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FROM THE AUTHOR: Firstly the important...  WARNING This novel covers a wide
range of explicit sexual practices, many of which may be illegal in the
reader's country of residence.  If this is so OR if you are offended in any
way by stories with strong sexual content that you may consider abhorrent
were it practiced in real life, please cease reading now and delete the
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entirety and must contain this note "FROM THE AUTHOR" in full.  GENERAL All
names are fictitious and do not intentionally relate to any person, either
living or dead.  Neither the author nor any acquaintance of the author, has
ever indulged in situations described in this story; they are solely based
on fantasy of the mind.  Most stories written by the author are of
book-length size and the first chapter or two are usually taken up "setting
the scene" so to speak.  If they are not read or given just cursory glance,
the atmosphere that is intended for the story may well be lost on the
reader.  Anticipation of what is to come can give as much joy as "getting
there".  There are many more stories in progress but because of the size,
completion and publication is naturally slow.  I would appreciate
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warned about content, so their comments are a waste of time and will be
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   THE LITTLE SCHEMER (C)July 2001 (Second edition December 2007)

   Sexual Fantasy Fiction by Writer's Cramp (Fffff, Mf, ff, Rom, forced,
coerced, nc, 1st.time, teen, spk, menst, ws, bdsm, etc)
Synopsis:
Fifteen-year-old orphan teenager living with her widowed uncle learns

about sex from her group of school friends then seduces her uncle and in
devious ways finally marries him and "lives happily ever after".

   The Players: Myself, as narrator at age fifteen.  Daddy, really my
uncle, Ben Falconer.  Evelyn Kimpton, a senior at my school.  Kimberley
Hayes, my school friend, the shy one.  Susie Morrow, my school friend, the
doubting one.  Jonie Sullivan, my school friend, the sexy one.

   NOTE: This Second Edition differs from the Original only in minor ways,
mainly
in correcting spelling, grammar and word spacings which were erratic in

the original.  The overall concept and story is unchanged.

[continued from part 1/2]

   Chapter Twelve The phone rang for what seemed an eternity then at last a
voice answered.

   "Hello, Jonie?"

   "Yes, who is this?"

   "Your best friend.  How are you darling?"

   "Well, well, what a surprise.  You've never rang me up before," Jonie
said in surprise.  "Is everything alright?"

   "Sure, just fine."

   Our conversation went on for some time with small talk until finally, I
began to bring the subject around to what I really wanted.

   "Jonie, we all hear the way you talk but are you really in love with
sex?"

   She stopped short for just a moment and then asked suspiciously, "Now
why would you ask me that?"

   "I have something I want to ask you and it's very personal."

   "It sounds intriguing," she said.

   "So, answer my question."

   "Yes."

   "Boys or girls?"

   "Whatever.  Boys I suppose but after what Evelyn taught us, girls are
nice too.  Why?  Do you need...?"

   "Not me," I cut her off.  "But I have a favour to ask and it's something
I would only ask someone I trusted completely.  I always thought of you
that way, Jonie.  Can I really trust you?"

   "Yes, you can trust me, sweet buns.  Whatever it is, it will be strictly
between you and me," she reassured me and I was convinced.  Also I could
hear the anticipation in her voice.

   We talked for a long time until I was sure she knew exactly what I was
asking of her.  Finally she made the decision.

   "I think it's sweet what you are doing," Jonie said.  "Sure, I'll help
and your secret will never leave my lips.  It's something I've never done
and it sounds exciting.  When do you want to do it?"

   "What about Saturday night?" This was just three days away.

   "Fine with me.  I don't have a date.  Invite me to dinner."

   "You're invited.  Come early, about six.  We'll eat at eight."

   We talked over details for more than an hour before we hung up.

   "I've invited one of my school friends over for dinner on Saturday
night, Daddy.  Jonie, you'll like her."

   "That's nice, darling.  She doesn't know, does she?"

   "Of course not, silly," I laughed and pecked him on the lips
reassuringly.  "She's just a good friend."

   "Welcome to our home, Jonie," Daddy smiled as he opened the door.  "My
niece is in the living room.  Come on in and make yourself at home.  What
would you like to drink?  Wine?  A Baccardi and Coke?"

   "Oh, anything.  Wine would be nice please."

   We hugged each other and kissed directly on the lips.  Daddy didn't miss
that, I was sure.  He was quiet for some time until I suggested that he
show Jonie over the house while I got things ready for dinner.

   "Take your time.  Dinner won't be ready for an hour or so yet."

   "Would you like to see over our home, Jonie?"

   "Of course.  Love to." She stood up and took his arm as he walked up the
stairs.

   They came back just on an hour later.  Jonie was smiling and winked at
me but Daddy looked most uncomfortable.

   "It took you long enough," I said matter of factly.

   "You've got a lovely home, hon.  There was so much to see," Jonie said
and added slyly, "And do."

   "Oh, was there?  Yes, I suppose so," I mused as I rushed about the
table. "I hope Uncle Ben was the perfect host."

   "He most certainly was," Jonie said as she smiled up at him.  He looked
distinctly uncomfortable, embarrassed, almost.

   It wasn't until the next day that I was able to talk with Jonie and
learned exactly what had happened upstairs.

   We ate well and spent the time talking about school and laughing a lot.
Daddy smiled sometimes but remained noticeably quiet.

   "Are you feeling alright, Uncle Ben?  You look flushed and you've been
very quiet," I remarked.

   "Oh yes, I'm fine," he replied quietly.

   "It was probably all the exertion upstairs," Jonie quipped.  "The stairs
and all, I mean," she quickly added as Daddy squirmed in his chair.

   I looked at each of them and agreed unconvincingly.  I could become an
actress without any trouble, I thought to myself as Jonie and I returned to
our reminiscences.

   Jonie was quite happy to agree that we leave the dishes and go into the
living room to continue our reverie.  "No, Uncle Ben, you come too, you're
part of the family and you're not excluded."

   He came with us but with noticeable discomfort.

   "You sit there, Uncle Ben," I pointed to an armchair opposite the sofa.
"I want to sit near Jonie.  You can pour the drinks if you like."

   He carried out his duties and returned to his seat, sipping a whisky and
soda.

   "You're still the most beautiful girl in our group, Jonie," I
complimented her.

   "I don't think so but if I am, you're a close second," she replied and
we shifted closer to each other.

   "Do you remember what we nearly did at Evelyn's?"

   "You mean between each other.  Yes, how could anyone forget."

   "I wish we had," I said looking into her eyes.

   "Well, I have, you know," she said.  "But not with one of our group. 
Another girl."

   Daddy was listening intently now.

   "Was it as nice as Evelyn said it would be?"

   "More than you could imagine.  Oh, yes it was marvellous."

   "And you...?"

   "What?"

   "Uhm," I hesitated.  "Did you uhm, explode?"

   "It was so easy."

   We were both becoming excited and holding back giggles as we realised
what we were talking about in front of Daddy.  I glanced at him and saw the
bulge in his trousers.  He knew what we were talking about.

   "I'm envious," I said.  "How often have you...?"

   "Just once but I hope it happens again."

   "Oh," I sighed.  "I wish I..."

   "You've imagined doing it, haven't you?"

   "Yes, often."

   "And?"

   "I haven't had the chance."

   "We could."

   "We could?  You and me?"

   "Why not?  Wouldn't you like to try?"

   "Yes."

   "Then why not take the plunge?"

   "Jonie, I'm still a vir..." I looked directly at Daddy.  "I'm still
intact."

   "That's one of the beauties of it.  There's no need to break through any
barriers this way."

   "No, that's true.  When could we?"

   Jonie glanced at Daddy then with a smile said, "Tonight if you want to.
We could go upstairs."

   "It's warmer down here," I reminded her.  "And the fire's so nice."

   "But your...?" She looked up at Daddy and he quickly averted his eyes.

   "Oh, don't mind Uncle Ben.  He can become quite invisible.  He'll do
whatever I tell him.  It's sort of a special understanding we have.  Isn't
it, Uncle Ben?"

   "What?" He looked at us so innocently.  "What was that, dear?"

   "If I asked you to become invisible you could be quiet as a little
church mouse, couldn't you?  Just as though you weren't here at all?"

   "Do you want me to leave?"

   "Oh, it's so cold outside.  No, just sit still and take a nap.  Jonie
and I want to be friends together, that's all."

   "Alright, I'll take a snooze."

   Jonie looked suspiciously at me and then smiled knowingly.  "You've set
this up, haven't you?"

   "Yes but Daddy had no idea.  He just goes along with anything I say. 
Believe me."

   "Daddy?  I thought he was your uncle?"

   "He is really, but I call him Daddy some of the time because he's really
like a father to me.  I have no other, you know."

   "Oh, I see.  So you sort of boss him around, or so it looks and now you
want us to be lesbians in front of him?"

   "Bingo.  Give him another hard on and you can relieve him again but this
time in front of me," I whispered with a little giggle.

   "You're evil."

   "I'm curious."

   "About your uncle's cock or about lesbians?"

   "Both but especially making love to you."

   She nodded with a suggestive smirk.

   "Alright then," she said aloud.  "Now we're on our own, who goes first?"

   "What do you mean?"

   "Who makes the first move?"

   "Oh, you I guess," I stammered.  "What do we do?"

   "Be yourself.  O.K., I'll start," she said as she put a hand around my
neck and pulled me to her.  Our lips met in a long, lingering kiss.

   "My," I gasped as we parted.

   "Stay still my little bird," Jonie said softly as she began to undo the
buttons on my blouse.  She put her lips to my ear and asked, "Has your dad
seen you naked before?"

   "Oh, lots of times.  We don't have any inhibitions about that but for
some reason I never see him fully undressed."

   "Does he touch you?"

   "You mean like in sex?  No, not at all.  But he does stare sometimes."

   "I'm sure he does." Then in a louder voice she said, "Well, off with the
blouse.  Stand up while I get the skirt."

   Soon I was standing in front of her in my bra and panties.  "Nice
figure, darling," Jonie said appreciatively as her hands roamed over all my
contours.

   My back was to Daddy so he saw very little until Jonie turned me around,
saying, "Now for the bra.  Doesn't it feel nice when you discard this
monstrosity?"

   My bra fell to the floor and Daddy got an eyeful.  He was definitely not
sleeping now and made no pretence of doing so.  His cock was forming a tent
in his trousers and already a wet spot was showing.

   "It's a good thing you're dad's not still here," Jonie said
purposefully. "After what we did upstairs, another session watching what
we're about to do might finish him off."

   "What was that?" I asked her with an innocent look.

   "Maybe I'll tell you sometime.  What's important now is just you and me.
We're going to make love until we're both worn out."

   "Oh, yes please, Jonie darling," I agreed bending down to press my lips
against hers.

   She stood up while our lips still clung together.  "Undress me," she
urged me breathlessly.

   I turned her so she was facing Daddy just a few feet away and began to
undo the buttons at the back of her frock.  Then standing behind her, I
eased her arms out and let the whole garment waft down her body and fall
onto the floor.

   "Why, Jonie Sullivan, I do believe you have no panties on, you naughty
girl."

   "Sorry.  I left then under your dad's pillow.  Sort of a surprise."

   "I bet it will be," I said with a giggle as I unclipped her bra and let
that fall away.  "He'll probably jerk off in them, you know." Jonie just
smiled.  My arms came around her body and I cupped her breasts and nuzzled
her neck.  "They feel beautiful, Jonie.  So firm." I looked Daddy straight
in the eye and winked.  His cock looked at bursting point and he was
definitely blushing.

   "Let's sit down on the sofa," Jonie suggested.  "No wait, let me take
your panties off.  You haven't got the curse have you?"

   "No, silly."

   We sat closely together and Jonie laid her leg over mine, pushing my
other one widely apart.  Then we stroked each other's bosoms and kissed
passionately until Jonie trailed her fingertips down to my pussy, which had
been smiling at Daddy for some time.

   "Take care, Jonie.  I'm still a virgin, remember."

   "I will.  Now do the same to me, but you can go inside as well."

   As my hand came in contact with her mat of curly hair she spread her
legs wide and we began to stimulate each other.  Daddy's cock was forcing
his pants so high I thought he would come at any moment.

   We were watching his crotch intently just as he was, ours.

   I came first in a roar of noise that I never even heard but Jonie never
stopped pleasuring me.  Even after I had calmed down she maintained the
same rhythm, even when she too exploded in a body-shuddering roar of
pleasures.  So all I could do was to maintain my own attentions to her
pussy, which finished, in almost simultaneous orgasms the second time
around.

   We rested only for a short time when Jonie whispered in my ear, "I think
your dad needs to be relieved or he'll burst.  Will I?"

   "Yes," I whispered back.  "But make sure I can see it all."

   She crawled towards him and said gently, "Be still, Uncle Ben," as she
pushed his knees apart.  Then undoing his fly she swallowed his hardness
between her lips.  He began groaning immediately and shuddered his way to
relief soon after.

   Without further word, Jonie rose, pecked me on the nose, collected her
clothes and left the room.  We heard the front door close a few minutes
later, obviously after she had dressed.

   My legs remained wide apart just as Daddy left his now deflated penis
laying over his pants.  We looked into each other's eyes for what seemed
forever and the next thing I knew, he was shaking me awake.

   Chapter Thirteen "Come on, sleepy head.  It's morning."

   It seemed as though I hadn't moved at all for my pussy was still on
show. For that matter, Daddy's little penis was still hanging from his
trousers so he obviously had slept soundly too.

   I reached up and wrapped my arms around his neck.

   "Good morning, Daddy.  Did you sleep well?"

   "Oh, yes indeed I did, my little devil."

   "Do you know what?"

   "What?"

   "That was your buck's night.  Last night."

   "Is that so?" He smiled at me happily.  "I knew you set it up, that was
obvious but I thought it was my final fling before the shutters go up. 
Around your pussy, I mean."

   "Oh, that goes without saying," I agreed.  "But I still haven't been
wooed."

   He tucked himself in and dropped my panties over my pouting pussy. 
"That starts right now.  Run upstairs and pack a bag for one week.  We're
off."

   "Where?  What do you mean?"

   "Don't ask questions.  You're intended fiancée demands your company for
a whole week in which he hopes to win your hand in wedlock."

   "Oh, Daddy," I squealed, leaping up and kissing him silly.  Then I ran
upstairs to shower.

   An hour later we were on the way to the airport and I was to find out,
to Hawaii.

   While we were waiting for our baggage he looked at me very seriously. 
"You realise that if I am banned from any sort of hanky panky until we tie
the knot, so are you."

   "Yes, of course."

   "Not even a wayward finger in the seclusion of your bed.  Nothing."

   "I promise as long as you do too."

   "Then I promise as well," he said.  "When we get to the hotel don't be
surprised when we are given separate rooms.  That's what I've ordered."

   "You are being good.  I'd wondered about that."

   "And we've got to get you into some clothes that will say I'm not dating
a teenager.  It's a bit off-putting, you know.  You look more like fifteen
than even your eighteen years you've dressed yourself as."

   "Wait until I dress up like a twelve year old," I teased.  "But not
until after we're married.  I bet you've dreamed of breaking the cherry of
a little twelve year old with the smallest tits and no pussy hair at all,
haven't you?"

   "You deserve every spanking you're going to get.  That's a promise."

   "Oh, yes please, kind sir," I curtsied.

   Needless to say the hotel was five-star and I walked into a full suite.
He was sparing no expense but that wasn't surprising.  The next week was
spent visiting every dress shop in the city, or so it seemed and I would
need several suit cases to return home.  We wined and dined every night and
took long walks along the beach in the moonlight.  Or we danced the night
away.  Never once did he try to touch me sexually, nor did he bring
anything crude into our conversations.  Never once did he even try to come
into my suite, nor I his.

   We cuddled often and kissed intimately, whispering sweet nothings and
dreaming our dreams out loud, loud enough for just the two of us, that is.

   A fresh sheath of flowers reached my room every morning always with a
little verse of love in his own writing.

   We were two lovers enjoying nothing but the presence of each other.  How
I loved him so.

   His penis stiffened regularly.  He couldn't hide the fact, especially
when we were embracing or laying on the sand in our swim-suits, but neither
I nor he mentioned the fact.  This lover of mine was the perfect suitor. 
Definitely Mr.  Right as far as I was concerned.

   On our final night he had arranged to call for me and when I opened to
his knock, a bouquet of white orchids was thrust in my direction.

   "For my own true orchid," he smiled.

   "Thank you, sweetheart.  They're beautiful.  Will you fix them on me,
please?"

   A large black limousine awaited us at the entrance and then glided away
and into the hills around the city.

   We were ushered into the solitude of what seemed like our own
dining-room for we were on a balcony overlooking the city lights, with
walls of plants separating us from anyone else.  The waiters were unseen
but always there when we needed them.

   He ordered everything from the caviar and champagne starters, to the
lobster and smoked salmon entrees then the very French sounding main
courses.  Wines flowed but we drank little.  I was so happy about that for
I wanted to savour every moment.

   We held hands and kissed throughout the evening.  He kissed my hand so
often it made me dizzy with anticipation.  It would have been so easy to
offer myself to him there and then for I wanted him so deeply.  I was
aroused and it was I this time, who could not have said no if he had made
the suggestion.

   When the waiter poured Dom Perignon into the frosted glasses and quickly
left us, my shining knight knelt beside me, pressed my hand to his lips and
said, "My most beautiful darling, how could I ever have dreamed of this
moment but for you.  I love you as no other man could ever love the woman
of his dreams and I want you so desperately.  Whatever may befall us, I
know that the love I share with you now could never be usurped.  Will you
do me the great honour of becoming my wife?"

   My delight was beyond words.  All I could do was to cup my free hand
against his cheek, press his fingertips to my bosom and kiss him gently on
his lips.

   "Oh yes, my dearest.  Yes, yes, yes I will."

   It was then that I saw the small box he produced from his pocket.  He
took the ring and slipped it onto my wedding finger.  Oh, how large it
sparkled in as the light caught it.  It was large and seemed to weigh a
ton.

   We stood together and without a word toasted each other in champagne.  I
realised only later that I had swallowed the whole glassful without taking
a breath.  We moved to a large couch that looked right over the bay and
lights.  I lay back in his arms and when his hand cupped my breast, I just
sighed and snuggled closer to him.  I was fulfilled and dreamed of the
coming days.

   Sometime later a waiter coughed softly and reminded us it was after two
in the morning.  We looked into each other's eyes and giggled.  Had we been
mesmerised or something?  How could time go by so quickly?  Dreamily we
walked from the restaurant arm in arm and stepped into our limousine.

   "Do you think you could drive around for a while, driver?" Daddy asked.

   "Yes, sir.  Anywhere special?"

   "Oh, somewhere where we can watch the sunrise," he replied dreamily.

   "Yes, sir," he agreed understandingly, a wide smile on his face.  No
doubt Daddy would be rewarding him well.

   It was like dreamland.  I can't remember seeing anything outside.  Just
my future husband's warm, smiling face as we looked into each other's eyes.
His fingers searched every angle of my face and arms many times over like a
sculptor modelling one of the world's masterpieces.  A hand rested on my
breast from time to time but I made no effort to thwart him.  For all
intents and purposes, I was his.  If his hand had slipped inside my blouse
or under my skirt I could not have stopped him.  He could have broken my
maidenhead with his finger and I would not have had the power to object in
any way.  But my man never once invaded that privacy.

   My hands constantly wandered over his face and occasionally inside his
shirt but never any further.  Once when I was so overcome with passion, I
whispered in his ear, "I'm very wet."

   "I wondered," was his reply.  "That's good."

   But he never gave in to the passions that must have been soaring through
his loins.

   * * * * * *

   "There's the sunrise now, sir," a voice came through the speaker system
as the vehicle slowed to a stop.  Daddy wound his window down and we
watched together, our faces together, my breast being cupped so lightly.

   I lifted my left hand up and kissed the large stone that now adorned it,
and then kissed my future husband.

   "It was a wonderful engagement, my darling," I whispered.

   It was quite light when we reached our hotel.

   "Come and have breakfast with me, darling," I invited.

   He hesitated.  "No perhaps I shouldn't."

   "I want you to.  Same conditions though," I reminded him with a wry
smile.

   "In that case..." We hurried for my room and I handed him the key.

   "Dance with me," he said, turning on the radio on to something soft and
sensuous.  I moved into his arms and we kissed as he floated around the
room.

   "You can dance," I said with surprise in my voice.

   "Among other things," he replied and held me tight.

   It worried me that coming home to our hotel might have been a let-down
but straight away we went into wedding mode.  Neither of us wanted to wait
any longer.  I was desperate for the feel of his sex and no doubt, he
needed me more than anything.  There was little doubt about that for
whatever he wore seemed to always have a wet spot near his groin.  So it
was decided we would fly to Las Vegas the next day after we had a decent
sleep after missing out on any the previous evening.

   "Do you realise you were touching my innocent titties all of last
night," I accused him.

   "But I notice you made no move to stop me."

   "But it was naughty.  You broke your promise.  I should punish you."

   "Now she promises.  Well, little lady, just remember, I've got bigger
hands."

   "And I can't wait to feel them on my..."

   "Your what?"

   "My everything," I laughed.  "Now let me get some sleep.  A girl needs
to be her best on her wedding day."

   "So does the man," he agreed, kissing me with a quick peck.  "Sleep
well." And so we went to our separate beds for the last time.

   * * * * * *

   It would be useless to describe the flight to Las Vegas or the hype that
went with us entering the door of 'The Little White Chapel of Love' as it
was called.  Suffice to say they made no enquiry as to my identity and our
wedding took exactly seventy five seconds to complete.  All I remember was
the smile of love on my husband's face as I said, "I do." Nothing else
mattered.

   He took me in his arms and kissed me so deeply and so long I had to
fight him for the very breath of life.

   "Phew," I said.  "That was some kiss."

   "I love you, baby," he whispered as he kept hugging me.

   A round of clapping from the various couples who were waiting their turn
and my husband whisked me off.

   "Where are we going?"

   "Where do you think?"

   "I don't want to gamble, Daddy."

   "It's not gambling when you're on a sure thing, darling.  Besides, it's
Ben now.  Remember?  We're married."

   "Now isn't that the truth," I agreed in a southern drawl.  "So where's
my husband taking me?"

   "To the largest bedroom in town."

   "Oh, Ben.  I do love you so," I melted against him as we sat in the cab.
We didn't say another word until after the bellboy closed the door to our
room on his way out.

   "Do I still look eighteen, Ben dear?"

   "No, I'd say more like almost nineteen.  Did you see the look on the
Manager's face.  I thought he was going to accuse me of being a
paedophile."

   "Incestuous but definitely not a paedophile," I smiled.

   "Are you sorry it's gone this far, darling?" He asked me seriously.

   "Yes, I am," I replied just as seriously and giggled when I saw the look
on his face.  "By now I thought you'd at least have me naked," I added.

   "Little tease," he smiled taking hold of me again and patting my
backside a little harder than he should have.

   "Ouch."

   "That's just starters.  Now I get to have my evil way with your pure
young body.  Oh, the things I'm going to make you do," he said rubbing his
hands with glee.

   "Not so fast, buster.  My husband gets first go," I warned him.

   "Lucky bastard," Daddy replied.  Strange, isn't it?  I still think of
him as Daddy and it thrills me every time.

   "Ben, can I ask you something serious before my pure young body works
you into a lather?"

   "Sure, baby.  What?"

   "Would you mind if I called you Ben only when we were with other people?
I'd much rather call you Daddy still.

   "But what if you did it when the people we were with knew you as my
wife? It would be much safer if we acted out the part right from the
beginning.  Less chance of making mistakes."

   "Yes but if we did say something wrong I could always make out I called
you that like some bimbo would call her sugar daddy, Daddy.  It just makes
me tingle all over when I call you Daddy."

   "Does it now?  In that case let's do it.  To hell with the risk."

   "Thanks, Daddy dear," I said smooching up to him with a pout that he
couldn't resist to kiss.

   When we broke, I told him I wanted to make myself pretty for him and
rushed into the bathroom, locking the door behind me.  I reopened the door
and smiled, "Just so you don't peek.  Put on some nice music, chill the
champers and give me half an hour.  And don't touch yourself," I added
cheekily.

   "Half an h...," I heard him whine as the door closed on him again.

   A quick shower, some good perfume, very little make-up but definitely
lipstick to entrance him.  The trip to Hawaii enabled me to stock up on
some sexy lingerie and I dressed myself for my new husband.  My very own
Daddy.

   I opened the door wide and saw he had lowered the lights and two glasses
of sparkling gold were waiting on the coffee table.  Daddy had changed too
into what looked like silk pyjamas and I saw he had washed in the bar sink
for his toiletries were laying all around it.

   Poor, Daddy, but then I'm sure my being in the bathroom and he out here
would have been better than the reverse.

   "Happy honeymoon, sweetheart," he smiled with so much love than it made
my insides melt.  I took the offered glass and we sipped our toasts
together.

   "Make love to me, Daddy," I encouraged him as his strong arms surrounded
me.

   "You look beautiful.  No-one could be so lucky," he complimented me. 
"Let me look," he said holding me at arms length.

   I was dressed in virginal white, a full length nightgown that clung to
every curve I possessed.  Beneath that and as yet unseen by him I wore a
lace bra and panty set with a matching suspender belt and of course, white
stockings.  I had dispensed of the shoes.

   His hands ran down my sides, stroking the sides of my breasts, cupping
my waist which, without being too immodest, was very narrow, and then
smoothing the material of my gown over my hips.  By now he knew there was
more than just the gown and it made him all the more interested.

   He pulled me to him and ran his hands over my back, stroking my bra
strap and the elastic edge of my panties until they came to rest on my
bottom cheeks.  It was all his.  Everything about me was now his and I knew
that in a short time he would take possession.

   "Let me undress you, darling," I whispered and stood back to survey him.
Just simple pyjamas.  Our eyes never strayed from each other's as I slowly,
and I hoped sensuously, undid each button on his jacket, slipping the
garment off his shoulders.  He reached for me but I pushed his arms behind
his back, shaking my head to say don't touch.

   I let my fingers trail down his sides and nibbled his nipples with my
lips and tongue until I reached his pyjama pants.  Then my hands moved
along the top of his pants until I reached the draw string in the middle,
almost directly below his navel.

   Looking up, I invited his kiss as I slowly pulled both ends and let the
pants drop to the floor while our lips were still pressed together.  I put
a hand on each hip and was surprised to find more clothing which made me
jolt backwards somewhat because I didn't expect this.  I wanted nakedness
but he was playing my games and had something more to remove.

   When I saw the bright red silky boxer shorts with bare boobs printed all
over it, I burst into laughter and he had to support me from falling over.

   "Well lookee here.  More tits than you can poke a stick at," I giggled.
"At least there's one stick poking out anyway."

   It was a manly erection and I couldn't resist kneeling and placing my
face against the fierce protuberance.

   "Is that all for me?" I asked as I stood up again.

   "Only you, my baby," he agreed.

   "Well I want to save it for later.  Come and sit on the bed.  I have
something for you." Dutifully he backed towards the bed and sat when he
felt the backs of his knees touch.

   I took a further sip of champers, looked knowingly at him and said,
"This is for you, my darling."

   Using the gentle sounds from the music that was barely audible I began
to sway my hips and torso, never taking my eyes from him for a moment.  My
hands roamed over my body, caressing, cupping, jiggling, lifting, lightly
patting.  I was just arms length from him but he made no attempt to reach
out.  I hoped my look was seductive for I felt that way as I poked my
bottom at him, leaned forward to offer just the hint of cleavage, jerked my
loins at him in pseudo copulation motions, gyrated my hips, ran my tongue
across my lips and looked steamily at him.

   Then, turning my back to him and while still gyrating my hips I leaned
down and very slowly began to raise the nightdress.  He moaned when the
suspenders came into view and louder as he saw the briefness of my panties.
Once the garment was around my waist I spun around and continued to lift.

   His arms were behind him, supporting his sitting position and his
erection had found the flies of his shorts and was pointing straight
upwards.  I smiled wryly and wondered if he could avoid ejaculating before
I finished my show, let alone before he plunged himself into my honey pot.
So the nightdress came off quickly.

   Here I was, his child bride, still winding my hips wildly around, trying
to inflame his urges in my bra, panties and suspenders.  What to take off
next?  Definitely the stockings.

   One foot on the edge of the bed directly beneath his testicles as I
first undid each suspender clasp and slowly rolled the stocking down my
leg. I thought it immensely sexy and so did he from the lurid looks he gave
me.  Daddy may be reaching bursting point for all I knew.  These kinds of
things I still had to learn but meanwhile I continued, hoping he could hold
on.

   Taking the very tip of the toe in my fingers I pulled the roll of
stocking off and flicked it to open it out again.  Then I dropped the
feather light whiteness over his stiffness.  He flinched and groaned.

   The second stocking went the same way and he made no move to remove them
from where they lay.  I began to lean very close to his bulging eyes now,
the swell of my encapsulated bosoms jiggling as I wiggled from side to
side. At the same time, I released the suspender belt and laid it over one
of his shoulders.

   When I leaned towards him again and rested my hands on his shoulders he
couldn't decide where to look first.  Into my eyes which I'm sure he
thought he should, or at my jiggling baby titties which were well within
reach.

   "These are yours, Daddy," I said sulkily as I unclipped my bra and
released the twin mounds in front of him.  He gulped but as he reached out
to claim ownership I backed away saying, "Oh, ah, not yet." All he got was
the bra over his other shoulder.

   "You like?"

   "Yes," he croaked not knowing what to do next.

   My hips were still gyrating and I moved close to him again.

   "Take them off," I said, "but don't touch me."

   His hands reached out gingerly and he managed to get his fingers inside
the waist band but my gyrations made it exceedingly difficult to get the
panties down over my bottom cheeks.  After a while I had to slow my
movements down allowing him finally to denude his new wife of her last
vestige of modesty.

   "I'm very wet, darling.  I need you in me right now."

   "I'll come straight away," he replied a little ashamed of his lack of
control.

   "That might make your intrusion all the easier."

   "My god, you are beautiful," he told me, almost in awe of what he was
looking at.

   "I'm glad you think so." Then I kneeled beside him, kissed him
passionately and laid backwards across the bed.

   "Take me, my darling.  It's time.  Take what's yours."

   He never even thought of the shorts he was wearing but moved between my
wide spread legs and touched his penis against my pussy lips.

   "I'll try to be gentle," he said softly and I felt his hardness press
into me.

   It slipped easily inside and for a moment I thought it was going to be a
breeze.  Then he met the barrier.

   "Don't stop, darling," I whispered.  I wanted it over with.  "Don't
worry about the pain.  I'm giving it all to you.  I want you to hurt me. 
Please, darling.  Do it quickly." My arms were around his neck and I held
my lips to his as tightly as I could.

   He gave two short thrusts that didn't hurt other than some pressure. 
Then with a fearful lunge he thrust his penis hard against the resistance.
I screamed from the pain, I just couldn't help it.  Oh, hell, it hurt.

   "I'm sorry.  Oh, baby I don't want to hurt you."

   "Do it, Daddy.  Please take my maidenhood.  Don't stop."

   I was trying to push myself against him but his weight stopped most of
the movement.  Then he took a deep breath and rather than thrust, just
pushed hard.  Harder and harder until it became unbearable.  He told me
later I was screaming so loud he thought we'd have security banging at the
door.  But good effort finally paid off and with a stab of pain he broke
through and sank his whole length inside my tortured channel.  At that
moment all control left him and his shuddering rocked the whole bed as he
poured his sperm against the neck of my womb.  It still hurt but it was
wonderful and I rocked beneath him, sobbing violently from the sheer joy of
knowing my husband, my beautiful Daddy had taken my virginity.  I held him
so tightly he couldn't move and despite the fact that I could hardly
breathe, I wanted him to stay this way for ever.

   "You're wonderful, my husband," I laughed and cried at the same time,
holding his face between my hands and kissing him in a myriad of pecks.

   "I hurt you, didn't I, baby?  I'm so sorry," he cried in my ear, almost
a whine of desperation.

   "It's done and I love you," I encouraged him.  "I gave it to you and
you've taken my virginity.  Thank you, sweetheart."

   He leaned up and looked into my eyes.  "You're not disappointed?  But I
hurt you so much."

   "I'm a coward but it made me feel so wonderful the moment it was over.
Oh, I'm so happy."

   "Then it's not over.  This is just the beginning."

   "Yes it is, isn't it?" I agreed and we both burst into fits of rapturous
laughter.

   He lifted himself off me and I saw for the first time the crimson
virginal blood on his soft penis.

   "We forgot to put anything under you," he said.  "We've made quite a
mess, you know."

   I sat up and saw the mixture of red and white still flowing from my
pussy.  There was a pool of crimson on the sheet at least a foot across and
for a moment I panicked.

   "I'm alright, aren't I?" I asked.

   "It happens to every girl just once, you know.  Yes it was just like
this with your aunt too."

   At least that gave me comfort.

   "What should I do?"

   "Wear a sanitary napkin, I guess.  But first I'm going to clean up my
wife." He picked me up in his arms and whisked me into the bathroom as
though I were light as a feather.  It didn't take long to run a bath and I
sat down while he rinsed the stains away.  Kissing me quickly he said,
"Stay still.  I'll be back in a moment."

   And he was, with a sanitary pad already opened and ready to apply.  I
stood up and he pressed some tissues against my pussy.  "Hold them there
while I dry the rest of you."

   When that was done, he replaced the tissues with the pad.  Hurrying back
into the bedroom, he returned with my virginal white panties I had so
recently discarded, and helped me step into them.

   "I'd much rather be taking them off than putting them back on," he said
with a gleam in his eye.

   "So would I," I laughed.

   "Does it still hurt?"

   "Yes a bit but it's alright.  Would you like to make love again?"

   "None of that for a couple of days at least," he stated.  "Got to get
the rupture healed first."

   "Oh, Daddy, that's not fair.  On you or on me."

   "Well on you, maybe but you have plenty to offer me without having to
use that beautiful pussy of yours.  Think about it a moment.  Anyway, you
don't want to wear an old man out too soon."

   "I know you're a bull, Daddy, so don't come the old man stuff with me."

   "And you're my little fox," he laughed as he carried me back into the
bedroom.

   "Gosh, it is a mess," I said.  "What will we do?"

   "Take the sheet with us, for one thing.  It's my one proof of a virginal
wife and I'm not giving up that evidence.  No way."

   He spoke on the phone and just minutes later, there was a knock at the
door.

   Daddy quickly pulled the sheet off the bed to display the waterproof
covering on the mattress.  "Here, this and you, into the bathroom." I
needed no second warning.

   Chapter Fourteen When he came to get me the bed was remade and the
covers turned back.

   "What did you say?"

   "That you lost your virginity and we wanted to keep the evidence."

   "You didn't?" I quaked in astonishment.

   "I did and she just smiled and said they would put the sheet on the
bill."

   "I suppose they see everything here," I conceded.

   Then I realised his own weapon still needed washing.

   "Daddy."

   "Yes?"

   "Come in here," I called from the bathroom.

   "What is it?"

   "Stand still." I lowered his boobs-covered boxer shorts and took a warm
washer to his still soft penis.  "It must be the virginal type," I said. 
"Normal blood comes off easily." But with plenty of soap he was soon as
fresh as a daisy.  "Now we can talk about what else I have to offer you," I
suggested, walking to the bed arm in arm.

   "Indeed we can," he smiled back.

   He was naked and so were my boobs.  Now just what did he have in mind? I
was sure my poor puss was safe from his ravages for a time at least so that
leaves just my hands and mouth, I thought to myself.

   "I'm your wife now, darling," I assured him.  "I'm in your hands,
whatever you want me to do, I'll do willingly.  You only have to ask."

   "I'm so happy," he smiled back at me pecking me on the nose.  "I'll
never make you do anything that you don't want to."

   "But that's just what I said.  Anything at all and you can ask me. 
Anything, darling.  Ask me now.  Your most sexy fantasies.  Ask and I will
agree.  In fact you don't ever have to ask, all you need is to do it, no
matter what."

   "Alright then, I want you laying on the bed.  On your back." When I was
in place, smiling at him with all the love I had for my husband, he added,
"Now all I want to do is look at you."

   He laid down beside me, put his elbow in the pillow and rested his face
on his hand.  Then he just looked.  And looked and looked and looked.

   "Who would ever have dreamed we would do this?  I still can't believe
it's true.  I'll open my eyes and you'll disappear in a puff of dreaming."

   I reached out for his hand and drew it to my breast "Is this a dream,
Daddy?  Let me make love to you.  You'll have to show me how, you know."

   "Just touch me, sweetheart.  Touch me all over with your fingers, and
your lips.  Send me off to dreamland but make sure you're here when I wake
up."

   With that, he rolled onto his back and closed his eyes.  I knelt beside
my lover and kissed every nook and cranny of his face, gently humming some
tune or other.

   Stroking his strength, his chest and arms, letting my breasts rub across
his nose and mouth and along his chest.  As my fingers brushed his sides he
wriggled and I made a note to remember that was one of Daddy's ticklish
spots.  Then moving down, my lips and tip of my tongue left little wet
trails along his legs until I sucked his toes between my lips and bathed
them.  He loved the feel of this, it was obvious.  But the underside of
each foot was very ticklish and he couldn't stop his feet from wriggling.

   Gently I pressed his legs wider and of course he acquiesced, at the same
time so did his manhood, which was beyond half-mast by now and growing by
the second.  My hair brushed against his legs as my lips followed the inner
thigh pathway upwards, which caused greatness to occur in that most
precious of male appendages.  Even before I had reached his knees his penis
was stiff and shining, a little droplet of clear liquid already falling
onto the sheet.  But he wasn't to feel my touch there just yet.

   I pressed my tongue hard against his inner thigh as I moved upwards but
just before I reached the point where my face would rub against his taut
little sack of testicles, I returned to his foot on the other leg and began
my journey upwards once more.  He didn't feel the pleasure of my lips
against his genitals though, as much as he was demanding it through the
whimpering moans that left him.  My face circled his pubic hair, so dark
and crinkly, and I journeyed upwards to his nipples which I sucked and
licked for some moments.  When I found his lips, he was hungry for me,
pressing his open mouth up against mine, sexually aroused lips that I
denied him for the time being.

   "Roll over," I whispered, and he did with some effort, tucking his cock
beneath himself for comfort.

   I simply let my fingertips explore every crevice and muscle, humming
softly as I became engrossed in the tautness of his hard body.  Daddy was
indeed in fine shape and I took notice of his beautiful tooshie for the
first time.  I had touched it once before but never realised how cute it
was.  His skin shone as though he had been covered in baby oil, so firm
were these two beautiful globes, and I gently kissed the apex of each,
bringing another round of pleasurable moaning from his lips.  I felt pretty
proud of myself until I realised that this was the first woman to really
make love to Daddy since my aunt withdrew his sexual privileges several
years ago.

   If he reacted the same way as this in say a year's time, then I might be
able to call myself a good lover.  But I had confidence in my abilities,
lacking in experience though they might be.  While my fingers wandered, I
reminded myself to ask Daddy about his session with Jonie on his buck's
night.  I know what she told me but was intrigued to hear what he would say
himself.

   Now I had reached his beautiful bottom and again pressed his legs apart.
There was definitely no resistance from his part for they were quickly
spread.  I stroked the hillocks for a long while, many minutes, and he
murmured his pleasure which rose in crescendo when my finger traced the
line of his crease all the way down to his balls.  He was ready at anytime,
I knew but wasn't about to finish just yet.

   Facing towards his feet now, I parted his bottom crease with both hands
and wet the furrow with my tongue.  For the first time I tasted the
bitterness of my husband's anus when I deliberately stopped at that spot
and tickled the little pucker with the tip of my tongue.  It wasn't
unpleasant at all and gave me confidence for my lovemaking in that area in
the future.  Then I moved on until the merest touch of his balls sent
shudders through him.  I thought he might come before I was ready if I
didn't get on with it right now.

   "Roll over again, my husband," I whispered as I patted his bottom.  "My,
my, you haven't come have you?"

   He shook his head and I added, "There's such a wet spot underneath you,
I wasn't sure."

   His cock was as hard as rock, a ramrod waiting to be used.  I could see
it was time.

   Leaning along his body, I whispered in his ear, "I want you to come in
my mouth, darling," then quickly moved back to the area under attack.

   My hand lifted the head of his shaft and I wiped away his dribblings
with my lips then swallowed the head deep inside my mouth.  I trailed
fingers along the remaining shaft and stroked his balls which got the
greatest reaction.  He was so sensitive there.

   Then I moved my lips along his cock and swathed it in saliva with my
tongue which brought surprising results.  His body took over almost
instantly, great shivers took over his body almost instantly, great shivers
of emotion, or was it nerves, shook him and he began mouthing the deepest
cries of pleasure I had ever heard in my limited experience.  That he was
about to come was inevitable and I fought to keep his hardness between my
lips.  When the first jerking and shuddering of orgasm began all I could do
was push him deeper into my mouth and I had to control the urge to gag for
his cock was pressing the back of my throat just as though I was using my
fingers to make myself sick.

   Thankfully my will-power won out and the first surge of sperm quite
noticeably rushed past my lips and into my willing mouth.  I moved my
tongue over the head of his cock in light touches and was proud to feel the
power of his spurting was maintained for what I thought was a long time.

   I could taste his emissions which coated every surface and finally had
to swallow to avoid any escaping.  He calmed down eventually and placed a
hand over his face while his heavy breathing subsided to something like
normal.  My face laid against his tummy now as his cock softened and
eventually became so small I couldn't even clasp the tip with my lips.  I
swallowed the last remnants of his discharge, licked the shine from his
little tip and moved myself into his arms, one of my arms resting on his
chest.

   "Nice, ah?"

   "Much better than that.  The most beautiful experience I have ever had.
Thank you." He held me tightly and kissed me so passionately I almost
swooned with dizziness.

   "I loved the feel when you came," I said.  "You can do it that way
whenever you want."

   "But it gave you no pleasure at all," he objected.

   "Au contraire, mon ami," I disagreed.  "It gave me more pleasure than I
could ever describe.  I felt so wonderful knowing that it made you feel so
good.  It did, I know it did."

   "True.  But I also want to give you the kind of arousal that I just
received."

   "But when I have my period...?  This would be good then."

   "Oh yes, among other things."

   "You're a dirty old man," I giggled and kissed him.

   "And you'll learn just how dirty as time goes by.".

   "Such promises.  A girl could just die with anticipation.  Tell me,
Daddy.  Why did you say it was the best you'd ever had?  Tell me about sex
with Patricia."

   "I will, sometime.  Not now, sweetheart." He held me tight and kissed my
forehead.

   "Then tell me about sex with Jonie."

   Chapter Fifteen "You know?  Did she tell you?  Darling, I'm sorry. 
Please don't let that make you upset.  It's just that..."

   "I arranged it, remember?" I said cutting his protests off.  "Everything
that happened that night was arranged by me for you.  To relieve you of the
sexual tensions I knew were building up between us.  What happened
upstairs?"

   "I hope her tale matches mine," he said with trepidation.  "As soon as
we were out of your sight her arm went around my waist and I thought
something was up.  But I thought she was just playing up to me because I
was your father."

   "A teenager's crush?"

   "Yes, just that but it soon changed when I showed her your room.  She
straight away went to your bedside and opened the draw.  Then she held up
your packet of pills and pointed out that you were using them and did I
know.  I mumbled something and she asked whether you used condoms too. 
I've got to say I was thunder struck.  I had no idea what to do or say
until I finally came to your rescue and told her you were a virgin still.
All she did was cast doubts.  Something like, 'Well that's what she tells
her father but is she really?' Or something like that.  Then she stands
straight in front of me and tells me she's not a virgin and hasn't been for
some years."

   "Poor Daddy.  She got you flustered."

   "Worse was to come.  She flopped onto your bed and laid full out with
her legs well apart.  At least her dress covered her but her intentions
were obvious.  And then she said, 'Do you know, Ben, I hardly ever wear
underwear."

   "I'll bet that got you going?"

   "I nearly fainted.  She was teasing and I couldn't do a thing about it.
I thought of leaving but imagined the taunting giggles I would hear and
decided to put up with her games.  Then she asked if I ever peeked in at
you.  No matter how much I denied she kept sniggering that she was sure I
liked to watch you get undressed."

   "And did you?"

   "Well...  yes, I did."

   "Daddy, I'm shocked.  Since when?"

   "Oh, about when your aunt started to go funny."

   "I was only ten then.  You peeked at me in the nude when I was ten years
old?" I looked shocked but my heart was laughing and he saw through me.

   "And you knew as well, don't deny it."

   "That's beside the point," I laughed back at him.  "Anyway what happened
next?"

   "I decided to change scene and walked out calling to her to come on. 
She just browsed around the spare rooms and asked to see my bedroom.  I
knew she wasn't going to let up on me because as soon as she entered she
sat on the edge of the bed and sighed something like 'So this is where it
all happens?' Like a fool I asked what she meant.  `Sex,' she said.  `This
is where I bring my girlfriends.' Then she laid in the middle and told me
she'd like to be one of my girlfriends."

   "I'll bet you thought all your Christmases had come at once."

   "No, all I thought about was you downstairs.  You were my one love, not
this little flirt."

   "So?"

   She simply lifted her skirt, smiled sweetly and said, 'I lied, didn't
I?' because she was wearing underwear.  But not for long.  She just slipped
them down her legs and offered herself to me."

   "And you forgot all about little me downstairs."

   "No.  Well, I suppose so.  What was a man to do?  Some sixteen year old
with her legs wide apart and rubbing herself, telling me to help myself. 
I'm only human, aren't I?"

   "And you jumped on top and went to town?"

   "That's a fair description.  Yes."

   "So what took you so long?"

   "We did it twice."

   "You dirty..."

   "I know I was.  I'm sorry, little one.  There's no way on earth I could
have said no."

   "And what about when she comes back to visit?"

   "You know I wouldn't."

   "She liked what you did to her.  She came both times, she told me and I
promise you, she wouldn't stop you if you had tried again.  My, oh my,
Daddy.  You're a regular sex maniac."

   "And I promise you, I'm all yours."

   "You'd better be.  Let's forget that little tramp for now.  If you have
the opportunity to carry out your greatest sexual fantasy, what would you
do?  You've got to be honest."

   "Ah, ha.  But what if you objected?  What if it was so bad you'd hate me
forever after?"

   "You know I wouldn't."

   "I couldn't take that chance."

   "If it was within my power to assist, you know I'd help you carry it
out."

   "Think carefully, sweetheart before you ask me again."

   "If I show any disgust, any objection at all, I'll give you my bottom
hole this very night to do with, what you will."

   "Alright, I'll tell you, not because of that offer but just to shut you
up." He leaned over me on his elbow, cuddling me with his other arm.  I was
told to close my eyes and listen.

   "Imagine this, little one.  I'm a wealthy man who carries much power in
that wealth.  A woman comes to my door one evening, very pregnant and in
distress.  When shown to my study she falls onto her knees and begs for my
help.  Her husband has been convicted of theft from his work and faces
several years in prison.  The court case has cost them everything, even
their home and she is unable to even pay for the forthcoming birth.  If I
could repay the amount of his theft, the judge would be lenient and he
would be granted immediate parole and so could support the penniless family
once again.  She offers to do anything I ask in return.  I remind her that
anything may be more than she could imagine but she is adamant she would
agree to whatever my terms were if I would help."

   He hesitated for a moment and looked down at me.  "So what do you think
I did?"

   "Probably made her strip and you fucked her.  Do you have a penchant for
pregnant women?"

   "No, just an interest.  Close your eyes again." He continued.

   "I tell her this.  I will give you the money you need without a
requirement to repay...."

   "Oh, you want to be a philanthropist."

   "Be quiet."

   "She does not have to repay but the price of my offer is one that means
a fifty per cent chance of no cost and fifty percent chance of a cost far
greater than she could ever envisage.  She doesn't even think but agrees
instantly."

   "The fool."

   "I then give her one more chance to change her mind and tell her of my
vengeance if she does not abide by her promise if the fifty per cent chance
goes against her.  If she reneges on her promise, she, her husband and
their child would be killed within twenty four hours of her payment falling
due."

   "Are you a gangster?"

   "I will be if you don't shut up."

   "She again agrees immediately and then I tell her that if she agrees
once more, the offer will be binding on her and I would then tell her of
the cost she may have to pay."

   "This is intriguing.  You're getting me all wet in my puss."

   "As I suspect, she agrees again and I tell her to sit down while I
detail my requirement.  If the baby is a boy she has no further payment to
make and may live her life in any way she pleases."

   "Oh, so you want to sacrifice a girl baby to the gods?"

   "Let me finish."

   "She looks rather happy until she realises what I demand if the baby is
a girl.  In that case, she must nurture the girl in isolation, teaching her
absolute obedience to their every wish, chastising and punishing for the
slightest infringement even while giving her a full portion of love.  But
they must make sure she has no contact with other children who may
influence here in worldly ways and her learning process must always be
focused in the ways of a true young English lady of the nineteenth century.
She would have a governess provided to complete those requirements while
the parent's role would be to provide influence in the ways of sex.  She
was to be taught sex is a natural occurrence that they would not hide from
the girl in any way.  Then on the day she gains the age of thirteen years,
she is to be brought to the Priest of this castle, whom incidentally is
myself, whose role would be to change her into a complete woman.  She was
to be taught that her role in life was to become the Priest's acolyte until
such time as the Priest discharged her.  On the given day the woman would
accompany her daughter to my house and remain to take part in the girl's
initiation in any way I require."

   "Now I'm very wet, Daddy.  I can imagine what you have in store."

   "Of course she realises the utter predicament she faces and frantically
tries to change my mind but I remind her of her three promises.  She leaves
a broken woman.  When the money is paid over the next day however she
writes a note to thank me and concedes that her promise would be honoured.
Of course if the baby turns out to be a girl then there is a thirteen-year
wait before she is committed to my care.  No doubt the woman has taken all
that into calculation, possibly hoping the contract would be forgotten by
that time.  Unbeknown to her however, the nurses provided for the birth are
in my employ and I learn one week later that the baby is indeed a girl. 
The woman can't believe her misfortune when a Nanny comes on to the scene
to assist her in the baby's first year.  Then another replaces her for the
next five years.  I receive weekly reports and the woman is left in no
doubt that I am aware of their entire movements."

   "I think I need you to make love to me, Daddy.  For some reason I need
to come, please.  Can you finish your story later?"

   "Well I might," he hesitated.  "I suppose this is our wedding night."

   "You suppose?" I shrieked at him in pretended anger.

   "Come here, you precocious young imp." He nuzzled my breasts and blew
his lips against them making rude noises.  Then stroked, licked and kissed
my nipples until they became so hard they ached.  He pecked me all over
with tiny kisses until my body shivered with desire.  Slapping a breast
quite hard, he told me to turn over and with that began to do the same
things I did to him.  But somehow he knew every erogenous zone in my body.
I suppose being married for twenty years helped him with that.

   He sucked my shoulder blades and kissed the small of my back.  His
thumbs pressed hard into the backs of my thighs and dug deeply into my legs
as he moved down each leg making the muscles jump from the tension.  He
kissed the crease where my bottom cheeks met my thighs and insinuated his
fingers under my panties and diddled my bottom hole.  I thought he might
try and push inside but not this time.

   "Daddy?" I whispered.

   "What is it, sweetheart?"

   "Am I precocious?"

   "You are indeed."

   "Then I should be spanked.  It's naughty.  Spank me please, Daddy.  Hurt
me and make me a good little girl."

   "Don't tempt me."

   "I really mean it.  I want you to hurt me."

   "I've already done that today."

   "Please, Daddy," I pleaded and genuinely wanted him to be forceful.

   "In that case, young lady, stand up," he demanded.

   I held my head down and waited for him to direct me.

   Soon I found myself over his knees and my legs being spread widely, his
hand cupping and rubbing my padded puss.  He folded the top of my panties
down until they wouldn't move further and I knew he had a good expanse of
my bottom cheeks to tenderise.

   Without waiting further he brought his hand down hard.  Very hard and it
hurt.  "This is to teach...," and the second one landed on the other cheek,
"that you cannot...," the third right across the crease so hard that my
body jerked with pain and I cried out, "treat your husband...," he held my
waist firmly as the forth landed harder still and I tried to wriggle away,
cries of pain shooting from my mouth, "with disdain or contempt
without...." The fifth just as hard and my bottom burned with fire,
"feeling the fires of discipline over your...," and the sixth taking my
breath away and stopped the scream of pain for a moment, "tender little
bottom.  Let this be a lesson to you."

   "Oh it hurt so much," I cried genuine tears from the burning pain.

   "But I liked it.  Can you feel me?" He asked with a lilt of laughter.

   "Indeed I can.  You're hard again."

   "Thank you, baby girl," he said, nuzzling my neck and lips as he sat me
up.

   "Will I continue?"

   "Yes please."

   "Then I need you to lay on your back again."

   "It hurts still."

   "You asked for it."

   "Sadist," I hissed as I rolled back onto the bed, lifting my legs to
take pressure off my tortured bottom cheeks.

   "Stay like that," he told me, looking appreciatively as my legs were
held straight up and well parted.  Then he slipped my panties up my legs
and off.

   "I'll be still bleeding, won't I?"

   "Maybe.  Let's see." He gently eased the pad away from my puss and held
it up for me to see.  It was pink but definitely no crimson blotches like
on the sheet.

   "Stay still," he reminded me and laid his face near mine then pushed his
lips against the stained pad.  "It's your virginal blood, darling," he said
then opened his lips and deeply sucked at the discolouration.  "Definitely
not menstrual," he told me as his lips moved to mine.  Then he moved down
and pressed his face into my puss.

   His lips and tongue worshipped me like I have never been worshipped
before.  His arms circled my raised legs and parted the hairs to give him
clear way to the centre of my being.  Oh, how wonderful it felt.  The hurt
within me had all but gone and was now replaced with a growing awareness or
arousal as his lips nipped my clit and his tongue traced the leaves of my
puss.  Harder and harder he diddled my clitoris until I began my pre-come
murmurings.

   "You're so good, Daddy.  It's wonderful.  Please don't stop." And he
didn't.  At least not before a million explosions erupted at the same
moment and sent shudders of relief through my brain, and nervous system. 
Yes indeed, sex with my husband was so good.

   We held each other in the most tender of embraces for what seemed like
forever.  Both completely naked and pressing our bodies together with a
love I could never have imagined.  We slept then and woke late, still
clinging to each other.

   Chapter Sixteen I stirred first and stroked his soft penis until it
firmed then whispered in his ear, "Fuck me, Daddy."

   The little knife edges of pain as his cock pushed past the ruptured
hymen soon dissolved in the pleasure of his lovemaking and we both came
together.  Daddy controlled his discharge very well, I thought.  Oh, yes
sex was better than I could have imagined.  It left me with such wonderful
feelings towards my love and I know he felt just the same way.  We cuddle
very well together.

   He made me wear nothing but a frock when we went walking.

   "I'll bounce," I complained.

   "So what.  All tits bounce but yours are so small nobody will notice. 
Anyway, even if they do jiggle a bit, I want all to see the woman I'm
married to, knowing they don't know you aren't wearing anything
underneath."

   It really didn't worry me because it was warm and the frock wasn't what
you could call transparent, but anybody taking a closer look could see my
nipples, which were always dark.  Of course the pubic thatch was visible
when the breeze pressed my skirt between my legs.  So who cares, I thought.

   "I need to take a pee," I told him after a while and looked around for
toilets.

   "No," he said sternly.

   "What?  Then let's go back."

   "No."

   "I can't hold off much longer.  I need to go," I pleaded.

   We were walking past a small park in front of one of the casinos and he
marched me on to the grass and sat down.

   "Do it here."

   "Here?  Everybody'll see."

   "Lift your dress from under you and do wee wees on the grass."

   "Just like that?"

   "Just like that?"

   "Sure."

   He watched my face while I innocently looked around at the passing crowd
while I watered their grass.  No-one seemed to notice anything strange.

   "It's tickling my puss lips," I complained which made him laugh.  Then
the realisation.  "How do I wipe myself dry?"

   "Let it dry in the wind.  Come on, let's go," he said, getting up.  I
followed and felt a small dribble running down my inner thigh.

   After lunch, we made passionate love again and he made me come at least
twice before he shot off inside my puss.  I was getting the hang of
catching the leaks by now because when I didn't, he made me lay on the wet
spot until it dried.  So by now, as soon as he slid out of me, I would
clamp my hand over the lot and make a rush for the bathroom.  Next time, I
decided, he was going to clean me out with his mouth and tongue.  Why
should it always be me who has to disturb their reverie every time?

   "Daddy?"

   "What?"

   "Other than auntie, me and Jonie, have you fucked anyone else?"

   "Yes."

   "Who?"

   "My first girlfriend.  She wasn't a virgin, goodness knows, I think most
of the guys in final year had at least one go with her.  But in those days
she was a goddess.  Blonde, big tits and a pussy that could swallow you."

   "She was your first?"

   "No, the second.  Your aunt and I were already married before I got the
chance to get into the blonde's pants.  But I remained faithful to Patricia
after that one time."

   "So you cheated on her then?  Tell me about your wedding night with
Patricia."

   "It wasn't as glamorous as our first time, believe me.  We weren't rich
and took a cheap motel for the wedding night.  There was drunks screaming
out right through the night but it didn't deter our ardour.  While I was
showering she had put on some sort of nightie and switched the light out so
when I came back I couldn't even find the bed."

   "But you did eventually?"

   "She called my name and in heading towards the voice I fell on top of
her.  God, it was funny."

   "Were you hard?"

   "As I remember it, a crowbar was softer.  I didn't know much then and
tried to act the macho guy.  Patricia didn't know much more and I think was
scared as hell.  I remember getting tangled in her nightie when I tried to
get it off and finally gave up once I had her pussy clear.  I guess you
could say I was rough.  All I wanted was to get my rocks off at that age,
especially because we hadn't had many sexual encounters since we began
going together.  Just a few brief touches of breast and bottom, I guess. 
Anyway, I just dived between her legs and pushed inside her like a rutting
bull.  When she screamed out from the pain it made me go all the harder.  I
shot my stuff and we didn't even talk about sex again for a week."

   "Gosh, that must have been hard."

   "Believe me.  But I knew it was wisest not to push her any quicker and I
finally won my husband's rights by seduction."

   "I can just imagine Mr.  Smoothie at work," I giggled.

   We couldn't leave each other's bodies alone and stroked and touched
continually.  I especially liked his hands on my breasts because he made
them tingle.  I think his favourite place was his balls.  Every time my
fingertips trailed over that funny sack of testicles he laid back and
moaned appreciatively.  As far as proper sex was concerned, when his cock
was deep inside my puss I felt complete.  It must have been the fullness or
something but I was just as content to have him lay completely still,
filling my sheath with his fat cock without any friction at all.

   I'm sure that was his favourite too but my mouth came a close second. 
When I knelt over him and sucked his cock between my lips his whole being
seemed to reach new heights.  He sure came quickly that way and the
sensations must have been high because he never objected to wasting his
discharges when he deposited them that way.  I liked the feel of his
splatterings inside my mouth as well.  In fact swallowing afterwards wasn't
offensive at all, rather something very personal between us.

   Chapter Seventeen There was one thing we hadn't yet experienced that
kept returning to me time and time again.

   "Daddy, you know you can use my bottom whenever you want to."

   "I've thought of it."

   "And?" I asked with a wry smile.

   "I wasn't sure whether our honeymoon..."

   "Any time is right for me," I encouraged him and saw his penis rise
instantly.  "Ah ha, you do want it don't you?"

   "Yes, I do."

   "What should I do?"

   "Use the toilet then shower.  A hot one."

   When I returned he was holding a tube of something.

   "I'm ready, Daddy."

   "No you're not.  Kneel in the middle of the bed.  Head down and bottom
up."

   "It's just to smooth the way," he explained and I felt the nozzle
pressed against my anus and more cold squeezed inside.

   "I'll do it slowly.  Tell me if I hurt because we might need to move a
little."

   "I'm ready," I said again, wondering deep inside how much pain this was
going to give me.

   He knelt between my legs and his hands cupped my breasts.  It was very
comfortable.  Then he eased himself against my bottom and I felt his hand
guide his cock to my bottom hole.  Just a little push and it felt as though
I wanted to go to the toilet again.  But I realised it was his hard cock
taking the place of the stuff that usually came from there.

   "Is it alright?" He asked with concern.

   "Of course.  It doesn't hurt at all."

   Even when he pressed deeper it didn't hurt and I suddenly realised his
crotch was pushing hard against my bottom.

   "I think you're right inside," I said incredulously.

   "You're right.  Up to the hilt.  Are you sure I'm not hurting, baby?"

   "No, it just feels funny.  Like I want to go to the loo again."

   "Because you're full of me and your body wants to flush it away."

   "Yes, I thought it was that.  Does it feel nice for you?"

   "You're very tight.  I've wondered what this would be like with you. 
Now I know it's going to be very nice."

   "A feast for both of us.  What happens now?"

   "I fuck you're ass, baby.  Press your bottom closed, can you?"

   Now that made it sting a little but when he began to pull out and then
back again the little prickles stopped.

   He was squeezing my tits so hard that they were hurting rather than my
bum.

   "Sodomise me, husband.  You have my full permission.  Take your
pleasure."

   And that he did, moaning and groaning, resting from time to time then
ramming himself home again and again.  His balls slapped loudly against my
pussy every time he thrust himself in but he never seemed to notice.

   "Yes.  Yeeesss, it's great," he hissed with a passion.  I'm glad it was
good for him and my period would obviously be the time for this hole but it
gave me little feeling and no arousal.  But with him enjoying me so much
who could complain?

   He jerked just once and shot his sperm deep inside my bottom.  That in
turn made him grab my tender breasts all the harder and I decided to ask
him to go easier next time.  A little clitoral stimulation wouldn't go
astray either.  But for this time, he heard no complaints from me.  I
wondered if it would seep out like from my puss, but decided it wouldn't.

   He simply went limp as soon as his gushes finished and I flopped onto
the bed with him still firmly in place.

   "You enjoyed that, didn't you?"

   "I want it that way again," he half giggled.  "You've got a very tight
little bum, wife."

   "We'll keep it ready for period time," I suggested.

   "And you.  Was it nice?"

   "Not sexually.  Can I ask you something?"

   "Of course."

   "Could you touch my clit while you're doing it?  And the way you held my
titties, well it hurt a bit."

   "I didn't mean to.  I'm sorry, darling.  You should have told me," he
apologised and pulled himself out then turned me over.

   I was surprised at how clean his soft cock looked.  No stains at all. 
He leaned over and kissed my tits sorry a dozen times.

   "You didn't feel anything?"

   "Well at least it didn't hurt at all," I consoled him then lifted his
floppy cock up in one hand.

   "I should clean him," I said.

   "No, I'll go and wash."

   "No," I said firmly and leaned over his manhood.  With my eyes on his
for as long as I could, I sucked him into my mouth and bathed the
secretions away.  Very bitterish at first but soon that vanished and I had
my little friend as good as new again.

   "I'm sorry but I couldn't do it again just yet," he said shame faced.

   "Is it any wonder?  You must have come at least eight times in less that
twentyfour hours.  That might be a record, I think.  Pity we can't enter it
into Guinness's."

   "I think I'm stuffed," he said laying his face against my breast.

   "I'm the one who's that.  It's still inside you know."

   And so sleep overtook us again.

   Chapter Eighteen "You still haven't finished your fantasy.  Now just
what do we have in store for our thirteen year old sacrificial lamb?"

   "Ah, my fantasy.  Well let's see; she'd just reached her birthday, isn't
that so?"

   "That's right and you're about to have your wicked way with her, you
fiend."

   "Mother and daughter arrive exactly as arranged and I am pleased to see
she is wearing the clothes provided.  But what amazes me more is her action
when she is shown into my study."

   "She whipped them off and stood naked, right?"

   "Wrong."

   "In fact she shows the respect her Priest expects.  She takes one step
ahead of her mother, kneels on one knee, bows her head and says, 'Master."
I leave her in this position and say to her mother, 'You seem to have
trained her well, woman.  If she behaves this way for the rest of her stay
with me you will have completed your task in full.' 'Thank you, sir,' she
curtsies.  I ask the woman if she herself is in her period and she says she
is not."

   "You have a thing about female bleeding, don't you, beloved?"

   "A man is always curious.  Now do you want me to continue or do you just
want to prattle on?"

   "What I'd really like is to have you make love to me but I'll be a
martyr and endure the waiting.  You go ahead and finish, darling.  I'm
waiting for the juicy bits to get you hard again anyway."

   "I move to a large leather armchair and call the girl to stand in front
of me.  She is remarkably beautiful, long blonde hair falling to her
shoulders in wavy curls, large deep blue eyes, alabaster white complexion
and a wide happy innocent smile.  She is slim but not skinny, a little
shorter than her mother but probably average height for her age.  She is
wearing a dress that has neither waist nor belt and falls to just below
her-hip line, very short and very soft.  It seems to float about her body
as a feather in the wind rather than a garment of apparel."

   "Is she wearing knickers?"

   "Be quiet."

   "'What is your name, child?' I ask and she replies, 'Cecile, Master.'
She turns a full circle when I tell her to and I see white panties as the
smock swirls upwards.  Her legs are those of a dancer, slim and well
proportioned, like those of a girl several years older.  Her breasts are
but small swellings on her chest and the urge to reach out and touch them
is strong."

   "I'll bet it is."

   He continued his story without comment.

   "'And you are a virgin, Cecile?' 'I don't understand, Master,' she said
looking flustered.  'You have not allowed a man to violate you're woman's
secret place?' 'Oh, never, Master.  My body is pure.' 'You know what men
and girls do to engage in sex, Cecile?' 'I have watched Father and Mother
coupling, Master.' I look at the mother and she nods her confirmation.  'Do
you think men and girls like to couple, Cecile?' and she nods her
confirmation.  `Oh, I'm sure they do, Master,' she smiles and looks around
at her mother.  'How do you know?' 'My parents do it so often and they say
it is enjoyable.' 'So you've seen them do it more than once?' 'Oh, yes
master,' she tells me innocently.  'Nearly every day.'"

   "This is getting juicy," I said.  "Lay up against the bed-head and
cuddle me.  Stroke my breasts while you talk, Daddy." I laid myself half
over his chest and my left hand magically slipped inside his pyjama pants.

   "I like this," he sighed and then continued with his fantasy.

   "I look at the woman for confirmation and she says that their unit is
only small and has just one bedroom.  The three of them share that, the
daughter in her own bed, which was right beside the parents.  'So you know
what to do to have sex with a man?' 'Of course, Master.' she says surprised
that I should ask.  'You have seen your parents without clothes, Cecile?'
'Oh, yes.  They undress in front of me each night before they have sex.'
'And you do the same?' 'I don't have sex, Master.' `But you undress in
front of them when you retire?' 'I only take my clothes off in front of
Mother, Master.  Father hasn't seen me that way.' 'Never?  Are you sure?'
'Of course, Master.  Mother has always taught me that I must never show
myself undressed to a man.' I look at the woman and ask if this is true,
that the girl has never been seen naked by any man and she says it is
true."

   "I'll bet he peeks, just like you did," I giggled but Daddy disregarded
the interruption.

   "I ask the girl if she thinks I am a man and she replies, 'Oh no,
Master. You're much more than that.  Mother taught me so.' 'I see.  So,
little Cecile, if I am more than a man, I could look upon your unclothed
body?' 'Of course.  Mother says you will do all that is necessary to make
me a woman.' 'And what is required to achieve that?' I ask her.  'Why,
whatever is necessary, Master.  I have been taught that you will show me
all that is required to become a woman and I am to obey your every
command.'"

   "I can feel your cock getting big again, Daddy.  Your evil mind is at
work," I said gently squeezing the end of his monster.

   "I look at her carefully and see the innocence in her face.  'In that
case I will test you, Cecile.  Come' I place my hand behind her neck and
pull her face close to mine.  There is no sign of resistance as I kiss her
gently on the lips.  She smiles at me.  'Lift your mother's dress and
describe what she is wearing underneath, Cecile.' She does so immediately
not looking at her mother for consent and returns to stand between my knees
again.  'She has white panties and a suspender belt, Master.  And white
stockings.' 'Remove all these things, Cecile and bring them to me.' 'Yes,
Master.' She does not hurry, nor does she ask permission of her mother at
all.  Her hands simply slide up the woman's skirt and slip the panties
down. Then she removes her mother's shoes and detaches the stockings. 
Finally, her arms go around her mother and she holds the suspender belt. 
All are placed in my lap.  I look at the woman and say, 'It is wise not to
object.' The woman says nothing but she is blushing.  'What colour is the
hair between your mother's legs, Cecile?' 'Oh,' she says and blushes for
the first time.  'It's...' She looks towards her mother but I speak before
she receives any direction from the woman.  'Woman stand closer.  Now,
Cecile, lift your mother's dress again and show me.' The girl follows my
orders and both are blushing violently which makes my cock jump in
anticipation."

   "I'll say it does," I said.  "Your cock I mean, Daddy.  It jerked just
as you said the words.  Do you want to come again?"

   He sucked breath between his teeth and said, "If you keep doing that, I
will.  Go easy, baby.  I'll lose interest if I come now."

   "Yes, Master," I mimicked.  "You can keep stroking my titties though. 
It's very soothing."

   "I look for a long moment and then into both female's eyes.  If
anything, their faces are redder.  'What do you call the place between your
mother's legs, Cecile?' 'Her pussy, Master.' 'And have you ever touched her
pussy, Cecile?' I look directly at her and she tries to look away but
finally doesn't.  'Yes,' she whispers.  'How often?' 'Oh, quite often,
Master.' She is definitely embarrassed and so is the mother.  'Why?' 'Oh,
must I say?' 'Yes, immediately.  I thought that's what you were taught.'
She falls to one knee and bows her head in shame.  'I'm sorry, Master. 
Please forgive me.' 'Now answer,' I say bringing her back to the point. 
'Oh, I must tell.  It's because she likes me to do it, Master.' I ask the
woman if this is the truth and she nods her head, now heavily bowed with
eyes closed.  'Did your mother teach you how to touch her, Cecile?' 'Yes, I
think so,' the girl answers.  'So it has been happening for a long time?'
'As long as I can remember, Master.' 'Does she touch you in the same way?'
'Oh no, Master, never.  I have been taught that no one is allowed to touch
me there...  On my pussy," she added, blushing just as strongly again.'"

   "So the mother is a lesbian.  This is getting intriguing.  You could
make this into a book," I said and then asked, "Daddy, you feel so big now.
Can I do something to you?  You can finish the story another time."

   "You want to make love again?" He asked incredulously.

   "Yes I do, but what I'd really like is to watch your sperm as it shoots
out of your cock.  It's always been inside my puss or my mouth up to now."

   "So just what do you want to do?"

   "This," I said, sliding down his body.  First I made him naked again and
then resting my arms on his thighs and with my face close to his hard cock,
I licked him, closed my hand around the shaft and began to masturbate him.

   Between the story he was thinking up and what my fingers had been doing
inside his pyjama pants he was very near to ejaculating and I kept urging
him on with naughty words.

   It's funny but every time he has shot off since we were married, his
pelvis has always given me forewarning of his orgasm.  A moment before the
first spurt erupts, his pelvis violently jack-knifes.  It is a real
giveaway and something I'm very pleased about that because it means
surprise should never catch me.

   Right on cue, there was the deep jerk of body and I pointed the tip of
his cock up along his body.  The first splatter hit his chin, so strong was
my husband's climax and the next few splashed along his chest.  It might
have been because my other hand was tickling his balls which are always
sensitive, and I imagined the millions of poor little sperms being shot
into my cervix at a thousand miles an hour.  My husband won't have any
trouble getting me pregnant, I told myself with satisfaction.  Not once we
decide to make babies anyway.

   The last of his orgasm was deposited a little puddle of white goo just
above his pubic hair and it began to run through the crinkly black forest.

   By now, his eyes were closed and I was sure he had fallen asleep.  I
raced into the bathroom and brought a warm face washer back to clean the
mess away then powdered him with my talc.  He smelt beautiful when I laid
my face against his most beautiful soft cock.  That's when he crushed me to
his hairy chest and kissed me hard and long.

   "I love you, little wife," he told me happily.  "You're more sexy than
any woman I've ever known."

   That made me so proud.  He definitely put me above the lovemaking by my
Aunt Patricia.

   "Thank you, Daddy," I purred and let him sleep.

   "Do you know what?"

   "What, darling?" He asked with a wry smile.  I think my innocent
questions made him happy.

   "Now that I'm your wife, it makes me my own Auntie."

   "Yes but don't tell anyone," he replied conspiratorially, with his
finger to his lips to silence me.

   "Not as long as you don't either," I giggled back.

   He began to kiss me all over and finally found his way to my throbbing
puss.  I willingly opened my legs and watched him clamp his lips to my
pleasure zone.  Oh, he was so good.  I was bathed in perspiration by the
time he finished.

   "You came three times," he smiled.  "You're like a sexy bitch in heat."

   "I know, and every time is better than the last," I sighed, the ecstasy
still filtering through me.  "Anyway, I'm only fifteen so I'm allowed to
be. Growing genes and all that."

   "Again?" He asked.

   "No more," I pleaded.  "I'll have a heart attack."

   Chapter Nineteen He was in the shower when I became desperate to pee. 
The door was open and as I tiptoed in, I whispered, "Sorry but I'm bursting
for a pee."

   Before I reached the seat, he had grabbed my arm and pulled me into the
shower with him.

   "Daddy, I've really got to go."

   Still holding me he pushed the shower nozzle to the side and knelt in
front of me.  "You can go now," he said and pressed his face between my
legs.

   I was standing bow-legged and looked down at his head in surprise.  "You
want me to...?"

   "Hmm," he agreed and clamped his mouth over my sex.  He was nodding,
obviously for me to go.  I had never even imagined this as a sex act but he
was sure wanting me to.  And so I did.  I peed into his mouth and had no
doubt he was swallowing most of it.  Then he pulled his face back and let
the golden stream splash all over it, his mouth still wide open.  He stayed
that way until I had finished and then pulled the shower nozzle back to
wash us both.

   But he wasn't finished yet.  He lifted me up and I felt his cock, hard
as a rock again, poking at my puss lips.  I was going to be fucked again.
God, how many times in just two days?  Married life was bliss.

   I clamped my legs around him, heels digging into his buttocks and clung
to his neck with my arms.

   "Go to town, Daddy," I whispered.  "Oh, you're so good."

   He rammed me silly and while I didn't come, he certainly did.  So what
if his sperm ran down the insides of my thighs when he lifted me off his
flaccid cock.  We just showered it away again and he pointed the nozzle,
which was on a long hose, right up inside my puss.  It felt strange but I
suspected that the needle like jets of water would have given me a climax
is he'd kept on.  It wasn't to be however, for he got me out, towelled me
down and patted my backside.  "Go and get your old man a drink, baby. 
You've worn him out again."

   "Did you like drinking my..., you know?"

   "Piss?  It was yours.  Of course I did.  Very sexy actually."

   "I never realised men did that as a sex thing."

   "I'm sure many would like to but they rarely get the chance."

   "Why not?"

   "Because women don't think it's the done thing."

   "Oh.  What about Auntie Pat?"

   "I didn't even try.  Sexy she might have been but that?  No chance in
hell."

   "So you've been dreaming about doing this for years?"

   "Ever since I found out how girls peed, I suppose." He laughed at his
thoughts.  "Anyway it got me hard again."

   "Sure did.  I'll have to remember it.  I suppose the spur of the moment
thing is important too?"

   "You mean, those kinds of things are better not planned?  Yes, that's
true."

   "Would you do it to me?"

   "Pee in your face?  If I could.  The trouble is that as soon as I try,
I'd get an erection and you can't piss with a hard-on."

   "I can."

   "But not men I mean, you little tease.  Besides, you don't get
hard-ons."

   "Do you want to spank me again, Daddy?" I asked him coyly.

   "Many times, but you're off the hook for now."

   "That's not fair," I pouted and kissed his nose.

   Chapter Twenty Except for the half an hour when he made me do wee wees
on the lawn, we hadn't been out of our suite for three days.  We seemed to
be making love or at east titillating each other most of the time.  I
wasn't silly and knew it wouldn't last like that for long but by golly it
was nice while it did last.

   We were laying side by side on the bed, naked as usual, when the
doorbell rang.  "Stay there.  I'll get it," he said bounding off the bed.

   I didn't take much notice until I heard him say, "Just over there will
be right." When I looked around, a bell-hop was wheeling a table of food
in. He got a good look at me and in that instant I had no idea what to do.
There wasn't a sheet or a robe to grab and if there was, he would have seen
everything I had when I reached for it anyway.  I gave up and pressed my
face into the pillow.  At least all he saw was a pair of naked buttocks.

   "Daddy, you're a beast," I screamed at him when the guy left.  I was so
furious I stood up and began to slap his chest.

   He was in hysterics and it made me all the madder.

   "Oh, I hate you," I shouted.  Then he grabbed me in his strong arms,
crushing me to his chest and kissed me furiously.  "When I want to show off
my beautiful wife's tooshie I'll do it any way I like.  Besides, he got a
hard-on.  God, you looked beautiful with your head buried in that pillow."

   "I hate you," I repeated and when he finished kissing me hard again, I
told him, "I love you, too."

   The food was cold before we started dinner, but it was the best of
seafood and hot or cold, it is always nice.  We sucked lobster legs and he
put a scallop in my puss and licked it out.  Sex is so good it sends
shivers all through me.

   "Am I ever going to hear the end of your fantasy?" I asked after we'd
showered again.

   "Come here and I'll continue," he said, holding me in his arms so he
could tweak my breasts at the same time.  "I think we'd just found out that
daughter has been taught to diddle mother but not vice versa."

   "That's right."

   "I ask the girl, 'What happens when you touch her?' 'She cries out,
Master.' 'In agony?' 'Oh no.  I think she likes what I do.' 'Why do you
think that?' 'Because I have to do it for so long and she hums tunes until
she's finished.' I see the woman is weeping but give her no comfort.  'How
do you know she's finished, Cecile?' 'It's when she stops shivering,
Master.' 'Hmm, I see.  Remove her skirt, Cecile.  Let her pussy be seen.'
'Yes, Master,' she agrees instantly and unbuttons the skirt, which drops to
the floor.  She has an abundant thatch of dark brown curls that reaches up
to her navel.  'Do you undress your mother each time you touch her,
Cecile?' 'Oh, no, she's always undressed then, Master.  It's always after
she does sex with Father.' The girl is quite calm as she speaks about the
family intimacies.  I then press the girl for more details.  'So you watch
your parents have sex and then you go to their bed and touch your mother's
pussy?' 'Not exactly, Master.  You see, when Father is finished having sex,
he rolls over and starts snoring.  Then mother gets into my bed and tells
me to do it.' 'As soon as they've finished their lovemaking?' 'Yes.' 'After
she comes back from the bathroom, you mean?' 'No, she doesn't do that.  She
just gets out of bed and I lift the covers for her to lay in my bed.'"

   "I think I know what you're going to ask her next, Daddy?"

   "What, smartie?" He squeezed my tit very hard.

   "Ouch, that hurt," I complained.  "You'll ask about the sperm."

   "Very funny.  I'll continue."

   "I look at the girl and her face says she is not lying.  'Does she tell
you to touch her then?' 'No, I just know that's what she wants.' 'When you
put your fingers on her pussy what do you find?' 'Oh there's lots of
Father's cream.  Sometimes it runs right down her legs.' 'Cream?' 'Yes,
that's what Father put in her pussy when they have sex.' 'Cream from a
jug?' 'No, Master,' he tells me with exasperation.  'Cream that comes from
his sex stick.' 'Oh, the sex stick between his legs?' 'Of course.' 'So
after she's finished shivering, she goes to the bathroom then?' 'No, she
just gets into her own bed, Master.' 'She doesn't wipe the cream away?' 'I
don't think so,' she replies with uncertainty.  I look at the woman and she
is beyond herself with distress.  'Your mother seems upset, Cecile.  I
think she needs you to touch her right now.  Go and remove the rest of her
clothes first.' The girl quickly undoes the blouse and bra leaving the
woman naked in front of me.  Her breasts are firm with just the hint of
drooping.  Her nipples are extremely large."

   "As opposed to mine, I suppose?"

   "You're nipples are just right, my pet.  Don't ever think otherwise," he
said and tweaked each nipple in turn.

   "I tell Cecile to lay on the floor and pretend she is in her bed.  Then
I command the naked woman to lay beside her daughter exactly as she does in
the bedroom.  The woman is on her back, her knees raised, her slit is
facing me and glistening pink.  'Show me how you touch your mother,
Cecile.' 'Like this, Master.' The girl is on her back and slides down until
her hand on the other side can reach her mother's slit.  One finger dips
into the hole and returns straight to the woman's clitoris.  The girl
begins to rub her fingertip over the bud, sometimes changing to two
fingers, sometimes moving sideways then up and down.  From time to time she
dips her finger back into the slot obviously to rewet the finger with the
sperm her father would normally have deposited.  The woman has stopped her
sobbing and begins to hum a tune."

   "That's what I do when I start feeling nice down there," I broke in.

   "And that's nearly all the time."

   "Well, I like sex."

   "So do I, especially with you."

   "Only with me," I stressed.

   "Alright.  So what do I do when Jonie comes visiting again?"

   "You could think of that on our honeymoon?  Daddy!" I cried out
incredulously and turned my head away.

   "I'm just a man after all's said and done."

   "And every man's a bastard."

   "Of course," he agreed smugly.  "Shall I keep going?"

   "Yes, damn you."

   "The girl shows no sign of tiring even though her arm and wrist must be
very sore.  She doesn't smile or show any happiness in her task, just
maintains a steady rhythm over the woman's clit.  Suddenly the woman begins
to hiss between her teeth and to shudder in the paroxysm of orgasm.  She
makes no noise other than a deep groan from between clenched teeth.  As
soon as the woman calms down, the girl takes her hand away, wipes her
fingers on her dress and turns her back on her mother.  The mother stands
up looking the picture of misery.  'Thank you, Cecile.  I now understand
what you mean.  It happens exactly like that every time?' 'Yes, Master.'
'Do you wonder what it feels like?  The feelings your mother has?' 'I do
sometimes, Master.' 'Yet you have never asked her to do it to you?' 'Oh, I
did once but she gave me a spanking.' 'I see.  But you have done it to
yourself, haven't you?' This shocked her.  'How did yo...?' 'How do I know?
I know many things and I need your answer.' 'Oh, I can't...'"

   "Beast," I accused him.

   "'You know you have to tell me the truth.  It is better not to hesitate.
This is the third time and you will suffer if it happens again,' I say in a
menacing voice."

   "Mean villainous beast.  I'm on her side.  It's a girl's private
secret."

   "'I have, Master.  But I don't react the same way Mother does.' 'Why
not?' 'I don't know.  It makes me tingle there and I get frightened so I
stop.' I look at the woman now standing beside her daughter.  'Has she ever
had an orgasm?' 'Not that I've seen or heard, Sir.  I don't think she has.'
'Good,' I say and bring the girl between my knees again."

   "This is where you fuck her, right?" Daddy simply raises an eyebrow and
continues.

   "'You can't become a woman until you feel the sensations your mother
experiences,' I tell the girl.  She looks wide-eyed and smiles.  'I
wondered if you would do it to me, Master,' she confides.  'I may sometime
but until then your mother will be the one.  In my presence of course.' She
looks shocked and turns away.  'Is something wrong?' I ask unmoved.  'My
mother, Master.  She is shamed at being naked.  And of being made to do
things.  Can she go home?' 'And you are not shamed?  She is the one who
exposes herself and your father has sex with her in front of you.  How can
she be ashamed now?' The girl struggles to answer.  'It's true I am not
ashamed in your presence, Master.  I have been taught that I was born to be
your pupil and servant in any way you demand.  But my mother.  She has not
told my father any of what she is doing here.  Only that she is taking me
to boarding school where I will remain for several years.  She has never
undressed for anyone else and has remained faithful to my father.' 'But she
makes you touch her.' 'Because he can't satisfy her, Master.  She has told
me that.'"

   "Typical bloody male," I quipped sarcastically.  "You'd better not
revert to that category."

   He looked at me with shrewd eyes.  "Have I not satisfied you, kitten?"

   "Just make sure you always do.  I've always got Jonie, you know."

   "And if I ever catch you two at it without my permission I'll cut your
tits off, hers too."

   "Yes, Daddy," I replied in a little girl's voice

   "I show no compassion and tell the girl her mother will remain until I
send her away and that I expect her mother to obey me just as she does. 
'Do you know why she isn't satisfied, Cecile?' 'It's something I haven't
asked, Master but it's strange because they are always happy together.'
'Yes, you've said that they make love nearly every night.' 'Yes, that's why
I don't understand.' 'You will one day soon.  Now come closer.  Push
yourself against me.  Harder.' Her groin was pressed against my cock and
she could feel my hardness but never flinched.  'I am going to tell you
things, Cecile and you must remember them all.' 'I will try, Master.'
'Good. The first thing you must remember is that from now on you will call
your pussy your honey pot or your cunt.  Nothing else.  It's a proper name
because once you become a woman, your honey pot will attract men like bears
to a bee hive.' She laughs at my description.  'I like that, Master.  Yes,
my honey pot is just right.  I have heard Father talk about Mother's cunt
but I wasn't sure what it meant.'"

   "You can call mine that too, Daddy.  When ever you dip into it I'll
imagine you're tasting honey."

   "No, to me it will always be a lovely tulip.  When you spread your legs
and open your pussy lips it looks the most lovely glistening tulip flower."
He looked at me strangely and then said, 'Talking of that, get dressed. 
Street clothes, bra panties and suspenders and stockings."

   "We're going out?  Oh, goody."

   "You're going out but not for long." He then spent some time giving me
instructions.

   Chapter Twenty One I walked back into our suite and saw Daddy pointing
his video camera at me but as he had instructed me, I took no notice of him
or the camera.  I certainly did see his long hard cock sticking up in the
air because my dear husband was still naked.

   "Honey, I'm home," I called out but got no reply.  "Darling I hurried
home.  Remember what you promised?  As soon as I came in the door you were
going to make passionate love to me."

   I walked into each room looking more disappointed each moment that he
wasn't there.  "Oh, darn," I said stamping my foot.  "He promised and I was
so looking forward to him sticking his big fat sausage into me.  I really
do need to be screwed, I feel so sexy," I whined to myself, pressing my
hand against my mound.

   Daddy followed me as I went into the bedroom and stood in front of the
mirror.  "If only you were here with me, my husband," I sighed while my
hands stroked my breasts.  "Well I'll just have to do with out you, you
naughty man.  I should make you wait for a whole week before you even get a
sniff, really I should."

   I watched myself in the mirror as I undid my blouse and then the skirt.
I wore a silky bra that smoothed my mounds wonderfully but with the way I
was already aroused, knowing what I was about to do, my nipples made their
mark clearly.  I wore French knickers with wide loose legs that made my
puss look positively naked, even though you couldn't see anything that you
shouldn't.  A suspender belt and matching stockings made me look elegant
and downright sexy.  I turned looked towards the camera, running my hands
over the prominent parts of my beautiful body.  Well, I did look beautiful,
I told myself.  It only needed a flick to release the bra and I let it fall
down my arms, Daddy catching all the action.  I cupped my breasts and felt
the tingling in my nipples as they were stroked.  I closed my eyes in bliss
at the sensations that were building within my loins already.

   Still cupping my breasts and with my head lifted high I walked to the
bed and flopped down, fluffing the pillows so I was half sitting up.  Daddy
had moved closer and was focusing on my puss, waiting patiently for me to
display that secret place now hidden behind a film of silk.  I pressed my
heels back against my bottom cheeks and spread my knees wide.

   Daddy was almost close enough to lick my secrets now, waiting for my
fingers to pull aside the looseness of my knickers.  Slowly I slid my
fingers beneath the leg bands and teased threads of puss hair into view. 
It was very clear, the dark curly hairs against my creamy skin.  I played
with the strands for a moment then brushed the gusset to one side and the
wet pink lips were on view.  I hoped Daddy and I were the only ones who
would see this video tape.  It would sell for millions if it ever fell into
the wrong hands.  Or at least that's what I thought it was worth.

   For the pleasure of the viewer, who of course would be just Daddy and me
I hoped, I gave intermittent moans of pleasure as my fingertips traced the
outline of my puss and then one finger slipped deep inside my vagina.  My
crotch jumped and I moaned with pleasure.  Daddy was moving backwards and
forwards between my widespread puss lips and my face, which was showing the
pleasures I was enjoying, but mostly he was zooming in on what my fingers
were doing.

   Once wet, I withdrew the finger and traced the sharp edges of my labia
before centreing on my now very sensitive clitoris.  "Oh, yes," I moaned
with genuine pleasure.  One hand pulled the hood that covered this
wonderful little nub, up and away, leaving my other hand with the finger
glistening from my own puss juices, to stroke and diddle myself.  I flicked
the little pink lump with my finger nail then pressed the flat of my finger
over it and rubbed until the friction made it actually hot.  Returning
again and again from dipping into the pool of secretions that had built up
inside my sex hole, I never gave my clitoris any rest whatsoever.

   I knew I was reaching my peak when my body began jumping about of it's
own accord, and with each jump, I cried out.  Harder, that's what I must
do, my mind said and my finger answered by rippling my fingertip hard and
fiercely across the sensitive surface of that little love nub.

   "Agh," I cried out, louder and louder, until that pleasure of pleasures
burst deep inside my puss and travelled to the ends of my body.  How can
one describe the most beautiful sensation on Earth?  A woman's orgasm
cannot be described any other way.  Even the camera can't show just how
good it makes a woman feel.  Fire and thunder roar through my head and my
whole body shudders for what seems an eternity, finally dying off slowly to
an inner glow that seems to last for hours.  When my husband brings me off
I have him to cling to for however long and I never lose the feeling of
deep inner peace until we part.  When I practice on my own, the explosion
may be greater but the inner glow fades more quickly.

   For the camera's benefit, rather, Daddy's benefit, I now slide my
knickers off altogether and allow him to explore every glowing crevice of
my sex, even lifting my legs high and wide as a finger presses against the
tight little ring of my anus.  Just half a knuckle inside is more
demonstrative than a whole finger inserted there, I think.  So Daddy has to
be content with that.

   I lay back against the pillows, one finger resting on my clit, the other
hand cupping a breast.  And so my first acting role is complete and I fall
asleep, contented and fulfilled.

   Chapter Twenty Two Daddy continued telling his favourite fantasy.

   "I pull the girl tightly to my groin and explain that her cunt is
another name for her honey pot, one to use in the height of passion.  Then
I ask her, 'Do you feel something, Cecile?' She looks into my eyes and
smiles seriously, 'Yes, Master.  Your man's thing.' 'And you don't mind?'
'Of course not,' she smiles back happily.  My hands drift below the hem of
her short smock and cup the backs of her thighs.  She makes no move to back
away as I stroke her and slowly move my hands upwards until I cup her panty
clad bottom cheeks.  'What do you feel now, Cecile?' I look straight into
her eyes.  `Your touching my bottom, Master.' 'And you don't mind?' 'Of
course not,' she says surprised that I should ask.  I draw her tightly
against my groin once again and stroke my hardness against her several
times.  'What am I doing now, Cecile?' She hesitates for a moment and then
replies, 'I think you're trying to have sex with me, Master.' 'I could only
do that if you removed your panties, don't you think?' 'Yes, I suppose so.
And you would have to undress too.' 'Shall we do that then?' 'Take our
clothes off?' She looked at me with wide surprised eyes.  'Yes.' 'Oh, I
don't...' I begin to massage her bottom and move my hands around her waist
and then over her hips as I stand her side on to me, pressing her hip
against me.  One of my hands then cups her virginal love mound.  'Has
anyone done that to you before, Cecile?' 'Never, Master.  No one has ever
done that to me.' I begin to trace my fingers along her sex slit, the other
hand massaging her bottom again.  'Is it nice?' 'Yes,' she whispers.  My
hand on her bottom moves upwards over her back, naked skin for her smock
lifts easily, being so loose.  She is ticklish and gives a few
self-conscious giggles.  'I'm pleased to feel you have no bra, Cecile. 
Does it feel strange without one?' 'It feels...  sort of nice.  Free.'

   "I know where you're hand's going next," I pipe in.

   "If you're wrong, will you pay a forfeit?"

   "What?"

   "I'll only tell you if you lose."

   "Hmm.  You'll probably say something so out of the ordinary that I
couldn't possibly win."

   "I mightn't.  Take a chance," he dared me.

   "Alright.  I'll pay up if I'm wrong."

   "And you'll tell the truth?"

   "Of course, Daddy."

   "I turn her back towards me and both hands begin to rise.  I watch her
face for sign of losing her nerve but while she has doubts, she doesn't
stop me.  Both hands reach her baby bosoms together and I cup them gently."

   "I win."

   "I thought you might," he laughed then continued.

   "'Well?' I ask the girl.  'You're touching my titties.' 'I am indeed,' I
say feeling her little nipples begin to harden.  'You like it don't you,
even though it's very naughty?' 'It feels so nice, Master.' Just then the
mother returns, wearing a thin robe that has no ties or buttons.  The girl
gasps in surprise that her mother sees what I am doing and looks around to
see her reaction.  I tell the woman to stand close to my side and then say
to Cecile, 'Tell your mother what I am doing.' She makes and involuntary
cry of shock, hesitates then says, 'The Master is stroking my titties,
Mother.' 'Good girl.  Now there is more thing I am going to tell that you
must remember always.  Once you become a woman, all sorts of people, mostly
men but often other women will come to you wanting to taste your honey pot.
Do you understand?' 'Do you mean they will want to have sex like father
does with mother?' She showed no sign of embarrassment.  'Exactly that. 
Good girl.  If they want to feast of your honey, Cecile, you must never
refuse them.' The mother gives a cry of shock and fell to her knees.  'No,
sir, please not that.' I disregard her devastation and continue talking to
the girl.  'Of course you have to be careful that your permission is only
given when you are alone so that no-one overhears your consent, nor sees
the actual act, but I command you now that throughout your whole life, you
must never refuse anyone who wants to sip of your honey.' `Yes, Master, I
hear you.' 'And you will do as I say, always?' 'Yes, Master.  I must.' The
woman cries out unintelligibly again."

   "Imagine what Patricia would have done in the woman's place."

   "I couldn't even begin to know," Daddy said.

   "I tell the woman to stand and listen carefully to my next decree. 
'Cecile, you have just agreed never to refuse anyone of your charms.' 'Yes,
Master.' 'I am obliged to make it very clear that your parents are
especially included as well.  More so because I expect you to make it very
clear to your father that you are available to his needs whenever he
wishes, and your mother also.' 'Oh, Master,' she blanched.  'I have to let
my father do it to me too?' 'Yes, my dear.  When you return home next, you
will simply tell him you would like him to do the same things to you as he
does to your mother.  Remove your clothes and offer yourself; he will take
up your offer, believe me.' For the first time the girl looks horrified and
I make her more shocked when I tell her that before her mother leaves, they
will be making love together every day and enjoying every moment.  The
woman faints and Cecile begins to cry for the first time, but I think it is
at the sight of her mother slumped on the floor rather than what she must
do with her father and mother.  I have made an adequate impression, I
believe."

   "You're every mother's nightmare," I said to Daddy and reached up to
kiss him very wetly.  It makes him randy and I get a quick fuck, the first
time I haven't come since he began sipping from my honey pot, but it wasn't
the time to complain.

   "The woman soon revives when smelling salts are waved past her nose and
I carry her to a bedroom where I leave her with strong tea to revive. 
Cecile follows me to the next room and I leave her saying I will return
shortly.  She does not realise that the large mirror looks directly into
the bedroom where her mother is laying.  I return to the mother who does
not bother to cover her near nudity.  'My words seem to have upset you." I
say.  'I did not know you would take the power you have over my little girl
to such extremes.  You can't mean her to have relations with her father. 
Or me for that matter,' she began sobbing again.  I reach a hand to her
breast and stroke the nipple.  'My dear woman, I meant every word of it. 
You will make sure that your husband does not find it offensive and that he
regularly makes use of her body.' 'I can't, sir.  It's not right.' 'But you
will do it, woman,' I demand, looking darkly at her.  'She will be keeping
a diary of every sexual experience she has and I will read it frequently. I
suggest you touch the girl in his presence and then invite him to join.  It
will be arouse him, I'm sure.' She wails loudly, distraught.  'You seem to
forget woman, that you are under my instructions until I am finished with
the girl and at this time she is bonded to me indefinitely.  Withdraw from
your pledge and you will all quickly suffer the fate I outlined.' 'She is
so young, sir,' she pleads but finds I do not relent.  I tell her, 'Once
she returns home, that is not the end.  I will require her to entertain
various people from time to time and she must gain much experience in
sexual matters.  You and your husband will be her teachers.' 'We are
doomed,' she wails again.  'Only if you if you allow your oath to be
broken. Now spread yourself.  I want to use you.' She stares aghast but
then gives in, laying on her back, knees up and spread widely.  Half way
through our fuck, just as she reaches her peak I tell her of the two-way
mirror.  My weight and my fierce thrusting stop her from escaping until I
ejaculate inside her.  She tells me later that it is the first true orgasm
she has experienced since marrying her husband."

   Chapter Twenty Three "A true blue fucker, aren't you?" I tease him,
remembering our last fuck, which left me unfulfilled for the first time.

   "You ought to know, little kitten," he said with a supercilious grin. 
"You know I've been thinking.  We need a pet at home."

   "Am I not pet enough?" I pouted.

   "Oh, sure you are, but I'm thinking of you, not me."

   "Why?  I've never had pets."

   "I was thinking of a dog.  A large one, a male."

   "You've got an ulterior motive, I can hear it in your voice.  What are
you getting at?"

   "I've read about it but never thought I'd see it, you know.  But now I
will."

   "What?" I looked at him, exasperated.

   "You fucking a beautiful animal.  Letting him get his rocks off."

   "You're joking, aren't you?  It's disgusting.  It makes me sick thinking
of it."

   "It makes me horny.  Look." Indeed, his cock had risen again.

   "No, Definitely not, Daddy.  Not that."

   "You said anything.  You'd do anything I wanted.  Well, I want to see
it."

   "But..." My voice faltered.  "I know I said..." I couldn't think what to
say to discourage him.  "Let's think about it, Daddy."

   "I am," he said seriously, "and I want you to do it."

   "Oh, god.  I never thought..."

   "It would be easy, their cock's not nearly as big, you know."

   "It's not that.  It's..."

   "They say some women do it with horses and donkeys or goats.  Now that
would stretch them to the limit, not a nice friendly..."

   "Wait until we get home, then we can talk about it," I suggested hoping
this nightmare would simply vanish from his mind.  I can see what a dirty
mind he has deep down but I do like most of what he thinks about.

   "Yes, of course.  We couldn't buy the animal here anyway."

   "I didn't..."

   He stood up and grabbed my arm fiercely, forcing me up too.  "Now listen
here," he said brusquely.  "Gotcha!"

   It wasn't until he began to laugh that I realised he really had got me.
Sucked me in like never before.

   "Bastard," I swore at him.  "I thought you were serious.  You didn't
mean any of it at all, did you?' He was still laughing fit to kill himself,
but I noticed he never answered my question.

   He made love to me then and I came several times.  Daddy didn't
ejaculate but his hard-on never softened all afternoon.  God, I love that
man.

   "Of course, we could think of Jonie as our personal pet," he said just
before we dropped off to sleep.  I smiled at the thought but slept soundly.
After all, I had been well fucked.

   "Daddy?" I asked as I woke up next morning.  "Can you try and pee on
me?"

   "Now?"

   "I'd like to feel what it's like."

   "Well, I certainly need to go and for once I'm not hard.  Come on. 
Let's try.  If you don't like it, just stand up in the shower and the rest
can drain away."

   "Oh, goodie," I bounced out of bed.  We were both naked and I turned the
shower on full force to warm up the cubicle.  I knelt in the floor, and
getting the full force until Daddy bent the shower hose to the side.  He
felt warm as I put my hands on his hips to steady myself.  Thankfully, his
cock was very soft and I thought he might be able to do it without getting
randy.  He pointed the head at my chest and almost straight away I felt the
hot urine hit me.

   Then he raised the stream directly onto my face and it splashed all over
the cubicle.  The strong odour was everywhere and I kept my eyes tightly
closed but opened my mouth.  The stream burst inside and almost choked me
when it hit the back of my throat.  The bitter taste was unpleasant but I
swallowed several small mouthfuls to show him I wasn't shocked.  Then I
took the tip from him and began spraying my whole body with it, right down
to my pussy.  The stream began to fade and I clamped my lips over the soft
head to catch the remainder of his discharge.

   He was looking very proud of himself when I stood up smiling.

   "Well, how was it?" He cackled.  I pulled his mouth to mine and quickly
squirted the last bit I had collected, back into his mouth.  He spluttered,
coughed and spat it onto the floor.

   "Oh, shit," he gasped.

   "No, piss," I corrected him and laughed at his shock.

   "I think we'd better wash each other off, don't you?"

   "Well, what did you think of it?" He asked, looking at me as he leaned
his chin on his hand.

   "As a pisser, your good.  As for the piss, I'd rather leave it than
take, but you can do it to me whenever you have the notion to," I told him,
as honestly as I could.  "It was something to be experienced, I'll say that
for it."

   "Not an every day desire though?"

   "Not even a once a year one if I had the choice."

   "What about the reverse?"

   "You mean when you knelt between my legs?" I asked thinking that was
what he meant.

   "Yes."

   "Oh, I'll do that whenever you'd like.  It made me feel sort of...  well
sort of dominating, I suppose."

   "I can understand that.  It's a powerful feeling isn't it?  Probably
would be for the man if the woman was forced into it rather than
complying."

   "Then it would be absolutely devastating, I'm sure.  For the woman that
is."

   "Indeed.  There's probably lots who've gone through that ordeal."

   "Women have been downtrodden since the Garden of Eden," I stated
pompously.

   "But with what's between their legs, if they're smart they can control
any man alive."

   "I damn well hope so," I agreed.

   "I'd do anything to avoid losing my rights to your charms, my dear," my
new husband assured me.

   "I have you in my power," I said with a sinister voice.

   "You certainly do."

   We were fucking again.  Golly, that marble jar was getting filled
quickly.  For the first time I was on top, dictating the speed of our
lovemaking and I felt powerful.  I could sit straight over his cock and
arch my back so he couldn't reach my titties, which he loved to stroke and
tickle as I slid up and down, pivoting on his erection.  It made him moan
with needs for I moved much slower than when he thrust into me.  This way I
could feel my own arousal slowly building and if I went slow enough he
shouldn't come, not in a million years.  Or so I had calculated.

   There was little doubt that daddy dear, wanted much more friction than I
was allowing him, hence his moans of frustration.  Sitting on him like this
I could manipulate my clitoris against his cock and pubic bone too giving
me more pleasures then straight fucking.

   "I like it this way, darling," I purred, straightening my back and
pushing my head backwards as I ran my hands through my hair.

   "Could you go a bit faster?" He pleaded.

   "No, it's better like this, don't you think?"

   "For you maybe.  Faster would be better for me," he suggested in hope.

   "After I've come, darling," I leaned over and kissed while I ground my
puss hard against his pubic hairs.  He grasped my titties and squeezed. 
"Then I'll go as fast as you want."

   "You're driving me mad," he groaned.

   "Good.  That's what we're trying to do for each other, isn't it?"

   "Except my madness is from frustration."

   "Poor dear," I crooned.  "Be patient." But I never speeded up my
movements at all.

   "Why don't you finish the story while you're just laying there?"

   "You'll probably make me come in the middle of the best bit, but O.K. 
Where was I?"

   "You'd just finished fucking the mother while Cecile, bless her little
heart, watched through the two way mirror."

   "Oh, yes," he remembered and began his story once again.  He could have
made a book out of this one fantasy, it was so long.

   "I got off the bed and walk straight into Cecile's room.  My cock has
softened but it is still wet from my discharge.  Cecile is standing in
front of the mirror, still watching her mother.  'You saw me fuck your
mother, Cecile?' 'Yes, Master.' 'Were you shocked?' 'I think so.  It was
strange.  I'd only seen my father do it to her before but she never jumped
around like just now.  It looked like she was crying out but I couldn't
hear.' 'Indeed she was.  Screaming out with pleasure, believe me.' 'She
never did with my father.  It was more like when she made me touch her. 
Then I felt her shiver sometimes.' 'It's you're turn next,' I tell her and
she turns to look at me.  'I know it will hurt.  Mother bit me on the thigh
a few times, really hard and it made me cry out.  She said sex hurt like
that but only the first time.' 'She's a wise woman,' I agreed.  'Hmm. 
Sometimes,' she says without explaining what she means."

   "Come, on, Daddy, get it over with," I pleaded.  "It's distracting you.
You're getting soft."

   "Sorry.  I'll try..." He began to grow almost immediately.

   "I make her stand in front of me.  'Remove your dress, Cecile.' She
doesn't hesitate and lifts it over her head.  I see that her budding little
breasts are larger than I expected but soft and puffy in their undeveloped
state.  I reach out and stroke them.  `And now it's your turn to feel what
it is like to be touched between your legs.  Do you look forward to knowing
how it feels, Cecile?' She blushed beautifully, all the way down to her
breastlets.  `Ye...  Yes, I think so, Master.' `Your mother will show you,
but it will be in my presence,' I tell her.  Her mother gasps and cries
out, "Oh," but objects no further.  Cecile, blushes and looks downward. 
`And then it will be your turn to feel a man's sex spike as you call it,
deep inside your little honey pot.  As your mother says, the hurt soon goes
away.' `Yes, Master,' she says, her face a little paler now.  `But first
you must shower for dinner and then you will receive the rite of
deflowerment.  Wear what is in the top drawer to dinner, my dear.'"

   "It all tak...  takes time.  Phew, you're making me feel good now.  Just
a couple of quick pumps and I'll shoot," he pleaded.  I didn't agree.

   Seeing that I wasn't going to let him come quickly, he continued his
story.

   "Cecile walks to the dining table dressed in a long sleeved white gown,
tied around her waist with a gold cord.  It was not truly seethrough but
each curve and feature of her body could be made out.  'You look
beautiful,' I compliment her and she glows with satisfaction.  Her mother
wears the same gown but without the cord, leaving her breasts and pubic
mound visible as she walks.  She too looks very attractive and smiles when
I compliment her.  We eat a beautifully prepared meal, served with a
selection of fine wines.  Both females chat with me and are comfortable
despite knowing what is to come.  After dinner, they follow me into another
room and see a low leather couch, without a back or arms, more like a
narrow bed.  An ottoman more precisely and in the centre is a small flat
cushion of white silk.  Cecile lays on the bed, the cold of the leather
making her shiver.  The woman stands on one side and rearranges Cecile's
hair and gown while I watch from the other side.  Cecile's eyes are closed
and she looks at peace with herself, despite knowing what is to come.  Her
arms rest by her sides."

   "I just want you to know I have to stop for a moment, Daddy.  If I
don't, I'm going to come."

   "Don't stop.  Please."

   "I'll just go a little bit slower," I teased and gave an up and down
thrust then sat still on top of him.  My movements were almost slow motion
from then on.

   "I undress completely and nod to the woman.  She removes her gown and is
also naked.  She unties the cord around her daughter's waist and lets the
two sides fall over the edges of the bed.  She places the white cushion
under her daughter's bottom.  'She is ready, sir.' My cock is rock hard and
I lean down and kiss her lips, breasts and her sex mound.  'It is time,' I
say so that both can hear and the mother parts her daughter's legs.  Access
is for the taking and I kneel on the couch between her outstretched thighs.
Without waiting, my cock finds the opening and I slide in until Cecile
makes a moaning sound and I feel the blockage I am about to destroy
forever. The mother is holding her daughter's shoulders and begins
whispering soothing words.  I place my hands on her shoulders myself and
gradually increase the pressure of my loins against her hymen.  She writhes
with discomfort and I realise the membrane will not break easily."

   "I know what you mean.  It bloody well wasn't made to break easily, you
silly goose." I was feeling for this imaginary girl as she was about to
receive the shock of her life.

   "Her face is screwed up with pain now and I decide to pull back and
thrust with all my might."

   "That's what you did to me, Daddy.  Are we still in fantasy mode or are
you recounting my loss of virginity?"

   He continues.

   "She knows instinctively what I am about to do and arches her back in
some sort of protection.  But I am stronger of course and this one bruising
thrust destroys Cecile's maidenhead for all time as my aching cock travels
the full length of her sheath and I settle myself on top of her.  The
conqueror."

   "Rapist is more appropriate," I suggested but he doesn't hear.

   "She lies beneath me, gasping for breath from the shock of her ruptured
hymen.  I am stiff as a crowbar and begin to move in and out, something
that obviously hurts for she clenches her teeth but makes no objection. 
The mother is kissing her daughter, not sexually but to calm her.  I hold
the plump baby breasts and squeeze giving her little peace, wanting to
shoot my sperm deep inside the girl's cavity.  I am thrusting hard and
fast, believing it better to finish the task quickly for the girl's sake
when I see a change in her demeanour.  She lifts her head and looks at me,
a strange look changing her whole appearance.  'I...  I feel something,
Ma...  Master.  It's strange.  You're making me feel different.  Oh, don't
stop now, please, do it more.  Oh, oh, oh, I can't stand it, it feels so
good.' Her thighs are shuddering and then her whole body jerks her about,
despite my weight on top of her.  I get so excited knowing I have given the
girl her first orgasm that I can hold no longer.  With an ear piercing
growl my own body jerks and then I spend, a glorious spend deep within her,
depositing what my body wants to use to make babies.  'Arrghhh,' I gasp and
clutch her to me.  We are one.  And that's when I wake up."

   "Ha, ha, very funny, Daddy.  You just happen to have ejaculated inside
me at the same time you were telling that part of the story.  Got worked
up, didn't you?"

   "Bloody hell," he gasped.  "Did I really come.  I never knew.  Phew,
that story really did seem real.  I'm sorry, love.  That's the second time
I've let you down."

   "So you did know about the first one?" I was quite impressed.  "Anyway,
I came this time, while you were still in your ejaculation heaven.  By the
way, I want to fuck this way every time.  I like it the best of all the
ways we've come."

   "Do you now?  It just so happens, I like it this way too.  You get to do
all the work while I lay and enjoy.  I don't mind you taking over, but give
me a change occasionally.  Even this could get boring if we never
experimented."

   "Oh, I like the experimenting bit, Daddy.  You can do that too, whenever
you feel like it."

   "Well, we'd better get ourselves ready," he said trying to dislodge me
from his penis.  This was the worst of being on top.  It's hard for a girl
not to spill his stuff everywhere when she has to lift herself off him, so
it seems I'll need plenty of practice.

   "Why, are we going out?"

   "It's our last night.  I've got a surprise for you."

   "I like surprises," I cried with pleasure and planted a wet kiss on his
lips as I ran to the bathroom, cupping my puss full of sperm.

   Chapter Twenty Four Daddy, with his arm around my waist, walked my up to
the black door and knocked.  There was nothing to say what the place was,
not even a street number.

   "What is this place?" I asked curiously.

   "Be patient and all will be revealed, he said with a smile.

   "If it was still prohibition, I'd say you were taking me to a
speak-easy."

   "You're right about one thing," he said but didn't elaborate, even when
he saw me looking at him questioningly he simply returned the smile.  "I
want you to enjoy the evening, darling.  It will be different but just
remember, I'm with you and you're with me.  No-one else matters and
everyone here tonight has been well rewarded."

   "Now what does that all mean?  You're giving me double talk, aren't
you?"

   "Trust you husband and don't object."

   "Yes, master," I bowed as the door opened and Daddy wheeled me through.
I had trouble seeing anything, it was so dark but while we waited in what I
took to be the foyer, I gradually became aware that we were in some sort of
night club.

   There was a gentle hum of voices and I could make out people sitting
around small tables where waiters hovered, ever eager to serve.  There was
not even room for a dance floor so I assumed we were here for dinner.

   Daddy slipped the maitre'd a large note and our service improved
immediately.  We were shown to a table for two on the far side of the room
and I was a little disappointed that we wouldn't be in the centre somewhere
amongst the hubbub of it all.  Daddy didn't seem to mind that we were
placed to one side as it were so I didn't complain.

   Drinks were served and re-served and I was feeling hungry when the first
course was served over an hour later.  We were both feeling happy in each
other's presence and his eyes never left mine.  I thought we looked like
the proverbial lovebirds that couldn't leave each other alone.  One thing
about the small table, we were almost side by side and I jumped when I felt
a hand on my thigh.  But Daddy just smiled and slid his hand under my skirt
and slowly upwards.  I looked around but it was so dark, no one could have
seen.  In fact everyone could have been feeling up their partners and
no-one would have known.

   "I feel very naughty," I whispered in his ear as I opened my legs to let
him feel further.

   "I feel a pussy," he giggled like a teenager as he slipped several
fingers under the leg of my panties and felt my wetness.  "A very wet
pussy," he added.

   "Well, I can't help it.  You're making me that way."

   "Take them off."

   "What, my panties?"

   "Yes."

   I moved to go to the bathroom but he grabbed my arm and made me sit
back. "Do it here."

   "Take them off in front of everyone?  You're joking.  Aren't you?"

   "No, do it here.  Doesn't it make you feel wicked?"

   "Yes," I smiled and kissed his cheek.  "And sexy." I removed the black
panties as surreptitiously as I could but needn't have worried.  No-one
seemed to take any notice, not even when I handed them to him and he deeply
sniffed in my puss odours.  He laid them on the table and stopped me when I
made a grab for them.

   "Just leave them.  It makes me feel, well powerful."

   "It makes me feel undressed," I stated a little uncomfortably.  More so
when a short time later, for no apparent reason a woman dressed in black,
oldish with a stern face came to Daddy's side and whispered something. 
Daddy nodded and she took my panties and left.

   "Was she mad at them being there?" I asked when Daddy made no objection.

   "No, she must have thought I had left some rubbish or something."

   "Rubbish?  Don't you know they cost you over a hundred dollars?  They're
pure silk."

   "I'll buy you two pairs tomorrow.  Don't concern yourself about them. 
It's nothing."

   He was feeling between my legs again and I cautiously slid my hand over
his thigh and stroked him, very near his erection, for his pants seemed to
be bursting.

   "You'll make me come.  Leave it until we're back in our suite, baby," he
whispered and lifted my hand away.  Needless to say, he never stopped
touching my puss and I was feeling very sexy indeed.

   "Don't make me go all the way, Daddy.  I'll never be able to keep
quiet."

   He just smiled knowingly and kept stroking my now swollen clit.

   "Do you realise we've been here over four hours," I said surprised, "and
I've not seen anyone leave.  It was a wonderful dinner, but I'm sort of
feeling frisky, Daddy dear.  If you get my meaning."

   "You want to get fucked.  I know I can feel the lubrication.  You're
flowing like a river."

   Suddenly what little light there was, was blacked out.  We were in pitch
darkness.  And then, right beside us, a spotlight lit up a stage.  We had a
front row seat for a night club show.

   "Oh, Daddy, this marvellous." I noticed his hand had left me because the
glow from the spot lights made it impossible to continue touching me
without being seen.

   "That stopped you, didn't it, darling," I sniggered.

   "You just wait," was all he said.

   A large wooden chair with a high back and arms was in the spotlight,
nothing else.  Then we could hear cries from the wings and two black clad
men were dragging a protesting woman onto the stage.  In fact a naked woman
except for a mask that covered her whole face, and she was fighting against
them for all she was worth.

   "Be quiet, bitch," one of the men growled and gave her backside a hard
slap which echoed through the room.  She calmed a little and the men tied
her to the chair, kneeling backwards, her armpits resting over the back. 
Her arms were tied to the base of the chair and each leg was made fast to
each of the arms.  She had no choice but to lay against the back of the
chair with her behind pushed prominently outwards.

   One of the men left the stage and the other picked up a strap from the
floor, as if by coincidence.

   "You are here to be punished and punished you will be," she was told
matter of factly.

   Her pleadings were of no use and he drew his arm back and landed a
fierce blow to her naked behind.  The scream was deafening and she bucked,
almost upsetting the chair.

   "Hell," I whispered in astonishment.  "Did you know this was going to
happen?"

   "Be quiet and watch," he replied, one arm around me, gently rubbing my
back.  His eyes were glued to the tortured female.

   She was given ten of the hardest strokes I could have imagined and her
backside was crimson red.  I could only imagine how badly it was hurting.
We were sitting so close that I could see the individual beads of
perspiration forming on her forehead, and hear her almost silent
whimpering. I couldn't believe what began happening next though.  The man
removed his pants to reveal his black body and a huge cock sticking in the
air.

   "I never thought a cock could be that big," I whispered, more to myself
than Daddy, and he didn't reply.

   Just as he penetrated her amid squeals of protest and violent threats
from the woman, the woman in black had returned to our table.

   "Would you come with me, Madam."

   I looked at Daddy but he was glued to the scene on stage and gave no
indication he was aware of me half standing.

   "Please, Madam," the woman insisted.  I thought it was about the
panties. Was she going to reprimand me or something?  Daddy never looked my
way at all and the woman put her hand on my back to urge me to obey.  She
looked so severe, almost daring me not to object.  I followed her from the
room.

   As we walked to what I thought was the back of the building, she spoke.
"Do you want to please your husband?"

   "Yes, of course I do," I replied truthfully.

   "Then you will do exactly what I tell you," she said as she walked into
a small side room.  "Remove all your clothes and put these back on." She
handed me back my panties.

   "What...?"

   "Just do as I say," she said firmly and watched as I made myself naked.
She made no move to touch me and as soon as my panties were in place, she
produced a full face mask and fastened it firmly.

   "Oh, my god.  You're going..."

   "You are doing this for your husband.  Remember that, and that only."

   "I'm not going to go on show," I objected.

   "Come with me," she said, not listening to anything I said.

   I was walked onto the stage where the single chair still stood I felt
relieved to see the curtain had fallen.  The woman told me to sit and began
to strap my arms to the arms of the chair.  She reminded me that no-one
except my husband knew who I was and that this was for his pleasure only.
"No-one can see beneath the mask.  You are completely anonymous."

   I tried to keep my legs closed but she forced them apart as she tied my
knees and then ankles to the sides.  I was widely spread but at least I
still wore my panties.

   "Are you sure he agreed to this?" I asked in a small unconvincing voice
but she made no answer.  I was finally left alone in the dark but only
after moving the chair closer to the front and more straight on so anyone
could look right into the vee of my legs.

   Suddenly it seemed that all the lighting was switched on at once and I
blinked from the brightness.  Then I realised the curtain was opening.

   Straight in front of me was my husband, not two metres away and almost
leering at what he saw.  There were many more eyes watching too, seeing my
helplessness and probably drooling at my naked breasts.  I could see a few
in the blackness of the crowd but my eyes were for my husband only.  What
was he thinking?  How could he have let the woman put me in this
predicament?  What was going to happen to me?  Both right now and later
when I returned to his side?  How could I face him then?

   My reverie was soon broken when a loud voice spoke from behind me.

   "So, white girl.  I have you at last," it said in an evil tone.  "I have
waited so long and now I'm going to take my just reward." There were hoots
and whistles from the audience but I still couldn't see who was speaking.
And when he did come into sight, I'd wished I hadn't seen him at all.

   He was big and black and totally naked.  With the hugest erection I have
ever seen.  Not even those magazines Daddy bought showed anything of the
size this man displayed as he pranced around the stage.  More than that, he
pranced around while he masturbated himself, using both hands.  One held
the erection straight out in front of him while the other slid back and
forth over the huge head and stem.  His large hands were just able to close
around the monstrosity, it was so big.

   I cried out in fright and it was genuine but the crowd seemed to love it
because they shouted out encouragements to him.  How could I have let
myself into this?  It was beyond anything I had ever imagined.  And on my
honeymoon?

   Daddy seemed to be entranced at the spectacle, not joining with the
shouting audience but certainly not showing any sort of discomfort at how
his new wife was being treated.

   The black man came close to the chair and started teasing.  "What do you
think of this, baby?  Do you want it?  Want to feel it, Whitey?" The crowd
loved it especially when he began to rub his erection against my nipple. 
"Would you look at that," he shouted with glee.  "Look what my cock does to
the white bitch's nipples.  They're hard as telegraph poles." He flicked
each nipple with his fingers and I could almost hear them go twang.

   Despite my hating the position I was in, I knew I was getting hot. 
Sexually hot and I felt the wetness between my legs.  Thank goodness the
woman left my panties on.  At least my puss will stay my own secret but it
was not to be.

   As he jiggled his cock, he kept prancing around the stage, urging the
crowd to react, to want more.

   "What's this, honey babe?" He shrieked when he stood straight in front
of me, almost between my widely spread legs.  "Who told you to wear these?"
Then to the crowd he screamed, "We don't want these frillies hiding our
view, do we?"

   The reaction was obvious and the hardest thing for me to accept was that
my own husband was the first to jump up and shout, "Take them off."

   "Take them off?  Is that what you want?" The black man asked the crowd
with a whine.

   The noise was deafening and certainly in the affirmative.

   "We don't want her to take them off," he stated.  "She might get away
and I've waited so long for what she's got to offer.  There's a better
way."

   As with the last girl, the man knelt beside my chair but this time
picked up a large fearsome knife.  Pointed and very sharp I imagined.  He
was playing to the crowd now and wiped the blade against my breasts and
across my neck.  I squealed with fright but that only brought derision.  In
the back of my mind I was telling myself it was only sexual, they wouldn't
let anything bad happen to me.  But who were they?  And what if they wanted
exactly that?  There was no way I could stop them in the predicament I was
in.

   Then he lowered the knife and I felt the cold steel stroke my stomach
and then, very quickly, he ran the blade under the elastic waistband and
slashed upwards.  One side of my panties gave way as though they were made
of tissue paper.  The scream of fright came from my own lips, I realised.
Another slash and the other side was torn apart, leaving my crotch covered
with a bit of torn silk that just rested over my puss.

   They were screaming for my nakedness, almost out of control, I thought.
"I can do the rest," the man told them and began to pull what was left of
my hundred dollar knickers up between my legs.  He was strong for the cloth
slid under my bottom, between my legs and past my puss as easy as taking a
handkerchief from one's pocket.

   A roar began the moment my vagina, in all it's pink glistening glory,
was exposed.  The black man turned to his audience, masturbated all the
faster and shouted, "Now that's what I call a cunt.  And it's wet and
ready. I knew the little lady wanted me."

   He came closer as though he was going to stick himself straight up me, a
feat I thought impossible as my bottom was sitting back from the edge of
the chair.  Instead he made the motions of starting to fuck but whispered
so that only I could hear.  "Squeal again, loud, as if you're getting
raped."

   I did so and the crowd went berserk.  Even Daddy was shouting something
that I couldn't understand but it was certainly approval rather than
concern for my chastity.  I began to wonder if this was the end of our so
called marriage, so much was he enjoying my degradation.

   The man pulled himself back as though withdrawing from my puss and cried
his pleasure to the masses.  "This baby wants my spunk.  She wants me to
shoot everything I've got, doesn't she?"

   They all agreed and he began prancing again, still stroking himself with
those huge hands.  "And I'm going to give it to her.  Yes, man, she's gonna
get it real soon." He was rubbing himself with abandon now, pointing his
tool straight at me all the time he was moving around me.



   Then his body stiffened and he shouted, "Take it all, white bitch," and
began to ejaculate, straight at me.  Splash after splash landed all over me
from the mask, my breasts, down my stomach and even onto my puss and
thighs. It was a literal drenching and he never missed showering me with
even one of his spurtings.  A well practiced sexual athlete, I thought to
myself some days later as I recounted the most frightening time of my life.

   As his last splashes landed the whole room turned black and I heard the
curtain closing.

   Immediately the woman was at my side releasing me and wiping me down
with warm wet towels.  She washed me several times while I stood still on
that stage, only she and me together.  I never saw what happened to the
black man.  Finally she dried me off with something soft and patted my
front with a large powder puff that smelled beautiful.  Neither of us spoke
until she took my hand and told me to come with her.  In a small room
nearby, she helped me dress, everything but panties which were still on the
floor of the stage for all I knew.

   "My husband...," I stammered.  "I want to go to him."

   "Just follow me," she said and hurried deeper back into the building.

   "No," I cried.  "He's inside." But she half forced me to come with her
and I wasn't in a fighting mood by now.  She opened a door and pushed me
through, closing it immediately before I could turn back.  It was an alley,
filthy and black.

   Before I could even find my bearings, a hand grabbed my arm and man's
voice whispered harshly, "Don't speak, come." He dragged me along and
straight into a cab.

   The driver looked around when he heard me gasp an objection but the man
growled the name of a hotel and the driver took off.  In the brighter
lights of the main street I looked at my abductor and then slumped against
him.  "Daddy," I gasped with surprise and instantly knew I was safe. 
"Daddy I..."

   "Don't say anything.  And for goodness sake, sit still," he whispered
sharply.  I did all that, and then realised his hand was still holding me
so tightly it hurt.  His breathing was fast and loud like a wild animal
anticipating a kill.

   He rushed me into the lobby and up to our floor, stopping me when I
tried to explain once more.  His hand was shaking when he tried to open the
door and I finally put my hand over his to steady him.  As soon as we were
inside and the door was closed he demanded that I strip and I was so
surprised at the agitation he was showing.  Had my display upset him so
much?  And yet it was because of him that I ended up as the centre stage
attraction.

   Before I realised what was happening, he sat on the corner of the bed
and dragged me across his knees, my bottom in the appropriate place to be
spanked.  Without another word he began to pound my bottom with all the
force he could, his breath coming fast and raspy.

   "I'm sorry, darling.  I..."

   "Be quiet," he almost screamed in a fierce whisper, beating his hand
down hard and causing me intense pain.  All I could do was blubber, sobbing
hopelessly for making him hate me so, while I felt I was the innocent
victim.  In more ways than one.  Why couldn't he understand that it was
him, not me that caused me to display my secrets to that hooting crowd?

   Then as suddenly as it started, my spanking stopped but I found myself
upended onto the bed and sprawled on my hands and knees.  His cock was
inside me in an instant and he began the most horrific lovemaking I had
ever felt from him.  He was ramming himself home ferociously, thumping his
groin against my behind so hard I could hardly remain kneeling, and he kept
the rhythm up for so long that I eventually began to feel a sexual arousal
growing deep inside.

   It was nothing like our usual climaxes that sort of crept up on me and
lingered around my puss for several minutes before I felt the real urge to
explode inside.  This one grew from nothing and within seconds, it seemed,
I felt the shaking deep inside that told me I was about to climax.  Just
seconds after the feelings began.

   Daddy was growling obscenities at me, telling me to come, reminding me
of the black man.  Wasn't he as good as my rapist?  He could shoot a lot
better than him.

   His hands were squeezing my breasts with such force that I knew I would
have bruises there for several days.  Why was he treating me like this?

   I came with a cry of anguish because I didn't want to make love like
this.  My orgasm came and vanished so quickly I wondered if it wasn't all
in my mind, but my shuddering seemed to go on for much longer.  As soon as
he felt me climaxing, he did so too, holding me fast while he shot wad
after wad of semen into my vagina.

   As soon as he had expelled the last surge of his sperm, he fell with his
full weight on top of me which made me collapse as well.  He laid there for
some minutes and then began laughing, quietly at first, growing louder
until finally, his belly laughs rocked the whole bed, me underneath him
taking the full force of his weight.

   He then calmed down and his hands were gentle again, stroking my face
and hair, kissing my neck.

   I remained perfectly still not knowing what was going through his mind.
Was he mad?  Would he do me harm?  No, not Daddy, he loved me, didn't he?

   "I'm sorry, darling," he whispered as he rolled off and laid beside me
in his back.  "I never felt like that in my entire life."

   "Daddy, I'm sorry..."

   "Don't apologise, baby.  It's not you but me who needs to do that."

   "I don't understand," I told him, still numb from the shock of his
lovemaking.

   "It's something I've dreamed about ever since I visited that place after
your aunt died.  I never thought I would ever have someone I could offer up
like I did with you."

   "You knew about that place all along?" I must have looked shocked for he
became very serious.

   "Darling, I'm so sorry but I couldn't tell you beforehand.  That would
have taken away the thrill of giving you up.  You would have gone because
you knew I wanted you to.  This way, you had no idea that you were set up
from the start and your cries when you were on stage were nothing short of
magic for me.  To the others who looked on you were just another female
made to do things that aroused them.  To me, you were doing it only for
me."

   "That's how I felt too," I told him.  "When I saw you looking at me I
knew only you and I knew who I was.  To everyone else I was simply an
anonymous pair of tits and puss."

   "Did you think that?  It's amazing."

   "But why did you rape me just now?"

   "It wasn't rape, sweetheart.  I was so worked up I could have come a
dozen times after I grabbed you in the alley.  If you had started to speak,
I couldn't have stopped myself from coming.  That's why I was so agitated.
I wanted your body so much that I was bursting."

   "You could have had good sex with me but you beat me."

   "To make it all the worse for me.  You were jumping around on my cock so
much the temptation to shoot was increased tenfold.  When I finally entered
you I still had to make you come first.  Once that was done, I could come."

   "And you did."

   "Yes.  A lot of sperm from the wet patch on the sheet," he observed.  He
was right.  It was the most sperm he had produced at one time in all the
sex we had done so far.

   "And how do you feel now?" I asked matter of factly.

   "It was great while it lasted, darling," he said.  "But I'm sorry I got
so carried away after you left that place.  I'm really sorry, darling. 
Please forgive me."

   "At first, when I found myself the centre attraction, I thought they had
tricked me themselves but when I saw the look on your face when my puss was
exposed, I thought you might have been trying to get rid of me.  The last
meanness of a relationship or something.  Then when you treated me so
roughly, I was sure of it.  It felt terrible.  Even my climax was a let
down.  I knew I hadn't done anything wrong and yet I seemed the victim."

   "It wasn't fair, I know that," he agreed.  "But if you could only have
felt how much I was aroused from the time those curtains opened, you would
have agreed to see the act through to it's conclusion.  I felt king of the
world."

   "And now?"

   "I feel a dope."

   "Humble and sorry?"

   "Yes, definitely that, and remorseful."

   "Good, then I accept your apology.  Now you can make love to me again
but this time you get to lay on the wet spot."

   I pushed him down and straddled his thighs, sperm still dripping from my
vagina.

   "At least you'll slip in easily," I smiled as my vulva was opened by his
still hard cock.  "Don't you dare come until I do."

   "I hope not.  Thump away, my good woman," he called out with happiness.

   By the time I had orgasmed again and then he took his pleasure, it was
nearly two in the morning.  We were both in love again and I never let him
slip out of my puss until most of his second emission had drained between
his thighs and over the already wet, wet spot.  He never even noticed.

   Chapter Twenty Five Some days later, after we returned home I broached
the subject of moving away.

   "It won't take some people long to work out we're being more than uncle
and niece," I said.  "And what about my school friends?  I see them
regularly and especially Jonie who I know wants to visit you again."

   "Does she now?  Well shouldn't you invite her?"

   "Daddy!" I screamed at him in frustration.  "You haven't heard a word
I've said."

   "Yes I have, dearest.  And you're right.  The moment someone thinks
there's more to our relationship than we are making out it will spread.  It
wouldn't do for my employees to hear of that kind of whisper.  I'd hate to
think how George Murfitt would use that kind of information."

   "Who's he?"

   "One of my board members and the second biggest stock holder after me.
He's been jealous of me for some twenty years, ever since I began to climb
the ladder faster than him and ended up acquiring the previous chairman's
share holding on very favourable terms.  He's always trying to play the
one-upmanship game but usually ends up with egg on his face.  If he could
gain the holding of even one of the other larger shareholders he could be
in a position to challenge me for the chairmanship.  That means I would
lose control the company and my position eventually could be manipulated."

   "You'd go broke?  Gosh."

   "Well, not so much broke, but I could lose the right to guide the
Company in the way I want it to go.  If he ever got the chairmanship, and
he could by manipulating some of the smaller holders, he could do anything
and I have no faith at all in his management skills."

   "So we'd better start doing something then?"

   "Yes.  I'll get someone on to it tomorrow."

   "Oh, I'm so glad.  I wouldn't want anything to come between us now,
Daddy.  I'm so happy."

   "Me too, sweet one," he said, kissing me with urgency.  "Make love to
me."

   "My period's come, Daddy."

   "So?"

   "So...," I looked at him questioningly.  "So, my puss is bleeding.  I
have a sanitary pad on."

   "Take it off and make love to me, darling."

   "Do you mean it?  You want me to sit on top of you like this?"

   "The longer you take, the more I need it."

   "Then let's wait for a few days.  Then you'll be desperate and you'll
make me come better still."

   "Don't mess around with a man who needs to fuck.  Fuck me, wife." He
looked at me with an expression that said 'or else'.

   "I suppose you want to watch?"

   "Why not?"

   I slipped out of bed and removed my nightie along with the white cotton
panties I always wore during menstruation.  The pad remained in place and I
slowly pealed it away letting him see the dark red stain.  "I'm going to
shower.  I'll be back soon."

   "No, I want you now."

   "No you don't," I responded and bolted for the bathroom.  A little wait
while I washed the stains and odour away would make our sex a lot better I
told myself, no matter what the mess was like in the end.

   When I returned he was starkers and holding his erection so that it
pointed straight up to the ceiling.

   "Ride 'em cowgirl," he called out with a he-ha to finish.

   I had put some gel on my puss so he slipped in easily and I began to
move up and down on his cock very slowly.  My arousal was always high
during the first few days of my period and I began to feel the tingling
almost immediately.

   "Oh it's good, Daddy.  I love making love to you." I arched my back to
press my clitoris tighter against him and continued my slow movements.  It
seemed to be that this made him all the more sensitive too and before long,
well before I was ready even though I was quite aroused already, he shot
his load of sperm up into my vagina.

   It was like riding a wild bronco for those few seconds that he
ejaculated, his body jumping all over the place and I had to lay along his
body so I wouldn't fall off him.  When he quietened down, I reminded him
that I still hadn't climaxed and expected him to keep his erection hard.

   "I'll try.  Just do it fast, alright?"

   So with sperm literally splashing out as I thumped myself up and down on
his cock, I eventually achieved my own pleasure.  I laid along him again
until the deep soothing effects of his lovemaking began to fade away.  Then
I pulled myself along his body, imagining the pink trail I must be leaving
behind me as my puss slid over his stomach and chest.

   "Are you ready to kiss me properly, Daddy?" I said sitting up on his
chest and looking straight down into his eyes, with my puss almost pressing
into his chin.  He looked up at me, wondering what I was going to do.

   "You're not...?"

   "What?"

   "Going to put your...?"

   "What?" I smiled down at him.

   "You're going to put your pussy over my mouth, aren't you?"

   "Is that what you'd like?"

   "I'm not sure."

   "Then make up your mind."

   "Couldn't you just roll over and let me nibble your clit?"

   "Yes, but there are other options."

   "I know."

   "So?"

   "Alright, stamp me," he agreed.  I had to laugh, it was so funny. 
Almost like getting an elephant stamp for good behaviour.

   "That's very good, Daddy.  Here's you're stamp for good behaviour."

   I lifted my knees and lowered my puss onto his mouth.  I knew my shower
and his lovemaking would have stopped most of the flow but of course he
wouldn't know that.  He didn't even try to use is tongue on my vagina but
concentrated on worrying my clitoris with his lips.  It was so good and I
soon had to rest my arms on the pillow as another orgasm began to rage
inside me.  I know he was pleased I came so quickly and as soon as he
could, he rolled me off.

   There was almost no pink in the sperm that had trailed along his
stomach, or in the pool of froth on his pubic hair.

   "You little devil, you don't have your period at all, do you?" He was
about to slap my butt when I reminded him of the pad I had taken off.  "Oh
yes, that's right.  So how come...?"

   "I washed myself clean before you got the chance, darling," I said
snuggling up in his arms.  "But it won't take long to come back again."

   "Then you'd better replace it," he said, sitting up and almost dumping
me.

   "Anything for a bit of peace," I agreed begrudgingly and put fresh pad
and panties on.  "But you've got to cuddle me now, until we go to sleep," I
demanded.

   "You've got it, baby," he readily agreed, holding his arms out for me.



   * * * * *

   We moved away three months later.  To another city, accessible by a
quick forty- five-minute flight for Ben to return to his office whenever
the need arose.  The house we chose was nestled between forests of trees
and a huge brick wall that only the best of burglars, or the stupidest, I
guess, would think of tackling.  If they ever tried, the security systems
would pick them up before they got anywhere near the house and it made me
feel very safe.

   I was happy to be away from everyone and I wrote to my closest friends
telling them I would have them here once we had settled in properly.  Ben
had taken care of everything and on the very first night of moving in,
instead of having to unpack dozens of boxes of household stuff, it had all
been completed by the movers and we spent our first evening naked in bed
and satiated from lovemaking.

   "I think you like my head jobs the best," I suggested after he had
climaxed for the third time.

   "It's the ease with which you do it, baby.  I don't have to do a thing
but enjoy it."

   "Well I'm only paying you back for all the wonderful feelings you've
given me.  I love your tongue on my puss too, darling," I smiled at him. 
We were both in a state of semi delirium after a series of orgasms each.

   Chapter Twenty Six He called me from his office and I felt the note of
trouble immediately.

   "Can you catch a flight up here as soon as you can, dear.  I...  I have
some trouble."

   "What is it, darling?  Are you alright?" I was frantic, not knowing what
he might have suffered.

   "No, it's not my health.  But I need to talk with you before this
evening.  Can you come?"

   "Yes, of course.  I'll leave for the airport right away." He told me he
loved me and not to worry.

   A car and driver was waiting for me holding a sign with my name on it.
He led me to the car and Daddy was sitting in the back seat.  As soon as we
took off, he gave the driver instructions and then turned the intercom off.

   "Remember I told you about George Murfitt, baby?"

   "No, I don't think so.  Who is he?"

   "The man who could make life the most difficult for me, one of the
directors."

   "Oh, him?  Yes, of course I remember.  Has he started something?"

   "Yes and no.  He's started making overtures to some of the smaller
shareholders and no he hasn't started any takeover yet.  But by asking the
smaller holders for their votes, he has caused some of my colleagues to
band together to protect my position.  That he doesn't know yet and I want
to keep him from knowing."

   "Well, that's good isn't it?"

   "Yes, except if he learns of my intentions before I have it all wrapped
up he will increase his bid and some of my so called friends could very
well change sides."

   "How long will it take?"

   "I should be finished by Monday at the latest."

   "It's Thursday now.  That means another four days.  Can't you do it
secretively?"

   "I hope to but if he gets the faintest sniff of what I'm doing he'll
make his move too."

   "Can you send him on a wild goose chase or something?  You know, a
special sales pitch or something?"

   "If only.  No, what's needed is for him to get sidetracked with
something that'll take his interest away from the Company for a while.  But
what and how?"

   "Good questions.  What are his interests?"

   "I really don't know.  The only thing I've noticed apart from his wish
to take control of my company is his womanising."

   "Why don't you invite him to dinner tonight?"

   "Call the enemy and placate him?"

   "Not placate, trick him."

   "How?"

   I thought for a long moment and then looked Daddy squarely in the eyes.
"Now please listen until I've finished.  Promise?"

   "Alright."

   "The most important thing in our lives is our love for each other. 
Right?"

   "Of course."

   "But if you lose the company, you might lose the ability to live as we
want to, isn't that true?  I mean there won't be the same kind of money any
more."

   "Yes, that's probably true."

   "Then I want both of us to make a sacrifice to ensure you gain full
control.  If we could distract him until Monday with my body..." I looked
intensely into his eyes."

   "What?" He exploded.  "No, never."

   "For just one weekend, then you'll never have to worry again.  He'll be
finished.  I could keep him occupied and with a little luck, keep him out
of my panties as well."

   "I can't let you do that.  Anything but that."

   "Anything but that could mean you losing control," I prodded, adding,
"forever."

   "But how...?"

   "Invite him to dinner to discuss business.  While you're out of the
room, I'll tell him I know about his challenge and tell him I'll do
anything to help you retain control.  If he's the sleazebag you think he
is, it'll probably be the first time anyone's made an offer like that. 
He'll take it hook, line and sinker."

   "Not him.  He's too smart.  He'll smell a rat."

   "Not the way I plan to catch him.  I'll be little miss innocent who
would do anything to help my new husband.  He'll demand lots and I'll give
little as long as he's kept busy until Monday."

   "He might turn nasty."

   "Not if I play him right."

   "You're too young for this kind of intrigue, sweetheart," he kissed me.
"Lets just forget it and hope he doesn't find out." But I could see he was
still thinking about my suggestion.

   "It would work, Daddy.  I know it would."

   "I'd kill myself if anything happened to you."

   "And after it's all over you will have manoeuvred him out of his
challenge.  Or at least we both will have," I smiled slyly, nodding my head
in acceptance.

   He picked up the phone and Mr.  George Murfitt accepted on the spot. 
"He thinks he's got me on the run," Daddy said with a smile.

   * * * * *

   "Well, well, I heard you'd taken a new wife, Falconer but I never knew
what a pretty little thing she was," he oozed forth as he took my hand at
the door.  "And so young.  You're a lucky bastard."

   "Ha, ha, looks can be deceiving, Mr.  Murfitt," I smiled back.

   "You're a lucky man, Falconer.  You'll need to watch his heart, my dear.
Young women can cause problems with older men's tickers." We all took in
his double meaning.

   "If you're concerned at my husband's fitness, Mr.  Murfitt, have no
concern on that score.  He is a very fit and virile man."

   "I'm sure he is, my dear," he said, still holding my hand as Daddy led
the way into the living room.

   I wore a simple blouse and skirt and made sure he would see plenty of
what little cleavage I possessed.  The greasy slug couldn't take his eyes
off my titties and I'm sure he liked to see me squirm under his gaze.  He
made no apology as he looked directly into my neckline and found myself
blushing which caused him to smile to himself.

   Daddy acted as if nothing was happening and we chatted for some time
over wine until the dinner bell was rung.  "Ah, there's dinner.  Accompany
our guest, my dear, while I speak to the caterer."

   "You look divine, Mrs.  Falconer.  I'm very envious of your husband.  So
young and such a figure; it gives me goose bumps just thinking about you
and him in..."

   "My husband is a very good man, Mr.  Murfitt," I cut in before he had
time to make his insinuations more detailed.  "Have you worked with him for
long?"

   "Worked?  Oh, that.  Yes, a few years.  I inherited my shares from his
original partner, my uncle."

   Daddy returned and we were seated around a small round table in the
corner of the dining room overlooking our garden.

   "Very intimate, I must say," the slug said suggestively.

   "It's a delightful spot," Daddy agreed.  "We sit here often."

   "I'll bet you do," the slug replied his eyes still on the valley between
my breasts.  "When you're not in bed, that is."

   "Oh, no.  We can't see down here from the bedroom," Daddy replied, being
the original cuckold.

   "I suppose there is other scenery to look at then," the slug continued.

   "Oh, only towards..."

   "Darling, you must have business to discuss," I interrupted.  "Go ahead,
don't mind me."

   "Oh, yes, you're right as usual." he agreed with a smile.  "Well,
George, it was good of you to come at such short notice.  I really wanted
to discuss this shareholding thing with you.  A darn bore really, don't you
think?"

   "It's simply a matter of who has the strength.  That's what business is
all about," the slug stated in a dominating arrogance.  "You may have the
power at present but don't be surprised if some of your fellow directors
don't begin to see it my way in the next month or so."

   "But I am the chairman," Daddy blustered, as though he had never thought
of the slug's claim on his leadership.

   "It's a minority holding even so," the slug countered.  "And you are not
a young man anymore."

   "Why, sir, my husband hasn't yet turned fifty.  That's not old." I
objected.

   "Business is a young man's world these days, Mrs.  Falconer."

   Daddy looked so pale, I could have sworn he was feeling quite ill. 
"You'll have to excuse me," he explained, standing up.  "Call of nature you
know."

   When he had left, silence reigned for some moments until I cautiously
looked up at the slug.  He eyes were still boring into my chest.  "I
understand what you are saying, Mr.  Murfitt.  I don't know why you're
doing this but it would kill my husband if he were to lose control of the
company.  He has built it up from nothing, you know."

   "I appreciate your concern, my dear young girl, but in business there
comes a time when the old bull must give in to the young buck, so to speak.
I'm sorry but I too have dreams of leadership."

   "Oh," I gave a small gasp.  "Then what my husband has told me is true.
You want to run his company?"

   "Indeed I do, although I don't think he truly understands that yet."

   I looked up at him demurely.  "Mr.  Murfitt, I would do anything to help
my husband remain Chairman."

   His face began to glow with pompous rapture.  "Anything?  Mrs. 
Falconer, do I understand you correctly?" He was looking into my eyes at
last.  "Is that what you are saying?"

   "That's what I said, Mr.  Murfitt.  I would give you anything I could if
it means you would stop this beastly takeover."

   "I wonder whether you would?"

   "I am an honourable woman, Mr.  Murfitt."

   "You indeed have a lot to offer, I can see that," he said, his eyes
returning to my bosom again.  I could almost see the drool forming at the
corners of his mouth as he contemplated what I might mean.

   "Please don't hurt him, Mr.  Murfitt."

   "What you ask is against everything I have been working towards," he
said.  "But your offer is also very tempting.  Anything?  Anything at all?"

   "I said as much."

   "Then I must put you to the test.  Do you agree?"

   "Yes," I whispered dreading the worst.

   "When he comes back, excuse yourself and when you are in your room,
remove all your underwear.  When I leave tonight, make me a gift of it to
me.  If you are prepared to do that, ring me on this number at exactly
midnight.  I will discuss my requirements then.  Does this come under the
heading of 'anything'?"

   "It's not exactly what I had in mind but I did say anything," I said, my
face lowered.  "I thought you might require something very personal but I'd
hoped it would not be so.  Money maybe,"

   "Oh, this is just the beginning, my dear.  But money?  Well we all have
money, don't we, my dear?  It's the things money can't buy that are much
more interesting, don't you think?"

   "Oh," I almost whispered as I looked at him with obvious embarrassment
then turned and left to remove my underwear as part one of his filthy
scheme.

   When I returned, I left him in little doubt of my actions for when I
returned he could see my nipples clearly through the white blouse.

   "Are you alright, dear?" Daddy asked innocently.  "You look quite
flushed."

   "Just the blush of innocence," the slug suggested.

   "I'm fine, Ben.  Really," I said, sitting down and glancing quickly at
the slug.  His eyes were staring at only one place.  My titties.

   "That's good then.  It's just..."

   "No, I feel fine, dear," I said, patting his cheek.

   He smiled back at me and then looked at the slug.  "I suppose I can't
change your mind, then Murfitt?  You intend to proceed with a challenge to
my chairmanship in a month's time?"

   "It's nothing personal, Falconer.  Anyway, who knows?  I might change my
mind after all.  Especially after meeting your beautiful new wife.  How
could I ever make her unhappy?"

   "Yes indeed.  I'm a lucky man."

   "We all have luck from time to time, Falconer," the slug put in.  "Well
I must be going.  Thank you, my dear, for making the night such a memorable
one," he smiled as his lips kissed my hand and left wet marks on my
fingers. I had to fight myself from pulling my hand away.

   On the way to seeing him out, I took a parcel I had left near the door
and handed it to him.  "Something to remember your visit, Mr.  Murfitt," I
smiled and blushed as he took it.  Our eyes met for a moment knowing the
illicit intent we had begun.

   Chapter Twenty Seven "You know he has no intention of stopping his
takeover, no matter how much you give in to him," Daddy said after I told
him of Murfitt's suggestion.

   "I'm sure he wouldn't.  But once the next four days are over, it doesn't
matter anyway."

   "The problem is that to keep him otherwise occupied for those four days,
you will have to give him your body to do with as he pleases.  I know what
that bastard is likely to want.  It would be worse than rape."

   "It will mean nothing, I promise, my darling," I told him, smiling to
assure him.  But both he and I knew it could be worse than that.  How would
Daddy react knowing such a slug had been molesting my body in every filthy
way he could think of?  How would it effect me?  What if I got pregnant? 
God forbid.

   I looked at Daddy with seriousness.  "Can you think of another way,
darling?" I asked.  "It is only a few days and I'm sure I can preoccupied
for a good while before I finally have to succumb."

   "He won't let you hold out for too long you know and when it's over he
still won't leave you alone.  He'll try anything to keep getting into your
pants, threats, blackmail and probably even violence.  It's just the way he
works.  He's a taker, a rapist of people's minds."

   "You hate him, don't you?  Not because he wants your position but for
what you know him to be?"

   "That's exactly right.  He's more than a mean bastard, believe me; he'll
go to any lengths to have his way and especially takes delight in
manipulating people."

   "Well, Daddy dear, that's exactly what I did with you, isn't it?  I'm
pretty good at manipulating as well, don't you think?"

   "But you're just a child."

   "So you did marry me for my waif-like looks?"

   "Especially your flat chest," he commented with a smile as he laid his
head back on the pillow with his arm over his eyes in resignation. 
"Alright, ring him then.  But when it's all over you must promise tell me
everything he did to you.  We'll have a lot of soul searching to come to
terms with.  I just don't want to lose you, baby.  Please don't let that
bastard win by breaking up with me after all this dirty work is over. 
Promise me that."

   "I will never leave you, I promise.  And anything that slug does won't
mean anything other than a means to beat him at his own game."

   He seemed more at peace after I'd said that and it made me feel much
more comfortable.

   * * * * *

   Daddy was laying by my side in bed when I rang the slug exactly at
midnight.

   "Right on time, Mrs.  Falconer," he answered before I had even
identified myself.  "You wear very sexy underwear."

   "Please give it back, Mr.  Murfitt," I whined as though in desperation.

   "Oh, no.  These shall remain mine forever.  Now let's talk real
business. Is the offer still open?  Anything goes?"

   "As long as you agree not to challenge.  Yes."

   "What are you wearing now?"

   "Now?  You want me to..."

   "Yes.  Describe it to me."

   "My nightdress.  It's white and made of lace."

   "Nothing else?"

   "No."

   "Take it off."

   "You mean...?"

   "I do."

   "Alright, I have," I said after a moment to make him think I had done
so.

   "You're completely naked?"

   "Yes, Mr.  Murfitt.  That's what you wanted, isn't it?"

   "What I want is to see you like you are right now."

   "And if I let you, you will stop your challenge?"

   "Not so fast now.  This is what I propose.  Come to my house for one
week and agree to do everything I ask you to."

   "Oh, I couldn't."

   "I'm disappointed.  You did say `anything'."

   "But a whole week?  Ben would know."

   "Don't tell him."

   "I'm his new wife, Mr.  Murfitt, of course he'd know."

   "Tell him you're visiting you're folks."

   "He knows I don't have any.  Oh please, not for so long.  Just a
weekend."

   "Longer."

   "Tomorrow until Sunday night."

   "Tomorrow at noon until Monday at noon."

   "Oh, if you insist.  You won't hurt me?"

   "Depends on what you mean by hurt."

   "You mustn't bruise me or break my skin.  I couldn't let Ben see
anything like that."

   "And you'll do anything I ask?"

   "As long as you promise..."

   "It's a deal.  A taxi will collect you tomorrow.  Don't keep me
waiting."

   "What will I bring?"

   "The nightdress you've just taken off.  Plenty of sexy underwear and the
clothes you wore to dinner tonight.  You haven't got the curse have you?"

   "The curse?"

   "Your monthlies."

   "Oh, no." I could hear him breathe a sigh of relief.

   "I look forward to your company Mrs.  Falconer."

   I hung up the phone.  "Make love to me, darling," I pleaded, snuggling
into Daddy's arms.  Soon, his cock was sliding smoothly inside and I
couldn't stop the tears as his love flowed deep inside my puss.  "You're so
wonderful," he whispered as he kissed the tears away.

   * * * * *

   "I didn't think you'd come, Mrs.  Falconer."

   "We have a bargain, Mr.  Murfitt.  I trust you will keep your side of
it."

   "You look dazzling, my dear," he kissed me straight on the lips as his
hands roamed over my back and bottom cheeks.  "How often does old Falconer
get it up these days?  Pretty often I guess?"

   "He makes me happy, Mr.  Murfitt."

   "I asked a question."

   "Nearly every day."

   "And you enjoy having sex with an old man?"

   "I love him.  He's good to me."

   "Do you come?"

   "Oh, I never realised you'd be so..."

   "So crude?  You haven't seen anything yet.  So let's get down to it.  I
want to feel you up."

   "You aren't wasting time are you, Mr.  Murfitt?  Couldn't you be a
little less eager?"

   "Not unless you want me to be less eager about not opposing your old
man. Now come and stand in front of me.  I'm glad you wore the same outfit.
It shows off your tits so well.  Undo the buttons and let me see them."

   "My blouse?"

   "Shit, woman.  Stop delaying.  You know damn well I mean your tits."

   He was sitting on a large armchair and I was standing almost between his
legs.  I began to slowly undo the buttons and his tongue began to hang out
as more flesh became evident.  His hands began to pull the blouse from my
skirt even before I had finished and he swore when he saw the bra.

   "Take it off."

   "Yes, sir," I said demurely and released the bra which fell to the
floor.

   Half sitting on the edge of the chair his mouth grabbed each nipple and
sucked hard, hurting.

   "Christ, what tits.  You look like a teenager.  How old are you anyway?"

   "Twenty three."

   "Shit, that's less than half his age.  Lucky bastard.  Lift your skirt
and show yourself to me."

   So it's come to this so soon.  I at least expected a bit of teasing but
not for the slug.

   "Just like that?" I asked.  "Why don't you savour the moment and
anticipate what might be to come" I suggested hopefully.

   "Do it, bitch?"

   "Front or back?"

   "The lot baby-cheeks."

   I was only wearing panties and small ones at that so decided to remove
the skirt altogether.  I looked him straight in the eyes, licking my lips
seductively and rolling my hips.  Was this how the ladies of the night
teased the men who paid?  For that's exactly what I was doing.  I was
giving myself for a fee.  Daddy would never see it like that nor understand
if I spoke in those terms but here I was, prostituting myself to gain him
some precious days.  Not money but time, that was my payment and the slug
had his tongue hanging out.

   "Yeah, baby.  Take it off."

   I reached behind but looked straight at him and said.  "No, I think you
would enjoy this weekend of debauchery much better if you took it all a
little slower, Mr.  Murfitt.  Why don't we just talk this evening and then
tomorrow, if you feel so inclined, enjoy the fruits of my body little by
little.  You've got to last the whole four days, remember," I reminded him
almost challengingly.  "Besides, I can guarantee there'll never be a second
time round.  Never."

   He hesitated for just a moment.  Then, "Stop delaying.  You know what I
want."

   But I continued, hoping to dissuade him from the ultimate degradation of
having to let him fuck me.  Perhaps Daddy would gain his support from the
other board members faster than he thought.

   "I know what you want, Mr.  Murfitt," I said slyly.  "But why not be
content with a little teasing tonight.  The anticipation of what is to
come, as it were."

   "Oh, shit, that lucky old man.  What a wife.  Wait until I tell him
everything you did for me.  Fancy his wife offering herself like a whore,
now what would he think of that?"

   "You mustn't," I cringed and wailed.  "He mustn't know I'm doing this."

   "That wasn't part of our agreement.  Besides, if I don't tell, you might
come back and give me some more, mightn't you?"

   "Never."

   "We'll see," he smiled cruelly "Now strip me naked.  At least you can
play with my cock tonight."

   If I was going to be made to perform sex on him I decided the most
comfortable place would be the bed.

   "Why don't you take me to bed then?"

   "That's an offer I can't refuse.  Christ, you're sexy."

   I knew that but I wasn't admitting it to him.

   "If you keep going like this, Mr.  Murfitt, you'll be worn out before
the first night is over.  Why don't you woo me a little?  Pretend I'm a
girlfriend who needs to be encouraged to give of her charms, not simply
made to.  Don't you think that would be more exciting than taking for the
takings sake?"

   "You're just trying to wriggle out of it, aren't you?" He looked
callously at me

   "Not at all.  If this is the only way to convince you not to challenge
him then I'll do it because I made a promise and I do keep my promises. 
But I thought you liked a challenge, Mr.  Murfitt."

   "Forget the Mister crap.  It's George.  And you can stop the delaying
tactics too, bitch."

   "My, we are in a bad mood aren't we?  So you want to fuck me, George. 
Stick your cock into my young pussy, is that it?"

   "You bet, bitch.  Strip them knickers off now."

   "But you haven't convinced me that you will honour your side of the
bargain yet, George.  How can I be so sure you will keep your promise not
to challenge my husband if I agree to your terms?  You might do whatever
you have in mind with me and then challenge him anyway."

   "I said I wouldn't challenge if you agreed to my terms."

   "But how can I be sure?  After you left I asked my husband whether he
trusted your word or not and he said he most definitely didn't.  So what
can you do to convince me, Mr.  Murfitt?"

   I was keeling up on the bed, swaying my almost naked body and looking
him straight in the eyes with a sly and challenging look, which seemed to
make him nervous.

   "What do you mean?  How can I do that?"

   "How can you convince me?  I don't know but you'd better think of
something pretty quick because I'm not going to stay here and do what you
want if I'm not going to get something in return.  That would be rape, Mr.
Murfitt."

   "How could it be rape.  You've agreed to do anything.  That's what you
said."

   "And I've already began to undress for you, Mr.  Murfitt.  Wasn't it
nice?  I'm sure you liked it.  Do you want more?"

   "Of course I do, you silly bi..." His body language told me he was far
more nervous than the bombastic slug made out to be.  He was facing
objections that he wasn't used to.

   "Uh, ha, Mr.  Murfitt.  That's no way to talk to a lady now, is it?  No,
it's time for you to come up with a convincing reason for me to stay, don't
you think?"

   I began to pick up my discarded clothes and said matter of factly, "I'll
be sleeping in another room tonight, Mr.  Murfitt.  I suggest that by
morning, you come up with something that will convince me to remain here.
I'm not doing this for your pleasure, you know.  It's only for my husband,
you do realise that, don't you?"

   "You bitch.  You come back here..." His voice seemed almost frantic as I
walked out of the door and more so when I didn't return after he called me
back.

   The room next door was another bedroom with even a key in the lock.  I
locked it and pushed the back of a chair under the doorknob making me feel
much safer.  At least I saved myself from the first night of his groping
hands.  I was on a mission and that's all that mattered.  As I turned the
light out, I hoped Daddy would see it in the same way when I returned to
him.  Please, Daddy, move fast and get those votes tied up I pleaded to the
night then closed my eyes and slept.

   Chapter Twenty Eight I walked down the stairs the next morning dressed
in the white silk nightdress that clung to every curve I possessed.  He
didn't hear me walk into the kitchen and so I stood in the doorway leaning
against the frame.  When he finally realised I was there he whistled.

   "Whew, now that's a sight for sore eyes.  I see you've decided to
accommodate me after all," he said with a sneering grin.

   "Have you decided how to convince me of your integrity, George?"

   He looked surprised and looked fiercely at me.

   "That's all bullshit.  Strip and let me see everything."

   "I told you what was required last night.  It's a pity you didn't take
any notice," I replied challengingly.

   "What can I do?" He whined.

   "Do you want my suggestion?"

   "What?"

   "What are your shares worth, George?"

   "Oh,' he began as he quickly thought through my question.  "Around a
grand apiece."

   "Oh, come on, George, I'm not that silly.  That would make the company
worth a hundred million."

   "Maybe five hundred then."

   "More like two fifty," I corrected him.

   "Bullshit.  A lot more than that."

   "Then give me a true figure."

   "I had it valued two months ago at twenty eight million all up," he
conceded.  "Why do you want to know, anyway?"

   "So that would make your holding worth seven million then?"

   "Yeah, I suppose so."

   "That's a lot of money, George.  Is the company paying a good return on
your investment?"

   "It could be better, I suppose.  Why?  What are you getting at?"

   "All in good time, George," I said sidling closer to him so that my hip
rested against his arm.

   "In fact your annual return is less than five percent, isn't it?"

   "That's right.  How did you know?"

   "Because I take a close interest in my husband's affairs, George.  I
know all about the company.  If you cashed the shares in, you could get
twice that much without any effort.  Three quarters of a million a year
would make life pretty good, don't you think?"

   "I ain't selling, you smart bitch," he said menacingly.

   "I wasn't going to suggest that, George.  Not for the present anyway. 
But what if I could tell you how to make double that again?"

   "You're mad.  What are you trying to say?"

   "What if there was someone who was willing to buy your shares for a one
hundred per cent premium?  That's fourteen million in your pocket, to do
what you like with."

   "And who would be so stupid as that?"

   "Maybe I would, George."

   "Aw, shit.  You're trying to fool with me."

   "No I'm not.  It's possible."

   "And how would a little bimbo like you know how to do that?  If you were
so smart, why haven't you convinced your husband to do the same thing?"

   "My, you do insult a lady's intelligence, George," I chided.  "It's not
very nice, George.  Perhaps I should just leave you to do your dirty work
and fight my husband."

   "Now don't get all snooty.  Tell me what you were thinking.  I'll hold
my tongue."

   I knew I had his attention and hoped I could keep it that way for the
time being.

   "Thank you, George," I said a little sarcastically and sat down across
the table from him.  "It's no secret that my husband wants to control the
company and we have access to facilities that would pay out your holding,
even at your inflated price."

   "But I want the company myself, that's why I'm not selling," he stated
with a sneer.

   "Are you forgetting what you could do with fourteen million, George?" I
reminded him.  "With no effort and no Board of Directors to harass you, you
could do anything you'd like.  Imagine how many pretty young things would
be chasing after you them, George?"

   "Yes...  Well...,' He stammered, indeed thinking about doubling his
money.

   "We both know you don't want to run the company, George.  In fact I
doubt you have the ability to do so anyway.  Imagine seeing your stake lose
value instead of doubling, George.  Not a nice thought."

   He looked blackly at me but didn't object to my taunt.  Hopefully,
George was beginning to see what selling out at double the price could do
for him.  Of course, my little scenario was pure fiction and I was trying
to build up the story as I went, anything to delay the slug from getting
his hands on either the company or me.

   So I continued.  "We could write up an agreement today, George, that
would promise to purchase your shares at twice today's value conditional on
you not challenging for the Chairmanship."

   "And when would I get my money, little lady," he asked shrewdly.

   "I think we could agree to settle in six months, George.  In six months
you would get a certified cheque for fourteen million dollars."

   "Just long enough for him to tighten the reins over the chairman's
position," he sneered.  "I'm not that stupid."

   "I know that," I stated, with all the sincerity I could muster.  "That's
why I propose to give you a non-withdrawable offer to purchase, George. 
It's an absolute guarantee."

   "But you don't have the power to do that," he was quick to point out.

   "Oh, indeed I do, George.  My husband has given me a Power of Attorney
to do anything on his behalf that he has the authority to do.  It's all
quite legal, I assure you." Of course there was no such document in
existence.

   "Well what will this agreement say then?"

   "Anything you want.  You can write it out yourself."

   "You'll have to do that.  I can't use these damned computers."

   "Then let's get to work," I said standing up and making for his study.

   "Hold on.  What about what you have to offer, little lady.  I want that
too."

   "I haven't forgotten, George," I replied sweetly.  "If it will make you
any happier, we'll add that into your agreement."

   "Shit, you can't put that into a document that might go to the courts.
Just let's have sex now, then we'll do the other." I could see the bulge in
his trousers.  The slug's slug began to rise.

   "First things first, George.  You've got to reassure me of your
integrity first, remember?"

   "Shit," he grumbled as he followed me.  I felt a hand sweep over my
behind just as I sat at his desk but thankfully he never went further.

   I typed for nearly an hour, changing words and sentences as he suggested
or sometimes to seem convincing, that I demanded.  Then I turned to him and
read each clause out slowly.  I guess slugs take a little longer to
comprehend, I thought to myself as I read aloud.  George was getting quite
excited but this time more about the prospect of being filthy rich than the
anticipation of getting his hands onto my young body.  I was almost miffed,
but not quite.

   A lot more changes took place and several hours later I printed off a
three page document, laying three copies out on the desk.

   "It all sounds fine," he conceded.  "But if I sign that, prove to me you
will stay here and obey me for the next three days," he demanded.

   "Do you want me to sign another document, George?  I will if you do."

   "Good.  Make one up."

   It was getting ridiculous.  Here was a lengthy document that had no
legal standing whatever, but George didn't know that, and he wanted another
to give him access to little me.  Well, why not?  It would keep him at bay
for another couple of hours at least.

   By the time it was all completed, I was feeling hungry and realised we
had worked on these useless documents nearly all day without even stopping
for lunch.  But the diversion was worth it all.

   "I don't know about you George, but I'm tired and hungry.  I intend to
take a rest now while you prepare supper, then we'll sign the documents."

   "You're full of delays, little lady but I'll agree with you.  Just
remember, as soon as these are signed, I want you stripped naked as the day
you were born.  My time is coming."

   In my room, I locked the door then immediately telephoned Daddy on my
cellular.

   "Daddy, how's it going?  Are you nearly finished?" I asked hopefully.

   "How are you, darling?  Has he hurt you?  What has happened?  I thought
you'd call me sooner, I've been frantic."

   I could tell he had been from his voice and should have remembered to
contact him earlier.

   "Everything's fine, Daddy.  He hasn't done anything yet.  I've managed
to hold him off so far."

   "Truly?  You're not just saying that are you?  He hasn't touched you at
all?"

   "Not once but he's getting jumpy.  I don't think I can keep him away
much longer.  How are you doing with the shareholders?"

   He lowered his voice and in an almost whisper said, "I'm with the two
important ones now and it won't be long before I have their signatures.  An
hour or two, no more.  That's all we need to beat Murfitt.  I'm working as
fast as I can without making them feel uneasy.  I love you, darling," he
added.

   "I want you so much, Daddy," I replied.  "Please hurry.  I think I can
hold out a while yet.  Ring me as soon as you are done.  Then let's go away
for the weekend."

   "But your promise...?"

   "What, to this slug?  As soon as you have their signatures secured, he
won't see me ever again."

   "Yes," he said breathing a sigh of relief.  "Of course.  Let me keep at
it.  I will ring as soon as it's signed here.  I love you so much."

   "Me too," I assured him as we both disconnected.



   * * * * *

   I laid on the bed, stalling for as long as I could but sometime later,
Murfitt knocked on the door, demanding I come to supper.  I called out I
would have to shower first and heard a loud explosion of disbelief from him
but there was no further sound.  This gained me nearly an hour more before
I finally entered the dining-room.

   "I don't know what you women do," he grizzled.  "It's taken you nearly
an hour to wash yourself."

   "You wouldn't want me all sweaty, would you, George?  Not for what you
have in store for me, I'm sure."

   He moved towards me but I held up my hand and reminded him that nothing
would take place until we'd eaten and signed all the documents.

   "That's why we spent so much time on them, George," I said.  "We've all
got to keep our promises."

   "Shit," he mumbled to himself but went out and served up what looked
like a commendable meal.  We talked little and I ate slowly, turning any
suggestive remarks onto other subjects.  It was amazing how this animal
could imagine a young girl giving herself to him as he was expecting me to
do.  My skin crawled at the thought that Daddy wouldn't be successful and I
may still have to endure some sort of mauling at this creeps hands.

   I was making plans of how to hold him off for another night if Daddy's
phone call didn't come through.  Perhaps I could invent an unusually early
period?  Or a collapse?  No, that wouldn't stop him; he'd just as likely
poke me while I was unconscious.  Or simply a roaring argument and go
storming up to my room?  There were indeed several possibilities.  How
close was I running before I had to give myself over to this brute, to save
Daddy's company?  And yet I felt calm because there were ways to keep him
at bay as long as he thought I would eventually spread my legs for him.  I
would just take each moment at a time.

   "I want to look at your tits while we eat," he demanded as we sat down
at the dinner table.

   "I'll give you one," I agreed demurely, slipping one strap of the
nightdress off my shoulder so that the smallest showing of a nipple was
evident.  I didn't even look at him after that until dinner was over.

   He spoke almost incessantly throughout, mostly filth about what he was
going to do with me but I kept Daddy's promise firmly in mind, that he was
doing everything he could to hasten the completion of his task.  Please
ring, I willed the telephone every second of the time I sat using up time.

   "I'll wash the dishes," I said as soon as I'd finished and left the room
before he had the chance to object.  He followed me of course and I felt
his greasy hand begin to slide up my chest.  He was making straight for the
exposed boob but I twisted away.

   "I told you, George, not until we sign all the paperwork.  Remember. 
Now go back inside and leave me alone until I've finished."

   "No, you little teasing bitch.  You forget about washing up and you come
and sign the papers now." His face was red with anticipation.

   I sat down opposite him and covered my exposed breast to which he didn't
object, probably because he thought he would have everything within a few
minutes.

   "I want to read this once more, George," I said, picking the copy up.

   "Sign it now or our deal's over," he steamed forcefully.  "Sign it right
now and then we fuck.  Now," he demanded in a loud voice.

   "You're not being very gallant, George," I complained as he watched me
sign the three copies.  "No, you sign too," I reminded him when he tried to
grab me immediately after I'd signed.

   I held all three copies and the two copies of my agreement to give him
access to me as he pushed me upstairs.

   "On the bed, bitch and pull that nightie up if you don't want me to rip
it off you," he demanded as he began to strip his clothes off.  His cock
was bright red and standing up hard with anticipation.  I almost giggled at
the dribble that was oozing from the tip but realised just how close I was
to being raped.

   Then he was kneeling between my legs and pushing the nightie up my
thighs himself, readying himself for the final thrust.

   "At fuckin' last, you beautiful young bitch.  Now you will learn what a
real man feels like up that silky twat of yours.  No more delays, you get
fucked right now," he growled as his pelvis poked his cock towards me.

   I twisted and squirmed but realised the time I dreaded had finally
arrived when the phone on the bedside table rang shrilly.  Murfitt stopped
in his tracks for that split second then plunged downwards just as I
twisted again and slipped from beneath his bulk.

   "I'll have to answer this, George.  You never know what it could be," I
said picking up the receiver.

   "Hello."

   The sweetest voice on earth said simply, "It is signed, my darling. 
We've won.  Now get the hell out of there right now."

   "Who is it?" George growled and grabbed the handset out of my hands. 
"Yes, who the hell is this?"

   For a split second, I watched his face as it turned from the red of
sexual tension to the dark of hate and antagonism to the white of anger
then despair.  Before he had time to react, I grabbed the sheath of papers
and raced down the stairs barefooted, and out the door, still dressed in
just my silk nightie.  Two doors away I saw lights on in the front room and
banged my hands frantically against the door.  A light went on in the
hallway and the door was thrust open.

   "What...?  Who is it?  What do you want?" A man's gruff voice demanded.

   "Please help me.  I've been attacked.  Please let me in," I pleaded.

   It took just seconds for the man to realise what I was saying and he
ushered me inside and closed the door, calling out a woman's name as he did
so.

   Chapter Twenty Nine As I laid in Daddy's arms, feeling the smoothness of
his sperm draining from between my legs, I told him the whole story of what
happened in George Murfitt's house.  I was sure he didn't believe I had
stopped Murfitt from raping me and I had to tell him over and over again,
all the vile man had succeeded in was seeing me almost naked on the first
night and had just a peek of one naked breast the second night.

   "Of course," I said, looking very seriously into his eyes, "if you had
not rung when you did, I would have found out what a young man's cock up my
puss feels like, Daddy.  Do you think I should go back and ask him to show
me?  For experience sake, of course."

   "You sweet innocent child, it would feel like sand paper.  Only I know
how to make it feel like silk.  And, my dearest girl, I do believe you. 
Oh, I don't know what I would have done if you had to let him do anything
to you.  As it is, all he's got to remember if the sight of a couple of
tits and the underwear you left behind."

   "It wasn't even mine.  It was Joanie's.  She left it here the night she
fucked you.  It's not even my size.  Should we tell him?  The slug, I
mean."

   "No damn way," he said, laughing loudly.  "He's probably jerking off in
them right now."

   "I don't think so.  When I rushed out, he looked as though he was going
to have a heart attack.  Hope he did."

   "Me too," Daddy agreed.

   "Please fuck me again, my dearest husband.  You make me feel so good."

   We stayed in bed until dinnertime the next day.  The bed was so wet with
leaking sperm we had to move into the next room for a night.  Oh, how
wonderful my lover is.  Such a good fucker.

   As I laid in his arms, tired from all our sexual gymnastics yet elated
from the glow of several orgasms, I asked, "Now when do you think we should
invite Jonie back?"

   "I thought you'd never ask," he smiled.  Then he looked into my eyes and
with a devilish smile, said, "You are a little schemer, you know."

   THE END

   Comments welcomed to writer_s_cramp40REMOVE@hotmail.com (Underscores
before s & c)

   Other titles by the same author can be found at:
http://www.asstr.org/files/Authors/WritersCramp40/

   The full list is: Even Big Girls Must Obey Family Fantasy Book 1 Family
Fantasy Book 2 Family Fantasy Book 3 Neighbourly Tutor Book 1 Neighbourly
Tutor Book 2 Sibling Love The Count The Learning of Gemma Book 1 The
Learning of Gemma Book 2 Thoughts of a Dirty Old Man Part 1 Thoughts of a
Dirty Old Man Part 2 Training the Twins Book 1 Uncle 

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