Copyright © 1998,   Clayton.  ALL Rights Reserved



Babysitting Gemma - Part 2 
By Clayton

A foot nudging mine some time later brings me muzzily back to consciousness, and I look 
blearily up to find Laura grinning down at me.

"If she were a few years older, I'd have to call that a compromising position." she 
chuckles.

"Huh what?" I ask still half asleep.  Shaking my head, I follow the direction of her gaze 
downwards.

At sometime during the evening, Gemma had turned her face inwards.  Worse still, her 
breath, had teased my unrestrained cock into a semblance of hardness within my shorts, 
raising a large, embarrassing, and altogether damning tent in the lightweight fabric.

"Oh God!" I groan, too shocked to move. "I'm so sorry.  I wasn't, I mean I didn't mean too.  
Her room was hot.  I'm Sorry.  I swear I didn't hurt her.  I'm so sorry." I babble, nearly 
confessing, before I catch what she is saying.

"Relax Geoff." she half giggles, half soothes me, "I'm not accusing you of anything.  It's 
perfectly natural, especially at your age.  Christ the only way you could keep my ex's down 
was with duct tape and he was ten years older than you."

"Actually it looks kinda sexy in a nasty perverted sort of way." she giggles, "What with 
that stuck in her face, and your hand in her undies."

"Oh shit!" This time I jump, as I realise that my thumb had caught in the waist band of 
Gemma's knickers, pulling them half off her bum. "I really am sorry." I apologise, 
snatching my hand away.

"Uh-umm" Gemma murmurs, disturbed by my violent movement, lifting her head from my lap to 
look blearily back over her shoulder at her mother. "Mummy you're home."

"Hi Gemmy," Laura says, "did you have a good time with Geoff?"

My heart almost stops beating, as I realise that she'd asked her question at the worst 
possible time. Since being half asleep, Gemma could say anything.  "Uh-huh," the little 
girl nods, "we played under the sprinkler and had lots of fun." I live again, as Gemma sums 
the afternoon and evening up in one innocuous sentence.

"Mummy, why is there a big lump in Geoff's shorts?"

I could kiss her for that innocent sounding question, even as I feel my flush descend to my 
navel.  Since answering it, will go a long way towards covering the knowledge I'd already 
given her. "Well Mummy?" I grin, up at Laura, whose red face matches my own.

"Uh-, Uh, I'll tell you when you're properly awake." Laura stammers.

"I'm awake now." Gemma declares.

"No you're not." Laura says firmly, "You're going right back to sleep young lady,  It's way 
too late to begin a discussion like that now."

"Does it hurt?" the naughty little girl asks curiously, her hand coming up toward my cock 
as if to feel it.

"No it doesn't hurt." I tell her, gently intercepting her hand. "Your mummy's right, it's 
way too late to talk about it now.  She'll tell you in the morning."

"Promise?" Gemma turns her eyes to her mother.

"Thanks." Laura mutters, glaring darkly at me.  To her daughter she says, "Yes I promise.  
Now bed. You're room should be cool enough by now."

"Can you carry me Geoff?" Gemma asks innocently, even as she crawls astride my lap and sits 
down with my cock sandwiched between me and her panty clad little pussy.

"Uhf." I grunt.  Catching sight of Laura's broad grin, I stop before I carry out my 
original intention of tossing the cocksucking little tease halfway across the room.  
Instead, I rise and simply hitch her up above the offending appendage.

"However the little slut has one last string to her bow. "Ooh," she giggles, "That made my 
special place feel funny.  Can you do it again?"

I almost drop her in my shock, and after an initial open mouthed gasp, Laura burst out 
laughing, barely maintaining enough presence of mind to gasp, "No he can't!"

"I think tomorrow should prove an interesting experience." Laura chuckles a few minutes 
later as we head back for the lounge, sans one very naughty little girl.

"I wish you the best of luck." I say with an answering laugh.

"Oh no, you're not getting out of it that easily you coward." she cries, reaching across to 
flick her finger past the apex of the tent in my shorts. "This started the problem, and now 
you can still stick around to help deal with it."

"Thanks, not." I grimace at her.

"You're welcome." she giggles.

Splitting my second bottle, we sit down opposite each other, nursing our glasses in 
companionable silence.  Suddenly Laura giggles, and waves at my lap, "Doesn't that thing 
ever go down?"

"Well you could help me out." I challenge boldly.

Then as her expression registers shock, I berate myself, 'That's screwed it.  And there 
goes my job, probably all of my jobs, when she tells the others.'

A moment or so later, the corners of her mouth quirk upwards. "Hmmm maybe we could get that 
little problem out of the way now, since Gemma's going to be enough of a problem tomorrow."

"Sort of like 'spank the monkey'?" I venture hesitantly.

"Oh I think we can manage a bit more than that." she purrs as she puts her glass aside and 
rises to cross the room.

'Oh shit what do I do now?' I ask myself panicking.  Christ, Laura was one hell of a sexy 
woman, only a few years older than myself, and despite my preference for much younger 
girls, she'd fuelled more than one of my solo fantasies in her own right.  But she *was* 
sexy, and experienced.  My cock was too small.  She was going to laugh at me.  I didn't 
really know any thing except what I'd read.  In my panic, it escaped me that I'd been more 
than successful with her daughter only a few hours earlier, but even if I had I would have 
dismissed it since there's a world of difference between a five year old girl and her 
twenty-two year old, sexually experienced mother.

"You've never done this before have you?" Laura asks me softly, taking my sweaty hand and 
holding it gently.

"Uh no." I admit, "I'm scared I won't do it right."

"Geoff," she says softly, "a girl doesn't get too many chances like this.  If anything I 
should be the one who's scared she'll screw up."

"But what if I don't...  I mean, what if you don't..." I stumble over the words.

"I don't think you have to worry about that." she chuckles, "Look at my tits, and I think 
my panties would stick if I threw them at the wall.  Virgins are pretty exciting stuff."

Lifting my eyes from my lap for the first time since this conversation had started, I 
venture a glance sideways.  Sure enough beneath her blouse, Laura's nipples are hard enough 
to show even through the fabric of her bra.  While not large, her breasts are still a 
pleasant handful, that I'd often dreamed about.  And I'd seen them bouncing beneath her 
robe often enough in the mornings to know that they didn't sag.

While I'd been staring at the floor, she'd slipped a couple of buttons from their holes, 
and I could see a faint pink flush descending the slope of her breasts, disappearing 
beneath the lacy scalloped edge of her bra.  And now that I was noticing her, rather than 
dwelling on my lack of experience, I realise that my nostrils are filled with the heady, 
almost overpowering odour of a woman in heat.

Hesitantly, I allow my eyes to lift upwards to her face, finding it lightly suffused with 
blood, while a fine sheen of sweat beads her forehead.  But it is her eyes that catch my 
attention and hold it.  Her pupils are fully dilated, surrounded by only the narrowest of 
blue rings.

I turn toward her and almost hesitantly lift my free hand.  Slipping it beneath the 
luxuriant cascade of pale blonde hair I cup the back of her neck.  I pause, gauging her 
reaction, and finding what I hope is an invitation in her eyes, I pull her gently towards 
me.  Her lips part slightly as I close the distance, and her sweet breath wafts over me as 
our lips merge in a soft, sucking, tongueless kiss.

"Oh my!" she breathes as we part, "I don't think you have anything to worry about?"

I give her a puzzled look and she explains, "You did that just right, a girl doesn't like 
her tonsils licked with her first kiss."

"Oh!" I say, "I just did what felt right."

"Well trust your feelings, and I think you'll do just fine." she murmurs, snaking her hand 
behind my neck and pulling my lips back to hers.

Softly at first, we suck gently on each other's lips, our hands entwining in each others 
hair, as our osculatory activity intensifies.  Moaning softly, she allows her hand to slip 
downward and press against the bare skin between my shoulder blades, pulling herself 
against me as she hungrily devours my mouth.

I follow her lead, letting my hand wander caressingly down over her shoulders to trace the 
outline of her bra strap through the thin fabric of her blouse.  I pause with my fingertips 
hovering lightly over the fastening.  Her half lidded eyelids come open and then descend in 
what I take to be both acknowledgment and permission.

With a practiced move I pinch the strap over the join, causing it to part and slip away.  
Squeaking with surprise, she pulls back and looks into my eyes, but before I can apologise 
for what I think to be my misinterpretation of her signals, she giggles, "That's a slick 
trick, where'd you learn to do that."

"The fruits of a misspent youth and a rather puerile sense of humour." I chuckle.

"Huh?"

"I used to think it was funny to do it to the girls at school." I grin, "The other boys 
snapped bra straps, I opened them."

"So you were the pimply little shit, everyone was talking about." she exclaims, leaning 
back to closely examine my face, "Yes it is you, but you've changed a lot.  I think one of 
my classmates decked you didn't she?"

"She did." I chuckle reminiscently, "I guess that means we went to school together."

"I suppose it does." she agrees, "You know, I think just about every girl in the school 
knew you on sight.  Not a bad accomplishment for a year seven kid in his first term, though 
it's good to see you've changed."

"Yeah, well you might say your friend was instrumental in bringing about that change.  Back 
then I knew I wanted to get girls to notice me, but lord know what I would have done if one 
had.  I thought this," I wave my hand at my groin, "was put there for the specific purpose 
of embarrassing me."

"Oh we noticed you all right." she chuckles, "But I don't think you would have appreciated 
the attention that some of us were considering.  A few of the girls were going to use the 
bras you seemed so fond of to hogtie your scrawny naked body and leave you in the middle of 
the footy oval.  Lucky for you, Christie got to you first and your reign of terror was 
ended."

"Christie?" I gape, "That wouldn't be Janice's mum?"

"The one and the same." Laura laughs, "Small world isn't it?"

I'll have to thank her." I chuckle, "I don't think I could have survived the alternative."

Reaching into the right hand sleeve of her blouse, Laura pulls the shoulder strap of her 
bra down over her arm and extracts the garment from her left sleeve.  "There, that's 
better." she smiles, "Now where were we?"

This time the only thing between me and her bullet like nipples is the thin synthetic 
fabric of her blouse.  As Laura's lips latch hungrily onto mine, the stiff rubbery points 
dig into my chest, her small breasts crushed flat between us.

Trailing my fingers up and down her spine, I inch closer to the waistband of her short 
black uniform skirt, lightly scratching her back through the fabric of her blouse.  Pausing 
I gather a small handful of fabric and wait.  Once again her eyes give me the go ahead, and 
I tug her blouse free of her skirt.

For the first time my fingers touch her bare skin as I slide them beneath her blouse.  Then 
just as I'd teased her daughter several hours before, I barely brush my fingertips across 
her skin as I work my way upwards, feeling shivers of reaction ripple beneath her skin.

Without breaking the lock her lips have on mine, Laura tugs at her blouse, freeing the rest 
of the hem from her waistband when my arm binds in the fabric.  A moment later her lips 
part a little more, and she moans silently into my mouth when I reward her by dragging my 
fingernails lightly down the length of her spine.

Then as my fingers resume their teasing caress of her back, Laura slides her hand between 
us, fumbling the rest of her buttons open, and tugs the fabric from between us, leaving the 
garment hanging loosely from her shoulders.  With her hardened nipples digging into my 
chest, she squirms beneath my grazing touch, her breath huffing lightly across my cheek as 
she tilts her head and opens her mouth wide, inviting my tongue within.

As our tongues entwine in an intimate embrace as close as the one our bodies hold, I slowly 
work my hands back and forth across her back, just below her jutting shoulder blades, each 
pass coming closer and closer to her sides.  Finally my fingers pass under her arms, just 
as hers creep into the waistband of my shorts.

As her fingers creep teasingly into my arse crack, my thumbs brush over the soft swell of 
the sides of her breasts, raising goosebumps with their feather like teasing.  Across her 
back I still allow my fingernails to sooth the itch my lightly stroking fingers have 
induced, but the only touch her breasts know is the inflaming caress of my thumbpads.

Groaning into my mouth, she clenches her fingers digging her fingernails into my buttocks, 
fighting the inflamed, response to my burning fingers.  Finally though it becomes too much 
and she pulls back, wrenching her hands from my shorts and grasping my wrists in a vice 
like grip.  "Stop fucking teasing me!" she hisses, dragging my hands around to place them 
palm down over her breasts.

Relenting, I sooth the itch with my finger tips, cupping the resilient oranges sized mounds 
in my palms as I gently knead them.  Opening my fingers, I allow her breasts to rest in the 
curve between thumb and forefinger, and slowly close my hands, trapping her chocolate brown 
nipples, and gently tugging them away from her chest.

With a shrug of her shoulders Laura divests herself of her blouse, leaving both of us naked 
from the waist up.  As I drink in the sight of her firm, high breasts, capped with tight, 
crinkled, milk chocolate areolae and stiff, fruit drop nipples, Laura says wonderingly, 
"Jesus Geoff, for a guy who's supposed to be a novice, you sure know what a girl likes."

"I just let your reactions guide me and worked up from the sort of back rub I'm always 
giving the kids." I reply.

"No wonder the little shits all want to marry you." she giggles, "Gemmy said you were a 
good backscratcher, but I had no idea.  What a really meant though, was you seem to be 
willing to take your time, and let things go at their own pace.  Too many guys, young and 
old, (not that I've tried that many, but girls do talk) anyway they work along the lines; 
grab her tit, grab her arse, climb on, and climb off."

"I guess it's the same as when I'm looking after the kids.  I like making other people 
happy.  The only difference is how I make them happy." I reply.

"I'd hope so." she chuckles, "Though you seemed happy enough with my daughter drooling all 
over your cock."

'Oh god if she only knew.' I think. however, in what I hope is a properly shocked tone, I 
cry out "For God's sake Laura!  We were asleep."

"Oh I know that." she giggles, "But she looked as contented as I've ever seen her, and you 
had a smile like you wouldn't believe plastered across your face.  I know it's kind of 
perverted, but it looked as sexy as anything.  That's why it was so much fun teasing you."

"Yeah well your teasing nearly gave me a heart attack." I grin.

"To go with the hard attack that you already had." she giggles.

"I wish that had never happened." I groan.

"Really?" she questions archly, thrusting her chest forwards for emphasis.

"Well the outcome is certainly gratifying." I admit, reaching across to give her right 
nipple a tweak, "But the next mother who finds me with my cock stuffing their daughter's 
mouth might not be as understanding."

"Oh!" she squeaks funnily. "That just conjured up the most perverted image."

"I can imagine." I say, "But what if it happens again for real."

"Again?" she asks directing a sharp look at me.  Then relaxing, "Oh you mean getting caught 
like I found you?"

"Yes." I nod.

"Oh I think I can find a way or two for you to keep your little head down." she chuckles. 
"Are you interested?"

"Not if they involve duct tape." I reply with a mock wince.

She giggles and says, "What I have in mind shouldn't be quite as painful as that.  You 
might even get to enjoy it."

"Promise you'll be gentle." I simper like a nervous bride.

"Well that's not something you hear a guy say every day." she chuckles. "O.K. I promise.  
Now where were we?"

"Well to tell you the truth, I was seriously contemplating a return to infancy." I reply 
while staring at her breasts.

"That sounds like fun." she grins, arching her back.

But when, I begin to lean over her, she gets a slightly panicked look in her eye, "No 
wait." she cries, "Let me grab a quick shower first.  I must stink to high heaven."

"You smell fine to me." I reply leaning close and inhaling deeply.

"Bull shit." she says distinctly "I've just spent the last eight hours serving drinks in a 
stinking bar.  I smell like stale beer, cigarettes, and about two hundred sweaty blokes.  
Not to mention my own contribution.  I've got to be fruitier than the Madis Gras."

"Well now that you mention it, there is a hint of fag about you." I deadpan.

"Oh God!" she snorts, "That's terrible."

[Author's note: A fag is a cigarette in British slang, and we Aussies sort of swing either 
way.]

Suppressing giggles, she peels herself off the couch with an exclamation. "Oh god I am 
wet!"

I wipe my finger across the damp leather and pop it into my mouth.  "And tasty." I inform 
her.

"And even better when it's not mixed with sweat." she replies smugly. "Why don't you wait 
for me in my room."

"I'll just clean up here first." I tell her, gathering up our empty glasses and, the half 
full bottle of stale beer.

"Good with his hands and considerate too." she murmurs as if to herself, but loud enough to 
be sure that I hear, "I might just keep him."

While Laura showers, I quickly rinse the glasses and the tea dishes, then make my way 
through the laundry to get rid of a little used beer.  I find the door to the bathroom 
standing open, and through the frosted glass of the shower cubicle, I see the shadowy 
outline of Laura's body.  A body which I hope to be seeing a lot more off in the very near 
future.

Shrugging at the open door, I face the pedestal and let go, releasing a powerful stream of 
piss into the bowl.  Then just as I shake the last drops free and reach for the button, 
Laura's voice lifts above the hiss of the shower, startling me. "It's always amazed me how 
you blokes seem to piss forever."

"It's an evolutionary trait." I say jokingly, "We got sick of lifting the toilet seat all 
the time so we grew bigger bladders so we wouldn't have to do it as often."

"And I thought it was because you didn't have all your plumbing stuffed up inside you." she 
giggles, "Silly me."

"We'll it's an interesting theory," I say, "but it just doesn't fit the facts.  Stand back, 
I need to run the water for a sec."

"And what might the facts be?" she asks, as I dampen a cloth and give my cock a quick wipe.

"Blokes are lazy." I answer.

"Now *that* I can believe." she chuckles, "Are you finished with the water?"

"Yep." I reply.

Leaving Laura to finish washing, I grab a couple of condoms from the bag in my room and 
shove them into the pocket of my shorts.

Feeling selfconscious about my underachieving prick, I keep my shorts on when I slip 
between the sheets of Laura's bed a minute later.  Nervously, I pick at the edge of the 
sheet, while I wait.

Fortunately for my peace of mind, and also for Laura's linen, the wait isn't too long.  
With a towel wrapped around her body, the bottom edge of which just covers her pubis, she 
enters patting at the damp ends of her hair with another towel.  "You've made yourself at 
home I see." she smiles. "Shall I leave the light on?"

"Please." I stammer.

"Ready?" she asks.

"I guess so." I reply nervously.

"It's all right, I don't bite." she reassures me soothingly, adding after a short pause, 
"Hard.  Just be like you were in the lounge and take your time, and you'll do just fine."

Smiling gently, she loosens the towel concealing her body and lets it fall to the floor, 
standing there in all her glory.  Slightly damp honey blonde hair frames a narrow, slightly 
triangular face, draping over her shoulders, falling to just above the upper swell of small 
milk chocolate tipped breasts, which stand high and proud upon her chest with not even a 
hint of sag marring their beauty.  Her smooth flat tummy, shows no evidence of the daughter 
she has borne.  Below it, a tiny tuft of honey coloured curls marks the beginning of her 
bared slit.  Her shaven pussy lips are plump and full, and her inner labia are not in 
evidence.

"Well?" she giggles, after enduring my open mouthed stare for the best part of a minute.

"Are you sure you're legal?" I gasp, amazed at her incredibly youthful body.

"Well you sure know how to flatter a girl." she replies with a smile.  Reaching for the 
sheet, she murmurs, "Now let's have a look at you.  Hmmm, things aren't going to progress 
very far if you keep those on."

Steeling myself, I make my admission, "Uh, I'm not exactly...uh..."

"Oh!" she whispers in understanding, "I wouldn't worry about it too much, I chose my last 
boyfriend that way, and got what I deserved.  You're gentle, smart, and so far you've shown 
an incredible natural talent for making a girl feel good, keep that up and you'll be fine.  
And from what I saw earlier, there's enough of you to work with, and I'm not exactly loose 
as a goose."

Reassured that I'm not going to be laughed at, I reach for the waistband of my shorts.

"No let me." Laura says stopping me.

Climbing up onto the bed, she kneels beside me, bending to brush her lips softly over mine, 
"No, just relax." she whispers against my lips, her sweet minty breath wafting over me, as 
I reach up to encircle her head.

Her lips caress my chin, my throat, and my chest as she works her way down my body with a 
series of soft nibbling kisses.  Pausing briefly, she briefly darts from one side to the 
other, her tongue flicking out over my nipples, making them crinkle and harden.  Lower down 
my cock stirs in anticipation.

Teasingly, her tongue traces the line of my lowermost ribs before she resumes laying a 
trail of soft kisses down the centreline of my body.  Reaching my navel, she circles it 
with her tongue, making the muscles of my abdomen tense up as I fight not to fold up around 
her head.  But to no avail, she thrusts her tongue deep into the small depression and with 
a suppressed shout I lift almost into a sitting position.

Grinning up at me, she shoves me back down and continues her journey, reaching the 
waistband of my shorts all too quickly.  Again I tense up, this time with a mixture of 
anticipation and fear.  "Relax Geoff." she whispers, her breath tickling the hairs on my 
stomach.

Shuffling a little lower, she takes hold of the waistband and tugs downwards. "Lift your 
bum." she giggles.

"Sorry." I mutter, raising my hips.

She tugs again, and they slip down to mid thigh, my half hard member, lazily lifting until 
it points at my right hip.

Anxiously, I await her reaction, to the less than average weapon at my disposal.

"Oh Geoff!" she says softly, "You've got nothing to be ashamed of.  You might not be John 
Holmes, but if you wield what you've got with anything like the skill you've got in your 
hands, you won't have any trouble keeping the girls very happy."

With single smooth motion, she pulls my shorts off over my feet and crumples them up to 
toss them on the floor.  But feeling something, she digs into the pockets, coming up with 
the foil wrapped condoms.

"Well you do come prepared for any eventuality." she chuckles, "Though it might be a few 
years before you need one of those with the girls you usually spend your evenings with."

"Lunch box, thermos, and one triple thick condom, because you never know." I recite in my 
best squeaky dweeb voice.

"Dwayne Dibbly." she laughs delightedly, "I love that show." [Red Dwarf]

"Me too." I grin, "And like he said, you never know.  And it looks like I might just have 
got lucky."

"Maybe you did." she smirks back. "But you can save these for another time if you want.  
I'm on the pill and I promise you that I'm clean.  I had myself checked out after my latest 
disaster."

"You trust me?"

"If I can't trust a virgin, who can I trust?" she chuckles warmly, and makes the final 
decision for me, shorts and condoms hitting the floor together.

"Now where were we?" she asks herself, "Oh yes, waking up your little pussy pleaser.  This 
should do the trick."

With no more warning than that, she engulfs the glans with her lips and swallows.  No warm 
up or anything, just the head somewhere past the back of her tongue and her lower lip 
kissing my balls.  "Oh Faaaaaaark" I groan as what feels like a pint of blood heads south, 
and my prick pulses to full hardness in the oven like heat of her mouth and the velvety 
grip of her throat.

Twice more she works the muscles of her throat around my throbbing glans, and pulls back 
with a loud sustained slurp, letting my almost painfully rigid prick slap wetly against my 
belly.  Flicking her tongue out she teases my already tightening sack for a few seconds, 
and directs a wicked grin up the length of my body. "There I think that did the trick."

"Lady," I reply, "the day that it doesn't call a priest because the only thing left for the 
poor bloke will be the last rights.  Another thirty seconds of that and it would have been 
game over."

She giggles, looking pleased at my compliment.  "Oh no," she murmurs wickedly, "'Then it 
would have been time for the second innings."

"I think I'd like to spend a little longer at the crease thankyou." I grin.

"Lover," she giggles, "I'm going to make you eat those words."

"With the greatest of pleasure." I reply.

"Do you mean that?" she asks in surprise.

"Yes of course I do." I reply, "Why do you ask?"

Suddenly, Laura is the one who is unsure of herself.  She crawls up beside me, and rests 
her head on my shoulder, pulling my arm about her. "I guess, because I've always gone 
looking for the wrong thing in a relationship."

I must have stiffened at the last word, because Laura quickly says, "No Geoff you don't 
have to worry, I'm not trying to trap you into anything.  It's just I've always used my 
father as the yardstick to compare my boyfriends against.  Which is pretty stupid when you 
think about it, because my father is an out and out bastard, if he's not getting his own 
way, he takes out his temper on the nearest thing to hand.

"But we talked about it at our meetings, and a lot of girls and women do it.  Because even 
when we hate what he's doing, we still love our fathers, and there's this thing in us that 
makes us wonder if it's our fault or our mothers' fault that he's that way.  And when we 
pick a man for ourselves, it's like we have something to prove, either to ourselves or our 
mothers.  Or maybe we think that it's all we deserve.

"After the last time, I swore off men, because no matter what the counsellor, and the 
others said, I guess that I was still blaming myself for the way Garry treated us.  In fact 
it was him hitting Gemma, and I don't mean just a spank for being naughty, I mean he put 
her in hospital with concussion for bumping his elbow and spilling a mouthful of beer.  But 
that was what got me into the group in the first place.

"Fortunately, if you can call something like that fortunate, I was mad as hell at what he'd 
done to Gemma, because I certainly wouldn't have spoken up if he'd done it to me.  I called 
the cops from the hospital, and they put me onto the victims of domestic violence group.

"But I still couldn't get over thinking that if I'd done something different, it wouldn't 
have happened, and if I got into another relationship, I'd do something else wrong, and 
maybe that time, Gemma would be really badly hurt.  And then you came along.  A couple of 
women in the group convinced me that you were really different, I mean you never made 
advances, you were gentle with kids, and Gemma really needed that, and you were young 
enough not to be threatening.

"And then tonight, you made the first known sexual advance." She chuckles. "Well if you 
don't count the hundred or so you made back in year seven."

"But even then it was obviously a joke, and you were immediately sorry, and suddenly I was 
thinking, 'Here's a nice bloke.  You've known him for over a year, and he's always been 
kind, gentle and considerate.'  It was obvious that you were  horny.  And strange as it 
seems, the sight your cock almost in Gemma's face had made me a little horny too, and it 
only got worse, when you were so cool about it.  Oh you were embarrassed about it, but were 
willing to accept the blame, and when Gemma made a pest of herself over it, you kept calm, 
when the sort of bloke I used to go out with, would have either been crude, or would have 
lost his temper.

"So I decided to help you out." she says, "I'm sorry that came out wrong, I'm not offering 
you a mercy fuck, if anything, I'm asking for one.  But we both had a need, and we could 
fulfil that need with no strings attached."

"I wasn't worried that you were trying to trap me," I reply, "just a little surprised.  
Thankyou for telling me your story like that, it must have been hard, and I'd like to think 
I know you a little better for it."

"Actually it was surprisingly easy," she says, "you're a good listener, and I think just 
talking to you like this has started to help me really realise that truly I was only at 
fault for my choices, and not they way those choices turned out.  And tonight, I think I 
made a choice that won't come back to haunt me."

"Thankyou." I say softly, holding her tight, almost possessively. "I'd like to think you 
did too, because you've paid more than enough for other people's."

"Geoff are you...?" she whispers wonderingly.

"I don't know." I reply truthfully. "I know that I don't want to see you get hurt again, 
and since I've known you, I've often dreamed of moments like this, but then they were only 
dreams, and I've always felt too inadequate to think that there was a possibility of 
anything different."

"Oh Geoff." she whispers, "You are everything that a man should be: kind, gentle, loving, 
considerate."

"Skinny, under-endowed, not at all athletic, bookish." I respond, selfmockingly.

"I think I can very well do without the sort of qualities that impressed the blokes who 
made my life hell." She tells me firmly, adding more softly. "I don't know if I love you, 
but I think I could love you given the chance."

Rolling onto my side I, look deep into her eyes. "Let's just take one day at a time and see 
what happens?"

"Kiss me!" Her voice is husky with such a hunger that I do not know if I can satisfy it.

Her arm comes up to encircle the back of my head and draws my lips to hers.  She kisses me 
with a desperate passion that threatens to consume me whole.  Matching her fervour, I 
return the kiss, sucking her lips, gently biting them, drawing her tongue deeply into my 
mouth, and allowing my tongue to be drawn into hers.

My hand caresses her smooth flanks, travelling from behind her shoulder down to her hips, 
coming around to the front as I slide it back up her body.  Cupping her firm, rounded tit 
in my left palm, I gently squeeze, massaging the soft resilient tit flesh with my 
fingertips, but leaving her hard pebbly nipple and the surrounding areola strictly alone.  
She gasps into my mouth, a desperate whine, as I abandon her soft quivering mound, moving 
my finger tips into the hollow at the base of her throat, and tracing a delicate burning 
line with a single finger down the length of her breastbone.

Even as her lips devour mine, she makes a soft pleading noise deep in her throat.  In 
answer, I bring my fingers up to her left tit, cupping it lightly and feeling it quiver 
with each triphammer beat of her heart.  She arches her back, forcing her malleable tit 
flesh into my palm, begging for my touch.  Again I tease her breast with my fingertips, 
gently kneading her soft flesh, but avoiding the chocolaty tip, moving with her gyrations 
as she tries to bring the burning nub beneath my fingers.

"Nooooo!" she whimpers softly as I take hold of her wrists and gently but firmly disengage 
from her lips.  Rising to my knees I look down into her eyes as the plead for my return, 
watching them widen with surprise as I stretch her arms above her head and mime tying them 
together and fastening them to a nonexistent headboard.

Releasing her, I sit back on my heels, shushing her with a fingertip pressed to her lips as 
I look down at her flawless body.  Her medium length honey blonde hair is spread out over 
the sheet forming a golden halo about her triangular face.  Her eyes are half lidded with 
passion, and her lips are moist and swollen with passion.  Delineated by her light coffee 
coloured tan, the white outline of her bathing suit dips low between her firm, highset 
breasts, which quiver like jelly as she draws breath in short panting gasps.  The lines 
rising high over her hips converge in a narrow triangle over her rounded pubis, and account 
for her shaven pussy lips and neatly trimmed bush.

Slightly swollen, and flushed, her tightly closed labia reveal almost no hint of the 
mysteries concealed within, with only a tiny, almost imperceptible dimple widening the 
narrow crease separating them to revel the location of her clit.

As I watch, the muscles of her arms tense and her torso rolls from side to side as she 
accepts the invisible bonds I placed upon her, her pretended struggle giving them reality.

Crouching over her, I touch my fingertips to the insides of her wrists and draw them up her 
arms, testing the bonds imposed only by her will by lightly brushing my fingers over the 
tender skin, stopping just short of her vulnerable armpits.

Gasping, she fights her unseen bonds, her muscles quivering beneath my fingertips, as she 
shakes her head in a mute plea.  A plea which I ignore.  I trail my fingers over the 
sensitive white skin beneath her arms, making her squeal and buck her body in reaction to 
the maddening touch, but her arms remain resolutely stretched over her head.

Smiling my admiration, my fingers lightly touching the curve of her ribs just below her 
armpits, I lower my face towards hers, as she strains her own head upwards, seeking to meet 
my lips with her own.  Teasingly, I wait just out of her reach, chuckling silently as she 
obeys strictures imposed by her imaginary bonds, silently pleading with her eyes for me to 
close the distance and feed the hunger of her desires.

Maddeningly, I allow my lips only the briefest of light caresses against hers, further 
inflaming the passions that burn within her, fanning the conflagration which threatens to 
consume her entire being.  "Nooooo!" she cries desperately as I pull back with a smile, 
drawing my fingertips up the side of her breast, passing just below the pimpled surface of 
her areolae and down onto the sharply defined curve of her lowermost ribs.

"Please?" she begs me.

Lightly, maddeningly, I caress her flanks, across her belly, up to the beginnings of the 
swells of her breasts, and down to just brush past the small tuft of hair atop her mound.  
Smiling, I test her self imposed bonds nearly to the point of sundering, before retreating 
slightly, soothing her itch with a few firm strokes.

"Nooooo Mooorrrre!" she whimpers, as my tormenting fingers resume their maddening passes 
back and forth across the taut, quivering flesh of her belly.  Arching her body, she 
attempts to increase the pressure of my fingertips, but I draw back, waiting for her to 
collapse back to the mattress, and start again.

Bending over her, I bring my lips close enough to her quivering breasts for her to feel my 
breath burning her sensitised flesh between them, but mere millimetres from contact, I 
pause, lifting away as she tries to push herself against me.  As I turn my head to the 
side, my hair lightly brushes over her skin, as I bring my lips to her exposed throat and 
lightly bite down on her windpipe, feeling the vibrations of the moan rising from her lungs 
against my tongue.

"Pleeeeassssse?  I need mooorrre." Her sibilant wail tickles my lips.

Pulling back, I look down on her slender body writhing against the shackles held by her 
will.  Her eyes look back, filled with hunger, pleading release, and also the knowledge 
that I will continue to deny her that release.

A gasp is forced from her lips as I brush my fingers through the soft tuft of hair below 
her belly, the tips passing scant millimetres above the skin lying beneath.  Rising with 
the involuntary upward thrust of her pelvis, I pass over her swollen, cleft mound, and the 
now visible prominence of her engorged clitoris, brining my fingers back down on the 
strained, quivering flesh of her rounded thighs.  From her knees, to her hips I drag my 
tormenting fingertips, passing within millimetres on either side of her distended labia.

Slowly, knowing the torment that she is opening herself up for, she parts her legs, giving 
me access to the baby soft skin of her inner thighs, and revealing the twin ridges of 
reddened, engorged flesh passing back between her legs.  As I watch, the narrow cleft 
separating her labia opens up, and like the petals of a flower, her coral pink inner labia 
unfold from within, glistening with the moisture of her arousal.

Already fragrant with the odour of her excitement, the air is filled with an overwhelming 
blast of pure sex.  My cock and nostrils twitch as the heady effluvium of sex, fills my 
nostrils and sends a message deep into the most primitive parts of my brain, filling me 
with the need to slide myself deep into her waiting body and fill her receptive womb with 
my seed.

Yet I hold back, denying my body the release it so desperately desires.  The moment is 
still Laura's and the time has come to take her a step higher on the ziggurat of her rising 
passions.  Moving down the bed, I kneel between her parted thighs, enjoying the feeling of 
power that fills me as hope flares within her eyes.

Encircling her waist with my hands, I slide them up her body until I encircle the base of 
her rounded breasts.  "Please?" she whispers entreatingly.

"Ohhhhh!" Her breath is released from deep within her lungs as I bring my fingers together 
and gently pinch her turgid nipples, rolling them back and forth and tugging gently on the 
pebbly protrusions.  "Ohhhh yesss!  Thankyou." she cries, arching her back and flattening 
her tits against my hands.

"Ohhh noooo, don't stop." she whimpers a few moments later as I abandon her quivering 
breasts to resume my maddening, fleeting touches up and down her heaving flanks.

"Yess therrrre!" she cries as my fingers hover over her shaven mound, feeling the 
incredible heat radiating from her aroused flesh.

She pushes her hips upwards, sighing with relief when for the first time I don't draw back 
and deny her the contact that she so desperately desires.  Mewling softly, she humps her 
mons up against my fingers, squirming, thrusting, writhing with pleasure.  Yet it is not 
enough, my fingers touch her only at the top of her mound.  Pressing the silky hairs 
decorating her mound flat, one of my fingers rests at the very apex of her slit, 
millimetres from the turgid bulb of her nerve filled clit.  I torment her with the 
knowledge that release lies a match head's width away, and yet remains as unattainable as 
the moon.

Like a junkie, she begs for the drug I am denying her.  "Oh God!  Touch meee.  Pleeeasssse?  
I neeeed it!  Touch meeeee!.  I neeed morrrre.  Come on you bastard!  Give it toooo meeee!  
NOOOOOOO!"

Her final cry rings out as I slide my fingers outwards, onto the heaving swell of her hips, 
curling them around the tops of her thighs, and drawing them down to her knees.  Rolling my 
hands over, I slide the tips of my fingers up the insides of her legs, over the tense, 
chorded muscles of her inner thighs, stopping just as they brush against the hot, slippery 
flesh of her turgid inner labia.

"Oh God don't do this tooo mmeee!" she cries, her voice filled with desperate need, and yet 
her hands remain clenched, her knuckles gently thumping the wall over her head, exactly 
where I placed them nearly twenty minutes earlier.

Barely touching her, I douse the fires already raging out of control within her body with 
oil.  I drag my thumbs the full length of her slick, swollen labia, passing within a hair's 
breadth of her visibly jerking clitoris as I pass up the length of her body.  Over her the 
unyielding plane of her trembling abdomen to the softness of her breasts, and sideways to 
press into the mattress on either side.

Stretching my legs out behind me, I hover over her straining body, manoeuvring my hips to 
rest the tip of my drooling cock atop the searing flesh of her mound.

"Yessss!" she hisses triumphantly, her heels digging into the mattress as she throws her 
pelvis up at me.  My turgid glans sliding the full length of the oily groove separating her 
labia to rest against the volcanic opening between her legs. "Fuck Meeee!"

The bullet like head of my steely member forces her labia apart as I gently rock my hips 
forward, releasing a searing flood of juices to trickle down into the valley between her 
clenched buttocks.  Then making the one of the hardest choices of my life, I pull back, 
Laura's hopeless cry of, "Nooooo!" echoed within my skull, as I deny my body the release 
that it craves almost as desperately as Laura craves hers.

Backing away from her snarling lips, I bring my lips down between her breasts.  Then moving 
from side to side, I lay a trail of burning kisses, on each pass rising a little higher up 
the inner slopes of her cleavage, coming closer and closer to the turgid, straining bullet 
like cones capping each breast.

Finally my lips brush the crinkled, milk chocolate skin of areolae, and a hard, rubbery 
nodule presses into the corner of my mouth.  Beneath me, I feel Laura tense in 
anticipation, and then subside as she prepares for yet another disappointment.  But this 
time is different. I turn my head just a fraction further and seize her nipple between my 
lips.

"Yessss!" she breathes prayerfully, and then as I continue to mouth her turgid teat, she 
begins to babble, "Yess!  Suck my tit.  Suck it.  Don't stop.  Oh God, don't ever stop.  
Bite it.  Chew on my tits.  God yess.  More.  Suck meee!" 

Lashing my head back and forth, I attack her quivering tit flesh with my mouth.  Sucking.  
Biting.  Chewing.  Raising my head and pulling on her nipples, and dropping back to slather 
them with my spittle.  From side, to side I swing my head, sometimes assaulting her senses 
with a tiny nip to each quivering, chocolate tipped globe, then pausing, waiting for a 
whimpering plea before going back and frenziedly mauling her heaving breasts.

Yet again I pause, but this time I ignore her first entreaties, waiting as she becomes more 
and more desperate for my touch, her pleas becoming almost incoherent.  "God no, don't 
stop. Please suck my tits.  Bite me.  Nooo don't stop.  I need morrre."

Then just as I commence a series of nibbling kisses downwards from the base of her sternum 
she cries out, "Do anything you want, just go baaaack." I pausing at her navel as if 
considering her last request, and she goes silent realising the potential enormity of her 
mistake.  Teasingly I begin to retrace my journey, and she begins to babble anew, "Oh no! I 
didn't mean it.  Keep going.  My cunt needs you.  I need your tongue.  God don't stop now.  
No turn around.  My pussy's burning up.  I need to cum.  God make me cum.  Oh yesss.  
Thankyou God, Thankyou.  Thankyou.  Thankyou."

I resume my downward journey, as she babbles what is almost a prayer of thanksgiving.  
Again I pause at her navel, applying a soft, sucking kiss to her quivering umbilical scar, 
feeling her tense in anticipation of my tongue.  But for once I am kind, and pass onwards.  
She relaxes with a deep sigh, then sucks her breath back in when I teasingly reverse for a 
few brief moments.

But the alluring miasma that surrounds her loins has reached me, filling my nostrils with 
her scent, and it draws me like a magnet closer and closer to the fiery heat of her 
glistening, lust engorged cunt.  As my lips brush her tiny tuft of pubic hair, she falls 
silent, as if fearful that a sound at this moment might spook me and drive me away.

Pausing, I look upwards, over her gently undulating belly to where her she looks back down 
at me.  Her eyes plead with me to continue.  Beg me to travel the final inches of my 
journey.  Beseech me to quench the flames, that nearly thirty minutes of teasing has fanned 
from glowing embers to an all consuming conflagration which rages out of control throughout 
her body.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOoooooooooooooooo!" Her voice cries out in a hopeless despairing wail, as I 
bypass the seething cauldron of her pussy, and begin laying a trail of biting kisses down 
the soft, quivering lengths of her inner thighs, turning from side to side to nip each in 
turn.

Finally driven beyond endurance, she snaps the nonexistent bonds that secure her arms and 
claps her hands to the side of my head, seizing my ears and dragging me upwards to force my 
face into the gaping maw of her literally streaming pussy.

For the first time in my life I taste the pussy of a grown woman.  Much stronger than her 
five year old daughter's puss, Laura's flavour fills my eager mouth.  Assaulting my 
tastebuds, driving almost all thought from my brain as I savour the tangy, slightly coppery 
zest of her delicious and oh so abundant juices.

Throwing off her guiding hands, I bath my face in her emissions, smearing them from brow to 
chin, and ear to ear.  With a noisy slurp, I force my tongue as deeply into her oozing cunt 
hole as I can, sealing my lips around the entrance and sucking almost a complete mouthful 
of her fuck lube from her quaking, crying body.

Rolling it around between my cheeks, I taste her.  Consume her.  Devour her burning, 
squelching pussy.  Lips pressed to lips, I gorge myself on her cunt meat.  Lipping her 
swollen inner labia.  Tugging.  Worrying her engorged, blood filled flesh like a terrier.  
Searching blindly with my mouth, I work my way up the flooded valley of her genitals, 
seeking out the stiff, pulsating bulb of her clit.

Finding it, I pull it deep into my mouth, sucking on the three quarter inch long shaft and 
bathing it in a mixture of her own fuck juices and my saliva.  Curling my tongue back 
against the roof of my mouth, I slam the underside down on top of the nerve filled nodule, 
making her buck and howl with pleasure.  Again and again I smash her clit beneath my 
tongue, until a fresh gush of juices on my chin and a visible quaking of her abdomen 
signals the onset of her orgasm.

Tearing free of her grasping hands, I surge up the full length of her body, pausing only 
for the briefest of instants to reach down between us and ensure that my prick is aimed 
directly at her waiting hole.  Slamming forward, I bury the entire modest length of my 
prick within her body, smashing her clit between us and flooding our conjoined loins with 
what feels like a pint of her juices.

"Arrrrggh!" we scream into each other's mouths as her rising hips almost throw me from the 
bed, whilst her vagina convulses, contracting almost painfully around my deeply buried 
cock.

Already teetering on the ragged edge, the sensation of her exquisitely tight cunt spasming 
in great milking waves along the length of my prick pushes me over the edge.  My balls draw 
up tight against the base of my cock, as I pull back and slam fuck deep into her receptive 
body.  Groaning, I manage one last thrust into her seething depths before my prostate 
empties it creamy load, in a series of white hot, gut wrenching paroxysms of pleasure pain.  
Each slimy pulse courses through my prick shaft like molten lead to splash against the 
barrier of her cervix.

Lips locked in desperate hunger, we consume each other's joy, feeding off our pleasure, 
spiralling to dizzying heights, unmindful of the crash that must inevitably follow.


Deep within my loins, my orgasm, prolonged by the milking action of her rhythmically 
contracting vaginal sheath, finally dies away, in a fading string of convulsions.  
Collapsing atop her, I bask in the afterglow of my powerful climax, as hers continues to 
rip through her system, wringing the last drops of my seed from my prick.

Endless moments of timelessness later, her orgasm finally fades, tapering off in a 
diminishing train of muscular spasms, around my diminishing prick, holding me within the 
comforting warmth of her vaginal passage.

Recovering first, I become aware of how my weight presses down on her chest and restricts 
her breathing.  Taking great care to remain engaged, I work my arms beneath me, taking the 
weight of my torso on my elbows, while allowing the comforting weight of my pelvis to press 
down on hers.

A great shuddering breath signals Laura's return to this plane of existence, and I look 
down as her eyes flutter open to focus on my face.  Groaning as if her arms were weighted 
with lead, she encircles my head, pulling it downwards. "You <kiss> are  a <kiss> complete 
<kiss> and utter <kiss> bastard. <kiss><kiss> And <kiss> You <kiss> are a <kiss> fucking 
<kiss> bald <kiss> faced <kiss> liar. <long kiss>"

Pulling back far enough to avoid her hungrily seeking lips, I say, "Having seen my birth 
certificate, and acknowledging the unavoidable fact that I am male, I accept the first 
charge.  But why may I ask am I a liar?"

"Because there is no fucking way that you haven't done that before." she says feelingly, 
"You, my darling lying bastard are one hell of a lover and no more the nervous virgin that 
you pretended to be than I am."

"Believe me Laura." I say, choosing my word carefully, "Before tonight, except for one or 
another of the kids thinking that it was a great joke to sit on my head, the closest I've 
been to a pussy was about five years ago, when a couple of neighbours and I played 'you 
show me yours and I'll show you mine.'"

"I don't believe you." she informs me without rancour, "You did everything perfectly and 
you pushed buttons that I didn't even know I had.  Like where in the world did you come up 
with that fake bondage trick?  It was fucking wild.  There's no way on earth that I would 
have let anyone tie me up before tonight, not after disaster number two and his belt, but 
when you pretended that you did, it was like I had to submit to anything that you wanted to 
do to me.

"Every fucking time you touched me I wanted to strangle you, but I couldn't and every one 
of those fucking touches made my cunt boil.  Now tell me how you could possibly do that to 
me if you've never done this before."

"I used to read a lot stick books when I was younger.  It was strange, but except for very 
early in the piece, where the other boys were cracking fats over the pictures, I found it 
was the stories which excited me.  And when I got access to the Internet, I found millions 
of words of untapped perversion just a phone call away.  That's why I was so nervous, apart 
from being worried about the size of my prick, all I had was a lot of theory and bugger all 
in the way of practice.

"One thing I do know though, is that the longer you delay an orgasm, the better it is when 
it finally happens, and the very best cums are when your partner torments you and refuses 
to hurry things along.  And that is something that you told me yourself.

"I will however, admit with great pride that the idea of imaginary bondage was sheer 
inspired brilliance on my part.  There are plenty of stories dealing with the subject on 
the Internet, and while some of them are quite sick, most of them make it abundantly clear 
that once your partner is unable to control the course of things, you can tease them into 
the sort of climax that turns them inside out.

"I knew that you'd never go for something like that if I suggested it, but I thought that 
if I could get you to *imagine* you were tied up, you'd feel like you *had* to go along, 
but you'd know that you were still totally in control."

"I don't know about that." she giggles, "I think there were a few moments were I was 
totally out of control, but I know what you mean.  I knew I could stop you at any time I 
wanted too, just by moving my hands, but you're right, once I accepted it, I felt that I 
*had* to submit to whatever you did.  And the funny thing is, if you hadn't done it, I 
wouldn't have been able to put up with half as much of what you did.

"God knows, when Karen teases me like that, it only takes a few minutes for her to break 
me.  But it wasn't until you jumped over my pussy like that right at the end that it got 
too much for me.  You came close a few times, but then you'd do something that let me hang 
on a bit longer.  And even when you finally did break me, it was like I actually had to 
break the ropes before I could bring my hands down and grab a hold of you."

"I know." I grin, "I could see the times you were about to break, and that was my signal to 
do something else.  And I had a fair idea of what you'd do when I ignored your pussy like 
that.  But I figured you were pretty close to the edge anyway, and the smell of your pussy 
had me in pretty near the same state, so I did something I knew would make you as mad as 
hell, and it worked."

"Oh boy did it ever." she giggles, "That's got to be one of the shortest fucks I've ever 
had, but by God it was the best.  I don't think even Karen at her most inventive gave me a 
cum like that."

"Julie's Karen?" I ask curiously.  Thinking of the precocious seven year old with her 
crayon, my cock twitches, swelling a little within the warm slippery confines of Laura's 
enveloping pussy.

"Uh yes." she admits a little sheepishly. "You're not bothered?  No I can tell you're 
not." She finishes with a giggle, giving my cock a quick squeeze. "Typical bloody male." 
she giggles, "Doesn't mind a bit of lezzie action, so long as it isn't a complete waste and 
they'll put out for him too."

Since there's no way that I'll admit to the real reason for the renewed life in my cock, I 
accept her explanation with a wry shrug, but her subsequent words make life very difficult.

"Want to hear something sexy?" she giggles. "Your precious little butter won't melt in her 
mouth Julie, knows that her little pussy's good for more than just peeing.  Gemma caught 
her diddling herself with a crayon once.  All the way diddling herself.  Oh!" she squeaks 
at another involuntary twitch of my prick, "Does that excite you?  Little seven year old 
girl stuffing her tight little pussy crack with a big fat Crayola?  Wanna know what else?  
Gemma tried it too, and busted her little cherry when she was only four years old."

Fortunately, my knowledge of how Gemma had hurt herself keeps my prick from another 
betraying twitch.  But Laura prattles on with her obscene pillow talk, though it's obvious 
that she isn't really serious. "Well it's nice to know you aren't completely depraved." she 
giggles, "Seven year olds are bad enough, but my five year old daughter would be too much.  
It's bad enough that you feel you can fill her little mouth with you prick, without you 
getting excited about her filling her tiny hole with a greasy crayon."

"I don't like seeing any child get hurt." I reply, before I realise how my lack of denial 
could be interpreted.

Sure enough Laura sees the opening and plunges in. "So it'd excite you if she didn't hurt 
herself?" she asks, "Well it wouldn't now, not now that her cherry's out of the way.  I 
wonder if she's tried it again yet? I only told her to wait a little while, and it's been 
months now.  Why don't we ask her when we give her that little talk in the morning?  She'd 
do anything for her Geoff, I bet she'd just love to demonstrate.  Would you like that?  
Would you like to watch my five year old daughter, who isn't even in kindergarten yet, 
slide a big fat crayon into her little hole?"

Fear of what she'd do if I responded, was enough to keep me down but her obscene prattle 
eventually proves too much, "Laura," I cry desperately, "why are you doing this to me?"

"Because it's fun to fantasise." she smiles unrepentantly, Maybe I'm a sick bitch, but when 
I said I thought the way I found you two when I cam home was kinda sexy, I wasn't being 
quite honest.  Truth to tell, I was so fucking wet, it was a wonder you didn't hear me 
sloshing.  I don't know why.  Hearing Gemma tell me about Julie and the crayon made me a 
little horny too, but nothing like tonight.  Before tonight I would have said I'd kill any 
bloke I even thought was doing anything like that to my daughter, but when I walked in and 
saw it, I just flooded.

"Maybe it was because I knew you'd never do anything to hurt her.  I just found myself 
imagining what it would look like if your shorts weren't in the way.  It's a wonder you 
couldn't smell me when I woke you up."

"I was too busy being scared shitless to notice much of anything." I reply wryly. "Though I 
guess my little head kept thinking for itself and noticed, because sure as hell if the big 
head had been in control the bloody thing would have retreated so far it would have popped 
out my backside."

"Now that does conjure up some interesting images." she giggles, "Instead of cumming you'd 
be going."

"The mechanics of certain other physiological functions could be a little awkward too." I 
chuckle.

"But you'd be your own best friend."

"Oh think I have a preference for more conventional methods." I murmur, pulling back a 
little and reseating my almost completely revived member in her hot little snatch.

"So it seems." she says with a little wriggle. "You're not disgusted with me?"

"Do you find the idea of holding Gemma down while I tear her screaming body in half 
exciting?" I ask her, being deliberately blunt.

"God no!" she cries her face twisted with revulsion. "How could you ask such a thing?"

"I was establishing just how far your thoughts went." I reply, "And so far we've 
established that seeing your daughter in a safe, but sexual seeming situation, has you 
creaming your jeans, but following those thoughts to their logical conclusion revolts you 
as much as it does most people.  Somewhere in the middle lies the truth.

"And you're not alone.  You know those stories from the Internet I was telling you about?"

"Yes."

"Well aside from straight garden variety sex, I'd say the three most common themes 
represented amongst those stories would be homosexuality, wife watching and kids, and it 
would be a toss up as to which one comes out on top.  I'd say that the three of them taken 
together would be somewhere near thirty percent or so of the total."

"Have you read any?" she asks, "The ones about kids I mean."

"Some of them." I admit.

"Did they excite you?"

"Some of them." I again admit, though more hesitantly.

"What were they like?  I mean what was it that excited you?"

"Pretty much what excites me in any good sex story." I reply, "People, in this case kids, 
or kids and adults, having a great deal of fun sexually.  If they weren't having fun I 
generally stop reading, unless the story is very well written.  Then again if anything's 
poorly written I usually stop reading it."

"Give me an example."

"What a good story or a bad one?"

"A fun one." she says, "What would be your all time favourite kiddie sex story?"

"No good, my favourite is more of a love story and the sex only comes into it right at the 
end.  What about something short and sweet?"

"O.K."

"Let's see." I muse for a few seconds, "Hang on a sec, I just thought of a good one, but 
It's a bit long.  Maybe we should change places."

"Sounds good to me, I can get out of this wet patch." Laura giggles.

A few seconds later, Laura is sitting astride my hips, my prick firmly lodged in the warm 
embrace of her juicy quim.

"O.K." I begin, "Mum and Dad with one kid, a young girl about nine years old.  The story 
starts with mother having to go away for a month on an overseas business trip leaving the 
other two at home, and she tells her daughter to look after Daddy."

"I can see where this is going already." Laura interrupts with a chuckle.

"Can you?" I ask, "Do you want to finish it for me?"

"Sorry." she replies, "Keep going."

"Well things go pretty normally for the first week or so, but by then poor old Daddy is 
getting a bit frustrated.  He gets out his collection of pornos and has a leaf through them 
picking out a couple of old favourites, then just as he's getting ready for a date with 
Dame Slap, his little Heidi barges in to tell him about a birds nest she just saw."

"Uh-oh.  Oops sorry." Laura mimes zipping her mouth shut.

"Embarrassed, but not quite caught with his pants down, he quickly shoves the whole lot off 
the bed and listens to her while she tells him all about the nest and the baby birds she 
can see when she looks at it through binoculars.  (And no they've got nothing to do with 
the story.)

"Once she leaves, he's no longer in the mood for whacking off, and he starts to get scared 
that his little girl might find his stash, now that she's aware that it a. exists, and b. 
is something that Daddy does not want her to see.  So he decides to get rid of them.

"Two days later the garbo's been and gone, and he's starting to regret his decision, 
because even his little girl's starting to look good when she kisses him goodnight.  He 
even imagines that her kiss is a trifle moister than usual.  He tells himself that he's 
imagining things and just to be sure has a cold shower before he goes to bed.  But in the 
end he does the dirty deed, concentrating on the way his wife had looked the night before 
she'd left.  Then just at the point of no return, the face of his dream lover becomes 
twenty-five years younger, and he cums all over his chest whispering the name of his 
daughter.

"The next night the same thing happens, but this time his daughter's face creeps into his 
mind almost from the beginning.  No matter what he does, her face won't go away.  He gives 
up, and takes another cold shower, not stopping until he's shivering uncontrollably.  In 
bed he still can't sleep, and hating himself he finally gives in, imagining his daughter's 
face, just her face, until he blows a nut like he's never done before.  Crying out Heidi's 
name at the moment of release.

"Then, just as he finishes cleaning himself up, Heidi comes into the room to ask what he 
wants.  He panics and yells at her, telling her to get out, which confuses her a great deal 
and hurts her too, but she leaves and returns to her own room.  He's immediately sorry for 
what he's done, and goes to apologise.  Heidi's in bed, reading a book, wearing a thin 
nightie and the light of the bed lamp behind her is just right to let him see the 
silhouette of her body, and the outline of tiniest of tiny cones on her chest.

"He manages his apology, and gives her a cock and bull story about a nightmare and goes 
back to his room, with another raging hardon.  Unable to ignore it, he masturbates, and 
this time the face that intrudes in his mind's eye has a shadowy body.  A child's body, but 
one just beginning to blossom into womanhood.  He hates himself but he can't help himself, 
and when he cums it leaves him so drained that he falls asleep with his semen drying on his 
body.

"The next day is a Saturday.  Heidi remembers her mother's instruction, to look after her 
father.  She's still not sure what she'd done wrong the night before, but she decides to 
make up for it anyway by bringing him breakfast in bed.  Mindful of his reaction the night 
before to her entry, she knocks first, but when there's no answer she goes in.

"Her father is lying on the bed naked, the bedclothes kicked off with - time for a reality 
check here, but we'll let it pass - ten inches of prime morning wood straining up past his 
navel.  She almost drops the tray, and stands there staring at this great, glistening, 
throbbing shaft of man meat.  Her tummy churns with a familiar feeling, but this is the 
first time she's ever experienced it when she wasn't touching herself.

"Within her mind a whole lot of disconnected bits and pieces start to make sense, but 
there's still a lot that don't, so she takes one last look and backs out."

"Oh!" Laura's voice is tinged with disappointment.

"With the door closed she gives her tiny, hairless, preteen pussy  a little rub through her 
nightie and the tingle she receives is like an electric shock, and much more powerful than 
anything that she'd felt before.  She makes a mental note to explore these feelings at a 
more opportune time and gives the door a good solid thump with her fist to wake her father.

"In the bedroom our hero, or villain, depending on how you want to look at it, wakes up.  
When he realises that he is uncovered and sporting a massive hardon, he thanks the lord 
that something had gone right in the mess that his life was rapidly becoming.  That his 
outburst the night before had made his daughter knock before entering this time.  He covers 
himself up and calls her in.

"Heidi offers a blanket apology for 'what she did last night' along with breakfast and 
promises to help him around the house all day to make it up to him, because Mummy said to 
look after him and help him while she was gone.  He bargains her down to half a day, and 
orders her off to get dressed.  Something which she is more than happy to do since she 
knows she's got time to investigate that feeling.

"He berates himself for ever feeling that way about his daughter, once again thanking the 
lord for sparing her the trauma of seeing his naked aroused body.  Fervently, he vows never 
to think anything but the most fatherly of feelings about the beautiful, kind, considerate 
daughter that his wife had given him.

"Meanwhile at the other end of the hall, young Heidi has tossed her nightie and undies 
aside and is standing in front of the mirror examining her slender, prepubescent body.  
Pridefully she rubs her fingers over the tiny bumps on her chest, which her Mummy says show 
that she is becoming a woman.  Her small pink nipples stiffen beneath her fingertips and 
she pinches them lightly, pulling on them to make her boobs grow faster, and that makes her 
tummy tingle a little bit, but nothing like before.

"She looks down at the small hairless mound between her legs and wishes for the hundredth 
time that it would hurry up and grow hair, because that was another sign that she was 
becoming a woman.  But in the meantime it made it easier to look.  So she dragged her 
mirror stand over next to the bed and lay down with a couple of pillows behind her bed and 
used her toe to angle the mirror just right.

"She used her fingers to open herself up, and looked carefully at the different parts of 
her little privates.  Right up the top was that little button that felt nice when she 
rubbed it.  And there were two little strips of skin joined to it which hardly used to be 
there at all, and she wondered if there were part of becoming a woman too, because her 
mummy hadn't told her about them.  And right at the bottom where the two little bits of 
skin stopped was the little hole where the blood would come out when she started to get her 
period.  She wasn't too sure about that part of being a woman since it sounded real gross, 
but maybe her daddy knew a way to stop it from happening once it started, and she knew she 
was a woman and didn't need to have periods any more.  Her daddy could do anything."

"Oh God!" Laura gasps, her face flushed with a mixture of shock and excitement, "There's 
only one way her daddy could stop that."

"Really?" I reply, "Do you want to hear the rest or am I disgusting you too much?"

"Since I've been dribbling all over your balls since before you started, I think you 
already know the answer to that question." she replies, "Keep going."

"O.K. where was I?  And don't bother saying I'm still there." I grin as I hump up at her 
streaming box.

"Oh God, I'll give you till morning to cut that out." she giggles, adding a hasty 
postscript, "No, finish your story first."

"O.K.  Let's see.  Right.  Now that she'd seen her daddy's privates, some of the things the 
big girls in grade six giggled about made more sense.  That big thing between her daddy's 
legs must be what they called a fat or a stiffy, and she giggled naughtily because they 
must be dirty words she wasn't supposed to know.  She wondered for a little bit why she'd 
never noticed it before, and then she remembered something else one of the girls had said 
before they noticed her and chased her off.  She said before her boyfriend cracked a fat 
his thing looked like a little grub, and that was two things at once because cracking a fat 
must be when the worm thing turned into that big thing like her daddy had.

"Satisfied that she'd worked that bit out, she moved on to the next mystery, she thought 
she had sorted out.  The girls she'd overheard had been listening to one of their number 
describe how her boyfriend had rooted her.  She wasn't quite sure if she had it right but 
if the naughty word for her privates was fanny then the little hole down the bottom must be 
the place a boy put his stiffy.

"What puzzled her about this though, was that it hurt when she tried to put her finger in 
there once, so she'd never done it since.  But she just had to know, so with much 
trepidation she tried.  This time however she felt a sort of slippery wetness that she'd 
never noticed before and her finger slid in without a problem.  She wondered about this for 
a few seconds and then remembered the tingle she'd felt when she saw her daddy's stiffy.

"So that must mean a girls fanny got wet and slippery when she saw a stiffy and that made 
it ready for the stiffy to go in the hole.  Did that mean that her Daddy could *root* her?  
Even in her mind she whispered the word.

"Experimentally she moved her finger in and out like she heard the big girl say her 
boyfriend moved his stiffy.  It sort of felt nice, but her finger could only go in a little 
way before her fanny hole seemed to get real tight and it hurt to try and go any further.  
Maybe she hadn't seen her daddy's stiffy long enough to get all of her fanny ready for it.  
Maybe she could get another peek later and see.

"That left two things she still needed to work out, first of all: What was spunk which one 
of the girls asked about? and second, what was the big oh that the other girls wanted to 
hear about.  The girl who was talking said it stood for 'Oh my God!' but she didn't find 
out any more because they'd seen her then and chased her off saying that they'd beat her up 
if she ever told anybody about what she'd heard.  As if she would, she wasn't a dobber.

"Her finger in little fanny hole was starting to feel quite good by then, so maybe it got 
better and better, especially if a stiffy was put in it and that was what Oh my God meant.  
She looked around her bedroom trying to see if there was anything like that she could use 
to see.  Maybe the handle of her skipping rope would work.  It wasn't nearly as big as her 
daddy's stiffy, but she could still find out if something bigger than her finger did make 
it feel better.

"Just then though, she heard her daddy's bedroom door open and she knew she'd better hurry 
up and put some clothes on in case he came looking for her.  Another delicious tingle went 
through her little undeveloped body at the thought of her daddy looking at her without 
clothes.  She said a very naughty word because she had to stop, even as she hurried to put 
her mirror back where it belonged and get dressed.

"Her undies felt sort of yucky and slimy where the slippery stuff had leaked into them, so 
she threw them in the dirty clothes basket and went to get another pair.  But because her 
mother had been so busy getting ready for her trip she didn't do any washing last week and 
there weren't any left.  Little Heidi thought about getting another pair from the basket 
but she didn't really want to put dirty clothes on.  That meant she'd have to wear pants, 
or her daddy or anyone else could see under her dress and see her fanny and bottom.

"This gave her a naughty little thrill, but she couldn't really do it.  So she looked in 
her drawers to see what she could find.  There really wasn't all that much choice just a 
couple of pairs of shorts and some tracksuit pants.  She looked at the tracksuit pants and 
thought about how hot they said it would be on the news, so she quickly grabbed a pair of 
shorts and pulled them on.

"As she was hunting for a top, she discovered the screwed up ball of last years bathers, 
and decided she could put the top on and get an early tan.  She had to let out the strings 
a little bit but it still fitted.  She thought about putting her bottoms on under her 
shorts instead of undies, but it gave her a sort of thrill to know that she didn't have 
anything on underneath and nobody else could tell so she threw them back in the drawer and 
started to tidy her room.

"As she moved around she noticed that sometimes the air would go up the open leg of her 
shorts and give her a little tingle.  When she finished, she went looking for her daddy.  
He was in the kitchen washing the breakfast dishes, so she helped him by drying and putting 
away.

"She had to climb up onto the steps so she could put the tray on top of the cupboard, and 
while she was there, her daddy could see right up the leg of her shorts and he saw her 
little round bottom.  He started to get hard straight away, and dropped the cup he was 
holding on his toe in surprise.  The pain distracted him enough to make his cock subside 
and he asked her why she wasn't wearing any undies.

"She said, 'Oooh did you peek Daddy?  All my undies are dirty because Mummy didn't wash any 
last week.'

"Her daddy joked, 'Well I better do some washing then or I'll have to send you off to 
school with a bare bottom.'

"She giggled 'Oooh that's rude Daddy.' But inside she felt a really delicious thrill at the 
thought of all the boys and men teachers seeing her bare naked fanny and bum up under her 
dress.  And the rush of wind when she jumped down made the tingle even better.

"Heidi suggested that they give the house a real spring cleaning since it was spring, and 
give her Mummy a big surprise.  Since anything to distract him from thoughts of his sexy 
little daughter was welcome, her father readily agreed.  Beds were stripped and remade, 
windows opened, and once they'd washed all the dusty vases and nick knacks and dusted all 
the shelves, he went off to wash the windows and she started to vacuum the floors.

"Determined to show her mother just how good she was at looking after her Daddy, Heidi was 
very conscientious about making sure she vacuumed everywhere, especially under the 
furniture.  And that was where she made her discovery.  She was vacuuming the floor of her 
parents bedroom and under the head of the bed and right up against the little chest of 
drawers next to it, something got stuck to the nozzle of the vacuum cleaner.  Whatever it 
was came off when she pulled, as if it was stuck to something, so she got down on her hands 
and knees and felt around.

"At first she couldn't find anything, but right back in the corner and sort of half stuck 
behind the chest of draws was a magazine.  She gave it a tug and it came free.  Curious, 
she looked at the cover and it gave her quite a shock because there was a picture of a lady 
wearing only a very tiny pair of undies.

"She quickly checked to see if her daddy could see her but the door was closed, so she 
guiltily opened the magazine and looked inside.  Inside there were pictures of ladies 
without any clothes at all, and some of them had their legs open so you could see 
everything.  Curiously, she compared what she saw with how her fanny looked that morning, 
but except for the hair of course they weren't really all that different to her.  The 
colour was different, but since she'd noticed that her nipples had started to get darker 
lately this didn't really surprise her, and the little strips of skin were much bigger, but 
she'd already figured that one out for herself.

"So she went back to the start and turned one page at a time to see what else was in it.  
Near the front was a section called Reader's Letters and she thought maybe this was like in 
other magazines where people asked for advice.  But once she'd read a part of the first one 
she knew that it was even better, because it was people writing about things they did.

"The sound of her father jumping down from the ladder elsewhere in the house made her jump 
and she realised that he'd be really mad if he caught her.  But the magazine was just what 
she wanted to fill in the gaps, it was even better than listening to those silly grade six 
girls because it was written by grownups who knew heaps more than they did.

"Furtively, she clutched the magazine to her chest and after checking that her father 
wasn't anywhere near, she bolted into her bedroom and hid it right in the middle of her 
Barbie magazines.

"After lunch, Heidi locked herself in her room, while her father started to do the washing.  
The sheets and pillowcases and such like were no problem and he soon had them drying 
outside on the line.  But then he was confronted with the personal items, in particular 
Heidi's underwear.  But instead of just tossing them in the machine, he avoided the problem 
by starting with his own clothing.  For several loads of washing his mind dwelled on the 
thought of his daughters soiled intimates, and when he was finally forced to take them in 
his hands, the image of the pristine white curve he'd seen that morning, that they usually 
covered flashed into his mind.

"For several seconds he held them in his hands, rubbing them between his fingers, feeling 
the incredibly soft texture.  He found himself imagining how they would fit her, how the 
soft cotton would hug the curves of her young body and stretch tight over little white 
bottom.  Without thinking about it, he lifted the tiny garment to his face, rubbing the 
soft fabric against the skin of his cheek, and passing it under his nose to inhale the 
delicate aroma of her preteen body.

"Lost, he fumbled through her washing searching out more of her soiled panties, and each 
pair in turn he brought to his nose to inhale the aroma of her body.  Sweat, stale pee, or 
the odour of her bottom it was all the same to him, it was the smell of his precious 
daughter's most intimate parts and he wanted it all.  Finally he came to the bottom of the 
pile and the garments she had most recently worn.

"There was her nightie, permeated with the smell that was her, soap and shampoo foremost, 
but also an underlying aroma which came of it being next to her skin each night for a week.  
And then there were the panties she'd discarded just that morning, though he was not to 
know.  When he brought these to his nose, his senses were overwhelmed with the only hours 
old odour of her arousal.

"Beyond thought, he fumbled open his fly, extracting the long throbbing shaft of his 
painfully engorged prick and from the pile of knickers he had already sampled, he withdrew 
a tiny silken scrap that an indulgent aunt had given to Heidi on her birthday.  Holding the 
still damp crotch panel of her soiled panties to his nose, he took every breath through 
fabric redolent with the odour of his prepubescent daughter's arousal.  And wrapping the 
silken scrap clutched in his other hand around the throbbing head of his cock, he stroked 
it until barely thirty seconds later he spurted gob after gob of creamy spunk directly into 
the crotch panel of his daughter's silken knickers.

"Staggering with the force of his climax, he barely manages to catch himself before he 
falls to the floor.  Again once his immediate needs are satisfied, he subsides into a fit 
of self loathing, hating himself for what he has become, yet knowing that the next episode 
of incestuous fantasy is but a forbidden glimpse away.

"Meanwhile at the far end of the house, Heidi is lying face down on the bed, with the open 
magazine before her.  She'd thought about being naked and rubbing her special spot, while 
she read it, but decided that she'd need all of her concentration when she read the 
magazine or she might miss something important.  And now that she'd read most of it, she 
was glad she had.

Thoughtfully, she considers all that she has read so far: dozens of new words and meanings 
spinning in her head: dick, cock, cunt, pussy, screw, quim, fuck, prick, sperm, semen, cum, 
jism, make love, vulva, pussy lips, clit, clitoris, love button, suck, vagina, penis, 
balls, nuts, cherry, virgin, blowjob, slut, orgasm, and many more.  Many of them she'd 
heard before, but then it had been in a whispered giggle when another child had said them, 
or in anger when they'd come from the lips of an adult.

"Some of the things she'd read had shocked her immensely, and she'd begun to wonder if all 
of the stories these people had told about them selves were true.  But then she'd found the 
advice column, and it really did seem like grownups really did do these things to each 
other.  Much of what she read tied in with what she'd overheard at school, and even 
explained a few conversations which had passed right over her head at the time she'd heard 
them.

"With much to think about, she carefully re-hid the magazine and left her room to get a 
drink.  Remembering her father, she opened the laundry door to ask him if he wanted one 
too.  He was just putting some of her undies into the machine when she looked in, and she 
blushed a little thinking about the clammy pair shed discarded that morning, and hoped 
they'd dried out.  She didn't want him to think she'd wet herself.  Her mummy was going to 
be so proud she'd thought of her Daddy, because he was all hot and sweaty, and his hair was 
all mussed up, because the drier had made the little room really hot, though she did wonder 
why the door was closed.

"But when she asked if he wanted a drink he jumped hitting his head on the bottom of the 
drier, and yelled at her for scaring him.  But he was really nice and said sorry straight 
away, and he came out into the kitchen with her and they had lemonade and biscuits for 
afternoon tea.  But even when they were sitting together like that, her daddy seemed funny, 
like he was thinking about something really important.

"Heidi was sort of glad he wasn't chatting with her like he usually did, because she had 
important things to think about too.  Like most children deep in thought, she tied herself 
up in the sort of knot that would have a chiropractor rubbing his hands with glee if he saw 
an adult doing it.  She put her foot up on the seat of the chair, and rested her chin of 
her knee.  Nibbling on a biscuit, she looked at her handsome daddy while she thought about 
all the new things she now knew about men and boys.

"But Heidi had grown used to the gentle breezes caressing her sweet little pussy lips, and 
though it still felt nice to her, but she no longer thought about it.  And so when her 
Daddy looked her way, he was able to see the vague, but unmistakable outline of her puffy 
little slit within the deep shadow thrown by the gaping leg opening of her shorts.

"He wanted to tell her to put her leg down, but he couldn't trust himself to speak, so he 
tore his eyes away from what he saw, and tried to put it from his mind.  But like an 
addict, the drug that was his nine year old daughter kept calling him and his eyes would 
steal back for another fix.  Each time his self recriminations were less, and he started to 
think that there was no harm in looking.  He told himself he wasn't going to rape her.  
Even that thought was enough to cool his unnatural ardour and for several minutes the 
desire was gone.

"But a slight movement from his daughter caught his eye and what he saw made him gasp.  
She'd lifted her other leg to the seat of her chair, laying her ankle across her toes.  The 
movement had opened the gap in her shorts even further, banishing the shadows within.  At 
the same time,  the tiny lips of her pussy had parted enough to reveal a narrow strip of 
bright pink skin which glistened in the shaft of sunlight falling upon it.  Within his 
pants the monster surged.

"His gasp, roused Heidi from her thoughts and she looked directly at him, and noticing the 
direction of his gaze she quickly remembered her knickerless state and realised that her 
father could see her fanny.  Blushing furiously, she quickly slid her legs from the seat 
and lowered them to sit in the ladylike way her mother was forever reminding her of.  
Stammering, she apologised for what she'd done.

"Blushing too, her father gulped down the last of his drink and stood up, saying that he'd 
better finish the washing.  He hurried off, but not before Heidi saw the long ridge of 
flesh that snaked its way down the leg of his pants.

"Left alone, Heidi shivered under the onslaught of feelings that nearly overwhelmed her. 
Knowing that he'd seen her most private parts, her fanny tingled even more than it had that 
morning when she'd seen her father's naked body.  But more importantly to her young mind, 
her handsome daddy, who she loved more than anyone else in the world, had got hard when he 
saw between her legs.

"She knew from the magazine that looking at girls fannies could make the horny,  So his 
getting hard meant that she excited him.  It meant he thought she was as sexy as the grown 
up ladies in the magazine.  He wanted to do those things with *her*.  And this thought made 
her tummy do a complete flip-flop.  It was like all of her tingles rolled up into one and 
she could actually feel the moisture gathering between her legs and trickling onto her bum.

"Oh God!" Laura yelps, arching her hips to grind her clit between us.

"Uh-uh." I chuckle tapping her on the nose, "I'm not finished yet."

"I am." she groans, "You could float a battleship in the puddle I'm sitting in."

"Well you could sink one in the puddle underneath me." I say with a grin.

"Well hurry up with the rest of your story and I'll let you move.  I want this kid to get 
nailed by her daddy's monster cock."

"Why Laura!" I gasp with mock shock.

"Get on with it!" she growls menacingly.

"Oh O.K." I grin, "Heidi rushed back to her room and locked the door.  As soon as she was 
safe, she pushed her hand into her shorts and cupped her little pussy.  It felt so hot, and 
the whole area between her legs was coated in her slippery juices.  It felt like somebody 
had squirted a whole bottle of warm baby oil into her fanny and now it was dribbling out.

"When she rubbed her fanny more of her slick juiced flooded out and pooled in the palm of 
her hand as yet another electric shudder passed through her young body.  Fumbling one 
handed, she pushed her shorts to the floor and stood in front of her mirror.

"Even beneath her bikini top, she could see the shape of her tiny nipples pressing up 
beneath the fabric.  Impatiently, she pushed the two small scraps of fabric higher on her 
chest, releasing her little boobs.  With her free hand she, pinched one of the tiny buttons 
between her fingertips and rolled it around like she'd read in one of the letters, and 
little tingles shot right through her belly.

"She looked down between her legs, and reluctantly took her hand away so she could see.  
Her hairless little fanny looked almost nothing like it had that morning.  Everything was 
red like she had a bad sunburn and puffed up to twice its normal size.  The only thing she 
could think of that looked anything like it was a baby she'd seen once with nappy rash.  
But this didn't hurt.  It felt GOOD.

"The whole area at the top of her still spindly legs was shiny with the juices she'd 
released, and if she hadn't read about it in the magazine, she would have thought she'd wet 
herself like a baby.  Curiously, she looked at the hand that had been between her legs, and 
it too was coated with the oily fluids.  She brought the hand closer to her face and 
sniffed.  It smelled a little bit like the changing rooms at school smelt on a hot day, but 
it was sweeter, and there wasn't the smell of perspiration and sweaty socks, that sometimes 
was so bad she'd nearly gag.

"She remembered something else from the magazine and feeling daring, she extended her small 
pink tongue and touched it to one of he slimy fingers.  And even that small taste sent a 
tiny tremor through her body.  It felt so naughty to be tasting stuff that came from the 
place where she peed, but it didn't taste anything like she imagined pee would.  It was 
salty, but at the same time it was sweet, and there was something else too, something she 
couldn't identify, but it was good.  Avidly, she put the whole finger in her mouth and 
sucked on it like a baby's bottle, or, she feels a delicious shudder, a man's cock.

"Now the taste was on the back of her tongue, and she could detect a little sourness and 
something slightly bitter, but that just made the sweetness on the tip of her tongue even 
better.  Every tastebud on her tongue was stimulated by the taste of her juices.  The smell 
filled her nostrils and the back of her throat.

"One by one, she fed the rest of her fingers into her mouth, forcing herself to go slowly 
when what she really wanted to do was try and force her entire fist past her lips.  
Instinctively, she knew that the anticipation would make it even better.  But all too soon, 
she was done and nothing but her saliva wetted her fingers.

"Almost pulling it over in her haste, Heidi tugged her mirror back into place beside the 
bed.  Throwing herself onto the mattress, she scooted her bottom close to the edge until it 
was only a few inches away from the mirror and hastily jammed her pillows behind her head.

"This time when she looked, the little strips of skin, 'No her inner pussy lips.' she 
thought, could be seen even without pulling the big ones apart.  And they were much darker 
than they had been that morning, they were almost as dark a some of the ladies in the 
magazine.

"When she pulled the big lips apart a moment later, it was like they were stuck together 
and they parted with a wet smacking sound.  Everything was much bigger than it had been 
when she'd looked that morning.  Both sets of lips were swollen up, and her clitoris, stuck 
out like a fat pink ball bearing, and it looked like it was just about ready to burst.  
Down the bottom where her vagina was, a small bubble of liquid welled up and tickled her as 
it dribbled down into her bum crack.  Without thinking, she swept it up with a fingertip, 
brushing over the puckered ring of her anus in the process, and popped it into her mouth.

"Only once she was sucking away did she realise what she'd done.  She immediately pulled 
her finger out and examined it critically, but saw nothing different and after a few 
seconds giggled at her own silliness.  Thinking, 'why should it be any different, it's just 
skin and I washed it last night and I haven't done poos today.'

"Then she giggled again, saying out loud, 'Poo's a baby word.  I haven't done a shit 
today.'  When the word didn't come crashing down around her ears, she cupped her moist 
little pussy and started to rub furiously away as she said, 'I'm rubbing my cunt with my 
hand, and it's getting all wet with my yummy pussy juice, and now I'm licking my pussy 
juice off my fingers while I play with my tits.'

"The naughty words somehow made it more exciting for the horny little girl, and reciting 
her obscene litany, she continued to abuse her hairless little kiddie cunt.  'Oh I feel so 
nasty, I'm playing with my clit, and it feels so good.  I'm rubbing my pussy cream all over 
my little titties now.  My cunt smells so nice.  Oh, I've just got to taste it again.  
Mmmmm.  My cunt juice tastes so nice.  Oh I'm rubbing it on my face.  Oh I wish my Daddy 
was doing this.'

"Thinking about her daddy like this made her think about other things her daddy could do.  
He could lick her pussy like it said in the magazine.  Or, and she breathed the words, he 
could fuck her.  What would that be like?  She didn't know if she could stand it, if it 
felt much better than she did already.

"But what was it like?  She pushed her hand back down between her legs and probed at the 
seeping entrance to her little cunt with a fingertip.  She didn't even have to push this 
time.  It was like a tiny little mouth that sucked her finger inside.  But just past the 
first knuckle her finger ran into the same obstruction she'd encountered that morning.  
This time though she knew what it was, it was her cherry, and she knew that it had to go 
before her Daddy could put his dick all the way inside her and fuck her properly.

"She wondered if she should save it and let him get rid of it like in one of the letters, 
but it would be so humiliating if she chickened out at the last moment, and it would be 
worse still if his dick just didn't fit.  No that would be too much.  If she was going to 
make it good for her daddy and take care of him properly like her mother had said, she had 
to make sure she was up to it.  Because that was something her daddy was always telling 
her: 'Don't start anything you can't finish.'

"Nodding as if to confirm her decision, Little Heidi bit down on her lip and screwing her 
eyes up tight in anticipation of the pain, she pushed hard with her finger and after a 
moment's hesitation, it slid the rest of the way into her body.  Blinking in surprise, she 
opened her eyes and stared hard at the mirror, confirming that her finger really was all 
the way in.  Even with the evidence before her, she found it hard to believe, because it 
hadn't hurt nearly as much as she'd expected.  It was no worse than picking a scab, and 
already the sting was going away.

"She concentrated on the feelings coming from between her legs.  There was the overall glow 
that she'd felt ever since she'd realised her daddy could see her pussy.  There was the 
fading sting of her sundered cherry.  And there was the strange, but nice feeling of being 
filled in a place that she'd never known existed until that moment.

"Experimentally, she slid her finger a tiny ways out of her vagina, hissing at the slight 
sting of her finger passing over the torn edges of her hymen.  But the pain quickly faded, 
to be again replaced by the comfortable full feeling.  If that was it, she could take it.  
She steeled herself, and with a quick tug, pulled her finger free.  'Ha,' she thought, 
'pulling a bandaid off was worse than that,'

"Curiously, she inspected the finger.  Her juices glistened along it's entire length, and 
half way down there was a smeared ring of blood from her broken cherry.  While within 
herself she felt a weird emptiness.  Without thinking about it, she sucked her finger into 
her mouth.  The juices from deep within her vagina were richer than what she'd tasted 
earlier, more salty and less sweet, but still delicious, while the smear of blood added a 
strange coppery bite.

"She giggled at her adventurousness, and used her fingers to open herself up.  A couple of 
moments scrutiny satisfied her that there was nothing obviously different.  There wasn't 
even any blood visible.  With her eyes open this time she placed her finger against the 
opening of her vagina and watched as it slowly sunk out of sight.  There was only the 
slightest of twinges as her finger passed through the hole she'd torn in her hymen, and a 
moment later it was all inside herself, giving her that delicious feeling of fullness.

"Now it was time to find out what it was all about.  Why everybody, well not everybody she 
giggled, but everybody who talked about sex, why they all raved about orgasms.  Settling 
her heels comfortably against her bottom, she let her legs fall open and with both hands 
pressed into her crotch, she began to seriously masturbate.

"Slowly at first but speeding up quickly, she slid her finger in and out of her little 
pussy.  'Oh, I'm fucking myself with my finger.' she whispered and shook her head, 'No I'm 
not.  Daddy's fucking me with his finger.  Yes.  That's it.  Daddy's finger's in my tight 
little hole and he's making it go in and out.  Oh I like that Daddy.  Do it some more.  
Play with my clit daddy.  Rub it Daddy.  Oh Daddy you're making me feel sooo gooood.  Oh 
Daddy pinch my clit.  Oh Daddy you do that sooo good.  Do it some more Daddy.  Oh please 
Daddy.'

"It was quickly feeling better than the little girl could possibly imagine.  In all of her 
nine years she had never felt anything that felt like this.  Nothing came close to the 
feelings that were radiating outwards from her bald little snatch.  It was like she was 
riding a roller coaster that just kept on going higher and higher, she was already way up 
in the clouds and she could see nothing ahead to tell her when it would end or if indeed it 
ever would end.

"One finger was no longer enough to fill her voracious little cunt, she needed more.  A 
second finger joined the first, plunging deep into the tight little sheath of her pussy.  
She barely felt it as more of her hymen split, making way for the new intruder.  A third 
finger quickly followed shredding the last of her cherry, the pain mingling with her 
pleasure.

"Faster and faster her fingers plunged into her pussy, stretching it, pleasuring it, 
preparing it for the paternal shaft, that had awoken her desires when she'd seen it that 
morning, and she now craved with a hunger that threatened to consume her.  Finally the heel 
of her hand came down hard on the fingers torturing her pebble like little clit, sending 
electric jolts of pure pleasure throughout her body.  And still she rose higher.

"She was so close she could taste it.  Fingers plunging furiously, rubbing, pinching, 
pulling.  She could almost feel it, hovering there just out of her reach, taunting her, 
sidling up close and then skipping back out of reach as she grasped for it.  If only her 
Daddy was there to show her what she was doing wrong.  If only it was his big thick cock 
that was sliding into her and filling her up.

"And that was it.  It crashed over her like a tidal wave.  Wave after wave of pure pleasure 
slammed into her slender body, plunging her into a maelstrom of sensations unlike anything 
she could imagine.  Her hands grasped blindly trying to hold onto she knew not what as the 
rising tide threatened to drown her.

"Suddenly her greying vision became a field of blinding white, as what felt like a bomb 
went off in her belly.

"She knew she was dying, but she didn't care.  Her eyes wouldn't work, there was a dull 
ache throughout her body, especially in her belly, and her arms and legs refused to respond 
to her commands.  She briefly wondered what her daddy would think when he broke her door 
down and found her naked body lying in the middle of her bed, her belly pierced with the 
piece of mirror that she must have broken, but even that meant nothing to her."

"No way!" Laura cries, "That's not fair.  There's got to be more.  It's not right to kill 
her like that.  I thought you loved kids you sick bastard." Swinging her fists she beat at 
my shoulders and chest.

In self defence, I seize her wrists.  "Laura, it's O.K., It's O.K." I sooth her, "She 
doesn't die, she's not even hurt."

"She's not?" Laura asks, "What happened then?  Why did you say she was dying?"

"I didn't." I reply, "I was describing what she felt.  Oh God, haven't you ever heard of a 
G-spot orgasm?"

"A what?"

"A G-spot orgasm." I look up at her grinning, "Oh boy are you in for a treat."

"I don't think I like that smirk." she says warily, "Just what is a G-spot orgasm?"

"One helluva ride." I reply my grin broadening. "You should read Cosmo more often."

"Tell me." she orders menacingly.

"Oh no, this is something you've got to experience for yourself." I chuckle, "Besides,  
being male, I don't think I could do justice to it."

"In that case what happens next?" she asks, "Does her father find her?"

"No, she's lucky he's outside bringing in the washing and he doesn't hear a thing."

"Slowly, like wading through molasses, Heidi throws off the incredible lassitude which had 
overcome her after her orgasm.  Groaning, she forces her gummy eyes open.  She blinks at 
the brightness of the light streaming in through the window and takes stock of herself.  
It's immediately apparent why she can't move her arms and legs.  Three fingers of one hand 
are still lodged in her little pussy, and the heel of that hand is trapping the other.  Her 
legs are pinned beneath her mirror which has toppled over her body.  Wincing slightly at 
the ache in her pussy, she works her hands free, and slides the mirror off her legs, 
thinking to herself she was lucky she hadn't kicked it over the other way.

"She manages to lift herself into a sitting position on the side of the bed, but when she 
tries to stand she discovers that her legs feel like they're made of rubber.  Giggling, she 
looks down to her still swollen but more normal looking pussy and addresses it. 'I think 
you and me are going to have a lot of fun.'  Another giggle, and she says, 'They were 
right, 'the big 'O'' does stand for 'Oh my God'.  I think if it's any better when Daddy 
does it I really will die.  And I think I made a mess too, because the bed feels awfully 
wet.'

"Her second attempt at standing up is a little more successful than the first, though she 
has to keep her hand on the bed for a few seconds while the room spins about her head.  And 
still giddy with the after effects of her orgasm she giggles at the bottom shaped wet 
patch, on the edge of the bed.

"Once she can stand alone, she stretches, feeling some slight twinges from her now absent 
cherry, while the rest of her body feels like she's just run for several kilometres.  But 
it feels good.  The strength quickly returns to her body and she goes about setting the 
room straight for the third time that day.  Once the mirror is upright once more, she 
giggles at the visage that greets her.

"Her hair is wildly tangled, or as her mother put it, she looked like she'd gone through a 
hedge backwards.  Just about every square centimetre of skin between her hairline and her 
knees glistened with her drying juices.  It looked and felt like someone had smeared the 
whole front of her body with honey and her bottom feels the same.

"Between her legs, only a few small flecks of drying blood gave evidence of her missing 
cherry.  Pulling the lips of her pussy apart revealed a little more blood and made her 
realise that it stung a little.  She reached beneath herself and cautiously probed at the 
entrance to her vagina and that stung a little more, but it was quite bearable, but when 
she pushed up inside the sting was enough to make her gasp.

"However very little blood clung to her finger when she looked at it, and what there was 
didn't seem to be fresh, so she figured that she hadn't done any permanent damage.  'Well 
except for her cherry.' she thought with a giggle.

"Leaving the mirror, she turned her doona over to hide the stain, leaving only the shorts, 
and of course her sticky body, as evidence of what had happened.  Somehow it seemed weird 
that something as wonderful as what she'd just experienced left so little evidence and a 
quick shower would dispose of what was left.  Now all she had to do was make it to the 
shower without being seen.

"She giggled at the thought of her daddy seeing her like she was now, half excited at the 
prospect of him seeing her naked, and half horrified that he'd see her looking like 
something that the cat dragged in.  Grimacing at how they clung to her sticky body, she 
pulled on her shorts and straightened her top, before tiptoeing over to the door and 
listening for any sign that her daddy might be nearby.

"She took a deep breath, and opened the door a crack to peek out.  So far so good, her 
daddy wasn't in sight.  And the bathroom door stood open just a little way down the hall.

"Only that small distance stood between the secret agent and safety.  Opening the door just 
wide enough to slip through, she pressed her back to the wall and crept towards freedom, 
her ears alert for the stealthy footfalls of an enemy agent.  With only a few steps to go, 
the sound she feared came from the direction of the mad scientists laboratory, (kitchen) 
the heavy tread of a patrolling guard.

"Throwing caution to the wind, she leapt across the chasm (hall) and teetered on the brink 
(doorsill) before she pulled herself through the airlock of her escape craft.  Then in the 
hope she hadn't been noticed she eased the hatch closed and dogged the latches.  She was 
safe.  Only the most powerful of explosives could breach the super steel skin of her ZM-97 
starfighter.

"Her cybernetically enhanced hearing allowed her to listen to the steady tread of her 
former gaoler as he passed just meters away on the other side of the sealed hatch, 
blissfully unaware that his prisoner had escaped her cell and was even now preparing to 
depart.

"'Heidi, where are you?' 'I'm in the bathroom Daddy.' 'O.K. honey, I'll just leave your 
clothes on your bed.' 'O.K. Daddy.'

"Jesus Geoff, how many near misses can these two have?" Laura complains with a delightful 
squirm, "For God's sake are they ever going to fuck?"

Returning nothing but an infuriating grin in reply, I continue.  "As Heidi slipped off her 
shorts, she became aware of just how much her pussy smelled.  She'd failed to notice it in 
her bedroom, but in the fresh air of the bathroom it was overpoweringly obvious.  Would her 
daddy notice the smell in her bedroom?  How could he not notice it?  Her doona was 
saturated with her pussy juice, and her room must positively reek of her activity.  Would 
he recognise the smell?

"She wasn't a secret agent any more, but she was just as surely trapped.  She couldn't rush 
out to intercept him and take the clothes from him.  She couldn't possibly let him see her 
like this, or he'd know for sure.  Naked except for her bikini top, she pressed close to 
the door, listening for some sign that her father had found out what she'd been doing.  But 
there was nothing but a total and unnerving silence.

"Opening Heidi's bedroom door was like stepping in front of a Mack truck to her father.  
The anxiously waiting little girl had heard nothing for the simple reason that her father 
was temporarily incapable of coordinated motion, let alone speech.  Though his mind tried 
to deny it, his cock instantly recognised the odour of feminine arousal, stiffening 
painfully within his trousers.

"It wasn't possible his mind screamed, but every breath he took was mute testimony to the 
fact that his little girl had cum with incredible power just minutes before.  The air 
reeked of it.  It called him like a siren song, and drove all rational thought from his 
brain.  Behind him the sound of the shower starting up, spurring him on and through the 
door.

"As though he were watching another person, Heidi's father saw himself steal into the room 
and silently close the door.  The armload of clothing that he carried, was dropped to the 
bed and as he fumbled his pants open with one hand, the other blindly drew a tiny pair 
knickers from the pile.

"'They've got bluebirds on them.' he thought inanely, as horrified, he watched himself 
encase the angry purple dome of his stiff prick in the soft, delicate fabric.  He breathed 
through both his mouth and nose, tasting as well as smelling her.  His hand seemed totally 
detached from his mind as it begun the familiar pumping motion.

"It was if he was as if he were a teenager again, faced with his first dirty picture.  
Powerless to stop it, he felt the tide rising within himself only seconds after he'd begun.  
It struck him with all the savagery of a tornado.  A force of nature impossible to stop.

"His seed rose within his madly thrusting loins, searing through his cock to soak the 
fabric which had cupped his daughter's tiny, hairless cunt.  Again and again, his body 
jerked, sending pulse after pulse of burning semen into the reinforced lining of his 
child's knickers.

"He was appalled by what he'd done in his daughter's room, her private sanctum.  Blindly, 
he stuffed his still dripping member back into his trousers and closed his fly.  Then with 
the defiled garment clutched in his hand, he retreated to his own bedroom.

"How could he face his daughter now?  What sort of monster had he become to feel this 
unnatural desire for his precious little Heidi.  Whenever he'd seen or heard reports of men 
who'd molested young children, he'd been disgusted to be a member of the same species.  The 
mere thought of one of these men touching his child was almost enough to send him into a 
blind killing rage.  And now he'd discovered that he harboured the same thoughts within 
himself.

"Yet an insidious voice within himself whispered, 'You've done nothing to hurt her.  
Thoughts can do no harm.

"'That's right.' he thought.  All he had to do was act normally when he was around her.  He 
was just missing his wife, and his thoughts were turning to his little girl who looked so 
much like her.  But they were only thoughts, and he was strong enough not to let them rule 
him.  The shock of discovering that his daughter masturbated had caused him to let his 
guard down, but now he knew, and he wouldn't let it happen again.

"He hid the cum soaked panties under his pillow, justifying his action to himself by 
thinking he'd wash them later when Heidi was asleep, but knowing deep inside that he would 
be using them as he'd done before, to slake his obscene lusts.

"He still wasn't happy, but at least he felt able to live with himself when he left his 
room.  However, Heidi had chosen just that moment to emerge from the bathroom, a towel 
clutched around her body, as she prepared to make a dash for her room.

"The sudden appearance of her father in his doorway startled the little girl, with a 
squeal, she let the towel fall from her hands.  Like a rabbit caught in a car's headlights, 
she stood rooted to the spot for several seconds.

"Equally startled by his daughter's sudden exposure, Her father finds it impossible not to 
stare at her naked beauty.  He last seen her nude body when she was five years old, just 
before she'd started school.  But then she'd just been his cute little girl, totally 
innocent and still a little chubby with baby fat.  Her bare little bottom had been 
something to playfully paddle, her belly button a receptacle for his breath, and the two 
pink dots on her chest her 'On' and 'Off' buttons.

"He could still remember her piping little girl voice crying out, 'Turn me on Daddy.' He 
missed those days before his wife insisted that Heidi cover up, even in the home.

"His chubby little darling had shot up over the intervening years, the baby fat melting 
away, as she became this lithe, slender vision of loveliness who now stood before him.  He 
found himself holding his breath as he compared the Heidi of now with when he'd last seen 
her nude.

"Her little pink buttons were now the colour of milky coffee, and had tripled in size, 
becoming tiny rounded hemispheres the size of large grapes.  And capping them were corn 
kernel sized nipples, half erect from the chill of evaporating water. (And a pair of hands 
which can't leave them alone)"

Laura giggles, and lifts her hands to tweak a pair of hard, rubbery; nipples which 
definitely don't need it.

"Her rounded belly has become smooth and flat, and the little half dome which almost filled 
her belly button has retreated, allowing her navel to become a small vertical slit."

"Just like mine Daddy." Laura giggles in a little girl voice which would better suit her 
daughter than the nine year old I am describing.  Nevertheless my cock jerks within her 
tightly clasping cunt, and she utters a happy squeak before grinding her hips in a small 
circle.

"Her still narrow, but widening hips now flare out beyond her slender waist.  Finally his 
eyes come to the junction of her thighs and the still bare mound which unlike the remainder 
of her body, juts just as proudly forward as it had four years earlier. Her entire body 
mute testimony to her burgeoning womanhood.

"And that proves to be his undoing.  Up until that moment his appraisal of her body had 
been a relatively innocent evaluation of how she'd grown.  But now it came back and struck 
him full force.  He pictured her fingers exploring that delicate little cleft with more 
than childish curiosity, and from there it was but a step to imagine his own fingers 
caressing the soft hairless flesh.  Watching it swell beneath his practiced touch, to open 
like the petals of a flower and invite him into the moist heat within.

"His low groan, snapped Heidi out of her trance and letting out a shrill squeal of 
embarrassment, she retreated backwards into the bathroom and slammed the door.  Her father 
shook his head to clear, silently cursing himself for the lust which driven away an 
innocent moment which he'd thought lost forever years before.

"But there was a healing of sorts in the few brief moments when Heidi had stood there, 
completely open to his gaze.  He knew that he loved his daughter with every fibre of his 
being.  And he was discovering that what he was feeling was more than just a sick hunger to 
use his daughter for pleasure.  He wanted to please her too.

"He missed the innocent play of those days in the past, but he'd understood the need for it 
to stop.  What was O.K. for her was definitely not O.K. for the friend's she would be 
brining home from school.  But the clothes that his wife had insisted their daughter wear 
were like an armour that discouraged physical intimacy.  Touching games like tickling and 
wrestling were gently but firmly discouraged by his wife since it wasn't ladylike for Heidi 
to have her skirt around her ears.  Along the way though, it seemed that hugs and kisses 
became something perfunctory, and snuggling just faded away all together.

"They still did things together as a family, but in their games as Heidi grew older there 
always seemed to be something between them, his wife and himself, and their daughter, a 
ball, a table, or a game board.

"But now with his wife away, and the loss of the close physical intimacy that they still 
shared in private, the events of the past few days made him long for the closeness with his 
daughter that he'd lost.  In fact he wondered if this really wasn't what he'd wanted from 
the beginning, with him somehow confusing the two very different types of intimacy that he 
desired.  The sexual intimacy that he shared with his wife and the long lost loving 
intimacy of father and child.

"With deep regret he accepted that any such intimacy with his Heidi was now lost forever, 
because of his stupidity any attempt to recapture that lost time would be tainted by him 
seeing his daughter as a sexual being.

"But at least he no longer felt that overpowering urge that had consumed him each time 
something had reminded him of his daughter's budding sexuality.  Strangely, seeing his 
daughter completely nude hadn't inflamed him to the point where he lost all control over 
his actions as he'd first feared when he'd felt himself instantly harden at the sight.

"Instead he'd viewed her as a mixture of the tiny five year old he'd loved, guided, 
protected, and nurtured and the blossoming young woman of today.  And he found his feelings 
towards her unchanged over the years.  He still wanted to guide and protect, as she began 
to explore her budding sexuality.  But that he knew he could never do, for this she must do 
for herself.  He knew she would find pain, unhappiness and disappointment as well as the 
joy she'd recently discovered, but for once he could not steer her away from the pitfalls 
or even prepare to be ready for them.  All he could do was be there to offer comfort when 
it happened as it inevitably would.

"'Daddy!' his daughter's voice snaps him from his thoughts, and the tone indicated that it 
wasn't the first time she'd said his name.

"He apologises for his inattention, and ask what she wants.  'The towel Daddy.' she replies 
with her red face peeking at him from behind the partially open door. 'It's the last one.'

"'It's going to cost you.' he teased her, feeling giddy with the relief that his thinking 
had given him.

"'What?' she asked with the wariness children quickly learn to greet such statements.

"'A kiss for a down payment,' he replied, 'And then you're going to put on something 
pretty, because you're taking me out to dinner tonight.'

"She shrieked with glee at the announcement and threw the door open to deliver the kiss, 
flush deeply, and accept the towel, in that order.  'Oops!' she giggled in seeming 
embarrassment.  Though much of her flush had more to do with the solid tube of flesh that 
dug into her tummy.

"Surprising himself, he said quite calmly, 'That's O.K.  Now I hope you left me some hot 
water or they might make us eat outside.'

"'They wouldn't dare!' Heidi declared, 'I like how you smell Daddy.'

"After dinner, they returned home and settled down to watch a movie on TV.  Before it 
started, Heidi changed into her PJ's.  The movie was about a young girl growing up in a 
small country town, and her rather worldly city cousin.  The story revolved around their 
growing up in the two very different settings and how they each reacted to the other's 
world during visits.  

"As the story unfolded, Heidi's father wondered whether she should watch it, but since 
everything was fairly low key he decided it was O.K.  Though her giggles and other 
reactions to the dialogue made him realise that his daughter was more knowledgable than 
either he or his wife had suspected.  However, he wasn't about to open that can of worms 
alone.  But when his wife returned, he would definitely tell her that it was time for her 
to have 'that talk' with their daughter.

"Once the movie was over, Heidi kissed her father goodnight.  As she bent over, she 
realised that he was looking down the top of her nightie and could see her little boobs.  
The thought that her daddy was looking at her like this gave her a delicious little tingle.  
Suddenly a naughty thought crossed her mind. and the movie gave her the perfect excuse to 
carry it out.

"'I'm growing up too Daddy.' she said. 'I'm growing boobies just like the girls in the 
movie.  See?'  She lifted the hem of her nightie until it was tucked right under her chin, 
and thrust her chest forward proudly.

"The poor man gulped at the sight so suddenly presented to him.  Not only could he see 
those two tiny mouth watering morsels that she was showing off, but also the tiny pair of 
knickers that just barely encased her tiny little mound.  They were the pair given to her 
by his sister in-law, and also the pair he'd filled with his semen just hours before beside 
the washing machine.

"They were now stretched tight across the hairless little pubis, and the fabric was so 
sheer that he had no difficulty in seeing the thin vertical shadow which marked where her 
little crease lay.  His heart thumped uncontrollably at the sight, and his pants became 
almost painfully tight.  He ached to drop to the floor and bury his face between her 
slender young thighs and to taste the sweet essence of her sex.

"Somehow he managed to restrain himself and tear his gaze away from the siren call of her 
inadequately hidden pussy.  His eyes travelled upwards over the almost nonexistent swells 
of her budding breasts to her face.  'You shouldn't do that honey.' he told her.

"'But you're my daddy.' she replied, 'Besides you saw all of me this afternoon.'

"'That was an accident.' he told her, 'You're too big to do that now.'

"Instead of complying, she giggled. 'Remember when I was a little kid daddy?  Turn me on 
Daddy.'

"The voice was almost exactly the same as it had been four years earlier, but now those 
words held a completely new and utterly obscene meaning.  Oh how he wished he could do it, 
but he couldn't trust himself to stop with the one playful poke her words requested.  
Instead he told her to cover herself up and get to bed, his tightly controlled voice 
sounding angry to her little ears.

"With a sharp cry she allowed the hem of her nightie to fall, and sobbing something 
incoherent about him hating her, she fled from the room.  The poor man didn't know what to 
do, if he went to her in his present state, he was afraid he'd do something he'd regret for 
the rest of his life and if he didn't his daughter might come to believe the words she'd 
said in the heat of her passion.

"Nor did he want to jerk off while he knew his daughter was crying herself to sleep because 
he couldn't control himself.  And that let him make his decision, he would damned well 
control himself.  His little girl was hurting because of what he'd done, and he had to fix 
it.

"As he'd expected, he found her lying in a huddled ball on top of her bedclothes.  Seeing 
her like that was enough to drive all unfatherly thought's from his mind.  It cut him to 
the quick when she shrugged the hand he placed on her shoulder away, but he deserved it.  
He took the chair from her desk and seated himself a safe non-threatening distance from her 
bed and kept repeating that he was sorry and didn't hate her over and over again until it 
finally sunk into her miserable little mind.

"Eventually, she heard her and he sobs became snivels as she looked at him with tear 
reddened eyes.  'But you're still mad at me aren't you?' she asked pathetically.

"He replied, 'No I'm not mad at you.  But you really can't go showing off your breasts like 
that, not to anyone.'

"She said, 'Even you Daddy?'

"He said, 'Especially me Honey.  I could get into a lot of trouble if anybody ever found 
out.'

"This confused the little girl immensely, and she asked,  'Why Daddy?'

"He carefully thought about it for a few seconds and said, 'It's got to do with the good 
touching and bad touching that you were told about at school.'

"Still confused, she said, 'But you didn't make me do anything, and besides you didn't 
touch me, because my boobs aren't big like the girls in the magazine.'

"He quickly picked up on the inadvertent admission, and gladly seized upon it to avoid 
trying to explain the thornier issue that seemed to be cropping up. 'What magazine? he 
asked her sharply.

"Coward." Laura muttered.

"And what would you do if Gemma asked you a week ago why she couldn't show you how she hid 
her crayons?" I asked he with a grin.

"Exactly the same thing," she grins back, "I'd change the subject so fast Einstein would 
roll over in his grave."

"I thought so." I chuckle, "Anyway, Heidi immediately realised she'd let the cat out of the 
bag, and with the verbal dexterity of youth she proceeded to stuff it back.  'I just saw 
one once, and all the girls at school say boys like looking at boobs and stuff.'  She then 
turned the screws a little tighter and whimpered, 'But you don't like looking at me b'cause 
my boobs aren't big enough.'"

"Uh-Oh." Laura giggles.

"Exactly." I grin back, "Heidi had kept the conversation right on track, though it was more 
by accident than design."

"I'll bet." Laura mutters.

"Look, who's telling this story?" I ask her.

"You are, oh great story teller." Laura says with her head submissively bowed. "Now get on 
with it."

"Ha, who keeps interrupting?  Heidi's father found himself in a quandary, he couldn't tell 
her the truth, that he wanted to touch her breasts more than anything else in the world, 
and lying would put them right back at square one.  So he tried to sidestep the issue by 
saying, it didn't matter what he thought, because he wasn't supposed to look at them in the 
first place.  That brought back the inevitable 'Why not?' but by this time answering that 
seemed like a much better safer bet.

"As he thought about it, he asked the question of himself and realised it wasn't his 
looking that was wrong, but his arousal.  However he wasn't about to tell her that.  He 
thought a little more and finally came up with something that he hoped would hold her until 
his wife returned and the three of them could discuss this together.  He knew it seemed 
like he was passing the buck, but he really didn't trust himself alone his daughter.

"In the end he answered that it wasn't really wrong to look at her, but it still wasn't a 
good idea for her to show them like that to anybody, even him.  And he said guessed he was 
a little bit angry, because it could be dangerous if she showed herself to the wrong 
person, just like they told her at school.  But it was because he was scared she might get 
hurt.  He then said they'd talk more when her mummy got home because it was important that 
all three of them talked about it together.

"She accepted this, but got him with one last parting shot after he'd kissed her good night 
and was on his way to the door. 'Daddy?' she asked in the voice she reserved for melting 
his heart, 'Do you think my boobs are pretty?'

"He told her the truth. He said, 'I think they're beautiful.'

"She glowed with happiness at his words.  But when she seemed about to say something more, 
he raised a finger and said, 'Later, when Mummy's here.'

"She whispered 'Goodnight'. and he left the room.  Once the door was safely closed, she 
hugged herself with glee.  She thought she'd screwed up bad when she'd showed off her boobs 
like that, and for a while she was worried that her Daddy hated her.

"But he liked her boobs.  He said they were beautiful, and it was that stupid good and bad 
touching stuff that mad him mad at her.  It made her mad too, she didn't care about what 
the stupid teacher said, and besides it was good touching because she *wanted* her daddy to 
do it.  And she knew her daddy wanted to too, because his cock got big when she showed him 
her boobs, but he was scared about the good and bad touching thing.

"She couldn't just tell him it didn't matter like she'd just tried to do, he said they'd 
talk about it when Mummy got back, and she knew he meant it.  And she was pretty sure that 
if Mummy was there he'd *never* do anything, so she'd just have to show her Daddy she 
wanted to do things with him.

"And with a little smile she set her alarm.  She knew exactly how to do it."

"It's about bloody time." Laura informs me.

"What if I was to say that's how the story ended?" I ask with a taunting smile. "After all 
sometimes it's best if things are left to the imagination."

"I'd say that in that case you'd better come up with an ending quick smart." she says 
placing a threatening hand under her arse and wrapping her fingers around my balls.

"Now that's hitting below the belt." I mutter.

"No, just a not so gentle squeeze if you don't hurry up and deliver the goods." she says 
with a sweet, (too sweet) smile.

"O.K., O.K." I quickly say, "There is more.  But the person who wrote the story did exactly 
that.  He left it hanging like that for ages, before he posted the last part.  He even put 
a big fat 'THE END' at that point.  The newsgroup was absolutely flooded with requests that 
he finish the story properly."

"Well if you're real quick, I might just let things hang around here for a bit longer." 
Laura informs me, with a gentle squeeze to remind me.

"Don't do that." I whine, "I said I'd do it.  The next morning when the alarm went off it 
was still dark outside and for a minute Heidi wondered why she'd set it so early.  But then 
she remembered.  Today was the day she was going to get her Daddy to do stuff with her.  
Maybe even *fuck* her, she thought deliciously."

She thought carefully about what she should wear, because the magazine said that sexy 
clothes were even better than being naked.  She thought about what her mummy sometimes wore 
to bed and wondered what she had that was similar.  She couldn't think of anything until 
she remembered last year's summer PJ's.  She found them stuffed right at the back of a 
drawer and pulled them out.

"It was a bit of a struggle to get the top on because she'd grown a bit over the winter, 
but they did fit.  Well sort of, she giggles when she looked down at herself.  It was a 
thin, cotton baby doll which had a pink and white floral pattern on it.  She wondered if it 
made her look too much like a little girl, so she checked herself out in the mirror.

"It was a bit tight across her chest and if she turned sideways she could see her boobs 
poking out and it flared out a bit around her hips where the ruffled hem was.  But those 
stupid ruffles were everywhere, there was a little one around her neck, and more on her 
shoulders and around the bottoms of the puffy sleeves.  It made her look like a stupid 
little girl.

"She took hold of the hem and was about to strip it off, when she discovered something else 
about the garment.  It was so short that she only had to lift the bottom a couple of 
centimetres and her undies were exposed.  She let go and gave her hips a little swirl, and 
even that tiny movement was enough to make a tiny flash of white briefly appear.

"She didn't really understand it, because she still looked like a little girl, but 
something in her recognised that what she wore had Power with a capital 'P'.  She wondered 
if it was enough to make her daddy want to do stuff with her, but she couldn't think of 
anything else she could wear, and the sudden raucous laughter of the kookaburras greeting 
the lightening eastern sky made her realise that she'd better hurry up or she'd be too 
late.

"She paused outside her father's door to take a deep breath. 'This is it.' she thought.

"She carefully eased the handle of the door down, the click of the latch letting go 
unnaturally loud in the pre-dawn silence.  Her already thumping heart jumped at the sound 
and it seemed like it was about to leap right out of her body, it was pounding so hard.  
She paused listening for any sound that might indicate her father was stirring, but she 
couldn't hear anything over the sound of her blood rushing in her ears.

"She eased the door open, wincing at the slight squeak made by the hinges, but she realised 
that it only sounded loud, because she'd never noticed it before.  Hoping she was right, 
she eased herself through the gap she'd made and looked over towards her sleeping father.

"In the pale pre-dawn light, she was able to see him laying sprawled on his back beneath 
the doona.  One of his legs was sticking out from beneath the covers, bared almost all of 
the way to the top.  His handsome face was in full shadow, but she could easily imagine his 
strong features and the dark bristles that covered his chin.

"As she watch the bedclothes rise and fall with his breathing and listened to the soft 
rattle of his quite snoring, she remembered another day she'd stood like this in the 
doorway.  But that was before she was a big girl and her mummy said she couldn't hop into 
bed with them any more.

"She remembered how she would wake early on a Sunday morning just like this one.  She would 
creep down the hall holding in her giggles with both hands.  Opening the door was always 
difficult because sometimes the giggles would get out when she used only one hand.  But 
once the door was open it was easy, because she was a lion then and everybody knew that 
lions didn't giggle, they roared.

"She roared too as she pounced on her sleeping prey, and he mummy and daddy would pretend 
to be real scared when the woke up with a savage beast right in the middle of their bed.  
But sometimes when the giggles got out the hunter would be awake and when she pounced he'd 
catch her and scrub his rough bristles all over her face and then they'd scratch her tummy 
as he blew right into her belly button while she shrieked with laughter.

"She sometimes missed those days when her daddy and her mummy would play with her, and 
tickle and cuddle and hug, and it didn't matter about her getting into their bed with them.  
She didn't really understand why it stopped when she went to school, other kids still 
played games like that with their mummies and daddies even kids bigger than she was, but 
her mummy said it wasn't right, so she accepted it.

"A little snort from her father as he shifted brought her back to the present with a start, 
and she shivered deliciously at the thought of what she was about to do.  She knew it was 
naughty, but somehow that made it even better.

"She carefully lowered herself to her hands and knees and crept quietly across the room 
until she was next to the bed.  Just as she reached the bed, her hands brushed across 
something soft and a little bit damp.  Curiously she picked whatever it was up and realised 
that it was a pair of her undies.  She briefly wondered what a pair of her undies were 
doing on her daddy's bedroom floor and why they were wet, but another raucous burst from 
the kookaburras reminded her that she was running out of time.

Very carefully, she took hold of the edge of the doona and a little bit at a time, she 
folded it back until her daddy's big cock was revealed.  But it wasn't big.  It was hardly 
as long as one of her fingers, and it was only half as thick as it had been the previous 
morning.  Nor was there any sign of the large purple bulb which had been so much in 
evidence then, instead the pale skin continued in an unbroken expanse from root to tip.  
And it looked all soft and floppy too, the way it rested on his thigh next to the hairy 
sack that must be where his balls were.

"Seeing it like this made her realised why she'd never noticed it before, but she wanted it 
to be like it had been the last time she'd seen it, so he'd be horny when she woke him up.  
Because one of the letters has said men didn't think very well when they were horny and it 
was easier to get them to do stuff.  Now she'd have to make him get a stiffy while he was 
asleep or, he might not do anything with her and he might get really mad at her too.

"Tentatively, she reached out to touch her father's limp prick, her fingers trembling with 
the fear that even her lightest touch would serve to awaken him.  Her fingers made only the 
briefest of fleeting contacts with the soft worm curled in its nest of wiry black hair, yet 
even that tiny touch was enough to send a thrill of utmost delight through the young girl.  
She had touched a man's cock.  Her heart pounded and already she could feel the moisture 
gathering in the soft hairless folds between her legs.

"When her father didn't stir, she reached out once more and laid her fingers lightly upon, 
but in full contact with her fathers limp cock.  It felt cool to her touch and the skin was 
so soft.  But what should she do now?  His penis seemed to be unresponsive to what she had 
done so far, and she was afraid that a firmer touch would wake him.

"There was something which seemed so nasty as to be impossible that anyone might want do 
it, but more than half of all the letters in the magazine talked about it.  But she 
couldn't even do that, because there was nowhere for her to begin.  The big red bulb that 
should be on the end of her father's penis was missing, and she had no idea of how to make 
it emerge.

"As the little girl contemplated her father's soft cock and what she could do to make it 
ready for what she so desperately craved, random bolts of electricity continued to radiate 
outwards from the pit of her belly.  Absently she lowered her free hand to cup he burning 
little pussy and sooth the itch she felt there.  It shocked her to feel how wet she was.  
The whole area between her legs was completely saturated, and the moisture had crept up 
through the thin fabric of her knickers almost to the top of her slit.

"She had to bite her lip to suppress the moan that rose in her throat when she pressed the 
fabric into her tiny slit with her finger.  It felt so good to the little girl and almost 
of it's own accord, her finger began to slide effortlessly up and down the hairless groove.  
It was so deliciously wicked to finger herself like this while she crouched so close to her 
daddy's side, while she was actually touching his cock.  Butterflies swirled within her 
tummy and the shocks that came from her pussy, almost shook her with their intensity.

"But this wasn't what she'd came to do.  In her confused little mind, she wanted her daddy 
to love her like he'd done before she'd gone to school.  She wanted him to hold her close 
like he hadn't done for years.  She wanted her daddy to fuck her.  Gasping, she tore her 
hand away from the burning fire between her legs almost collapsing with the sudden 
cessation of the sensations she'd been feeling.

"As she'd done in the previous afternoon, she lifted her damp fingers to her face filling 
her nostrils with the scent of her lust.  She was about to take one of her moistened 
fingers between her lips when she suddenly remembered another of the letters from the 
magazine.  This wasn't really the same as it was in the letter because her daddy was 
asleep, but it might still work.

"She hoped it wouldn't wake him up, but she was almost beyond caring by this time.  Biting 
her lip hard so that the pain overrode the pleasures she felt, she pushed her hand back 
down between her legs and into her knickers.  She thrust her fingers into the humid heat of 
her fiery quim and coated them liberally with her sweet emissions.  Then when they all but 
dripped with her juices, she brought her hand near her fathers face.

"In truth, her actions were almost unnecessary, for while she'd been distracted by the heat 
in her belly, the first faint tendrils of her fragrance had reached the sleeping man's 
nostrils and unnoticed by her, the sleeping monster had twitched and begun to awaken.  When 
she brought her fingers, redolent with her musk, his nostrils flared as he drew the scent 
of his daughter's arousal deep within his being.

"But the man slept on, leaving the deepest, most visceral parts of his self to respond 
unfettered by the dictates of society and his conscience.  Beneath her lightly touching 
finger's, the little girl felt her father's prick surge.

"She watched in fascination as the cute little worm uncurled itself from its hairy bed and 
slide from beneath her fingers.  It lifted itself briefly upwards and then flopped 
backwards to fall on his belly.  From the tip, there emerged a pale pink dome that visibly 
darkened as she watched.  Already it reached halfway to his navel, and still it grew.  The 
shaft thickened until it seemed almost as thick as her wrist, and the swelling glans popped 
free of its concealing sheath, which now seemed to almost strangle the angry purple head 
like a too tight collar.

"In mere seconds the harmless looking grub became a raging monster of fearsome proportions.  
The little girl shivered at what she now contemplated.  Seen close up, the enormous shaft 
of flesh looked as if it would split her tiny body in two.   Yet though she shivered in 
fear, she now wanted more than ever to feel that huge prick filling the aching void between 
her legs.

"She wanted nothing more than to throw her tiny body atop her father's and impale herself 
on his mighty spear, but she knew that if he woke before she could accomplish the task, he 
might still reject her.  She had to wake him in a way that would tell him clearer than 
words that this was what she wanted, and would inflame him to the point that it was 
impossible for him to refuse.

"And now that his penis was thick and hard, she knew what it was that she had to do.  
Trembling slightly, and almost hyperventilating with excitement, and a delicious shiver of 
fear.  She leaned across her fathers hips until her face was within a few centimetres of 
his huge cock. She cautiously sniffed at it, but detected nothing but a faint muskiness 
which only served to excite her further.

"Feeling bold and incredibly wicked, she brushed her soft lips over the soft wrinkles below 
the shining purple crown.  Even this slight caress, light as it was brought a soft moan 
from her fathers lips, and he moved slightly, straightening his leg.  Spooked the little 
girl jerked backwards her eyes going fearfully to her father's face.  But his eyes remained 
closed and the bedclothes rose and fell steadily with his breath.  His lips had however 
curled upwards into a faint smile.

"Reassured that he was still asleep, Heidi again brought her face close to the fearsome 
object of her desires.  Again he moaned when her lips brushed against him, and even though 
she expected it, the nervous little girl still jerked at the sound.  Becoming bolder, she 
let her tongue emerge from between her lips and for the first time in her life, she tasted 
a man.

"A moment later she sat back in disappointment, he tasted no different to her own skin.  
There wasn't even the saltiness of his sweat.  But then she almost giggled at her own 
silliness, of course she couldn't taste him there, everything that came out of men came 
from that little slit in the end where he peed from.

"Although she understood that it wasn't really nasty, that thought was still enough to 
deter the little girl from going any further with her mouth for the moment.  Instead, she 
began to explore the stiff rod with her fingers.  Boldly, she stroked the length of the 
shaft without touching the sensitive head,  It wasn't cool any more, in fact it felt almost 
hot enough to burn her.  The skin was silky smooth and incredibly soft, and yet that 
softness was only a couple of millimetres deep.  Beneath the skin, it felt almost as hard 
as bone and she marvelled at how that soft innocuous little worm had metamorphosed into 
this impossibly rigid bar that seem much more than mere flesh and blood.

"When her father still failed to stir, she curled her little fingers around it, and lifted 
it carefully from his belly until she had it pointing straight up in the air.  Now she was 
able to look at it closely from all sides.  She gave it a little squeeze, but could detect 
no give in the fleshy pole which she held, and she was reluctant to squeeze harder in case 
it woke her daddy.  The top looked completely different to the wrinkled underside, here the 
dark fleshy dome flared outwards, even wider than the shaft which she couldn't quite close 
her fingers around.  She almost giggled out loud when she realised that it looked exactly 
like those helmets the German soldiers wore in the war movies that her daddy watched 
sometimes.

"She transferred the shaft to the hand slick with her juices and poked the purple crown 
gently with her finger.  She immediately found that it felt almost the complete opposite to 
the long shaft which it capped.  The skin felt somehow hard to her touch, but underneath it 
was soft and spongy.  She carefully and gently pinched it between her fingers, discovering 
that she could easily compress it.

"With a groan her daddy made his hips jerk upwards, and she almost let go in her surprise.  
But luckily she managed to hold on, and when she checked he was still asleep, though his 
breathing was a bit faster now.   With her heart beating like a triphammer, she thought 
about what had just happened.  She'd thought she'd hurt him when he groaned like that, but 
his smile was bigger than ever and she realised he'd liked her touching the big purple 
helmet like that.  She also remembered that when he moved the inside of his cock had 
slipped through her fingers where she held him, but the skin had stayed still.

"She tentatively moved her left hand up and down a little bit and marvelled at just how far 
she was able to make the skin move on the outside of his thick cock.  The movement made his 
balls jiggle a bit in their sack and she wanted to feel them to see what they were like 
too, but she knew that they were very sensitive and was scared that she might hurt him so 
she left them alone. 'This must be a hand job like they wrote about in the magazine.' she 
thought.

"While her left hand slid up and down near the middle of his cock, her right hand once 
again explored the firm spongy tip.  Her father muttered something in his sleep too softly 
for her to hear, but a quick check revealed that he remained asleep and she started to feel 
that she could do anything without waking hip up.

"Soon a tiny droplet of moisture began to seep from the slit at the tip of his prick.  For 
a second she wondered if it was pee, but she quickly realised that it must be the precum 
that the magazine talked about.  Carefully she picked it up on the tip of her finger and 
rubbed her thumb against it.  It was slippery just like the stuff that came out of her, but 
there wasn't anywhere near as much.

"Screwing her nose up in a way that would have looked comical if there'd been anyone there 
to see it, she touched it to her tongue.  There was so little that she could hardly taste 
it, but she thought it tasted sweet, and she might like it even more than her own juices.  
Even as she savoured her first real taste of a man a bigger droplet of clear fluid appeared 
at the tip of his cock.

"Curiosity now overcame her earlier aversion.  She lowered her head until her warm breath 
caressed his stiff cock, and delicately picked up the shimmering droplet on the tip of her 
tongue.  Even before she brought her tongue back inside her mouth she knew she liked it.  
It was deliciously sweet with just a slight savoury saltiness.  Eagerly she pressed her 
fingertips into the underside of his shaft as she stroked it, trying to coax another 
delicious morsel to the tip.

"As soon as one appeared, she lowered her head, and this time let her tongue rasp over the 
smooth head of his prick as she picked it up.  Immediately, her father uttered his loudest 
groan yet, and his hips pushed up as if he were begging her to do it again.  There was no 
delicious treat waiting for her, but her daddy seemed to want it so much.

"The little girl would do almost anything to please her daddy and it no longer seemed nasty 
to lick the place he peed from.  She brought her lips to within almost kissing distance of 
the swollen purple crown and then, feeling a delicious little thrill in her tummy, closed 
the distance to press her lips firmly to the hot skin.

"Her daddy jerked when her lips touched him, actually pushing himself a little way into her 
mouth.  She pulled back in surprise just as he spoke her name in a strange way that sounded 
almost hungry.  Half terrified that he'd woken her eyes flew to his face, but his eyes 
remained closed, though the lids flickered rapidly in a way that she knew meant he was 
dreaming.

"She wondered if he was dreaming about her, and when he called out her name again she 
became almost certain of it.  The thrill that swept through her almost knocked her flat.  
Her daddy was dreaming about her.  Her daddy was having a *sexy* dream about her.

"She paused for a moment to put everything the letters and stories said about sucking cocks 
straight in her mind, and went to work with more than enough enthusiasm to make up for any 
lack of practice. Her tiny tongue flickered like lighting over the soft crown of his prick 
quickly coating it with her spit.  Not quite ready to take him wholly in her mouth, she 
still planted sucking kisses all over the shiny dome.  She quickly learnt from his 
reactions that the wrinkled underside was where he was most sensitive and concentrated most 
of her attentions there, though she was careful not to neglect the rest of his prick.

"She no longer worried that her actions might wake him.  All she cared for was that when he 
did wake she would be doing such a good job that he wouldn't be able to stop her.  In his 
sleep he cried out her name again and again.  He began entreating her to suck his cock.

"Hearing this, the little girl crouched over his loins started, thinking that he'd woken, 
but she quickly realised that he was crying out in his sleep, still caught up in the dream 
she'd given him.  She no longer cared that she was slobbering over the part that he peed 
with, if her daddy wanted it, she would do it for him.  If he peed in her mouth, she would 
gladly accept it and swallow it down.  Any thing her daddy wanted from her she would gladly 
give.

"Tilting the tip of his cock towards herself, she pressed her lips to the tip and relaxed 
her jaw as she forced her head downwards.  For a moment it seemed as if the disparity was 
too much, but as if they knew what she was trying to do, his hips lunged upwards, forcing 
the spongy head of his prick through the tight ring of her lips, sliding it into the warm 
moist cavern of her mouth.

"Her jaw ached slightly from opening far enough to admit the bulbous intruder, but once it 
was past her teeth she could allow it to close slightly around the somewhat narrower shaft.  
She'd done it.  She had her daddy's big, stiff cock in her mouth.  Spurred on by his 
entreaties, she hollowed her cheeks and applied suction to the purple plum that almost 
filled her mouth.

"After a few seconds of baby like sucking, she remembered the other things that she had to 
do.  Although there wasn't much room left in her mouth once it was filled with the head of 
her fathers enormous prick she did the best she could.  She began bobbing her head up and 
down in short strokes, forcing it as deep as she could and pulling back until flanged knob 
was stopped by her lips.  At the same time she sort of poked at it with her tongue, the 
closest she could come to licking it within the cramped confines.  Outside her mouth, her 
hand resumed it's stroking, sliding the soft skin up and down the outside of his steely 
shaft.

"It did not take long for the eager little girl's enthusiastic efforts to take their toll 
on her father, and she became aware that his voice had taken on the muzziness of someone 
half awake.  But since he was moving directly from the most erotic dream of his life to a 
reality that matched his dream state, he continued to encourage the lewd act that his 
daughter was performing.  For several seconds he lay back luxuriating in the imagined feel 
of her lips and tongue on his cock.  His hands rested lightly on her head as he guided her 
to a pace more to his liking.

"But as he came more fully awake, the sensations he feeling became too real for him to 
ignore.  'Oh fuck Heidi what are you doing?' he cried out in anguish as he realised that 
his nine year old daughter really was sucking on his cock with an expertise that belied her 
years.

"The little girl heard his cry, and realised that if she stopped now she might never have 
another chance.  Ignoring him, she wrapped her other hand around his rigid shaft and 
redoubled her efforts.  Her tiny hands became a blur, and her head bobbed faster and deeper 
on his cock.

"Ruthlessly she fought down the involuntary gag reflex that came when she pushed the 
swollen dome past the back of her tongue and almost into her throat.  She didn't care about 
what she was feeling at this moment, every fibre of her being was concentrated on the 
single task of bringing her father to his peek and getting him to squirt his cum into her 
mouth.  She was going to be the best damned cocksucker that ever lived even if it killed 
her to do it.

"If a single one of those letters the little girl had read had mentioned deep throating she 
might well have done just that.  Fortunately she knew nothing of the technique and simply 
concentrated on stuffing what she could of his bloated member into her frenziedly sucking 
little mouth.  When she felt his hand on her shoulder, she tightened her fingers, taking a 
grip on his cock that only death would break, and when he tried to slow her madly plunging 
head she ignored the pain that the fingers caught in her hair caused.  Everything she had, 
she poured into the task she'd set herself and she would not stop until she'd completed it.

"Her father groaned half in mortification and half with pure pleasure, like nothing he'd 
ever felt before.  After making two attempts to stop her he no longer had the will to try.  
His blood sang in his ears and his balls churned as they'd never done before.  Seconds only 
passed before he felt the surge in his loins that told him he'd reached the point of no 
return.

"Dimly, Heidi noticed the already rigid shaft she held become stiffer still, and the 
bloated fleshy bulb that she nursed upon so desperately swelled further.  Before her eyes 
the balls that had hung so loosely in their sack were now drawn up so tightly that they 
almost disappeared into his body.  She knew that this meant something, but in her frenzied 
state she had no idea what.

"An instant later she was forcibly reminded.  As her father let out a roar of pure animal 
lust, her tiny mouth was flooded with a great gout of slimy, salty fluid, that had a slight 
peppery bite as it coated her madly working tongue.  Even that first spurt was enough to 
more than fill what little room remained within her tiny mouth.  Some of the excess slid 
over the back of her tongue, forcing her to swallow while the rest overcame the tight seal 
of her lips to dribble down her cheek.

"The choking gulp that his daughter made meant nothing to the man who was her father, as he 
fired a second even more powerful jet of fuck slime into the burning heat of her little 
sucking maw.  All he could comprehend were the incredible waves of unimaginable pleasure 
that radiated outwards from his madly pumping loins.

"Even as her father's semen almost choked her, Heidi continued sucking on his cock, while 
her hands and lips worked to milk even more of his cum from his balls.  She would not fail 
she told herself, even as the third spurt, filled her mouth, before she could force her 
still spasming throat to swallow what was left of the second. It filled the back of her 
mouth and with nowhere else to go, it overflowed out her nostrils.

"Still she held on.  She readied herself for the next mighty effusion, determined to 
swallow it properly.  It came and she desperately worked her throat.  It elated her when 
she was able to manage it and the last few weaker spurts that followed.  Long after final 
feeble dribble oozed onto her tongue, the mighty organ filling her mouth continued to 
twitch.  But the urgency was now gone.  Her hands and head came to a standstill and she 
laid her sticky cheek on his belly, contentedly sucking on his spent prick.

"Unable to even groan, her father layed back totally spent, his hands weakly caressing his 
daughters head, as she gently nursed upon his diminishing member.  But soon, even that 
became too much for his hypersensitised flesh, and he weakly tugged at her shoulder.

"This time she came away, releasing his soft cock with a lewd slurp.  Her smiling face 
turned towards him and he gasped at what he saw.  His eyes took in the obscene drools of 
his semen that dribbled from her nostrils and the corners of her mouth, but he lacked even 
the strength to hate himself for what he'd done to his daughter.

"For several seconds they gazed at each other, he at the obscenely streaked features of his 
nine year old daughter and she at the look of drained contentment that marked his face.

"Her voice was the first to break the silence.  She dragged her arm across her mouth and 
under her nose to wipe away his sperm but only succeeded in smearing it across her cheek.  
'Was I good Daddy?' she asked brightly, 'Did I do it right?'

"Oh God, did she do it right?" Laura groans, "She damned near sucked the poor bastard's 
balls out with his cum and the little shit has to ask 'did she do it right?'  Oh God, I 
need to cum right now!"

With her head hanging from her shoulders, Laura leans forward until she can place her hands 
flat on my chest and proceeds to slam her hips up and down, impaling herself again and 
again on my stiff cock.  Her eyes burn insanely as with each hip cracking meeting of our 
loins she arches her back and grinds her clit viciously between our bodies.  The juices 
with which she flooded me during my tale splatter in all directions each time her arse 
slaps down on my thighs.

Only seconds elapse before she finds her release.  Her head snaps back revealing the 
chorded ligaments of her neck as he mouth opens in a soundless scream.  Her belly ripples 
against mine, so acutely has she arched her back, and her cunt slams tight around my prick 
with enough power to drive a pained grunt from my lungs.  Again and again the walls of her 
fuck tube grip my impaling member with a force that threatens to wrench it out by the 
roots.

It almost seems as if her orgasm should continue forever, but the human body can only 
sustain such intensity for a few brief seconds.  Only moments after it had begun, her body 
collapses on top of mine as her relaxing cunt muscles let a torrent of her juices flood 
from her pussy to anoint my already saturated groin.

"Oh god!" she mutters into my throat time and time again as she recovers from the climax 
that ripped through her like a tornado.

I cuddle her to me, gently stroking her heaving shoulders as she winds down.  Sooner than I 
would have believed possible, she levers herself up to look into my face. "I'm a sick 
bitch." she tells me, "I'm a really sick bitch, if Gemma had been here just now I would 
have held her down for you to fuck.  And you're a sick bastard.  You told that story as if 
it were real.  Was it?"

Her tone tells me that she's afraid that it was, even as she hopes the same thing. "No," I 
tell her, "as far as I know it was just a story.  The true confessions, if that's what they 
are, almost always make for pretty lousy reading, since the author usually has about as 
much writing skill as a brick."

"I don't know." she shook her head, "The way you told that story almost made me feel like I 
was there and the descriptions made it so believable."

"Well," I say with a grin, "I've had plenty of practice with telling the girls bedtime 
stories, but the descriptions are pretty standard for that sort of story.  The better 
authors choose their words so that they're constantly reminding their readers of how young 
the kids are, and how the people they're writing about are related to each other."

"Well whoever it was certainly managed to do that, that secret agent thing and the lion 
game are exactly the sort of things kids do." she tells me, adding with a chuckle, "But I 
hope to God you never tell stories like that to the kids, you'd singe their ears off."

"It was certainly seemed hot enough for you." I grin, "Your pussy damned near ripped my 
dick off when you came, and I'm damned glad that you didn't move, or you bloody well would 
have."

"Serves you right." she giggles, "God, for a nervous almost virgin, you've done a fucking 
incredible job.  The two biggest cums of my entire life and I'm still waiting for you to 
fuck me properly."

Suddenly a wicked grin flickers across her face and she schools her expression to one of 
childlike innocence as she begins to squirm in my lap. "Oh daddy what are you doing?" she 
asks in a childish voice, "What's that thing you're putting in my little pee hole?."

My cock lurches within her tightly clasping pussy at her words, and my hands slide down her 
back to grip her about the waist, as she rises to a sitting position atop my hips.  "I was 
right.  You're as sick as I am you bastard." she crows.

She lifts herself upwards until the tip of my cock is barely held in place at the entrance 
to her cunt and begins to struggle weakly against my grip. "No Daddy.  Stop it Daddy it 
hurts." she whimpers convincingly.  And the muscular control she exerts to restrict her 
already tight passage is enough to make me believe that I really am trying to force entry 
into the virgin pussy of a child.

I close my eyes to prevent the bobbling of her adult sized breasts from spoiling the 
illusion, and increase the downward pressure on her hips. "No Daddy!" she cries as her 
childishly tight passage grudgingly gives way to the fleshy spear that rises up to impale 
her.  Impatiently, I jam my hips upwards, sliding home into her well-lubricated sheath in a 
rush as she lets out a pained cry, "Dadddeeeee!"

As I hold her down against the false, but convincing struggle that she puts up, her 
whimpers change in tone until she cries softly, "It's starting to good now Daddy."

"See Honey." I say, adding my voice to our joint fantasy, "I told you it only hurt for a 
minute ant then it would feel good.  Lift up a little bit now Honey and slide back down.  
Careful Honey, not to fast yet." I add as she jerks up and down, and lets out a convincing 
squeak of supposed discomfort.

Laura lifts herself his a second time, and slowly wriggles her tight cunt back down around 
my rock hard shaft.  "Oh that felt nice Daddy." she cries out as if in surprise.  "Can I do 
it some more Daddy?  Please Daddy?"

"Of course you can Honey." I tell her, "Just remember to be careful until my cock stretches 
your little cunny a bit."

Maintaining that incredible muscular control, Lara slides up and down on my rigid shaft, 
beginning with little short strokes, but soon progressing to longer and longer ones until 
her tight cunt glides in full strokes along the entire length of my prick.

"Oh Daddy!" she cries delightedly, "it feels good Daddy!  Oh Daddy my tummy's tingling so 
good."

Just then lightning strikes close enough to make the house shake, and Laura squeal with 
surprise.  "Did you feel the earth move?" I quip.

"God was that you?"  she giggles, "Do it again."

"My pleasure." I chuckle, and right on cue the room brightens again with harsh actinic 
light, an earth shaking rumble of thunder sounding before the light fades.

"Mummy I'm scared." Gemma's voice quavers from the doorway, and I feel Laura stiffen on top 
of me.  Then with her fear of the storm wiped away by what she's witnessing, Gemma asks 
curiously, "What are you doing with Geoff Mummy?  Is he hurting you?  How come you haven't 
got any clothes on?  Why does it smell funny in here?"

Laura looks down at me with panic in her eyes, and I murmur, "Now *this* is what I call a 
compromising position."