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The Father Cult, IV
By Rainproof
HOME ALONE
We went in the living room. I had a hard on already and thought my
cock would explode just from thinking about what was happening. I
pulled the draw on the drapes and they slid shut. Sitting on the couch
I motioned Mary to sit next to me. I was ready to burst. "What did
your mom say about coming here with me?" I asked her, and casually
slipped my arm behind her.
She looked up at me. "Mom said it was time for me to learn about being
a wife, and to become a woman. She said you were my chosen Teacher.
You are to be my Father, and in all things I am to address you as
Father." She paused, and then added, "And I'm supposed to do whatever
you say, Father." She paused, then tentatively added, "But I hope you
won't whip me." And added, "Father."
I pulled her against me. I laughed. "No, Mary, I couldn't dream of
whipping you, or doing anything to hurt you." I gave her a nudge.
"What else did your mom tell you?"
"Nothing, Father. She said you would teach me things. To be a good
woman, Father."
"Do you know what that means? Being a good wife and being a good
woman?"
She seemed to contemplate the question. "I think so, Father. Married
people sleep in the same bed." She looked at me. "Are we going to
sleep in the same bed, Father?" I nodded my head. "Father, will I have
to take my clothes off?"
"Uh huh, honey. Is it OK if I see your pretty body?" She didn't
answer, and I waited.
Then, "I kind of thought so, Father. My mom said to do whatever you
said." She paused again, then added, "No one has ever seen me before,
Father, just my mom and dad."
"I'm glad. I'm glad, too, that I will be the first. Is it OK if I see
you?"
She slowly nodded her head, and I heard a slight, "Yes, father," from
her, and again, "I have to do what you say."
I smiled. "Oh, yes, dear. Are you afraid?"
"No, father."
"Are you nervous?"
"Yes, father."
"Hey, Mary, do we really need all this "father" stuff? Can't you just
call me Frank? After all, that's my name."
"Oh, no! Mom said to always address you as father during the learning
of the Ways."
That was going to drive me crazy. "What if I order you not to call me
father? What then?"
"Um, I don't think you can, father. It is our way to call the Teacher
of any learning as Father." She looked up at me with those big eyes of
hers. "I can't call you Frank until the learning period is over."
This was a little too much for me. I would go nuts listening to this
every thirty seconds. I decided to make a joke of it, maybe that would
lighten her up. "What if you just change it a little and call me
daddy?" I waited while she considered that. "You know, it's still like
father, but not as stodgy." I really was just trying to inject some
levity.
She pondered that a few moments, then smiled. "I think that would be
OK." She smiled at this and her face lit up for the first time
tonight. "I like that, daddy."
"There, that's much better. And not so much, either. You don't need to
be calling me that every time you breathe. No one else is here so if
you're talking you must be talking to me."
"OK,.. daddy." I laughed and held her close to me.
"Now, there's no need to be nervous. You'll see." I was shaking from
anticipation; but I didn't want to rush things. I was about to cum in
my pants just from talking to her. I placed my other arm about her. I
held her close for a minute, stroking her hair. "Mary, can I give you
a kiss?" I felt her head nod against my chest. "Are you sure, I won't
if you don't want me to."
She mumbled into me, "Why do you keep asking me, daddy? I'll do
whatever you want, I told you, that's what my mom said."
"I know, honey, but it would be much better for you, and me, if you
knew what I was doing and felt OK about it." She didn't respond. "OK,
honey, I won't keep asking you, but you have to promise that if I do
anything that you don't like you will let me know, and I will stop.
OK?" I felt her nod again.
I placed my hand under her chin and tilted her head. I waited until
she opened her eyes and then kissed her on her mouth. She offered no
resistance but she didn't give anything back. She merely submitted. I
continued kissing her, working my lips against hers, moving around and
trying to get her to respond. Her eyes were closed, that was all I
could decipher. When I inserted my tongue in her mouth her eyes opened
in surprise. She stared into my eyes as my tongue explored her mouth.
I drew back after several minutes of intense kissing. "Wow, Mary,
you're a great kisser, I'm surprised." That was a lie. She had put
nothing into it, she just allowed me to have my way.
I decided to move things along. I took my arms from around her. "I
want you to take off your skirt and shirt, honey, I want to look at
you in your underclothes. And I'm going to take all my clothes off." I
had an irresistible urge to expose myself to her. To expose myself to
this sweet child while she herself was still clothed.
Her eyes got big but her hands came up to her shirt and she slowly
began unbuttoning it. I, meanwhile, had my shirt off and was leaning
over to remove my shoes and socks. "Have you ever seen a man naked
before, honey?"
She was almost completely unbuttoned. "I saw my dad sometimes." She
was going slowly.
"Good, good. Then you won't be nervous seeing me." I couldn't wait to
display my throbbing dick to her. I wanted to get naked in front of
this young beauty and wave my dick in her face to see her reaction.
Gees, even my fantasies weren't as good as this was turning out to be.
She was pulling her shirt tails from her waistband. I was pulling off
my socks. She looked up momentarily, eyeing my progress. Her eyes went
down again as she was pulling her shirt off. Beneath it she wore a
chemise type undershirt top, and beneath that I could see the
swellings of her little breasts.
"I'll show you what a man looks like and how he feels, and you'll be
able to see my sperm. Then you will know about a man. The ways of a
man," I added, trying to sound religious. I was getting into this now.
I was blabbering, too, I was so excited.
She stood up to let her skirt slide to the floor. She made no move to
pick it up, and sat anxiously on the edge of the seat, clad in her
underpants and top, her eyes big, as she awaited my next move. I stood
and faced her in just my jockey shorts. Her eyes widened at the sight
of the huge swelling jutting forth. I had to unveil it. I was so
primed I was afraid the slightest touch would start me cumming. While
her eyes were locked were they were I lowered my shorts and stood
stark naked in front of her, my penis bobbing inches from her face.
"Mary, this is a hard penis, a dick. The Father's cock. Daddy's cock.
And this bundle underneath is where the sperm is made that makes
babies." I was so close to coming my balls were tight against the base
of my cock. Her eyes took it all in. "Mary, honey, I want you to hold
it in your hands and see how it feels." She looked at me with a look
of alarm. Or was it excitement? "That's right, honey. A woman needs to
know how to touch her man's cock when it is hard and how to make it
feel good for him. Now, just reach out and hold it."
She did, and I almost died at her touch. Her fingers tentatively
grasped my shaft, her fingers cool on my hot skin, barely reaching
around it. "That feels so good for me, honey. Now, I want you to get
familiar with Daddy's dick. Feel it with both of your hands, and touch
my balls underneath, too." Her other hand grasped me up and down the
length of me. Her small hands made my dick look monster size, even
though I considered myself average. Then she moved and gently explored
my scrotum. She went back to feeling my dick. "You're doing fine,
baby, just fine. It feels so good, and it is always very important to
make your man feel good when you are with him." I was trying to
maintain some semblance of teaching.
"OK, Mary, now I'm going to show you how to make my sperm come out.
This is the best thing a woman can do for her man. A man needs his
sperm to come out. It gives him relief and releases tension." I was
glad there were no women's libbers around to hear that, but it was
just the kind of line that would probably be considered sacred in that
whacko Family Mary's parents were in.
As I watched my dick bobbing inches from her face I thought I would
come, so I pulled away trying to prolong the ecstasy. "OK, you're
going to make my sperm come out now." I instructed Mary to grasp my
shaft and rub up and down, holding it firmly. I positioned her hand
where I wanted it and established the rhythm. When she got going I let
go. "Oh, good, honey, good. So good, you're going to be making your
daddy come, sweetheart. Pretty soon." I could feel an impending
orgasm. I placed my hands on her shoulders. "Ah, good, little girl,
don't stop."
I looked down. It was hard to realize I was in the midst of a fantasy
come true. A lovely little eleven year old girl was sitting on the
edge of my couch in my living room dressed in only her panties and
undershirt. An eleven year old with her fingers wrapped tightly around
my cock and pumping it up and down. A cock that was inches from her
curious eyes and sweet face.
As orgasm approached I involuntarily rose up on my tiptoes, leaning
closer to her, leaning on her. "Oh, it's coming, it's coming. DON'T
STOP!" My balls drew up into my brain and my spine curled like a
pretzel. My heartbeat increased and I stopped breathing completely. I
felt the familiar hydraulic motions inside as my sperm began its
journey to release. My cock began to twitch and jerk and finally,
release, as sperm spurted in wave after wave.
I forced my head down to watch while still upright on my tiptoes and
holding onto Mary's shoulders for balance. She was diligently stroking
me, watching closely now. My moans and groans alerting her to the fact
that something was about to happen. But what? She found out as the
first stream arched up and across the several inches separating her
from my cock and splattered her across her nose and left cheek. She
instinctively pulled her head back and turned it away. This resulted
in the next spurt landing like a white cord across her face from chin
diagonally up and over her nose and across her forehead. My cock
continued spouting. The next spasm surged along her jaw line, across
her ear and into her hair. But now she was turned as much as she
could. My next several spasms, now at less velocity, landed by her ear
and in her hair. Surprisingly her pumping motion didn't diminish, but
my final spurts only had enough force to land on her wrist and hand.
I came down from my tiptoes and rolled onto the couch. I lay there
gasping and recovering from the best orgasm I had ever had, from the
best hand job I'd ever had. I became aware of Mary next to me. She was
staring at me with a strange look on her face, and holding her hand up
in front of her. It was sloppy with my cum and it was dripping onto
her knees. Then I noticed her shirt. It had received a goodly portion
of my orgasm. What didn't land directly on it was now landing there
indirectly as I watched small rivulets of my jism drip from Mary's
face. The mess I had deposited on the side of her head was beginning
its trek down her neck and toward Mary's shirt. She and it were
soaked and shiny with my wet sperm. It seemed like gallons. Mary just
stared at me.
Since Mary was here to learn, and since she was supposed to do what I
told her, I sent her to the bathroom to clean herself. And to bring a
wet cloth to wipe me off. She scurried to do my bidding.
The front of her chemise was all wet where she had wiped away my
residue and her skin showed through in several places. The hair on the
left side of her head was wet from her efforts to remove the sticky
mess I put there. My limp dick was lolling against my thigh and I
directed her to wipe it clean. She did. I waited to see if she would
comment, or ask anything, but she seemed to take everything in stride.
Mary returned from the bathroom again and stood waiting for me.
"Mary," I said, lounging back on the couch, "your top is wet. I think
you should take it off." Mary once again got that alarmed look in her
eyes and for a moment I thought she would balk. I waited for her
reaction. She grasped it and pulled it up and over and off her head.
She dropped it on the floor and stood next to me in just her
underpants, staring over me at some unknown vista on my wall.
I let her stare at whatever she was staring at while I stared at her
young breasts. They were lovely Dixie cups, cupcakes, with delightful
cherries on their tips. Her breasts were more than a mouthful, they
were a small handful. Her nipples were erect and surrounded by pinkish
brown aureole, each the size of a quarter. I watched her beautiful
chest, I watched it heave up and down. Was she excited?
I was feeling much better after my orgasm, more calm. I had never in
my life been more in need of coming more than I just had been. Mary
had that much effect on me. "Come here, honey, sit by me." I pulled
her onto the couch with me. I was lying back and I pulled her half
onto me. I kissed her tenderly several times and hugged her gently to
me. She maintained her distant, uninterested stare. Now that I had
cum, now that I had the edge off, so to speak, I didn't want to just
dominate her into doing what I wanted, like I just did. I would try to
make her want me, to make her like it, too. I should have started this
way but my need to orgasm had overruled my brain. Now I would try and
make up for it.
I struggled to a sitting position and pulled her into a sitting
position on my lap, her legs stretched on the cushions. My left arm
was around her and my right hand was resting gently on her thigh.
"Thank you, honey," I whispered, and kissed her cheek.
She frowned slightly and looked at me. "What are you thanking me for,
daddy?"
I kissed her again. "For doing that for me, honey, for making it so
good for me. I can't possibly describe how wonderful it is, honey,
what you did for me. Thank you, thank you, thank you." Another kiss. I
then reverted back to my teacher role and explained to her what had
just happened and why, and how a good woman should always strive to
make her man achieve the release he needed. She took it all in and
never asked a single question. "Now I'll show you what it can be
really like for you, and I will try to make it as good for you as you
made it for me." She looked up at me with another of her strange
looks, then returned to staring straight ahead into nothingness.
I focused on her perky little breasts which were inches from my face.
I placed my hand on her tummy, gently rubbing. "How does this feel,
honey?" I was rubbing in circular motions. No reply. She felt so
smooth, so warm. I inserted a finger in her navel and gently wiggled
it. "Hey, Mary. Can't you feel that?" Her head nodded. "Does it hurt?"
"No, daddy." Her head turned. "Daddy, that was a dumb question."
I kissed her nose. "I'm just trying to find out how I'm doing." I
moved my hand in circular rubs, gently. "I don't want to do this if it
is hurting you, honey."
"It doesn't hurt," she conceded.
"Oh, good," I answered, "then how does it feel?"
Her head turned away from me, and back, then away again. I kept
rubbing, letting my finger tips gently graze along her skin. "It feels
funny," she relented. She reddened a little at having to admit this.
"Funny - good, or funny - bad?"
"Funny - good."
That's what I was waiting for. I was also aware of the blood returning
to my cock and I could feel it expanding beneath her bottom. I moved
my hand upward and let my finger tips carefully trace the outlines of
her breast, then the other breast. I circled one fingertip lightly
around the base of her breast and let it spiral inward toward her
nipple. I circled it several times and then lightly flicked it with my
fingernail. It was a small nub but, as I rubbed, it protruded more.
Ah, I thought, a response. But was it a response from her excitement
or was it her body's natural response to stimulation?
I cupped my hand and closed it over her breast while I lowered my
mouth to her nipple. I began licking, my tongue circling it just as my
finger was doing on her opposite nipple. I drew my mouth away and
began licking the surface of her breast, letting my tongue slide
across her nipple on each lick. I soon had her wet with my saliva. I
paused to see if she was watching, but all I could see was her far
away look. But both of her nipples were now nice little nubs, standing
proudly. My dick was ready to stand proudly, too, except she was
sitting on it.
I nudged her off my lap. "Let's go into my room, honey, it will be
more comfortable there." I stood and grasped her hand, leading her
down the hall.
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