* * * *

Disclaimer: If you are easily offended by blatant sexual stories, are under 18, or have a heart condition, don’t read this. If it is illegal in your state to possess this literature, then don’t possess. All within is pure fiction - I guess.

* * * *

“They were the hunters… and I was their prey. The traps they set were Rufies, and I was so hungry, I went for the bait. If I was the fox, boys… and my Dad, were the hunters. And when I was captured, I could surely expect to get mounted.”

Well, it was two weeks until my birthday, the not-so-sweet fifteenth, and I just about destroyed my dad with that damn tape. Why in the world hadn’t I just destroyed it? But what was still working at my mind was the Rufies. Why would Dad take them out of my trash and set them on my bureau like he had? This talk he wanted to have was going to be one eye-popping, mind-boggling pow wow.

I didn’t bother calling Skip yet, since Dad was cool and hadn’t gone ballistic. I wanted to have our talk first and find out what was going on in Dad’s head. He grabbed me after supper and we went into my room for the talk. We had most of our father-daughter talks in my room. I think Dad thought it made me more able to open up to him. I thumped down on my bed facing the foot and Dad grabbed my chair and sat two feet in front of me. He was having trouble starting, so I pointed to the bottle of pills still setting on my bureau and asked, “So why aren’t those still in my trash?”

“We’ll get to those in a while”, he said, “but first, let’s talk about your new ‘hobby’. You know what I saw bothered me a great deal. But I have to remember that in my day, I played ‘doctor’ at a lot younger age than you are now. You told me you liked it, and that you weren’t forced into it. If that’s true, than I know there’s not much I can do to stop you from doing it again. I could probably get you to lie to me now, but I’d rather know that we can still tell each other the truth. So, I’ll go first.”

“When I was sixteen, I went out with a girl for over a year. She was the kind of girl that could tease the hell out of a guy, without even trying. One day she told me I could have sex with her, but only if I took it. Fearing a little that she was kidding, and a lot that she might be serious, I did nothing. For the next couple of weeks, she did all she could to torment the hell out of me, until I was ready to explode. Finally, I threatened to tie her down and have my way with her. Well, the look in her eye told me that I had finally hit upon what it was that she had been hinting at. So, one day while my parents were out, I playfully started to tie her hands to the bedposts of my bed. To my surprise, she held still while I did it. She would suggest things not to do to her, that she actually wanted me to do to her. Like telling me how I better not gag her. Yet, she willingly opened here mouth when I put a shirt into it.”

“My point is simple. I know where you’re coming from, and at my age, I can understand the thrill in it for you. But it scares the hell out of me as to what might have happened while you were out of it. Like I told you earlier; if you’re going to have sex, I would rather you do it here. Let me know I should take a walk, and I’ll find something outside of the house to do for a while.” Dad asked me if I understood, and I couldn’t speak, but nodded for him. Then he went on to say one last thing that sent me over the edge of belief. He said, “But if you ever use those pills again, I want to be within hearing distance. I want to make sure you don’t end up dead. And I don’t care if you’re a little bit embarrassed, you know how much I love you, and I would die if anything happened to you. Now, I want a promise, a solemn promise, that if you ever take those again, I’ll be close by to watch over you.”

My mouth dropped open a little; I looked to the floor, and twisted my jaw from side-to-side. Finally, I looked at Dad and bit my lip, then said, “I promise, but I couldn’t ever use those around you. They just made certain things possible… well, you know. Like your girlfriend, I can’t come right out and admit it… not saying some things, make everything seem so much hotter. But I promise that at least for a while, Skip will have to be happy coming over here. But are you really sure, you want to know when?”

Dad said, “Well, if you want privacy… but I guess if you shut your door and don’t make a bunch of noise, I won’t know anything anyway. So, on to the pills. Pills are expensive, and a huge risk. You never know what you’re getting off the street. But you know what those particular ones are like, and that’s just a little better than thinking you’ll try new ones that might be stronger, or poison.” We gave each other a big hug, and just stayed like that for the longest time. When he left, I put the vial of pills on the shelf directly in front of my bed. I’m not sure why, it just seemed like they should stay in plain sight for a while.

I knew I had to tell Skip about everything that had happened today, but knew if I told him over the phone, that he might never come by. So, I called him and invited him over. When he got to my house, I made sure Dad was there to open the door. He gave Skip a major once over, but was kind and didn’t say anything about what he really wanted to bitch at him about. I thanked Dad for being such a wonderful daddy, and led Skip to my bedroom. I practically had to pull him into my bedroom, the off limits zone for almost all boyfriends.

When I told him about the tape, all he could see or think about was jail. When I finally got him to calm down and somewhat understand things, something I was still having trouble with, I pointed to the pills. I said, “He found those too, and he knows what they are and how they were used.” It took almost an hour to get him to understand my dads’ point of view. But finally, I think as I sought to explain it all to him, I understood it much better myself. But I had to put it to the test, and make sure Dad was telling me the straight truth from his heart. So, when I heard him leaving the bathroom next to my room, I asked him if he could bring us some sodas. When he brought them back, to Skip’s horror and mild heart attack, I made sure I was topless, pretending to be changing. Dad and Skip looked at each other; Dad knowing I was testing the waters, and Skip in fear for his life. But Dad was perfect and didn’t act as if there was a thing wrong, and went on his way.

I snuck out to give my dad a big hug and apologized. He said he knew I was testing him. And then he pointed out that Skip was probably thinking more about why I would expose myself to her dad then getting caught topless with the boyfriend present. I hadn’t thought about that aspect. I made Skip promise to stay cool with everything and not start bragging to all his friends. After all, what he did was still a crime, that could be reported at anytime.

I made sure that nothing happened for the next week. After all, I wasn’t going to turn into a whore, just because I could. Dad got me a doctor’s appointment, and I got on the pill. I deliberately went to a party with Skip on the weekend. I told him if he was going to get to do anything with me, that I wanted to keep to my promise, so we went to my house. Dad was surprised to see us back so soon, but I told him I was making good on my promise. He asked if I wanted him to leave, and I told him we might fool around a little, but the BC was still unnecessary. I promised to keep any ‘icky’ noises to a minimum. He chastised me a little and said he didn’t consider young love, ‘icky’.

But testing the waters had a negative effect on me as well. Letting Skip feel me up a little only heightened my desire to be taken again. I had an over powering desire to be at the mercy of his hands and desires. Even as we lay on the bed, with his hands fumbling away at the crotch of my panties, I stared at the pills on the shelf. I finally figured out why Dad had saved the pills. He knew I had opened a door that wasn’t going to be easy to close. After Skip left, I hung out with Dad to see what might be on his mind. All he asked was, “Did you have a good time?” I told him we just played around a little, and he said, “I meant, at the party.”

Dad wanted to know if I had made any plans for the next weekend, being that it was my birthday. I told him I had none yet. He told me he wanted to take me out for a fabulous meal, and that Skip was even welcomed. When he saw me hesitate at putting Skip in that position, he said, “Hey, I haven’t said a nasty word yet, or taken any punches have I?” I smiled and told him I would love to have my two guys all to myself for the night. Dad told me that it would be an early dinner. I was going to be fifteen, and the last thing a fifteen year old girl wanted, was to hang out with her dad on her birthday. He expected me to want to be with Skip. Of course, he was right. It was just that after all my dad had been put through; I was trying to be especially nice to him.

But Dad had some of his own surprises for me. I got home from hanging out at the mall early one day and Dad was in the living room watching TV. Not so unusual, but he seemed somewhat nervous. He switched off the TV as I put my stuff away and was hobbling off to his room as I came in. Everything seemed just a little too off key to me. While he was in his room, I grabbed the remote and turned on the TV to see what he had been watching. It was just a movie, and I wondered what would have made him nervous about that. Then I thought that maybe I had caught him in a ‘tender’ moment and switched on the VCR. My eyes popped as I saw myself on the screen with Skip between my legs. He had not only saved the tape, but was jerking off to it. I had no idea what to do or think, so I shut everything off and went to my room to ponder this discovery.

The idea that my own father was playing with himself while he watched me getting molested seemed so nasty, and so unlike my dad. I wanted to ask him so badly, but I couldn’t embarrass him like that, so I just kept my eyes open. When he went out later that afternoon, I had to snoop around some. Sure enough, the tape was gone when I checked the VCR again. So, I checked out his bedroom. I found the tape in his closet, hidden under a bunch of books. I placed the tape in such a way that I could see if it had been moved. I wanted to keep an eye on it for a while and see just how often it got moved. By Thursday, I had seen it move everyday. I was rather surprised to know that my own dad wad getting off on watching me having sex, or better said, getting sexed up.

Throughout the week, as I was becoming aware of my dad’s use of the tape, I decided to give him a little more to think about. I let him ‘catch’ me in different states of dress. He even got a full frontal of me when I set him up to see me getting ready to take a shower. As ashamed as I could see him feeling, he was taking it all in. It was then that I realized that Dad didn’t have a very active sex life. I realized I was probably the only girl/woman he was getting a gander of on a regular basis. So, since he was being so understanding of my desires, I settled into being understanding of his.

I spent the whole week so fucking horny with all that was going on, and the more I saw the pills sitting on my shelf, the more I knew I wanted to be under their spell again. By midday on Friday, I knew I had to tell Dad, so I went to his bedroom and plopped down in front of him. I started out, “Dad, I know you aren’t going to like this much, but tomorrow is my birthday, and I haven’t been able to get something off my mind all week. I promised I’d let you know… so here goes. I want to have Skip over, and take a pill again. I’m sorry!”

Dad was a little put off, but came back with, “Well, you know I won’t be leaving you all alone. Just keep your door shut and I won‘t see a thing. But, you better believe I’ll be listening now and then. If I hear one bad sound, I’ll be in there. So, make sure you keep you’re little playmate in line.” I smiled and told him I would love knowing he was hovering around. He wanted to know if Skip would be having any guests this time, and I told him probably not. Then, he asked, “And if you make another porno this time, make sure it stays here. I like the idea of what you said of having proof that he stayed nice during your interludes, but I don’t want any tapes getting out on the street.” I almost took that as a suggestion and asked him if he thought it was a good idea to keep an eye on Skip that way. He thought for a brief moment and responded with, “As long as the tape doesn’t leave, yeah.”

Right away, I knew we would be taping anything that happened in the future. My dad was going to get to see that nothing bad happened to me for himself… probably, over and over again. I suddenly realized I was steaming in my own heat, and meandered away to my bedroom to take care of my problem. As I lay on my bed, frigging away at my clit with one hand while the other fingered away at my slit, I couldn’t get away from the thought of my dad watching as I got toyed with by a boy. I even imagined him standing in the room as it was done to me. I had such an orgasm, unlike any other I had so far, thinking of my dad jerking his own hardon while watching. I wondered just what his prick looked like hard. I had seen it unexpectedly a couple of times when it was soft, but never hard.

I went out for just a short party visit with Skip that night. We planned all the necessary details, including bringing over his camera. Skip told me he was going to have to leave a little early, around ten o’clock. He had to go with his own dad somewhere. So I told him that when he had to leave to just cover me up and leave. We even talked about one of the other two boys coming over for a quick visit, but blew it off as too inconvenient, at least this time. I think Skip and I were coming to grips with being into something quite kinky, that was probably best kept as secret as possible.

The next day I awoke with such a smile. I knew it was going to be a day to remember, but I had no idea to the extent of what would be happening by the end of my fifteenth birthday. There was a present waiting for me on the table. I thanked Dad, but he threw his hands into the air and said, “I have no idea who it’s from. It was on the doorstep this morning.” I opened it as slowly as if it were a bomb. Even before getting into it, I knew it was from Mom. I could tell her wrapping. It had a preprinted card, signed simply, Mom. Inside was a makeup kit, very generic. Dad didn’t understand, but makeup is very personal to a girl. She might as well sent nothing and just kept staying away with all the thought that had went into buying it.

Normally, my dad gave me my present only after cake. But when he saw how let down and abandoned I felt yet again by Mom, he brought out his gift. I told him I could wait, but he insisted. So I opened the card. It was one he made himself. He knew how much I loved that little bit of extra effort. He made it look like a yearbook, and I found out that he had actually hunted down a bunch of my friends and got them to sign it in yearbook fashion. I nearly started to cry at his effort. Inside, he wrote: It’s plain to see I’m losing my little girl, but luckily, I’m gaining such a beautiful young woman in her place. But to assure I’ll never be without her sweet little whine ever, I got you this gift. I sneered at him and I whined at him, ‘I don’t whine’. As I opened the box, I knew I couldn’t expect much. We weren’t rich and gifts in our house were always fairly modest. But my dad always had a way of overcoming the need for money.

When I got into the outer box, I saw what was on the gift box inside. My eyes welled up with tears, and I asked him if it was really in the right box. When he nodded, I dropped it and hugged him so fucking hard, and tears just ran down my eyes. I couldn’t open my eyes as I hugged him so tight. I knew he couldn’t afford this present, but it meant so much knowing how hard he worked to make my life that of any other girls. He pushed me away finally: and made me promise to use it, whenever I was down, or lonely, or just needed someone to talk to. I nodded my head, as this would have been one of those times the words would have devalued my thoughts. Besides, it might have physically hurt me to speak, I was so choked with emotion.

When I finally got enough tears wiped from my eyes to see straight, I finished opening it. My friends wouldn’t understand how big of a gift this was to me, but it was one I would never forget. It was just the same stupid little cell phone that every other girl already had, but the meaning it held was so much more cherished to me. I promised to never go over my limit, no matter what it was, and that I would never go anywhere without it. I added, “A girl never knows when she’s going to be in a dire need to talk to her daddy.” Now his eyes were welling up. He suggested I call my mom to thank her for remembering my birthday… all I could say was maybe later. She was always such a let down, and would demean Dad for his present to me for trying to outdo her.

In the afternoon, it turned out he had managed to find Skip’s phone number and asked him to come over a little early. Despite knowing what he would be doing to me later, he treated him very nicely. He had asked him over to present my cake to me. Skip thought that was really cool of Dad, considering what he had found out so recently. After we did the ceremonial cutting of the cake, I had to go get ready for our dinner out. I took Skip to my room as I got ready for a shower. He seemed so shy as I undressed in front of him, well, my back to him. As I was in the shower, Dad knocked at the door and asked Skip if he liked the kind of food he had planned to take me for, and he said anything was fine. Dad told me later how he was rather antsy when he noticed all the clothes I had just been wearing were on the floor beside him.

We had a great dinner at my favorite steak house. They have everything in a traveling buffet that they bring to your table and serve you. Dad and Skip got along very well. I wondered just how Dad would have felt if he knew I was going to give Skip permission to use my mouth again… perhaps all the way. But I figured that he was so sweet the way he cleaned me up after the last time, that since he wasn’t going to get my pussy on my birthday, I would at least let him enjoy himself another way. By the time we got home, it was eight o’clock. I got Skip and me sodas, and we headed for my room. I gave him my soda after taking a sip, and told him to take the honors. I knew he would spike it while I went to see Dad, but he was in the bathroom. When I got back, his smile told me to drink up. I chugged that cola like a beer, as time was wasting away. Then I went to find Dad and thank him for such a great day, and the wonderful presents. He wondered why presents were pluralized, and I said, “Skip!”

Dad asked if things were still going to go the way I had told him they were, and I said it had already started. I told him things might get quiet in an hour, and he seemed to know what I meant. He told me to be careful, to warn Skip a last time about hurting his little girl, and to call him if I needed help. I thought, ‘I won’t be able to utter a word in an hour’. I asked Dad to check in on me after Skip left, and he told me I could count on it. I had gone over with him the effects and how they worked. I didn’t tell him all the true details as to how it really worked. I had a reason for that, and it would soon work to my benefit.

When I went back to my room, Skip was just finishing setting up the camera. I moved it to put it out of site on my bureau. It felt too intrusive. Then I proceeded to tease the hell out of him. He wasn’t going to get to do anything but kiss me, until it was time… the time when I wouldn’t be able to say ‘no’. I told him that since he had been a ‘proper gentleman’ the last time and cleaned me up after having made such a mess of me, that he could explore my mouth again. He grinned like the Cheshire cat. This time, the last thing I was able to say to him was, “I hope you have a good time. I’d better!” As I felt him kissing my neck, I became less able to stop his hands, until I finally felt my arms being raised to allow him to be able to get my halter off. My nipples grew hard instantly at his touch. I could feel my eyes closing as he was starting to take my shorts off.

Skip sat next to me on the bed and rubbed me all over. I had told him how I would lose feeling in my lower legs and forearms, so he was being sweet and massaging them for me. I knew they would still go numb on me in a little while, but the thought was what counted. I had also told him how it was such a great and wild feeling to see myself being manipulated for his purposes. I guessed that was what he was trying to do when I saw my legs being lifted into the air, as he bent down between my legs. I could see him this time though, because I had put an extra pillow under my head. He looked so contented as he fingered my lips and slit. His eyes were wide at his exploration of my pussy. Then he brought his lips to the flat spot to one side of my pussy lips and licked me softly. His eyes were looking for any response I might offer.

I realized I could still squeeze my pussy muscles just a little bit, and it was driving me crazy trying to grab his finger with them. As I watched him enjoying me, I could feel his fingers toying with the soft membrane of my hymen. I wondered if he even knew that he was rubbing my hymen, or that it was that soft tissue he was massaging at the moment. I wished that he would tear it away right now, I wanted him to fuck me so badly; but I had been so adamant at telling him not to, that I was sure he wouldn’t.

He spent so wonderfully long eating me out, pushing my legs out and up, twisting my body for his benefit. He was getting me so close to an orgasm, but I couldn’t tighten the necessary muscles to accomplish it. It was like riding right alongside the edge of one all the time. I shuddered in my mind as I saw him lift one leg and kiss from my crotch to my knee and licking his way back down; then switch to my other leg. When he had all he could take, he stood over me and stripped slowly so I could see him. His cock looked so amazingly hard. As I watched it waggle in the air as he moved, I wished he would fall between my legs, risk my ire, and screw my brains out. But instead he kneeled over my chest, and I knew I was going to get it in my mouth again. His cock looked so much bigger this time. I felt my head being hoisted and the pillows rearranged under my head to hold it higher. All the time all I could see was his magnificent cock bobbing in front of my face. With the fingers of his left hand, he opened my mouth and slid his cock into my mouth with his other. Again, it felt as if he was trying to pry my teeth away from the tender skin of his shaft.

This time I guess he felt more comfortable knowing he had my permission to fuck me in the mouth. He leaned forward over my head and angled himself to get full use of me. All I could see was his pubic hair, and a little of his prick coming and going from the hole he was using just below my eyes. It made me feel so wild being used for his pleasure like I was an inanimate object. Whoops, I guess I was. Hearing his moaning of approval of how my mouth was making him feel, I felt like I was providing my boyfriend with something he certainly wasn’t going to get anyplace else.

As I was getting my mouth probed, I wondered what his friends would feel like in the same place. I sort of wished we had of invited one of them to stop by. Then Skip sat up, and grabbed the base of his cock as he continued pumping at me. I realized he was about to cum and tried to prepare myself to taste him. I didn’t think I would, because I hadn’t the last time. I sort of wish I could, just to know what sperm tasted like. I did feel a warming sensation in my mouth as he groaned rather loudly. His body started to spasm and jerked seemingly involuntarily. When he pulled himself from my mouth, I could see a globular string of his stuff clinging to his prick, evidently still attached to my mouth. It was so surreal when I saw his hand push my head to one side and start to swab my mouth out with the wet facecloth we had prepared and left by the bed. But this time it seemed so sensual the way he gingerly opened my mouth and ran his fingers around inside it. I wondered what it would feel like if I let him do this to me fully conscious. I knew I was going to have to find out fairly soon.

To rest up, he lay beside me and went back to rubbing me, and making out with my lifeless body. I was wondering if he was finished with me. I could hardly feel anything anymore, so I figured I was at the zenith where I would max out on numbness, and then start to slowly regain the feeling in my body. He started to kiss me all over my face, and then worked himself on top of me. I felt my legs being spread again and realized he was in between them. I was wondering if he was trying to fuck me, and hoped that at this point he wasn’t. I couldn’t feel anything at all down there and would be missing out on my first time. I could tell my body was being pushed at in a steady rhythmic motion and was sure he was fucking me.

After several minutes, he groaned his relief again and lay still on me. I was having a little trouble breathing from his weight. After a moment he got up and I could see he was wiping between my legs. I thought this must be what a baby sees during a diaper change. It was so sweet watching him cleaning me up. I was a little sad that I had lost my virginity, and never got to feel a thing of that wonderful pain I was told to expect.

I could tell he was getting dressed and thought it must be time for him to leave. That was confirmed when he took a final grope of my body and kissed my face several times. He pulled the covers over me and I could tell he was trying to get me to understand something, but I had no idea what. Then he was gone.

I was going to try to keep from passing out, because I knew Dad would be in to check on me in just a few minutes. I just had to see his face to understand what he thought about all this freaky shit I had brought into his peaceful little world. I could tell as I lay there waiting, that I was indeed getting some feeling back into me. I felt warm from the blanket over me, and wished I had told Skip to leave me uncovered. But then, Dad would probably prefer seeing a bit of chivalry from my boyfriend.

I could tell from the shadows in the room that my dad must have come in to check on me. His hand felt my forehead, and went over my cheek. He checked the pulse in my neck and I was beginning to feel so bad, as if he was seeing if his daughter still had any life in her. Then I felt very weird as he lifted the blanket off me; I guess to inspect for any signs of abuse. He let the blanket fall over me again. But he didn’t seem to leave the room.

A few minutes later Dad came back and felt my forehead again, then looked into my eyes. I could tell he sat next to me on the bed. I felt like I was leaning toward falling off the bed. Then my heart raced as I felt the blanket being pulled off me again. It was pulled all the way to my feet. I could see Dad looking over my body as if he were inspecting it. I could see his hand as it went between my legs and did something to me. I struggled to feel what he was doing, but the most I could do was see him running a couple of fingers over my pussy. Then they went up and out of view. A second or two later, he repeated the act. As they were pulled back up, I realized he was either sniffing his fingers… or licking them. He repeated the act a number of times and had no idea I was aware of what he was doing to me. But I was certainly aware and getting rather hot at the thought of my dad wanting to taste me like he was apparently doing. I wished I could tell him that his daughter was still a mess from having lost her virginity.

Dad ran his hand over my pussy, up my torso, and fingered my left nipple. It got quite hard for him and I was starting to feel things in my upper body. My mind was still in a fog, but his hand was quickly bringing me back from it. He spent several minutes rubbing and squeezing my tiny breasts in his hand, and tweaking my nipples between his fingers. Then he slid his hand up my neck and across my left cheek. I saw him reach down and pull the blanket back over my nude body. I couldn’t believe I just got felt up by my own father. But it had been such a soft touching, and I didn’t feel bad that he had done it at all. As a matter of fact; knowing how much he had been getting off on watching my body being molested on the last tape, I was sort of glad he was getting his own feel of me.

I felt him sit back on the bed and saw him pull my hand from under the blanket. I could see by the way he was holding my hand that he was just sitting with me, waiting for me to wake up. I was just starting to get feeling into my fingers as I saw him move my hand off to my right. After a little while, I could feel what he was really doing with my hand. My fingers were being held in a curled fashion, around something quite warm. He was holding my hand over his own erection, I figured to get a sense of what a hand job from me might feel like.

I got a ticklish feel in my throat, and was trying for some time to cough, or anything to relieve the feeling. I finally managed a slight vibration to make my throat twitch a little. I could feel my hand fall off my Dad’s lap, and he looked into my face. The next thing I knew, I was having my face washed with a cool cloth, and Dad was talking to me. He gradually helped me to sit up, and as the blanket fell away from my chest, he left it where it lay. I turned to hang onto him with my arms around his neck. Feeling my bare tits against his chest felt so wonderful. I knew I wasn’t going to tell him that I knew of the liberties he had taken with me. I was glad that he got his own taste of what his daughter was like.

As I woke up and assured him that Skip had been a nice boy, I was trying to decide if I should give him the tape that had been made. I could see the little red dot from the camera, indicating that is was still running. But I had a problem; I wanted Dad to get the tape before I saw it so he would think I didn‘t know of his exploits, but then he would also see Skip taking my virginity. I stalled for time by going to the bathroom. As I wiped myself after peeing, I realized something was missing; blood. I felt between my lips and probed myself well. I smiled as I felt that special soft membrane that said, ‘girl, you’re still a virgin’. I had thought for sure that he had fucked me.

So I went back to my bedroom, and grabbed the camera. My Dad’s face went somber as he realized he had been caught on the tape. I took it out and handed it to my dad. I told him, “I know he was a good boy, so could you destroy this for me.” That took all the heat off him and he felt safe again. I asked him if he would be too ashamed to watch some TV with me, and he said he would be delighted too. I curled up next to him on the couch and knew now that when I cuddled up to him, he did indeed appreciate being close to me. It had been such a great birthday.

Click here for other chapters or more stories.