Author: Amour
Title: Kissing Daughters Seduced
Summary: Two ninth grade girls, (Isabelle and Mallory,)
thought it would be fun to practice kissing after
school, they didn't plan on being caught in the act,
they didn't know where a kiss could lead.
Keywords: Mf, ff, fsolo, Asian, 1st, span, anal, inc.

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Adults Only! Distribution to minors prohibited.

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Copyright (C) 2011 by Amour.

All rights reserved. No part of this story may be
reproduced in any form without the previous
written permission of the author.

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All characters and situations in this story are
fictitious.

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Kissing Daughters Seduced
by Amour



Part 1
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     My name is Mallory. I'm not much different from
most of the other ninth grade girls at Fleurton Junior
High School, except for one small detail. It's not a
big deal to me, I have feelings for guys too, it's just
that I like the idea of sometimes being with someone
soft and pretty like myself. That's why I'm waiting for
my friend Isabelle Tanaka outside the door of Mr.
Watson's science class. I'm going to walk her home. She
is so cute. I just can't wait to get my hands on her.

     Isabelle stayed in the classroom to talk with
Mr. Watson after the other kids had left to go home.
This particular teacher has a reputation for getting
his hands underneath the skirts of young schoolgirls.
He's never gotten in trouble for it so I guess the
girls who've become involved in his extra-curricular
activities are happy with the improvement in their
grade. At least that's how it worked for my friend
Lindsay and her older sister. The way he's leering
at Isabelle gives me the creeps, it's like he's
undressing her with his eyes, why doesn't she get out
of there?

     Isabelle and I have known each other since we
were little girls. Her parents are strict, they force
her to study all the time, she isn't allowed to go out
alone with kids her age, what little free time she does
have is devoted to ballet and piano lessons. You'd
think she'd be depressed or something, but she just
glows with a joyful spirit, and that's another reason
that I like her. I'm not a very happy person, being
with Isabelle makes me feel better.

     I wish Isabelle would hurry up, she's looking
over the desk at the teacher, her dimpled cheeks are
full and round, her red lips shiny and moist, his eyes
roam over her slender body. Grown men and women often
stare at her swaying hips as she walks by, it's only a
matter of time before someone gets her, I've got to
hurry up and make my move.

     My own feelings for Isabelle began to change a
few months ago, after my awakening. I'd gone to a party
at a friend's house and a cheerleader from the high
school named Jordan Fallows showed up. The parents
weren't home, the house was in chaos, everyone was
running around and yelling. Jordan stared across the
room at me for a few minutes, then she started talking
to me and after a while she led me into a bedroom where
she took me in her arms and kissed me on the lips with
her tongue in my mouth and I couldn't believe it when
her fingers moved between my legs and I knew I had to
decided whether to stop her or not and I just let her
continue rubbing me and making me wet and when I
finally let  myself go she pushed me and I fell
backward onto the bed.

     "How did you like my kiss?" Jordan said.

     "A girl never did that to me before. It was
nice."

     "I knew you'd like it."

     Jordan climbed over me on her knees until I was
staring up inside her cheerleader skirt. She pulled her
pantie to the side and lowered herself down on my face,
I shuddered with with the tangy aroma of her teenage
twat coursing through my nostrils, it was dark with her
skirt hanging around my head, but my tongue quickly
found its way between the moist folds that spread open
on my lips. I could have eaten her pussy for hours but
somebody called Jordan's name and she quickly got off
of the bed.

     "I'll see you in high school next year," Jordan
said as she left the room.

     I sat up on the bed and licked the slick
coating of Jordan's girl-juice off my lips and
swallowed. Something inside me had changed, I
desperately wanted to talk about it with someone, but
it was too personal so I brooded on it secretly. After
a few days  passed it became clear that my childhood
friend, Isabelle Tanaka, was the most beautiful girl I
had ever seen, finding a way to seduce her her became
the number one priority in my life, that's why it
bothers me to see her spending time with Mr. Watson,
I hope she doesn't fall into his trap.

     When Isabelle finally came out of the classroom
she found me sitting against on the floor in the
hallway. I must have looked like a sad puppy jumping up
for its master as we headed out of the building.

     "Mallory, you didn't have to stay late just for
me."

     "What took you so long?"

     "Oh, I had a question about something we
covered in class."

     "Didn't you see the way he was looking at you?"

     "I know, I think it's flattering."

     "I bet he wants to be more than just your
teacher."

     "Don't worry about it Mallory, we're just
friends."

     We took our time walking home, which probably
was an unconscious attempt to postpone our after school
routines. Isabelle would have to continue her
schoolwork as soon as she got back and I'd have to
clean up the house. 

     "What are your plans for the summer?" said
Isabelle.

     "I'll probably work for my dad part-time."

     "Do you want to go into business with him
someday?"

     "I think I'd rather be a detective."

     "That's exciting. My dad wants me to be a
dentist."

     We ambled along the tree lined road, a police
car turned onto the street and headed toward us, I
recognized Officer Flanagan who waved when he drove by,
he's new on the police force and rather good looking,
but it's scary that he has to carry a gun. Fleurton is
a relatively small suburb and most people know who you
are, even if they don't know you personally.

     Isabelle looked down at the ground as she
spoke. "I wish I had a boyfriend,"

     "You could have any guy you wanted."

     "I doubt that. The problem is my parents. They
won't let me go on dates. They say that boys can wait
until I get to college and now is the time to study."

     "Have you ever done anything with a guy?"

     "Not even a little bit. I've never had a chance
to be alone with one. I know you have. What's it like?"

     "It's nice really. Better if the guy has some
experience and knows what he's doing."

     "How does it start?"

     "Usually with a kiss, some guys try to get a
feel right away."

     "I'm becoming excited just thinking about it,"
Isabelle said with big dark eyes.

     "I'll tell you a secret Isabelle. I've been
with a girl too."

     Isabelle's face flushed red. "Mallory, are you
serious? I can't imagine it."

     "It was no big deal. What I learned from it was
that a kiss is just a kiss. It really doesn't matter if
it's with a guy or girl."

     "Sometimes I pretend by kissing my pillow until
it makes a wet spot. Do you think that's sick?"

     "Don't feel bad. I'm sure lots of people have
done that. How would you like to practice kissing with
a real person?"

     "I don't have anyone to do it with."

     "You have me."

     "Oh, I don't know Mallory," she said while
kicking a pebble on the sidewalk.

     "Just think of it like playing piano, the more
you do it the better you get, I won't tell anyone."

     A smile burst across Isabelle's face, the
faint outline of firm nipples began to show through her
shirt.

     "Okay Mallory, I'll give it a try, but when can
we do it? My parents never let me go out."

     "Let's be sneaky and do it right under their
noses. How about I come over to visit you this
afternoon, we'll say we're studying and then go to your
room to be alone."

     "That's a great idea Mallory. I'll see you at
my place in a little while."


Part 2
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      I went home and telephoned my dad at the
office and let him know that I'd be doing homework at
Isabelle's and would be back home in time for dinner.
He was glad to hear that I was studying, as that
normally isn't a priority for me, and I felt guilty
about lying, but I couldn't tell him that I was  going
to be making-out with a girl.

     When I arrived at Isabelle's house I was
greeted by her mother, Ayumi, who spoke in the same
thick Japanese accent that I first marveled at as a
little girl. She had come to this country out of a duty
to follow her husband's career, but she always missed
her true home in Tokyo. Isabelle's dad, Hideki, was
home as well. He always seemed like such a serious man,
I could never remember seeing him wearing anything
other than a white shirt and tie. His company sent him
here just before Isabelle was born, fifteen years ago,
my dad says Hideki is well respected in the business
community.

     The Tanaka's house is always immaculately clean
and organized. Works of art cover the walls and
numerous sculptures and pottery are positioned around
the living room. Ayumi made some after school snacks
for us, which was a little difficult for me because I'm
not used to sushi or the thought of eating raw fish,
but I have to admit that it tasted good and I felt
stronger after eating it.

     Isabelle excused us after some time had passed
and we left her parents under the guise of a study
session. Her blue skirt swished across her bottom as
she led me down the hallway to her bedroom, she turned
and faced me as she closed the door. Isabelle was so
pretty and my heart pounded with the anticipation of
merely holding her hand, let alone actually kissing
her. I wondered if I should break her in gently, or
take her all at once, the way Jordan had done to me.

     "Well here we are," Isabelle said with a shy
giggle.

     Her books were stacked on the desk, but she
didn't even look at them as she walked past the desk
and plopped down on the bed. She folded her hands in
her lap and looked up at me with beautiful eyes that
revealed her enormous intelligence. I became scared as
I realized that she had held up her end of the bargain
and  now my turn to make the next move. What if she
didn't like the way I kissed her? I really wasn't as
experienced as I had led her to believe.

     "May I sit down on the bed with you Isabelle?"

     "Yes Mallory, I wish you would."

     I sat next to her so that our legs were
touching. Her natural scent was fresh and girly and it
inflamed my desire to hold her and feel her up and to
taste her sweet little mouth that smiled at me with
such allure.

     "I've known you all my life and I'm finally
saying this for the first time. Isabelle, I really like
you."

     Isabelle took a deep breath and arched her
back, her nipples made prominent peaks under the
blouse, the skirt bunched up high on her thighs, she
turned her head toward me and lifted her chin, her
moist lips parted and her eyes were closed, I put my
hand on the back of her neck and gently brought our
lips together. The kiss went for a long time, her
breathing became more rapid, our tongues flicked
together inside our wet mouths, a telltale tingling
between my legs confirmed that I had become aroused by
my girlfriend.

     "I like the way you kiss me Mallory," she said
while nuzzling her face into my neck.

     "Thank you Isabelle. You caught on fast. That
was a hot kiss."

     "I think that's because I like you too."

     My heart pounded when Isabelle said she liked
me, I never expected to hear that from her. It really
felt like I had a chance now, so I  slid my hand down
from her shoulder and squeezed her right breast, the
cheerleader hadn't asked  permission when she seduced
me, so I didn't ask Isabelle either. I was taking what
I wanted for the first time in my life, and it made the
juices flow inside me.

     Something wild had been unleashed in Isabelle,
she pushed her chest out and kissed me, her tongue
lashed inside my mouth, her fingers squeezed the nipple
through my bra, her legs parted as my hand slid up her
thigh. 

     I pulled up Isabelle's schoolgirl skirt, my
hand passed over the front of the pantie, her hips
undulated with a silent invitation, I slid my fingers
down between her legs where the cotton was damp with
same kind of juice that gushed inside of me.

     "Oh Mallory, that feels so good," Isabelle
moaned while planting kisses on my neck.

     "I like kissing you."

     "Being with a girl is something that I never
imagined before, but I like it."

     It was obvious that Isabelle would let me do
anything I that wanted to her, and I had every
intention to go all the way. I slid the pantie to the
side between her parted legs, the curved folds of her
modest pussy glistened with juice, my saliva coated
fingertip circled her protruding clitoris, she rocked
her head back and moaned, I slipped my finger inside
her.

     "Oh yes Mallory."

     Isabelle's pussy squeezed my finger. She lay
back on the bed with her knees held apart, I leaned
over and kissed her with a probing tongue while
plumbing her depths with a good fingering. We could
have gone on like that for a long time and I still
wonder how things would be different today if we'd been
left alone.

     "Ah hah!"

     I slowly pulled my finger out of Isabelle with
her father watching from the doorway. Isabelle sat up
on the bed and adjusted the pantie to cover herself,
then she lowered the skirt and looked up to meet her
father's eyes in an undecipherable silence. Hideki
stepped inside the bedroom and closed the door.

     "So what kind of studying is this?" he said. I
was surprised by his calm manner.

     "Daddy it's really not what you think."

     "I can think for myself Isabelle."

     "Mr. Tanaka, I have to take responsibility," I
said with a cracking voice. "I suggested this to
Isabelle. I'm truly sorry."

     "No Dad, I was the one who started it, I'd
never kissed a guy before, I asked Mallory to show me
how. You never let me go out on dates, how was I
supposed to learn?"

     Hideki' chest rose with a deep breath that he
let out with a sign before sitting down next to his
daughter. He appeared sad, caring and discerning, all
at the same time, and I found myself respecting his
his self-control.

     "I think I understand now Isabelle. I've always
done what I thought was best for you, but along the way
I have made some mistakes, and for that I apologize."

     "It's okay Dad. I guess we did get out of
control."

     "I think it is good that you decided to have a
learning experience with Mallory. However, there are
some additional things that she will not be able to
show you, and in that regard it is fortunate that I
have stumbled into this situation."

     The eyes of the petite Japanese girl burned at
her father, he  placed a finger under her chin, then he
raised her head up and kissed her on the lips. Isabelle
seemed shocked at first, then she closed her eyes and
meekly kissed him back, in time her chest began to
heave with heavy breathing, her lips opened and her
tongue shot into his mouth, she put her hand on her
father's thigh as he unbuttoned her shirt.

     "Mallory, you have taught my daughter very
well."

     "Thank you, Mr. Tanaka."

     "Dad, what are you doing?" Isabelle said as she
watched her father pull open the front of her shirt and
unfasten the bra. There was an astounded look on her
face but she didn't attempt to stop him.

     "You have mastered the art of kissing as well
as any adult. Now it is time for you to learn the other
aspects of being a woman. Haven't I always taught you
that it is better to learn something the correct way
the first time, rather than leaning the wrong way, and
then having to unlearn and learn again?"

     "Yes, you tell me that all the time."

     "Very good. You have answered your own
question."

     Isabelle's breasts are lovely little mounds
about the size of small oranges with dark cherry
nubs on top. She looked bewildered when he began
fondling her sensitive cones, a teenage girl normally
doesn't expect that from her father, but her shyness
faded away a few short moments later and she thrust her
chest out as he lowered his head down and licked her
swollen nipples.

     "Aaaahhhh, Daddy."

     Hideki's tongue worked its magic on his
daughter's tender breasts. She was lost in arousal and
doing things that she'd normally never dream of doing,
and I became wet with excitement as I watched my
girlfriend being seduced by her father.

     Hideki raised his head away from Isabelle's
breasts and I was shocked or perhaps jealous to see her
hand spreading out over his zipper. There was a bulge
in his trousers, she was squeezing her fingers and
rubbing him, and he was letting her do it. My head
churned with thoughts of how far this could go, a
moment later I found out.

     "You practice now," he said to her

     Isabelle looked at her father with searching
dark eyes, she followed his gaze downward, her fingers
massaged the lump in his pants, she unfastened the
black leather belt and pulled down the zipper, she
pulled the shorts back and brought him out, she lowered
her head with her long black hair covering his lap, her
head bobbed up and down, there were slurping sounds.

     How could she be doing this to her own father,
but then how could she resist, it was overwhelmingly
hot to secretly break the rules, to embrace a forbidden
love, to actually do what other people secretly
fantasized about. I couldn't blame her father either,
after all, what man wouldn't want to be with Isabelle,
she is amazing and beautiful, both physically and as a
person. I tried to imagine if this was me and my dad,
was there any chance that my dad would want me like
this, the possibility aroused and scared me at the same
time.

     "Did I do it the correct way Daddy?" 

     Isabelle looked up at him and smiled, she ran
the tip of her tongue along his manhood, her saliva
coated the shaft, her hand juggled his hairy stones.

     "You did very well. Now it's time for the final
segment of your lesson." Hideki reached underneath his
daughter's skirt and pulled the pantie down her legs.

     "You mean there's more?"

     "Absolutely," he said while kicking off his
pants.

     Hideki lifted his daughter's skirt and lay her
on her side, he raised her leg while positioning
himself behind her. His cock was perfectly straight and
inflexible, he slowly rubbed the tip of it along the
parted folds of her discreet pussy.

     Isabelle's eyes widened with a look of panic,
she now understood that her father was going to fuck
her. She began to struggle in her father's arms, as if
trying to get away, but he held her fast, things had
gone too far, it was beyond the time where she could
change her mind. Isabelle opened her mouth and began to
scream, but I held my hand over her lips, then with one
sure thrust her father pushed his cock all the way
inside her.

     "AAAIEEE DADDY! Oooohhhh," she cried out

     "That's a good girl Isabelle."

     "Aaahhh Daddy, ah yes Daddy!"

     A subtle feeling of jealousy came over me. I
wanted the same attention and pleasure that Isabelle
was experiencing, but I couldn't go home and ask my dad
to do me, he'd probably have me sent to a psychiatrist,
and besides, I was conflicted with lust and dismay at
the thought of being together with him.

     "Daddy, I want to be a good lover."

     "You are one now."

     "You're big inside me Daddy. You fill me up."

     Isabelle looked back over her shoulder at her
father, they kissed with their eyes closed while he
moved inside her, which I thought was sweet. Passionate
moaning filled the room, they were totally engrossed
and oblivious to my presence, and I felt no shame in
spreading my legs and rubbing myself as I watched my
ninth grade girlfriend fuck her father. 

     "Hideki, you have a phone call from the
office," Ayumi said from the other side of the door.

     "Tell them I'll call back later," he replied in
a voice that must have sounded odd to her.

     "What's going on in there?"

     "Nothing Mom, we'll be out in a few minutes."

     It wasn't my place to interfere, so I remained
silent when the door opened. I was afraid for all of us
as Ayumi quietly stood in the doorway and stared at her
husband and daughter so lewdly coupled. Isabelle dug
her fingernails into the bed sheet and cooed, "Oh
Daddy, ooohhh," her cunt stretched wide open, her pussy
lips elongated and clung to to him as he stroked inside
her, a slick coating of girl-juice covered his cock. 

     "Oh my, what is going on here?" Ayumi gasped
as she covered her mouth with both hands.

     "Mom, it's okay. Dad's just showing me some
things that weren't covered in my biology class."

     "Isabelle is learning how to be a good wife,"
Hideki said.

     "I can see that she's enjoying her homework.
Try to be done with Isabelle before her little sister
comes home from soccer practice. Jodie is too young for
this kind of education," Ayumi said as she left the
bedroom, closing the door behind her.

     Hediki rolled Isabelle onto her back and
crawled on top of her, she wantonly spread her legs
open, pushing her waist upward to receive him again,
her wailing was so loud that I was sure it could be
heard all over the house.  What would  Ayumi be
thinking?

     "Do you like how I do it Daddy?"

     "You are fantastic."

     My ears burned with envy. I wanted her for
myself and here she was being prepared for other men.
It was appalling to watch Isabelle's little body
jerking on the bed each time her father's cock pounded
into her. It's not the way I would have treated her but
she seemed to like it, and I could see that she was
trying to incite him to even higher levels of passion.
She instinctively pushed her pussy upward at him in
perfect timing with every violent thrust of his cock.
Her fifteen year old pussy had taken in everything her
father had to offer.

     The look in her eyes was far away, and wherever
she was I wished I could be there with her. I knew the
experience would change her forever and I wanted to be
changed like that too, but now I was left out, even
though it was me who indirectly caused all of this to
happen. Isabelle rolled her head from one side to the
other and whimpered.

     "I like the feeling of it so hard inside me,
it's so nice, Daddy."

     "I'm proud of the way you have taken to your
training. You will make a fine wife for the right man."

     "Ah yes Daddy, ooohhh, thank you teaching me."

     "That's a good girl."

     I imagined having a conversation like that with
my dad, but I couldn't think of where to start. This
all happened to Isabelle by accident, it was her father
who had taken it to the next level. I'd have to be the
instigator if anything was to happen between me and my
dad, he'd never do it on his own. What am I thinking,
it'll never happen, I don't know why I'm having these
thoughts.

     Hideki and Isabelle slowed down the pace of
their humping and clutched each other more tightly. His
back arched in a peculiar curve as he pulled on her
shoulders and pressed deeply into her without moving.
Isabelle's face was covered with little beads of
moisture and her staccato cries echoed around the room.

     "Ah, oh yeess, aaaahhhh," Isabelle wailed in
gratification. "Aaaahhhh, iiieee, OOOOHHHH DADDY!"

     Hideki and Isabelle clung to each other and
shuddered, he pushed his cock deeply inside of her,
his bottom twitched with little spasms as he filled
his ninth grade daughter's pussy with his manly seed.
Isabelle wrapped her shapely legs around her father's
back, his cock continued to deeply penetrate her
slender body, a ring of bubbling white fluid oozed from
her widely spread cunt-lips like sea-foam. A moment
later it was over, their spent bodies melded together
in the glow of their completed union. I lay down next
to Isabelle and kissed her until she and her father had
recovered from the intense physical and emotional
experience.

     They eventually sat up on the bed and began
talking and laughing about things. Isabelle's
complexion seemed simply radiant, she was still the
same perky schoolgirl that I had always known. A peace
had settled over Hideki and I got the impression that
nothing would bother him for a while. When he stood up
to put on his pants his cock hung down all red and
limp, Isabelle had completely worn him out.

     "Dad, I was wondering, after a while I might
forget what you taught me, then I'd need a refresher
course."

     Her father smiled, "That could be arranged."

     We went back out to the living room together.
Ayumi looked up from a magazine that she was reading
and smiled. Isabelle brought out little glasses of
apple juice for everyone, and we sat around socializing
as if nothing had happened. Isabelle normally sat with
her legs crossed, especially when wearing a skirt, but
tonight she sat with her legs spread wide open before
her parents, a posture that I found quite attractive. I
wondered if Ayumi would think less of her daughter now. 

     A few minutes later a car pulled into the
driveway and Isabelle's younger sister, Jodie, ran into
the house. She looked cute in her soccer outfit. Jodie
is in the seventh grade and is two years younger than
me. Her addiction to sports is a significant difference
from Isabelle's more intellectual personality. I
wondered if Hideki had a plan for Jodie too, but mostly
I thought about making a plan for me. Jodie is a sweet
little thirteen year old, I'd love to get my hands on
her.

     When it was time for me to go home I thanked
Ayumi for the sushi. Isabelle and Jodie came outside
with me where it was dark as we walked down the
driveway to the sidewalk. We talked for a few minutes,
then Isabelle looked up in the sky and decided to show
off her knowledge by naming the constellations.

     I moved next to Jodie. I couldn't resist the
temptation to squeeze her tight bottom while her older
sister was distracted. Oddly enough, Jodie didn't so
much as flinch, but instead looked up at me with
innocent eyes as I ran my hand between her cheeks, then
underneath her bottom and between her legs, where I
gave her seventh grade pussy a good feel. I had to stop
when Isabelle turned around and said it was time to go
inside, but Jodie smiled and waved goodbye, and I
promised myself that sometime soon I'd pay the little
girl a visit when when nobody else was around.


Part 3
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     The walk home in the dark should have been
scary, but it wasn't. I was crazy with feelings like
I'd never known before, the hot walls of my drenched
pussy slid together with each step, even my jeans
incited my horny state by tugging against my clitoris
as I walked. A man was approaching me from up the
block, I would be passing by him in a dark spot where
there was no streetlight, maybe I should have followed
my parents advice and avoided him because who knows he
might be a bad guy, but I didn't care and if he grabbed
me and started touching me I'd let him do it because
that's how desperate I was to get what Isabelle already
had. He walked by and didn't even look at me, and I
just felt like crying.

     When I got home I went straight to my bedroom
and closed the door. I remembered Isabelle telling me
how she used to kiss her pillow for practice, so I lay
down on the bed and embraced the pillow and began
French kissing it, pretending I was with my lover. Then
I put my leg over a second pillow and climbed on top of
it, just like Hideki had climbed on top of Isabelle. I
humped the pillow over and over until the sexual
sensation built up to a violent crescendo in my
throbbing clitoris. Isabelle had looked pretty with a
cock inside her and I imagined my own cunt stretched
open by a hunk of hard man-meat. I was being hugged and
tamed and mounted from the rear by my dad and he was
consumed with lust for me.

     "Aaahhh, yeah Daddy," I groaned as I licked and
humped my pillows.

     My legs stiffened and I pointed my toes toward
the foot of the bed and I arched my back while rocking
back and forth with all my weight focused on where my
clitoris was pressing down on the pillow. I was at the
cusp of sexual release with the image of my  dad
flashing into my mind's-eye, but then I became
distressed about my feelings and stopped moving to let
the exquisite sensations slowly subside. I lay there
confused and panting like a dog on a summer afternoon.
What was happening to me?

     After a few minutes passed I got up and went
downstairs where I found a note from my mom on the
kitchen counter. She'd be home from work about 10 pm. A
casserole was cooking in the oven, the smell cigarette
smoke drifted in from the balcony. My dad always smoked
outside so I wouldn't have to breathe the second hand
fumes. I knew it was important to him that I never get
the habit because the one time I did try smoking back
in the sixth grade he caught me and as a punishment he
pulled my jeans down and spanked me on my pantie while
we were home alone which was good because it would have
been embarrassing to have my mom watch. That was the
only time in my life that he spanked me and I never
forgot how it felt.

     By the time I walked out on the balcony to join
my dad I was horny enough to jump on top of a fence
post. He looked at me and smiled which was nice because
I was desperate for any attention whatsoever and that
was all it took to encourage me to stand next to him
and press my breast on his arm.

     "Hi Dad. How did your day go?"

     "Nothing special. I'm just glad to be back
home."

     He put his arm around me and I snuggled the
length of my body along his side. I held him in a way
that was a lot like how I had clutched the pillows a
few minutes before, but more gently - he seemed a little
tense.

     "I think I've grown up a lot in the last year."

     "I'm reminded of that whenever you go shopping
for clothes," he replied.

     "Dad, do you think it's best to learn something
the correct way from the start?"

     "It's better than having to learn from your
mistakes."

     "Do you think that practice makes perfect?"

     "Of course Mallory, but these questions are a
little odd. What's your point?"

     "Girls don't automatically know everything Dad.
Sometimes we need a teacher."

     I held him tight and felt the sensation slowly
building inside me like it had on my bed with the
pillows and without thinking I softly moved myself
against him.

     "You're talking in riddles Mallory."

     "No I'm not. It's a simple question. How is a
girl supposed to know how to do something if she's
never done it before?"

     Did I have to spell everything out for him in
explicit detail? I wrapped my arms around his waist and
pressed myself more tightly against him. Years of
walking around golf courses had made his thigh large
and firm, the muscle wedged between my legs better than
the pillow, we were out here alone, my gentle humping
felt natural and appropriate, surely I was arousing his
forbidden feelings for me, just like Isabelle had
aroused her dad. My prudish mom probably never gave him
a treat like this.

     "Mallory what do you think you are doing?"

     "Daddy," I whispered, "that should be obvious."

     He pushed me away. I felt crushed and
humiliated and I wanted to run away and hide or cry or
both but then anger came blowing up from somewhere and
I suddenly wanted to hurt him back. I walked over to
the picnic table and picked up his pack of cigarettes
and defiantly stared at him as I put a cigarette into
my mouth and lit the match. His eyes narrowed as I
sucked the flame into the tip of the cigarette and then
blew out a puff of smoke in his direction.

     "Mallory, you'd better stop this right now."

     "What if I don't feel like it?"

     "Put the cigarette out and go into the house.
We'll talk about it later."

     I took another drag from the cigarette and blew
it back out. Just a couple puffs made me feel dizzy so
I decided not to inhale any more. I sat down on a chair
and flicked the cigarette ash onto the deck.

     "Why don't you make me put it out," I said as I
spread my legs apart.
     
     My dad became still and silent, his gaze
descended to where the blue-jeans stretched tight over
my crotch, I moved my hips in an obscene gesture, his
mouth opened slightly and his face turned red, the
front of his pants bowed outward. He came over and took
the cigarette away from me and ground it out in the
ashtray. Then he grasped me by the forearm and pulled
me up from the seat and ushered me into the house. The
kitchen was warm and it smelled like the casserole was
done cooking, but we wouldn't be eating for a while
because he was leading me upstairs, and there were only
bedrooms up there. When we got to my room he took me
inside and closed the door.

     "What's come over you Mallory?"

     "Nothing."

     "You're acting strange."

     "Remember what happened the first time you
caught me smoking?"

     "I spanked you."

     "Did you enjoy spanking me?"

     "It was for your own good."

     "Maybe you should spank me again."

     The first and only time in my life that he'd
spanked me was three years ago, when I was twelve, and
it had been a colossal surprise. I was perched up there
on his lap, squirming and squealing with each stinging
spank on my pantie, and at the same time I felt a
delightful sensation as I rubbed on top of the hard
bulge in his pants. The punishing spanks sent burning
flames of pain through my soft bottom, while underneath
me waves of pleasure swarmed through my clitoris due
to the unintentional contact with him. Would it be like
that again if he decided to spank me now? I had to
know.

     "Come on Dad. Do your job."

     "Alright Mallory. You asked for it."

     "You better hurry up and do it before Mom gets
home."

     My dad sat down on my bed. The room was silent
except for the sound of him pulling down the zipper on
my jeans. I flinched when the back of his hand
accidentally bumped against my pussy and the sight of
him pulling down my pants and looking between my legs
made a shiver ripple along my spine. I was going to be
in high school next year and the smell of the casserole
had drifted all the way up here in my bedroom. My dad
kind of jerked me around to get me in position on his
lap, I didn't have much time to think before he started
spanking me.

     "Mallory, I don't know what got into you
tonight, but you'll  have to face your punishment."

     "I know I've been bad Daddy."

     Spank, spank spank, "That hurts Daddy!"

     It stung each time his devilish hand slapped my
sensitive bottom, I never knew where to expect it next.
First he'd spank one cheek and then the other, then
he'd spank the back of my legs or even inside my
thighs. If I slid off his lap he would grab me and pull
me back into position, and sometimes in the commotion
his hand would make contact where the damp pantie
covered my pussy. It was odd that I'd wanted him to
spank me, but at least I was getting his undivided
attention. 

     "Ouch Daddy, that hurts!" I complained. My ass
jiggled with every slap.

     "It's for the best Mallory."

     A hard mound rose up in his pants beneath me,
just like during the spanking when I was twelve. It had
confused me back then, this time it was a thrill, it
meant the sight of my bottom had turned him on, it
meant that I was desirable as a girl, even to my dad.
He became bigger and harder underneath me with each
passing minute, and I became blatant in the way I moved
my hips in a circle, rubbing my clitoris around the
mound. I knew I was tormenting him, but it was all his
fault, if he wasn't spanking me then I wouldn't be
acting this way.

     He stopped spanking me and held my thigh near
the edge of the pantie, my teddy bear stared at me from
the corner of the bed, the skin on my bottom ached like
it was sunburned. My dad gently massaged the exact
places he had so deviously punished, and I spread my
legs in relief and looked back over my shoulder at the
very moment his fingers moved over the thin pantie
fabric between my legs. This time it was no accidental
bump, my dad was seriously rubbing my pussy, and I was
looking into his eyes as he did it do me.

     "You're wet Mallory, apparently you like to be
disciplined, perhaps I should spank you some more."

     "You like spanking me, don't you Daddy."

     "This if for your benefit, not mine, now stand
up in front of me."

     I followed his orders and got up. My dad saw me
staring at the mountainous mound in his pants, but he
looked at me as well, from head to foot, and he took
careful notice of my nipples standing up like pretty
pencil erasers just before he pulled the tee shirt over
my head. Now I was topless and the pounding of my heart
shook the inside of my ribcage when he saw how my
pantie had become wedged into my wet slit, and I gasped
in shock when he wrapped his fingers around the
waistband of my pantie and pulled it down to my feet.

     My dad guided me back across his lap. This
time I placed one of my legs underneath his leg and the
other one on top, that way I would have him in a
scissors between my thighs. I felt humiliated that he
would be looking right into my pussy during the
spanking, but I was so excited that it didn't matter.
Was this the reason that I had tricked him into
spanking me? I felt like I didn't know myself anymore,
and I didn't care either, I only wanted more of his
personal attention.

     "If you're going to do this Daddy, then do me
right."

     "Young lady, you will never forget this
spanking."

     SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, "Ouch oh, AAAIEEE," I
wailed.

     This time my dad spanked me harder and I cried
out louder, the pain was worse without the pantie. He
raised his hand high above me and then brought it
crashing down on my burning ass, my flesh jiggled like
pudding with each torturous slap, and my only relief
was in pressing my crotch against him, which sent a
bolt of pleasure through my clitoris that blotted out
my anguish. After a while the pain and pleasure blended
together and I lost the ability to distinguish one from
the other, I just humped him like crazy no matter what
he did to me.

     Feelings of frustration had gnawed at me when I
was at Isabelle's house, watching her have all the fun.
It was like I was in a competition with her, I didn't
want to be outdone by my rival, so I made no protest
when my dad stopped spanking me and slid  his hand down
between my legs. I was wet as a monsoon down there and
his finger easily glided between my pussy lips and then
inside of me. My dad was really fingering me now, and I
was so excited that I didn't comprehend what else was
happening until I looked back at him and saw his head
bent down over my bottom - the delicious feeling I had
been enjoying was my anus responding to the tip of his
tongue.

     "Oooohhh Daddy, what are you doing to me?"

     "This is what happens to bad girls."

     My dad's wiggling tongue circled my anus,
transmitting terrific tingles up my anal corridor, and
as if that wasn't enough he had to finger-fuck me at
the same time. I was kind of shocked that he was
getting me in both places at once. Then he reached
underneath me and did something and when he lowered me
back down I felt his bare cock-flesh stretched out hard
between my legs. He resumed spanking me and I got back
at him by shamelessly rubbing my pussy all over his
man-meat.

     "More Daddy! I'm a bad girl," I yelled in a
state of of delirium.

     He blasted my bouncing bottom with a seemingly
endless barrage of spanks, then he suddenly stopped and
went back to molesting me, pain and pleasure melded
together in a sensuous stew, his mouth and tongue
tantalizingly touched my bottom again, and this time
my back door opened up and my dad slid his tongue
inside me. Once he was in there a little bit I was
able to relax even more and he squiggled his tongue
inward as far as it would go and I trembled on top of
him with the intense feelings rippling through rectum.

     "Mmmmmm Daddy, it feels soooo good."

     "You are a horny little girl."

     I was only in the ninth grade but lots of guys
had already tried to fuck me. None of them had gotten
what they wanted. Even my science teacher, Mr. Watson,
made a move on me one day after class, but I wouldn't
let him do it to me either. A grade wasn't worth that
much. Now here I was in my bedroom, alone and naked
with my dad. He took off his clothes and picked me up
and lay me on the bed where I let him spread my legs
apart, he was so full of surprises that I didn't know
what to expect next. It was a joy to see his head down
there, his tongue flicked and sucked my clitoris, his
fingers slid between the wet walls of my pussy. Shivers
of forbidden pleasure replaced rational thought, I was
glad that I had waited for the right guy.

     "You make me feel so good Daddy."

     "Now I understand your behavior Mallory. You
have unmet sexual needs."

     "It's driving me crazy Daddy, help me."

     There was a look of lust in Hideki's eyes just
before he took Isabelle, and I now saw that same fire
in the eyes of my dad. I wondered if he ever gazed at
mom like that, or if the look was special just for me.
The clock said it was a little after 8:30 PM, my teddy
bear stared at me and shared this moment with me, my
friends at school would be doing homework or watching
television. I cried out at the top of my lungs, but
there was nobody else in the house to hear me, to share
in the secret that my dad had put himself inside me.

     "OOOOHHHH DAAADY!"

     "My little girl's pussy needs a cock."

     "Yeeesss Daddy, oh, aaahhh," I babbled as I
felt his hard presence filling me up.

     It hurt at first but that faded away as I
opened myself up both physically and emotionally. The
long strokes of my dad's cock swept a tsunami of
pleasure over my body, a sense of relief through my
mind. He held me tight, I spread my legs, he did it
to me again and again, in and out, countless
penetrations, deep inside my pussy. This wasn't
something my mom would approve of, but I would never
tell her. It was my decision, I caused all this to
happen, I let my dad fuck me, it was none of my mom's
business. There are some things that fathers and
daughters keep secret between themselves. 

     "Aaaahhhh Daddy, I love you inside me."

     "I bet you do, you're a horny little girl."

     "I know you'll satisfy me Daddy. Can you tell
this is my first time? I wanted you to be the one to
show me how, that's what I was talking about earlier."

     "I know Mallory, I've wanted you for a long
time too."

     "Why didn't you say something?"

     That question never got answered, but I didn't
care because my dad and his cock were hard at work
relieving my unsatisfied cravings. Now I understand how
Isabelle felt when she abandoned herself underneath
Hideki. I felt the same way as I spread my legs and
opened myself to receive the hundreds of cock-thrusts
that my dad was delivering inside my fifteen year old
pussy. The juice oozed out of me and dripped down
across my anus, and sometimes my cunt made a slurping
sound.

     "I will never forget this night," I said.

     I had become my dad's fuck-toy, I slavishly and
mindlessly did whatever he wanted, I gave it no second
thought when he rolled me over on my stomach, I didn't
consider where it might lead when his tongue paid a
repeat visit to my anus, all I cared about was the
rolling waves of pleasure flowing deep inside my
rectum.

     He took my hand lotion from the nightstand and
pulled my cheeks apart as I lay on my stomach. The
lotion smelled good when he spread it on my tingling
back-door, I relaxed and this time he put his finger
into me and moved it in and out, like he was fucking my
butt, and I guess he really was.

     "Ooohhh Daddy, what's happening to me?"

     I was only remotely aware that he was
positioning himself over my backside, I didn't bother
to consider what might be coming my way next, I felt
him pushing the tip of his hard man-meat against my
tight little anus, but my back door was involuntarily
clamped shut and he couldn't get in there. How
embarrassing! I clung to my teddy bear and tried to
relax, I felt like a failure because I couldn't give
him what he wanted. Then he pushed a little harder and
it was like that part of my body had a mind of its own
and it opened up and suddenly he was inside me.

     "Ooohhh Daddy, I never imagined... AAAAHHHH!"

     "This is what happens when you're a bad girl."

     "It kind of hurts Daddy, you're so big in
there."

     "I'll be gentle. Let me know how you feel."

     He kept his word and didn't move at all for a
while. He just lay over me with the tip of his cock
barely inside my butt. A girl's body can do amazing
things, and in time I got used to having him there, it
even started to feel good and I think that I was the
one who started moving a little bit and he must have
taken that as a signal because he pushed it further
into me and needless to say I never had anything that
size go in there before, but he was careful and didn't
hurt me. I gripped my teddy bear and moaned while my
dad slid his cock in and out of my ass. This was a very
different experience from getting my pussy fucked, I
was glad to be with a man who cared about how it felt
to me.

     "I bet mom loves it when you do her this way."

     "Unfortunately your mother doesn't enjoy sex."

     "What's the matter with her?"

     "She sees it as a duty rather than a pleasure."

     "That's weird."

     I reached underneath myself and toyed with my
clitoris until I trembled and moaned incoherently. My
body was completely open to him now, his cock made
gentle strokes deep inside my butt, my pillow was wet
with drool. Some of the girls at school hadn't even
been fingered yet, and here I was doing everything.

     We lay there moving together like it was an
endless slow-dance, and then I heard his breathing
change and his moans became more intense and he
squeezed me extra tight and gently pushed his cock deep
inside me, there was a rippling shudder that went
through his body and I felt his cock pulsing with the
hot fluids exploding out the tip and I knew my dad was
shooting his sperm deep inside my ass.

     "Oh Mallory," he moaned, "I love you."

     "I love you too, Daddy."

     We lay together for a while and then cleaned up
and went downstairs and found the casserole burned to a
crisp in the oven. When my mom came home she was
furious about the ruined dinner and my dad made up some
crazy excuse about us forgetting about it because we
were working on a project in the garage. It all worked
out for the best though, we ended up having pizza
delivered which is my favorite.

     The next morning I waited for Isabelle to come
out of her house so we could walk to school together.
There's a trail though a wooded area that comes out
near the school which we normally never use but this
morning I talked Isabelle into taking it. I walked
behind her and watched her skirt swishing below her
backpack. Once we were far enough into the woods to be
completely hidden I stopped her and held her against a
tree where I kissed her and put my hand under her
skirt. Her little pussy was still juicy from the night
before and her kiss was on fire like she had missed me
all night long.

     "Mallory, you won't tell anyone about what
happened with me and my dad, will you?"

     "I'll keep your secret Isabelle, if you keep
mine."

     "What secret? I didn't know you had one."

     I inserted my finger inside Isabelle's pussy
and looked into her blazing black eyes. Her little
mouth opened with look of innocent surprise at being
groped before she even got to school.

     "Isabelle, I let my dad fuck me last night."

     "Mallory, you amaze me. This means you and I
are the same. My lips are sealed forever. Hey, maybe we
should swap dads sometime... just joking."

     "That never occurred to me, but now that you
mention it..." We both giggled and resumed walking to
school.

     The trail came back out onto the street about a
hundred yards from the school parking lot and we walked
the rest of the way on the sidewalk. Officer Flanagan
drove by in his police car and waved. I think he likes
us. When we got up to the school door Isabelle gave my
hand a quick squeeze and looked at me with those
beautiful dark eyes before going off to her first
class.

     A lot can happen in a night. I wasn't the same
girl anymore, but I didn't know who it was that I had
become. I should feel satisfied, and in a way I do, but
at the same time Isabelle's little sister, Jodie, keeps
coming back into my mind. She is so cute. I just can't
wait to get my hands on her.


The End

  
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