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DADDY'S LITTLE STUDENT Complete 19bk
by Russell Hoisington
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This is an erotic fantasy. The characters and the situation are
purely imaginary, and this story is **NOT** intended to be a
guide for actual behavior. Any similarities between this story
and actual people or actual events you should be ashamed of are
purely coincidental. If it is illegal in your part of the world
to access and read erotic fiction, or if you are underage, or if
you don't like underage sex stories, then you should stop now.
This story is copyright 2003 by Russell Hoisington. Please do
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This is a continuation of WYNTER KING: DADDY'S LITTLE
NURSE. Chapter One would have been Chapter Seven if I hadn't
stopped. If you haven't read the original six chapters, the
story is archived in either two files of three chapters each or
as the complete story. If you have read those, you can skip the
background.
Background
Accident-prone Richard King's pretty blonde daughter,
Wynter, age eleven, wants to be a nurse when she grows up.
Shortly after he was immobilized (again), Richard, talked his way
out of the hospital early. Shortly thereafter his wife was sent
to Europe for three weeks. Now an avalanche on the mountain road
to their isolated home has trapped his resident nurse in town.
Wynter is forced to become her father's nurse. With his lower
right leg and both arms and hands in casts, Richard is totally
dependent upon her. But Richard has a second problem.
An earlier accident left Richard with a vasectomy and damage
to the vas deferens that causes pain if his semen builds up for
more than a few days. Wynter can't stand to see anyone in pain.
Puberty causes a struggle between the emerging young woman
and the naive little girl, a perfectionist who wants desperately
to act like a grownup nurse, not a child, for her patient/father.
The situation causes a struggle between the dutiful father and
his horny, aching need for relief.
Wynter learns that handjobs will relieve his discomfort and
expands her nursing duties. Richard learns that Wynter herself
has been aching with horniness caused by the hormones changing
her body, but that she has no idea what to do for relief. Home
schooled and isolated much of the year, she has had minimal
contact with other children throughout her life. After his last
handjob from her, which she gave to him not because she was his
patient but because he was her father and she loved him, she was
expecting him to talk her through the steps of getting herself
off. Richard, however, fell asleep. Wynter decides to teach
herself.
Discomfort causes Richard to awaken in time to partially
observe her first orgasm. She comes down from her orgasmic high
and sees he is awake. She sits on the edge of the bed to talk
with him, giving him his first look at parts of her since she was
just a baby.....
---
Wynter sat with her PUSSY -- she had just learned that new
word -- open to his feasting eyes. He liked looking at it as much
as he liked looking at her titties, which he'd sucked just before
the last time she GOT HIM OFF. She thought that was a strange
phrase.
"I just wish your hands were free so that you could do me
the way I do you. If -- if you'd like to, I mean."
She watched his eyes change to the way they looked when he
was trying to decide something hard. He was quiet for many long
seconds, not moving except for his eyes. She guessed that
whatever it was, it must be something very important, so she
remained seated there with her legs spread and the itchy, horny
feeling growing stronger. She was thinking about rubbing her
clitty with her fingers when he finally spoke.
"Wynter," he said in a quiet voice, "have you ever heard of
oral sex?"
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One of Ten
Wynter stood at the kitchen stove wearing fuzzy house shoes,
a green gingham apron, and a frown. Her left hand grasped the
long blonde ponytail hanging over her shoulder, and her right
held a large cooking spoon. She had left her pajama top off
after her shower because she'd discovered her father liked
looking at her boobies, or her TITS, as grownups called them.
She'd removed the bottoms to teach herself how to masturbate.
Her father was going to talk her through it, but he had fallen
asleep. He woke up with a neck cramp just before she CAME -- she
thought that was a funny name for it and decided to ask her
father why it was called that -- and she didn't have time to put
the bottoms back on. Because of that, she discovered he liked
looking at her vaginal region -- her PUSSY as grownups called it
-- and left them off just for him.
Her mind was racing everywhere, making it difficult for her
to concentrate on making lunch. Daddy had done little more than
define ORAL SEX before he drifted back to sleep. Wynter knew he
needed the rest to recover from his injuries, and she understood
that men used up a whole lot of energy during SEXUAL ACTIVITY and
needed to rest afterward. She worried that too much sexual
activity would take away energy he needed to recover from his
injuries. She had said that, and he had replied, "Honey, it
gives me a reason to heal faster," before dozing off again. She
was still thinking about that.
He'd looked so very uncomfortable at that forty-five degree
angle, and that was what had given him a neck cramp and caused
him to wake up when she was masturbating. GETTING HERSELF OFF,
as grownups called it. All these new terms. After lunch, while
he was sleeping, she'd have to start a notebook of them to help
her use them properly now that she was no longer a child -- she
was eleven years old now, and had started mens... -- menst... --
having her PERIODS.
She had forced herself to think only about what she was
doing as she slowly adjusted the bed until it was flat, cranking
it down a bit and then adjusting the suspension of his casts,
over and over until it was done. Nurse Ellen Carter would be so
very pleased with her for not waking him up once in the process.
Both Daddy and Nurse Carter had told her she was a natural at
being a nurse, and she could hardly wait until she could go to
nursing school. Nurse Carter had even said she'd make a fine
doctor, too. Wynter got warm tingles throughout her whole entire
body whenever they complimented her on her nursing skills
It was while she was fixing lunch that she'd realized that
Nurse Carter would return tomorrow afternoon, if the plows got
the road clear of the snow from the avalanche. With Nurse Carter
back, Wynter would no longer be able to relieve her father's
distress when his semen, his CUM, built up too much pressure in
the damaged -- what were they called? The tubes where he's been
injured when she was just a baby -- vast difference? That
couldn't be right, could it? She'd have to ask him to spell the
right name for her so she could put it in the notebook. She
understood now that she couldn't tell Nurse Carter that she had
given Daddy HANDJOBS. And Mother would be back before Nurse
Carter left, and she'd be the one to relieve Daddy's aching
testicles, his NUTS, after that.
<Drat!>
Eight seconds later the tidal wave of panic struck. Nurse
Carter had removed his catheter because he was having too many
erections, or HARDONS, and the catheter was hurting. She'd been
his nurse before. She knew about the damaged tubes between his
NUTS and his DICK and how it got too painful for him after four
or five days with no relief. If he didn't complain about the
pressure, she'd wonder why. If he did, and she gave him a
handjob for relief, she'd see that he didn't have enough cum
built up to cause pain. When he came an hour ago, it was just a
trickle.
If Wynter did ORAL SEX with her father, he'd probably SHOOT
HIS WAD again after she came, and he'd have even less cum when
Nurse Carter returned. Perhaps she shouldn't do any oral sex
because of that. Besides, it didn't sound very good when he
described it. But he'd said, "Honey, it's wonderful, and I
really love doing it. You will too because it feels so very
nice."
<Maybe,> she thought. It sure didn't sound very appetizing.
But he really did want to touch her pussy, and oral sex was
the only way he could because his hands were in those casts.
Daddy loved her so much that he wanted to make her cum because
she'd made him cum because she loved him. She wondered how that
sentence would look diagrammed, and then her thoughts raced to
when she was cleaning him up afterward. He'd fallen asleep, and
just like a grownup nurse, she'd cleaned up her patient without
awakening him, except at the last second she'd put a gentle kiss
of love on his dick. She doubted nurses did that to ordinary
patients.
Thinking about that kiss was what had triggered her first
orgasm.
And what triggered that sharp feeling of HORNINESS that had
suddenly returned to her vaginal region. No, to her PUSSY, she
corrected herself. Well, she certainly knew what to do about
that now! Her fingers were reaching under the apron that
protected her slender nude body from cooking spatters, just
brushing against the thin carpet of cornsilk blonde hair on her
pussy when she realized what she was doing.
She couldn't touch her pussy and then touch food! It was
unsanitary!
But -- Daddy wanted to put his tongue in THERE.
And he'd said that they'd BOTH love it!
A yip from the door to the utility room announced that
Dragon was finished with his doggie business and wanted back
inside. She let the Labrador retriever in and leaned over to
speak to him. She was rewarded with a tongue in the face.
She laughed and wished she could pet him, but it would be
unsanitary to pet a dog and touch food. She went back to the
stove, deep in thought.
If Daddy put his tongue THERE, would it help him with his
next orgasm, his next CUM, the way kissing his dick while he
slept had helped her to have her first one? Dragon didn't mind
using his tongue on himself to masturbate. Of course, Dragon
liked to eat what Daddy called "rabbit raisins" in the garden, so
maybe that wasn't a very good analogy. A better one instead
might be....
"Oh, YUCK!"
She whirled to the sink and began scrubbing her face with
dishwashing soap. The chicken soup almost boiled over before she
was finished.
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Two of Ten
Wynter put the tray on the table and rolled it to the bed.
She stood silently, looking at her sleeping father lying there
with his arms and one leg suspended in casts and a sheet covering
his athletic body. His ruggedly handsome face didn't have any of
the scars that covered much of his arms and legs and body, but
even if it did, she would still love him just as much. If she
could have just one wish granted, it would be that he stopped
having so many accidents that hurt himself.
The soup was too hot to eat, so she would just let him sleep
a little longer because he needed his rest to heal. She might as
well use the wait to incline the top of the bed again. At
forty-five degrees she gently awakened him, rather than let his
head suddenly roll and jerk him awake. A warm feeling raced
through her naked body when his loving green eyes opened and
looked directly into her large blue-green ones as he smiled. Her
first orgasm felt really, REALLY good, but it wasn't nearly as
good as the feeling she got from seeing him smile at her.
"Patients need their rest to heal, but they also need their
nutrition so that the body had the stuff it needs to heal
better," she said, holding her long blonde ponytail to keep it
out of his face as she leaned forward to give him two gentle
daughter-type kisses, first on his nose and then on his lips.
"Quoting Nurse Carter?" he asked.
"No," she said, giggling. "Nurse King."
"Ah! Well, I trust whatever she says. She's my favorite
nurse, you know."
Her head dropped and her eyes fastened onto his left arm
cast, but she whispered, "Thank you." She felt the heat of her
blush. She was angry with herself for suddenly acting like a
child again, but she didn't know what to DO when he complimented
her, even though she loved hearing it. She knew he meant it, and
that made it even more difficult. If he were just playing and
teasing, it wouldn't bother her and she'd tease back. But he
MEANT it. Why hadn't Mother told her what to do? Because Mother
thought she was still a child? She could wait until Mother
returned, but that would be another two weeks. Well, she would
just ask Nurse Carter tomorrow. Nurse Carter would understand if
she were asked in just the right way.
"Chicken?"
Her head jerked up and she frowned at him. "What?"
"Chicken?" He nodded toward the table. "The soup? It
smells like chicken."
Now she was mad at herself for thinking her father, who
loved her with all his heart, had called her a name. "Oh." She
turned and pointed at each item as she said, "Home made chicken
with vegetables soup and a chicken salad sandwich. Carrot
sticks. Apple juice and milk."
"No hospital food?" he asked with sad, puppy dog eyes and a
downturned mouth.
"I'm sorry, Daddy," she said in her most serious expression.
"With all the snow I just couldn't find any road kill."
Her father sighed heavily. "And I was hoping for some
diesel-flavored chipmunk."
They broke up in laughter. Wynter grabbed her pony tail and
leaned forward to kiss him again. She saw his eyes look at her
tits and slowed to give him a longer view of them. When they
kissed, she felt his tongue brush across lips, sort of like it
had first brushed her nipples when he'd sucked on her tits
earlier that morning.
<Now what?> She didn't want to pull back. That would be
childish. Should she lick her father's lips in return? The
thought made the horny feeling in her split -- in her PUSSY, she
corrected herself, wondering why she couldn't remember to use all
these new terms the way a grownup would -- tingle. The thought
wasn't objectionable. But was it what he expected? She could
ask, but then she'd have to stop kissing him to do so. That
wouldn't be fair to him because of his needs. Would it? Or
would it be less fair to keep kissing him in a way that wasn't
what he expected or needed?
Being a grownup, Wynter suddenly realized, was a lot more
work than it had seemed to her when she was just a child.
She gently pushed her tongue tip out and brushed it against
her father's lips. She was about to pull it back in when his
rushed out and rubbed across hers. <Drat!> She had been too
slow and his tongue had touched hers instead of her lips like he
meant to do. She pulled it back into her mouth to give her
father free access to her lips.
His tongue followed hers into her mouth! <Yuck!> What had
she done wrong that had caused her father's tongue to
accidentally enter her mouth.
Wait a minute! He didn't pull it back out. Instead he was
rubbing her tongue with his. It couldn't be an accident. He had
to know the difference between her tongue and her lips. He was
doing it on purpose! And it wasn't really all that unpleasant.
In fact, it wasn't unpleasant at all. And the horny feeling in
her pussy was getting stronger!
And then it was gone, and she felt his head draw back as far
as the pillow and mattress would let him. It was over.
"I think I took you by surprise," he said, looking deep into
her blue-green eyes with a worried face. "I'm sorry. I thought
you knew about French kissing by the way you responded."
<Drat!> She had disappointed her father because she was
ignorant of stuff she should have known. She felt puddles
growing along her lower eyelids. "I'm sorry, Daddy. Mother
didn't tell me about that kind of kissing, and I didn't know what
to do. Susie Middleton mentioned it once, but she said you just
licked lips, and she didn't know if both people did it or just
one. I just guessed, and I guess I guessed wrong."
"Oh, no, honey. Not at all! Kissing is like sex in that
there's NOT really a wrong way to do it. Well, unless you bite
hard! Part of the fun of both kissing and sex is learning what
each one likes best and sharing. And I'll tell you a little
secret about us guys if you want me to."
She looked deep into his eyes to see if he was being
serious. He was! And he wanted to share a secret with her?
Then he really, truly must not be upset. She nodded, afraid her
voice would break if she spoke.
"A lot of guys look at it as being a badge of honor to be
the first one to do stuff with a girl. Like being the first to
kiss her or to French kiss her. I'm one of them. I know that no
matter how old you get and how many guys you kiss, none of them
can ever be the first one to know the thrill of feeling your
sweet little tongue against theirs. Only I have that honor, and
that makes me feel wonderful."
With her free hand she wiped her eyes and got another warm
and tingly feeling all over from the way he was looking at her.
It was a look that shouted how much he loved her. It was a look
that wrapped around her and bear-hugged her the way his arms
couldn't.
"Raise the bed the rest of the way and let's eat," he said.
" I'll answer your questions. I know you have plenty."
Did she ever.
ÄÄÄ
By the time they'd finished lunch it was mid-afternoon. She
knew more about kissing now, and was eager to do her lessons in
"the laboratory exercise," as her father always called practicing
new stuff. He had told her that it was his problem to explain to
Nurse Carter why he was no longer feeling pain from "the
discomfort of semen buildup." He didn't say how he'd do it, but
he said it was taken care of and for her not to worry.
She wheeled the table aside and sat on the side of the bed,
her body turned to where he could look at her tits and her pussy
because that made him happy. Yes, he really did want to do oral
sex with her, but not if the idea made her uncomfortable or
upset. He would only EAT her pussy if she really wanted it, not
if she was agreeing because she thought it was what he wanted.
He didn't see any way they could continue with sexual
activities once Nurse Carter returned. And especially after
Mother returned from Europe. That meant this was her ONLY chance
to learn from him.
"But, Daddy, you need your rest to recover. If you use up
all your energy for me, it will take you longer to heal. I'm
your nurse! I can't make you take longer to heal just for me."
She couldn't identify the look he gave her. "Wynter," he
said in a gentle voice, "you're not making this easy."
She felt the heat of the blush spreading up her face. She
was trying to be a good nurse and she had childishly done
something wrong. But what? Her eyes dropped to stare at his arm
cast and she couldn't make them return to his eyes. "I'm sorry.
Daddy, I'm just trying to be a good nurse for you. I'm not doing
a good job of explaining it. Nurse Carter will be back tomorrow.
Maybe she can explain it to you better." She felt her voice
crack with the last sentence.
"Honey, I'm the one who's not doing a good job of
explaining. I understand what you are saying, but you don't
understand ME. You don't understand what rules are all about.
What I'm trying to say is that sometimes it's okay to go against
the rules."
She frowned, thinking about that.
"Honey, I really would love it if you'd look me in the eye
right now."
<Drat.> She lifted her eyes to his. When she made eye
contact, he broke out in a big smile. "Thanks. I just wanted to
feel like you loved me."
"Daddy, I DO love you! That's why...."
"Yes, honey, I KNOW it in my head." He gave her his big
warm smile that always made her feel better. "But when you look
at me instead of my cast or the bed rail or the floor or the
table, I can also FEEL it in...." He winced suddenly, and Wynter
flew into mother hen mode.
"Daddy? Are you okay?"
"Yeah," he said in a gasp. "Remind me not to try to tap my
heart while I'm in these casts. What I'm trying to say -- hmmm.
Okay, let's try it this way. The first couple of nights after
you found Dragon and he was almost dead, you were up almost all
night taking care of him, right?"
"Uh huh." She realized how childish that sounded and grew
angry with herself again. WHY couldn't she sound like a grownup?
"You were a growing girl and needed your rest to grow
properly, but you spent most of two nights awake taking care of
Dragon's needs." By the way he repeated it she realized he was
"reenforcing the lesson" the way her teachers would do in nursing
school, but she didn't know what the lesson was. "By taking care
of Dragon's needs, you spent the energy you needed to grow."
"Yes, but I made up for it after he started getting better."
"Aha!" he said, his eyebrows shooting up his forehead. "You
made up for it later."
More "reinforcing the lesson." He said nothing else. She
thought about it. "You're saying that you can make up for it
later, too?"
He shrugged as best he could. "What else am I going to do
when they plow the road and Ellen makes it back here? Wear
myself out by going dancing with her?"
She laughed then, and that made him laugh. Wynter liked to
hear her father rich, hearty laugh. It made her feel that the
world was a happy place.
"But even if I couldn't make up for it later," he continued,
"I wouldn't care. If it took me another day, or even two or
three days more, I wouldn't care because I was doing something
for you. Honey, you're going to learn that as a grownup, you
always find yourself having to make choices. Sometimes there's
no best choice. Heck, sometimes there's not even a good choice.
That's called the 'lesser of two evils' decision. But that's NOT
what this one is for me."
She stared into his deep eyes, thinking about that.
"When you're a parent, just like when you were caring for
Dragon, you'll sometimes choose to do not what is best for you at
the moment. It might not even be what's best for your child at
that moment, but what's best in the long run. Do you
understand?"
She scrunched her eyebrows in thought for a moment. "Like
that time I was really sick and had a high temperature? I was
freezing and wanted Mother to cover me up, but she put me in the
bathtub and poured water on me to get my fever down?"
Her father made an embarrassed face. "Well, that's a much
better example that mine about you wanting candy before
suppertime. I sure am lucky you're the brains in the family."
She laughed again and squeezed his leg to her hip in a hug.
"You said Dragon was the brains in the family!"
"Well, that was last summer. You got smarter since then."
He looked at his casts. "Apparently I didn't."
"DADDY! It wasn't your fault that drunk hit you."
"No, but if I hadn't been trying to change the CD, I might
have been able to duck, or at least keep from being rolled down
the hillside. You remember this when you start driving."
"I will, Daddy," she said in the most solemn, grownup manner
she could use. She slid off the bed and moved to where his arm
cast wouldn't be in the way when she kissed him.
She suddenly realized that his eyes hadn't moved to her tits
or her pussy once. He'd kept them on hers the whole time,
despite how much he said he loved looking at them! Did he not
like it any more? Or did he keep his eyes on hers because that
was what was best in the long run? It had to be the latter. She
got that warm, tingly feeling all over again when she realized
that he was SHOWING her how much he loved her with his actions.
The moment their lips met, her tongue rushed forward. She was
going to show him that she loved him just as much as he loved
her. And that was a LOT!
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Three of Ten
When Wynter returned with the empty urinal, he was already
asleep again. She was glad that she'd put the bed down first,
rather than leaving him sitting upright while she cleaned the
container. She hadn't even masturbated him after he was finished
urinating. Or PEEING, as the grownups said among themselves.
She put the urinal in its storage location and noted the time and
volume on his records for Nurse Carter.
She had her own record keeping to perform now. She'd fetch
a new hand-sized notebook and write down all those new grownup
terms she'd learned. Just as soon as she finished with her
patient. She rechecked the suspended casts. If her father had
moved, they might be pulling his shoulders uncomfortably. She
guessed "uncomfortably" was a relative term since they couldn't
be comfortable under any circumstances. He'd wanted a pain pill
with his last meds. He had been taking i-bu-pro-fin -- Wynter
wondered why she always had trouble saying that word. He had
been saving the remaining few pain pills in case he needed some
and Nurse Carter was still trapped in town by the avalanche.
Nurse Carter was trapped there because the pharmacist had
mis-read Doctor Taylor's yucky handwriting and had filled his
pain prescription with a laxative, and she had rushed to town in
the blizzard to get more pain pills.
When Wynter was satisfied, she held her ponytail out of the
way as she leaned over to gently kiss him. She slid her tongue
forward just enough to touch it to his lips, and he sighed
gently. "I love you, Daddy," she whispered as she pulled back
and looked down his body.
She saw the slight bulge in the sheet where his penis -- his
DICK -- was. She moved around the cast and stood beside his
legs, gently lifting the sheet away to look at that ruddy three
inches of his body that made her father feel so good when she
JACKED HIM OFF. She thought about that term and remembered her
father using a car jack once. The hand movement was sort of the
same, so she supposed that was where the term came from. She
decided to put that observation in her "Sexual Words" notebook
when she started it.
She again felt the impulse to kiss his dick and took her
ponytail in her left hand. The tingly feeling sprang to life
down THERE in her pussy, especially in her clitty, as she bent
forward with her coral lips puckered. A wave of incredibly
strong HORNINESS washed over her when her lips touched his dick,
just as had happened before.
A thought struck her as she was straightening. She bent
forward and kissed his dick again, this time sliding her wet
tongue between her lips to caress the top side of it during the
kiss. The first wave of horniness was like a candle compared to
the bonfire that exploded between her legs. She needed one hand
to keep her ponytail from tickling her father and awakening him,
and the other to support her weight as she leaned forward on
rubbery knees, but she could achieve a little bit of relief with
THIGH MASTURBATION. She squeezed her firm, slender thighs
together against her aching clitty and twisted and humped her
lower body. It didn't feel nearly as good as her fingers in her
split -- her pussy, she corrected herself again -- but it helped
give some relief.
His dick started to swell slightly and she stopped, lifting
to look at his face to see if she was awakening him before his
body said he'd had enough rest. He hadn't moved, except for his
dick. She used her nose to point it up his stomach, where she
could kiss the nerves on the bottom side, right where he'd told
her it felt best when she rubbed him with her hand. When she
did, it grew a little more, until it wasn't hard yet, but it
wasn't soft anymore, either.
On impulse, probably because she was thinking about her
father performing oral sex on her, she opened her mouth and let
half the head slide in. The bonfire in her clitty became a
forest fire. A moan exploded from her. She suddenly grew scared
that she would awaken him too soon if she continued, though she
really didn't want to stop yet.
But she was being childish in thinking about her needs
instead of her patient's. She reluctantly removed her mouth and
gave him a soft, gentle kiss on the nerve spot. She wondered if
it had a medical name and if grownups had another name for it.
With his sheet back in place she again checked his casts and
eased across the hall to her room to find an unused notebook.
Dragon moved the five feet from one door to the other.
She sat in her chair at her desk, which she'd moved to the
wall by the door. By leaning forward just a little she could see
through the facing doors and observe her sleeping father. Her
patient, she corrected herself. She was Daddy's nurse. The last
time she'd masturbated him -- given him a HAND JOB -- she'd done
it for her father, but the first two times were for her patient.
He was asleep now, and he was her patient again.
But he'd said that after he slept a little bit, he'd become
her teacher and she'd be Daddy's student while he taught her
about oral sex. She thought about having her father's dick in
her mouth and the forest fire blazed to life. There was a
lingering salty taste, probably from the tiny amount of urine, or
PEE, remaining on his dick or in the -- the -- that "u" word.
Urethra. It sounded yucky to think about, but actually it wasn't
bad.
She wondered if she'd taste salty to her father when he
stuck his tongue in her pussy, even though she carefully wiped
and blotted in the bathroom. And she scrubbed her split really,
really good when she bathed, too. Well, there was just one way
to find out.
She was surprised to discover that her fingers were already
in her split, massaging the tiny hard stick of her clitoris.
She'd even dragged some of her natural lubrication from her
vaginal opening to her clitty while she was rubbing it. It was
only the second time she had used her fingers to masturbate and
already her body was acting without conscious thought on her
part.
She'd better ask her father if that was okay when he woke
up. She thought so, but there was so much about sex stuff that
he hadn't told her. Grownups sure had to keep track of a lot of
information.
She moved a finger to her vaginal opening -- her CUNNY, she
corrected herself. Or was it? She stared at the open notebook,
it's pages still unmarked except for the heading on the first
page, "Sex Terminology." She liked the way that sounded grownup
-- much more so than "Sex Words." Was her cunny just her vaginal
opening or all of the area inside her split? Where did her pussy
quit and her cunny begin? She grabbed a throwaway notepad and
scribbled her questions onto it so that she wouldn't forget to
ask her father. That way she wouldn't have to make corrections
in the notebook.
She was having trouble holding the pen while she wrote.
Halfway through the first question she realized that her fingers
were wet with her natural lubrication, and it was really slick.
She chastised herself -- another grownup-sounding word that she
liked -- for not paying more attention to what she was doing. A
patient's life depended on his nurse paying strict attention to
the smallest details.
She set the pen down and brought her fingertips to her nose.
It didn't smell like urine, but it did smell like her split. It
was a clean smell and not unpleasant. She hoped that her father
wouldn't be disappointed or upset by it, though she had no idea
what he expected. She worried that it was different from other
women's and that he wouldn't like it, but she couldn't think of
any way to find out except for her father to tell her. And then
it would be too late.
She eased the tip of her tongue out and lightly touched the
natural lubrication on her fingers. She pulled her tongue back
in at the instant she knew it had touched the liquid. She really
didn't taste anything. She tasted again, leaving her tongue in
contact for almost half a second. Strange, but not unpleasant.
After a third try she coated her finger with more of the
natural lubrication in her split and put the finger in her mouth.
She couldn't define the flavor, but she decided that it didn't
taste bad to her. Of course, she still didn't know how it would
taste to her father when he ATE HER PUSSY. She resumed worrying
about that as she used a tissue to wipe her fingers clean and
picked up the pen. As she began writing, her left hand moved to
her pussy and a finger worked its way into her split to stroke
her hard little clitty.
She tried really, really hard to keep from making noise that
would awaken her father when she came.
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Four of Ten
Richard King slowly awoke from a dream about looking at
flowers while walking down a mountain trail with Wynter. He
couldn't remember any more than that, but he remembered that he
was enjoying the moment. Maybe he'd ask her if she wanted to go
for a walk with him, down to the flat rock by the creek where she
practiced her flute lessons. They'd pick wildflowers -- flowers
were growing now, weren't they?
He opened his eyes. Past the ropes suspending his right arm
cast he saw the late spring blizzard was winding down to
scattered flakes, with the sun trying to break through the
clouds. The real world crept back into his mind with all the
subtlety of a dynamite charge.
He rolled his head to the left, expecting to see Wynter
sitting in the padded chair. When she wasn't there, he tried to
lift his head high enough to see if she was in her sleeping bag
near the foot of his bed. Movement beyond he door caught his
eye. It was Dragon, getting up to turn a circle and lie down
again in her doorway. The dog never left her side willingly,
except to make his "doggie trips" outside. He always positioned
himself in a doorway so that she couldn't leave a single-exit
room without going past him, waking him if he were asleep. In a
room with multiple exits, he would sometimes move from one to the
other at intervals.
Beyond Dragon he saw her desk's new location and her slender
arms atop it. She was writing in one of her notebooks. Half of
a shelf in her bookcase was filled with her notebooks of various
sizes, each dedicated to a different topic ranging from recipes
-- she was already as good a cook as her mother -- to medical
conditions and treatments to wildlife to notes about piano and
flute techniques. The latter two were in separate books, of
course.
She even had at least one notebook with unlined pages where
she made sketches, though she was unaware that her parents knew
about that. Angie had found it open on her desk one day, but
looked only at the open page. It showed a sketch of Dragon with
a waterfall in the background. Angie had told him about it,
saying that Wynter had shown talent in the sketch, but she didn't
know if it was a recent sketch or one that was a few years old.
Richard wished he could have seen it, but Wynter had returned it
to the shelf by the time he'd returned home. By that time, Angie
was exceptionally enraged with herself for having looked at the
drawing, but she'd been so surprised that she hadn't had time to
think until it was too late.
They treated Wynter's notebooks the same as they'd treat her
diary if she kept one -- personal. In effect, they were a diary,
just one in multiple volumes. After twenty years Angie was still
furious over the time her older sister, Diana, had picked the
lock on her diary and read her most personal thoughts. She felt
betrayed by her sister and swore that she'd never make Wynter
feel the same way. Richard willingly agreed to treat Wynter's
notebooks the same, though he couldn't shake the feeling that if
he'd refused to do so, Angie would have shot him with the .38
Special she carried when hiking in the mountain forests. The
only thing that had more importance to her than that betrayal was
Wynter and himself.
Wynter's desk had sides that kept him from seeing her long
slender legs, firmly muscled and covered in creamy soft, pale
skin that had lost virtually all of last summer's tan. They were
just beginning to show the signs of the sculpturing they would
have when she finished the transition from girl to woman. And
that transition was well underway with her two small, wide-spaced
hemispheres that were so soft and yet so firm at the edges of a
ribcage that stood out in ripples like a washboard. The narrow
waist that was pinching in above the soft flare of her hips. The
wonderful, sexy little butt that had started rounding and filling
out, looking more woman-like than child-like now. And the
prominent little mound with its thin covering of half-inch blonde
hair that started above the point of her sweet little slit and
was spreading in thin line down the soft-looking pillows of her
outer lips.
He silently laughed at himself for being an idiot. He had
known she was growing titties -- not only were the bulges visible
under her tighter blouses, but there were training bras in the
laundry that certainly didn't belong to Angie. But it had never
occurred to him that she was also growing a mat of pussy hair on
that cute little cunt. Cute was the operative word. Richard had
never seen a prettier pecker playpen in his life. If he could
sit down and draw up plans for his dream twat, he'd have Wynter's
on paper when he was done.
The most exciting moment in his life to date had been
sucking on those incredibly exciting little titties. And now,
unless she'd changed her mind, which he doubted, he was going to
have that little honeybox pressed down on his face. If he could
keep her there until Ellen Carter was able to return from town,
it wouldn't be long enough. If her could keep her there until
Angie returned from Europe, it wouldn't be long enough. If he
could keep her there until the universe ended, it wouldn't be
long enough.
Movement against the sheet told him that the Beast was
stirring, growing hard at the thought. He wondered if he could
get her to suck his dick of her own accord -- he desperately
wanted her to suck him, but he wanted her to do so because SHE
wanted to do it, not because he wanted her to do so. He emitted
a hybrid sound between a sigh and a moan that she didn't hear.
But Dragon did.
The dog's front half shot up from the floor, and he looked
over his shoulder at Richard. That caused Wynter to lean forward
and look into his room. Her mother hen face appeared in an
instant and she sprang from her chair.
"Daddy, are you okay? What's wrong? Do you need something?
Are you in pain? Do you need a pill or just some water?" The
questions began before she was out of her room.
Richard tried desperately not to laugh. The hormones
surging through her body made her even more sensitive than usual
to what she perceived as criticism, and even on her best days,
she was a perfectionist with a determination that could be almost
infuriating.
"Honey, I'm fine. I woke up was all. I'm tired of
sleeping. I guess Dragon heard me yawn or something."
She was at his left shoulder, looking down at him over the
rise of those sweet, adorable young breasts with their creamy
smooth texture and the small pink cones rising from them. He
couldn't believe the strength of the desire that his own
daughter's sprouting little sweater stuffers generated within
him. He couldn't see her sweet little pussy now, but those
adorable titties were so wonderful that he didn't care.
"Actually," he said, "I could use a sip of water. And a
kiss, if you don't mind. I'm sure my breath is worse than
Dragon's right now, so if you don't want to kiss me yet, you
don't have to."
She put her fists on the gentle flare of her hips and stared
down, trying to look stern. "Any woman who didn't want to kiss
you would have to be crazy. And I'm NOT crazy! Dragon says so."
"Well, your mother's not crazy, either, and some mornings
she doesn't want to kiss me."
"Maybe she just doesn't love you as much as I do."
Before Richard could reply she realized what she had said.
Her standard look of panic swept over her face, and words rushed
out in a jumble. "Oh, Daddy, I'm sorry I said that! I was just
teasing. I didn't mean that Mother doesn't love you. I didn't
mean to...."
"Honey, it's okay. Don't worry. I know exactly what you
meant. Okay?" He wished his arms were free to encircle and
comfort her. "Besides, maybe you DO love me more than she does.
There's no way anybody can prove whether you're right or wrong
about that. But the important thing is that you both love me
more than enough."
The panicked look faded to puzzlement. "More than enough?"
"Sure. You love me enough to make me feel warm and comfy
and good all over, but you also love me more than that. I take
the more part and store it in here," he said, looking down at his
chest, "in my heart and that way I can still feel warm and comfy
and good all over when I'm not around you. Like I have to do now
while your mother is overseas, and like I have to do when I go to
work."
He said nothing while she thought about it for a moment, and
then was rewarded by slender arms flying around his neck and her
sweet coral lips lowering to kiss him. "I have the nicest father
in the whole wide world," she said. "And the nicest patient."
It was a father/daughter kiss, with no tongue action, but Richard
didn't mind in the least. It was the sweetest kiss imaginable.
She flew back as if shocked. "Oh, DRAT! I forgot about
your water!"
"No, you didn't."
"Yes I did! You asked for water and I...."
"And you gave me what I needed the most first, and now
you're about to give me my water. Just like a responsible adult
would do. And what a good nurse would do."
She apparently realized he was serious because she blushed
and her eyes dropped away from his. She poured half a glass of
cold water from the insulated pitcher and put a bent straw in it.
"I should raise the bed," she said.
"Wait about that until after we talk. I can drink it lying
down."
After she put the empty glass back on the stand he had her
sit beside him on the bed. His eyes swept over as much of her
body as he could see from his prone position. "Honey, do you
still want me to eat your pussy?"
He watched mother hen fight with personal desire behind her
eyes. She slowly nodded. "But only if it's not...."
"Stop," he said, but with a gentle smile to ease the moment.
He knew the routine that should keep her from feeling rebuked.
"Recess is over. Class is now is session. I will call the roll
of students. Wynter?"
"Here." Her head was down, but her eyes were on his and she
was smiling. It had worked.
"Good. Everybody's present," he announced, while she
giggled as usual. He tried to ignore the patterns her sweet
nipples traced when her ribcage quivered. "Today's lesson is on
relationships between women and men. I'll grant you that your
mother is better qualified to teach this from your perspective,
but I've been appointed substitute teacher for the day. Any
objections?"
"None," she said with a bright smile and a shake of her
head. "You're better qualified than Mother to teach me from your
perspective."
"Well, you know that, and I know that, but let's keep that
our secret and not tell your mother. Okay?"
"Okay," she said with another giggle. There were times that
her mother insisted she knew more about men than her father did.
Richard, of course, didn't even pretend to understand ANYTHING
about women.
Richard again wished his arms were free. It was difficult
lecturing without the ability to make gestures. His father said
that the fault came from his mother's Italian blood. "For a
relationship to work, the two people have to learn to be honest
with each other and to respect the other's opinions or wishes.
Let's pull a random hypothetical scenario out of thin air."
Wynter giggled again, knowing what was coming.
"Let's say you are a nurse with a patient you love, and he
loves you. He offers to eat your pussy, but he's concerned that
you might not want him to. Let's say he's afraid that if you say
yes, it's because you're doing what you think he wants and not
what you want. Let's say you want him to eat your pussy, but
you're afraid that if he does so, it's not what's best for him.
Or maybe you don't want him to, but you're afraid that if you say
so, you will hurt his feelings. Or maybe you want him to, but
you're afraid that he really doesn't want to. Or he really
doesn't want to, but he's offering because he thinks that's what
you want. Or -- hmmmm."
He scrunched up his face and studied the ceiling as if in
deep thought. "I think that's everything." He shrugged. "Well,
it's close enough. Now, here's the key: you HAVE to be totally
honest with each other. You can't answer based upon what you
think the other person wants, and you can't be upset with what
the other person says. Am I going to fast for you?"
She shook her head, causing her blonde ponytail to lash
about. "Those rattling marbles sounded like a negative
response," he said, causing another round of giggles. Richard
knew from vast experience that as long as he could keep Wynter
laughing, she'd accept the message without feeling she was being
chastised.
"A relationship, especially with someone you love, can't
work if you aren't sure whether the other partner is fibbing
about what he or she wants. The first time you're not sure, it
causes a teensy little crack that you can't even see. Every time
after that the crack gets a little wider until it's as big as the
vacant space between your Aunt Diane's ears."
"Daddy!" She tried to look stern, but it was hard to do
when she was doubled over in laughter.
"Now, here's the important part of the lesson." He waited
for her to stop laughing and give him her full attention. It was
her cue that this was where she should pay complete attention.
"The crack in the relationship can grow only so wide until the
relationship breaks apart. Understand?"
He waited. No matter how obvious one of his lessons was,
Wynter always thought about what he had said to see if she could
find either hidden meanings or flaws in his logic. After a
moment she nodded. "You're saying you shouldn't offer unless
it's what you really want, and I shouldn't accept unless it's
what I really want, or else we'd risk our relationship."
"Well, it's not about us. It's purely a hypothetical
scenario. It could be about you and your future husband. Or
maybe between you and some boy you meet in college."
Wynter looked puzzled. "Why would some boy I met in college
want to eat my pussy?"
Richard sighed. Angie was in for some interesting
mother-daughter conversations when she returned. "Let's save
that for another class because it takes us too far off this
lesson's topic."
"Okay." It was obvious that she was mentally filing the
question for later resurrection, undoubtedly BEFORE Angie
returned. "What if one person wants to and the other doesn't and
they say so?"
"Oh, good question! We've been paying attention." That
sideways compliment caused Wynter to duck her head, but this time
she kept her eyes on his and she smiled. Richard was amazed that
this lesson was going so smoothly. His little girl really was
growing up. The change in just the short interval between the
time Ellen Carter called to say she'd been stranded in town and
now bordered on incredible. Angie was going to accuse him of
switching daughters while she was gone. <Well,> he thought, <she
should have realized that Wynter was growing up and done a better
job of talking to and preparing her.> A moment later he
retracted that thought. He hadn't even realized it himself.
"The answer to that question is: 'It depends.'" He waited
for the frown and then continued. "There's no one fixed answer,
honey. It all depends on the situation. Sometimes one side will
give in, and sometimes the other will. I guess the answer is
based on needs, though usually the "No" will be the deciding
answer."
"Then, uh...." Her face scrunched while she tried to think
of a way to word her question.
"I'm your teacher and you're my student," he reminded her,
knowing what the question was. "It's okay to ask anything."
"Then you and Mother...." She turned red and didn't finish
the sentence. Her expression changed, and he realized she was
now angry with herself for blushing.
"We love each other and we do what's best for both of us.
Sometimes it's what she wants, sometimes it's what I want.
Usually a no answer is followed by, 'But tomorrow...,' or 'In a
couple of hours...," or something like that."
Wynter sighed. "Why do grownups always have to make things
so complicated?"
"To make our kids think we're smarter than they are," he
said as she reached for the edge of the sheet and pulled it down,
exposing the flaccid Beast.
"Okay," she said as she took it in her warm, soft hand and
began gently pumping it back to life. "If you think it's not too
early." When he questioned that she replied, "Well, I
masturbated after you went to sleep, and I came again. I'd like
for you to eat my pussy if you think I've rested long enough that
I can cum again."
Something else Angie obviously hadn't told her. "Honey,
women aren't like men. We have to rest between orgasms, but
women can have one after another for as long as they can stand
it."
Mother hen's face reappeared and turned to a look of horror.
"That's not FAIR!"
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Five of Ten
For a while, Richard thought he would need a physician and a
consulting engineer to work out a position that wasn't
uncomfortable for either of them and that didn't put him in risk
of greater injury if she should slip. The latter was mostly
Wynter's concern because she was very aware of her father's
accident-prone nature. Fortunately for Richard, his daughter had
more sense than he did, and for that he was thankful. He was in
far too big a hurry to taste that wonderful juvenile pussy and
would have gone with the first position where she could rub her
sweet little cunt on his face. He could just picture Ellen
Carter showing up to find him with two dislocated shoulders and a
bad case of pussy breath.
He was going to have enough trouble explaining -- somehow --
why he no longer suffered pain from seminal build-up.
They found the right combination of slight elevation of the
head of the bed plus an additional pillow that allowed her to
kneel on either side of his body with that firm, round little
butt toward his face -- he made a mental note to nibble on it to
check its firmness -- and her feet under his elevated arms and
shoulders. From there she could push her little love box back to
his face, as she was now doing. That position had an additional
advantage: it put her face near the Beast, should she decide to
return the favor. But later: he didn't want her to be
distracted while she enjoyed her first cunnilingus session.
"Daddy, after I masturbated, my pussy was just a big mess
from my natural lubrication," she said, "so I washed and dried it
for you. If I didn't do it good enough, I can go wash it again."
Richard inhaled the intoxicating aroma of faint soap, clean
cunt, and young skin from mere inches away. The Beast began
showing renewed interest. "Honey, as long as your pussy is kept
normally clean, it's just fine. If you don't wash for a couple
of days and it gets all funky, then that's different, but fresh
pussy juice has some kind of chemicals -- pher... phera...
whatever they are -- that attract men and make us interested."
"You mean 'pheromones,' like bug traps use?" she asked,
looking down between her small, round breasts and between those
long, slim thighs to the lower part of his face.
Richard's eyes where roaming over the almost flawless thighs
and buttocks, the soft, fat little pillows of her outer labia,
the thin line of the inner lips just visible within her slit, and
the short cornsilk hair growing on her prominent mound and
trailing back thinly along either side of her sweet-smelling
slit. When he had time, he'd be amazed again at what Wynter did
and did not know.
"That's the word," he said. "Honey, it smells just
wonderful and looks -- well, it looks good enough to eat, and I
can't wait any longer to taste you. Are you ready?"
She was. He guided her back and rubbed his nose over her
butt cheeks, down along her thighs, and up them to the already
dampening pinkness within her little slit. The tip of his nose
toyed with the little button of her clit. It swelled and
stiffened before he moved his nose into the wetness that was
collecting at the tiny opening of her love tunnel. He noted that
the entrance wasn't restricted by a hymen, as he had expected.
She was an active, athletic girl and could have ruptured it any
number of times and ways over the past several years, but he was
sure he knew how she lost it.
He eased the tip of his nose into the tight, wet tube and
inhaled what she would probably refer to now as her "natural
pheromones." He nose-fucked her twice before sliding his
juice-slickened snout up to the tight pucker of her little butt
hole. That, too, had been scrubbed fresh and clean, he noticed,
as his tongue licked the downy pillows of her outer lips. He
placed several kisses on her thighs, ass, and pussy before
repeating the lick. Then he slowly licked his was into her slit
and alternated between probing the entrance to her love mine and
the hard little stick of her twat trigger.
Maybe he was alive, maybe he was dead; whichever it was,
Richard King was in Heaven.
---
Wynter felt NERVOUS ANXIETY as she knelt over father's body
with her pussy almost touching his face. She was so afraid that
he'd be disappointed with her pussy once he tasted it. She
shivered when his nose rubbed lightly over her behind -- her BUTT
or ASS, as grownups called it -- and then down her legs, and then
up between them. The horny feeling in her clitty started
growing, and when his nose brushed that little hard stick of
flesh, the feeling seemed to consume her whole lower body. If
Daddy didn't like her pussy, she'd have to GET HERSELF OFF with
her fingers, and she'd do it while sitting in the chair so he
could watch. Unless, of course, he was so disappointed with her
that he didn't want to watch, either. In that case, she'd have
to wait until he went to sleep.
She thought she'd die from either horniness or happiness,
she wasn't sure which, when his nose slid into the tight, wet
opening of her burning cunny. There was a not-unpleasant feeling
of coldness when he inhaled and air rushed across her INNER LIPS.
Or whatever they were called. And then she felt her father's
nose push up inside of her, and again, and again, and she heard
his sigh of pleasure. She knew that was what is was because it
sounded just like her own. And with that, she knew he was
pleased, and that she could stop worrying. If there was
something he didn't like, it had been overcome by her natural
pheromones.
His nose slid out of her opening, and she felt a mixture of
both disappointment with its absence and anticipation at what
might be next. It probed her anus. Her BUTT HOLE, if grownups
called people's the same as Daddy had called Dragon's. She
needed to remember to ask him about that. She was suddenly
thankful that she'd had the foresight to wash EVERYTHING down
THERE very thoroughly when she took her shower.
And then she stopped thinking when she felt his tongue
caress the fat little pads on either side of her split. Her jump
in horniness left no room for thought. She felt a dozen kisses
on her cunny, her butt, her legs, seeming to all land at once.
Another lick along her split tightened the clock spring in her
cunny another notch. And another. And another. He was slowly
licking his way into her split, and Wynter thought she would die
of pleasure overdose before she could cum again. His tongue in
her pussy felt as much better than French kissing as French
kissing felt better than regular kissing.
His tongue stroked along the length of her clitty, to
include the exposed head. It didn't feel uncomfortable the way
her finger did, even when she coated her finger with her natural
lubrication -- her PUSSY JUICE, said the correcting thought that
seemed to come from another world.
She shivered with delight when his exploring tongue reached
her cunny opening, expecting him to repeat the lick. Instead, it
snaked inward until it was insider her cunny, making her gasp in
surprise. It pulled back and thrust in again, several times,
causing her to wonder if FUCKING felt that good, too.
What was that noise? It was her, moaning every time his hot
tongue pushed up into her tight cunny hole. She held her breath,
but the moaning continued. It was her father, and they had been
moaning together, except, she vaguely realized, they were
off-key. She thought that she should make an effort to get on
key with him, but his tongue had pulled out of her cunny and
returned for another lick up the length of her hard little
clitty, and she lost all control of her next moan, and the ones
that followed as he switched between licking her aching clitty
and probing up her burning cunny hole.
When she was masturbating that afternoon for her second time
ever, she had wondered if oral sex would feel as good as
masturbation. The answer was clearly, "No." It felt a LOT
better!
She knelt there, with her face above his hard dick, moaning
in discordant harmony, feeling the spring in her cunny grow
tighter and tighter and tighter as she enjoyed his mixture of
furious licking and kissing and sucking on everything he could
reach between her legs. She almost came when he sucked her
clitty between his lips and began flipping it with his tongue.
He had stopped at exactly the wrong moment and resumed shoving
his tongue into her cunny hole.
Her eyes were closed! She opened them and saw that she was
resting her upper body on her forearms, just above his lower
abdominal area. His large, hard dick was an inch away, moving as
her father humped empty air, the dark hair around it moving with
the air panting out of her lungs. She lowered her head and
kissed the nerve bundle just below the head and heard him gasp.
She licked the underside from the tip of the head back to his
NUTS, and he moaned and humped harder. She repeated the
movement, and he began licking the length of her clitty, in time
with her licking his dick. His body began tensing under hers,
and his dick began to swell even larger.
She brought her mouth back to the tip and opened wide to
take the head in. The tight spring in her cunny overwound and
exploded in a thousand shards, each one riding its own wave of
pleasure through her body.
She wasn't sure who came first.
---
Wynter was lying face down on her father's torso, her face
next to the end of his dick and her cunny in his face. She was
gasping for air, and he was shaking like an earthquake under her
as his body also gasped for air. She felt his hot breath on her
very upper legs and her pussy, and he seemed to be softly
moaning. It was a happy-sounding moan, not one of pain or
discomfort. She started giggling and couldn't stop. She was
that happy. She slowly pulled her feet out from under his
extended arms, rose on hands and knees, and turned her head to
look at him.
She felt something thick and wet at the corner of her mouth
and wiped it away when she was balanced and able to lift a hand.
It was his semen -- his CUM. Then she remembered that she'd been
sucking on his dick when he came. She touched her tongue to it,
decided she liked it, and with a twist of her finger, wiped it
onto her tongue and swallowed it. She turned about, careful not
to bump his arm casts or his leg cast, and looked at him while
still on all fours above him. He looked even happier than he had
after her last handjob; happier than after she let him suck her
tits. His face was smeared with her natural lubrication -- her
PUSSY JUICE, she reminded herself -- making it seem to glow.
He gave her that warm, loving smile that in turn made her
glow all inside, and he gasped, "Honey -- I hope -- you had -- as
much fun -- as I had." If he hadn't been a man, she'd have sworn
that he giggled before he said, "That's the best time -- I've
ever had -- in my entire life."
She carefully eased up over his whole body and lowered
herself, watching for signs that she was causing him discomfort,
until she was stretched out atop him, with his dick between her
thighs and her arms trying to wrap around his body under his
arms. He couldn't hug her, so she hugged for both of them.
"I love you, Daddy," she said, squeezing her arms tighter
about him.
"I love you, too, Wynter." His voice said he meant it, and
that made her body tingle all over.
They lay there in silence for a few moments, enjoying the
warm closeness of each other. Before long he spoke again.
"Honey, would you do me a favor?'
She raised upright, Mother Hen rushing to her face, though a
little slower than usual. "What do you need? I'll do it for
you?"
He gave her a strange look -- almost a disappointed one.
"You were doing it until you raised up," he said, getting back
his breath. He panted for a second and then said, "I wanted you
to stay right were you were and to keep holding me for a while."
"Oh. Sure! Tell me if I put pressure on your casts." She
eased back down, watching his face for signs of pain. When she
was down, she wrapped her arms around him and pressed her chin
against his chest instead of her cheek. She smiled as she looked
at his face. She couldn't believe how happy he looked.
"Honey," he asked, sounding almost a little nervous, "if
it's not too much trouble and it's not uncomfortable for you,
would you mind holding me while I go to sleep? I'm barely able
to stay awake, despite the fact that I'm so happy that I don't
want to go to sleep."
"It's no trouble, Daddy. But you have my natural -- I mean,
my pussy juice smeared all over your face. Don't you want me to
clean you up first?"
"Huh uh," he grunted. "Not unless it bothers you."
"Not really," she said, turning her head and squeezing him
tightly, not caring that the pajama top button was hard against
her cheekbone. "I guess my natural pheromones work on you, huh?"
He made an odd laugh that sounded echoy through the ear
against his chest. "I guess they do, honey. I'm sorry I can't
stay awake. Women always complain that men want to go to sleep
right after their orgasms. Maybe I have a legitimate excuse,
though?"
"You're hurt, and you need to rest to recover," she said,
keeping her face tight against his chest as she continued to hug
him. "You have a reason, not an excuse." She thought that
sounded like a grown-up response and was very pleased with
herself.
---
Richard awoke to a pressure on his body. He opened his eyes
and saw blonde hair just below his chin. His face seemed tight,
and he remembered. He licked the dried pussy juice and saliva
mix from his lips. My god, she still tasted wonderful. She was
asleep, breathing slowly and evenly.
He was uncomfortable, but he was always uncomfortable with
his arms and one leg hanging there, pulling slightly against
their joints. But he was being held in a warm, comforting
embrace. She was no longer squeezing, but her arms were still
warm around him. He wished he'd had her remove his pajama top
first so that he could feel her silky-smooth skin against his.
Of course, she might have found all his scars to be
uncomfortable, he admitted.
He had felt wonderful when Angie squat-fucked him before she
left, but that was nothing compared to how his eleven-year-old
daughter had made him feel by humping her juicy little twat in
his face and sucking on the Beast. He hadn't expected the blow
job, and he didn't have a chance to warn her that he was cumming.
He was surprised that she said nothing about him cumming in her
mouth. Not that she'd had much opportunity to say anything, but
if she'd been upset, he was certain that she would have said
something, wouldn't she? But she was Wynter.
She had wiped some seepage from the corner of her mouth and
swallowed it when she arose afterward. He hadn't planned to
bring up the idea of oral sex on himself at that time and was
more than pleased that she'd done it of her own volition.
The memory made the Beast twitch once. He thought the
bastard was dead after the strength of his last orgasm. He
wondered where his body had found enough cum to shoot into his
daughter's sweet, coral-lipped mouth and its rows of perfect
white teeth. Perhaps he hadn't actually shot into her mouth
after all, and what she wiped from her lips was his entire load,
expended outside her mouth. But he was sure he remembered her
lips encircling the head and her tongue rubbing rings around it
as the Beast opened fire.
He lay there for a long while, memorizing every detail of
the moment. He was wondering if there were any way he could keep
her there that night as he finally drifted back to sleep.
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Six of Ten
The tickling sensation at the end of his nose wouldn't go
away. Richard couldn't move his arm to swipe at it, and his arm
hurt when he tried. He dragged himself to consciousness and
opened his eyes to see blonde bangs brushing across the tip of
his nose, then lifting to reveal two sparkling blue-green pools
checking to see if he was awake yet. When she saw him looking at
her, her face lifted higher to bring puckered coral lips up for a
tip of the nose kiss. There were no words to express how loved
he felt every time she did that. He had difficulty forcing his
smile into a pucker as her lips lowered to gently kiss his.
"Time to wake up," she said. "You should have taken your
pills a half-hour ago."
She said it in a calm voice, with a hint of a smile.
Richard couldn't have been more surprised if she'd jumped up and
kicked him in the nuts. Wynter always fretted herself silly if
she were just five minutes late with his pills. Always, that is,
until this time.
"You're waking me up to give me a sleeping pill?" he asked
with an exaggerated frown.
"I don't think you need one," she said, her face suddenly
glowing with a huge smile.
That wasn't the way the game went. Something was different.
"It took me ten minutes to wake you up," she said with an
odd giggle.
Something was RADICALLY different. It wasn't her
little-girl-giggle that he often heard when they joked with each
other. It sounded, well -- more grown up, he finally decided.
"You've been tickling my nose for ten minutes?"
"Unh uh," she said. "That only took about ten seconds."
The huge smile remained as radiant as before as she searched his
eyes with her own.
"Well, then just what were you doing for the other nine
minutes and fifty seconds?" His futile attempt to sound stern
changed her giggle to a laugh.
"Tickling you with my hair," she said.
He frowned, trying to make sense of that. It was the
tickling with her hair that had awakened him.
She reached behind her and wrapped her hand around the
Beast. It was erect, though it had to be a piss-hardon after the
workout it had endured the past couple of days. The thought made
him realize how distended his bladder was. Then somebody finally
hit him with a mental sledgehammer. "Oh!"
"It got hard, but you didn't wake up," Wynter said. She was
having trouble sounding disappointed because she couldn't stop
smiling and giggling. She lifted her butt from his abdomen,
relieving some of his bladder pressure, and scooted back until
she was over his hard dick. She lowered her body slightly and
brushed the cornsilk of her nether hair along the rigid Beast.
"Not even when I did this," she said with another giggle.
"Or this," she added, lowering a little more until he felt the
warmth of her pillowy outer lips against his dick. She hunched
her hips slowly and left a warm, wet trail along his lance of
lust, then reversed her direction and added to it. She moaned
softly, and need showed in her eyes.
"It felt so good to me that I came in just a couple of
minutes, Daddy, but you didn't wake up then, either."
<Damn!> "I'm truly sorry I missed that, honey. I really
would have loved seeing it." The only time he'd seen her orgasm
up close was when her juicy little twat had been smeared across
his face. He had loved watching the way her cunt had swollen and
throbbed, especially that short stretch between her sweet little
vagina and her hot little anus, and the way her opening expanded
and then squeezed shut, as if it were sneezing. But he also
wanted to watch her face during orgasm, to see if her
expressions, like her contractions, mimicked Angie's.
"Well," she said, lowering her head but keeping eye contact,
"I guess I could do it again for you. AFTER you've had your
pills."
"Promise?" he asked, realizing he must have sounded like a
schoolboy being offered a new bicycle.
"Cross my heart," she replied, tracing an "X" between those
two wonderful pink orbs bracketing her heart. "A good nurse
never fibs to her patient," she continued, lowering the Beast
gently to his stomach and releasing it.
"Nurse? I thought you were my student!"
"Nurse now, then student," she said in a stern voice,
carefully swinging her left leg over so that she could climb off
the bed, "or else I'll have to explain to Nurse Carter why your
pills were so late." She tried to give him a glare that matched
her voice, the way Ellen Carter had done on a couple of occasions
when he'd been obstinate, but she broke up in a fit of giggles.
"Well, Nurse King, I need two things worse than I need the
pills, and the first is the urinal and the second is a kiss."
She understood that the second priority for the kiss meant
that he was desperate for the urinal and flew into action. She
had the bed upright in record time, yet managed to do it without
causing any additional discomfort to his arms and leg. Or
perhaps the pain in his bladder caused him to ignore any such
additional discomfort. Fortunately the Beast had retreated so
that he could piss as soon as she had his flaccid cock in the
mouth of the urinal.
She smiled at him when he moaned in relief, then turned her
attention back to her task in hand. No blushing, no looking
away. His little girl really WAS growing up. He'd give a year's
pay just to have his arms free for one minute to squeeze her to
himself in a bear hug of Olympian might. He did not want to give
up his little girl. And yet, he had wanted that same little girl
to become just what she was evolving into. Wynter was absolutely
right, he realized: grownups did lead lives that were far too
complicated.
"DADDY! WHAT'S WRONG?"
She was staring at his left cheek. He slowly realized that
a trickle of wetness ran down it from the outer corner of his
eye. "Nothing, honey," he said with a forced smile that he hoped
looked natural to her. "I guess it's just a reaction to the
relief. I was about to explode."
Fortunately she accepted his statement. When he was
finished she stripped the residual piss out of his cock with two
strokes that would have brought the Beast to life if it hadn't
had such a workout for the past two days. She put the urinal on
the side table while she adjusted the sheet over him.
"There's one other thing I need," he said in a quiet voice,
bringing Mother Hen to life. "I really need a kiss on the nose
before you go."
She giggled and complied, adding a daughterly kiss on his
lips. But when she drew back, her face had an odd look faintly
overlaid on her delicate features. She suspected that something
was different, but she was too dedicated to her nursing duties to
take time to ask him what. He knew that she would ask when she
returned with his pills and furiously searched for an answer.
She emptied and cleaned the urinal, then replaced it below
the foot of the bed. "Pain pill or i-bu-pro-fin?" she asked,
slowly sounding out the syllables of the word that just would not
flow easily off her warm, wet tongue.
"Ibuprofin," he said with a smile that hid the turmoil in
his brain.
While she counted out the pills, compared them to the
schedule, and noted the type and time in his records, he
remembered his lecture about honesty and trust. He would not lie
when she asked.
"They're not very chewy," he complained. "They weren't
cooked long enough."
"Maybe I overcooked them and made them tough," she retorted
as she popped the last one in his mouth and held the straw to his
mouth.
He managed to swallow it with a sip of water before they
broke up in laughter. She let him drink his fill of water and
put then glass on the night stand. After she lowered the bed to
a thirty degree angle she turned to him, her face serious.
"Daddy...."
The phone interrupted. It was Ellen Carter. Wynter offered
to let him speak to her, but once again he told her that it was
her job to take care of nurse business. He watched her smile
explode across her face. Her slender, nude body seemed to swell
slightly and glow, but with pride, not embarrassment. He watched
her, as if seeing her for the first time. He heard her voice but
not her words as she discussed her patient on a nurse-to-nurse
basis. He was too busy wondering if he'd been given Wynter as
compensation for all the pain he'd had to endure from his
frequent injuries.
Then he wondered if all that pain was the compensation he
had to give for the privilege of having her. If it was, then he
was paying a bargain price, he decided, as she hung up the phone.
---
Ellen Carter switched off the cordless phone, snuggled into
the corner formed by the overstuffed couch's back and arm, and
adjusted the Navajo blanket over her lap and folded legs. She
put the phone on the end table and hesitated a moment before
picking up her cup of honeyed tea. As she blew on the tea to
cool it, she frowned. Just who in the was hell that self-assured,
confident adult was who had talked to her Wynter King's voice?
---
"Daddy, something's wrong, isn't it?" The beautiful
blue-green gems, just inches from his own eyes, sat under a bluff
weathered with Mother Hen worry.
Richard made a sound somewhere between a grunt and a soft
laugh. "Before the phone rang, I'd have said yes. But now I
know that I'd have been wrong, and that everything is the way is
should be. But first tell me what Ellen said and then I'll tell
you all about it."
Wynter looked uncertain for a moment, but that passed. She
knew he was telling her the truth. She trusted him. Richard saw
that trust in her face and felt really, REALLY good about
himself. He was the kind of father his child could trust
implicitly. He focused on her eyes and waited.
"Nurse Carter said that they expect to have the road clear
by two or three tomorrow afternoon. She's bringing Doctor Taylor
with her. He's going to check your hands to see if he can remove
them from the casts, but he said you shouldn't get your hopes up.
She has your right prescription with her, and she said that the
pharmacist won't make that mistake again."
Richard winced. Ellen Carter was just a couple of years
older than he was. Not only was she exceptionally competent and
skilled as a nurse, she also was attractive. Oh, sure, she'd
never win the Miss America title, but she was a shoo-in for Miss
Congeniality, even at her current age. But in less time than an
eyeblink she could metamorphose into the Queen of Bitches. Kevin
Taylor called her Nurse Jekyll and Ms. Hyde for damned good
reason.
Richard had received one of Ellen's tirades when he had been
similarly recuperating at home from an earlier accident. Dragon
had actually left Wynter's side in the family room to check on
the commotion, and for the rest of the day Angie, who claimed
she'd heard nothing in the kitchen, couldn't keep from laughing
every time she looked at him. After that Richard was the best
patient he could possibly be. Deep down he didn't REALLY believe
any of Ellen's threats, but he was unwilling to test that belief,
just in case he was wrong.
"Now," she said, grasping her pony tail and leaning forward
to kiss his nose and lips, "what is or isn't wrong?"
Richard indicated the side of the bed with a nod. "Have a
seat," he said.
---
Wynter sat on the edge of the bed and turned, moving her
left leg over so that her father could see both her tits and her
pussy if he wanted to look at them. He had told her how much he
loved looking at them, but now he barely glanced at them. If he
wasn't looking because he still thought that was what was best in
the long run, then she'd just have to set her patient straight!
She straightened and inhaled deeply, thrusting her tits toward
him. She felt warm all over when his eyes dropped to them for a
moment.
"That's better," she said. When he looked puzzled she
explained. "You've hardly looked at them since you woke up. I
was wondering if you'd stopped liking to look at me."
Now HE looked embarrassed! But his eyes dropped down to her
tits and lingered there, looking back and forth from one to the
other. And the tip of his tongue licked his lips for just an
instant, the way it had the first time she'd let him have a good
look. Her tits lifted slightly as her chest swelled with
happiness, and she thought she heard him moan. "Don't forget
this," she said, using her fingers to hold her split -- her
pussy, she reminded herself yet again -- open so he could see her
clitty.
"Honey, if I ever come down with Alzheimer's, I promise you
that your pussy will be the last thing I forget," he said with a
touch of horniness in his voice as he looked all around her pussy
area.
"Promise?" she asked. She hadn't played the promise game
with him in a long time, but it suddenly seemed grownup instead
of childish to her, like some of the games he played with Mother.
"Cross my heart," he said, looking up at her eyes. "Except
I can't do that now for some reason." He looked at her casts and
then her tits.
<Drat!> She'd forgotten about that. For an instant she
felt childish for not thinking ahead, but then another thought
overtook her. A good nurse always helps her patient with things
he can't do for himself.
And a good daughter does the same for her father.
Wynter released her pussy lips and leaned forward, extending
a forefinger and using it to trace an "X" on his chest. He
looked at her eyes. Tears seemed to be collecting in his. Yes!
She was sure of it.
"You wanted to know what was or wasn't wrong," he said in a
low, quiet voice. When her father used that voice, he was being
VERY serious with her. She sat back and waited for him to get
his thoughts together. Nurse Carter said a good nurse always
waited for a patient to get his thoughts together when he was
about to say something that he was uncomfortable with or that
embarrassed him. She began worrying about what was embarrassing
him or making him uncomfortable.
He smiled at her, looked at the ceiling for a moment, and
then met her eyes. "It's about being a parent, and you're going
to go through this same moment yourself some day. I don't know
what it's called, so let's make up a name for it. Let's call it,
'The Moment the Lights Came On.' Okay?"
"Okay," she said, wondering what that meant. But a good
nurse didn't rush her patient.
"You're going to spend years helping your child grow up to
be a young woman or a young man. You're going to do that because
that's your primary purpose as a parent. It's a job that
consumes your very existence day and night, but it's a labor of
love, and you'll think there can be no greater calling in the
whole entire world. Understand?"
"Yes." She really and truly did. But she still didn't know
where this was going.
"Night and day; day and night. You're doing all you can to
help your child grow up. And then comes the moment that you
suddenly KNOW that she really is growing up. The moment you
realize she's becoming a young woman. Oh, sure, you SAY that you
know she's growing up, but somehow, deep inside, you still think
of her as your child. It's like you are in the dark until,
suddenly, and apparently with no warning whatsoever, the lights
come on. That's when, deep inside, what you are thinking changes
to what you've been saying."
She nodded, afraid to speak, because she thought her lights
were coming on, too, and she thought her voice might break. But
then he smiled at her again and made her feel warm all through
her body.
"Another lesson Grandpa King tried to get through my thick
head. Maybe you'll be smart enough to understand it before it
happens, since you're now the brains of the family."
She felt her head lowering. She couldn't stop it, but she
did keep her eyes on his. She put her hand on his leg and rubbed
gently, a demonstration of her love for him -- like a substitute
for a kiss.
"I'm selfish," he said. "I don't want to give up my little
girl, yet I also want to do my part to make you the best adult
woman you can possibly be."
"Like I felt when Dragon changed from a funny, clumsy puppy
into a grownup dog?"
"Yes! Exactly. But, honey, I promise you something: even
when you are a hundred years old and I'm older than dirt,
somewhere deep inside me, under whatever casts I'll be wearing
then, a part of you is still going to be my little girl, so don't
get mad at me when I act that way, because I've already warned
you."
"I won't get mad. I love you, Daddy," she said, wanting to
throw her arms around him and never let go.
He apparently felt the same way. "Can I have a hug?"
---
The sun on the snow had been almost blinding when she had
stretched along her father's body and wrapped her arms about him.
Now it was almost dark. They'd fallen asleep, and now she needed
to go pee as badly as her father had needed it when he last
awoke. She didn't want to give up her warm perch on top of him,
but she sure as heck didn't want to get his bed wet, either.
She carefully crawled off him. Her back hurt just a little
from having slept at an angle, but she didn't care. She had
snuggled and held her father, who she loved with all her heart,
for almost two hours, and that was worth every twinge she felt.
She lowered herself onto the toilet seat and looked at the
mass of black hair and red tongue that had taken his usual guard
position in the doorway. "Dragon," she said, "do you ever think
you'd be happier as a puppy again?"
He cocked his head and lashed his tail about.
"That's what I thought."
She flushed and then washed her pussy really good with warm
water and soap, rinsing carefully so that her father wouldn't
taste soap if he wanted to eat her again. She hoped so. And she
had something else she wanted to try before Nurse Carter
returned.
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Seven of Ten
Richard couldn't suppress a sigh of contentment. He had
dozed off with Wynter stretched out atop him and awakened to the
smell of lasagna on the bedside table and the feel of her tongue
lashing the flaccid Beast in the warm, snug cavern of her mouth.
He'd told her that the floppy thing was worn out for the night,
but with pure lust in her eyes she'd replied, "Don't bet the
mortgage on it," one of her mother's frequent replies whenever
she disagreed with something he said.
Based on that, he'd asked for a pain pill instead of
ibuprofin, expecting that he would need it before the night was
over. He was correct.
Dessert was a multi-course treat. It started with almond
praline ice cream. Next came tiny pink nipples on small firm
breasts as she knelt with her legs on either side of him and
leaned forward. Now he was having the final dessert course.
He'd have called it a "fish muffin," but she'd washed it so clean
that it now had just the heady, intoxicating aroma of young girl
and clean pussy overlaid faintly with the flowery perfume of the
soap. His mind detoured momentarily and named the course,
"Hirsute Angel's Lips … la Natural Lubrication," causing an
involuntary chuckle.
Naturally, she instantly lifted her body from his, releasing
her meat popsicle dessert from her mouth, to stare down between
their bodies at his wet face. "Daddy, is something wrong?"
Mother Hen asked.
"No, honey," he said with a grin that echoed in his voice.
"You really do need to learn that during sex, people make all
kinds of odd sounds, laughter, and sometimes even crying. It's
not because something is wrong; it's because they feel so good
that they just can't control it. Sex is where you stop being
rational and start being emotional. Sometimes your brain just
does strange things on its own and you can't control it. Like
the time your mother...."
He wasn't surprised that when he didn't continue, she asked,
"Mother what?"
"Well, I might get in trouble if I tell you," he said. <Oh,
sure. As if I WOULDN'T be in trouble if she could see us like
this right now, naked in bed together with Wynter's spit all over
the Beast and pussy juice all over my face.>
The old Wynter would have immediately dropped the topic,
probably with an apology. This was the new Wynter. With a hint
of eagerness she said, "I won't tell her that you told me.
Okay?" She shifted her weight so that she could move her hand to
her chest. One finger crossed her heart.
<What the hell?> "Okay." He almost added, "If you
promise," but he realized in time that such a qualification would
have been an implied insult. She had already promised.
"It was one night when you were two or three years old. She
remembered something her tenth grade biology teacher had said in
class: 'red roundworms.' It wasn't the least bit funny at the
time he'd said it in class, but that night, for reasons she still
can't explain, her mind dragged it out of a storage vault, put it
up in flashing neon lights, and wouldn't turn loose of it. It
suddenly became the funniest thing she'd ever heard. She'd have
a hysterical laughing fit, and as soon as it was over and I'd try
to get back into her, she'd say, 'Red roundworms!' and start
laughing like a maniac all over again. I finally had to give up
for the night."
Obviously his daughter wasn't so wrapped up in what they
were doing that she wasn't in full control of her own mental
faculties. She had no trouble drawing the accurate conclusion
about the impact that had on his damaged vas deferens. "But,
Daddy, didn't that make you hurt," she released his semi-hard
cock and lightly rubbed the left side of his groin, "in here?"
"Well, yeah," he admitted. "After she went to sleep, I went
into the bathroom to masturbate."
Her voice went deadly serious. "Well, don't worry, Daddy.
I'll see to it you get off and don't have to do that tonight!"
"Good," he said with an eagerness he didn't feel. "I don't
think I could make it to the bathroom in these casts!" He
couldn't believe that the Beast was responding to his daughter's
hands and mouth and actually erecting again, but he knew another
orgasm was beyond question that day He'd be lucky if he could
get off again the next day, before Ellen could make it back from
town.
From Wynter's technique it was obvious that cocksucking was
something new to her, yet she was so damned GOOD at it! Nursing
wasn't her only natural skill. He thought at first that it might
be the slight hesitancy implying innocence that he found so
exciting. Then he told himself that he could wonder about that
when Ellen returned the next day and he had nothing else to
occupy his time. It was then that his mind had taken the detour.
"Honey, I wasn't finished with dessert. May I please have
some more?"
"Only if you promise to eat every bite!" He heard the grin
on her unseen face. His eyes were feasting on the smooth, white
globes of her ass; the dark pink of her anal pucker; the brighter
pink of her "vaginal region" that glistened with his saliva and
her own "natural lubrication;" the soft pillows of her outer
labia, swollen with desire; the tiny head of her still-erect
clitoris peeking at him from within its hood; the narrow, thin
inner lips running the short inch from her little clit to the
opening of the succulent love tunnel that should have been
glowing from its intense inner heat; and the incredibly soft,
thin mat of first-growth pussy hair that would all-too-soon be
coarse and rough.
"I'll eat it all, no matter how long it takes," he promised
as she carefully steered her sweet little pussy back into place.
"Cross my heart."
He waited while she reached back to draw an "X" on his chest
and then steered her with vocal commands until she was where he
wanted her. He kissed the juncture of her thighs with her cunt
and with her gorgeous little ass. He kissed her tightly puckered
little anus, and the kissed the "'taint" between her heavenly
little holes. As his tongue resumed alternating between plunging
into her steaming vagina and licking the length of her love
trough, he felt her mouth again close around his erect cock and
wondered how the Beast had managed to keep from shrinking as soon
as the direct stimulation had ended.
Lost in the excitement of eating her wonderful young pussy,
he forgot about the discomfort in his arms and legs and back and
hips, except for the times when he involuntarily tried to enfold
her in his arms or caress her body. For a while, time ceased.
---
The force of her girlish, barely restrained laughter
vibrated Richard's stomach as it supported the weight of her
upper body. Her lower body was still supported by her knees, but
they quivered like they were about to collapse. She managed to
gasp, "Stop!" and he pulled his head back to watch her young cunt
spasm with her fourth orgasm of the evening.
He wondered what would happen if he were to say, "Red
roundworms!" Fortunately, he had enough sense to conclude that
sometimes ignorance was the better choice.
The laughter slowly faded to a happy chuckle every ten
seconds, accompanied by a vaginal contraction that caused her
tiny open cunt to wink at him, as if she were flirting
upside-down. He carefully kissed her thighs, being careful not
to tickle or startle her, and avoiding her still-sensitive little
pussy. He would wait until she had caught her breath before
asking if she wanted him to eat her to a fifth cum, desperately
hoping that she would say, "Yes."
Richard loved Angie to the very depths of his being, but if
he had to make a choice of having only his wife's pussy or his
daughter's for oral sex for the rest of his life, he would choose
Wynter's without a second thought.
The Beast, of course, had not erupted in her zealous little
mouth, but to his amazement, it had stayed hard. No doubt the
permanent erection was aided by all the different things she was
discovering she could do with it while it was at her complete
disposal for a "laboratory exercise."
She lifted her upper body onto her forearms, shoving her
steaming cunt back toward his face. He eagerly thrust out his
tongue and pulled his head forward, aiming for the clit that had
retracted back into its glistening, wet hood...
...and just missed the target as she straightened her body
upright on her knees. One hand flipped her pony tail back into
place while the other rubbed her neck for a moment. The firm
little globes of her buttocks clenched and dimpled at the sides
as she stretched like an awakening cat. His little girl giggled
again, then looked over her shoulder at him with the dreamy face
of a sexually satisfied woman. The dreamy look stayed, but her
eyes widened.
"You look like somebody held your head under the pond!"
He winked at her. "Well, I didn't have a towel in reach,
and it would have been impolite for me to get up and go look for
one."
She carefully turned until she was facing him, legs still
astride his body but now on the opposite sides from where they
had been, and looked down at him with a mixture of dreamy
satisfaction and what was obviously love. She leaned down until
her face was just above his. "Daddy, I love you!"
Before he could respond with is love for her she quickly
kissed his wet nose and then glued her mouth to his, ignoring the
layer of her pussy juice which coated his lips. She kissed him
deeply, first attacking his tongue and then withdrawing so that
he could chase it with his own. Time again ceased while their
tongues chased each other back and forth, accompanied by a duet
of grunts that evolved into moans of desperate longing and aching
desire.
When she broke the connection she straightened and looked
down at him. He gasped for air and looked into her blue-green
eyes, sparkling in a face he'd never seen before. It was his
eleven-year-old daughter's face underneath, but it had been
overlaid with veneers of that sexually satisfied glow, a look of
carnal need (<How can women always manage both at the same time?>
he wondered), and what appeared to be a more mature version of
her look of impish deviltry.
"Now YOU have pussy juice all over YOUR mouth," he said with
a grin, guessing what the new Wynter would do. He was right.
Instead of jumping up to fetch a towel or washcloth, her little
tongue flew out, wiped down her lips, and disappeared back into
that strange grin. She remained there, grinning down at him and
not moving. "What?" he asked.
If anything, her grin grew even wider as she began easing
backward on her knees.
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Eight of Ten
Richard's curiosity grew as Wynter continued to inch
backward. When her little pussy was directly over the Beast, she
changed direction and began slowly settling until he felt the hot
wetness of her slit press down on his semi-erection. As she had
done that afternoon, she rocked her hips, tracing a slick, wet
path first up and then down the Beast. After that, his cock was
no longer "semi" erect, but a blue-steel diamond cutter that
could deal out serious damage to an iron bar.
Wanton desire flashed across her face for a moment, but then
the grin returned. After a moment he realized she was no longer
moving her hips. The stimulation he now felt was from his
humping the Beast along her slit. And she was timing the beat.
Suddenly she began moving again, moving counter to his motion,
and they both moaned in a discordant chorus.
On the seventh beat she closed her eyes, leaned forward
slightly, and angled her pussy down. The Beast's nose popped
into her slit and pressed against the tight opening of her
burning love tunnel.
Richard froze. "Honey...."
Eyes squeezed shut, Wynter pressed her tight virgin cunt
harder against the tip of his dick and wiggled her little ass,
trying to force herself down around it. Each thrust was
accompanied by a moan of need that included a grunt of
frustration.
"Wynter!"
She stopped pushing and opened her eyes to look at his.
"Honey, no."
"Daddy, I WANT to!" she pleaded, leaning forward and
planting her hands on the bed between his casts and his body,
ready to shove backward with the additional leverage.
Richard knew what he had to say, but he did not want to say
it. "But it's not right. We shouldn't."
He watched her eyes stare blankly at him from beneath her
twisted forehead. She was so horny that she had difficulty
processing the information. After a long moment she asked, "But
if we can have oral sex, why can't we have intercourse?"
"Well...." <How the fuck do I answer that one?> "Honey,
you know we shouldn't have done that, either. I'm sorry I talked
you into it. I shouldn't have."
Another blank stare. Then, "You DIDN'T talk me into it.
Remember? You said we BOTH had to want it or we wouldn't do it,
and that's what happened. And if oral sex is that much better
than masturbation, then I want to see how intercourse is. Unless
you don't want me. I thought you did. But if you don't want me,
then I won't. I just...." The little girl was returning to her
voice. Tears started collecting. She broke eye contact and her
head dropped. The old Wynter was taking control again and was
about to panic.
"It's not that I don't want you, Wynter. I do."
The head came up again and tilted sideways as she frowned in
confusion. "Then why don't we? Since you said you like being
the first man to do things with a woman, I thought you'd like to
be the first to have intercourse with me, just like you were the
first to French kiss me and the first to have oral sex."
While she was talking she let the Beast's nose slip from the
entrance to her tight little tube. It fell back against his
stomach, and she began slowly sliding her clit along it,
masturbating with his dick without realizing what she was doing.
And, also without realizing it, she was driving his own need up
and his resistance down.
But he gave it another try. "Honey, you know that fathers
aren't supposed to have sex with their daughters."
"Then I'm not your daughter, I'm your nurse."
"Honey, nurses don't have sexual contact with their
patients."
He saw the look on her face and wondered, <Is there any way
I could have handled that worse?>
<Probably not.>
---
"Understand?"
She lay quietly for a minute, her tense body stretched along
his, her arms tight around him, and her face in the puddle of her
tears on his chest. "Yes,"she sobbed. "But all I wanted to do
was be a good nurse to my patient, and a good daughter to my
father." Again her body shook his with its wracking sobs, and he
wanted nothing more out of life at that moment than to have his
arms free to hold her. The best he could do was rub his cheek on
the top of her head.
"Honey, you were -- you ARE - the best nurse I've ever had.
And NO father EVER had a better daughter. Not even Grandpa Wolfe
-- and I DON'T mean your Aunt Diane, I mean your mother."
"But I didn't...," another wracking sob interrupted her. "I
didn't mean to get you in trouble with Mother."
It was The Moment the Lights Came On.
It wasn't that she had misunderstood the requirements of her
nursing duties. It wasn't that she'd done something society
frowned on. It wasn't that she felt like a child for making
those mistakes or that she was mad at her self for having done
so. Her sole concern was she had angered her mother with her
father.
He rubbed his cheek against her blonde hair again, his nose
still picking up the faint balsam scent of her shampoo and
conditioner. "You know, honey, that it takes two people to do
sex -- except for masturbation."
She seemed to be thinking that over for a moment. "So?"
"So don't you think you're being a little selfish trying to
hog all the blame for yourself?
She raised her head and looked at him, her beautiful blue
eyes rimmed with red and her left cheek soaked with her own
tears. "But it's all MY fault! Why would you want to take any
blame?"
"For two reasons, honey. One, I'm at fault, too, and you
know it. And the other reason is something you haven't learned
yet. You think adults make weird decisions that don't make sense
to you? Wait until you become a parent. You'll do anything to
protect your child, no matter what her age is, when you are
partly to blame. You will probably try to protect her even when
she's totally to blame on some occasions. But if you're partly
at fault, then you'll try to protect her from...."
He frowned in thought, his eyes searching the ceiling for
the blatantly obvious concept that kept eluding him. It was
flitting about like a moth around a light, just escaping his
grasp. And then he looked at her eyes and knew.
"I was wrong. You have learned that, haven't you? That's
what you're trying to do for me."
She sniffed, and a hint of a smile flickered for just an
instant. "I'm not your parent."
"No, you're my student, and like a good student, you're
teaching your teacher something he wasn't aware of. And like a
good daughter, you're teaching your father, too."
"I love you, Daddy."
"And I love you, too. You know, if we're going to share
blame, your mother gets some, too." He watched her frown. "She
and I both wanted to live up here, isolated and away from
civilization. That was good for the two of us, but not for the
three of us. Neither she nor I realized that we weren't doing
the right thing by keeping you isolated up here."
He saw the stricken look flash into place. "Don't you DARE
say it!" He was surprised by the harshness of his tone. His
body was tense, as if in fight-or-flight mode. He relaxed and
gently said, "You are NOT an imposition on our lifestyle. Life
is full of trade-offs, and you opt for the one you want most.
You want Dragon more than you want that corner of the back yard
where you used to play fairy princess. You gave it up so that he
could have a puppy potty.
"Well, your mother and I want you more than we want this
'fairy castle.' Our fairy princess is far more important. We
knew the night we made you -- and that's exactly what we were
trying to do that night -- we KNEW that we wanted you and that we
were willing to make any sacrifice necessary to have you."
She sniffed and nodded understanding.
"If I ever even get a vague impression that you might
possibly be thinking that you are an imposition or that you are
standing in the way of something we want, I'll turn you over my
knee and spank that incredibly cute, bare little butt of yours.
There is NOTHING in this world that we want more than YOU.
Understand?"
Her head dropped at the compliment, but her eyes stayed on
his, and a grin forced itself in to place. "I understand." Her
head lifted and inspiration showed in her reddened eyes. She
sniffed again and wiped her nose with the back of her hand. "Can
I fib to you sometimes and say that I'm thinking it?"
Unable to see where that was going, the teacher prepared to
learn from his student again. "Why?" he asked cautiously.
She gave him an odd smile, a mixture of love, and devil-imp.
"So you'll have an excuse to look at my butt! I'll keep my legs
open so you can look at my pussy, too."
<Uh oh.> The Beast sprang to life with a vengeance,
pressing against her joined thighs. She parted them and allowed
it to flip into its upright position. Richard felt the still-wet
pubic hair framing her slit brush the Beast's nose. She squeezed
her thighs together, trapping it in place. He was amazed that
she had the self-control not to start humping. Somehow, he
wasn't surprised that he didn't as his hips cycled before he
could get control.
Devil-imp kept smiling, but love was still visible, too, as
she asked. "Daddy, you're supposed to be completely honest with
me if I ask you a question. Right?"
"Right." He knew where this was going, and he wasn't sure
he could keep it under control.
"I want you to be the first man to have intercourse with me.
Cross my heart." She raised up and used a fingertip to draw an
"X" between those small orbs that seemed to crowd everything else
out of his vision. "Do YOU WANT to be the first man to -- um --
fuck me?"
He knew the right thing to do was to lie to her, but he
couldn't. She trusted him to be honest. "Next to being out of
these casts so I can hold you, I want nothing more than to be the
first man to make love to you. There's a difference."
She used her hand to wipe her face and sniffed again.
"What's the difference?"
"Fucking is a sport -- something you do for fun. Making
love is something you do to show how much you care for someone.
Sometimes you do one, sometimes you do the other, sometimes you
do both at the same time."
She blinked; then again. "Then I want to make love to you,
and I want you to make love to me. It's what we both want, and
if Mother is going to be mad at us for having had oral sex, she
can't be any madder if you make love to me. And you always say
it's easier to get forgiveness than permission."
Richard did some blinking of his own while she began thigh
masturbating not her clitoris but his erect cock. Okay, maybe
her clitoris got stimulated, too, but she was definitely
affecting his ability to think. Her sudden change of emotion had
him wondering if Wynter had actually maneuvered him into this
situation, but he quickly abandoned that idea. He had no doubt
that she was smart enough to devise that plan, but he also had no
doubt that she wouldn't. It would not be honest. No, it had to
be that her hormone factories had gone into overdrive and were
flooding that slender, smooth-skin, incredibly sexy little body
with a deluge of conflicting thoughts and emotions. Her hormones
were in charge. She might be only vaguely aware of what she was
actually doing.
"Daddy?"
Mother Hen had tinged her voice. She was waiting for a
reply, and his mind was wandering. He sighed. "There's going to
be a problem getting me in you," he said.
Wynter nodded. "I know. My hymen. I know it will hurt at
first, but I don't mind."
Richard chuckled. "No, not that, honey. As grownups would
say, your cherry has already been busted."
She lapsed into panic mode. "Daddy, I haven't had sex with
anyone else! I promise."
"Yes, honey, I know that," he said with a grin. "But it's
easy to break it lots of different ways because it's right at the
very entrance into your vagina, and it's usually very thin. An
active girl like you could have done it many different ways, but
unless it happened earlier, I think I know how you lost it."
She stopped squeezing the Beast with her thighs but left it
within its warm trap. "How?"
"Remember a few years ago when you were walking down that
tree limb and your feet slipped? They went to both sides and you
sat down hard?"
"Oh, I couldn't forget that." She shuddered, quivering her
thighs around his erection. "It hurt for almost a week! So you
think I lost my -- my CHERRY then?"
His hips cycled, rubbing the Beast between her smooth
thighs. "Unless you'd done something similar and lost it
earlier. I wasn't surprised when I didn't find one while I was
eating you. I remembered thinking two things when you fell: 'I
hope she didn't inherit my tendency toward accidents,' and 'I
hope whoever she marries doesn't expect proof of virginity,'"
She giggled.
"No, the problem is that you might be too tight for me to
get in you. I wasn't able to tell with my fingers, of course,
but you did seem awfully tight to my tongue."
She frowned. "Is there any way to tell if you don't use
your fingers?"
Richard chuckled. "Well, there is one way for sure."
She gave an exaggerated sigh and shrug. "Works for me," she
said, unable to keep the grin from spreading across her face.
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Nine of Ten
Wynter thought her father was being too cautious. After
all, grownup women had vaginas that normally weren't much bigger
than a hardon, but they stretched enough to let a baby get out
through them. And he was just trying to watch out for her the
way any good parent would and the way she would protect her
children some day. She didn't want to argue with him because she
knew that, and because she was afraid that he might change his
mind again.
The inside of her vagina -- her PUSSY -- was nice and wet
and slick, making it easy for her to slip her own fingers inside
and show him how much it stretched. His dick really got hard
while he was watching her do that. It got even harder after he
had her hold her hands and fingers exactly the same way in front
of his face so he could see how much she had stretched. And then
he asked to suck the pussy juice off her fingers, and his dick
got so hard it raised up from his tummy, and she thought he was
going to cum again right then.
She thought he would make love to her then, but he said he
wanted to try something else: he wanted to see what size
vibrators she could comfortably get in her. That didn't make
sense.
"Daddy, if I can't get my hand without a vibrator on it in
my pussy, I don't think I can get it in there WITH a vibrator."
His laugh told her she'd said something stupid again, but she had
no idea what.
"This is something different, honey," he said, looking like
he was sorry he had laughed. "I wasn't laughing at what you
said, I was laughing at the picture I saw in my mind. I'm not
talking about a Swedish massager. I mean a different kind of
vibrator, long and round like a penis, the kind women use to
masturbate with. I really doubt that that's a topic your mother
would have discussed with you. Few mothers do"
"No," she said, feeling a little less childish for not
knowing. "But how are we going to get any with the road closed
and...." From his face she realized there was something else her
mother hadn't told her. "Mother has some?" Wynter couldn't
imagine why. She had a husband for sex.
<No,> Wynter realized. <She doesn't always have Daddy, even
when he's home. Like now.> Wynter suddenly felt very sorry for
her mother and for what she missed out on when he or she was
away, or when he was hurt really bad.
Which was what her father explained to her. And he also
said that sometimes Mother used them even when he was with her,
because he liked watching her use them on herself, and he liked
using them on her as part of playing together. Wynter hadn't
thought about her parents "playing," and certainly not doing so
with sex! Grownups sure did keep a lot of secrets from kids.
He told her what drawer to look in and sent her to fetch
them. On the way she let Dragon out and realized she had to go
pee, too. She did, then washed her pussy really good for her
father and let Dragon back in. A glance at the clock showed her
how late it was. It was almost time for his last round of pills.
She'd have to give them to him first, so they wouldn't have to
stop making love.
<Making love.> She liked the sound of that. <Fucking is a
sport.> Well, that sounded pretty good, too. But she was
thrilled that her first time at intercourse was to be making
love. IF she could get her father's hardon inside her pussy. <I
really and truly want to get him inside me so I can show him just
how much I love him,> she thought as she opened the drawer and
looked under the underclothes in the back right corner.
She couldn't stop her eyes from going wide and from gasping.
She had no IDEA any such things existed. Three were different
sizes of white plastic tubes tapered to a blunt, round point at
one end and flat at the other. One was colored and shaped like a
hardon with the foreskin pulled back. The fifth was a cylinder
that had a thin piece as long as her finger at the top, where the
others had been the same size or slightly larger in diameter than
the rest of the tube. The thin piece was rippled, like a stack
of jelly beans stacked end-to-end. She couldn't imagine why it
was shaped that way. Surely her mother's vagina wasn't tight
enough for THAT to do any good -- not after she'd given birth.
But when she tested the batteries in each by turning them on the
way her father had told her to do, it vibrated, too.
She was so puzzled that she almost forgot to take the
squeeze bottle of lubricant.
"Daddy, what's this?"
Did he turn a little bit red? "Oh. I'd forgotten about
that one. That's -- that's an anal probe."
"Like for a colonostomy? I mean, co-lon-os-co-py?" she
corrected.
"Not exactly, but that's a good guess. Well, yes, I guess
it is, sort of." He chuckled and then explained.
Wynter frowned. "And that's fun?" It sure didn't sound
like fun to her. It sounded like a trip to the doctor.
"Some people think so. Different people like different
things, honey. Besides, you thought oral sex didn't sound like
much fun, didn't you?"
"I guess you're right," she said, reaching for his pills.
She counted out the correct ones and gave them to him with some
water.
"They're still tough."
Wynter sighed. "I guess I'll just have to let Dragon do the
cooking."
"I take it back!" he said in mock horror. "I can just
imagine what kind of pills Dragon would bring in from outside!"
Wynter felt herself blush as she laughed with him. <Drat!>
After she noted his medications in the records, she sat on
the side of the bed with the vibrators and the lubricant squeeze
bottle. "You might need the lube if you aren't wet enough," he
said, telling her to start with the smallest one. It was a snug
fit, but it entered her easily. She was so wet with her natural
lubrication from thinking about finally having intercourse --
MAKING LOVE -- that she didn't need the squeeze bottle of
slippery stuff.
She noticed her father's dick move as she pulled the
vibrator out. <He said he liked watching Mother use them,> she
remembered. She also noticed that her horny feeling got worse
when she removed the vibrator. She carefully wiped it off with a
wet cloth and put it on the rollaway table.
The next size was bigger, but still smaller than her
father's hardon. She went slow and easy, the way her father told
her to do, though she wanted to shove it in quickly because the
first one had felt so good sliding into her.
"Good girl!" her father said. "Does it hurt?"
"No," she said, honestly. "But it feels really big. And
really good, too!"
"You might want to turn it on and see if it relaxes you
inside so you can get the next one in."
"Okay," she said warily, turning the base to make the
connection. Well, her mother liked oral sex, and Wynter thought
that was great. Her mother liked the vibrators, so maybe....
The unit switched on. Wynter screeched for an instant,
bringing Dragon to his feet. He looked around and sniffed as he
moved to the bedside and sniffed up at her, whimpering in his
throat.
"It's okay, Dragon. I was just caught by surprise. WOW!
Daddy, that's a NICE surprise!" She realized she was giggling,
but she couldn't stop.
"Just try to relax inside and then you can move it in and
out and around," he said, with a horniness showing in his eyes as
his dick went totally erect. He licked his lips as he looked at
the plastic vibrator in her pussy, and that made Wynter happy.
She was pleasing her father.
After a minute she started sliding it in and out, just a
little bit, to see how that felt. It was as good as when her
father ate her pussy. She felt her little clitty swell until it
felt like it was going to burst. And that gave her an idea. If
she just pulled it out a little more, and then pulled up on the
end and pushed her pussy downward....
When the vibrator touched her clitty she exploded in orgasm.
It felt wonderful -- almost as good as her father's tongue on
that hard little stick. When she regained her senses, he was
staring at her pussy and the vibrator stuck in it, humping his
dick against the air. Wynter was so very sorry that he couldn't
touch his hardon for relief. She bent down to kiss his aching
pole, causing the vibrating plastic to press against her clitty.
She came again when her lips touched his hard dick. When she
opened her eyes, he was looking into them.
"We might have to get you your own vibrator," he said.
"It might help when I'm by myself," she gasped, then giggled
. "It doesn't feel as big now, Daddy, like I loosened up a
little. Do you want me to try the other one?"
"Yes, but carefully. It's a little bit bigger than me. You
might need the lube."
Wynter shook her head. "I don't think so. I'm just so
FLOODED with my natural lubrication. My PUSSY JUICE," she
corrected.
She felt empty when she pulled it out of her tight, wet
pussy. She wiped it with the wet cloth and picked up the third
one. If it went in, then she would be able to take her father's
erect dick. <Please, please, please,> she thought, <let it fit!>
Her father talked slowly and gently to her, relaxing her and
guiding her through easing the massive piece of plastic into her
hot, tight hole. It was a little uncomfortable, but it didn't
HURT as she eased the tip into the mouth of her tender cunny.
She twisted it and wiggled it slowly and gently. It began easing
into her slender young body. The widest point was about an inch
down from the tip. When it went into her, she almost cried with
joy. She could take her father!
---
Wynter positioned the tip of his dick against her overheated
hole and began pushing her body downward. "Don't be in a hurry,"
he reminded her for the third time. His dick was slippery in her
hands. He'd insisted on her using the lubrication stuff because
her pussy juice wouldn't lubricate his dick the way it had the
hard, smooth plastic of the vibrator. The DILDO, he'd called it.
She thought that was a funny name, but right now she was too
happy to laugh. She thought that was strange and told herself to
describe that feeling in one of her notebooks. Then she told
herself to remember to describe this sensation, too: the very
tip of her father's dick had just entered her pussy, had entered
her vagina.
"Take it easy, and stop when it gets uncomfortable. Give
yourself time to stretch. I want the first time you make love to
be something you always remember because of how good it felt, not
how much it hurt during and afterward."
"Yes, Daddy," she said, feeling that warm tingly feeling
shoot all throughout her body again. That was even better than
cumming. It was the feeling that her father loved her with all
his heart and was trying to both protect her and help her feel
wonderful at the same time.
Push down slowly. Relax. Push down slowly. Relax.
Her eyes flew wide. "Daddy, I think the head just went in."
"Yes, it did," he gasped. "Don't rush it and ruin it now.
Take your time and we'll be making love in a few minutes."
She felt the grin on her face and knew she couldn't remove
it for a million bucks. "Daddy, I feel like I'm already making
love with you."
His eyes shot up from watching his throbbing hardon going
into her horny little pussy and gazed deeply into hers. "Honey,
I don't think I've ever heard a sweeter compliment in my entire
life. Thank you very much. I love you."
<Drat!> She couldn't stop her head from dipping again, but
she did keep her eyes on his. "I love you, too, with all my
heart." She giggled as something moved down THERE and shot a
thrill through her body. "It feels so BIG, but good at the same
time."
Her father smiled his warmest smile and moaned softly as she
slid down another half-inch onto him. "Honey, I just hope it
feels as wonderful to you as it does to me," he said. "If it
hadn't been for those last two cums, I'd probably be shooting now
and ruining it for you."
She giggled again, unable to control it. "Daddy, the only
way you could ruin it would be to tell me to stop. If you did
shoot now, I'd just keep you inside me until you got hard again."
He was looking at his big dick going into her little pussy
again, but he broke into the biggest smile. It reminded her of
Aunt Diane's baby Christopher's smile when she teased him with
the rattle. Then she bent her head to look, too.
"That's all that's in me?" she said in surprise at the
amount of his greased dick that she could still see. "It feels
like there's two feet up there."
"You're doing just fine, honey." He moaned softly. "You
may not get all of me in because your pussy probably isn't deep
enough yet. Just keep going slowly until it hits bottom, and
don't try to force any more than that into you."
"Yes, Daddy." She tingled throughout again. Her father had
to be feeling as good as she did, yet he was still watching out
for her, rather than taking the time to enjoy the experience.
She wouldn't disappoint him. She'd be extra careful so that he
wouldn't worry, and when she had all of him inside her that she
could get in, she was going to see to it that he had the biggest
cum she could possibly give him as a reward for his patience and
his love.
Push down slowly. Relax. Push down slowly. Relax.
Until....
"Daddy, I don't think I can get any more in."
His wide eyes seemed unable to lift from her pussy. "Don't
try. You have almost all of it in you. More than I expected."
She couldn't see all that well because it was underneath
her, so she felt to see how much was still outside, reaching
behind and under her butt so that she wouldn't block his view.
Maybe two inches. She giggled. "I'll just save the rest for
later," she said.
He made a sad little smile under his happy face. She
realized he knew that this would be their only time. Then she
saw a faint change, one she'd never be able to describe in her
notebook in a hundred million billion years, and she KNEW that
they would make love again. And fuck for sport, too. "I love
you, Daddy," she said softly, with all the love and caring she
could put into her voice.
His eyes looked wet, like he was about to cry. He gave her
the warmest smile and said in a soft voice, "I love you, too,
Wynter." She hoped he had heard as much love in her voice as she
heard in his. "Are you ready, or do you need to relax and
stretch a little more?"
She concentrated on her pussy and the huge tube of flesh
filling it. She felt it throb, just like it did in her hand,
only this time it thrilled her even more, and that started her
spring tightening again. "I think I'm as stretched as I can get
now."
He nodded. "Okay. Slowly now for a little bit, until you
get the hang of it, lift slightly and then lower back to where
you are now. You may want to hurry, but you have to teach
yourself to stop before you hurt yourself. We don't need both of
us to be patients!"
She giggled and rubbed one hand on his chest in a caress.
"I'll be careful. We can't make love or fuck if my pussy gets
put in a cast." Because she was supporting her weight on her
knees, the laughter that shook her father's body caused his dick
to jump and shake inside of her. A thrill shot from her pussy
through her entire body, and that spring tightened some more.
She started raising and lowering her body on him, sending more
pleasure waves out from her pussy and causing her to gasp every
time she felt him stuffing her pussy full again.
Soon she was lifting until just the head remained inside her
body, then lowering down to feel it slowly stretch and fill her.
She couldn't believe that ANYTHING could feel better than the
vibrator or her father's tongue in her split -- her pussy -- but
this really and truly did! She concentrated for a few moments on
where the limits were to keep him inside her and to keep him from
going too deep within her, and then she slowly increased the
speed. It made the horny feeling in her overstuffed pussy feel
so very much better, but it also made it worse at the same time,
causing her to move faster for more relief, on and on in an
endless loop.
She heard noises as she slid her stretched little hole up
and down around the rigid dick jutting up from her father's lower
body. Because the horny feeling was so overwhelming she needed
several moments to realize it was both her father and herself.
They were both grunting and moaning and saying, "I love you" and
"It feels so GOOD!" and laughing and crying and making all sorts
of sounds at once that she knew wouldn't make ANY sense to
someone listening through a wall, but made perfect sense to her,
being where she was and doing what she was doing, and now she
could hear a wet sound coming from her split that was her
father's thingy sliding into her through her natural lubrication
as it wound a spring inside her vaginal area tighter and tighter
and even still tighter yet even though it couldn't POSSIBLY get
any tighter as shemovedfasterandfasterand....
She knew she screamed when the spring exploded, sending
shockwaves of almost unbearable pleasure shooting through her
body over and over and over and over like it would never end.
She couldn't help it because it felt so WONDERFUL and the
strength of it was such a surprise because it was MUCH bigger
than any of her other orgasms, and she was vaguely aware that she
might have scared her father when she screamed, and she really
really really hoped that he wasn't scared, and that he was
feeling as good as she was with their first time making love, and
why hadn't her hips stopped moving, and what was that hot feeling
deep inside her, and why was the spring getting tighter again,
only it was getting tighter muchmorefasterthistimeand....
She screamed in delight again.
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Ten of Ten
Richard lay gasping for breath, unable to believe he'd
actually cum again. The sight of Wynter convulsing in orgasm had
been too much for him, and somewhere he'd found a reserve of cum
for her tender young pussy and the energy to shoot it. The Beast
finally died then, though rigor mortis had apparently kept it
stiff enough for her to work herself almost immediately to a
second release.
He wasn't sure if she'd fallen asleep or fainted, but at
least she was stretched along his body in such a way that she was
in no danger of rolling off him and falling to the floor. She,
too, was gasping for air. A whimper to his left told him Dragon
was worried and was checking up on her. "It's okay, Dragon.
She's okay, boy. Go lie down."
<Okay?> She was BETTER than "okay," she was the most
exciting sexual partner he'd ever experienced. He sincerely
hoped that she would always remember her first time making love
as a wonderful experience. And, now that he thought about it,
her first fuck, too. From what she was saying while she humped
him, her first orgasm occurred while she was making love, but the
second one -- that second one was pure, unbridled,
no-holds-barred, all-for-me fucking.
He wondered why he felt tears streaming down his cheeks. It
was, he realized, because he needed to hold her and couldn't.
The other times he'd just WANTED to hold her. This time he
NEEDED to hold her, the way he needed oxygen and water, because
his life depended on her. Well, by god, he had one free leg.
Carefully, but with urgency born of need, he shifted his
body, lifting and twisting his free leg until he was able to
capture her left thigh between his foot and his bare right thigh.
Something inside the cast on his lower right leg flared in pain,
but he didn't care. He squeezed her to him in the only way he
could, trying to ignore the fact that he would eventually have to
release her.
Rigor mortis fled the beast then, and it oozed out of her
tight, wet, wonderful little cunt with a faint "slish" noise. He
wasn't totally surprised to find fresh tears on his cheeks.
---
He opened his eyes at the movement. Wynter was sitting up,
about to swing one leg back from across his body so that she
could get down from the bed.
"Oh, Daddy, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to wake you up, but I
was afraid I was making you uncomfortable."
"Honey, that's no problem at all. If you aren't
uncomfortable, you don't have to get down. You can stay right
where you are and hold me while we sleep. I'd really love that
if it doesn't keep you from resting."
She grinned sleepily, a mixture of happiness and sexual
satisfaction. "Okay," she said, masking a yawn with her hand.
"I'll turn off the light."
"Don't. Not unless it bothers you. I don't want you to be
away from me that long, even if it is only two feet away and five
seconds apart. Unless you need to get up for another reason."
"Huh uh," she said. "Daddy, that's sweet. I don't want to
be away from you, either." She yawned again. "But don't you
want me to go wash my pussy for you? And wash off your dick?"
"Not unless it bothers you. All I want is to feel you next
to me, to go to sleep that way, and to wake up that way."
She leaned forward for nose-and-lips kisses, then gently
eased herself down onto him. She found a position that wasn't
uncomfortable for either and wrapped her arms around him.
"G'night, Daddy," she said with a squeeze
"Goodnight, honey," he replied, feeling warm and cozy and
wondering why tears were threatening to break loose again.
She snuggled her cheek against his chest, scooting it around
until it was just right. "Thank you for loving me." And she was
asleep.
The tears escaped again.
---
<Bacon. Coffee.> He lifted his head from the slight -- no,
steep -- incline. Wynter had raised the head of the bed over
halfway without waking him. There they were, on the breakfast
tray on the rollaway bedside table, where his pills had been
counted out. The urinal was on the nightstand and the vibrators
weren't. Wynter had been busy while he slept.
He heard the faucet in the bathroom just as the water
stopped flowing. Seconds later his naked daughter appeared, a
smile of afterglow still radiating from her face. She saw him
looking at her and stopped. "Drat!" she said with a sudden
frown. "I was going to crawl back on top of you and let you wake
up with me holding you, like you wanted."
"Honey, the important thing is that you're here with me," he
said, sympathizing with her feelings. "I'd MUCH rather wake up
here alone and find that you are just over there in the bathroom
than wake up in the hospital alone and find you are miles away."
Her head dropped at that, but her eyes stayed on his and she
didn't blush. "Yeah, but I wanted to make you happy," she said
as she placed a gentle hand on his arm cast and bent to kiss his
nose. She gave him a quick daughter-type kiss on the lips and
then lowered her head again to invite his tongue into her mouth.
Her mouth was sweet and fresh and tasted of spearmint. He
knew how funky his own breath was and kept the kiss short. "I'm
sorry my breath is so funky," he apologized. "I didn't have time
to go brush my teeth for you the way you did for me."
"I'd rather kiss you with funky breath than not be able to
kiss you with fresh breath," she said with a big, self-satisfied
smile, followed by another daughter-peck before she turned for
his pills.
He swallowed the last one. "That's a little better. Did
Dragon cook them?"
"No," she said, a grin threatening to split her face in two.
"I cooked them. He just brought them in fresh from the garden."
"No wonder there was an improvement," he managed to get out
with a straight face before both erupted.
"You probably need this by now," she said, reaching for the
urinal. "No sex! Just urination for now. Your breakfast is
getting cold."
"Yes, Nurse King," he said without argument. One, the sight
of the urinal had caused him to realize that he was about to
explode in a hurricane of yellow, and two, he couldn't get the
Beast stiff with a plaster cast this morning.
They talked while she fed the two of them. He listened
while she described her joy at having made love with the man she
loved most in all the whole entire world and tried to explain how
it felt to have him inside her exquisite nubile body. She didn't
know the words to describe some of her feelings. When, at her
request, he tried to describe to her was it was like to be the
one inside of her, he, too, discovered that he was ignorant of
the words required.
Egg yolk dripped onto his chest. "I guess should have
scrambled the eggs," she said, rising to lick the spot of yellow
from his chest while looking at him with devil-imp eyes.
He wondered if she were now devious enough to have planned
the dripping yolk from the over-easy eggs. Then free association
latched onto "scrambled eggs." Surely the bouncing she had done
with the Beast in her nearly up to her ovaries had scrambled her
own. He chuckled, and expected that he would have to explain why
he was suddenly laughing at her.
Wynter, however, appeared to think she had tickled him when
she licked away the egg.
"Honey," he asked as she sat down, "is your pussy sore this
morning?"
Her face scrunched and her eyes went vacant for a moment, as
if she were reading a bank of indicators and gauges inside her
head. "No, not really," she said. "It's just a little tender."
She grinned slyly. "Why? Are you ready to teach me how to
fuck?"
"Another sip of coffee, please? No, you already know how to
do that."
She hesitated as she lifted the insulated coffee mug with
the bent straw. "But we didn't fuck; we made love," she said.
"The first time, yes," he agreed. "But the second time you
came, it was from fucking. Plain old ordinary, 'I need my brains
screwed out' fucking, and that was a sight to see. Could you
move the straw a little closer to my mouth? My lips aren't six
inches long."
She blinked as she returned from wherever she'd been and
moved the straw to his reach. "SECOND time?"
He grunted acknowledgement, and when he swallowed he added,
"You came twice, you know."
"I DID?" Richard understood the phrase "eyes as big as twin
full moons" at that moment.
"Oh, yes. Very definitely"
Her eyes unfocused as she replayed the recorded scene in her
head. "I guess I did. Oh!" Mother Hen made a sudden
appearance. "Daddy, I'm sorry! I totally forgot about you
then!"
He made a face. "Do I have to call class back into session
again? Wynter?"
Instead of laughing she made a wry smile. "Present."
"There's a reason that making love and fucking have
different names: they are different activities. Making love is
what we did the first time. It's when two people share love and
tenderness with each other through their bodies. Making love is
sharing. Fucking is when one or both of the people need sex for
its own sake. Fucking is selfish, but that's okay because it's
SUPPOSED to be selfish. You really needed to cum again, and I
helped you. Sometimes one partner has a need to fuck and the
other has a need to make love. USUALLY the partner with the need
to make love will defer, knowing that they can make love later
when the first partner is relaxed and can concentrate on both of
them. I call it instant gratification and future satisfaction.
Clear so far, my little student?"
"Yes, teacher," she said, offering him another bite, which
he chewed and swallowed.
"Now, a question for the class: can one person make love
while the other fucks?"
The silence grew long while she turned the question over in
her head. She wasn't about to repeat the answer he'd given her
without first coming to that conclusion on her own. Finally:
"Yes. That second time -- I was fucking, but you were still
making love," she said with a little smile of triumph on her
face.
"But you barely remember there was a second time. How do
you know I was making love while you were fucking?
She already knew that answer. As she fed him another bite
she said, "Because you were watching me cum. You were sharing my
experience instead of being selfish and just paying attention to
yourself. You remembered what it was like to watch me. And you
also just said that you HELPED me cum again."
She bit off a piece of buttered and jellied toast and chewed
with a look of silent self-satisfaction.
Richard blinked twice and turned his head toward the door.
"Dragon!" The shiny black head sprang up, instantly alert.
"It's official: you are no longer the brains of the family."
---
It wasn't until she was putting the dishes in the dishwasher
that he realized she'd brought only one knife and fork.
---
Wynter was sorry that her father couldn't get another
hardon, but he told her that in a way it was a good thing. He
was sure that as much as she was stretched and as hard as she had
fucked him -- SHE had fucked HIM? Well, that made sense if you
thought about it -- she was probably more than "just a little
tender" down there, and if they fucked, or even made love again,
she might experience more damage and it might be painful.
"We might have to put your pussy in a cast," he explained as
she finished shaving him, "and then you'd need Doctor Taylor to
give you a pussy stretcher."
She was proud of herself for catching the joke, and the look
in his eyes said he was both surprised and proud of her, too.
"But Doctor Richard has a prescription for you, Nurse King."
She put the razor on the table and crossed her arms under
her tits, lifting them slightly and watching his eyes go to them.
She lowered her head and looked at him from under the bottom of a
frown. "What?"
"Doctor Richard prescribes that you have somebody kiss it
and make it feel better."
She fought to hold back a grin. "Well, I don't see anyone
else here, Doctor Richard, so I guess you'll just have to treat
me yourself."
He broke into his own wicked grin, and she couldn't hold
back. "Trust me," he said, "it WILL be a treat."
---
Wynter tried to suck her father's dick back to an erection,
but this time he was right: it was so dead it was beyond rigor
mortis. Still, the excitement of having his dick in her mouth
again while his tongue did WONDERFUL things to her pussy was
enough to cause the spring to wind supertight before it exploded.
Her father had told her that there were little cums and big cums
and giant super-sized cums. She sure did hope that these were
the giant super-sized ones, because if they were just the big
ones, she'd never survive anything larger.
---
Three o'clock. Richard was clean and dressed in a hospital
gown rather than the pajamas Angie had wanted him to wear for
whatever reason. Lunch was over. The room was clean and smelled
lightly of cinnamon air freshener. The sleeping bag was gone.
Wynter was dressed for the first time in what seemed like years.
Richard watched as she turned a slow circle for his inspection
and then asked, "Well?"
"You look beautiful," he said, "but I think I like your
birthday suit better."
Again her head went down at the compliment, and she seemed
to suddenly have trouble keeping her eyes on his again, as if
returning to girl's loose blouse, knit shorts, white ankle socks,
and slippers had returned her to her earlier girl's mind set.
"Thank you," she whispered, then louder added, "I'll let you see
my birthday suit every chance I get."
"Kiss?"
Nose-and-lips daughter-kiss.
"Lover's kiss?"
He was exploring her mouth for the third time, his eyes
closed, when he noticed the salty wetness. He opened his eyes,
broke off the kiss, and pulled back into his pillow. She raised
her head and released her ponytail, freeing that hand to wipe her
wet cheeks. Her other hand continued to smooth his hair.
"Honey, what's wrong?"
She sniffed and rubbed her nose with the back of her hand.
"I'm sorry, Daddy. I'm being selfish. You want a nice lover's
kiss to remember, and I'm ruining it."
He smiled gently. "You're avoiding the question, honey."
She sniffed again and chased down another escaping tear.
"I'm just getting to know about sex, and now I have to give it
up. I know you said we'd find time after Mother returns, but
Nurse Carter will still be here then, until you can get out of
bed. It's going to be a long time before I can show you --
before we can show each other -- how much we love each other."
"You are wrong, my favorite student who didn't pay full
attention to her lessons. You are VERY wrong. We may not be
able to have any sexual contact for a little while, but you are
showing me how much you love me right now. Just like you've
always done."
"Yes, but," she said, pausing to wipe a cheek and her nose
again, "I want to show you like a grownup, not like a child."
"Honey, you've missed part of the lesson somewhere, probably
because I concentrated too much on the other part. Sex may be a
'grownup' way to show love, but non-sex doesn't mean
'non-grownup.' How many different ways do your mother and I show
that we love each other without going at it on the kitchen table
or living room floor? A kiss on the nose from you is one of the
most wonderful things in the world because it shows me you love
me. Nobody else loves me that way. Well, except Dragon,
sometimes, but it's definitely NOT the same."
Her mouth corners curled upward slightly, and her body
trembled once with a silent laugh.
His eyes lifted upward to indicate her right hand. "You pet
my hair, you hold my arm through the cast, you smile at me in a
way that I've never seen you smile at anyone else, you do the
best job possible as my nurse, you feed me, you play your flute
for me even though you want to shoot me for asking...."
"Daddy! No I don't!"
"Ah, ah! Don't fib or I'll have to turn you over my knee."
She grinned suddenly. "Want me to take off my shorts and
underpants?"
Richard pulled his head deeper into the pillow and looked at
the ceiling. "I actually lived long enough to hear Wynter King
ask a dumb question!" He brought his eyes to hers in an eloquent
leer. "Of course I do! But Ellen and Kevin could walk in any
minute now. I'll make your mother understand, but I could never
get them to."
"Can I do one thing just for you before they get here?"
He lifted one eyebrow. "What?"
She pulled the hem of her blouse up to her armpits and
thrust a tiny pink cone at his mouth.
---
"Nurse King, would you escort me to the door?"
Wynter's head dropped. "Sure, Doctor Taylor." She waited
until he said his goodbyes. Nurse Carter acted like she was
going to come with them, but Doctor Taylor did something with his
hand and she changed her mind. Only Dragon accompanied them.
Doctor Taylor stopped her in the living room and asked if they
could talk for a moment. They sat together on the overstuffed
couch.
"First of all," Doctor Taylor said, looking her straight in
the eye the way she saw him talk to Nurse Carter, "you did a very
excellent and professional job while Nurse Carter was away. Wait
a minute -- a nurse doesn't look away when a doctor compliments
her professionalism." He pointed to his eyes. "You continue to
look right here, okay?"
<Drat!> She had acted like a child when he'd just told her
she'd been acting like a responsible grownup. "Okay."
He broke out in the biggest grin. Doctor Taylor sometimes
was grumpy with other people, and sometimes even with kids, but
with her he was always the nicest person she'd ever met. Except
for her father. And her mother, of course. If she ever had to
pick somebody else to be her father, she'd choose Doctor Taylor.
"Now! You did an excellent job with his records. They were
neat, orderly, and precise." He was leaning toward her and
tapping his left index finger with his right to indicate his
points, the way he discussed patients with nurses and other
doctors, and that made her tingle inside. " I had no trouble
following them. Those extra comments you made were a perfect
touch. I felt like I had been present at the time and observed
him myself. Ellen is right: you are a natural nurse."
"Thank you," she whispered, using all her willpower to force
her head to stay upright.
"Don't thank me, it's the truth!" His voice snapped, but
she saw the sparkle in his eyes and knew he was playing with her.
"I have nothing against nurses, and I know you'll be the best in
the state, if not in the whole country, but you'd make a damned
fine doctor, and I really do hope you will consider medical
school. Of course, you'll have to learn to scrawl so nobody can
read your writing. But you still have plenty of time to think
about it."
She grinned at him. "Only if you forgive me."
His eyes grew wide and he drew himself upright on the couch.
He jabbed an index finger at her nose. "Never!"
Doctor Taylor always said he'd never forgive her for
deciding to be born at home early, during a winter storm that had
closed the mountain road, thus depriving him of the honor of
being the first person to ever see her. Wynter had thought that
he teased other kids that way until Nurse Carter told her that
she was the only one.
He bounced his fingertip off her nose and said in a serious
tone, "Listen, I'm still worried about Richard's hands. I let
him talk me into leaving his right fingers free and two fingers
on his left hand, but you have to be sure that he doesn't try to
do too much with them. Understand?"
Wynter nodded. "I understand. You think it might interfere
with his -- uh -- range of motion?"
Doctor Taylor gave her a warm smile that was the next best
thing to one from her father. "Exactly. There's not much he can
do with his arms still in the casts, but he might TRY and overdo
something. Did you hear me say that I'll take the leg cast off
next week if he continues to make the same progress?"
Wynter nodded again. "Yes." Doctor Taylor always treated
her like she was a nurse, but this time there was something
different in his voice and manner. She wondered if, just maybe,
that was the way he treated other doctors.
"Good." He rose and offered her a hand in assistance.
Doctor Taylor was the person she always thought of when she heard
the word, "Gentleman." She felt guilty that she didn't think of
her father instead, but she couldn't help herself. He bowed
crisply from the waist and said, "Then I shall bid you good day,
Nurse and/or Doctor King."
She threw her arms around him and squeezed.
"Oh, my goodness! My diagnosis was wrong!"
Wynter looked up at him and frowned. She knew he was
playing, but she had no idea what the meant. "What diagnosis?"
"I thought you were too grown up to hug." He dropped down,
wrapped his arms around her, and squeezed. It felt almost as
good as a hug from Daddy and Mother and Grandpa King and a lot
better than one from Aunt Diane or Uncle Bob. When he rose again
he said, "You keep on taking good care of our patient." And then
he was gone.
---
The low voices from her father's sick room sounded angry as
she approached the door. The fur between Dragon's shoulders
suddenly bristled at the tone. Nurse Carter had her back to the
door as Wynter entered the room. Her father was lying back and
looking at the ceiling.
"Daddy? Nurse Carter? Is something wrong?"
"Something is VERY wrong, Wynter," Nurse Carter said, slowly
turning to face her. "Your father can't seem to explain THESE."
She held out her hands. One hand held the smallest vibrator.
Pinched between the thumb and forefinger of the other hand were
three short, thin, cornsilk curls.
END
Russell Hoisington
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