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 Meeting Mallory (Mf, f 16 cons, rom, viol)
   This story is largely autobiographical.  The names and places have been
changed to protect the innocent and not so innocent.
   I had been watching them for some time.  I belong to a cop watch group,
but that's just the start of my activities.  Ever since my foster father
was tasered on a morning walk by some dipshit beat cop who thought he
shouldn't be walking in the community he lived in, I've been working
against police violence.  I'd had my eye on two vice cops that I suspected
of being involved in a white slaver ring.  Prostitutes had been
disappearing around the downtown area and four college girls were missing.
Nobody cares much when prostitutes disappear, but college girls stir up a
fuss when they're missing.  I had suspected pimps might be involved when
the prostitutes went missing but I talked to a couple and they were very
angry about their hos vanishing.  One of them told me about these two vice
cops arresting his girls and that when they made the arrests he never saw
the girls again.  I tracked them for two weeks and I finally had video. 
They were using shipping containers down at the docks and there were more
than two involved.  There were at least six.  I taped for a week and when I
saw one of them go to the container with a little girl, I decided to act.
   Obviously, I couldn't call the police, so I waited for the next delivery
in the container area.  The security guard must have known what was going
on so I gave him a love tap with a sock full of quarters and took his
uniform.  When the two cops showed up they had two unconscious girls in the
back of their car.  I shot them with a taser and made sure they stayed down
with a couple of love taps each.  I used their handcuffs to fasten them to
another container and walked back to the truck for bolt cutters.  I put on
a ski mask and walked back to the container.  When I cut the lock off and
opened the door the stench was horrific.  They had a couple of buckets for
toilets inside and there were about fifteen women looking at me with
terrified expressions on their faces.  Some of them were asleep and I
yelled to wake them up.
   "Come out here, single file and one at a time," I told them.  They all
stood up and began to file out.  I gave each one of them five hundred
dollars and told them to catch a cab to Palm Beach and go to the police.  I
gave them DVD's with the video on them and they filed away.  One of them
gave me a hug and told me thanks.  The others were in shock and they didn't
say a word.  Finally I saw that only the little girl was left.  She just
stood there.  I took off the mask.
   "Come here, honey," I told her.
   She slowly walked toward me and seeing her broke my heart.  She couldn't
have been more than five and probably not more than three.  She had on what
had been a little white dress.  It was stained and wet and she had
obviously peed on herself at some point.  She was bedraggled and very
dirty. She was a little brown thing with a mop of dark, very curly hair
with a white, cloth headband.  I guess they were into black slavery as well
as white slavery.
   "What's your name, honey?" I asked her.
   "Mallowy," she said.
   "Mallowy?" I asked.
   She shook her head.  "No; Mallowy."
   "Mallory?"
   She nodded.  "That's a very pretty name, honey," I told her.  "Where do
you live, Mallory?"
   "Home," she said.
   "Do you know the address?" I asked her.
   "Don't know what that... addwess is," she said.  She obviously had
difficulty with the "r" sound.
   "Is there a number on your house?" I asked her.
   "Don't know," she said.  "Need to pee."
   I looked around.  "Go around there and pee," I told her.  "I'll wait
here for you."
   She nodded and went around behind the container.  When she came back I
had decided we couldn't stay here.  I took her hand and led her to the
truck.  I opened the door and she hesitated.
   "Not supposed to wide with stwangews," she said.
   "I'm not a stranger," I told her.  "I'm helping you.  How did you get
here, Mallory?
   "A policeman bwought me," she said.
   Jesus Christ!  There went my plan for finding out who she was.  I helped
her climb up on the running board and into the cab.  She smelled like a
toilet but I turned the heater on and rolled the windows down a little.
   "Are you hungry, Mallory?" I asked her.
   "Yes, thusty too," she said.
   "Do you like McDonalds?" I asked her.  She nodded and I drove through
and got her a couple of happy meals on the way home.  She wanted
cheeseburgers and I bought a Big Mac meal for myself.  She didn't want to
touch her meal.
   "Hands diwty," she said.
   I got her some Germ X out of the pocket of the door and she used a paper
towel I had to clean her hands.  She devoured the happy meals and eyed my
fries hungrily.  I handed them over and she drank both her cokes.  We
pulled up in front of my place.  I live in an old factory building down on
the water.  I've remodeled it over the years and I have a nice living space
inside.  There's a garage door in one side and I pulled in and lifted her
down.  She held my hand and I took her inside.
   "Mallory, we need to get you cleaned up.  Do you want a bath or a
shower?" I asked her.
   She thought about it for a minute.  "Bath," she decided.  "Clothes diwty
too.  You have clothes?"
   "I'll find you something, baby," I promised.  I rummaged around and
found an old Dolphin's jersey.  I went in and ran water in the tub, putting
lots of bath gel in it.  I got her a couple of towels and a wash cloth. 
"Can you wash yourself, Mallory?" I asked.
   She looked very dubious.  "Mama wash me," she said.
   "Mama's not here," I told her.  "Do you want me to wash you?"
   She seemed unsure about that too.  "Not supposed to let people see me
naked," she said.
   "You'll be in the tub and the bubbles will cover you up," I assured her.
"You'll just be naked getting in and out of the tub, ok?"
   "Ok," she agreed.
   She took off the filthy little dress and very dirty panties and put one
foot in.  "Too hot," she complained.
   "You'll get used to it," I promised.  "You're very dirty and we'll need
hot water to get you clean."
   She sank reluctantly down and eased her little body into the water.  It
took her a minute to get all the way down and when she had relaxed I
covered the washcloth with soap and began to scrub her.  The dirt peeled
away and there was a lovely child underneath.  She was very light for a
black girl and she had green eyes with flecks of gold in them.  I wondered
if one of her parents was white.  I scrubbed her face until it glowed and
made her lean her head back so the shampoo wouldn't get in her eyes when I
washed her hair.  The bath water was very dirty by the time we were through
and I made her stand up after it drained and rinsed her off with the
shower. She stepped out on the mat and I dried her off and slid the jersey
over her little head.  It was like a dress on her and I took her into the
living room.  I sat down and she crawled up on my lap.
   "I need to talk to you, Mallory," I told her.
   "What?" she asked.  "Am I in twouble?"
   "No, baby; I just need to find out some things about you.  Do you know
what your Mom's name is?"
   "Mama," she said.
   "What color is Mama?" I asked.
   "She like you," she told me.  I nodded.  That explained a lot.
   "Do you know your Dad's name?"
   "Don't have no Dad," she said.
   "What does your Mom do?" I asked her.  "Does she work?"
   "She wuuk for Jewome," she said.  "She Jewome's woman."
   The only Jerome I knew was a pimp downtown.  Jesus, this little girl's
mom was a whore!  I had no idea what to do.  Would her mother even want her
back?  If she did, could I give her back to a whore?  Jerome was a vicious
bastard with a reputation for stringing white women out on drugs and
whoring them out.
   "What am I going to do with you, Mallory?" I mused.
   She looked up at me.  Those wide, emerald eyes pierced my soul.  "Hug?"
she suggested.
   I pulled her little form close, wrapped my arms around her and hugged
her tightly.  She smelled like a clean little girl now.  She snuggled in
and I petted her for a while, just lost in thought.  When I looked down,
she was asleep in my arms.  She looked so tiny and innocent.  My heart was
melting just watching her slightly parted lips and the rise and fall of her
breathing.  I didn't know what I was going to do but she needed to sleep
now.  I eased her onto the sofa and went to get her a pillow and a blanket.
She sighed and shifted in her sleep when I slipped the pillow under her
head.  I spread the blanket over her and went to take a shower myself.  I
left my bedroom door open and the night light on in case she woke up.  I
drifted off and slept the sleep of the virtuous.
   I woke up to the feeling that someone was watching me.  When I opened my
eyes Mallory was standing in front of me.
   "Are you ok, honey?" I asked her.
   She shook her head.  "I'm afwaid," she said.  "You house is too big and
scawey."
   I lifted the covers and she gratefully climbed in bed with me.  "What's
you name?" she asked me.
   "I'm sorry baby, I should have told you.  My name is Vallon; Vallon
Drake."
   "Vallon," she said.
   She scooched over against me and I wrapped my arms around her.  We
quickly went back to sleep, a little dusky angel pressed tightly against
me.
   She was an early riser and that suited me just fine.  I'm usually up by
seven anyway.  School was on Christmas break and I didn't have to go to
work.  I helped her climb up on a barstool and she watched as I cooked
breakfast.  I scrambled eggs and fried sausages.  I put cheese on the eggs
and fried Texas toast in butter while hash browns were cooking.
   "What do you usually eat for breakfast, Mallory?" I asked her.
   "Captain Cwunch," she said.
   "Well, I eat real food," I told her.  "You try this.  I think you'll
like it."
   I sat by her and we ate together.  Evidently she did like it because
when she was through she looked up at me with those huge emerald eyes. 
"Mo?" she asked.
   I translated that to mean "more." I filled her plate again and put
strawberry jam on her toast.  I got her a glass of chocolate milk and she
drank it all.  She looked up at me with a little mustache from the milk and
I had to laugh.  "You have a milk mustache," I explained.
   She smiled and licked her upper lip.  I turned the TV on for her while I
cleaned up the dishes and she sat happily on the floor watching a cartoon,
still dressed in her Dolphin's jersey.  I still didn't know what I was
going to do with her so I called my sister, Kim.  She agreed to come over
and talk to me so I sat on the sofa to wait.  Mallory noticed I was sitting
there after a minute and came to sit on my lap.  She was still there, her
eyes fixed intently on Dragon Ball Z, snuggled back in the crook of my arm
like a kitten when Kim came in.  She just stood and looked at us for a
minute.  Mallory glanced at her and then snuggled down a little more on my
lap, still fixed on the TV.
   Kim came and kissed me then she sat down beside me.  "Who's your new
girlfriend, Vallon?" she asked.
   Mallory heard that and she giggled.  "Kimberly, this is Mallory. 
Mallory, this is my sister Kim."
   Mallory looked at her for a second then climbed over me and gave her a
hug.  She settled back into my lap and turned her attention back to the TV.
   "She does that a lot," I told Kim.
   "She's gorgeous," Kim said.  "Are you babysitting, Val?"
   "Not exactly," I told her.  I explained the situation to her.  "I have
no idea who her mother is except she's a prostitute.  I have no idea what
I'm going to do with her.  The police kidnapped her and they were going to
sell her as a slave."
   "What's a pwostitute?" Mallory wanted to know.
   "Someone that works for Jerome," I told her.  She seemed satisfied with
that answer.
   "What about child services?" Kim suggested.
   "We were in child services," I reminded her.  "Have you forgotten what
that was like?"
   "No, it was horrible," she said.  "I just don't know what else to do. 
You can't give her back to a whore, Vallon!"
   "I know, but what else am I supposed to do?"
   "Why don't you keep her?" Kim asked.
   "Keep her!  I don't know how to take care of a little girl!  How would I
do that anyway?"
   "You took care of me," she said.  "Look at her, Val.  She's beautiful
and she obviously loves being with you.  She breaks my heart!  If you won't
take her, I want her."
   I hadn't even thought about the possibility of keeping her.  I looked
down at her and she smiled up at me.  She really was a beautiful little
girl.
   "How old are you, Mallory," I asked her.
   She held up three chubby little fingers.  "Fwee," she said.  Jesus
Christ!
   "How would I keep her, Kim?"
   "I'm an attorney," she said.  "You know everyone in this city.  We're
rich and we've got connections.  We can make it happen."
   "Mallory, would you like to live with Vallon?" Kim asked her.
   "Love Vallon," she agreed.
   "There you go," Kim said.  "She loves you.  How can you resist that?"
   "Will you help me with her?" I asked Kim.  "This isn't one of your
crusades, Kim.  Mine either.  This is a child and she's a big
responsibility."
   "I know," she said.  "Yes, I'll help all I can.  Where should we start?"
   "She needs stuff," I told her.  "We need to get her everything and what
am I going to do with her when school starts back up?"
   "Take her with you and put her in the preschool at your school," she
said.  "I've decided you're going to adopt her, Val.  I'll go get her some
sweats at the store and then we'll take her shopping."
   I groaned.  Just what I wanted to spend my day doing.
   "Would you like some new clothes, Mallory?" Kim asked.
   "Yes," she said.  "Need panties too."
   Kim laughed.  "She's delightful, Vallon.  You've needed something like
her for years.  She's going to be so good for us."
   "Yes, I be good," Mallory said.  "Love Kim too."
   We took her to the mall and she chattered happily the whole time, trying
on item after item for Kim until we had her sizes down pat.  We got her
shoes and clothes and packed my truck full of stuff.
   "We need to get her stuff to play with," Kim said.  "Take us to Toys R
Us, Vallon."
   We got a million more things there and Mallory fell in love with a big
white bear.  She held it all the way home and she seldom let the thing go.
Kim went home and we ordered pizza for supper.  We had gotten a bunch of
movies for her to watch and she sat on my lap, holding her bear while we
watched Up.  When the movie was over she climbed down and took my hand.
   "Bath," she said.
   I bathed her and she pulled on her jersey again and went and got in my
bed with the bear.  That became our routine every night.  I got her into
pre-school and she did just fine there.  She was very smart and she loved
to color.  My refrigerator was decorated with her pictures and she went to
practice with me every day.  The kids on my basketball team loved her and
she sat on the bench beside me during the games, a little brown pixie.  Her
adoption papers were a lot of trouble but we finally got it done.  We told
them I found her on the street and her parents couldn't be located.
   Child Services threw a fit for a while but Kim kept filing injunctions
and petitions and wore them out.  I got the Mayor to intervene and our
Senator was on the same football team as me in college.  He got involved
and finally it came down to a hearing.  The judge asked Mallory who she
wanted to live with.
   "Want to live with Vallon," she said.  "Love Vallon.  Love Kim too."
That was it.
   She was mine and I loved her.  She spent a lot of time with Kim too and
I think Kim fell in love with her the first month.  When track season
opened she went to those practices with me too and she attended every meet.
The track kids adopted her and I would find her sitting under the bleachers
with the girls, the center of attention and loving every minute.
   I hadn't realized how empty my life was until Mallory came to live with
me.  I had imagined that I was happy, but I had no idea.  I could come home
from the worst kind of day and when that little brown girl climbed up in my
lap I would feel like the king of the world.
   "I love you best of all, Daddy," were the sweetest words I ever heard.
   She was reading simple books by the time she started kindergarten and
she was the teacher's pet.  She shot up like a weed and she was soon the
tallest kid in her class.  She never gave me a minute's trouble and she
quickly forgot I was Vallon and I became Daddy for several years.  I quit
the cop watch thing; all that didn't seem half as important as going to
birthday parties, trick or treating or Christmas programs.
   She messed up my hair, my home and my world.  I was a puppet in her
hands and she made me dance a merry tune.  I loved every minute of it.  She
loved what I loved except for a dirty white bear.  It smelled terrible
after a couple of years.  I tried to get rid of it several times and there
was a huge clash of wills.  I told her he was dirty and all his stuffing
had fallen out.  There was nothing left but a dirty white rag.  She finally
agreed to get rid of him when I told her we would get him again, just like
he was new.  She was very unhappy for a day until Kim dropped off a new
one.
   "Bear looks nice," she said.  She hugged him and everything was ok.  She
mastered the "r" sound when she was five and by the time she was ready for
middle school she knew more words than me.  She read everything she could
get her hands on.  We were the library's best patron and she had shelf
after shelf of books she read over and over.
   She wanted to learn how to play an instrument.  We debated it for a
while and decided that she could start with piano.  We got her an
electronic one and she took lessons religiously.  In the seventh grade she
decided she wanted a French horn.  She was very good at both instruments.
   When she turned 13 we had a talk about the baths.  I told her she needed
to take her own baths and she agreed.  She was very stubborn about the
sleeping with me thing.  We built her a bedroom and she kept her stuff in
there but she absolutely refused to sleep there.  I made her sleep there
for three nights and she didn't speak to me the whole time and she cried
every time I looked at her.  I couldn't stand it anymore.  I went into her
room and she was curled up on her bed crying.  I scooped her up and took
her to the sofa.  I sat down, holding her on my lap and she sobbed into my
chest.
   "Baby, you're killing me," I told her.  "Talk to me.  Tell me why this
is such a big deal."
   "Don't you love me anymore, Daddy?" she wept.  "Why are you punishing
me? What have I done?  I don't understand."
   "I love you more than anything in the world," I told her.  "I'm not
punishing you and you haven't done anything wrong.  You're just growing up,
baby.  What would your friends say if they knew you were sleeping with me?"
   "I don't give a damn what they would say," she sobbed.  "I don't tell
them.  It isn't any of their business."
   "Baby, you know I don't like for you to curse," I told her.
   "I'm sorry, Daddy," she sniffed.  "I'm just so miserable.  What's wrong
with me that you won't let me?"
   "Mallory, I'm trying to tell you that there's nothing wrong with you. 
You're a big girl now.  You're growing things and becoming a woman.  It's
just that grown up girls don't sleep with their fathers."
   "Since when do we care what other people do?" she asked.  "What are you
talking about, `growing things?'"
   "Look down at yourself," I told her.  The old Dolphins jersey had worn
out long ago and been replaced by new ones.  There were two definite little
mounds under it.
   She looked down at herself.  "What?" she asked.  "Do you mean my boobs?"
   "Yes, Mallory, that's exactly what I mean."
   "So, because I have boobs, you won't let me sleep with you?"
   "Well, that's not all.  Your shape is changing.  Your butt is getting
sexy and you have this hourglass shape going on.  You're becoming a woman,
baby and I don't think I should be sleeping with a woman."
   "Daddy, do you know I remember the day I came to live with you?" she
asked.
   "No, Mallory; I thought you had forgotten.  You never talk about it."
   "I'm not stupid.  I know you're not really my Dad.  I mean, you are, but
I know we're not related.  Do you think I haven't noticed that I'm black
and you're white?  I know Aunt Kim isn't really my aunt.  I know you
adopted me.  We don't talk about it, but I remember.  I remember my mother.
I know what a prostitute is.  I remember you said she was one and you took
me away from all that.  I remember being in that container and I remember
you taking a very scared little girl home with you.  I love you, Dad.  I
need to be with you and for you to love me.  It's going to make me very sad
if anything ever changes between us.  I understand the bath thing.  I don't
mind, but I know it embarrasses you to bathe someone with boobs and I'm ok
with that.  I'm not ok with this.  I'm never going to be ok with it.  I'm
sorry I've been a bitch about it and I'll sleep by myself if you insist,
but it's going to make me very sad."
   "It was never about me, Mallory.  If you don't mind, I guess I don't. 
Feeling you in bed with me just... disturbs me a little."
   "Why?" she asked.
   "Well, it's embarrassing, baby."
   "Dad, it's me.  Last week you washed me naked in the tub.  Now, all of a
sudden you're embarrassed?"
   "Well, like I said, you're becoming a woman.  I'm a man and when you do
things like scoot your butt back into me it feels good in ways it
shouldn't. Do you know about sex stuff, Mallory?"
   "Are we going to have the talk?  You can skip it, because I've heard it
all.  I probably know more than you do.  Why don't you have a girlfriend,
Dad?"
   "You know I go out with girls sometimes.  I don't want anything serious.
I've got you, baby.  I don't need anyone else."
   She looked pensive for a while.  "What are you thinking?" I asked her.
   "I'm not going to tell you now," she said.  "I'm going to sleep with
you, Daddy.  That's precious to me.  It has been since that first night
when you let me crawl in bed with you.  I need that."
   "Ok, Mallory; I won't mention it again.  If you ever want to stop, or if
there's ever anything we do that you don't like, you just have to tell me.
Don't shut me out, baby."
   "I won't," she said.  "I'm sorry I didn't talk to you."
   I hugged her tightly.  She got her computer and came back to my lap. 
She put her headphones on and fired up some music channel or other and
started doing her homework, leaning back on the arm of the sofa.
   Mallory was a very good student.  She was also becoming quite an
athlete. She played basketball, volleyball and ran track.  In a couple of
years she would be running for me.  She was running the 300 meter hurdles;
the four hundred and two hundred meter opens and triple jumping.  She won
every event she entered her seventh grade year.  She made the all-city
league for basketball and volleyball.
   She kept me young.  When she was seven she started working out with me
and at ten she started making me run with her.  She was faster than me at
thirteen and she was running that 400 in a minute.  I think I was in the
best shape of my life.  I played football in high school and college, but I
was a middle linebacker and always carried a little more weight than was
ideal.  When I got Mallory I was probably twenty pounds overweight.  When I
started running with her that melted away and I felt ten years younger. 
Her weight training was paying off and she got very strong for a girl her
age.
   When she became a freshman I got to see her every day at school.  She
took my conditioning class and I also had her for health class.  She was
very popular with the other kids and I noticed the boys were starting to
take quite an interest in her.  She had started out gorgeous and you could
tell that she was one of those little girls that were going to turn every
head in the room when she grew up.  She was five ten by the time she was a
freshman.  She had impossibly long legs and her butt was legendary.  It was
one of those black girl sprinter butts but it hadn't come from steroids.  I
keep my kids clean.  I don't mind HGH, but if I find out they've been using
anything else they're gone.  I figure it costs me an athlete or two every
year that go to South, but I've seen what steroids do to kids.
   I didn't have to worry about any of that with Mallory.  She had a
dynamite body, anyway.  She had those perky little teenage titties that
make all the young boys hard and the old guys feel young.  There were two
boys in particular that made fools of themselves over her.  Cole was one
and Brandon was the other.  Cole pole vaulted for me and ran a leg of the
4x800 relay.  Brandon played baseball and I don't coach that.  Of course, I
favored Cole but I didn't dare tell Mallory.  She didn't really seem
interested in either one of them.  I mean, she was friendly and she went
out with them when there was a group going, but so far she hadn't really
gone on a date with anyone.
   I kidded her about it some, but she just laughed and told me she had
someone in mind.  She wouldn't tell me who and I didn't push it.  I began
to see less of her as her class started to turn sixteen and began to drive.
I asked her if she wanted a car and she said she did, but she wanted to get
a job and pay for it.
   "Baby, you don't need to get a job," I told her.  "We have plenty of
money.  You know I make good money and your grandparents left Aunt Kim and
I more money than we'll ever be able to spend.  Don't I give you enough?  I
try to make sure you always have money in your pocket.  You've never minded
asking me for money."
   "I still don't," she said.  "I just thought the responsible thing to do
is to get a job."
   "It is," I told her, "but not in high school.  You only get to be a kid
once.  You have the rest of your life that you'll have to work.  Well,
unless you want to just stay here with me the rest of your life.  Just
enjoy being a kid for now.  When you graduate from college you can get a
good job.  I think you're going to be a star, baby."
   "Thanks," she said.  "I do want a car then.  What kind will you get me?"
   "Any kind you want.  Do you like hot rods, luxury cars or trucks?"
   "How much can I spend?" she asked.
   "It depends," I said.  "How long are you going to keep it and how much
value will it keep?"
   "If you let me get the car I want, I'll keep it forever," she said.  "I
think it would keep a lot of value.  How much do our trucks cost?"
   "Well, the one we have now cost forty thousand." I told her.
   "No," she said.  "It's too much then."
   "Just tell me, Mallory.  What are you talking about."
   "My dream car is an Austin-Martin V12 Vantage roadster," she said.
   "How much is it," I asked.
   "One hundred twenty four thousand," she said.
   "Jesus baby, you had better get a good job if that's your tastes," I
told her.
   "I'm sorry, Dad; I know it's too much.  I shouldn't have mentioned it."
   "No, you should have, Mallory.  It's good to dream big.  I was thinking
something small and shaped like a box though."
   She punched me.  "Just pick something out you think I'll like and I'll
be happy," she said.  "If I don't like it I'll make you drive it and take
the truck."
   Her sixteenth birthday was four months away and she already had her
permit.  She drove me nearly everywhere we went and I noticed Kim never
drove anywhere when Mallory was in the car either.  I started looking for
one of the Austin-Martins.  It turns out they weren't sold in the US and I
didn't feel like shipping one over with the wheel on the wrong side.  I
browsed the internet and found something I thought she would like.  It was
an Audi R8 LMX and it was killer.  It boasted 570 horsepower and an import
dealer in Miami had one.  It was a midnight blue color and I took off a
couple of hours from school and went to check it out.  It was gorgeous and
I signed the papers on it that day.
   Mallory was out with some friends on Saturday and Kim and I went to pick
it up.  She drove it to a warehouse she owns and we parked it inside.
   "Damn, Val; that's a lot of car," she said.  "You spoil that girl
terribly."
   "You know I don't like you to curse," I told her.  "I seem to remember
another little girl that got a Corvette when she turned sixteen.  I think
you turned out ok."
   "Yes, I've still got it," she said.  "I'll get it out and take you for a
drive next week.  I may start driving it to work.  I forget how fun it is.
Are we still having the birthday party at my house?"
   "If you don't mind," I told her.  "She's a good girl, Kimberly.  Do you
know she told me she remembers her mother and the first night I brought her
home?  She's had enough bad things in her life.  She deserves this."
   "Yes, I know," Kim said.  "I love her dearly; Vallon and I know she's a
good girl."
   I decided to play a trick on Mallory and I put a divider up in the
warehouse and got a buddy to park his Focus on the side where we would come
in the day of the party.  I put a cover over the R8 and locked up.  I got
Mallory a bunch of small stuff for her birthday and a new big screen TV she
had been asking for.  There were about twenty kids that came and she had a
blast.  I had wrapped a picture of her new TV sitting in her bedroom and
the key to her car in another.
   She squealed when she saw the TV and again when she unwrapped the key."
   "Where is it?" she asked.
   "We parked it in Aunt Kim's warehouse," I told her.  "It's been there
two months.  I hope it still starts."
   When the kids left, we all three piled into my truck and drove to the
warehouse.  Kim wasn't in on the joke and her jaw dropped when she saw the
Focus.  It isn't a bad car, just kind of little and box shaped.  Mallory
was excited anyway and she went and jumped in it.
   "The key doesn't fit," she said; looking out at me."
   "No, that isn't your car," I told her.  "Come here, baby.  We walked
around the divider and the cover had gotten a little dusty.  "Pull it off,"
I told her.
   She gave it a pull and it slid to the floor.  She stood there for a
minute and started crying.  She turned to look at me and those big emerald
eyes were glowing.
   "Really, Daddy?  Is this really my car?"
   "It really is," I told her.  She ran and jumped on me, her legs wrapping
around my waist and her arms around my neck.  She sobbed into my chest for
a long time.
   "I thought it would make you happy, baby," I said.
   "I'm so happy I'm about to burst," she said.  "I love you, Dad; you're
the most awesome person in the world." She pressed her lips against mine
and it was so passionate I was a little taken aback.  It was a long, long
kiss and when she pulled away her little creamy face was flushed.
   "Dad, you are such a jerk," she said.  "You tried to make me think that
little box shaped car was mine!  You're so mean!" She rubbed her soft
little cheek against mine.
   Kim was looking at us a little oddly and I put her down.  "Drive Aunt
Kim home and then come to our house and take me for a ride," I told her.
   She was back in forty five minutes and she took me out toward the
Everglades.  We were on a long stretch of deserted highway and I told her
to open it up.  She howled up through the gears and it was fast; as fast as
anything I had ever been in.  She pulled over and we put the top down for
the ride back home.  Her mop of dark curls flew in the wind and she was
laughing almost constantly.  When we pulled into the garage at home she
held my hand and we went inside and she got us a soda.  She always drank
Strawberry and I had a Mountain Dew.
   She went off for her bath and I took a shower and got in bed.  When she
came in I noticed that the Dauphins jersey was getting shorter on her long
legs.  Instead of turning her back and letting me wrap her up like she
usually does; she pushed me over on my back and lay half on top of me, her
cheek resting on my chest and one long smooth leg over mine.
   "I want to talk to you for a minute," she said.
   I fluffed her hair and squeezed her.  "Ok, Mallory; is it anything in
particular?"
   "Yes, Aunt Kim and I had a long talk on the way home.  She asked me
something and I've been thinking about it for years.  We both agreed that I
need to talk to you about it."
   "Ok, is it something serious?"
   "It's the most serious thing we've ever talked about," she said.
   "You aren't pregnant or in love with some boy, are you?" I asked.
   "No, I'm not pregnant, silly.  I am in love, but it's not with some
boy."
   "I had no idea," I said.  "It's not some teacher, or something?"
   "Yes, it's one of my teachers," she said.
   Visions of strangling some pencil necked geek flashed across my mind. 
"Who is it, baby?  You can tell me, I won't be mad."
   "It's you," she said.  "I love you, Vallon Drake."
   "I love you too, baby," I told her.  "I always have."
   "Yes, I know; but that's not what I'm talking about," she said.  "I'm in
love with you, Dad.  I mean like a man and a woman are in love.  I have
been since I was twelve and knew what it meant to be in love.  I think I
always was, but I just didn't know what it meant."
   "Mallory, I'm your Dad.  You can't be in love with me!"
   "No, you're not my dad," she told me.  "My dad is some lowlife that
fucked a prostitute; probably Jerome.  You adopted me and you're my father,
but we aren't related.  Aunt Kim saw right through me when I kissed you
tonight.  She thinks you're in love with me too.  Are you in love with me?"
   "Mallory, I don't think... I mean you're the sweetest person I've ever
met.  You're gorgeous and sexy.  You're a good girl.  Everyone that knows
you loves you.  You're kind and generous and it makes me happy to be around
you.  I want to squeeze you every time I see you.  You treat everyone you
meet like they're your best friend.  I see kids hugging other kids in the
hall all the time and I know why.  You started that trend.  You hug
everyone.  You're so smart you leave all the rest of us in the dust.  Every
time you peek up at me with those big green eyes I just... My God!  I am in
love with you, Mallory!"
   She wiggled like a puppy being petted when I said that.  "Good, I
thought maybe you were.
   "Mallory, there's a big problem here; I'm twenty three years older than
you.  I'm too old for you, baby.  What about boys?  What about Cole and
Brandon?  They're crazy about you."
   "Now of all the dumb things you've said to me over the last thirteen
years, that's the dumbest," she said.  "I like them just fine.  If you
weren't around I might be interested in them when they grow up.  They're
silly boys.  You aren't that old.  Are you about to fall and break a hip?"
   I laughed.  "Well, no; I'm not that old."
   "Are there things about you that don't work?" she asked.  "Are you about
to have a heart attack; is your hair falling out or do you need false
teeth?"
   "That's not what I'm saying.  I'm just telling you that it's very
unusual for a sixteen year old girl and a thirty nine year old man to be in
love.  Doesn't that seem weird to you?"
   "Dad, everything about our relationship is weird.  I'm your adopted
daughter and I'm pretty sure my Mom is still around.  I don't think she
ever gave me up.  I'm not complaining, I'm glad you took me, but I don't
think the judge that signed my adoption papers knew about that.  You're not
married and I'm pretty sure it's weird for a single guy to get to adopt a
three year old girl.  You're white and I'm black.  I think that's pretty
unusual.  In spite of all that weirdness you're the only man I've ever met
that I want to be with."
   "I guess it all must seem pretty weird to people that aren't our
family," I told her.  "Does it seem weird to you, Mallory?"
   "I've never known anything else," she said.  "Of course it doesn't seem
weird to me.  If you don't want to be with me it's going to make it weird.
It's going to be so weird that I won't stay with you anymore.  I'll still
love you, but if you don't want me I'm going to live with Aunt Kim.  It
would be too awkward to stay here after opening up like this to you if you
don't want me."
   "I do want you baby.  God, you're the most gorgeous, sexy girl alive.  I
just don't want to harm you in some way I don't even understand.  I'd
rather you go live with Kim than cause you harm."
   "The only thing that's going to harm me is if you don't love me," she
said.  "Tell me you love me, Dad."
   "I do love you, Mallory.  I love you more than anything."
   "Then I'm happy," she said.  "What do people do when they're in love?"
   "Anything they feel like doing," I told her.
   "I feel like kissing you and being naked with you," she said.  "I feel
like taking your hand and putting it on my boob.  I feel like you should
give me baths again.  Maybe we could take them together?"
   "We need a bigger tub," I told her.
   "Well, get one," she said.
   "I'll call someone and get it installed this weekend," I told her.
   "I want a hot tub," she said.  "We have plenty of room.  Let's build
another room in the back off your bathroom.  I like our tub the way it is.
I like to soak in it sometimes."
   "Ok, we can do that too," I said.  "When do you think you might want to
kiss me?"
   "I think now."
   She slid up on me so she could reach my lips.  We kissed like a man and
a woman for the first time and I thought my heart would stop.  Her mouth
was a little recurved bow shape and her lips were so full and luscious
under mine.  I couldn't get enough.  She tasted like mint toothpaste and
clean, fresh girl.  She was breathing heavier and she sat up and pulled the
jersey off.  I hadn't seen her breasts in three years and there had been
quite a change.  They were big for her age, maybe a small C cup.  They were
full, very round and very firm; almost hard.  Her creamy skin was
surrounding small areolas, almost invisible except for a slightly pink
flush.  Her nipples were a shade darker; dark caramel colored, small and
very erect.  She lay back down on me and took my hand, placing it over one
little mound.  I squeezed it and she gasped.  I toyed with the little
nipple and she throbbed with pleasure.
   "I like that," she whispered against my lips.  "I don't want to do any
more right now.  Will you just hold my boob while we sleep?  You can play
with my nipple like that."
   "I can't think of anything I'd rather do," I told her.  "Can I feel you
more places?"
   "Just don't make me too horny," she said.  "I won't be able to sleep if
you do.  I have a biology test tomorrow and I need my rest."
   I was happy with that.  I pulled her on top of me for a minute, just
stroking her.  I loved feeling the play of her muscles under that silky
skin.  She was heavy with muscle.  Her slender body was all toned girl,
strong and healthy and soft.  I couldn't get enough of just running my
hands up and down her back.  It is impossible to describe how good she felt
to me.  I slid my hands down inside her panties and cupped that amazing
ass. I sunk my fingers in and she flexed, pushing them back to the surface.
She rolled off and I turned so that she could spoon herself up against me.
I eased my left arm under her pillow and held her tightly with my right.  I
cupped one of those firm little brown breasts with the other hand and
closed my fingers on the little, rock hard nipple.  She scooted her butt
back until my erect cock was nestled between her cheeks and purred.  I
could tell she was going to sleep and I followed her sometime later, just
holding my beautiful little girl in my arms.
   When I got up in the morning she didn't move for a while.  I showered
and got dressed while she hit the snooze button a couple of times.
   "Mallory, we're going to be late," I finally told her.  She rolled over
on her back.
   "Dad, I'm going to skip school today," she said.  "Call in sick and stay
with me."
   "You have that biology test today and we have a track meet," I told her.
"Maybe we can skip tomorrow."
   "Pwease?" she begged, slipping back into that baby voice she had when I
first got her.
   "No, baby; that isn't going to work today," I told her.
   "Ok," she grumbled, "but I have your class first hour and I'm going to
skip it.  Don't you dare turn me in absent!"
   She got up and the way those big, firm breasts bounced and swayed almost
made me put her back in the bed.  She went off to the shower and I went to
school.  I saw her later in the day for a humanities class I teach and she
had on a short denim skirt and a white shirt.  She sat in the front row and
after the lecture they were working on the questions I had assigned.  I
glanced up at her and she noticed me looking.  She spread her smooth brown
legs and ran her hand up and down one silky thigh under her desk.  She
pulled her skirt up until I could see her little red panties underneath. 
She stroked the gusset of her panties a few times and I frowned at her.  I
could see a little smile as she stopped and kept writing on her paper.
   When the bell rang I caught her on the way out.  "Stop torturing me," I
whispered.  "Jesus, Mallory, you're shameless."
   "I do that to all the teachers," she giggled.  "I'll get Krishna to do
it for you tomorrow."
   I swatted her butt and she squealed and went out the door, giving it a
sexy little wiggle as she turned into the hall.
   She got beat in the triple jump that night for the first time in her
life.  It was bound to happen sometime.  She had never lost an event she
had entered in a track meet and she was upset.  She was a little distracted
by the crowd her new car drew at Chili's when we stopped on the way home to
eat.  I could tell it made her feel better.  When we sat down, however, the
bitterness of defeat was still stinging.
   "I know I could have beaten her," she told me.  "I was a foot shorter
than I should have been.  I know I can jump farther, Dad; what was wrong
with me?"
   "You must be getting fat," I kidded her.  She snorted.  "Seriously baby,
you don't have your best day every day.  That was the jump of a lifetime
for that girl.  She'll never jump that far again and you were a little off
your game.  We'll work on it tomorrow and you'll be fine.  You're a
sophomore and she's a senior, a nineteen year old senior, I might add. 
That makes a difference at your age.  You're still getting stronger and
she's likely peaked.  So you had an off day; it happens.  The best of us
have an off day every now and again.  You won all three of your running
events.  You beat the pants off of her in the 200."
   She giggled.  "I was mad.  She's such a ratchet, Dad.  You should hear
her talk.  She stood by me and just kept talking.  Every other word was,
`YOLO,' `swag,' `boost,' `really,' `actually,' or `twerk.' She needs a bath
and has side bangs.  What a toolbox."
   I laughed.  "Does any of this have anything to do with her beating you?"
   "No, she's always been like that.  She's always giving some excuse why
she doesn't win.  She's hurt or having her period or something.  None of
the girls, even from her own school can stand her.  I wouldn't waste my
time disliking her if she didn't try to talk to me all the time."
   "I thought you liked everyone, Mallory."
   "Well, I don't," she said.  "I'm nice to everyone, but that doesn't mean
I like them.  If she doesn't leave me alone I'm going to say something mean
to her.  Do you know she actually asked me why I'm living with a white
man?"
   "What did you tell her?" I asked.
   "I told her you have a big dick," she laughed.  "What do you think I
told her?  I told her you're my father and I love you."
   "Christ, Mallory; someone's going to hear you." I looked around
nervously.
   She giggled.  "You do have a big dick.  I've talked about her enough. 
Thanks for listening, Daddy.  I got an A on my biology test."
   "Good job, baby," I told her.  "If you keep this up you're going to be
first in your class.  You can pretty much have your pick of where you want
to go to college with those kinds of grades."
   "I already know where I want to go.  I'm going to the University of
Miami so I can live at home and commute."
   She wanted to be an English teacher.  I had warned her about not making
much money teaching, but she didn't care.  She wanted to coach too and I
knew if she was good at coaching she could do pretty well.  I was trying to
get her to focus on education administration; that's where the money is and
she was considering it.
   "Let's go home, Dad," she said.  "I can't wait until Saturday."
   "What's going on Saturday?" I asked her.
   "It's prom," she said.  "Cole asked me to go with him.  You don't mind
do you?"
   "Not at all," I told her.  "We need to get you a dress."
   "We'll go tomorrow evening," she said.  "After practice, you can take
me."
   I groaned.  "I think Aunt Kim should take you."
   "Stop acting like a brat," she said.  "You're my dad and you're taking
me.  It's your job.  You took in when you took me.  Thank you, Daddy."
   "For what, baby?"
   "For taking a little girl and giving her a fairy tale life," she smiled
up at me.
   "I thought she would be good at the triple jump," I told her.  "She's
been a great disappointment to me."
   She punched me.  "You big idiot!  I got second in one meet!"
   We walked out with her arm around me and I opened her door.  She got in
and I went around to the passenger seat.  She was a very good driver.  She
stayed in the fast lane and drove six or seven miles over the speed limit.
Every move she made was smooth and planned well in advance.  I told her and
that made her happy.
   She did her homework and went off to take her bath.  I was in bed when
she came in and she didn't have on her jersey.  In fact, she didn't have on
anything at all.  My breath caught in my throat when I saw that vision. 
She was glorious.  Her little pussy had a light dusting of straight black
hair, carefully trimmed into a little V shape; pointing to the treasure
below.  She came and climbed in, naked as a baby.  She wore more when she
was a baby!
   "Dad, I want to ask you something.  Do you mind if I call you Val?"
   "It's my name.  Do you mind if I call you Mallory?"
   "Don't be silly.  I've always called you Daddy or Dad.  It doesn't seem
right to call the man I love Dad."
   "Well, Dad is a title, really; not a name.  If you want to call me Val
or Vallon it's ok with me as long as you still remember I'm your father
too."
   "How could I forget?  I'll never forget that."
   "How about you call me Val when you want to and Dad when you feel like
it?"
   "That's a good idea," she said.  "Right now I want to call you Val
because I want you to play with me.  I've been thinking about it all day."
   "You mean like play with you sexy?" I asked.
   "Yes, I'm very horny.  I've been like this ever since humanities class.
Did you like my panties?"
   "Yes, but I don't like what you did," I told her.  "You made me hard and
I was afraid some other kid would see!"
   "I'm sorry, I won't do it again," she said.
   "No, it's ok, just pick your times," I told her.  "Give me a chance to
recover before I have to get up."
   She slid her nakedness over me and I wrapped my arms around her.  Her
lips melted into mine and I could feel that soft little patch of hair
against me.  It was extremely exciting and I couldn't stop touching her.  I
rolled us over to the center of our bed and just looked at her for a while.
She was the most amazing looking woman I had ever seen.  The features of
her face were stunning.  Her light caramel complexion was flawless.  She
had never had a problem with acne like a lot of teenagers.  Her eyes were
that huge emerald green that had looked up at me and charmed me the day we
met.  She had high cheek bones and her cheeks were just slightly hollow. 
Her nose was little and cute and her chin was pointed.  Her mouth was that
little Cupid's bow and her lips were just a little puffy.  I kissed them
and took her lower one between mine and pulled it out a little.  She was a
little flushed and when I kissed her again I felt her little pointed tongue
come out and tickle my lips.  I allowed it inside and the feeling left me
breathless.
   My baby was kissing me, and she loved it.  I nibbled on her long,
graceful throat and she shivered when I kissed her tiny ears.  I ran my
tongue inside one and she shivered again.  I kissed her collar bone and the
little hollow between it and her throat.  She made a cute little sound and
I let my lips nibble down to one firm breast.  She arched her back,
attempting to make me touch her nipple but I avoided it and kissed all over
her breasts except for the nipple.  Finally she made a frustrated sound and
took my head in her hands, centering it over a little nubbin and pressing
it firmly against my lips.  She gasped her breath in when I closed my lips
over it and stretched it up until it snapped back, making her whole breast
quiver.  I used every bit of everything I had ever heard or ever learned to
make love to that sweet breast, that sweet girl.  She was moaning by the
time I left it for its twin and when I pulled that one in, she went wild,
speaking in unintelligible words for a moment before I could understand
her.
   "Val!  Oh my God, Val!  Something's happening to me, Jesus Dad, I...
please!  Stop, Dad, I'm... no, don't stop, oh God it's... Ah, oh Jesus,
VAL!" her voice rose and became unintelligible again.  I could tell she was
cuming and she had never felt anything like it before.  She came for a long
time and then pushed my head away from her hot little breasts.  I kissed
her lips and she panted for a minute.
   "Jesus, Dad, that was... I can't believe you made me feel like that. 
I've rubbed myself a few times and this was way better.  Was that an
orgasm, Dad?"
   "Yes, baby," I told her.  "It was an odd one.  I've never met a girl
that came just from playing with her breasts.  You're amazing, baby.  Most
girls need you to play with their pussy at least a little.  God, Mallory;
you're smoking hot, baby.  Did you like that?"
   "I did!" she said.  "I more than liked it.  I feel like that if you
played with my pussy I would just explode.  I don't know if I can stand it
if it feels any better!"
   "It does," I told her.  I slid my hand down over the flat plane of her
belly and cupped her hot little pussy with my hand.  She moaned and humped
up against my hand.  I let my index finger slide down between her pussy
lips and part her sex.  She was soaking wet inside and I used that to
lubricate her lips and clitoris.  When I touched the little nub she jumped
at the sensation.  I stroked it and felt it firm up and extend.  I flipped
it back and forth, then rubbed it firmly in circles and she blew up,
moaning and writhing in ecstasy as her orgasm swept through her.  I buried
my finger inside her and she went off again.  When I reached in and found
her G spot she became wild, bucking against me until I could hardly
maintain contact.
   "Oh my God!" she groaned.  "Jesus Christ, Dad, that feels so good.  I'm
cuming so hard.  Ah, God, cuming!"
   She groaned and thrashed, her gorgeous thighs clasping together, trying
to trap my hand between them.  She had a gap between them, just below her
pussy and I kept the cuming until a note of panic crept into her voice.
   "Stop, Dad; oh my God, please stop!  I can't... please, I can't... Oh
God, stop!"
   I let her rest, my finger still buried inside her hot little pussy,
feeling the walls flexing and contracting around it.  I could only imagine
what that would feel like around my cock.
   She pushed my hand out and away, pulling it to her lips and cleaning my
finger inside her mouth.  My cock was aching and I knew she wasn't going to
be able to take any more stimulation.  She wasn't ready to have me inside
her.  I would just have to live with it.
   She rolled to press those big breasts against my chest and she felt my
erection between us.
   "Jesus, Dad," she whispered.  "You nearly killed me.  I can't believe
you can make me feel like that.  I feel your cock.  Can I touch it?"
   "Yes, Mallory, you can do anything you want to."
   "I'm going to make you cum," she said.
   "It's going to make a mess," I told her.  "I have a lot stored up."
   "If I take it in my mouth it won't," she said.
   "Are you sure you want to do that, baby?"
   She just slid down and enveloped my in her hot mouth.  She couldn't take
even half, but she took me in her hot little brown hand and pumped away
while she worked the head over with her lips and tongue.  In twenty strokes
I was cuming.  The idea that it was Mallory doing this to me was just too
overpoweringly erotic.  It is almost impossible to describe how it feels to
have the sixteen year old girl you have raised and loved since she was
three, suddenly shift roles and become your lover.  She was so beautiful
and so sexy and I loved her so much that when I came, it was as if it were
my soul pouring into her.  She gulped away, swallowing convulsively and
pumping with her hand.  She choked a little and gave up trying to swallow.
Cum leaked out the corners of her mouth and dripped down over my cock and
her hand, making it slide in the slickness.  I don't think I've ever cum so
much in my life.  It just went on and on and her eyes never left my face. I
went limp and she jumped up and went to the bathroom.  I heard water
running and she came back with a washcloth.  She cleaned her face and then
used it to wash my cock.  The washcloth went flying toward the bathroom
door and she was climbing up over me.  She held her face close to mine and
I could see her desire for affirmation.  I wrapped her up in my arms and
held her close.  My heart was pounding and I could feel her nipples
scraping against my chest.
   "That was amazing, Mallory," I whispered.  "You're amazing, baby.  God I
love you.  You make me so happy."
   Her face glowed and she wiggled like a puppy that has just been patted.
"I love you too," she whispered back.  "That was so cool.  I love watching
your face when you cum.  I'm sorry I couldn't take it all.  Next time I'll
be better.  I just wasn't ready for that much.  I wasn't ready for the
texture either.  It didn't taste bad, but it's so thick and warm!  I want
to do it again.  I felt so powerful that I could make you feel like that."
   "No one could have taken all that," I told her.  "It isn't likely that
there will ever be that much again.  It's been six months since I've cum,
Mallory.  The last few days with you just made me so horny and so full and
the idea that my baby was doing that to me was just so incredible that I
shot off like a bomb.  You were perfect.  You've always been perfect."
   She slid off to the side and lay with her head on my chest, one arm
flung over me and one smooth brown thigh across my legs.  She sighed and
snuggled in.  I could feel big breasts crushed against my side and her
little patch of silky hair against my thigh.  She humped against me a
little and sighed again.
   "Let's sleep late tomorrow," she said.  "You said we could skip school."
   "Ok," I laughed.  "How many days have you missed?"
   "One so far," she said.  "I can miss another and still not have to take
finals."
   I stroked the muscles of her silky back and we drifted off.
   I woke up at six thirty and called in.  I slid back into bed and she
murmured and slid back into her position half on top of me.  I went back to
sleep and we didn't stir until eleven.  When I woke up again, she was awake
and looking at me.
   "Good morning, baby," I whispered.
   "You're so beautiful," she told me.
   "That's my line," I told her.  "I was going for `ruggedly handsome.'"
   She giggled.  "That too," she said.  "You are beautiful to me.  You're a
beautiful person.  You have a heart as big as the world.  I know how lucky
I am.  Not many girls have someone like you."
   "It's all you, Mallory," I told her.  "I wasn't nearly as good a person
before you came into my life.  You made me realize what's important.  I
love you, little girl.  I need to pee, then I'm going to take a shower. 
Would you like to join me?"
   "Oh yeah," she said.  "Then we're coming back here and we're going to
spend the day here.  Well, I'm kind of hungry.  Can we eat breakfast and
then come back here?"
   "We can eat it here," I told her.  "You just come back and I'll feed you
breakfast in bed."
   I went in and peed and got in the shower.  I heard her come in and the
toilet flush.  The shower door opened and I felt her press herself against
me from behind.  Big wet breasts pressed against my back and hot little
hands came around me and felt me all over.  I let her explore.
   "I'm glad you lift and run with me," she said.  "I would still love you
if you were fat, but all these muscles are a huge turn on.  I like fit
people, Dad."
   "I'll try to stay like that," I told her.  I turned around and we traded
places.  It was my turn to stand behind her and I soaped her up.  My cock
was rock hard in seconds and it nestled between her soapy butt cheeks.  I
reached around and soaped up those glorious big breasts.  Her nipples
seemed perpetually hard and very sensitive.  Her areolas were a little
puffy and they crinkled up a little as I circled them with the tips of my
fingers, forming little cone shaped features on the tips of her breasts.  I
slid my hand down and cupped her sex, working up a lather in the sparse
black hair and using it to wash her lips and into the cleft.  I rinsed her
off and when I slid my finger up through her slit it was still slick, not
from soap but Mallory's growing arousal.  I knelt in front of her, the
water cascading over us and touched my tongue to that beautiful little
pussy for the first time.
   She started when I pressed against her clit with my tongue and I drank
in the sight of her.  Her outer lips were dusky and so was her clitoral
hood, changing to a light pink as her inner lips opened.  It was so sexy
and so sweet that I had to swipe my tongue up from her vaginal opening to
her clit.  I focused on that and as I probed, her clit enlarged and peeked
out at me.  I flipped it with my tongue and it grew even more.  I was able
to take it inside my lips and lash the head with my tongue as I sucked at
it.  Her hips rocked and her hands gripped my hair as she came in a rush of
pleasure, moaning out her joy with her head thrown back and her tight
little body arched.  When she was through I stood back up and held her
shaking form against me.  We stepped out and I dried her off, wrapping her
in the towel.  I fluffed her mop of glossy curls and wrapped another towel
around her head.  She has the kind of hair that looks amazing if she just
washes it, fluffs it up and lets it dry.  She keeps it short on the sides
and about six inches long on top.  Long, loose curls hang down and it looks
fantastic.  We brushed our teeth, sharing the sink like we always do and
she mentioned being hungry again.
   She followed me into the kitchen and chattered at me the whole time I
made breakfast.  She hadn't changed that since she was three.  She just
loved talking to me and she said anything that came into her mind.  I put
everything on a tray and she carried her chocolate milk and my coffee and
we took it to the bed.
   She took off her towels and leaned back against the headboard with her
legs crossed and I sat in front of her.  I fed her scrambled eggs, sausage
and toast with strawberry jam and just looked at her.  She was totally
unconcerned with being naked and spread open in front of me.  I could see
her tight little pussy lips on display and her breasts jiggled and shook
with her every movement.  I was hard the whole time we ate.  When we were
finished she pushed me over on my back and sucked my cock into the
incredible heat of her mouth.  Once again, the feeling was incredible and I
didn't last long.  She managed to swallow every drop without choking this
time and when she looked up at me she had a huge smile on her angel face.
She licked her lips.
   "Umm," she said, "dessert."
   That broke us up and we collapsed in each other's arms laughing.  We
napped and cuddled until it was dinner time and I took her out to eat.  We
went and picked out her dress and she was gorgeous.  It was a yellow
mermaid thing with a one shoulder sweep and a silver ribbon running
diagonally around her from shoulder to hip.  We got silver shoes and a
matching clutch.  I asked her if there was anything else she wanted and she
said she wanted to get her hair, makeup and nails done professionally.  I
called and got her an appointment for Saturday afternoon.  When she came
home she was radiant.  She was always beautiful and she wore very little
makeup.  She still didn't have a lot but her cheeks were more blushed and
her lips were red.  Her nails were yellow and silver and so were her
toenails.  I helped her put on her dress, slipped the shoes on her and she
was a vision.  She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen by a mile.
I wanted to hug and kiss her but she wouldn't let me.
   "Dad, you're going to wrinkle me and mess up my lipstick," she pushed me
away.  "The limousine will be here in a minute.  Go to the hotel and line
up with the other parents and you can take pictures of me.  I'm going out
to dinner with Cole afterward.  I'll be home by midnight.  I want to dance
with you when I get home.  I want champagne, soft jazz and candles.  I want
you in a suit too.  This is going to be special, Dad.  Just wait."
   I drove to the hotel and joined the other parents waiting to take
pictures.  They announced each couple as they arrived and when Mallory and
Cole stepped out, the hum of conversation stopped and every head turned. 
Cole is a good looking kid, tall and muscular with dark hair and eyes, but
he was an accessory tonight.  One long slim brown leg emerged and when he
held out his hand, the rest of her came into view and she was heart
stopping, heart-breakingly gorgeous.  I felt someone gasp beside me and
when I looked Kim was there, camera in hand.
   "Jesus, Val," she whispered.  "She's going to be a star.  Whoever
dreamed that little girl would grow up like this?"
   "I know," I told her.  "I don't think she's interested in being a star
though.  She wants to be a teacher, Kim.  Can you believe that?"
   "Yes, she's a serious person, Val.  I feel sorry for that boy though. 
This is as close to heaven as he's ever going to get.  You're a luck dog,
Val.  I hope you appreciate it."
   I looked at her.  "Is it ok, sis?" I asked her.
   "I think so," she said.  "I think she needs you, Val; and I know you
need her.  If you ever hurt her I'll never speak to you again!  I mean
that, big brother.  You're playing for keeps now."
   There was a big lump in my throat.  "I know.  I love her more than I
ever though I could love anyone.  Thank you, Kim.  You made me keep her. 
None of this would be possible without you.  I guess we just need to find
you a little boy now."
   She laughed and glanced up at me.  "I've already got one," she said.
   "Tell brother about it," I said.
   "Not now," she was snapping pictures.  "Get that camera going."
   I filled my memory card and swapped for another.  Mallory took Cole's
arm and they disappeared into the ballroom.  I kissed Kim and went home.  I
had ordered a cake and I went and got it.  The furniture needed to be moved
around a little for room to dance and I set up the iPod dock with my
favorite jazz playlist.  It started with Johnny Mathis' "What are you doing
the rest of your life," and included Ella Fitzgerald, John Coltrane and
Billy Holliday.  I had twenty songs set up and I went around arranging
candles and flowers the florist had delivered.  It looked good and I went
and showered and put on a black tux with a ruby vest and bow tie.
   I heard the key in the door at 12:02 and I saw Mallory kiss Cole
goodnight.  He looked a little disappointed, but he was young and he'd
live. Mallory was mine.
   I walked to the door and offered her my arm.  She took it with a smile
and I took her to the table and cut us a piece of cake.  I popped the cork
on the champagne and we drank a toast.  We fed each other cake and we ate
two pieces.  I lit the candles and the soft music filled the room.  I took
her hand and pulled her into my arms.  She felt amazing and she moved like
a feather.  I buried my face in her hair and the smell of her was
intoxicating.  We danced through two songs and when I looked down she was
crying.
   I tilted her chin up and her eyes were emerald pools.  "What's wrong,
baby?" I asked.
   "What is this music?" she asked.  "I expected nice music to dance to. 
I've never heard anything like this.  I want to sit down and just listen.
You've never played me this before.  It's amazing."
   "I forget how young you are," I said.  "This is stuff from way back but
it's all-time great.  Why does it make you sad?"
   "It doesn't," she sniffed.  "It just makes me emotional.  Jesus, Dad! 
`What are you doing for the rest of your life?' `Till there was you?' I
just realize how much I love you and how much you love me.  I'm not doing
anything for the rest of my life that doesn't include you.  I'm going to
spend it loving you!  Can we please just listen?  You can play with me
while we listen."
   We sat on the sofa and let the sounds carry us away.  We finished the
bottle of champagne and when the playlist was over, she stood gracefully
and gave me her hand.  She pulled me up and led me to the bedroom.  We
embraced at the foot of the bed and she turned, lifting her curls so I
could unzip her.  That smooth brown skin felt like silk under my fingers
and she slid the dress off, hanging it over the back of a chair.  She took
my clothes off, clever little fingers making short work of tuxedo buttons
and bow ties.  She stood there in bra, panties and silver shoes and she
took my breath away.  She slipped her feet out of the shoes and unfastened
her bra, letting it drop to the floor.  When she wiggled her hips, sliding
her panties down my throat was dry.
   "It's prom night," she looked up at me.  "I want my lover tonight.  Val,
make love to me."
   I swept her up in my arms and laid her down on the bed, our bed.  I lay
beside running my hand up and down her spectacular body.  She was very wet
and very excited.
   "Don't tease me," she breathed.  "I want you inside me."
   I rolled on top of her and claimed her lips, trying to show her how much
I loved her with every move and every touch.  She was impatient and reached
down, positioning me at her entrance.  The head of my cock was kissed by
warm moisture and I felt it slide between creamy lips.  It was very tight
and very hot and I slid in easily.  She gasped and winced.
   "Easy," she warned.
   I nodded, just sliding around with the head of my cock inside her.  She
relaxed and I sank deeper in a smooth stroke, feeling her tightness part
around me as I sank deeper.  I suspected she would have no virgin barrier.
She was way to active to have kept that intact.  I felt nothing but hot,
tight wetness as I moved deeper until I felt the fine hair of her little
patch merge with mine.  She was panting and making cute little sounds as I
paused, soaking in her incredible little pussy.
   "Ok, baby?" I asked.
   She nodded.  "God yes," she breathed.  "Jesus you have a big cock.  It
feels like a fence post.  If I had known you were going to be this big I
might have waited a few years.  It feels really good now.  Make love to
me."
   I drew back a few inches and slid forward again and she said "Oh." She
made that little sound every time I slid back in for a while.  Then, as we
established a rhythm, her voice grew in volume and pitch until she was
moaning and crying out her pleasure.  Her hips met my movements in an
erotic dance until she began to stiffen under me.  Her back arched and her
breasts thrust up.  I captured one of those little brown/pink nipples and
she exploded, crying out again and again as she came.  Her explosion sent
me over the top and I went off inside her, cum flowing in buckets into her
sweet pussy.
   We collapsed together on the bed, our hearts pounding together and our
breath coming in pants.
   "Oh, my God," she moaned.  "That was the most incredible thing ever,
Dad. God, that felt good!  I love you; I love you, I love you!"
   "I love you, Mallory," I whispered.  "The rest of my life; I promise."
   "You're crushing me," she complained.  "I can't breathe."
   I laughed and rolled over, taking her with me until she was on top.  She
slid off my deflating cock and took her favorite position half over me and
we cuddled until we drifted off.  I woke up a couple of hours later and she
was spooned up against me and my cock was rock hard between her cheeks.  I
lifted her leg and slid into her from behind.  She woke up when I entered
her and I rolled on top of her, straddling her legs and took her as she
groaned beneath me.  The slow sweetness of our first time had been replaces
by a more primal need and as she began to cum I pounded her little pussy
through a half dozen orgasms before I flooded her again.  She cried a
little after we were resting and she said it was because she felt like she
had just lost control.  I petted her and told her she was supposed to feel
like that with someone she loved.
   "That's what it's about, baby.  Trusting someone enough to be completely
vulnerable like that.  I feel that way too."
   We fell asleep again and after a couple of hours I woke her up and we
had a slow, sweet love again.  I fucked her twice more before morning and
again when she finally woke up again about ten.  She complained at first
about being sore, but she quickly warmed up and she came a million times.
She began to plead with me as she writhed in ecstasy.
   "Please, Val!  Cum, baby.  Oh, my God, oh my God, oh my God, I can't...
I can't cum anymore.  Please Dad, cum; please cum, I need to stop!  Oh
Jesus, I'm cuming again!"
   I fired off a weak load inside her and held her as she shook and sobbed
a little.
   "I've created a monster!" she moaned.  "Jesus, Dad; are you always going
to be this horny?  You're going to kill me!  My pussy is raw and you made
me cum a hundred times!  I don't think I can walk and I need to pee so
bad."
   I laughed.  "I'm going to fuck you ten times every day for the rest of
my life," I told her.  I picked her up and carried her to the bathroom. 
She peed and I took her to the newly installed hot tub.  We soaked for a
long time and she finally tried to stand up.  Her legs were a little
wobbly, but she said she felt better.
   "I'm still sore as hell," she said.  "Jesus Christ, Dad; we have a track
meet Tuesday.  You can't fuck me again until after that!  Promise me or I
won't sleep with you!"
   "I promise," I laughed.  It was a lie.  I fucked her again Monday night,
but it was her idea after I made her so horny playing with her that she
practically attacked me.  We only did it once and she loved it.
   She's twenty seven now and she teaches English in the same school as me.
She's the women's basketball coach too and my assistant track coach.  We've
been married for four years and we have a beautiful little girl, two years
old.  Her name is Molly and she's the image of her mother.
   I haven't fucked Mallory ten times a day like I promised but I try. 
There just aren't enough hours in a day.  Last week she came into the
humanities class I was teaching and sat in the front row.  She does that a
lot and nobody thinks anything about it.  While the students were working
on their assignment, she saw me watching her and those amazing brown legs
parted under the white dress she was wearing.  I could see her little red
panties and she rubbed up and down on the gusset a few times.  I frowned at
her and she smiled and left, giving that fantastic ass a sexy wiggle on the
way out.  
  
Meeting Mallory