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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 
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THE LITTLE SCHEMER ©July 2001

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.


Chapter One
Even before my first menstrual period, which arrived near my twelfth birthday 
when the hair around my puss was no more than fluff, I felt sex was going to play 
a significant part in my life.  But I had no idea just how significant it would be 
until several years later.        

Not  that my  mother  had anything  to  do with  those feelings for she never spoke  
about that 'dirty subject' as she  described it,  when my  period  came and  I went 
into hysterics.   She simply handed me  my first pad and told me to  change  it 
when  I  needed  to  until it  stopped bleeding.   I  remember her response when I 
looked at her not knowing what to do with this thick piece of tissue paper.  "Put it 
inside  your  underwear," she  had  said  and turned  away quickly.

No, I learned  nothing from her about sex  or life in general but to give her some  
credit, she was only with us for another two years before she  and Dad were killed 
in a boating accident.  I  never knew what being  an orphan was until that tragic 
day. The whole world seemed to explode in my face as I realised there was no 
one to care for me any more. That's when Dad's brother, Uncle Ben, came into 
my life. He took me home and I lived with he and Aunt Patricia from then on.

I often wondered if I was a jinx or something because not  a year  later,  Aunt 
Patricia  went  to hospital  and never came home.   Uncle Ben said it  was 
women's disease, whatever that meant. I had never got on with Aunt Patricia 
anyway for she seemed strange somehow, and she never allowed me to feel part 
of her family.  There was never  a smile or  a good word spoken  by her not  even 
to Uncle Ben.  While I grieved  for Mum and Dad dreadfully, I never felt any real 
sorrow when Aunt Patricia neither died, nor did Uncle Ben, I thought.

Uncle Ben was  quite different and taught  me how to get  over the  loss  of  my 
parents.   We  had  fun and  I thought he became  happier after his wife  died.  Of 
course there  were   lots  of  times   I  saw  him   weeping  just afterwards,  but  he 
seemed  to  get  over his  loss  much quicker than I did, over my parents deaths.

He was no more help than my mother in  my understanding of sex though and 
openly admitted that it  always embarrassed him when I asked any question even 
verging  on the subject.  The good thing  however, was  that he  loved  me dearly  
and we  had become best friends in the three years I'd lived with him.

I'm now fifteen and my sex education came from my school friends.  There were 
four of us including me and we did virtually everything together.  No, we didn't 
practice sex together but we did  talk about it constantly, snigger and giggle  when 
we asked  outrageous questions or  made a suggestive remark about the boys or 
one of the teachers.

I guess it was Evelyn Kimpton who taught us more about sex and men than 
anyone else.  She was a year higher than us and seemed a bit of  a loner.  We 
knew her but had little contact until one day  she surprised us by sneaking up  
when we were  in one of our  huddles giggling at some risqué joke one of the girls 
was telling.

"I  could get  you  expelled for  talking like  that, Kimberley Hayes," she said to 
my friend which made us  all jump back in shock at being caught out.

"I'm sorry, Eve..."

"Cut the crap.  I'm not  going to tell tales,' Evelyn said.  "But I want to hear the 
end of the story."

I remember  how Kimberley turned as  red as beetroot.

"I couldn't," she stammered.

"Well, of course if you won't let me join in, I might have to tell someone.  You'd 
be expelled, I expect," she said to  Kimberley with a smile.  "As for  the rest of 
you, your  parents would at  least be told.  Now  what was that you  were saying, 
Kimberley?   I heard the  bit about Mr. Leason looking at your tits and making 
you stay behind for detention.  What then?"

"It was just  a story, Evelyn.  It  wasn't true," the now white-faced girl explained.

"So tell me the ending.  I'll know if you're lying."

"I was  going to say...   Oh, I can't.   Please don't tell anyone, Evelyn," she 
pleaded, now in tears.

"So what happened during  detention?" She pressed the stricken girl for details.
     
"I was going to say he took me into the book-room and made me take off my 
clothes  but it isn't true, Evelyn.  I just  made it  up.   We were  telling  each other  
naughty stories."
     
"So it was just make-believe?"    

"Of course  it was," I said.   "Whoever would believe Mr. Leason would do that."    

"I would, if he was given half a chance," Evelyn said seriously.  "He's a man and 
all  they want is to get their filthy hands inside our little panties."

"He wouldn't," Susie retorted with a shocked look.

"You're all  little innocents, aren't you?   I'll bet not one of  you has been out with 
a  boy.  You're probably all virgins too.  Am I  right?" She looked at us intensely 
demanding an answer.
     
One by one we all nodded.  Jonie Sullivan whispered a "Yes," as though it was a 
sin to be still intact.
     
"I thought so," Evelyn said in a superior tone.  "And I'll bet some of you haven't 
even got your periods yet?"

Even  I blushed  at that.   Who could  ever think  of discussing such a private and 
ghastly topic?
     
"Well?" Evelyn demanded.

"It's not fair, Evelyn.  That's personal."
     
"Sure it is but I still want to know.  Now tell me or I just might send an 
anonymous note to Mr. Leason."
     
Her  threat jolted  each of  us as  we realised  what would happen if Mr.  Leason 
heard about Kimberley's story. Very quickly each of us  told Evelyn about our 
periods and we all confirmed we had reached that stage of womanhood.
     
"At least you've grown up that much.  So why were you telling  such a  frivolous  
story,  Hayes?" Evelyn  always addressed us by our last name.
     
"I...  I don't know, Evelyn."    
     
"Is it  because all four  of you don't  know anything about sex so you have to make 
up stories?"
     
"I know about sex," Susie stated and then blushed.

"Oh you do, do you?  And just what do you know?"
     
"That it gives you babies."

"Is that all?"    
  
"Uhm," she swallowed nervously.   "Parents have sex to get babies," she tried to 
explain.

"And just how do they do that?"
     
"I...  I don't know, Evelyn."    
     
"Do  any   of  you  know?"  The   older  girl  asked, challengingly.  
     
We all had to admit that  was about the extent of our knowledge.
     
"You mean to tell me none  of you know what people do when they  fuck?" She  
looked incredulous  at each  one in turn and I was shocked at  her use of that 
word.  I'd only ever heard  boys use  it when  they swore.   

"You've never seen your parents doing it?  Ever?"
     
"I might  have," Jonie  admitted.  "Once I  went into their bedroom  and Dad was 
laying  on top of Mum  and they were both  undressed.  But I  couldn't see what  
they were doing because Dad shouted at me to get out."
     
"Haven't  you read  any books.   Hasn't your  mothers talked to you?
     
"I don't have one," I said.

"Yes, I know that.  But what about the rest of you?"

"No, Evelyn.  Mine hasn't said anything."    

"My Mum  said that  sex was  bad and  I mustn't do it under any circumstances 
but she never told me exactly what she was talking about," Susie gushed turning 
very red when she realised what she had said.

"Hm, typical I suppose," Evelyn stated.  "So you four little darlings know almost 
nothing about what will be the most important thing in your lives in the next few 
years."

"Why is it so important?" Jonie asked innocently.     
     
"Because you'll  be doing it  whether you want  to or not.  Either the  boys will 
tempt you or you  will get the urge yourself to  experiment.  You might just  go 
out with the wrong boy and get  yourself raped.  It happens all the time, believe 
me.   I guess you need someone  to help you, don't you?"
     
We all looked blankly at her.

"If you want,  I'll teach you everything  you need to know about sex,  my little 
munchkins.  Do  you want to become my students?" 

"I  do,"  I  said  without  hesitation,  for  I  knew absolutely nothing except what 
we four had joked about and never  once understood.   I don't  know what  it was,  
but something was ticking  away in my head,  almost telling me to listen to this 
older girl.
     
"Wha...  What  will we have  to do?" Jonie  asked, as yet unsure of what she was 
letting herself in for.

"It will be just like school and I'll be the tutor. It's good experience for me because 
I want to be a teacher anyway.  You'll have to attend my classes every lunchtime 
and sometimes after school.  I'll make you  sit for tests regularly and  give you  
grades.  There's just one thing, it's got to be kept a secret forever.  Do you 
understand? If anyone talks, I'll hear about it and I guarantee I'll tell Mr. Leason 
about the malicious stories you've been telling about him?"
    
"It was just for fun, Evelyn," Kimberley whined.

"What  if some  of  us want  to  stop coming?"  Jonie butted in.

"You can  if you want  as long  as you don't  talk to anyone about the class."
     
"Then I'll come," Jonie agreed.    

"Yes, I will too," Kimberley said.

"I'm scared but I'll join too," Susie said.    

"Anyway, Evelyn, how come you know so much?  You're not much older than 
us."  I asked because she sounded so superior.
     
"I'm nearly nineteen and I've had plenty of boyfriends.  I know what the dirty 
little bastards want, don't I?"
     
"I suppose so," I had to agree.

"Good then we'll meet here tomorrow five minutes after the lunchtime bell goes.   
Make sure you're not late."
     
We all agreed we would be on time.

"Your assignment for tonight is this: when you go to bed tonight I want you all to 
put your finger on your pussy and stroke it for at least fifteen minutes.  You'll 
need to wet it with some spit or you could chafe the tender skin.   I want to hear 
what you felt when we meet tomorrow."
     
"I can't, Evelyn.  My sister will see me," Susie half whispered.

"Then do it under the covers, silly."    
     
"I'm going to feel stupid," I said.

"No, you're going to feel pussy," Evelyn corrected and the other girls laughed.

"Where will we meet after school?"
     
"At my place," Evelyn said.  "My parents never get home before six-thirty.  All 
right?  Class dismissed.  Happy stroking."
     
Chapter Two     
I couldn't think of anything else but the assignment Evelyn had given me.   I 
wasn't even thinking about the other girls as they went home and I certainly 
wasn't thinking about the rest of my homework, which had to be done tonight.
     
I usually had finished my homework before my uncle arrived home from work 
and I would have dinner cooking for him.  But tonight, try as I might, English 
literature and maths took twice as long.

As usual, uncle walked straight over to me and kissed my cheek.  "How's my girl 
tonight?" He stood beside me waiting.  Uncle always made time for me and never 
asked questions and then walked away without waiting for an answer.  He looked 
down at me with a smile on his face.

"Hello, Uncle I'm fine but I'm struggling with my homework tonight.  I'm not 
finished yet."

"Then you keep going.  I'll set the table," he said cheerfully and I thanked him.  
He was a wonderful person more like a father than an uncle.

We talked over dinner and I blurted out, "I'm taking after school lessons from now 
on, Uncle.  One of the older girls who wants to be a teacher is going to tutor us a 
few nights a week."
     
"That sounds good, dear.  What subjects?"

I hadn't thought of   that and instantly became flustered.  "Oh.  Oh, er, in most 
subjects.  English Lit. & Maths.  Anything we want help with from time to time, I 
guess.
     
He seemed not to notice my nervousness.   We did all the usual chores and then 
took turns to shower.  Unless we had visitors, and that was a rarity for uncle had 
no other living relatives and just a few casual friends, we changed into our 
pajamas.

So most nights after changing into our nightclothes we'd both return to the sofa to 
watch TV, play a board game or just talk together.  This was the time I enjoyed 
most because we were there for each other's company more   than anything   else.   
It   was usually television and he would put his arm around me and I would 
snuggle into him.  Sometimes I laid my head in his lap and the next thing I would 
know he'd be carrying me into my bedroom and kissing me goodnight.   I often 
sat right on his knee, my arm around his neck, our faces together and one of his 
hands around my bottom, the other resting on my leg or thigh.

I liked this the most because we were so close together and we genuinely loved 
each other as much as any uncle and niece could.  Not once did he ever attempt to 
touch me in a sexual way, my breasts of bottom or the like.  I think he liked the 
closeness just as much as I did but there were times when he moved me off and I 
began to understand why.

It was not quite true that I knew nothing about sex. I did know that men put the 
thing between their legs inside their wives to have sex.  But the real significance 
of that was simply lost on my innocent mind up to now.

But if a show was playing on TV that became a little risqué, when a   man   and 
woman   became more   than affectionate, or when women with naked breasts 
were shown, something hard began to poke into my bottom.   It didn't take me 
long to realise that these kinds of scenes started a reaction between his legs.  If 
they began to talk about sexy things or become passionate or began doing things 
that I couldn't understand but no doubt Uncle clearly understood, or especially if a 
girl with naked breasts walked onto the picture, then this hard thing always 
pushed into my buttock.   At that stage he would ease me off with the excuse that 
I was sending his leg to sleep but I silently thought it was because something was 
waking up.

I still had no idea what it looked like, the thing between his legs and pictured 
what one of the other girls had said once.  "It looks like a banana," she had said.
     
So what I had conjured up in my mind was something quite unbelievable but even 
I didn't think a large yellow protuberance waved around between all men's legs.  
Just occasionally at the swimming pool I'd see a bulge between a man's legs a bit 
like a breast in a single bra.

I put my satin nightie on and remembering Evelyn's instructions left off my 
knickers.  I always wore panties under nighties or pajamas and quite often, my bra 
too.  It wasn't that   my breasts were   big.   In fact   I am disappointed at their 
small size and envied the other girls, especially Susie and Evelyn.  Evelyn's boobs 
were enormous and she wasn't fat at all.  No, I wore panties and a bra to bed 
because it just seemed right.  My mother never told me any differently and Uncle 
certainly never raised the subject.

"My you look cool this evening, darling," he said as I sat on his knee.  "Really 
you're growing into a beauty, you know."

"Thanks, Uncle.  It's so warm; I haven't got anything on underneath.  It feels 
lovely."
     
"Oh.  Hm. Yes, I see," he said quite flustered.

I put one arm around his neck and brushed his hair back.  "You look tired, Uncle."

"No, I'm fine," he said patting my bottom and resting his other hand on my thigh.

I looked into his face and wanted to kiss him right on his lips.   Some unknown 
force seemed to be drawing me towards him.

"Really, sweetheart, I'm O.K.   Truly," he added with that same loving smile that 
endeared me so closely to him. His words broke the force field I had seemed to be 
in and I laid my cheek against his.
     
We watched the program until it ended and I was conscious of our closeness for 
the first time.   It was like a little voice was telling me he needed my love more 
desperately than ever.
     
I kissed his ear and whispered,  'I do love you, Uncle."
     
He smiled without looking at me but patted my bottom and held me tighter for 
some time.

Then, as the next show began a warning of the censorship ratings flashed onto the 
screen.  "This program is rated for mature adults.  It contains strong sex scenes 
and nudity"

Uncle said nothing for a moment and then stirred. "I think you'd better sit on the 
sofa, dear.  My legs are going to sleep."

I hadn't even felt the lump that usually accompanied this request but knew what 
he meant even if he didn't think I did.   I sat beside him and pulled his arm around 
my shoulder so I could snuggle against him.
     
"I can watch it can't I, Daddy?" I had called him that several times lately and he 
never asked once, why I did it.

"Well are you a mature adult?"
     
"Of course I am," I declared.

"That's O.K.   then."  He   gave  no  indication  of embarrassment but  as usual 
never commented  on the reason to the adult rating.

The   nudity  began   immediately   because  a   very attractive  woman  was  
taking  a shower  and the  camera focused on  every part of  her body, running up  
and back, stopping for longer  times on her breasts and  the edge of her pubic hair.

I watched for a while and  then realised Uncle was breathing much faster  than he 
usually  did, drawing large  gulps of air in  and quickly  breathing out  again.  He  
sucked his air in  and quickly  breathed out  again.  He  lifted his body off  the 
seat  to get  at more  of his  dressing gown, which he folded cautiously over  his 
lap.  It seemed to me he was getting quite worked  up as the movie continued and 
he was holding me hard against  his side with the arm that was around me.

I looked up at his face but he was entranced with the pictures  and never  noticed  
I had  moved.   I was  still unsure  of   why  he  was   acting  like  this   but  knew 
instinctively that it had something to do with the way men acted when they 
looked at naked women.

I  wonder how  he would  react if  he saw  me in  the shower.  Of course,  he had 
never done so  but the thought returned to me often during  the movie.  Except for 
seeing a man  lying  on  top  of  the woman  and  both  of  them groaning, I  had 
no idea  of what they were  really doing. The size and shape of  the woman's 
breasts and bottom were of more  interest to me,  and particularly of the  size of 
her  pubic hair.   It was  jet  black and  covered a  much larger area than mine did.

His deep breathing returned from  time to time and it always coincided with the 
woman  undressing or when  she and the man  were touching  each other.  We  
never got  to see what they were really touching,  it was left to our imagination. I 
suspect Uncle had a much better idea that I did.

One day  I will  ask him what  they are  doing.  That should shock him  a little.  It 
was difficult  to stop the fits of laughter that were bubbling deep inside me.

As soon as  the picture was over, Uncle  stood up and kissed me goodnight.  "It's 
bedtime, young lady," he said, kissing me on the forehead as  he struggled to 
stand up, a hand pressed against  his front as though  he was covering something 
up.  He headed straight for the bathroom.

It's  strange thinking  about  the  assignment I  was shortly to  begin.  Except for  
washing myself each  day and wiping the residues from going  to the toilet, I had 
never once touched myself  between my legs.  There  was never an urge to do it, 
ever.

What  should I  do?  Keep  my legs  closed and  force fingers between  them or  
open them widely?   Do I  wet my pussy or my fingers to stop  the chafing?  Will I 
take off my nightdress or just pull it up?  Is it going to hurt?

In the end I decided  to strip off completely because it was so warm and laid  with 
my legs just slightly spread. I could feel  the opening of my  puss as Mum used  to 
call it when I was younger,  and thought that should be enough. I turned the light 
out but  my bedside clock showed me the time.   I waited  for over  five minutes  
for the  time to reach the  quarter hour and  tried to think of  why Evelyn wanted 
us  to do this.   If Mum  had been alive  she would have called  it dirty I'm  sure, 
but it didn't  concern me all that much.

The thing I thought about  most was what I would tell Evelyn tomorrow.  What on 
earth could I say about stroking my skin for fifteen  minutes?  Surely nothing 
would happen out of the ordinary to talk about.
     
My finger, wet with spit  was poised over my puss and at  exactly quarter  past the  
hour I  touched myself.   I think most of  the wetness rubbed off onto my  hairs 
but I soon  found what  I took  to be  my pussy  lips as  Evelyn called them.  They 
were sharp  and firm, like a plasticine knife, firm yet very smooth.

I  ran  my finger  up  and  down  for some  time  and realised  it felt  quite  
soothing.  I  needed  to wet  my finger several  times and then  found that by  
touching my finger right at the bottom of the opening, slippery liquid was 
abundant.  Then the feelings became more distinct.  My tummy was bubbling 
with millions  of little bubbles, or so it felt, and a tickle  that I had never 
experienced before began to grow deep inside my loins.
     
The clock told me I  had more than half completed the task but every time my 
finger moved now, deeper sensations were  growing   inside  me.    They  
certainly   were  not unpleasant and my  hand kept stroking as though  it were a 
machine.   My nipples  had turned  hard as  steel and  the slightest movement 
against the sheet made me want to touch them  more  and more.   I  found  my 
breathing  harder  to control and  suddenly realised  it was  in some  ways like 
Uncle breathed during the movie.  I was stimulating myself just as he must have 
been stimulated from watching a naked woman.  My  fingers pressed harder 
against  the firm pussy lips and my  other hand began to stroke  my nipples 
making these  new found  feelings rise  ever higher.   I couldn't explain what  was 
happening,  just that  I needed  to keep doing it.   It was  the most incredible  thing 
I  had ever felt and I was doing it to myself.

My body  was moving in  rhythm to the stroking  of my fingers and I couldn't stop 
the moans that passed my lips. They were but whispers I told  myself as my body 
jerked as though out of control.

Just as the  fifteenth minute had clicked  over on my clock, Uncle rushed into the 
room without knocking.

"What's the  matter, dear?" He  asked with a  look of concern.

"What?  Oh, I don't know," I said, unable to think of any plausible answer.

The light  was on and  my bed  was in a  shambles.  I quickly pulled the  sheet 
right up and was  sure he hadn't seen me naked.

He sat on  the bed and stroked  my forehead.  "You're covered in  perspiration, 
darling.  Were you  having a bad dream?  I could hear you moaning from my 
room?"

"I... must have been, Uncle," I said trying to get my mind working again.

"It is a hot night,"  he said holding up my discarded nightdress.  "Perhaps that set 
you off."

"It might  have.  I was so  hot when I got  into bed, that's why I  took off my 
nightie," I lied.   "But I can't remember dreaming."
     
"You must have been  really tossing yourself around," he said,  straightening the 
bedclothes up  around my neck. "Would you like a cool drink?"

"Yes please, Uncle.  I think I would."
     
When  he  returned  I  was  sitting  up  in  bed,  my nightdress back  on but  the 
nipples pointing through.  I know he saw them but he made no comment. 

"Thank you, Uncle.   I feel fine now,"  I assured him as I took the glass.  "Hmm, 
that's good."
     
"You're sure you're alright now?"    
     
"Yes thank you,  Uncle," I smiled at  him.  He leaned down to kiss  my forehead 
and without thinking  I took one of his hands  in mine and clasped it to  me, just 
below my chin.  Looking up into his face  I said, "Uncle, I do love you," I said 
with feeling.
     
"I  know," he  whispered  and kissed  my  hand as  he pulled  away.  It  was all  so 
innocent  and yet  I'm sure forces  that  I  didn't understand  were  already  
working inside of me.   "I love you very much too,  baby," he said as he closed the 
door.

It took a  long time to go to sleep.   The feelings I had experienced were beyond 
anything  I had expected and I had no answers as to why but was sure it had 
everything to do with sex.  It was Evelyn's  way of teaching us that sex was  
special.  If  my fingers  could  do that  to me,  how much more could  a man do?  
Would it be  as nice or better or would  it be  worse?  I  knew what I  had felt  but 
how could I  explain it  to Evelyn?  And  I think  my feelings towards  Uncle have  
changed somehow.   They seem  to have grown  much  deeper.  When  he  
breathed  hard during  the movie, was  he feeling as  good as  I felt when  I 
touched myself?  But he hadn't touched himself at all, not between his legs at 
least.

I  finally drifted  off to  sleep, so  many questions left unanswered.

Chapter Three 
They  were walking  towards me  with smirks  all over their faces as I neared the 
school gates.

"Well, did you do it?"
     
"Do what?"
     
 "You know," Susie accused me.    
     
 "What?"

"Did you play with yourself last night?" Susie asked, exaggerating every word.
     
"Oh, that.  Of course.  Didn't you?"
     
 "We all did."

 "That was  our assignment,"  I reminded  them, giving nothing away.
     
"Well?" Kimberley asked excitedly.
     
"Well what?"

"Oh, you are so exasperating," she said, grinding her teeth.  "What was it like?"
    
"Uhm, it's really  hard to recall," I  said matter of factly.   "I don't  think you  did it  
at all,"  I accused the  snooping  girl.

"I  did," Kimberley  stated with  a satisfied  smile. "It was like magic."

"So did I," Jonie added.
     
"I couldn't  because my little sister  kept asking me what was  wrong.  I couldn't  
stop making a  noise," Susie said.  "But the bit I did was, wow." Her face was 
beaming.
     
"So that was  the first time for you all,  was it?" I asked, trying to look surprised.

"You mean you've done it before?"

"I might have," I  said giving nothing away.  "You'll have  to  wait  until  Evelyn  
asks  us  to describe  our feelings.

"Spoiled  sport,"  Jonie   pouted.       
     
"You felt good though, didn't you," Kimberley asked.

"I slept well," I said.

 "That's not what I meant  and you know it," Kimberley accused me.
 
"Then just be patient."    
     
None  of us  learned much  from school  that morning. All we could  think of was 
getting  to our extracurricular class at lunch.

"I glad  to see you're  all so prompt,"  Evelyn said. "Make sure it stays that  way.  I 
don't want to discipline you."
 
"You wouldn't do that," I stated as a question.    

"Don't tempt  me, Miss,"  she warned.  "I  assume you all completed your 
assignment?"
     
Some nodded,  and others  responded with  a whispered, "Yes."

"Evelyn, I couldn't do it  for that long," Susie said self-consciously.   "My sister  
kept  asking  me what  was wrong because I kept making noises."
     
"Hmm.    Then  perhaps   you'd   better  repeat   the assignment this evening at my  
place.  Then we can all see why you make so much noise."

"What?   In  front of  you?   I  couldn't.  It's  not right," the frightened girl 
whimpered.

"Well, you'd better tell us what you felt even if you didn't do what you were told."

"You  mean in  front of  everyone.  Couldn't  we just talk together, Evelyn?"
     
"No, we all want to hear.  You'll hear what we say as well," Jonie reminded her.

"Oh.  I suppose so.  Well,  I share a bedroom with my little sister  and there's  not 
much  room between  us you see.  I tried  to stay up later and pretended  to be 
doing homework but Mum  made me go to bed at  the usual time.  I didn't know 
how to start at first."

"Neither did I," Jonie interrupted.     

It was good to hear the others found that too.    

"Just let her continue," Evelyn said.    

"Well I  just pulled my  pajama pants down a  bit and when I touched my... My 
uhm, my front..."

"Your vagina," Evelyn corrected.

"Yes, that."
     
"Then say it."     
     
"When I touched my...  My  vagina, I found it was all wet and  sticky.  Slippery, I  
suppose.  It seemed  such a stupid thing to do.  Anyway, almost as soon as I 
started I felt tingling right  up my backbone and my  teeth began to tickle.  It was 
weird.  I don't know why I felt so strange but it  soon felt  like I  wanted to  press 
my  whole hand inside my  stomach because  it was so  good.  I  mean even when 
my finger moved the smallest bit, I began to cry out. Moaning  like.  I  tried to  
stop myself  by stuffing  the sheet between my teeth and biting but I couldn't stop.  
My stupid sister kept calling my  name and asking if I wanted her to get Mum."

"So that's when you stopped?"    
     
"Yes, Evelyn.   I'm sorry  but I couldn't  keep going even though  I wanted to.  I  
tried it in the  shower this morning but it didn't feel anything like last night."
     
"That's because you need to  be in the right frame of mind to enjoy sex properly," 
Evelyn told her.  "I want you to complete the assignment, Morrow,  so it looks 
like it's to be at my place tonight."

"Not in front of everyone.  Please, Evelyn."

"We'll see.  Now, Sullivan.  Describe your feelings."

"Me?  Oh.   I think I did  the same but went  for the whole time.  I have my own  
room.  Evelyn, it was the most wonderful  feeling.  It  just  kept  getting stronger  
and stronger and I'm sure that I couldn't have stopped rubbing myself..."

"Where?" Evelyn interrupted.

"My pussy lips, of  course," Jonie said blushing, and looking around at each of us.  
"It was like I was addicted to it, my whole body began  to move without me even 
trying and I felt  like I was rising up a  great steep cliff, the sensations were  
unbelievable.  My  pussy was  steaming, I think and  the ache deep  inside my...  
My vagina,  was so strong and wonderful  I just couldn't stop.  In  the end I began 
using both  hands and pressed harder  and harder.  I don't think I would have 
stopped even if Mum had walked in and caught me."
     
"I'll bet you would have," I said.     

"Anyway  that wasn't  all.  There  seemed to  be this cliff, see, and I imagined  my 
body was simply drifting up towards the top.   It was like a dream and  yet I was 
wide awake and  moaning with pleasure,  let me tell  you.  Then something 
happened that I couldn't explain.  It was like I exploded, right  there on the  bed.  I 
don't know  what my parents thought  but they must  have heard.  Our  house is 
not so big.   All of a sudden the  feelings became intense and I couldn't  breath.  
My body stiffened  and then began jerking  all  over  the  bed.  It  was  
unbelievable,  the feeling that is.   I have never felt anything  like it and it lasted 
for so long.  It  seemed like my vagina was feet wide and feathers were tickling 
me all the way inside.. up my pussy hole.  I know  kept moaning, I couldn't stop 
and by then  my hands were  pulling against the  bedclothes, I wasn't even 
touching  myself.  You've no idea  how good it was, Evelyn.  Thank you for 
making us do it."             
     
"So what happened then,"  I asked, astonished at what she had said for I thought 
she was exaggerating.

"I  just laid  there covered  in perspiration  and it slowly  went  away but  it  took  
another fifteen  minutes before I  felt anything like normal  again.  Afterwards, I 
wanted a  drink so much that  I went downstairs and  got a glass  of milk.   That 
was  when  Mum called  me into  the family room.  She wanted to  know if I was 
alright because she heard  some noises, was what  she said.  I told  her I was  fine  
and  just  thirsty.   She  looked  at  me  very strangely but let me go back to bed."

"Gosh, Jonie.   I would have  died.  What if  she had known?"

"I think she did,"  Evelyn said.  "You experienced an orgasm as  every woman 
does  from time to time.   It's the reason we want sex.  The pleasure we women 
get for letting dirty little  boys maul us  for their own  pleasures.  The real secret  
is being  able to achieve  it every  time and that's not  so easy.  Most  men just 
want to  Bon, quirt their stuff  and go  to sleep.   Only a  few think  of our 
pleasure."

"I don't understand, Evelyn," I said.     

"You  will in  time.  Tomorrow  we'll talk  about the anatomy of men,  their cocks 
in other words and what they do with them."

"Gosh," Kimberley said in wonder.

"But there's  still two little innocents  who haven't shared yet,"  Evelyn said.  "Did 
either  of you experience an orgasm?"

"I don't  think I did,"  I said.  "It was  very nice. Very nice indeed and I found  my 
body swaying from side to side as  these feelings  became stronger.   It was  a 
most incredible  feeling  so  I  can't  imagine  it  being  any better."

"It is, believe me," Evelyn said.

"The problem I had," I  continued, "was that right in the fifteen  minute mark, my  
Uncle came into the  room to see what was wrong.  I didn't even know I was 
crying out."
     
"Gosh,  what  did he  say?"  Kimberley  asked with  a shocked look.

"The worst  part was  that he saw  my nightie  on the floor beside  the bed  so he  
knew I  was naked  under the bedclothes."
     
"How embarrassing," Susie laughed.
     
"Yes and  I was still getting  those strange feelings inside my  puss when he  sat 
on the  bed.  It was  hard to concentrate  but I  finally told  him I  had a  bad 
dream. When he held up my nightie  with a questioning look I told him  I had  felt 
too  hot  and took  it off  and that  was probably why I had nightmares."

"Did he believe you?"     
     
"I think so.  He brought me  a drink and then left me to sleep."
     
"What  about how  you  felt while  you were  stroking yourself," Evelyn 
prompted.
     
"Yes, that was great.  Just like Jonie, I suppose but I never exploded as she did.  I 
only used one hand and wet my fingers with  spit a few times before all  my puss 
lips became real slippery.  When my  uncle left, it took a long while for the  
feelings to go away but I  slept well after that."
     
"Sex  is a  strong pacifier,"  Evelyn said.   "You'll find out just how wonderful it  
is when I allocate boys to fuck each of you."

"What?"

"No, I won't let you."
     
"You can't make me, Evelyn."

"Never."
     
The shock horror written on every face as four voices objected together.
     
 "Ha.  Ha.  Ha.  You should see yourselves.  God, what a sight," Evelyn  was 
bending over with  laughter.  "No, I a sight," Evelyn  was bending over with  
laughter.  "No, I won't  allocate   anyone.   I  just  wanted   to  see  the reactions."

"Beast," Susie who was the timid one among us hissed.     

"But let me  tell you this in  total confidence.  You promise?"

We all agreed.
     
"Sex with men is the most wonderful feeling, believe me.   I've made love with 
women, which was about the same as touching myself, like you did last night.  
But when a man begins to woo you and finally connects, the bliss is beyond 
anything you could imagine."
     
"Gosh,"  Kimberley  said.   "You've had  sex  with  a woman?"

"Maybe you should all try it," Evelyn told them.  "At least you'll find out whether 
you have lesbian tendencies or not.  Another woman knows what you need much 
more than any man, and they can be so tender, believe me."

"Yuk," Jonie said.  "Wasn't it awful really?"
     
"No, it wasn't, Sullivan.  I told you it was something like touching yourself but 
with a little more excitement because it was so naughty."

"Who was it?" I asked.

"That will always remain my secret," she said softly.     
     
"How old were you?"

"About your age.  If you like you can experiment with each other at my place 
tonight." We all saw the gleam in her eye and one of us said she was just saying it 
to scare us again.
     
"Maybe I am but the offer stands."
     
None of us responded, absolutely shy to the thought.

"It's your turn, Hayes.  Did you enjoy yourself?"    
     
Kimberley blushed.  "Yes, I did.  It was very nice indeed, Evelyn.  I don't know 
why I hadn't thought of doing it to myself before you told us.  I did it for the 
whole fifteen minutes and loved every minute but I don't think I got as worked up 
as the other three.  I never made any noise and I'm sure I didn't have what Jonie 
did."
     
"My orgasm," Jonie prompted.

"Yes.  I mean no I didn't have an orgasm.  Gosh it sounds so crude, orgasm, don't 
you think?  But it was so soothing I fell asleep as soon as I saw the fifteen minutes 
were up and didn't stir until Mum woke me up this morning."

"Well, little children, you've had but your first taste of sex and I've got much more 
to teach you.  The next thing you'll have to learn is how to train yourself to come 
quickly and also how to hold off your orgasm for as long as you want.   Three of 
you have still to experience your first one so I suggest you practice after school at 
my place."

Loud objections rose from all of us.

"You can have separate rooms if you're that shy in front of each other.  The silly 
thing is that you all know what the others will be doing and you've talked about it 
in front of all of each other.  So what's so wrong with lying on the carpet in the 
same room and making yourself feel good? You'd probably all have your eyes 
closed anyway.  I'll even drop my knickers and do it with you so no one is left out.  
Think about it and we'll decide democratically when we're all together.  Don't talk 
about it meanwhile."

The bell for next class rang just as she had finished.
  
"Four o'clock at my place.   Don't be late.  We'll finish by six if you need to phone 
your parents."

Schoolwork wasn't on my mind at all during the afternoon and I could see the 
others didn't have their heart in the lessons either.  Evelyn's house was almost in 
the centre of a circle around our four homes so it was very convenient.  I had 
already told Uncle Ben that I would be home later so didn't need to phone him.

We decided to walk together for no one wanted to arrive there first on their own.  
Evelyn opened the door, wearing a bathrobe and ushered us into the living room.

Chapter Four
"All on time again.  Congratulations.  You'll find the time goes very fast when 
you're enjoying something so we'll get straight down to it.  I'm going to show you 
something before you start your pleasures."

We were all hesitant and scared by what was to come, touching ourselves in front 
of the others that is, and Evelyn was conscious of it.
     
She took off her robe and stood, wearing a petticoat. I was sure she didn't have a 
bra on because her large tits wobbled a lot.

"Now firstly, there is nothing wrong with looking at another girl while she's 
undressed.  We all  know what is under every girl's clothes, don't we?"
     
We shuffled self-consciously.

"You have all looked at your nakedness in the mirror, I'm sure.  And we're 
basically all the same.  Maybe some are fatter, or thinner, bigger tits or almost 
none at all, lousy legs or great ones.  It makes no difference.  We all have tits, 
bums and pussies.  Agreed?"

"Yes," we mumbled.
     
"Right.   Now I'm going to describe in detail the functions of a woman's pussy." 
She sat on the carpet and told us to kneel close behind her.   It felt a bit spooky to 
me and I began to perspire when she openly hitched up her petticoat around her 
waist and spread her legs wide apart. "I'm doing it this way because this will be 
your own assignments tonight." She then positioned a mirror in front of her pussy 
and angled it so she, and of course, we too, could see clearly into the deep pink 
slit of her sex.
     
"This is my pussy, ladies.   This is what every boy and man in this world wants to 
plug with his cock, hand or anything else he can think of."

Susie gasped from embarrassment.    

"Keep watching, Morrow, or you'll fail tomorrow's test.   See my pubic hair.  Lots 
more than yours I'll bet, but give yourself a little longer and yours will be the 
same." One hand held  the puss lips apart.  "The outer lips," she said, sliding 
fingers around the rim of the puffy edges.  "And here, the inner lips or labia.  
These are the lips you would have stroked so lovingly last night.  See how much 
pinker they are?  It's because millions of little blood vessels are close to the 
surface to feed the nervous system and that's why they are so sensitive.  Here is 
the little hole we pee through." She rubbed a finger over the wet little hole.  I was 
surprised at how tiny it looked.

  "It might be small but stretches when a stream is forced through it.  Now you've 
still got something I haven't," she went on, her fingers moving downwards.

"What do you think it could be?"

"My cherry," Jonie answered immediately.

"Very good.  Yes, you're still virgins and there's a barrier called your hymen just 
inside your pussy lips. You can poke your finger inside, very carefully I might 
add, and feel it.   The first time you have sex, it is broken forever.  See how my  
whole finger slides inside my pussy.  You can't do this until you let a man in 
first."
     
We all watched in silence as her index finger slid the full length in and out of her 
pussy.  "This is also the channel from which your monthly periods flow.  I take it  
you are  all free  of the  curse at  present." We  all nodded.

She finally withdrew her finger and wiped the wetness on her other hand.

"It's nice doing that but a cock feels much better, believe me.  Now there's just 
one more spot.   The most important, as you'll soon realise.  This little cover," she 
said, pushing back some skin at the top of her slit, "This is where the most 
pleasure comes for a woman.  Do you know what it is?"
     
Silence reigned.

"This ladies is your clitoris.  It is most like a man's cock for it swells when you're 
aroused and gives the most incredible feelings.  When you masturbate, this..."

"What  does  that  mean,  Evelyn?"  Kimberley  asked. "Masterate?"

 "It's masturbate, Hayes.  That's what you did to yourselves last night.  You 
masturbated.  Most women do it from time to time but boys and men do it 
probably more often than having sex with a woman.  Especially if the man has no 
wife or lover.  But what they do is quite different to us.  You'll learn about their 
nasty ways tomorrow.  Now back to what I was saying, "This will become the 
focal point of your sexual life. This little nub of flesh is what you will want your 
partner to stroke or poke or suck or nibble or lick or kiss or rub or nuzzle more 
than anything else."

We all listened in silence.  I'm sure the others were coming  to  terms with  all  the  
things  men did  to  our clitoris.  I was  too but more so, I  thought deeply about 
what she said about men without a wife.  They masturbated. Oh,  gosh, Uncle  
Ben masturbates,  just like  I did  last night.  I couldn't believe it.

"I see I've finally got  your full attention at last. Well believe me, they'll all want  
to do it and it will be very nice.   The best.  Better  than when they  push their 
cock right up inside your pussy...""I think I'm going to be sick," Susie gasped.

"Nonsense," Evelyn looked  around.  "Just believe me, it gives you the best 
feelings.  But there's one important thing.  You must learn to know what feels best 
for you so that when your lover finally gets you alone and the heavy breathing 
starts, you can guide him to the ways that make you feel the best.  If you don't it's 
slam, bam, thank you ma'am and he's finished and falling asleep before you begin 
to feel sexy let alone satisfied.  Do you all understand?" 

We all said yes in one  way or another but I was sure there  was  a lot  more  to  it  
than being  that  simple. Hopefully if  we kept  up this so-called class,  we might 
eventually  understand a  lot  more.  What  she showed  us today though  was a 
total  education about my puss  that I had  never  even thought  about  before.   
And Uncle  Ben, masturbating?  I wonder how often he does it?  And how?

"Now I want  to say something about what  men want to do when a couple first 
become amorous.  They love to watch you undress, a strip tease as it were and 
they love to help you do it.  In fact many men want you to remain totally still 
while they undo every button, zipper and catch right down to the suspenders and 
bra.  I think they fantasize about it so much that when the occasional chance 
comes their way, they want to do everything.   So you'll have to get used to 
undressing without being embarrassed. Be shy by all means for they love that.  It's 
the power of the male and all that stuff.  But if he wants to watch you or do it 
himself, let him.  Be little Miss Innocent and blush for all your worth but never be 
nervous.  It'll take some practice because baring your all isn't easy.   So we're 
going to start right now."

"Evelyn," Susie wailed.   "I don't want to take my clothes off in front of 
everyone."
 
"Me either," I said nervously.   

 "I didn't say you were going to, but it will be a test for you.  Remember, no 
nervousness and you can blush as much as you want.  Now line up in front of the 
settee," she directed as she sat down on it.
     
Without saying more she leaned over and ran her hands up under my skirt and 
began to slide my panties down.  I couldn't believe it and jumped backwards, 
slipping over onto the carpet.

"Stand up and be still," was all Evelyn said.
     
I looked at the others and they looked as shocked as I felt.

"Remember, no embarrassment.    If I   were your boyfriend, you'd be a disaster."
     
I stood up and she continued until the pink undies were around my ankles.  She 
made me lift one foot and then the other then picked them up and laid them neatly 
out at one end of the settee.  I knew I was blushing like never before and realised 
I had let this happen without saying one word.

 Jonie was next and she made no objection at all.  In fact she was smiling to 
herself as black lace slid downwards.  Evelyn laid them out beside mine.

Kimberley jumped as Evelyn moved in front of her and gasped a questioning 
"Uhm," while her face was the picture of devastation but she too didn't object.  
Her pink cotton panties were laid beside the others.

"No," Susie said, backing away slightly.  She didn't want to do it but she didn't 
want to be the only one to object.   Evelyn just indicated with her hand that she 
wanted Susie to step up and finally she gave in.

"I really don't want to do this," she whimpered. "Please don't tell anyone, Evelyn." 
Tears flowed down her face but she allowed Evelyn's hands to roam under her 
face but she allowed Evelyn's hands to roam under her skirt and stepped out of 
her bright red panties as they fell around her ankles.

"Well now, we're all the same.  Naked pussies.  Can't you feel the freedom?"

I agreed I could and it felt rather naughty.

"Alright.   We're going to have two votes," Evelyn said as she handed us each two 
pieces of blank paper and a pen.  "You will write either yes or no to the following 
questions.   The first is:  Do you want to masturbate together in this room?  Now 
remember this, you all know everyone has done it and you are going to do it 
again. It'll be a lot easier for me to supervise.   Write your answer."

I had thought a lot about it and intended to say no, that I wanted to be in a 
separate room but something made me change my mind.  I think there's an evil 
gnome mixing up my brain at present.  Anyway I wrote yes and laid it face down 
on the table just as the others did. It wasn't a secret ballot because Evelyn then 
turned up our answers and left them in front of each voter.  I thought they were 
going to think me sick because I said yes but surprise, surprise.  Everyone agreed.
     
"That saves me a lot of time," Evelyn said and then continued.  "The second vote 
is for sometime later once you've begun to understand your sexual needs better. 
Write yes or no to this: Do you want to explore the body of other girls and allow 
them to do the same to you?"

"Oh," Susie gasped.   "I didn't think...  Oh, what must I..."

"Just mark your answer as you want, Morrow.  Leave out the hysterics."

I had never once felt the desire to do so until Evelyn put the idea into our heads.  
At least we were all friends and had seen each other in various states of undress 
many times in the change rooms.  But to touch and be touched was more than 
naughty, and it made me feel very sexy.  I wrote yes again.
     
Evelyn read out the results as she turned each vote over.  "Yes, yes, no, yes.  I 
guess that leaves you as the only dissenter, Morrow."

"I'm sorry, really," she looked around at each of us trying to make us understand

"It's alright, Morrow.  It's simply your choice and you won't be forced.  I'm sure 
the others understand your reluctance."

"It's not that I don't like you.  You're my friends," she whined at us.  "I didn't think 
you would want to."
     
"Morrow, let's not have any dramatics.  It won't happen for a week or so and you 
might just change your mind.   Well, we've got just over half an hour to give 
yourselves an orgasm with no parental constraints.   To make it a little easier on 
the more reluctant ones, I think you can lay down on the rug with your heads in 
the centre and your feet pointing to each corner.   At least then, you'll keep your 
pussies from the other's gazes. Everyone on their backs, knees wide apart and 
heels tucked into your bottom.  Remember your clitoris, that's the spot but don't 
forget how nice it felt when you stroked your labia last night.   Start now and I 
will tell you when fifteen minutes are up.  You'll need just as long to calm down 
again."

I tried to relax but realising all four of us were doing such an illicit thing and in 
front of this older girl who apparently was going to make sure we were doing it 
right, well, it made me more and more tense.  I wet my finger and began to slowly 
stroke my lips, finding that the whole of my puss was sodden with the sticky 
substance I found last night.  It made my fingertips slide easily and soon the 
sensations were building just like last night.   Jonie who was on one side of me 
was already moaning from her pleasures, just a few grunts coming from the 
others.

"Try your finger here," Evelyn said as I felt her lift my hand off the tender puss 
lips and press against my newfound clitoris.  My eyes were closed but it didn't 
take a genius to realise she was kneeling directly in front and looking at 
everything I owned.   Wide open puss lips, clitoris and probably even my bottom 
hole.

Oh, goodness, what have I got myself into, I thought but when she took my 
fingertip between her fingers and began to vibrate it across my clitoris, modesty 
left me completely.   She let go and I moved my finger all the faster, realising that 
the harder I pressed, the narrower the knife-edge I seemed to be walking along, 
got.  It was good, very good, much more sensitive than last night. Much deeper 
sensations that seemed to cover my whole crotch and my nipples that were still 
covered thank heavens.
     
I knew I was moaning and crying out with the best of them and the other girl's 
noises meant nothing.   All I wanted was to make my body respond more and 
more.  I was trembling with sensations that simply took control and it seemed the 
knife-edge was so narrow I could only fall off. Sure enough, my whole   nervous 
system   exploded as shuddering sensations wracked my legs and torso.   I was out 
of control as lightening tore through me, causing my head to bob up and down, 
face quivering with emotion, moaning cries rising to the ceiling.  My orgasm had 
shown itself to me for the first time.   Oh, what a wondrous feeling it was.   I 
knew I was calming down because eventually my leg muscles stopped doing their 
own thing and my whole body subsided into a period of blissful relaxation.

I did this.   I made my body show me pleasures I had never dreamed of.   Others 
around me were still finding their pleasures because the loudness still 
reverberated but I didn't care.  I was feeling just fine.   I could sleep for a whole 
week without any trouble.  I laid and enjoyed.
     
"Keep going," I heard a voice say.   "Come on, do it again.   As many as you can 
give yourself in fifteen minutes."

A hand pressed my fingers against a still quivering clitoris and rotated them over 
the surface.  I was weak with expended energy but I could feel the sensations 
rising again almost instantly.  I wriggled and pressed the four fingers over my 
puss and mainly against the most wondrous clitoris and soon felt my legs 
vibrating again.   It was all happening so quickly this time I couldn't believe it.  I 
was crying freely, half squealing as a second orgasm rose swiftly inside my puss.   
It was much faster this time, like the froth in a washing machine as it began to 
overflow.   I couldn't stop my fingers from as it began to overflow.   I couldn't 
stop my fingers from their task.  They had taken over this time and as the 
explosion erupted, all breath was driven from my lungs and I struggled to breathe 
for what seemed a lifetime.  And then it laid me down softly as the sensations 
slowly subsided.  I was in heaven, I thought.  I made myself come twice and lie 
still feeling the pleasures dwindling and yet cling to me.  How long would they 
take to go away? Surely, it couldn't be any better than this?   How could it?

The others were sighing or half sobbing and I knew we had all succeeded.  We 
were all jubilant and half asleep. We were learning what being a woman was all 
about.
     
Evelyn left us in peace for a long time until finally her soft voice told us it was 
time to go.

"You've learned much, ladies," she said as we began to sit up, pulling our skirts 
down in automatic modesty. "You all achieved orgasms, three of you twice.  Well 
done. Tonight in the privacy of your rooms I want each of you to draw your pussy 
by looking in a mirror just as I did for you.  Fill in all the details and have a ruler 
handy.  I want each drawing to be exactly life-size.  No names in case it should 
fall into wrong hands.  And after that you can practice again if you want.  Just 
remember the noise though.  Parents know more than you give them credit for."
     
Chapter Seven     
Lunchtime the next day, we all arrived together to the meeting place; a seat 
furthest from the school and Evelyn was already waiting.

"My, my. We're all smiles today," she joked.  "What's caused this then?

"You," Jonie said as she handed over her drawing.  I took mine from a book I had 
been clutching all morning. As Susie handed hers over, we heard her whisper, 
"Evelyn, I want the girls to touch me too.  Can I change my mind please?"

"Sure, Morrow.   I thought you would.   Hey good drawing too."
     
I was proud of my effort, which had taken over two hours to complete.  I'd shaded 
it and made sure the length of my puss lips were exact as well as the width of my 
clitoris.  I even tried to draw in the legs and squiggled in a lot of curly hair 
surrounding my puss.   The little pee-hole was the easiest.  I handed it to Evelyn.
     
"That's very good too." She looked at Kimberley's and congratulated her too.  "I 
really didn't expect this high standard of work.  Well done.  I've marked them one 
to four in alphabetical order so I'll know who is who but no one else will.  They'll 
remain with me always."

"What will you do with them, Evelyn?"  Kimberley asked.

"Probably look at them and start touching herself," Jonie said with a giggle.
     
"I just might.  But once you've left school, they'll be framed and hung in my 
bedroom.  Four juicy pussies that had been poked in my face one special night."  
It sent us into fits of laughter.

"Well I was going to show you what a man hides between his legs.  Do you want 
to see or not?"

The answer was obvious.  This was what it was really all about.

She looked around and then brought a book from her bag.  She opened it at a 
marked page held it up to show us a black and white photo of a crinkly little 
finger of flesh hanging down between a mans legs.  It seemed to be nestled 
against a bag with two rounded lumps.  "This, ladies, is man's pride and joy.  His 
cock.   His penis to be more accurate."

"It looks so insignificant," Kimberley said.  "What makes them so proud of that?"

"It doesn't always look like that," Evelyn said.  "I guess you could say this is in a 
state of sleep.  See the tip here.   You can just see a crease.  That's where he pees 
from and these things behind his cock are his testicles."

"His balls," Jonie added.     

"They do mostly call them that, Sullivan.   The two testicles actually manufacture 
their sperm inside the scrotum, that's the pouch of skin here, but the sperm is 
stored in a sac somewhere near their bladder.   I'm sure you've all heard the term, 
'Kick him in the balls'?

I had and so had the other girls.  "That's if someone tries to rape me," Susie said.  

"Why?"
     
"Because it's the most tender part of his whole body. If you grabbed his pouch, his 
balls, and squeezed, it brings on the most intense sickening pain and usually 
flattens them.   They can't even stand up for minutes afterwards.  I guess kicking 
them there would be all the worse.  But if instead, you ran your fingers lightly 
over the surface it brings on the most erotic feelings a man can experience.  His 
sexual drive stems solely from what's between his legs.  We get sexy feelings 
from lots of areas but he can only think of his cock and balls.  That's all he ever 
wants stroked and when you do it this is what happens."
     
I gasped when she brought out a magazine that showed a close-up photograph of 
this huge curved thing that was pointing towards the sky.

"It does look like a banana but not yellow," I gasped which set Evelyn into wild 
laughter.

"I couldn't imagine it ever being yellow," she laughed.   "Unless he caught some 
dreaded disease.   At least it has the same shape."

"Someone once told me their father's looked like a banana and all I pictured was 
this yellow thing.  I didn't know."

"That's not what they do it with though, is it, Evelyn?" Kimberley asked.

"If you mean to fuck you, it surely is."
     
"But it wouldn't fit.  It's too big," she said, her eyes bulging.

 "What makes it change shape?" I now realised why Uncle Ben was so self-
conscious about me sitting on his lap sometimes.

"The moment a man thinks or sees or hears or starts to do something that is 
remotely sexy something triggers his brain and blood rushes into this little bit of 
gristle," Evelyn explained, pointing back to the first photo.  "In seconds he looks 
like this or something in between.  Sometimes he grows just a little at first and 
when his partner begins to stimulate him, either by kissing him or stroking his 
cock, he hardens up instantly."

"How does he masturbate then?"  I asked.   "The pee-hole is so small."
     
"He does it quite differently.  He takes his erection in his hand and runs it back 
and forth along the whole length.  Most men come much more quickly than we do 
and that's why we have to learn to keep them from exploding until we have our 
orgasm.  Otherwise, once he ejaculates, all he wants to do is roll over and go to 
sleep."
     
"Does ejaculate mean something like shoot?"  Susie asked shyly. I had never 
heard the word either.

"That's an apt description, Morrow.   That's exactly what they do.  When they 
achieve orgasm, sperm shoots out of the tip of their cock in very strong spurts.  
It's all white and gooey and is meant to be lodged as deep inside our vagina as 
possible to give the sperm the best chance fertilizing the egg that might be ready 
in our womb."

"So that's what   happens.   I've seen television pictures of fish fertilizing their 
eggs but I never knew how people did it.  Does it hurt?" Susie again.
     
"Not at all.   I guess I've felt the spurts a few times because they were so strong 
but as we both have the same body temperatures, you hardly notice it." 

"Doesn't it simply run out when he stops?"  Susie again, I thought to myself.
     
"Sure but the strongest little sperms, they're microscopic you know, are already 
swimming up our vulva towards their only goal, to be the first to attach itself to 
our waiting egg.  The moment that happens, boom and you're pregnant."

"Gosh, I don't want to do it at all then," Susie said again.

"I do," Jonie stated matter of factly.
     
 "It means you must protect yourself all the time," Evelyn said.  "Here, I've 
brought these for you.  Two condoms each.  Keep them in your purse and if the 
time ever comes when you give in to a boy who hasn't got one, at least there a 
good chance you won't get pregnant and you won't catch any diseases.  Of course, 
the Pill is the easiest but I'm sure your mothers won't be too happy about letting 
you use that right now, and the Pill will not stop you catching Aids or some other 
nasty if you pick the wrong guy to dally with."

"I  wouldn't be  game to  ask Mum  anyway," Kimberley said.

"Me either," Susie added.

"I've  already got  a  packet," Jonie  said.  "But  I don't use them."

"How did you get them?" I asked, enviously.

"My sister.  She takes them all the time, I mean one every morning.  Mum  
knows.  I think she does  it with her boyfriend but she won't say."

"If you've got a boyfriend, you can bet you'll get up to naughty things before long, 
and when you've done it once you'll want to do it again and again," Evelyn told 
her.  "You're probably right."
     
"Evelyn, wouldn't he make a mess of himself if the sperm shoots out so fast?   
He'd get it all over himself,"
     
I asked.  "Do they do other things too?"     

"You're right," she said.  "One of my boyfriends told me he always wore a rubber 
and when his pleasure was over he just threw the condom full of sperm down the 
toilet. One of my boyfriends went berserk every time he saw me taking my 
panties down and he took them home with him. When he gave them back they 
were always crunched up into a little ball and hard as anything.  He rubbed his 
cock with my panties and shot the stuff into them then screwed them up and put 
them away so his mother wouldn't find them."
     
"Did you have to throw them away?"

"No, it washes out, silly.  But I must say, letting him watch me take my undies off 
always made him so randy. He was a good lover."
     
"Why did you stop doing it with him then?" This came from me before I even 
realised.

"It was sad," she said with a far off look in her eyes.  "His parents moved away 
and I've never seen him since."

"Did you really take all your clothes off in front of him, Evelyn?" Kimberley 
asked.

"Only when we were inside, when our parents were out. Otherwise we did it in his 
car or in a forest or somewhere secluded.  Then he just unzipped his fly and I 
lowered my panties a little.  If anybody had ever caught us, we would have been 
at least decent."

"And you never got pregnant?" Jonie asked. "I took the pill and always made them 
use a condom, every boy I did it with.   It's important to make sure the damn thing 
doesn't slip off his cock until it's well away from your pussy too.  I've heard of 
little accidents like that."

"Gosh, it sounds so complicated," Susie wailed.  "I'd be too scared to do any of 
this with a boy."

"I want to do it, it seems so exciting." Jonie said and I could see she was very 
worked up.
     
"I'm sure you're going to be a little raver, Sullivan.  You're a very sexy girl," 
Evelyn said with a smile.  I was very envious.

"There's no class tonight, girls," Evelyn said as she put the pictures away and all 
of us moaned with disappointment.  "And I'll be away on a trip tomorrow over 
lunch.  We'll meet at my place after school and I want twenty dollars from each of 
you."

I was so surprised because Evelyn had never mentioned anything about charging 
for her class.
     
"Twenty dollars?  What  for, Evelyn?" Kimberley asked with surprise.
     
"It's not for me," she said.  "I'm hiring a special video for you.  You'll finally get to 
see people having real sex with all the details.  Even sperm.  In fact it'll cover two 
videos but the second one will be for later on. It will show some of the more 
beastly things men do to us. You need to see it so you won't be surprised when 
someone first tries."
     
"Gosh," Susie blushed.

"Can everyone bring that much?"     

"You bet," Jonie said and we all responded likewise.

Chapter Five
As I walked home that night I wondered what Uncle Ben would say if he knew I 
was going to see something like that tomorrow.  He'd probably turn white and 
forbid me but I had no intention of telling  him.  I was finally keeping a secret 
from my Uncle.  I knew I would feel bad about it so decided I would be extra nice 
to him tonight.

Meanwhile I had an assignment to do for Evelyn as well as the usual homework.  
But  Evelyn's was  the most exciting.  We all had to draw our left breast while the 
nipple was hard and raised and then carefully write dimensions just like an 
architect does on a house plan. Evelyn had shown us on a slip of paper so I knew 
what to do.

Stripping my blouse and bra off I looked at the swelling for some time in the 
mirror and realised how lovely they looked.   I had touched my breasts quite 
frequently and seen the nipple rise up so it took just a few seconds of fondling to 
achieve the result.  I positioned a mirror at the side of the breast so I could get a 
side on reflection in the big mirror on my dressing table.   With my ruler I wrote 
down all the sizes; thickness and length of the extended nipple, width of the 
aureole, distance between both nipples, width and height of my breast.  Luckily it 
was still very firm; well it should be, I thought.  I am still only seventeen. I was a 
fair artist and quite pleased with my work. I coloured in the nipple and made sure 
the crinkly taut skin where the nipple rose from my aureole was clearly outlined.  
I stroked my breast again to tighten the nipple and when I held it up  against the 
mirror image, found the likeness was very real.

I  was just  finishing when  the front  door slammed.

"I'm home darling," Uncle Ben called out.

In a frantic rush I grabbed my blouse and put it on, doing up the buttons as I 
scurried downstairs.  What if he had caught me?, I thought.  It would be so 
embarrassing. Then I remembered the drawing was still laying on my dressing 
table.  Uncle Ben rarely came into my room but if he did, he would see it without 
fail. I turned to run back as he called me.  "Can you take this dear?   I've got to run 
to the toilet." He left me with his bag, coat and parcel of groceries.   "Put them 
away," he called out.

If I ran upstairs now he would hear me because the floor squeaked and I had to 
pass the toilet.  I had to hope he wouldn't look in.   Please let him come straight 
down I prayed to myself.

I was sure he hadn't but when he arrived back, I saw him look straight at my 
breasts.  I turned deep red but he said nothing.  We made dinner and several times 
I caught him glancing at my chest as he sat opposite.  He knows, I thought and I 
bit my lip to stop a watershed of tears.  I was near telling him I was sorry for 
drawing it when he leaned over and said, "Darling, there's two buttons undone on 
your blouse.  It's gaping wide open."

I gasped and looked down all at once and found my bosoms were almost poking 
out for I hadn't even put my bra back on.   He could see the valley between my 
mounds but with all the worrying about being caught out for drawing a tit, I never 
realised I was so undressed.  In my rush to redress when he came home, I had 
missed them.

My face  was bright red  as I closed the  gaping hole and decided to brazen it out.
     
"Why, Uncle Ben you naughty man, you've been looking all this time.  Why didn't 
you tell me right away?"
 
It was his  turn to squirm and I'm sure  his face was redder than mine had been.

 "I'm sorry, darling.  I didn't want to embarrass you. I didn't see your...  I couldn't...  
It  didn't worry me, truly," he  stammered, returning to  the food in  front of him.

I moved around the table to his side.  "I know you wouldn't have looked.  I was 
just teasing.  Anyway, your almost as good as my father so I suppose you have 
every right to look at my... at these, if you want to." I was thinking how smart it 
would have been to say but couldn't believe I had blurted it out.  I kissed the side 
of his cheek and quickly sat down again.  It was my turn to concentrate on my 
food.

"You are a wonderful girl," he said and I saw his wide smile as I looked up.

"I didn't mean to say that, Uncle."    

"It's alright, darling.  It's wonderful that you can talk that way to me.  You're so 
open, it makes me feel proud."

"I do love you, Daddy," I smiled back at  him and we both realised together what I 
had called him.

"You called me, Daddy," he said, a little flustered.

"It just slipped out," I said.  "But it's true you are more like my Daddy than my 
real Daddy was."

"Time has changed your memory," he smiled back at me.
     
"No, I mean it.  You love me more than Dad ever did and I love you more too." I 
looked at him for a moment and then added, "Uncle Ben, would you mind if I 
called you Daddy all the time instead of Uncle Ben?"

 "Well," he sat back in his chair, trying to think of an answer.   "I don't see why 
not.   Yes, I'd  like that, dear. I'd be proud to have you call me Daddy."

I walked to his side and kissed him for longer than I had meant  to.  "Thank you,  
Daddy.  I'm glad we talked about this."
     
We were becoming a mutual admiration society, I thought but I wanted something 
more.  I wanted intimacy with him.  More than girls usually had with their parents 
and I was sure it could be made to happen.  It might just take a little time.
     
"I've got a bit of homework to finish," I said. "Would you mind if I didn't help you 
clean up tonight? I'll be down for the movie."

Of course he didn't mind.

I placed my drawing inside one of my books and finished the rest of my work in 
time to shower, pull on my nightdress, nothing underneath again, and join Daddy 
on the sofa as the movie began.
     
"What's it about?" I knew because I'd read the guide last night.  He'd  chosen some  
tear-jerker that  sounded lousy.

 "There's a better one on channel six," I said reaching for the guide.  "See, this 
one."
     
I held it up for him to read.  It was classified mature adult because of adult 
themes, nudity and sex scenes.

"It's alright.  I know you like watching those," I whispered near his ear.  "I don't 
mind, besides I might learn something," I giggled.
     
"You really shouldn't be seeing movies like this," he squirmed but flicked the  
channel over anyway.  "Would you mind sitting beside me, dear?  My legs..."

 "I do know why you want me off your knee, Daddy, but it's alright.  I know that  
men get erections," I whispered, my lips near his ear again, our cheeks together.   
"Please let  me  stay here,"  I pleaded.   "It doesn't worry me."

"But..."
     
"Just  hold me,  Daddy.  Hold  me tightly,  like your little girl."

Both my arms were around his neck and shoulders and he couldn't have prised me 
off if he wanted to.  I snuggled my face against his, he looking at the television, 
me looking over the back of the sofa.

"You can't see, dear," he complained.     
     
"It  doesn't matter.   I'll know  when the  good bits happen."
     
"What do you mean?"

"That's when this hard thing presses into me and your breathing gets faster," I 
whispered.

"That's naughty," he gasped.     
     
"I know."
     
"Maybe we shouldn't do this, sweetheart.  Would you like to play a game 
instead?"

"No."    
     
 His arms tightened around me and I felt his face press into mine.  It was very 
comforting and I felt secure in his arms.

"I love  you, Daddy,"  I whispered, not  listening to the film.
     
"You're being  very naughty," he whispered  back, but his hand stroked my bottom  
in acceptance.  "You deserve a spanking."

"One day I might let you," I replied and immediately I felt his hardness rise 
against me.

 "Is she undressed?" I asked.    

"No."
     
"So what made it hard?"
     
"You did, and it must stop."     
     
"Yes, Daddy.  I'll be your good little girl."     

 I had no idea why I said these things.  They just seemed sexy and I blurted them 
out.
     
After that, we were silent, Daddy breathing faster and his whatsit pushing into my 
bottom cheek from time to time.  He wriggled but couldn't stop the hardness from 
making it's presence felt.  I took no interest in the sound and in fact drifted off to 
sleep, waking  when he tried to move from under me.
     
"It's over," he said.

"Was it good?"

"Oh, OK I suppose."
     
"Plenty of uhm, bare breasts, I suppose?"    
     
"Don't be crude.  But yes, there were a few."     
     
"I  know.  I  felt them,"  I said  giggling into  his shoulder.

"Now stop it, darling.  It's embarrassing."     
 
I lifted my head and looked straight into his eyes. With a voice so serious it even 
surprised me, I said, "Daddy we're a team.  There shouldn't be any secrets 
between us and living together should be fun.  You shouldn't be embarrassed 
about sex in front of me.  I know men like to see naked women.  They all do, it's 
natural. Why are there so many girlie magazines on the news-stands and why is 
pornography so popular?  Because it excites men.  Why should you be any 
different?  I don't mind if you look at their boobs on TV or even if you brought 
home some of those books to read.   It wouldn't upset me in the least.  In  fact I'd  
like to read  them too.   I've never seen inside one and it intrigues me.  When I'm 
with you I'm not embarrassed about anything and I don't want to keep any secrets 
from you.  Nothing.  It's because I love my Daddy and trust him with everything.   
Can  you understand that, Daddy?"

His eyes never left mine for a moment and when I'd finished he swallowed hard.    
Our faces were close together and I felt him holding me by my rib cage, very 
tightly.
    
After a long pause, with tears making his eyes sparkle he said, "What did I do to 
deserve a daughter like this?  So mature in her understanding.   So beautiful and 
so wonderful.  Definitely beautiful.  You're right, we are a team and there's no 
reason in this world why there should be any secrets between us at all. I love you, 
darling."

He kissed me right on the lips.  Nothing bordering on sensual as they do in the 
movies, just a loving kiss of deep friendship.

"You've never kissed me on the lips before, Daddy. It was nice.  I'm glad we had 
this talk and I'm glad we'll have no secrets.  But it's only between us, right?  You 
wouldn't tell anyone about any of our secrets?  I'd simply die if anyone found out I 
sat on your knee so I could feel your erection."

 "Well perhaps that's getting a little too personal but you're right, I do get an 
erection when I see naked women."

"It must be difficult for you now that Aunt Patricia's gone.  For sex, I mean.  I 
read  that men need to do it regularly."
     
"It's true." He was uncomfortable,  I could see but I kept on. "You don't have any 
friends, any ladies, though, Daddy."

"I have you," he smiled,  the tears welling again but he was in control.
     
"That's not what I meant."
     
"I know.   No, I haven't had any lady friends since your mother died."
     
"There's girls you could pay."
     
 "I couldn't do that, it's  not right," he replied but he didn't sound convincing.

"Lot's of men do."     
     
"You're right but it's not for me," he blushed deeply.
     
 "Then how...?"    

  "Please let's not talk about that now, darling," he said as his voice almost broke.  
"Maybe another time.  I'm still getting used to this thing called no secrets."
     
"So you've got a secret you're not telling me about?"

 "I guess so.  Maybe one day I'll be brave enough."    
     
"You're a brave man to me right now, darling Daddy," I whispered and touched 
his nose with mine.   "I've got a secret to show you," I  said looking slyly.   "But 
you'll have to carry me upstairs."

"Why upstairs?"

 "Because that's where it is.  In my bedroom."    
     
 "You're not going to get...?"   
     
"What?"

"Undress in  front of me or  something?" He struggled to say the words.

"Would you like me to,  Daddy?" I looked seriously at him.

"That's not the point.  What we talked about tonight, about me looking at naked  
women.  You're not intending to do that because of what I said?"

"Carry  me  upstairs and  see,  you  silly thing,"  I giggled and kissed his lips.
     
"Oh, what have I let myself  in for?" He wailed as he lifted me effortlessly into his 
arms.
     
"This is  nice, Daddy.  I want you to lay me on my bed..."
     
"Please don't do something we'll later regret, dear," he pleaded, not wanting to  
break the spell we'd cast over ourselves.
     
"Lay me in my bed and tuck me in, I meant.  Oh, you are a silly thing," I giggled.  
"It will be just like when I was little.  Then I'll show you my secret."

"Thank goodness  that's all,"  he breathed a  sigh of relief.

I pulled the covers back while he still  held me and then he lowered me gently  
onto  the bed,  pulling  the blankets up around my chin.
     
"You look beautiful, you know."
     
"You've already told me."

"You remind me so much of..."     
     
"Of what?"    
     
"I'll tell you some other time."     
  
"More secrets, Daddy?" I  accused him.  "Now, can you pass me that book.  Yes, 
the one near my bra."
 
As I took it I held it to my chest and patted the bed for him to sit beside me.

"You look  as timid  as a  bridegroom on  his wedding night," I giggled.

 "I'm  fearing what  you're  going to  do," he  smiled back.

 "You remember  how I was  showing off my bust  to you this evening?"

 "How could I forget that?"    

 "Well it was unintentional, believe me.  When you came home tonight, I was 
doing something up here that until now I would have not told you about for 
anything. So I quickly grabbed my blouse, forgot about not wearing a bra and 
raced downstairs not realising I had left the two most strategic buttons undone.  
This was what I was doing, drawing for anatomy class.  It's an all girl one."
     
He took the drawing and studied it at length, glancing from time to time towards 
me, taking it all in.

"And this is your...?"

"It is a life size drawing of my left one, here," I patted my left tittie, "With all the 
dimensions."

"It is a beautiful breast," he murmured, as his fingertips ran over the page.  "One 
day I will photograph you just like this.  Would you mind?"

"No."    
 
"You're the image of your Aunt.   Did you  realise that?"

"I never  thought about  it.  Did you  photograph her like this, Daddy?"

"Yes."
     
"Can I see it?"    

"Yes, one day."     

"Daddy, will  you lay on  my pillow and hold  my hand until I go to sleep?"
     
"If you like."   
     
He lay down, taking my free hand between both of his.  We looked at each other 
and as he said, "Good night, darling," our lips touched and remained together.  I 
closed my eyes.
     
I never felt  him leave but woke the  next morning on my own.

Chapter Six
After the first twenty minutes, Evelyn's video got a bit boring.   At first our eyes 
were glued to the television screen as we watched a man with a definite sneer on 
his face walk into a bedroom.  A woman came into view from and began to 
undress him, moaning and gasping as she did so.  I couldn't work out why but she 
never stopped making those noises.  When his pants slipped to the floor to reveal 
he had no underwear on, we all wolf-whistled him.  She took the limp penis in her 
hands and began to rub him but it was a long time before he grew to any size at 
all.

 "I guarantee any boy you do that to will be hard as a rock in seconds," Evelyn  
said.  "These guys have probably fucked half a dozen other girls before this one 
and after the first one they begin to lose their stamina.  After six it  is just plain 
torture to get it up at all.  I've read all about the pornographic film industry."

"Shush," Jonie said because the woman had just kneeled down and sucked his 
limpness into her mouth.
     
"Oh, yuk," Susie groaned.  "I couldn't do that."

"You  would  for  someone you  loved,"  Evelyn  said. "They all love it."

Once he was hard, he stripped her clothes off in seconds and for the first time I 
watched a man and woman fucking, for want of a better term.  It was certainly not 
love making, there was no loving shown from either one. Just a series of 
unconvincing groans and grunts and it looked like neither was enjoying any of 
what they were doing.   Every now and then he'd grab her breasts and squeeze and 
maul them, sliding  his lips over them so hard that it must have hurt.

Then he turned her over so she was kneeling on the bed as he began poking away 
at her from behind.  That made her drooping boobs bounce so much he couldn't 
catch them for a moment.   We all laughed at the stupidity of it. Finally, on her  
back again, he pulled a face like he was in desperate agony, grunted a few times 
and  pulled his cock out as it splashed milky stuff onto her stomach.

Evelyn paused the video. "Well?" She asked.

"If that's  it, I don't  want to do it,"  Jonie said. "It was disgusting." We all agreed.

"I agree entirely, but that's pornography.  In these films you never see loving 
couples together and they always pull out just as he reaches his orgasm to show 
the sperm shooting.   Men go for that sort of thing.  We'll watch the next bit which 
might open your eyes some more."
     
It was a new scene, the actors were younger and the girl even looked as though 
she was enjoying her task of sucking the man's penis.    He was standing up, she 
kneeling.

"Typical male chauvinist," Susie muttered.  "Why should the girl be the one to 
kneel at his feet?"

"Because if he kneeled at hers, she'd never reach his cock," Jonie sniggered.

It seemed to go on forever.  In and out of her mouth, time and time again.  She 
stroked his ball sac and he moaned almost on cue as the camera focused on his 
face, which was always screwed up in what looked like agony.  At last he grunted 
louder and she released his cock but pointed it right at her still open mouth.  I  
couldn't believe what happened next.   His sperm squirted out right into her 
mouth, spurt after spurt, missing sometimes and landing over her face and hair.  A 
bit on her chin started to drip onto her breast but she remained quite still until he 
had finished.  Then unbelievably she sucked the soft thing back into her mouth as 
though she was washing it or something.  The last scene was a close-up of her 
face with sperm trails all over it.
     
No-one spoke.  It was deadly silence.

"Women do strange things to please their men," Evelyn said quietly, knowing we 
were stunned at what we had seen. "Does anybody want to say something."

"If touching a girl feels nice enough, I'm never going to let a man near my body,"  
Susie said with a disgusted voice.

"Have you  ever done  that, Evelyn,"  Kimberley asked quietly.

"I would think ninety five per cent of all women have at sometime in their life.  
Yes I have and it's not as bad as it  looks there.  You don't  have to let it  splash all 
over you.   Anyway I'm sure they like it better when the girl keeps his cock in her 
mouth until he finishes.  She can then swallow it or release it down the sink."
     
"I couldn't do that,"  Kimberley said, her face quite pale.  "Could you?" She asked 
me.

"I'm not sure.  If I was in love with him I suppose everything about him is nice.  It 
might be quite different if it's someone you respect."

"I couldn't respect anyone who wanted to do that to me," Susie said making her 
feelings quite clear.
     
"At least it's something you could do while you've got your periods," Jonie said.  
"I'd probably let him do it then."
     
"You could use your hand then," Susie suggested.

"It's something each of you have got to come to terms with and you needed to 
know what some men want to do.  We can't meet again  this week, but next 
Monday  you might be can't meet again  this week, but next Monday  you might 
be put off more than ever with  what's in the next video.  It is more bizarre and 
will probably shock you but you should see it.  Knowledge is power, remember 
that."

"I do want to see it," Susie said.  "But only to know what I have to stop them 
doing to me."
     
"Just remember these videos are made for male viewing and many men don't 
make such demands.  You will work your sex lives out as you see fit, believe me,"  
Evelyn said kindly.
     
"Well, you can watch the rest of this one but it's all similar.   Or I can show you a 
short one that's very special.  You won't see all the detail but you will see a 
normal couple making love.  Which is it to be?"

We all cried out together, "The second one."
     
"There's just one condition and I want each of you individually to promise you 
will never mention this to anyone.  Repeat, not to anyone."

"I promise, Evelyn," Jonie said.
     
"So do I," I agreed.    

"I won't tell anyone," Susie said.
     
"It will be my secret too," Kimberley said.    
     
"I will kill you if I ever find out one of you did," Evelyn said seriously. 
     
"Gosh," Susie said.
     
"Well, it's a very special video of two people and I borrowed it without them 
knowing.  It would devastate them if they knew."

She changed the tapes over and from the moment the screen lit up I knew it was 
an amateur video using a home video camera.
     
It was set up in a bedroom, a double bed with covers folded back and no actors.  
They arrived shortly, dressed in street clothes, hand in hand, the woman looking a 
little nervous.  I thought they were about Daddy's age, in their late thirties.

"I've  waited all  day  for this,  darling," the  man said.

"That thing  makes me nervous," she  said, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Don't worry, it'll be fine.  We can look back on this for years to come and when 
we're seventy we'll laugh together."
    
He knelt in front of her, holding her thighs and asked for a kiss.  She held his face 
with obvious love as she leaned forward and they held each other's lips in a long 
embrace.
     
He reached up and began to undo her jacket and the blouse underneath.  She 
stood as he removed these, leaving her bra on.  She turned her back for him to 
unzip her skirt and then her bra but when she turned around again, she held that 
garment in place.
     
"Time to display, darling," he cajoled and slowly moved her hands away to reveal 
a pair of firm upturned breasts.   He took his time kissing each nipple and 
complimenting her attributes.  Then he kneeled at her side and looked straight 
into the camera.  With a "Da, da," he slowly eased the black panties down her legs 
and stroked his hand over the black mat of pubic hair.

Standing behind her, he encouraged her to look at the camera and smile as his 
hands cupped her tits, stroking and gently squeezing.   "Has my baby got a set  of 
jugs or what?" He asked the camera,  bouncing her breasts with his fingertips.

His face was nuzzling her neck while he still tarried with her breasts and 
eventually she turned and began undressing him.  We weren't impressed with his 
not so muscled chest or portly tummy but when she dropped his underpants a hard 
firm cock sprang up and poked her hip.

"You're wet," she complained.     

"Guess who's fault that is?"
     
"It's always mine, isn't it?" She was smiling proudly and continued to do so as she 
looked directly at the camera and commented on his manhood.  "The moment I 
touch this it springs up.  Quite impressive really, over eight inches long and three 
inches thick and he knows how to use it.  Oh," she finished and we could see the 
blotchy blushes right down to her breasts. She laid him along the bed and began 
to stroke his body, kissing every inch she had touched, running her tongue around 
his nipples and belly button.   She played with his upstanding cock and balls for 
several minutes, putting the very tip of his cock between her lips as she kissed it 
from time to time.
     
"Wait," he called out and she withdrew her hands, watching his crotch intently for 
a few moments.

"Was it close?"

"Very."

"Then you'd better do me for a while." She lay down beside him and raised her 
knees.

He kneeled between her spread knees and kissed her passionately on the lips, a 
smile of anticipation on each of their faces.  Then slowly his lips moved down her 
body, kissing eyes, nose, ears, neck and finally the tip of each breast, which stood 
up firmly.

I glanced around and all eyes were glued to the screen, even Evelyn's.  She was 
smiling gently as she took it all in.

The man stayed attached to the breasts for a long time, kissing, licking, sucking 
the nipples into his mouth and blowing then out again.  He put his face between 
the mounds and pressed them against his cheeks before shaking his head from 
side to side and blowing hard.  The sounds were very clear.

 When he took a nipple between his teeth and stretched it upwards, making the 
breast a pointed cone, Susie uttered an, 'ouch,' in sympathy but no one lost their 
concentration.  Finally he complimented her attributes, moving up to kiss her 
quickly on the lips and then moved down again.   He wasted little time on her 
belly button once he had licked his tongue around the indentation and then he 
moved to her widely presented puss.

We couldn't see any of the pinkness, just the thick hair surrounding her private 
place.  His fingers moved to where her slit was and obviously parted the lips 
wider then immediately kissed them.  Several of us gasped and I felt the stirrings 
of arousal in my own loins as he continued.

"The most beautiful tulip in the world," he said aloud, looking up at her face with 
a smile.

She was stroking her own breasts now and was in obvious bliss for her head 
gently swayed from side to side on the pillow.

His face delved between her thighs again and I saw his tongue protruding just as 
he joined with her.

"Oh, my god," Jonie whispered.  "I think I'm going to come." No one seemed to 
care.

His face never rose from her puss after that.  He moved his head from to side and 
up and down rapidly, but whatever he was doing never ceased.  She was 
obviously aroused for her head was jerking up and sideways more often, she gave 
out little moans, which became louder.  Her hands were pushing his face harder 
against her sex hole.

"He's licking and sucking  her clitoris." Evelyn said quietly.  "It drives you wild."

Jonie was shivering which made me glance towards her. She had her hand under   
her skirt and moving it vigorously.  I don't think Susie even realised one of her 
hands was cupping her own breast. The man's hand was moving along his wife's 
thighs and over her  stomach, occasionally  touching the edge  of her breasts.   

"Oh, Jim, now.    I'm ready.   Now, please. Quickly." She was shaking so much I 
thought her orgasm had begun.

He moved quickly and I saw his penis slide easily inside her.  Her legs wound 
around his bottom and she locked then together with her feet.   Her arms clung 
tightly around his neck.

"Love me darling," she whispered and I saw his bottom begin to move up and 
down.  It was so different from the two scenes we saw on the last video.   That 
showed everything, the man's cock and her vagina, close-ups of her bosoms and 
their bottom holes.  All that.

This film left the viewer to imagine what was happening between them.  We all 
knew that between their pressed bodies a penis was being stroked in and out of 
the woman's puss and it was happening because they loved each other.  We didn't 
have to see the detail, we just knew.

They were both moaning in varying degrees, her voice much louder, higher 
pitched and synchronized to the thrusts he made into her.  His thrusting increased 
with more urgency and then she tightened her arms around his neck and shoulders 
as her voice rose to a continuous squeal, her legs shuddering and raised above his 
body. She had gained her orgasm and as she began to calm, so did he.   His body 
jumped so hard it seemed he had been electrocuted or something.  A deep 
groaning cry and his hips thrust at her like a piston and then quickly quietened 
down.

His whole body relaxed on  top of her.  She showed no discomfort at  his weight,  
her hands combing through his hair, as she kissed the side of his cheek. There was 
silence for some seconds then he pushed his upper body up and looked down into 
her face.

"That was wonderful, baby.  It  was so good," he said as he pecked at her lips.

"For me too.  I love you so much, Jim darling.  Oh, you have no idea how that 
makes me feel."   

She reached out and took a hand towel from her bedside drawers.  "I'd  better get  
rid of  it before  it makes a mess," she said softly.
     
"I'll do it." He took the towel and pushed it between his legs.  Then he quickly 
lifted himself over her, his penis much softer but I thought, still big.  It was shiny 
and wet. His hands went between her legs again. "Sit up for a moment, darling," 
he said.  "That's enough.  Gosh, look how much."
     
We couldn't see anything for he folded the towel as he lifted it away from her and 
dropped it on the floor. "Now for a rest," he said and moved back between her 
legs and clamped his mouth to her opening once again.
     
"Oh, I can't stand it any longer," someone said and I suddenly realised Jonie was 
having an orgasm right beside me.  She was shuddering and moaning in quick 
gasps.

I looked back to see the man rising to lay beside his wife, a hand cupping one of 
her breasts.  "I think there's still a lot in there," he said.  "It doesn't matter." They 
kissed each other and entwined their arms as they snuggled together.

"Are you alright, Jonie?" Evelyn asked.     

She was red faced but just nodded.   Her hand had withdrawn from where it had 
been.  "I  came," she  said simply.  "That's how I want to be fucked."
     
"I know what you mean.  It was beautiful, wasn't it?"

We were all so overcome with emotion that no one wanted to talk.  All I could 
think of was picturing Daddy and me doing exactly the same things.  I  was nearly 
ready to come myself, I thought, and yet I hadn't touched my puss at all.   Strange 
feelings were still bubbling inside and I suspected the others felt the same, even 
Evelyn.

"I think you should all go home, girls.  You've seen how beautiful loving sex can 
be.  That's  what you should always aim for."
     
She  looked at  Jonie.  "Do  you need  to clean  up a bit?"

"No, I'm OK.  Just a bit damp, that's all."    

Chapter Eight     
I couldn't wait to get home and took a shower straight away.  It was Friday and I 
had the whole weekend with Daddy to myself.  I didn't want to wait 'til after 
dinner before we could begin to talk, to tease each other. The last week or so had 
been a turning point in my life and I knew that I someday, soon I hoped, Daddy 
would become more than my father and friend.   Someday he would be my lover, 
teacher, disciplinarian, and my husband.

I was sure he knew more was going on between us than was normally acceptable 
between father and daughter, but he had made no move to stop it, although I had 
been the one who took all the initiatives.  I hoped that he accepted the closer, 
intimate relationship that had developed in the last week as something he wanted 
to happen too, not just going along with what I was doing for want of 
embarrassing me and then possibly losing my trust, my closeness with him.  
Surely he felt the sexual tension and liked it as well.  Not that we had touched 
each other sexually at all, it was innuendo and teasing but to me it was exciting 
and I wanted more.

If we moved to the next stage, perhaps letting him see me undressed or touching 
each other, would he continue to participate in my games or would he be 
frightened off? Did he think of me in a sexual way?  I think he did because of the 
erections he had but then, most of those were from watching adult TV shows.   He 
certainly enjoyed looking at naked tits on the screen.

What would he do if I put his hand under my nightdress?  Probably come, I 
smiled to myself.  And how does he cope with not having a wife to fuck?  If he 
knew I was willing to let him do it  to me, would he do it or run a mile?

It was then that I decided each step of my seduction, for that was what it would 
be, would progress very slowly. I had to be sure he was happy to move up the 
scale of sexual sin or I might lose him completely.  I was quite sure he would 
make none of the first moves in any stage of our sexual growing together.  But up 
to now, once I had done or said something, like acknowledging his erections, he 
never showed he wanted to stop.   Perhaps I should stroke it one time, which 
might be a good test.  And what about his reaction when we talked about 
spanking me?  I saw his eyes  light up at the thought.  I  hope he doesn't do it too 
hard.

I met him  as he opened the door,  dressed in nothing more  than a  new nightdress  
that fell  to just  above my knees.  It  was soft, pink,  covering right up to  my neck 
but a panel in the bodice  showed off my cleavage for what that was worth.   A 
size 10B bra means there is not a lot of mound  to poke out the  front but I thought  
they still looked beautiful.   The arms had short  puffed sleeves and little  flowers  
were  embroidered  around  the  neckline. Three buttons at the back held the 
garment together.

"Well, what's this?" He smiled and swept me into his arms, our cheeks touching.  I  
felt wonderful.   "I like this kind of welcoming committee," he added.  "Are you 
tired, dear.  Going to bed early?"

"Noooo," I said coyly.  "I just wanted to look nice for my Daddy.  Do you like it?"

 "You look just beautiful." He hugged me again and ran his hand down my back,  
just stopping short of  my bottom crease.

"I've not nothing else on again," I smiled at him.
 
"I thought as much.  Perhaps we should go to a nudist colony, then you could take 
this off too."

"Oh, you're naughty," I smiled and pecked him on the lips.  "Daddy I loved last 
night so much that I wanted to begin earlier.  Can we get home delivery for 
dinner?  Then we can snuggle up straight away.  You could shower now." 

"Sure, that would  be nice.  You order  what you want and I'll go upstairs."

We'd been smiling at each other from time to time as we ate  the pizza and  fries.  
There were almost electric signals passing between us and I was sure Daddy felt 
them just as much as I.  When we'd finished eating, I knelt on the sofa beside him.

"Do you know we've got tonight and two whole days that we can be together with 
no-one else around?"

"Yes, we have.  I hope no one interrupts us."
     
"The answering machine's on and I put a note on the front door to say we'll be 
back late on Sunday night."

"Thought of everything, haven't you?  Almost as though you've got something 
planned.  Have you?" He looked very serious as he looked into my eyes.

I put one hand against his cheek and pulled his face towards me, then whispered 
in his ear.  "Daddy, I've loved talking with you these last few nights.  It's brought 
us closer, don't you think?"  He nodded.  "And I've loved calling you Daddy.  To  
me you are  my true  real father, and  yet I  see you  as more  than that."
     
"Oh? How do you mean, dear?"

"Well, maybe it's just me but I think we've grown closer together than most 
fathers and  daughters.  Do you feel that too?"

"Yes, I do," he smiled back, touching my hand.
     
"There's nothing wrong with talking about personal things, is there, Daddy?  I  
mean it seemed so natural for me to talk about you having an erection last night 
and you didn't seem to  mind.  And we promised to  have no secrets at all?"

"Yes, I remember."
     
"So if I asked you something very personal, you'd tell me the truth, whatever it 
was?"

"That's what  it means.   I suspect you  already know what you're going to ask."

"I'm just a young girl and I've got to ask to learn things," I complained with a pout. 

"I think you know far more that I do," he smiled.
     
"How could I?" I looked at him with innocent eyes. "You're the one that's made 
love to a woman.  A man who's had sex.  I am still a virgin, Daddy.  I haven't even 
seen a man without clothes on yet."

"Oh, so you want to do that, do you?"

"What?"

"Look at a naked man."
     
"Yes,"  I  said self  righteously.   "A  girl can  be curious, can't she?"
     
He laughed loudly.  "Come here," he said, pulling me to him.  I was still kneeling 
on the sofa and had to raise one knee over him to balance me.  Then holding me 
close to his chest, our faces almost touching, he  asked, "And why are you curious 
about naked men?"

I remained silent for a moment and then with downcast eyes and a quiet voice, 
said, "Because I..."

"Well?"    
     
"Because I want to see what's between their  legs." I put my forehead against the 
bridge of his nose so I didn't have to look into his eyes.
     
"And what do you think is there?"

"That's why I want to look," I said, exasperated.     

"But what's it called?"

"His sex, I suppose."
     
"Do you know it's proper name?"
     
"His...  penis," I whispered, trying I looked embarrassed.     

"Well I  might be able to help your  curiosity," he said.
     
"What?  You?"     
     
"Yes, but not now.  Perhaps later."     
     
"You're going to show me what your... uhm, penis looks like?" I looked wide-eyed 
at him.
     
"Don't you want me to?"
     
"Oh.  I never thought..."     
     
"Well just  be a  little patient.  It  might surprise you."
     
"Oh you're just teasing," I said, smiling at him now. I sat back on  his lap, my legs 
on either  side of him and the  lump that  pressed upwards  into my  crotch was  
hard indeed.

"Oh, Daddy.  I  can feel your... your  thing and it's poking right at my..."

"Please move off, darling," he said seriously, and stayed very still while I did so.  
He breathed deeply once I had moved.

"Did I hurt you?"
     
"No.  It's not that.  I nearly..."

"I know," I said rather too enthusiastically.  "You nearly had an orgasm."     
     
"Well... Er, yes."  He was flustered so  I pressed home my advantage.
     
"Was it because I was sitting..."
     
 "Yes probably."

"Hmm," I mused.  "I know watching some things on TV makes you like that but  
we haven't even switched  it on.

"Why was it hard then?"

"My young daughter who wasn't wearing anything under her nightdress was 
pressing  herself against  me.  That's why."

"Me?  You were thinking of me and you got hard?  You were thinking naughty 
things about me?"
     
"I suppose I was.  Men do things like that."
     
I leaned  my head down and kissed him fully on the lips.  "I feel so grown up," I 
said with a smile.

He didn't go further so I  put on my Little Miss Innocence look again and asked, 
"Daddy?"

As he asked  what, I snuggled into his  side and felt an arm cup my elbow.

"When you got married, was she a virgin?"

He remained quite still and never answered.

"Daddy?"

"She was when we met," he said slowly.

"But not when you got married?"

"No, darling, not by then."

"So that means you..."

"Yes, we made love together before we got married."

"Gosh,"  I whispered  loud  enough for  him to  hear.

"Were you?"

"What?"

"A virgin?"

"When I met her?  Yes I'd never touched another woman before Patricia."

"That's sweet," I said looking up at him.

"She was a wonderful woman, in those days."

"I know.  I can remember her, Daddy.  But she changed didn't she?  She didn't 
seem  happy in the last few years. What made her do that?"

"She had her change of life early.  She was only thirty three.  That's why you don't 
have any brothers or sisters now.  It  changed her whole outlook on life.  Nothing 
was  fun anymore.   She simply stopped living.   That was what happened.  Once 
her  menopause came she lost interest in everything."
     
"It wasn't her fault?"

"No, just something that happened but she couldn't handle the changes that took 
place in her body."

"Did she still love you?  And me?"
     
"She stopped loving everything.  You mightn't have noticed but nothing interested 
her any more."

"Did she still love you? Did you still make love?"     
     
"Not for the last four or five years."
     
I  sat  up looking  shocked.  "Oh, you poor thing, Daddy.  That must have been 
awful." 
     
"It was.  I was still young and I needed..."
     
"I know, Daddy.  You needed to have sex, didn't you? It must have been so hard.?  
Did you... you know?"

"Did I what? What do  you mean,  darling?" I  saw his  face flush when he asked.

"You know, uhm...  uhm, touch yourself?"

"You know about it, don't you?"

"I know boys do it."

"How?"

"Oh.  Oh.  I've been terrible to you," I said and sat up to hold myself against him.

"No you haven't, dear," he comforted me.  "Why do you say that?"

"I haven't been honest with you?"

"What?  Oh,  of course  you have.   I don't  mind you wanting to know."

"No, Daddy.  Please listen to me.  I've even lied to you and I'm so sorry because I 
love you so much."

"I don't understand.  What's it all  about, sweetheart?"
     
"You  remember I  told you  about the  tutoring after school?"
     
"Yes."
     
"Well it wasn't exactly a school subject.  And I didn't draw my breast for an 
anatomy class, although it was only for girls to see.  You  see, me and my three 
friends,  Susie,  Jonie  and Kimberley,  you  remember  me talking about them?"

"Yes, I remember their names."

"Well, this year especially, we'd been getting into huddles and talking about boys 
and  things.  You  know, sex."

"Yes?  That sounds normal."
     
"But then one of the senior girls overheard us and said she would teach us about  
sex in, like a class.  Just the four of us and her as a teacher."

"Oh, I see.  And you told  me it was for school.  Yes you did lie, didn't you?  Well, 
what else haven't you told me?"
     
"We've met  at her place  after school twice  now and she's shown us things?"

"Shown you things?  Like what?"     

"Well, first of all, she told us how to touch ourselves and have an orgasm?" I felt 
myself blushing when I told him that. What would he really think now?

"Hmm.  This is serious, isn't it?  What else."     

"We all did it at home a few nights ago and then had to tell her how it felt and 
bring her a drawing of our puss. That was when you heard me making noises"
     
"Oh, I understand now," he said with a smile. " By the way, I think most girls call 
it their pussy."
     
"I know, but Mummy always called  it puss and I do it automatically. Anyway, I 
like to be different."

"What did this girl do with your drawings?  I take it you gave her the one of your 
bosom too?"
     
"Yes, she says she's going to frame them and hang them in her bedroom.  A sort 
of payment for teaching us."
   
"Has she ever tried to touch you, sexually, darling?"
    
"Oh, no.   I think she's honestly trying to help us learn.   She says it's practice for 
when she becomes a teacher."
    
"I'm sure you've more to tell me but let me say this first.  The two pictures you 
drew, your pussy and breast. I want the originals.  When you see her next, tell her 
you want them back.  That I know about them and demand them back.  That 
might frighten her enough to agree."

"But we all made pledges that we wouldn't tell anyone about the class, and I do  
kind of like it, Daddy.  I've learned an awful  lot.  That's how I know about  men 
touching..."
   
"I want those drawings in my room, sweetheart.  Your own drawings of your two 
most intimate parts.  And you did the breast so well."

"I'll try," I agreed doubtfully. Then he went on.

"So we know you lied to me.  That's serious enough. But it was after you 
promised me  faithfully, no secrets. That's even worse.  Why?"

"Because I was too shy to tell my Daddy about such intimate things.  Besides, I  
thought you would stop me from going again.  But I'm not as shy now.   That's 
why I  told you now."

"I see.  Well, I think you deserve some kind of punishment.  It really hurt me, you 
know,  learning you hadn't told the truth."

"I'm so sorry, Daddy.  Yes, punish me.  I deserve it. I'm truly repentant," I said 
innocently.  "I didn't want to hurt you, ever.  I love you so much," I said, wrapping 
my arms around his neck and kissing the side of her mouth.
     
"I'm pleased you're sorry and you show the remorse it deserves.  Punishment?  
Yes, you deserve  it and it has to hurt.  To make you remember.  I'll think about it 
over the weekend.  You'll have  to be extra good, from  now on." He patted my 
bottom,  for the first time with  evil intent, I thought to myself.

"There's  more,  Daddy.    I   want   to  tell   you everything."

"Oh, yes?  Go on."

"When only one of us described an orgasm she told us about  our clitoris.   You 
know, on top on my puss?  My pussy?  We all had to touch ourselves until we all 
came."

"And she never touched you herself?"

"No she just moved around and saw we were doing the right  things.  Then after 
school tonight she showed us some pornography.   Of men and women having 
sex.   It was boring and a bit sickening, I thought," I said.

"It usually is," Daddy agreed.

"But the second video was different.  She had a video of two people, a married  
couple I think and they were making love on their bed.   It was beautiful, Daddy.  
They were in love and everything they did was to make the other happy.   We 
didn't even see her uhm, her vagina or his thing going in and out because they 
were laying so tightly on each other.  But we saw  they both had orgasms and they 
did it with love.  It left me breathless.   I think I nearly came in my pants without 
even touching anything."

"Who were the couple?"

"She didn't say and was very nervous about us telling."

"A video they made of themselves that she found tucked away in one of their  
drawers.  Yes, it was probably her own parents.  I suppose the mother's breasts  
were worth seeing," he smiled slyly.

"You would have loved them. Oh, her parents? Oh, my gosh," I exclaimed when I 
realised what he meant.

"Well perhaps you can find out her parents names. If they match what they were 
calling each other, then you'll know for sure for what it's worth. Anyhow, see  
how you go at getting your original drawings back first.  Get the other girls to 
back you up.  They want them for themselves, not  for others to look  at and sneer.  
If  she won't  agree, we might  have to  take more desperate measures."

"Gosh, what?"

"Let's worry about that if she refuses."

"Alright, I'll try," I said, pecking his lips with mine again.  "Daddy will you cuddle 
me, please?"

I laid across his knees on my back and he held me in his arms, looking into my 
face and smiling.

"Close your eyes," he said."

I felt  his lips  brush my  forehead and  my eyelids. It felt  so comfortable and  
secure.  If he had  lifted my nightdress  and touched  me  I wouldn't  have stopped  
him because I was his entirely.  I am his love and he is mine. Oh, I hope it will 
work out that way

"You mean...  no,  I didn't," he said  with a shocked look and  then added, "but I  
could see a little  way down your nightdress.  They are beautiful, young lady."

"One day you can see everything," I whispered.

"When I photograph you?"

"It might not even need to be that," I suggested.

"Our  relationship does  seem  to be  going that  way doesn't it?"

"I hope so," I said softly but with definite purpose.

"I'm glad," he said, then added quickly,  "Would you like a drink?"

"Yes, please."

He brought me a glass of  red wine.  I had never been allowed wine before.

"Drink it slowly, it's potent," he warned.

"Are you trying to get me  tipsy so you can have your wicked way with me, sir?" I 
accused him.

"Whatever works," he responded.

"Do you  know there's a  naughty film on  TV tonight. Lots of boobs, I imagine."

"So you want to watch?"

"I want to watch your reactions."

"You're a  born tease,  you little monkey,"  he said, putting his arm around my 
waist  and letting it fall to my bottom.  He massaged what was  available, the bit I 
wasn't sitting on.

"You  still haven't  answered  my  question," I  said after a while.

"Which one?"

"The one that goes  something like, do you masturbate to get relief?"

"Don't you know?"

"Answer the question."

"I masturbate."

"How often?"

"When I need to."

"Answer the question."

"A few times a week."

"And you always come?"

"Of course.  Men do it easier."

"And quicker, I'm told."

"I suppose so."

"How?"

"How do we do it quicker?"

"How do you do it, full stop?"

"With my hand."

"It would make a mess."

"I use a condom to catch it mostly."

"What about other times?"

"It just goes down the toilet."

"Do you usually do it in the toilet?"

"Yes."

"What about in bed?"

"No, never."

"Why not?"

"It's more private in the toilet."

"So Aunt Patricia couldn't catch you?"

"Yes."

"But what about since then?"

"I never thought to change."

"Have you  been doing  it in the  toilet even  in the last few days?"

"Yes, I'm afraid so."

"You must be real quick.  I've never seen you stay in there for long."

"It usually is pretty quick."

"You should enjoy it longer.  It's better if you make it last, Daddy."

"I don't think I could."

"Have you done it more since I began teasing you?"

"Of course."

"How often."

"Twice a day."

"When?"

"Morning and night."

"Gosh, have I had that much effect?"

"More than you could know.  I feel like a boy in love."

"Oh, Daddy, that's the most beautiful thing you've ever said.  Do you really mean 
it?"

"It's true.   I'm sorry, darling, I  know I shouldn't feel that way."

"I'm glad  you do, Daddy,"  I smiled at him  with all the feeling  I could muster.   
"You make me feel  the same way."

I laid my head back against the sofa.

"Daddy, will you  kiss me like you used  to kiss my aunt when you were dating."

He  laid  back  himself  and moved  towards  me.   "I shouldn't even be sitting 
here like this," he said.

"But you are, my dearest,  and I'm waiting." I let my lips open slightly, a distant 
look in my eye, I hoped.

His lips  met mine  so softly it  was like  a feather touching them.  He  cupped one 
hand around the  back of my neck  and pulled  me closer,  his lips  moving over  
mine, the tip of his tongue wetting me.  I was breathing harder, feeling giddy  
with the thrill  of what was  happening.  I clung to  him and  pressed harder  
against him.   I didn't care  if it  hurt,  I just  wanted him  to  devour me.   I lightly 
touched  his lips  with the tip  of my  tongue and immediately he forced  his, deep 
inside my  mouth.  He was forcing  me  to open  wider,  our  lips crushed  
together, saliva forming at the corners of my mouth.  His breath was harsh, 
forceful,  as though  his mouth  was raping  me.  I loved  him.  I  wanted him  to 
rip  my nightdress  off and mount me.   Anything.  My  arms clung tightly  around 
him, urging him not to stop.

"Oh, what  am I doing,"  he cried out,  breaking from our embrace.  "I'm sorry, 
darling.  I shouldn't..."

"Stop it, Daddy.  Don't apologize.  It was wonderful, simply wonderful.   You 
made  me feel  as though  you were making real love  with me.  I had shivers  of 
lust running up and down my spine.  You were wonderful." I kept kissing his  lips  
and  face  as  I  spoke  and  slowly  eased  my movements.

He  laid his  head back,  his eyes  closed, breathing deeply as though exhausted.

"I could go to jail for this."
    
"No,  never,"   I  smiled  at  him.    "I  wanted  so desperately  for you  to kiss  me 
like  that.  I  have for weeks but lacked the courage to tell you."

"Oh, where will it end?"
    
"When one of us dies," I breathed softly, laying back beside him.

We both remained still for what seemed like hours and slowly our breathing 
returned to normal.  Finally I turned my head to look at him and he opened one 
eye.

"I want you to promise me something," I whispered.

"What?"

"That you  won't masturbate  in the toilet  any more. It  is something  to be  
enjoyed,  not rushed  in such  an uncomfortable place.  And  you've got to stop  
doing it so often.  It will wear you out  and you'll be no good when I need you the 
most.  I know what happens to most men, slam, bam, thank you ma'am, that's 
what Evelyn says.  That sounds exactly  what you've  been doing  all along.   
Would I  be too harsh  on you,  Daddy, if  I said you  have to  ask my permission 
before you touch yourself from now on?"

"I'd feel so stupid."

"But it would be only me who knows.  If you space out the times,  you'll look 
forward  to them and  they'll feel much stronger, I'm sure."

"Having  to ask  my  own daughter  for permission  to ejaculate?  Whatever would 
you think of me?"

"I love you and want you to feel good," I said.  "Can you remember making love 
when you got married?"

"Yes, they were good days," he sighed.

"You've had  a lot of  years that weren't  though and you deserve  better.  Tell  me 
about  your sex  life then, Daddy."

"She was  both beautiful and insatiable  when it came to sex,"  he said  with a  far-
off look  on his  face.  "I never knew much  at all.  She was my  first girlfriend 
and I'd never experienced sex before I met her."

"Go on."

"I'd thought of it  of course.  Fantasised about what I would do with women if I 
ever had the chance  but when I met her we were attracted to each other  
immediately.  She invited me into her bed on  our third date, you know.  We  had 
gone out to dinner and were  heading for the cinema  when she stopped, looked  
at me  and said,  'Make love  to me  please.' I'll always remember her  smile as she 
looked up  and asked me. I'd never  seen a naked woman  let alone made love  to 
one but she helped me over all the nervousness and gave me her virginity.  And I 
gave her mine, I suppose," he added.

"That is beautiful, Daddy.  I hope my first time will be as  gentle that.   But then  
I'm sure  it will  be.  My lover will be considerate and kind, I know."

"I hope so, dear," he smiled.

"Tell me about the things you did to each other."

"I wouldn't  know where  to start.  Just  picture any sexual activity and  I'm sure 
we did it ten  times over in those  first few  years.   She had  such  an appetite  for 
orgasms that she  wore me out time and again.   I was very virile in those days, 
hard as a rock, if you'll excuse the crudity, and ready to please but she could 
satisfy herself and make me come several times  a night, so much that many times 
I had  nothing left to ejaculate  inside her.  After one  of those  nights,  I was  
weak as  a  kitten for  the whole of next day."

"Tell me about your honeymoon."

"On  the tenth  day of  our honeymoon  we moved  to a private island retreat for 
ten days.  It was magic because hardly anybody was there and we had the run of 
the island. There was a little beach on one side of the island that we discovered  
and decided  to spend  the next  day there  on our own.  It was so out of the way 
and we only found it by accident.   She  had  wanted  to pee  and  pushed  herself 
through some undergrowth and there it was."

"It sounds wonderful.  So what happened?"

"We  packed lots  of food  and made  off.  We  skinny dipped  all day  and made  
love on  the sand  between each swim.   There wasn't  a chance  of being  caught 
and  your aunt, as  usual, became  sex hungry.   I'm sure  my poor thing was  red 
raw by  the time we  got back.  It  was the only time  your aunt  ever had  a 
multiple  orgasm.  She came  three or  four times  in the  space of  five minutes 
while I was still..."

"Still what?"    

"Still pushing  into her.  I  hadn't come at  all and she had done  so at least three 
times.   She was shrieking at the top of her voice with ecstasy."

"Lucky thing.  I hope that happens to me."
    
 "When it was over, she laid on her back, pulled me to her and said, 'If that's a 
sample of what's to come, lover boy, I want it all.'"

"Oh, if  only I  could feel  like that,"  I dreamed.

"You will, I'm sure."     
     
"I  hope so.   I love  sexy things,  like we've  been talking about."

"Would you like to see her photo's?"

"Oh, yes."

He  came  back  with   a  large  portfolio  case  and carefully opened it, making 
sure I couldn't see inside.

"You've  got  to understand  we  were  engaged to  be married  when most  of 
these  were taken  and we  had been making  love  together  for  at least  six  
months,  so  by disrobing for me, she was  not doing anything more than we had 
been doing before.  She  was just seventeen when these first ones were shot."

She was  the most beautiful  girl I had  seen.  Daddy passed me each photo, which  
were quite large, about a foot square  and very  professionally photographed.   
They were all in black  and white.  She was naked in  every pose and positioned 
her so her sex  slit was covered in very subtle ways.   A  finger or  hand  just  in  
the right  place,  a daffodil in one rested on  her pubic hair, her legs closed in  the 
others  but  always her  breasts outlined  against lighter  or  darker  backgrounds,  
her  nipples  long  and pointed.   A warm  smile always  faced the  camera and  in 
every one, invitation and  innuendo somehow told the viewer that she was 
available  for numerous delights.  The effect Daddy had achieved was incredible.

"Daddy, they  are so  beautiful.  It looks  as though she was offering herself to you 
in every photo."

"Indeed  she was.   It  was her  way  of keeping  her nipples  pointed, I  always  
thought.  Talk  sexy and  her nipples always swelled like that.  It worked every 
time."

"Gosh, I can't do that."
     
"Maybe you'll learn.  Perhaps   you  need   some stimulation there for it to begin."

"Are you offering?"

"No, just awaiting the invitation."

"Hmm," I mused.

"Have you noticed something?" He asked, looking at me for reaction.

"Her breasts, you mean?  They are magnificent.  You'd be disappointed with mine 
after those."

"They are impressive aren't  they?  Remember you have every chance to catch up 
yet.  But it wasn't that, there's something else."

"I'm not quite sure what you mean."
     
"Come here," he said, taking  my elbow and walking me to the mirror on one 
wall.   He held one of the photo's up beside my face and I looked at both images 
in front of me.

Myself  and my  aunt.   As though  we were  identical twins.  It was incredible 
how  alike we were.  She was the same age as I am now.  I tried to smile the same 
smile and we were mirror images of each other.

"I  look exactly  like her,"  I said  slowly.  "Daddy you're still living with your 
wife."

"It  is amazing,  isn't  it?  You  are  exactly as  I remember her  when we were  
married.  Your mother  and she were sisters, you know."

I'd never thought about that because we hardly ever visited Aunt Patricia  and yet 
it didn't surprise me.  So  that's why you took  me in so willingly  when Mum and 
Dad died? Two brothers married two sisters."
     
"Yes.  I wasn't sure your mother ever told you and we weren't as  close as we 
should  have been so you  saw very little of us when you were small."

"Gosh, and just imagine.  If I look so much like your wife, it's almost as though 
you have her back  again."

"I hadn't thought  of it that way.  I  guess the last four or  five years of her  
tempers and lack of  love made me forget that. No, baby, you're you, and no-one 
else."
     
"I'm glad about that."
     
"I have more, do you want to see?"

"Yes, of course," I said.  "Every one you have."     
     
The  next  photograph   was  decidedly  different  in content.  She was  bending 
over, her legs  wide apart with the sea and sand in the background.  The camera 
was behind her and her face and breasts were shown between her widely stretched  
legs.  Her  puss and  bottom hole  were clearly visible  and  yet  her  smile was  
unchanged,  cheeky  and loving, a woman full of life.
     
"Look  closely,"   Daddy  said.    He  handed   me  a magnifying glass  and I 
studied her  photo, especially her puss  closely.  It  took a  while to  realise what  
he had meant and then I gasped.

"Is that..."

"Yes,  my sperm  running down  her leg.   I took  the photo just after I had  
ejaculated into her."

"Oh, it's so incredible.  She's just been..."

"Fucked?"

"... fucked and is standing  up for your camera.  She was a woman with a 
difference."

He handed me the next  one, showing her still smiling but  decidedly larger.   
Aunt Patricia  had indeed  put on weight at  some time in  her life.  Her breasts  
were much larger and I hadn't realised how big her nipples were.

"Your cousin's in that  picture," he said.  "It was taken about four months after the 
last one."

"She is pregnant?  No wonder she's bigger."

The next  one showed her  laying on a bed  still very nude, but  much larger.  She  
was bulging.  Her  legs were spread  and pulled  up  and one  finger  was touching  
her clitoris.  I was looking into her birth canal.

"Just one  week before  our baby  son was  born."

"You had a baby?  What happened to him?" I asked with an  almost  trembling  
voice  for I  didn't  realise  Aunt Patricia had been a mother.
     
He handed  me the next  picture showing her  and baby wrapped in a blanket and 
most likely still in hospital.

"He was one day old," he  said with a sob he couldn't disguise. "He died a week 
later with heart problems."

"I didn't  know." I  said putting  my arm  around his shoulder.

"I often  wonder whether  that was  the cause  of her becoming so morbid in her 
last years."

He handed me the last photograph face down, and I saw his hand  shaking.  I 
looked  questioningly at him  but he remained  still.  When  I looked  I saw  a 
young  superbly built young  man, quite  naked, sitting on  the edge  of a bed, with 
the largest erect cock  I had seen.  It was much larger than the husband in  
Evelyn's video, and he had one of  his hands  around the  base of  the shaft.   
There was undeniable pride in his face as he looked into the camera.

"It is the only photograph  your aunt ever took.  She has a  miniature of  that 
picture in  a locket  around her neck even  now.  I  said I  would show  my 
manhood  to you tonight."

"You're as big a tease as I am," I accused him.  "But it is a beautiful photograph.   
Is it still that large?" I looked straight into his eyes, smiling questioningly.

"You've felt it.  What do you think?"    

"I'll have to  take another feel," I  laughed.  "In a little while."
     
"I'll be waiting."     

I handed  the photos  back to  him, holding  the one where she was bending over 
and  kissed her puss for a long moment.
     
"I wish  I had  been able  to kiss  it in  person," I whispered.

I  looked into  his eyes  again and  asked seriously, "Are you hard, Daddy?"

"Of course not," and then with some hesitation added, "Oh, you mean...?  Yes, 
fairly.  Why?"

"Because I want to feel it."
     
I stood in  front of him and opened  his robe.  "Take it off," I said.
     
"What are you doing?  I  can't...," he gasped but did as he was told.

His cock was  making a large lump  inside his pajamas and I  was almost  tempted 
to  wrap my  hand around  it, I wanted  to so  much.   Instead  I knelt  on  the sofa  
and straddled him as I had done earlier.  I was kneeling up so my head  was 
higher  than his face  just above  my breasts and I held  him to me pressing a 
breast  against his face, saying nothing for several minutes as I let him enjoy what 
he had  never touched before.   I stroked his  face gently and as he nuzzled my 
softness  with his nose, I could feel the urgency in his body.

Finally I lifted my nightdress from where it had been caught  between us  and sat  
myself  down in  his lap,  my vagina now  just the  thickness of  his pajamas  
away from making the fatal connection.

"Oh, shit," he said.  "I can't bear this."

"You must.  It's you're destiny."

"Be careful, darling," he whined, hissing between his teeth as I ground my  puss 
against his hardness but I noticed he made no move to stop me.  The lump had 
parted my  puss lips and I was feeling  the purest joy as both my  labia and clitoris 
were urged  to react against the thin cotton of his pajamas.

Except for my groin, which  ground away in his lap, my body hardly moved and I  
gazed steadily into his face.  It was squeezed  up as in agony  and I don't think  he 
saw me looking at him at all.

"Is it good?"

"Not so  fast, darling," he pleaded.   "You will make me come any  moment.  
Stop." The last  warning was genuine and I immediately  pulled away.  It took  
him some minutes to relax.

"Would you like to lift  my nightdress off, Daddy?" I asked him seriously.

"Can I?  Yes, darling, very much."

"I thought so.  But not tonight.  It would spoil what I have planned for the 
weekend.   For you too, if you had came in your pajamas tonight.  You must 
promise that you won't, Daddy.  Promise?"

"I'll do my best."

"No, you've  got to promise you  definitely won't let yourself do it.  Now say it."

"Oh.  I promise I won't come.  But you've got to stop teasing me," he countered.

"I don't promise that at  all," I said sulkily.  "The difference between men and 
women, Daddy, is that I can let myself come a hundred times and  still be ready 
for you to make love to  me again straight away.  Well,  I might have exaggerated 
a  little, but you  know what I mean.   Now if you came  only once, you  might not  
be able to  please me again  for at  least a  whole  day.  Men  are so  selfish. 
You've got  no right to  stop me from enjoying  pleasure I can sustain.  Am I 
right?"

"I suppose  so but  it's not fair  that you  have the right to tease  me beyond what 
any man  could endure, just for  your  own  pleasure  and  yet  still  demand  my  
own abstinence."

"Hmm.  You  may be right  at that.  I won't  press as hard then." I began to  stroke 
myself against his erection again and found the intensity  rose more quickly inside 
of me.  There is  no doubt women like a  little tenderness, I thought with a smile.

I opened his pajama top  and slid my hands around his rib cage.

"Open your eyes, Daddy.  I want to talk to you."

"Wha...  Oh,  please stop for a  moment," he pleaded, looking up at me.  I eased 
off until I was almost still.

"Are you rich, Daddy"

"I suppose so."

"Rich, very rich or stinking rich?"

"Hmm," he  mused for  a moment, still  flinching from time to  time from the  
feelings my puss was  annoying him with.

"I guess very rich, bordering on the stinking side."

"Millions or tens of millions?"

"Perhaps one ten million." He smiled at the thought.

"And plenty of that is money?  Cash?  Lolly?"

"A fair bit of it."

"And how  long would it  take to sell  everything you own and turn it into cash?"

"What is this?   Are you planning on  a killing?  Get rich a little quicker than 
expected, perhaps?"

"Oh,  no,   Daddy.   If  I  did,  this  lovely protrusion  would  stay  soft  for  ever  
more    and it's   so priceless I could never think of doing it an injury.  Well?  
How long?"

"Why?" He demanded, doubtful of my motives. "Perhaps thinking of taking your 
dear daddy to court for child molestation, then?"

"You know I'd never do that. After all, I'd lose my most precious plaything. No, I 
just need to  understand everything about you  so I can work on the plan I have for 
us both."

"I'll tell you but, darling,  there is no way I would or could sell the business.   It's 
not the right time, I'm probably the only one who could continue it's momentum 
and it brings  in far more  profits than just the  cash would. Far more."

"Then there's  no need  to sell?  That's  good.  What about the house and cars?"

"Why would you want to sell them?"

"Just tell  me," I said exasperated.   "You will make any decisions  anyway.  I'm  
not going  to sell  them from under you.   I couldn't, of  course.  But if I'm  going 
to organise what I have been thinking about, I've got to know everything about  
our finances.  Income,  expenses, assets and liabilities."

"Want me  to complete a  balance sheet just  for you. Yes, I'll get  them to do that, 
but never  let the IRS see it.  It's got to be destroyed when all this is over. Anyway, 
what's this about 'OUR' finances?"

"It needs to be plural for my ideas to work, I think so at least. And the Balance 
Sheet is just what I needed," I said with a secretive smile.  "Thank you."

I  leaned  against him  and  opened  my mouth  as  we kissed.

"Who could run the business while you're away?"
     
"Will  this ever  stop?" He  threw his  hands in  the air in mock frustration.

"Sure, when you tell me."

"How long?"

"What?"

"How long do you want me to be away?"

"Oh, I never thought.  Say six months."

"Impossible.  Two months at the most, No more."

"Four."

"Three," he countered.

"Done.   Who?"

"My General  Manager would  do the job  adequately as long as  I am  in touch  at 
least  weekly.  And  the three months  would  have to  start  on  a certain  date.   
It's absolutely  essential that  I attend  the quarterly  Board Meetings.  I don't want 
to be deposed in my absence."

"That's  all fair  enough.   Good then  I'll work  on three months.   By the way, 
we're  going shopping tomorrow morning.   I need  five  hundred dollars,"  I said  
coyly. "Now that I know how rich you are."

"Gold  digger," he  accused.  "What  are we  going... Oh,  stop.  Quickly,"  he  said 
urgently  and I  instantly pulled away from  his cock.  "That was  close," he 
sighed. "Can you let me rest for a while?"

"What about me?  I feel frustrated," I whined.

"I can't  stand it any more  if I'm going to  do what you say.  I can please you with 
my hand if you wish."

"I'm not  that sort  of girl, Daddy,"  I said  with a frown.

"Oh, yes you are."

"I know but my puss is off limits still, I'm afraid." He looked sad.

"I'll tell you what you're going to do tomorrow."

"Yes, what?"

"You're going  to drive me  to town because  I've got some special  shopping to  
do.  Then you  are going  to go into as many sexy book shops  as you can find and 
buy lots of picture books.  You know the ones I mean?"

I felt his cock jerk beneath me.

"Girlie magazines?"

"Yes those,  and ones with gentlemen  doing things to ladies that  they should  
only be  doing in  private.  The ones that show everything.  You've seen them, I'm 
sure."

"Oh, one or two."
     
"I want lots more that one or two, Daddy.  All sorts. Are  there   places  that  sell  
very   naughty  ones?"  I accentuated the word, very.

"You mean illicit ones.  Outside the law?"
     
"Yes."

"Like what?"

"Oh,  perhaps young  girls doing  things and letting men do things to them, very  
young girls with no clothes on," I stressed.

"I could go to jail."

"You won't get caught, you're too smart."

"Anyway why do you want those?"

"To increase your vigor when it fails."

"So there will be a  activities that will cause me to lose my stamina?"

"Oh, most  definitely.  Well, your wife  achieved it, why not little ol'... but that 
may be some time off yet."

"I think you're a bigger tease than she ever was."

"Thank you, kind sir.  I accept your compliment."

"Anything else?"

"Of course.  Books about spanking, especially wayward girls.   Evelyn said men 
like to spank young girls bottoms so I  know  you'd  like those.   In  fact  from  the 
reaction of the  lump under me, I'm sure of  it.  Are they available?"

"Oh, yes, they aren't forbidden.  What else?"

"Whatever takes your fancy.  Some videos, maybe.  But not  the   boring  ones  
like  I   saw  today.   Something up-market."
     
"I'll see what I can find.  How many?"

"Lots and lots of books.   A few videos They can last us for a  while.  Now while 
you're at it,  some things for me.  Six  sets of  sexy panties, a  large packet  of ultra 
thins sanitary pads and lots of condoms."
     
"I   couldn't  buy   those  things,   especially  the lingerie.  I couldn't." He had 
turned pale at the thought.  "And I wouldn't know what would fit you."
     
"If you can  buy books about people  fucking, I don't see why you can't buy me 
some knickers, Daddy.  You'll get to put  them on me,  you know. And take them 
off again.  I  take size ten,  it's so simple."

"But going to pay for them..."     

"Just be brave,  little boy.  And use  cash, not your credit cards."

"Ah, I see. And did I hear correctly?  The naughty girl says her Daddy gets to 
dress her in them. Does that go for the Kotex too?" He asked with a devilish smile     
     
I looked at him with what I called a dismayed look. "Don't press your luck too 
far, you dirty old man. Just do as I tell you and nothing more." Then I smiled and 
said, "Meet me at midday and you can take me somewhere nice and expensive for 
lunch.  You can court me, Daddy."

"That sounds nice," he said.  "Yes I'd like that."
     
"Good.  Now be strong.  I  really need to come before the movie.  I think I'll sleep 
through it."

I  began moving  against him  again and  the feelings soon returned.   I slipped  
my hand  between us  and began wriggling my finger over a very sensitive clitoris.

"Is  this incest,  Daddy?" I  was breathing  fast and perspiring.

"Very nearly," he whispered.

"Good."  The  climax hit  me  without  warning and  I jerked violently  against 
him,  then pulled  away quickly. He  could feel  the vibrations  as my  knees clung  
to his thighs and my loud moaning  probably aroused him near to disaster.

I  was  kneeling up  now  and  laid my  whole  weight against his chest and face, 
my boobs crushing into him.

"Oh, it's  so gooood," I heard  myself cry, thrusting my groin into his chest while 
my shuddering continued.  My hissing  subsided slowly  and  I rested  against 
him.   He pulled my face to his  and kissed gently.  Nothing bold or demanding, 
just soft and soothing.
     
"That was good  for you, wasn't it?" He  asked as our cheeks came together.
     
"Yes.  I  needed to  do it. Have you ever seen a fifteen year old girl frig herself on 
your lap before, Daddy?" I knew I was being very cheeky but I loved teasing the 
man I loved. As far as I was concerned, I was a grown woman and nothing we did 
together was sinful.

"Not even in my wildest imagination," he smiled wryly. "But I do enjoy our 
adventures together, sweetheart. In the last couple of weeks you have given me 
new life."

"That's what I have been trying to do, Daddy, to give an old man new vigor in his 
big stick. One day we might decide to but  you've got  to keep your promise.  It 
will be all the better for you if you do," I  said  looking at  him  seriously again.

"I've got my very own daughter organising my sex life. Who  would believe  me if  
I told  them my  daughter forbade me to masturbate in my own bed? 

"No-one because you're not  going to tell anyone, are you?" I drummed my finger 
into his chest several times.

 "That's right."    

 "Good.  Now you can stroke my bottom while you watch your naked women,  but 
only over  my nightdress." I said as I laid along the sofa on my stomach and laid 
my head in his lap.
     
"You're a bloody little tease but I suppose it's a  start," he sighed.  I  felt his hand 
come to rest on my bottom cheek and felt his fingers begin to move lightly.

Chapter Nine
He shook me awake some time later. "Come on, off to bed. The movie's over."  
We walked to our own rooms together and I kissed him when we reached my 
door.

I gave  him enough time  to settle into bed  and rang his intercom.

"Yes?  Is everything alright?"

"I want to talk with you," I said.

"Oh.  What is it, darling?" His voice inquisitive and yet in  the same loving  tone 
that Daddy always  talked to me in.

"Have you got your hands off your thing?"

"I promised I would."

"And you're keeping it?"

"Yes."

"Good.   I  want  to  know  some  things  about  Aunt Patricia.  Would it hurt too 
much to talk about her?"

"No, darling.  Not to you."

"And would it hurt you if I called her Mummy?"

"No, I don't think so."

"I'm glad.  Now tell me; when you made love, what did she like the most? What 
gave her the most pleasure?"

"We are getting into the deep stuff here, aren't we?"

"It will help  me, Daddy.  When the  time comes, I'll know what is best for you."

"Oh,  my...   I'm  glad this  conversation  can't  be taped."

"I am taping it, dearest," I said.  "But just for me, No-one else."

"I hope that  if you ever let me...  uhm,  if we ever reach the stage I think you've 
just talked about, you will be as adventuresome as your mother was when we first 
began making love."

"It sounds  exciting, I'm tingling inside.   What was her favourite, Daddy?"

"You want me to go into detail?"

"Of course."

"She liked  to perform for  me first.  It  might have been a strip-tease,  or dress up 
and act out  some sort of fantasy.  You  know, a  schoolgirl who would  act 
innocent but  make double  meaning conversation,  displaying what's between her 
legs but pretending she didn't realise she was doing it.  Or be a nurse  and order 
me to expose myself so she could examine me.  Lots of things that way."

"And when she'd done that...?"

"Then her favourite next move  was to be the dominant one.  To sit on top of me, 
push her pussy onto my erection and  do all  the moving  herself.   I think  she got  
more pleasure because she could move  as quickly as she wished, as her arousal 
grew."

"She fucked you?  Did she always have an orgasm?"

 "Every time that way."
 
"Gosh, every time?"

"When I  was on top,  she always showed  her pleasure but  there  were  many  
times that  only  I  received  the ultimate pleasure."

"What did you like the best, daddy?"
     
"That's easy.  Oral sex was the best."

"What does that mean?"

"Oral  sex?   Oral, you  know,  your  mouth.  Do  you understand?"

"I don't  think so,"  I said having  a fair  idea but wanting his description.

"I found it  wonderful when your mother  took my cock into her mouth  and 
licked and sucked me  until I orgasmed inside her."

"You mean  your white stuff  shot into her  mouth?" I wanted him to believe I was 
incredulous.
     
"Exactly that, darling.  Does it offend you?"

"No,  I'm not  offended  because if  you  like it,  I want to do it for you too,  but it 
scares me a  little.  If you like that, I know you will want me..."

"If we  reach that stage, yes  I would ask you  to do that for me," said and then  
went silent for a moment.  "I think I've scared you off.  I hope you can 
understand."
     
"I understand  it's sexy for you.   What happens when it's inside her  mouth?  I 
suppose she had to  rush to the bathroom?"

 "She  could  but  she usually  simply  swallowed  it, confessed she  loved me  
doing it that  way and  kissed me while her lips were still slippery."

"Didn't you like doing it  the normal way?  You know,

"Of course  and we  did that the  most but  you asked about my favourite thing."

"Oh, yes I did.  What  about when she stroked your...

"Masturbation?   Of course  I like  that.  Haven't  I tried to get you to do it?  To 
me, I mean?"

"I don't remember," I said, honestly.
     
"When  you   rubbed  yourself  against   me  tonight, darling.  I desperately 
wanted you to finish me off."

"Oh, that?  I  know but it's not the  right time yet. I'll know  when it's right  and 
you've got to  be patient. You're not rubbing yourself now, are you?"

"No."
     
"Can you  tell me  about some  of the  really naughty things  you  did together?   
You  know,  really dirty  sex things." I was almost drooling  as I asked, hoping to 
hear the most illicit of activities.

"We swapped  clothes once then  went to dinner  and a show.  On the way home 
we stopped in some forest, stripped naked and made love on the warm car bonnet.  
We drove home naked and  your mother stained  the car seat with  all the sperm 
that drained out of her.  I made her lick it up.  Is that dirty enough?"

"Not bad.  Well, really not bad enough."

"I  thought it  wouldn't be.   I sodomised  her quite regularly and  she never 
hesitated  at letting me  have my way."  

"I don't understand," I  said but felt myself getting very damp.

"I fucked  her bottom  hole, darling.  She  bent over and after plenty  of  lubricant 
had been  applied, I pushed my cock right up her bottom hole.  All the way in."

"She wouldn't have let you do that," I gasped, unable to comprehend her pain.

"She even offered it sometimes, especially when her period had arrived.  It didn't 
hurt her at all.  Just like going to  the toilet, she always  told me.  But I  was the 
one who had  all the nice feelings.  It  didn't arouse her at all as a matter of but 
offered it because she knew  I enjoyed doing it.  Her bottom was so much tighter 
than her pussy."

"Daddy, did you ever kiss her puss?"

"Every time  we made love.   She adored it  and often came that way.  It made  
her really aroused and helped her to reach a climax once we began to fuck 
properly."

"Did you like doing that to her?"
     
"Of course.   As I  said it gave  her pleasure  and I liked to give that to her."

"When  you sodo...  whatever it  was, didn't  you get uhm, her bottom stuff all 
over you?"

"Shit?   No,  never.   There are  ways,  little  one. You'll learn."

"Do you want to do it to me, Daddy?"

"Of course.   It would  be expected,  especially when your periods arrive."

"But I could use my mouth then." At least that's what I thought up to now.

"And your bottom when I want it."

"Oh, I see." I gave in too easily, I told myself.  It would tear my bottom to pieces, 
his huge cock.

"Did she ever have sex with someone else?"

"Not that I...  Of course not, you little imp."

"Gotcha,   Daddy,"    I   laughed.     "Sleep   well. Goodnight."

I  hung up  before  he could  respond.   After a  few moments I buzzed him again.

"Thank  you, my future lover,"  I  whispered.  "Please  dream about me."

"Good night, dear," he said.


Chapter Ten
"Wake  up, Daddy,"  I  said  as I  laid  a tray  with breakfast on his bedside table.

"Wha...?   What  is  it?"  His  eyes  hadn't  focused properly.

"It's time  to get up.   We have  a lot to  do today. You've  been  good,  I  hope.   
No  naughty  overflows  or anything?"

"I didn't jerk off if that's what you mean" he said, sitting up.
     
"I'm glad to hear it.  Take off your pajama pants and let me see there's no stains or 
hard crinkly bits.  That's a sure sign, I'm told."

He didn't object, just smiled and  wriggled around for  a while but eventually 
handed me the warm  bottoms.  I smelt them and  held them against my cheek.
     
"I  just wanted  to  feel them  against  my face,"  I giggled, throwing them into his 
face as he lunged at me.

As I ran from the room I reminded him to hurry for we had a lot to do this 
morning.

He handed me the money as  I left the car.  "I'll get you  a  credit  card  next  
week,"  he  promised.   "Happy shopping," he smiled as he drove off.

You don't know the half of it, I said to myself.
     
I had five hundred dollars and not a lot to buy but I wanted it to be the best 
available.  I headed for the most exclusive lingerie  salon I knew.  It  was 
daunting.  Here was  I, a  fifteen  year  old asking  for  some very  sexy underwear 
that a fifteen year old shouldn't need.

"Yes, madam," the  young woman asked me.   "How may I

"I want..." Damn, I had  to swallow.  "Sorry.  I want a lingerie set," I said 
blushing.  I'm sure she noticed.

"Do you have anything in mind, madam?"

"Uhm, no.  Maybe I should just look around."

"It's to please a young gentleman?"

"Yes," I nodded self-consciously.

"You've never done this before, have you?"

"No.  I'm sorry."

"Don't be.  We  all have to start  somewhere.  Do you have a favourite colour?"

"I was  thinking about  a deep  claret.  Do  you have anything like that?"

"Oh, I'm sure we do.  Do you want see through?"

"Yes, at least some of them."

"A full set?  Bra, panties and suspender?"

"And  a chemise  and camisole if  you  have them."  I  knew I  was blushing 
deeply and I  couldn't control my nervousness.  I was  doing something  illicit.  I  
was buying  lingerie to arouse my dear father and all  I could think was that this 
girl knew everything.

"There's  no  need to  be  nervous,  dear," the  girl smiled.  "It's  not an offence to  
purchase sexy underwear to please your  man.  Just be yourself and I'm  sure I can 
help make your purchase just right."

"Oh," I laughed self-consciously.  "It's just that he asked me to  buy something to 
please him,"  I said, hoping she would believe why I was  so nervous.  "He even 
gave me the money."

 "Men are so silly, aren't they.  You no sooner put it on  and  they want  to  take  it  
off." We  both  chuckled together and I felt much better.

"I  want  something that  hugs  my...  curves and  is smooth to touch,"  I said.  
"And another set  that is very see through.  Gosh, he gave me all these 
instructions."
     
"I know  exactly what you  mean.  Are you a  size 10. 10B for the bra?"

"That's right," I looked at her in amazement.     

"Well you  go into the  change rooms and  remove your top and underwear.  I'll 
bring some things in."
     
I felt  stupid standing  in the  middle of  the small cubicle  wearing nothing  above 
my waist, having  divested myself of blouse, bra and panties.  She didn't even 
knock, just walked in and took me all in.
     
"Just  beautiful," she  said nonchalantly.   "I think these  will interest  him." I  took 
a  set of  deep claret flimsies and a  white pair that I could  see right through even  
doubled over.   "Try them  on.   I'll be  back in  a moment."

I  tried the  dark set  first and  found they  fitted perfectly, especially  the panties, 
which  stretched firmly over my  puss and bottom.   I felt so  sexy when I  ran my 
hand  over my  crotch  and along  my  bottom crease.   The fabric was so  smooth.  
I was about to take  them off when she walked in again.
     
"Very nice," she said  encouragingly.  "He won't need any urging when he sees 
this."

"Yes they are nice," I said.  "I'll take these."

"Wise choice.  What about the others?"

"I'll have to  make sure they fit." I  began to lower my panties but  hesitated when 
she didn't  leave.  She saw me stop and look up at her.

"Oh, you want some privacy?"
     
"I think so."

"I'll be back," she said and left.

The  white  pair  left nothing  to  the  imagination. Surely the manufacturer  had 
never meant these  to be used for underwear for they left everything on show.  
There was no gusset  and my pubic hair  was on view.  Even  with the chemise 
over my bra, I could still see my nipples.  In the mirror, my bottom crease was  
totally on view.  I began to remove them,  not wanting her to  see me this way  but 
she popped back.

"Oh,  yes.  Very  sexy.  I'd  like to  take you  home myself,"  she almost  
whispered.  When  I looked  into her eyes,  she blushed.   "I'm  sorry, I  shouldn't 
have  said that.  I'll be outside when you're through."

"No, miss," I said quickly.   "Don't go." I could see the hope  in her  eyes but it  
quickly disappeared  when I added, "I  need a  nightdress in  these materials  too.  
A long one with  the claret and a much shorter one, just  below my hips in the 
white."

She moaned softly as she left  and I knew I had won a lover if I had wanted one.  
She returned soon with exactly what I  had ordered  and both  fitted perfectly.   
She had even  brought stockings,  white  for the  see through  and black for the 
claret.  "I think black is so sexy with that colour," she advised.

"Thank you.  I'll be out shortly."

She was hovering near the door.

"You   have  decided   to  take   them  all,   madam? Excellent," she smiled when I 
nodded.

"I'll need a pair of baby blue full briefs as well in size 16,"  I said.  "And a  white 
cotton pair.  Oh,  and a pair of cotton panties size 10 in white."

The thought made her blush  but she said nothing when she held them for 
inspection.   I told her they were right and she began to wrap them.
   
"That  comes  to  three   hundred  and  seventy  five dollars, Madam,"  she said, 
and  I was sure she  doubted I had enough  to pay her.

"Do you have a card, Miss?' I asked, looking directly into her eyes  and she 
handed one to me,  her hand shaking nervously.   I knew  she watched  me as  I 
left  the shop. Live in hope, darling, I thought to myself.

Next  stop  was a  body  shop  where I  purchased  an assortment  of  body and  
massage  oils.   The drug  store supplied condoms  and lubricant.  I knew  Daddy 
was buying condoms but  I wanted him to  see I could acquire  them as well.  Last 
stop was for perfume and other toiletries.
     
I was  amazed that time had gone so quickly for I was late for our  luncheon date 
and hurried to the restaurant.

"Sorry,  Daddy," I  said.   "Time  flies when  you're spending someone else's 
money."

He saw the  armful of parcels.  "I take  it you don't have  much left.   "Are they  
presents for  me?" His  face showed a wry smile.

"Maybe. Eventually.  Are you curious?"
     
"Oh, yes," he said matter of factly.
    
"Well I hope they make  you happy but I'm not telling you what's in them.  It's a 
surprise."

"Everything  about  you  is a  surprise,  my  darling girl."

"Did you get everything?"

"Yes, but you might be  disappointed about one of the items."

"No I  won't," I  replied.  "I will  never be disappointed with anything you do."

"I hope  I don't  disappoint with my  lovemaking," he whispered very  softly, 
leaning  towards my ear  so no-one could possibly overhear.

"I missed being with you,  Daddy.  I don't want to be separated again if we can 
help it."
     
"You send shivers up my  spine," he said, taking hold of my hand.  "I'm in love 
with you as deeply as I was with your uhm, mother.  At least  until before she 
changed," he added.

"I love incest, Daddy.  I  yearn for the day you take my virginity," I whispered, not 
taking my eyes from him.

"So do I.  Will it be soon?"     

"Please  be patient,  darling," I  smiled back.   "We have lot's of time and the 
waiting is so delicious.  Don't you think?"
     
"Yes  but  it  is  so frustrating  for  me.   Do  you understand?"

"Of course and one day all that will go.  One day you will own every cell of my 
body."

"Will it  be soon?" He  looked at me  hopefully.  Our eyes never left each other.

"I hope so."     

"What would you like to eat?"     
     
"Your cock," I answered and immediately realised what I had said.  "Oh, I 
meant..."

"I'm glad you meant it,"  he almost laughed as he cut off my embarrassment.   
"Your choice of the  menu gives my heart new fire."

"You're silly," I smiled back, squeezing his hand.
     
I can't remember what I had eaten or even that we had eaten at  all, when  Daddy 
stood up  and suggested  it was time to leave.

He carried the parcels for  me and put his arm around my waist as we left  the 
restaurant.  I snuggled into him, and we giggled knowingly together.
     
As  we were  driving home  I turned  and asked,  "Did doing all those things give 
you an erection?"

"Of course, silly.  What do  you take me for?  When a man gets inside  one of 
those bookshops he  can't help it. It's so hard to disguise, too."
     
"I'd like to see inside one someday."
     
"You're going  to as soon  as we get home.   I bought out the whole damn shop," 
he said gleefully.

"So they are sexy, the books?"     
     
"I think so."
     
"Good.  But before anything, when  we get home I want you to  go straight up  
and take  a long hot  shower, then come back to the living room, totally naked."
     
"You mean it, darling?"

"Yes, I do.  You'll find that  I will have made a bed for you  to lay on.   Lay on  
your tummy, Daddy,  with one pillow for your  face and the other for  your lovely 
cock.
     
"Oh, yes and what's going to happen then?"

"I'm going to massage your poor tired body.  Make you feel nice."

"Oh," he sighed with anticipation.

"Yes.  You  must keep your  arms above your  head and never open  your eyes,  
even once.  It  may be  quite some time before I come down to begin."

"How long?"

"Long enough  to pretty  myself up.  I'm  sure you'll notice my perfume before you 
feel my hands."

"Hm.  I guess I can be a little patient," he agreed.

"Anything else you see there is not to be touched."

"Alright.  I think I can carry out those orders."
     
I took  considerable trouble in preparing  myself.  A long  very hot  bath where  I 
relaxed  and worked  out the final details of  what I would do.  I even  washed my 
hair and knew  that would take another  half an hour to  dry. I carefully put on the 
claret red underwear, black stockings and chemise.   I thought I  looked the 
sexiest  woman born and hoped  Daddy would  think so  too.  It  was one  of my 
important strategies because I had decided to finally give my body over to his 
gaze  and touch.  Not for sexual union, which I liked  to think would be our first  
true lovemaking, but everything  else  was going  to  be  granted to  him  this 
afternoon and evening.

Finally,   my  full   length  nightgown   covered  my underwear.   It was  so  
smooth, I  spent  some time  just aroused too.

He must have been waiting for around two hours by the time I walked into the 
room.   I wondered if he was asleep for he looked so  peaceful.  I  kissed him  
gently on  the cheek  and he smiled slightly and sighed.  I think he noticed my 
perfume, which was very expensive.

"Don't make a sound, darling," I whispered.  "And you mustn't  open your  eyes 
until  I say  so.  You  will spoil everything if you do."

He never moved at all.

"I am  going to  give you a  massage, Daddy.   A very long  and very  uhm, 
intimate  massage.  It  is one  of my gifts to  you and it  is with all  my love." I  
kissed his soft lips for a long moment.

I stood  back a little  and looked carefully  at him. He was quite nude, the first 
time I had seen him this way and realised he was more  muscle toned that I  had 
expected. Just a hint of a spare tire around his  waist, which pleasantly surprised.   
The more  I looked the  greater my love for this man, my future ravisher.

He was laying on two  coffee tables pushed end to end and covered with a narrow  
foam rubber mattress that I had seen  in the  garage.  His  face  laying on  a pillow  
was turned  to my  side and  looked so  peaceful.  The  pillow under  his hips,  
into which  his man's  cock was  buried, lifted the roundness of his bottom.  I 
wanted to spank his globes but resisted for the time being.

He  had to  have seen  what  was laying  on  a small  table nearby.   A  condom  
still  in  it's  packet,  a  tube  of lubricant  and  the  pair  of  baby  blue  panties  I  
had purchased  this morning  which  were now  laying over  his bottom  cheeks.   
I wonder  what  he  thought about  those things.

"Enjoy it all, my darling,"  I whispered close to his ear.

I stroked his face, lightly  circled his eyes with my fingertips and gently massaged 
the  bridge of his nose and forehead, then  turned his face  over and repeated  
what I had done.

Then opening a bottle of  musk body oil I rubbed some onto my hands  and began 
to massage the  tension away from his  shoulders and  neck.   I wondered  how  
long I  could maintain a steady rhythm for there was still a lot of body to go.  As 
my fingertips  manipulated his tense muscles, I saw his  face snuggle  deeper into  
the pillow.   Did that mean he was enjoying?  Yes, I decided.  My fingers pressed 
deeply into the  flesh along one side of  his spine, right down to the beginning of  
his bottom crease, and then back again.  I turned my hands around and took large 
pinches of his flesh between thumb and  the fingers of each hand, and worked my 
way down his side,  over all his ribs, his waist and his hips.   Then I played drums 
on the  same area with the sides  of my hand, giving  mini karate chops as  I had 
seen  on  television.   I  walked  around  the  table  and repeated the same process.

He wriggled  and moaned very  slightly and I  knew it was enjoyable.  I  pushed 
my thumbs deeply  into the flesh on either  side of  his spine  and worked  them 
downwards, manipulating every vertebrae as I went.  Sometimes I would slap him 
with  short sharp, very quick  slaps that sounded louder than I am sure they felt.

Then  I pushed  and  poked the  flesh  on his  thighs calves and ankles, nudging 
his  feet apart so I could just reach a fingertip into the  crease below his bottom.  
When I did  this he  flinched for  I was  dangerously near  his testicles, and  I had 
learned  how sensitive they  were to the touch of a  female's fingers, especially an 
incestuous daughter's fingers.

Then it was  his bottom that gained  my attention.  I ran cupped  hands under  the 
panties  and over  each moon, drawing the  tip of a finger  down the full length  of 
his crease  until  it contacted  the  shriveled  skin of  his scrotum.  That was his 
most  sensitive point to this stage but I knew a much more  erotic area was to 
come later when I began to...

I stopped thinking ahead  and returned my thoughts to pleasuring this  beautiful 
pale  smooth bottom.   One hand stretched his crease  apart and I used just  one 
finger to diddle his bottom hole, such  a tight little brown dot and obviously very  
sensitive for  him.  He moaned  loudly and tried to open his legs wider but I eased 
them closed.

Lots of cheek squeezes,  returning to simple stroking as my hands  glided over the 
twin globes.   I imagined his cock stiff and pulsating beneath this very same spot.
     
I kissed  the lines that  separated the backs  of his thighs from his bottom cheeks,  
a distinct curved line and ran the  tip of  my tongue  along it as  well.  Then  as a 
final gesture  gave him a  short sharp slap on  each cheek which made him jump.

And now the time of exposure had arrived.
     
"Turn over please, darling," I said. "Your big moment has arrived."

After so long in the  one position he struggled to do so  but finally  managed.  
There  before my  eyes, proudly erect, hard as marble, glistening  from the 
wetness he had discharged, rose his cock.

Oh, for goodness sake, I wailed silently.  It's twice as big  as the photo.   It will  
never fit inside  me.  It will rip  me apart.  What am  I going to do?   I had never 
felt  more  panic  than  this  moment  and  then  suddenly realised that this same 
weapon had already done to my aunt what it would  eventually do to me.  We are  
both the same size so  it must fit.   There was so  much I still  had to learn.

"Do you want me to  be naughty, darling?" I whispered in his ear and held my 
face against his. He  nodded  slightly and  I  saw  a strange  look  of anticipation 
on his face.

"Remember, you  still have  to keep your  eyes closed and not say a word," I 
reminded him. "Just remember, you're not allowed to shoot your stuff out until I 
say you can."

I kissed his lips, his eyes  and licked the tip of my tongue into each ear.  "My,  
how big it is, darling.  It's got a little eye right in the front.  I suppose that's how 
it's going to spit at me."

I changed  from massage  to light titillation  of his skin, my  fingers trailing  over 
his  chest, his  arms and down each  side but not  making contact with  the 
hardness that he so  desperately wanted.  Down his  legs and around toes which  
twitched with tension  then back up  along the inside,  slowing as  I came  nearer 
to  the source  of all pleasures, as far  as he was concerned.   His cock flicked up 
and  down and  I assumed  he had  no control  over this movement.  He widened 
his  knees allowing me easier access to where he really wanted my fingers.

"Do you want  me to touch you,  darling," I whispered suggestively.  He  simply 
whimpered, screwing  his eyelids tighter.

My fingers touched  the edge of his  pubic forest and circled the circumference, 
rising over his scrotum but not touching, much to his chagrin.  He whined in 
frustration.

I placed  the panties over  his erection and  drew it slowly off,  making him  gasp 
with  pleasure.  At  least I assumed  that was  what it  was.   His cock  was taut  
and shiny,  not from  wetness but  from the  tightly stretched skin.  I  opened the  
panties and  slipped the  waist band down over his erection then cupped my hand 
around it.

His  buttocks rose  and  finally  relaxed again.   He groaned from  need for  relief.  
I intended  to masturbate him until he came inside the panties, just like Evelyn 
had told us about but he was so tense I imagined he would shoot off as  soon as I 
began to move my hand.

Instead,  I tickled  my  fingertips as  lightly as  I could  along it's  length,  and over  
his balls, strange things that they were,  several times, making him continually  
jerk and gasp.  He probably wouldn't last much  longer so I  decided even a  quick 
masturbation would be more acceptable to him than allowing him to shoot off 
without the help of my hand at all. Don't know how I knew all this stuff. It just 
seemed so natural to me, goodness knows how.

And quick it was.  I  leaned near his face and simply said,  "Enjoy  it,  darling," 
then  began  pumping.   Five movements and  his body  jerked, his  bottom rose  
off the pillow as he bridged his back and he began a deep growling hiss as sperm 
splashed inside the blue silk.  I maintained only  the slightest  movements  until I  
was  sure he  had completely finished

I let go of his penis but left the panties where they were.  Instead, my hands 
circled his face and I kissed him full on the lips, a long lingering kiss, loving.

"It's   so  strong,   darling.   It's   something  so wonderful  to  watch and  know  I  
was  able to  give  you pleasure.  It was wonderful, wasn't it?  Tell me, darling. 
You can talk."

"Oh, baby girl.  I never  knew how wonderful.  It has. been  so long,  I had  
forgotten what  a woman's  touch is like.  Yes, it was the  most wonderful feeling 
I have ever known."  He returned  my  kiss  and I  wanted  it to  last forever.
     
"Lay still, darling," I told  him.  "Rest.  I know it is draining.  Ha, Ha.  In more 
ways than one, of course."

I took the  panties and wiped him as dry  as I could. The amount  of spunk that  
had not  been soaked up  by the panties was amazing  and I had to hold it  in two 
hands to stop  it  running  everywhere.  Eventually  I  folded  the panties  into a  
ball and  left  it on  the table beside the condom.

Then  I laid  down and  cradled his  face against  my breast.   With three  layers  
of silk  between breast  and face, he still smiled happily as he lay still.

Nearly an hour passed before he stirred.   

"Thank you.  It was truly breathtaking." He was still half asleep.

"Do you want to get up?  I have some more surprises."

"I feel so weak."

"So you'd better get some exercise," I encouraged and reached for the mass of wet 
panties.  "Step into these.  I want you to wear them."

Without even looking he lifted  one foot and then the other.  They  were almost in  
place when he  realised they carried his  emissions.  I  refused to  let him  take 
them off.
     
"They're going to dry on you," I demanded and he gave in.

"I  can't  sit  down,"   he  complained.   "I'll  wet anything I sit on."
     
"Yes that's why there's a towel on the settee."

I had to giggle at the  way he walked, trying to keep his legs apart as if that would 
help.

"I feel stupid," he complained.

"Yes, I can imagine," I  laughed.  Then he took notice of my new nightdress for 
the first time.

"Baby, that's beautiful."

"You're going to take it off me later."

"You mean it?"

"Yes.  Excited?"

"I  can't believe  it.  Will  you let  me fu...?"  He never got the chance to finish the 
sentence.

"You mustn't  fuck your virginal daughter  yet, Daddy. But I promise you, it will  
be you who takes my virginity. No-one else will have that privilege."

"I can't  believe it.  My  own daughter jerks  me off and  now  offers  me  her  
virginity.   Tell  me  I'm  not dreaming."

I took his  hand and held it over one  of my breasts.
     
"You are  not dreaming, Daddy.   You are simply  in incest heaven."

"Oh that I know and I'm as guilty as sin."

"It's not a  sin, Daddy.  It's pure love.   I love it and you  love it.   We both  love 
each  other.  We  are in love.  Nothing is wrong with that."

"I know, darling.  I know that."
     
We laid our heads together  on the sofa and both fell asleep, his hand still over my 
breast.


I woke when his hand  became somewhat insistent as he squeezed me hard.

"Why, Daddy?   What are you  doing?" I tried  to look shocked.

"Just  surveying," he  smiled  at me,  not the  least bit embarrassed.

     "Can  I  take this  thing  off.   It's so  hard  it's prickling me."  He was  trying to  
push the  blue knickers down but I  could see they were well molded  to his body, 
set in  glue, or  goo as  I remembered  the large  rush of sperm he had left.

"If you  take it off,  you'll wet me with  your magic wand.  It seems to be wet all 
the time."

"It's all  your fault,"  he blamed me.   "I've really got to  get it off.   My... my  thing 
is growing  and it's hurting."
     
"Well you could wear a condom.  Would you do that?"

"Yes, OK."

"Come here." I prised the  hard panties away from his skin, an  inch or so  at a 
time.   He oohed and  ahhed and pulled faces as it was pulled from him.

"I  don't want  to  do that  again,  young lady,"  he grimaced.

"But  you  would if  I  asked  nicely, wouldn't  you, Daddy?"

"I'll do anything you ask."

"Now that's real love," I hugged his nakedness to me.

"Would you go and bring in all the things you bought?"

"Sure.  I'll put a robe on."

"No.  Just as you are."

"What?" His voice  lifted a pitch or  two.  "I've got to go outside?."

"It's dark.  No-one will see."

"But what if..."

"Daddy?" I looked hurt.

"Oh, shit.   Yes, I'll do  it but it'll  probably get me arrested."

"I'll bail you out."

He  returned with  an armful  of brown  paper wrapped parcels, some  quite large.   
"Wow, you  did buy  the shop out," I said.

"Shops," he  corrected me.  "I bought  something from every one I went into."
     
"Well, let's start opening them."
     
"There's more," he said and went outside again.

I had to giggle at his cock as it bobbed up and down. I couldn't imagine what it 
would be like with one of those hanging between my legs.

He brought another load just as big as the first.
     
"It's a smorgasbord of  sex," he laughed.  "You've no idea the range  I could buy.  I 
hope I  picked the sexiest ones but you never know  until you get them opened.  
Often the cover's a lot better than what's inside."

We  were like  two kids  in a  toy shop,  we couldn't decide what to  look at next.  
There were  girls with big, big tits  and wide  open pusses, cocks  of every  size 
and shape, which  amazed me,  and lots  of spunk  splashed all over  the place,  
especially  over smiling  faces and  fat boobs.

"These interest  me," Daddy  said, holding up  a book titled, 'Spanking Naughty 
Girls'

"Oh, yes," I said with  doubt in my mind.  "I suppose you got plenty of those."

"Yes,  look.   Strict Discipline,  Spanking  Stories, Naughty Girls, Teacher's  
Cane, but I think  these are the best." It  was called Blushes  and I dared not  think 
why. The covers showed  girls in various states  of undress but they   were  all   
young,   demure  and   faces  full   of embarrassment.  Underwear was  in 
disarray, panties around their ankles,  braless or boobs  peeking out from  under a 
tight shirt  or open blouse.   Girls bent over a  chair or table offering themselves 
up to discipline by men standing over them, mostly much older men.

It certainly affected Daddy for his cock was pointing up stiffly.

"Would you like to do that to me, Daddy?"     

"Oh, yes I would, darling,"  he replied almost with a groan.

"You  can.  I  won't object  but you  mustn't take  my panties down.  Not yet.  
Would you like to do it now?"

"Yes,"  he whispered,  watching  me to  see I  wasn't offended.

"Well, first you'll have to put a rubber on.  I don't want you shooting your stuff all 
over me."

I opened a  packet of condoms and tore  the foil off. It was sticky with lubricant 
just like the ones Evelyn had given me.  I began to roll it along his erection as I 
looked smugly into his eyes.

"Pinch the  tip, darling.   So it won't  explode when I..."

I hadn't learned that trick  before but found it easy to expel all the air.
     
"Now I'm  all yours,  Daddy.  Be  gentle with  me," I said in a little girl's voice.

"You've been  a naughty, naughty girl  and deserve to be punished," he  said 
threateningly as he  grasped my arm and pulled  me close.   "Ten of the  best, 
young  lady and when I've  finished, you will  thank me in a  very special way."

"Yes, Daddy," I whimpered.

"Now stand up straight  and remove everything you are wearing," he said as I  
looked up at  him in shock.   "Everything except your panties," he added with a 
wicked smile.
     
 "You'll have  to do  it," I said  lifting my  arms up high.  He lifted  the nightdress 
over my head  and then my chemise leaving me in bra and panties.

Daddy was going to get a look at my tits before I had planned.  It will probably 
make  him all the more aroused, demanding that of me rather than waiting until I 
did it.
     
"Yes, Daddy," I  said with a look  of contrition when he told me how naughty I'd 
been again.  I tried to look as young  as  I could,  hopefully  ten  or eleven  
because  I suspected that was what Daddy fantasised about.

He watched closely  as I slowly unclipped  my bra and let it fall to the floor, 
putting my hands behind my back.

His  sharp intake  of breath  told me  he was  indeed aroused.  My tits  were small 
enough to be  ten or eleven, or that was  what I thought.  But when he  reached 
out and cupped them  I felt much more  mature.  I felt sexy  and I wanted him to 
continue.

"Oh,  Daddy, that's  so nice,"  I purred,  pushing my chest firmer into his hands.

"It's  supposed to  be punishment.   Humiliation." He growled.  "Don't you feel 
embarrassed?"
     
"It feels  so good  though.  How  could I?"  I asked. "Oh, keep stroking them.  I 
love it."
     
And  he did.   Stroking and  squeezing, pinching  and twisting,  all the  while his  
rubber covered  cock jumped involuntarily.  His  breathing was fast and  his eyes 
kind of glazed over.   I could imagine him  drooling, a trickle of  spittle falling  
from the  edge of  his mouth  but of course that didn't happen.
     
"Hug me and kiss me, Daddy.  Like a real woman."
     
"You are a real woman," he said as I fell  into his arms  and let  him do all  the 
work. His arms held me tightly as  his hands roamed over my back and shoulders.

"One day, young lady," he warned.  "One day I'll wipe the smile off that pretty 
little face.  One day..."

He daydreamed, I was sure so I said slyly, "I suppose I would stop smiling if I had 
an orgasm."

"The only  orgasm tonight  will be mine,"  he groaned and pulled  me across  his 
widely  spread knees.   I could feel  the hardness  of  his erection  pushing  up into  
my tummy.

"Now, ten  of the best,"  but instead of  a spanking, all  I felt  was  his hands  
roaming  over my  panty-clad bottom and in between my legs as he cupped my 
vulva.

I never  even realised he  had lifted his  hand until the  sting of  it landing  with a  
loud thump,  my panties taking away the sharpness of the sound.

"Ouch," I  cried out  in genuine distress  because it bloody well hurt.   "It's too 
hard.  Please  don't hurt me so much, Daddy," I wailed.
     
But he took  no notice and soon I was  howling out at the top of my lungs, but try 
as I might, he was too strong and I could not move away from his torturous intent.

I was sure my behind had  split open for it burned so much  but  he never  eased  
up  until  I heard  him  hiss, "Nine...  Ten.  There, young lady.   Ten of the best.  
Now kneel between my knees and suck  my cock.  I want to shoot inside your 
mouth."

I had never  heard him speak like this.   It was like he was another person, 
demanding and cruel.

"Come on.  Hurry it up.  Suck, you little slut."

His penis was pulsing as I kneeled between his knees, the thin rubber condom 
showing the deep purple of his cock head.

I took the hardness in  my hand and lifted it upwards to my  mouth and  allowed it  
to slide  inside, so  big it forced my lips wide apart.
     
I sucked  and licked the  rubber covering as  my lips slid up and down his hard  
shaft.  He laid deeper into his chair, moaning with the pleasures my tongue was 
producing. I had no  idea how  long this would  take, the  first time this thing, this 
baby maker had been where it was now, but I knew  it  was giving  him  intense  
pleasure.  Twice  he called out for me to  stop, which I did immediately, giving 
him a few  seconds for his arousal to  subside.  The third time though,  I kept 
sucking  and suddenly his  whole body shuddered and I felt the rush of his stuff as 
it passed my lips  and shot  inside the  condom.   It seemed  to go  on forever and  
I maintained  my pleasuring, never  missing a stroke, working in time with each 
of his spurts.  I was so glad he  had worn  the rubber.  There  was little  doubt I 
would be  receiving his  sperm directly  into my  mouth in time and swallowing  it 
too, for that was  what men seemed to like the best, so Evelyn had said and so had 
he.  But this first time was hard enough without having  to contend with the sticky 
white stuff as well.

 His cock quickly softened but I  left it up to him to decide what he wanted to do 
next so I laid my face against his thigh, the limp penis still inside my mouth.  I 
wasn't sure whether his  sperm would start leaking out  but if it did it would be 
into the thick mat of his pubic hair.

I didn't  have long to  wait for he  gently extracted himself  from  my mouth,  
taking  the  condom between  two fingers and holding it up.

"There  will  be more  next  time,"  he said.   "I've already come  twice today.  
Wait  until you see  the first shootings."
     
Then he sat  up slightly and told me  to turn around.

As soon as  I did he pulled my head  backwards between his legs so the back of 
my head rested on his crotch.

"Open your  mouth," he  told me and  I saw  the thick bulb  of sperm  being  
lowered.  Lowered  right inside  my mouth.
     
"Now bite."

I tried to look up into his face but from the angle I was laying I  couldn't see him.  
I almost  panicked at the thought but his hand held me firmly.
     
The slippery  substance played against my  tongue and as he jerked my forehead I 
did as he commanded. My teeth  came together near  the teat of  the condom and 
soon I felt the trickle of liquid.

"Suck, slut."

I sucked the whole of  his orgasm into my mouth, then swallowed and laid still, 
not moving a muscle and neither did he.

"I'm  sorry,  darling,"  he whispered  after  a  long silence.  "I shouldn't have made 
you do that."
     
"But it excited you, didn't it, Daddy?"
     
"Yes, it did.  Very much."

"Then I'm  glad.  If  it makes you  feel good  then I don't mind what you want me 
to do."

He looked  into my  eyes, searching to  see if  I was being honest.

"I mean  it, Daddy," I  said and kissed  him lightly. I'm sure he realised my  
smiling eyes were telling him the truth.

"Yes, I know  you mean it.  But that  leaves you open to anything.   Just imagine 
what the  word anything really means."
     
"I would only say that to you.  No-one else."

"I  could  think  of  a  million  things  you  simply wouldn't do," he said with 
feeling.
     
"But  you wouldn't  ask me  to do  some of  them, I'm sure.  You see,  darling, I 
trust you  completely.  I told you, if  it makes you feel  good, then I will  do 
whatever you want. It won't make me feel abused or anything like that, it's just 
that it gives me immense pleasure to know what you want to do with my body 
makes you feel aroused and that makes you feel good. Daddy, I promise you, if 
you raped me right now and took my virginity away, I'd cling to you with all my 
heart because It will have made you feel good, Can you understand how much I 
love you now?"
     
"No I can't, baby. I just know that the last couple of weeks once we began to play 
mothers and fathers together, you've made me feel like a new man, so happy and 
so excited. I love you, my little baby. So much." With that he took my face 
between his hands and kissed me lovingly on the lips. It made me feel all gooey 
inside. I guess that made me double gooey inside because that's where his sperm 
was resting right at this very minute.

We went to sleep in each other's arms and never moved until the sun woke us the 
next morning.

Chapter Eleven     
When  I stirred  it  woke Daddy  too.   We were  both sticky from  laying in each  
other's arms all night  but I knew my stickiness was more than just perspiration.

"Hello, darling,"  my wonderful  Daddy smiled  at me. "I slept like a log."

"Me too," I smiled back.   "Sexy things make me sleep so well.  You'll have to 
keep doing things to me, Daddy."
     
"Yes ma'am," he agreed.
     
"Daddy?"
     
"Yes?"     
     
"There's two things I want to talk about."

"Darling,  I'm  really  sorry  for what  I  did  last night," he said contritely.

"No, it's not about last night.  Actually, last night was wonderful.  No, something 
else."

"Yes?"

"Touch my pussy with your fingers, Daddy."

He  didn't  need a  second  invitation  and began  to stroke my panty covered slit 
when I opened my knees.

"Notice anything?"

"You're very  wet," he  said.  Are you  still feeling sexy?"

"No.  Look closer."

"Oh, shit, you're bleeding.   What's the matter?  Did I cut you or something?" He 
asked, upset.

"It's my period, Daddy."

"What do you...?  Oh, you mean your curse?" He looked quite shocked and pulled 
his hand away.

"Silly how  men get  shocked at  that," I  said.  "We find it quite natural.  It 
happens every month, you know."

"Yes, but..."

"Would you  bring me a sanitary  pad, Daddy.  They're in my top draw."

He  blushed and  stood  up,  looking embarrassed  then shocked.  When he  
returned, I looked him  straight in the eye  and asked,  "Would  you like  to put  it  
on for  me, Daddy?"

"Uh.  Uhm, I suppose so." He didn't move.

"You'll need a warm washer and some new panties."    
     
"Oh, yes.  Uhm, where will I find them?"

"The ones you bought yesterday?  Wouldn't they do?" I smiled at him 
condescendingly.

They were still  in the heap with all  his sexy books but he eventually held up a 
pair of red silky knickers.

"They'll  do.    Red  seems  quite   appropriate,"  I giggled.

"Yes, I suppose so."

"Now the washer?"

He returned quickly and just stood there looking down at me.

"I think  you'll need to  take my panties  off first, Daddy."

He slid the stained underwear  down my legs and I saw the dark red  stain all over 
the crotch.  He  stared at my thatch of  dark brown hair,  red stained near  the 
opening and then began to wipe me clean without being told.

He was very gentle and  took much time over the task. His fingertips sent tingles 
right up my spine as he gently opened my  puss lips  to wipe away  all the  
discharge.  I was so nice I never objected.

"Your first look, Daddy."    

"What?   Oh,  yes, it  is.   I  suppose I  should  be feeling aroused but I don't for 
some reason."

"There'll be plenty  of time for that.   I think it's clean enough.  You can kiss it  if 
you like before you put the napkin on.  Do you know how to?"
     
He brushed his  lips over the sharp edges  of my puss and said, "I've never even  
seen one before, let alone put it on  a lady.  Your  aunt might  have been sexy  but 
this wasn't something she shared with me."

"Just spread the wings at the side.   See the sticky bits?  Pull  the paper off and put 
the pad against  my...  you know, my secret place. Good.  Now you can put my 
new panties on."

When he had finished, I held  out my arms and he fell into them, so that we kissed 
each other passionately.
     
"They say  a woman feels  the sexiest when she  is in the middle of her period.  
But I feel very sexy right now. Did you ever do it to Mummy when she had her 
period?"

"You mean have sex?  Good heavens no.  Never."

"You can with me but not until..."

"Until when?" His eyes had lit up.

"That's the other thing I want to talk about.  Do you think you should go and rinse 
the washer out first?  Throw the panties in the laundry trough to soak as well.

He returned quickly and I suspected he had not rinsed very well. asked slyly. I  
was sure he thought  his first opportunity

"Now what do you want  to talk about, young lady?" He asked slyly. I  was sure he 
thought  his first opportunity of getting me out of my panties was arriving.

"Make love to  me, Daddy.  Rub your  penis against my lovely soft panties while I 
talk to you."
     
"Oh, you mean like this?"
     
He laid between my legs  and I clamped my legs around his  hips like  I saw  
Evelyn's parents  do in  the video. Then he began to move  slowly backwards and 
forwards and I could feel his hardness grow.

"If you  don't start talking soon,  I'll be squirting stuff  all over  your tummy,  my 
little  turtle dove,"  he mimicked.

"Daddy, will you marry me?"    

"What?" He almost shouted, pushing himself up off me. "What do you mean?  
Like pretending?"
     
"No, I mean  will you really marry me, in  front of a parson with a real marriage 
certificate and all."

"You know we can't do that, little one," he said with a pained look  on his face.   
"The authorities take  a dim view of uncles marrying  their own nieces, especially 
when I'm your guardian as well and your fifteen years old. They'd throw me in 
jail."

"But if I wasn't your niece?"    

"But you are."

"I can prove I'm not."    
     
"Darling, that's  just wishful thinking.  You  are my niece, of course you are."

"I've been doing some homework and I can prove to any authority you like that 
I'm someone else."

"It's  impossible.  Your  mother and  my  brother made you."

"I know that,  Daddy, but I can  show the authorities all  the proof  they need.   I 
know  they won't  take much convincing.  Push a bit of official paper in front of 
them and they  rubber stamp it.   There's just too  many people asking for a  
marriage licence to check into  any of them. Give them the right proof and they'll 
approve."

"And what will our friends say?"

"We  don't have  any close  friends.  Not  since Aunt Patricia died.   You've got  
your work people  but they've never seen me  as far as I know.  By  the way, 
you've gone soft.  Don't you like having sex with me?" I pouted.

"I think you'd better show me what you mean.  My cock can wait a little longer."
     
"Alright," I said pushing him off so he landed on his bottom with a heavy bump.

He was still rubbing his behind when I came back with a sheath of papers in a 
folder.
     
"Read this first," I said, handing him a photocopy of an interstate newspaper.
     
"Family  dies in  tragedy,"  he  read the  headlines aloud. "Who are they? What 
have they got to do with us?"
     
"Who are they?"
     
"I have  no idea  except they were  killed in  a road accident three years ago.  See  
the girl's name?  It's the same as mine."
     
"Yes but her surname isn't."
     
"All the better."

"I don't understand  what you are trying  to say," he sighed.
     
 "Then think about  this.  A girl, an  only child aged twenty five dies  in a car 
accident three  years ago.  She has my first name but of course her parents family 
name."

"Yes I understand that but what are you getting at?"     

"So, then  I apply for  her death certificate  and it gives  me the  details of  where  
and when  she was  born. Incidentally it's in another  state altogether, neither this 
one or  the one where  she was  killed.  She has  no close relatives still living."
     
"So?" He still couldn't  understand what I was trying to explain.

"So then I  write to that state and  obtain her birth certificate."

"But she's dead as well."
     
"No-one in this state knows that."
     
"Yes but...?"
     
"So  with  this  birth  certificate, I  take  on  her identity, and we apply for a 
marriage licence.  When we're married I will assume my own  name again so 
there won't be any  slip-ups with  names  when we're  talking to  anyone. That's 
why I  asked if you could live away  from here.  We move away where no-one 
knows us and you come back here for your business meetings.  Meanwhile you're 
bonking me silly and one day you'll make a baby inside me."
     
"And how do  you account for the fact  that she would be ten years older than you 
right now?"

"The  right  clothes  and make-up  will  cover  that, believe me.  Everyone will be 
so jealous of you marrying a baby ten years  your junior.  You'll be  a cradle 
snatcher and all the men will be livid with jealousy.  Imagine your business 
people knowing you've just got married to a chick so young. And all the time 
you'll be fucking a fifteen year old. Oh, you naughty, naughty man."

"Yes and they'll  all want to meet you  and invite us to dinner.  There's  no way we 
would get away  with it for long at all."

"You're just making up excuses.  You know it'll work. We could  fly to Vegas  
and do it  in one of  those little white marriage chapels that  are littered around 
the town. It's all so legal."

"I've got to think this  through," he said with a lot of hesitation.  "If we get 
caught..."

"We won't but  just in case we did we  could tell the police we're writing a book 
on illicit marriage associated with Las  Vegas and  were proving a  point.  Of  
course we couldn't get married, your my  uncle, we'd tell anyone who ever worked  
it out.  Who wouldn't  believe that?  Besides we're  not  famous so  who  would  
ever think  of  tracing either yours or my backgrounds?"
     
"Me."

"But only you and I would know the truth."

"I'd still like to think it through."

"We'll go over it step  by step a dozen times, Daddy. Talk over all the possibilities 
and work everything out in our minds before we go ahead."

"When do you want to do it then?"

"When do you want to start fucking me properly?"

"Hmm.  I see."

"Of course,  I'll expect a proper  courtship, flowers and  long phone  calls and  
once we're  engaged, no  hanky panky until after I say I do."

"What?  You'd stop me from ...?"

"Well, I  suppose most couples  nosh about a  bit but definitely not all the way.  I 
could give you something to relieve your tensions from time to time, I suppose."

"That's very generous."

"And I'll want to move back into my own room again."

"Why?" He looked genuinely crest-fallen.

"Because  I'll   be  engaged   to  be   married.   No self-respecting   fiancée  would   
allow  herself   to  be compromised before her wedding day, Daddy."

"It didn't worry your mother."

"Daddy!" I looked at him with a shocked expression.

"Well it's true.  She  had more sexual appetite while she was engaged than any 
other time."

"You  mean   she  let  you   go  all  the   way?   No restrictions?"

"That's right."

"Well, I'm not that kind  of girl.  Besides, think of what  the wedding  night will  
be like.   No sex  and then suddenly anything your little heart desires."

"You're a teasing sadist," he almost snarled.

"Maybe  I can  arrange for  something to  relieve the tensions," I admitted as a 
thought began to run through my mind.

"Like what?"
     
"Never  mind.  Now  do you  want to  finish what  you started?" I laid  on my back 
and opened  my knees inviting him on  top.  "It might be  the last time for  a 
while," I suggested.

He never said a word as be kneeled in front of me and lowered  himself.   He 
came  very  quickly  and after  his explosion, relaxed his  whole body on top of  
me making it difficult to  even breathe but  I didn't object.   When he finally 
stirred he returned with  a warm washer and bathed the sticky sperm off me, still 
not a word from his lips.

"I'll  think  your  proposition  through  and  decide quickly, darling," he whispered 
as  he laid down beside me again, stroking my breasts soothingly.

"I'll expect  a proper  proposal from you,  you know. Flowers, gifts,  dinner and  of 
course  a big  diamond," I reminded him.

"All that and no nookie?"

"That's right.  We who own  the pussy get to make the rules.  I'm surprised you 
haven't realised that yet."

"I'll take revenge, you know."

"I  wouldn't  expect anything  different  from  a man?"  I said with more authority 
than I knew I possessed.

"We who  own the penis, eventually  will conquer," he smiled back at me.

"Touche."

He leaned over and sucked  one of my nipples into his mouth, sending  untold 
thrills through my  body.  Then his hands began  to roam  over me  and his  cock 
rose  up once again.

"Isn't it  amazing what my  beautiful body can  do to you?"

"I  want to  marry you,  my darling.   So very  much. Never has a man been so 
lucky as I am.  But I think you'll get sick  of me  and look  for some  young virile  
buck to share your  life with before long.   That's something else I'll have to 
consider."

"We only look for young bucks if our old bull doesn't perform any longer, Isn't 
that the law of the Jungle? Hmm? I promise you, my darling husband to be, there's 
only one  man in my life and  it will always be you.   It's something so deep  in my 
inner being  that it  could never change.   I love  you so much and you have no 
idea how  I long for the day when you make me a whole woman."

His fingers were under the  elastic of my panties now and he was probing deeper.

"They'll  turn red,"  I  warned.   "And then  they'll probably drop off."

"Just pray that  my cock doesn't shrivel  up and fall off.  That's  far more likely.   
You're going to  wear the old fellow out, I just know it," he replied.

"But he'll shrivel up a happy chappie."
     
"He's already happy.  Look at the smile on his lips."

Daddy's cock was dripping with pre-seminal discharge.

"He's literally drooling," I commented.

I stroked  his hardness  and it  didn't take  long to learn  he gained  far more  
stimulation from  the lightest touch over  the underside  of his  cock-head and  
over his hairy balls  than when I ran  my fingers along the  top of his shaft.  These 
little lessons were lodged clearly in my mind.

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 
daughter's 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,  darling.  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 marvelous."

"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 savor 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 modeling 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 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 pedophile."
     
"Incestuous  but  definitely  not  a  pedophile,"  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  the start.  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 pajamas 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 with 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 pajamas.  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 pajama 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 wife,  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  over  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 raptured 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 bottom 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."
     
"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  toosh 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, bring  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 mother  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  of His  body took  over  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 
spurtings 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.     

"Oh 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 scenes 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 eighteen 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.  Sex was to be taught sex 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 
paid  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 hurts so much," I cried genuine tears from the burning pain. "But I liked it.  
Can you feel me?"
     
"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 tenderest 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 slide 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 ardor.  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 see 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 then realised his hard cock was taking the place of the 
stuff that usually came from there.

"Is it alright?" He asked with concern.

"Of course.  It hasn'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 twenty-
four 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 pajama 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 women'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 pajama 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, but 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, toweled 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 
centering 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 traveled 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 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 odor 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 see-through 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 women 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 demeanor.  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 marvelous."  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, lot 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 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, as  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 this will stay my own secret.  It was not to be.

As he jiggles  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 raper?  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 will."

"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 odor 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 behavior.

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

"No, and 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 maneuvered 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 honorable 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?  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 
raper 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 said 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.  Of course 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 savor 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 gropings. 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, 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."

"Ar, 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

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