled with the thought of watching my dad
and Thelma having sex the next day, that nothing could have angered me. I
went to bed that night, thinking about what I might be seeing tomorrow, and
so turned on I rubbed myself so that I came a half dozen times or so. I knew
I was going to go to hell, but I didn't care! My pussy was more puffy than
it had ever been and I was so wet, I soaked my sheets. It looked like I had
wet the bed! And that was the first time.I remember it clearly.that I
discovered how good it felt to have something inside me. Before that, I just
rubbed myself or rubbed back and forth on something, even occasionally my
dad's leg, though he pretended not to notice and at the time I didn't think
he did. But now that I'm older, I'm positive he knew I was masturbating. He
just let me. He didn't try to touch me or molest me or anything. I didn't
even know what I was doing. All I knew was that it felt good.

     I was pressing on my whole pussy with the tips of my four fingers, and
it felt really good. Different than the way I usually did it, that is,
rubbing my clit. The more I pressed the better it felt. Then all of a
sudden, without me intending to do so, my fingers just slid inside me. And I
thought, God! That felt great! So I did it again, this time on purpose, and
I discovered that it felt better and better the further in I went, until I
came; this huge body-shaking cum! I was hooked. Sometimes I still masturbate
the old way, and that's good too. It depends on what mood I'm in.

     So, after a restless sleep, Saturday morning finally arrived. Me and my
dad hopped in the car and headed out to Thelma's place. I'm thinking and
imagining what would happen once we got there, making up scenarios in my
head of how I thought it would go. But as it turned out, things didn't go
the way either of us thought they would. My dad works maintenance at an
apartment complex and normally, Saturday is his day off. But the guys there
take turns being on call during the weekends, and as it turned out, he got
paged before we got to Thelma's. He dropped me off there, and explained the
situation to her and told us he'd try and be back as soon as he could. Then
he was gone, and it was just Thelma and me.

     Thelma was wearing a pair of those skin-tight cr me-colored riding
pants, and black boots, and a white dress shirt. She was beautiful. She
said, "I just finished my morning ride. Come and help me with Pete." She put
her arm around my shoulder and squeezed a little, and led me over to where
Pete was waiting patiently. He was the stallion I watched pissing the first
time I was there. "This is Emma," she said to him, clutching his bridle. His
big black eye looked at me and you could tell he was a little nervous.

     She told to come closer and breathe into his nostrils. So I got up real
close and I could smell him and I liked it; I opened my mouth and gently
blew into his face and his nostrils flared open, taking me in. "There you
go, baby. See? She likes you," she said to Pete. I reached up and rubbed his
nose. It was the first time I ever touched a horse and his skin there was
unbelievably soft. Then he dropped his head and started sniffing me; down my
belly and up my legs and then right there at my crotch! Then his big pink
tongue licked me there and, though I wasn't really scared, I was surprised
and I jumped back a little.

    Thelma chuckled. "You on your period, Hon?"

     "Not yet. Today or tomorrow probably."

     "He can smell it. He's a horny old horse. Look!" And she turned him
sideways and I could see his penis sliding slowly out of its sheath.

     "Oh My God!" I blurted out. I could feel my face get hot and I knew I
must be blushing. Thelma smiled at me, and gently ran the back of her
fingers over my cheek.

     "C'mon," she said. "Let's get him inside and take care of him. I'm sure
he's dieing to get this saddle off."

     The three of us went into the barn and the thing that struck me the
most was the smell. The hay, the smell of Pete, the leather; everything just
smelled so great! As Thelma began undoing the buckles of the saddle, she
explained to me that it was an English riding saddle and that she preferred
it to western, though she had one of those too. She slung it over the gate,
and then grabbed two brushes. She showed me how to do it and I started at
his neck and worked my way back. Thelma went away for a minute, and then
came back with a bucket half filled with soapy warm water.

     "Ok," she said, after awhile. "That's enough. Now use this here,"
handing me the pail, "and wash his penis."

     She said it so matter-of-factly, like it was the most natural thing in
the world, that I did what she told me. "Is there a sponge or something?" I
asked her.

     "Just use your hands," she said.

     I dipped my hands into the warm water and then reached up under Pete
and touched it. I can't begin to tell you the incredible feeling I had,
being able to hold that thing in my hands! It was already hanging out a foot
or so and I slid my hands up and down it, lathering him up good. And as I
was doing this, more and more of his penis began sliding out, and when it
got to be about two feet long, it stopped, but instead of getting longer, as
I slid my hands all over that huge cock, it started to grow the other way;
that is, it grew fatter.

     "Now don't forget to wash his balls," Thelma said.

     So I dipped my hands into the water again and did his balls. "Gently,
now," she told me.

     And then, as I was concentrating my attention to his balls, she took
over on his cock. She got down on her knees and scooted under him, and I
noticed that she didn't use the water, but just her hands. Then she did
something that totally shocked me. She leaned forward and put it in her
mouth!

She used her mouth on Pete like she did with my dad. Not much could fit in
her mouth; only three or four inches, but she massaged the rest of his cock
with her hands.

     She did this for a few minutes, then she stopped, and she said to me,
'Do you want to give it a try? He tastes so good!"

     She didn't need to ask me twice. Of course I wanted to! I was dieing to
have that thing in my mouth. Actually, I had only done that a few times in
my life, that is, suck on a boy's penis. It was with a boy that went to our
church. We were both pretty young and I don't think he had any hair down
there yet. And he didn't have any of that white cum like my dad does yet
either.

     I got down under Pet next to Thelma, with my legs tucked under me and
she held it for me as I began to lick it. I loved the pungent smell of it,
and the taste was indescribable! Then I got brave enough and slid as much of
his huge cock into my mouth. Thelma was reassuring. "That's it, honey. Don't
be afraid. You just keep on doing what you're doing and I'll work on him up
here."

     So while I sucked on the end of his cock, Thelma was sliding her hands
up and down the entire length of his shaft. This went on for maybe five or
six minutes, then I noticed, inside my mouth, the tip of his cock started to
flare out, getting bigger and bigger inside my mouth. I realized I couldn't
get my mouth off his cock if I tried. Thelma saw what was happening and she
said, "You're ok. He's about ready to cum. Just wait till he's done and it
will get smaller and you'll be able to take it out again." Her calm voice
had the right effect on me. I relaxed and waited for that milk to fill my
mouth. Then it happened! He squirted the back of my throat and I swallowed
as much as I could, what seemed like a quart, but I couldn't get all of it.
And then he did it again! And then again! And it seemed like he would never
stop. Thelma was still sliding her hands all over his cock, trying to
squeeze every last drop out of him. My first taste of cum! Not man-cum, mind
you. But  horse-cum, and I loved every drop of it!

     Then just as Thelma said, the tip of his cock stopped flaring out and
went back to normal pretty quickly. "There," Thelma said. "You can stop now.
Be careful, though. Careful with your teeth. He's still pretty big. And very
sensitive."

     Slowing, I pulled my mouth off Pete's cock and it came out with a "pop"
.. Thelma and I crawled out from under him and I, exhausted, sprawled out on
the floor of the barn on my back. "You did wonderfully!" Thelma told me, as
she hovered over me, looking down at my cum-covered face.

She then took my head in her two hands and kissed me full on the lips! I
couldn't believe she was doing this. I was no lesbian, I was thinking. But
at the same time, I didn't mind it at all. She drove her tongue into my
mouth and licked me inside and then she began to lick all the cum off my
face. She was like a wild woman! It was as if she hadn't eaten in days. She
cleaned me off with her tongue and then finished with a gentle kiss on my
lips, which this time, I kissed her back.

     "Now it's your turn," she said.

     She put my arms up over my head and slowly ran her fingers down my neck
and over my breasts and down my belly, where she stopped at the top of my
jeans. She undid my pants and slipped them over my hips and bottom. She took
off my sneakers and then completely removed my jeans.  I spread my legs on
my own wanting her to touch me down there, wanting it so badly, I though I
would burst from the aching. But she didn't touch me. Instead, she leaned
forward and drove her tongue into me! I thought I was going to die. That was
the first time anyone had ever done that to me, and it was incredible. A few
feet away, Pete was still standing where he had been. His penis was still
hanging out a little and he was watching us almost as if he understood what
was going on. He brought his face down to mine and while Thelma devoured my
pussy, I inhaled Pete's warm breath and then I came! There are no words to
describe what I was feeling at that moment. It was almost too much for me.
Almost painful, in a way. But looking back, I wouldn't trade that morning
for anything in my life.

     After it all, I got dressed and fed Pete and then turned him out.
Thelma and I walked back to the house and into the kitchen, and I just sat
there watching her as she made us something to eat. She was the most
incredible woman I had ever met. I could now understand completely why my
dad wanted her. At that moment, I made up my mind: I wanted to be just like
her. I wanted to be this whole, complete, free, beautiful woman that she
was.

     I was in love.
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