Subject:     Unexpected Incest
Story Codes: MF Mg oral incest father daughter
Diary Date:  June 3, 2011
Author:      Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>

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Summary:

Who really knows what goes on between family members behind closed doors?  Is 
that little girl clinging to her daddy having sex with him in her own bed?  
Is the mom with the horny teenager son sucking his dick in private?  What 
about that brother and sister who seem so antagonistic?  Is it just a cover 
for the intimacy they actually share?

While in most cases I would say such matters are nobody’s business, what do 
you do about it when you DO find out?  To make it even more complicated, what 
if you’re a sixth grade teacher and the girl you suspect is having sex with 
her dad is one of your students?  The law may be pretty black and white about 
such matters but ethically and morally it’s not nearly so clear-cut.

Table of Contents
   Chapter 1 – Behind Closed Doors
   Chapter 2 – School Girls
   Chapter 3 – Suspicions
   Chapter 4 – Options?
   Chapter 5 – Two Sides to Every Story
   Chapter 6 - Getting Advice From My Fiance - and More
   Chapter 7 – Doing Some More Investigating


Chapter 1 – Behind Closed Doors 
===============================

The headlines scream, “Sexual predator kills eleven, hides them in his house 
and back yard.”

“He was such a nice man.  Quiet and always polite.  I never dreamed he could 
do such things.”

   “But they seemed so... normal.  How could we not know?

   “Yeah, I always thought something was going on over there.”

   “They just didn’t seem right.”

   “I just didn't want to get involved.”

We’ve all seen the headlines and heard quotes such as these.  How many times 
have you seen the clueless neighbor being interviewed when someone is exposed 
as being a serial killer or sexual pervert?  Can people really be so blind or 
are they choosing just not to see?  How long anyone live such disparate lives 
where their wholesome public version is so different from their private one?  
Do any of us REALLY know what goes on in the house next door when the blinds 
are closed?

Whatever “it” may be, it doesn’t have to be anything so evil as a Ted Bundy.  
Is that hunk next door who is always showing off for all the women really 
more interested in trolling the internet in search of little boys?  Is the 
seemingly naïve mouse of a housewife really a lustful cougar after dark?  Is 
your son’s basketball coach’s computer overflowing with child porn?  Does 
your daughter’s teacher peek up the girl’s skirts under the bleachers during 
the pep rally?

When it comes right down to it, although any of these might say something 
about a person’s character, does it really matter so long as it’s kept 
private?  Just because a guy has a bigger collection of panties and pantyhose 
than his wife, does that mean he’s any less qualified to be a deacon at his 
church if the only place he wears them is at home?  Does having a penchant 
for pics of little girls or boys have anything with a guy’s ability to coach 
children so long as he just sticks to collecting photos from on-line?  Would 
you really care if your daughter played with the kids of that mouse of a 
housewife if she only prowled as a cougar for men at night in clubs?

If you ask me, it’s a lot like my position on fantasies.  I’ve always said 
that I believe that ANY fantasy, no matter how perverted or distasteful, is 
“OK” so long as it remains just that - a fantasy.  Now that doesn’t mean that 
I necessarily share everyone’s fantasies or get off from them.  Indeed, I 
find many people’s fantasies downright revolting but that I still defend 
their right to have them - just so I don’t have to deal with them. 

It’s when a person allows their fantasies to carry over into their real lives 
that problems occur.  The same goes with a person’s “private” life.  So long 
as it remains private, is it any of my business - or anyone else’s for that 
matter?

Where the line starts to blur is when other people become involved.  If you 
think about that guy with his pantyhose collection, so long as he’s the only 
one that knows about it, so what?  But what happens when his wife finds out?  
Ordinarily I would say it’s an issue between two adults but what happens if 
his kids find out?  How do he explain to his teenage daughter or son when 
they see their dad in mommy’s panties or pantyhose?  So you see, it’s not so 
easy to categorize everything.

The line gets even fuzzier when kids are involved in adult situations that go 
beyond mere clothing fetishes.  Should children see their parents naked?  If 
that’s OK then should they be allowed to see their parents masturbating?  
Going even further, how about their parents having sex?  If even all that’s 
OK then what if the family relationships become incestual?  Finally, if all 
that happens then what if other families or people become involved?  And so 
on and so on... Once the line from fantasy to reality is crossed, where does 
it stop?  Where SHOULD it stop?

To further complicate things... what if your personal convictions and ethics 
differ from the those of your neighbor?  For instance, I was perfectly happy 
as a child being nude in the hot tub with my family but what if a nosey 
neighbor had seen us and felt it was her civic duty to report my parents to 
Child Services?  In that case a situation where no harm was being done would 
have turned into a something bad for everyone involved.  Wouldn’t it have 
been better for that neighbor to simply mind her own business?  Who is right?  
Who decides?

Sorry if I’m carrying on here but it all pertains directly to a personal 
situation that I recently became involved in.  I was faced with a situation 
where despite whatever my personal convictions may have been or whether 
anything harmful was actually being done, society had ruled it to be “bad” 
and even made it illegal for me NOT to report such activity.  Yet if by 
following the law I knew I would actually cause more harm than good, assuming 
any harm was even being inflicted in the first place, should I do anything 
even if I was legally obligated to do so?  Was it worth endangering my own 
career to protect another family I barely knew?  How would I feel later if 
something bad WAS happening but I didn’t report it?

It gets confusing enough just to think about so imagine how I felt when one 
day I found myself face to face with exactly that sort of decision...


Chapter 2 – School Girls 
========================

Sometimes when I sit in the middle of a crowded church I get a kick out of 
looking around at all the people while I daydream about what they would say 
if any of them had even a clue that my loving father sitting right next to me 
has been fucking me for almost ten years now - not to mention his sister-in-
law and her daughter as well as his youngest niece.  Making it even better, 
often when we first take our seats my pussy is still buzzing from having had 
his erect dick in me a mere ten or fifteen minutes earlier.  What would the 
soccer mom sitting right next to me say if she knew my pussy was overflowing 
with his incestuous cum?

Well, the mere fact that we were sitting there without drawing any extra 
attention was proof enough that nobody suspected a thing.  Still, sometimes I 
have to smile when we DO get a little more of a look than usual like when my 
dad will have his arm around me with his hand a little lower on my hip than 
most dad’s would be doing with their daughter.  At the same time I see other 
families and wonder if their daughter is looking around thinking the same 
thoughts as me (or son???).

Church is by no means the only place where I enjoy watching people and try to 
figure out who has a secret.  Just about anywhere that families congregate 
gives me ample opportunities to let my fertile imagination run amok.  Even 
when I’m teaching I sometimes look around the classroom, seeking any 
indication that there may be something going on that someone doesn’t want me 
to know about.  

Teaching in a small Christian school definitely has its ups and downs.  On 
the Down side there is the low pay.  It’s so low that sometimes I feel more 
like a missionary than a professional teacher.  The lack of benefits can also 
be a bit daunting.  Then of course we don’t get all the latest technology or 
other bells and whistles that the larger and more affluent public schools are 
blessed with.  On the positive side my class sizes are smaller, the parents 
are more involved, the rules are more defined (although bit overly strict at 
times, especially with regards to the dress code) and the kids in general are 
more attentive and motivated.  Overall the positives more than outweigh the 
negatives so I think it’s not a bad deal to be where I am, especially given 
that for the next school year I’ll be married so the pay and benefits issues 
won’t be as much of an issue.

Regardless of whether you’re in a private or public school, teaching today is 
so much more complicated than it used to be.  As teachers we aren’t just 
helping kids to learn anymore; if anything that’s just a small part of my job 
description.  Today we’re also given the responsibility to act as surrogate 
parents, even if nobody wants to put that in writing. 

These days it seems any social or economic issue the kids face is somehow MY 
responsibility to deal with them.  If they don’t get a good score on a test 
it’s not that they didn't study or that their parents are fighting every 
minute at home causing the kids to be more worried about an upcoming divorce 
than their grades.  No, somehow it’s MY fault they don’t learn.

Perhaps one of the more touchy and hardest to define areas has to do with 
dealing with child abuse.  When is a bruise caused by a fall on the 
playground or a beating by an abusive father?  Is she always quiet because 
she’s overly  shy or is it because her father rapes her every night and she’s 
afraid to say anything?  Are her clothes a bit tattered because her family 
can’t afford new ones or from her trying to escape yet another beating?  When 
a child pulls away from their parent with fear in their eyes, is it warranted 
or earned?  

All I know is to make the wrong call, even once, can easily spell the 
difference between a teaching career and the unemployment line.  In some 
cases it could even lead to a criminal record.  For many years the default 
position for most teachers was to ignore anything that wasn’t directly 
connected to school activities.  What happened at home, stayed at home so 
don’t get involved.

Well, things have certainly changed.  Today I’m not suppose to look the other 
way, no matter what my personal convictions may be.  In fact, the State of 
Pennsylvania REQUIRES me to report even a mere suspicion of child abuse.  
Failure to do so can lead to suspension or even revocation of my teaching 
license, not to mention potential criminal charges.

Fortunately, so far in my career I’ve never had to face such circumstances.  
The twenty or so kids I have in my classes come in all shapes and sizes, 
mostly ranging from ten to twelve years old, but there has never any of the 
warning signs of child abuse.  Until recently, that is... or so I thought.

Kaylyn was a girl in my sixth grade class.  She was twelve years old with a 
birthday coming in a couple of months making her one of the older kids in my 
class.  That’s important to note because when you’re talking this age group 
it doesn’t take much of an age discrepancy to create radical differences 
between kids.  Although age isn't always the determining factor, in this case 
Kaylyn was also by far one of the most developed; she’d even started wearing 
a training bra back at the beginning of the school year.  It wasn't one of 
those thing I would’ve ever mentioned to her, but as a teacher I try to keep 
tabs on the growth and development of my students as often it has a direct 
impact on their learning.  A girl dealing with raging hormones and a rapidly 
developing body certainly isn’t paying as much attention to her homework as 
she did before such complications arose.

At our school the kids are required to wear “uniform clothing”.  By that I 
don’t mean the classic “catholic girl” uniform of skirt and knee-highs that 
dominate so many male fantasies.  In our case there is some variance allowed 
for style and manufacturer to allow for parents to manage their budgets, but 
essentially all the boys and girls dress pretty much the same.  Well, I mean 
the boys dress the same as the pother boys and the girls the same as other 
girls.

Personally, I’m a huge fan of school uniforms in general as they minimize the 
differences between social classes.  As a former student I know that I 
would’ve hated uniforms because I enjoyed dressing a little showier and 
sluttier than most of the other girls.  Still, within the age bracket I was 
dealing with most of them weren't worried about such things - yet.  To be 
honest, in most cases it was the mothers I worried about more than anything 
as they’re the ones out there buying their ten year-old daughter outfits that 
would have had them arrested not all that many years ago.

I mention the dress code because it were designed such that girl’s clothing 
would NOT to be revealing or form fitting.  Thus as girls like Kaylyn 
matured, it wasn’t as noticeable as it might have been had she attended a 
public school.  This was especially true in sixth grade whereas had our 
school included older grades then perhaps it wouldn’t have been so easy to 
hide the obvious.

Still, I couldn't help but notice for myself how quickly some girls matured 
at younger ages and Kaylyn was definitely in one of the higher percentile 
when it came to body development for her age.  In some ways I was even a 
little jealous of her as I had been at the opposite end of the spectrum back 
when I was in sixth grade.  I still have vivid memories of how some of my 
friends had such incredible boobs (at least for their age) while I was barely 
starting to show.  It was so embarrassing!

Unfortunately for girls like Kaylyn, she had left most of the boys her age in 
the dust so far as maturity goes.  As a result if anything her rapidly 
developing breasts and curving hips were the subject of teasing more than 
appreciation.  I felt sorry for her at times when I would catch some little 
jerk taunting her about her new “titties”.  Unfortunately there is little you 
can do at that age but scold them and punish as necessary but you can never 
stop human nature completely.  It didn’t help that she was dark-skinned, a 
result of a black father and white mother.  While we would all like to think 
that discrimination and racism is in the past, someone forgot to tell the 
kids.

I noticed as the year progressed that Kaylyn seemed to become more withdrawn 
and shy about her body, holding her books up to her chest whenever possible 
as if that would keep anyone from noticing how they were quickly pushing her 
dresses further out.

I also took notice that she was even doing the same when her father would 
pick her up from school.  Her mother had some high-powered sales job so her 
dad was a stay-at-home father.  Whether that was by choice or he couldn't 
find a job I didn’t know for sure.  All I knew was I had only seen her mother 
twice and even then it was just for a brief handshake and hello.  I felt bad 
for Kaylyn and wanted to strangle the little jerks for causing her to be 
embarrassed of her body to the point where she seemed to shying away from any 
male, even her own dad.

When it came to the teasing the real shame, at least from my point of view, 
was that Kaylyn was transforming like a butterfly into quite a pretty young 
girl.  Next year she would be going to a public school where I was sure that 
the older boys would be much more appreciative of her growing assets than the 
immature twelve year-olds who formed the oldest male group at our school.

While she may not realize it now, what was causing her so much trouble now 
would soon become her greatest weapon.  I had no doubt that she would be the 
one calling the shots!  With only a couple of weeks to go in the school year, 
I could only hope that she would make it through without anything traumatic 
happening.  Though as a teacher I wasn't suppose to have favorites, Kaylyn 
had become one of those students I felt a special care and concern for.


Chapter 3 - Suspicions
======================

It was the week before the Memorial Day holiday that I first thought there 
might be more to Kaylyn that I’d thought.  As usual, Kaylyn’s dad dropped her 
off at school.  I was watching the kids entering the school from my window 
and I noticed she got out of the car quickly and started towards the front 
door without a word to her dad when he called out to her and made her come 
back to him.  Although I couldn't make out what he was saying, she looked 
really upset.  When she entered my classroom I noticed that her eyes were red 
as if she’d been crying.  Naturally I went to her and asked if everything was 
alright.  She just shook her head and turned away, going straight to her desk 
without a word.  

This wasn’t the first time I’d noted that something was different with Kaylyn 
but it was the first time it really drew my attention.  In fifth grade she’d 
been the typical bubbly little girl that squirmed in her seat and never shut 
up.  Throughout her year in sixth grade she had become more withdrawn and shy 
but I’d attributed it more to do with the teasing she was subjected to than 
anything else I could put a finger on.  However this morning she was 
downright sullen, not even lifting her eyes to me as I taught.  During recess 
she just stood off to the side, not talking to the other girls and especially 
avoiding the boys.

The next day was a repeat performance and I felt sure that it must be 
something more than just being yelled at by her parents or an argument with a 
friend.  Finally during the morning recess I went to her and asked again if 
everything was OK.  She insisted she was fine but her expression said just 
the opposite.  Something was bothering her... but what?

Then I remembered how she had looked with her father the previous morning and 
took a shot in the dark.  “Kaylyn, did your daddy tell you not to say 
anything about what’s bothering you?”

The innocence and naivety of a young girl, even one maturing as quickly as 
Kaylyn, cannot be underestimated.  I could’ve asked her yet again if 
everything was OK but she would’ve certainly continued to deny anything was 
wrong.  By asking her if she was told not to say something, it allowed her to 
answer more truthfully without violating any instructions she might have 
against such a disclosure.  Good ole’ Psychology 101 pays off again!

“Daddy said if I tell anyone the a bad man will hurt him,” she suddenly said 
so softly I barely realized she had said anything.

Whoa!  I’d been expecting something more along the lines of her being 
grounded for not cleaning her room or something like that.  It took all my 
self-control to keep a smile on my face and not reveal my inner shock as 
doing so would most certainly have made her retreat once again.  Instead, all 
my training regarding potential child abuse kicked in and I gently probed a 
little more, trying to stay away from anything that would cause her to have 
to make a direct answer as to what was happening at home between her dad and 
her.

“You love your daddy, don’t you Kaylyn?”

She nodded, biting her lower lip and staring at her brown shoes or something 
else equally interesting at floor level.

“You would do anything for your daddy to make him happy, wouldn’t you 
Kaylyn?”

Again the nod without looking away from whatever was so important on the 
ground.

“I bet you’re a really good girl for your daddy, aren’t you Kaylyn.  You do 
anything he asks.  Am I right?”

“Yeah... Daddy says I’m his precious,” she murmured softly, a slight smile 
coming to her face.

Just then the whistle blew and the kids came running back for class.  Kaylyn 
turned to join them and I let her go, a million unanswered questions at the 
tip of my tongue.  My suspicions were certainly been raised but in all 
fairness to her dad, nothing she’d said could be used to prosecute him 
assuming there was anything in wrong the first place.  After all, what girl 
her age didn't love her daddy?  What could be wrong with her wanting to 
please her him?  Didn't most every dad have a pet nickname for his daughter?  
My dad always called me his “baby” and STILL does even though I’m now 26.

The key factor for me was not in the questions and answers themselves but 
rather in how she answered them.  It’s much like reading e-mails where the 
same sentence can be read by ten people and mean something different to each 
of them depending on what inflections they use when how they say it aloud.  I 
was once her age, albeit fourteen years ago, but I can clearly remember that 
I would’ve done almost anything my dad asked me to.  OK, so maybe cleaning my 
room was a constant sore spot but you know what I mean.

As a matter of fact, had it not been for my mother’s overly protective 
nature, those “requests” could have been much more intimate than they were.  
Was Kaylyn’s mother as diligent as mine had been when it came to monitoring 
her husband’s feelings and needs for his daughter?  For that matter, was she 
even aware of what was going on - assuming anything was in the first place?  
Again, was there anything she needed to be aware of in the first place or was 
I just letting my prolific imagination run wild?

I didn't have another opportunity to talk to Kaylyn privately until lunch at 
which time I asked her to stay in the classroom with me while the other kids 
went to the lunchroom, supposedly to help me with something or another.  She 
seemed nervous, probably worried that she’d done something wrong, so I 
quickly put her at ease.  There wasn't a lot of time before someone would 
question where we were so I got straight to the point, or at least in as 
short a path as I could take under the circumstances.  I’d had enough 
training drilled into me to have a pretty good idea of where to direct the 
discussion.

“I just want you to know Kaylyn that it’s wonderful that you love your daddy 
so much and that you work so hard to please him,” I said, taking a seat at 
the desk next to hers, “You know... not every girl is such a good girl as you 
are.”

She smiled shyly at me, then looked down at her desktop.

“Does your daddy give your presents when you’re especially good?”

At that she smiled more and her eyes lit up but she didn’t answer.

“What kind of presents are your favorite that he gives you?”

She glanced around then looked shy again but I just smiled at her and awaited 
patiently for her to work it out herself.  

“I like it when he buys me pretty clothes.”

“Oh that’s nice,” I encouraged her, “Did he buy you a pretty dress?”

She shook her head but didn't answer.  For a moment I thought she was going 
to retreat back into her shell again and I hoped that I hadn’t pushed too 
hard.

“I bet he likes you to wear them for him, doesn’t he,” I said as an image 
starting to go through my mind.

Kaylyn just nodded again but a thin smile began to reappear.  I was tempted 
to ask her if her mom had ever seen her in those clothes but if I was right, 
then I was pretty sure what the answer was already.  If I was wrong, then it 
didn't matter anyway so I decided to not push her too much.

“You know Kaylyn, when I was your age my daddy use to take pictures of me 
when I wore special outfits that he bought for me.  Does your daddy like to 
do that when you wear special clothes just for him?”

Her eyes brightened again at that.  Once again I could relate to her 
response.  Indeed, my dad DID take pics of me when I was her age wearing all 
sorts of outfits.  I always loved wearing the ones he gave me the most when 
he took the photos because I could tell it made him happier when I wore 
those.  Just as Kaylyn seemed to enjoy posing for her dad, I loved it myself 
when I was her age.  The key was that’s ALL my dad did when I was her age - 
take pictures.  The difference was that somehow I was getting the impression 
that Kaylyn’s dad was doing more than making it a Kodak moment.

Just then my co-teacher popped her head in the classroom door, asking me if 
everything was OK.  I assured her that all was well and that we were just 
finishing up.  Kaylyn took it to mean we WERE done and she rushed out to join 
her friends without looking back or saying a word.  My co-teacher watched her 
fly by and I could see the questions in her eyes but she didn't press me on 
the issue.

The next day Kaylyn’s dad dropped her off at school as always but this time I 
didn't see anything going on between them.  Indeed, she even kissed him on 
the cheek when he leaned over to hug her goodbye.  Any signs of tension or 
distress were clearly gone.  Hmmmmmm, had I misread the earlier situation?  
Was she just being temperamental, as it seems all girls her age get to be at 
times?  All the answers she’d given to me as far could be read a number of 
ways, most of which would never have held up in court.  So what if she liked 
to please her dad?  Just about every normal girl her age does.  OK, so he 
buys her pretty clothes and takes pictures of her wearing them.  We’d never 
discussed what kind of clothes they were.  Sure they were “special” but at 
her age that could mean just about anything that her dad bought her.  To a 
twelve year-old girl panties with Hannah Montana on them could be just as 
special as a sheer thong.

If I was to follow the letter of the law, even though I didn't have any 
“proof” even the mere suspicion of anything between Kaylyn and her dad had to 
be reported.  However, doing so would inevitably end up with the police 
involved and could potentially turn totally innocent situation into something 
that could ruin their family no matter what the actual conditions were.  It’s 
the case where no matter what the final results were, nobody would ever 
forget the accusation and most would assume “something” was going on and he 
just beat the system rather than allow that he was actually innocent of the 
charges.

Given the potential for harm, even though it was a professional risk for me I 
just couldn't say anything to anyone until I had more to go on.  In any case 
Kaylyn seemed to be in a much better mood today but I still noted that during 
recess she retreated off to her own little world.  Thus I decided to see if 
she would be more talkative today.

“Hi Kaylyn, you seem happier today,” I greeted her.  She looked up at me and 
smiled, not nearly so forced as she had been the day before.  

“Let me guess why you’re so happy,” I said in an off-hand manner, trying not 
to threaten her in any way, “Did you make your daddy happy last night?”

She seemed more trusting in me today and I noticed her eyes didn’t avert to 
the ground nearly as quickly.  She nodded and shrugged her shoulders a 
little.

“Did he take pictures of you?”

Again she nodded so I followed up with, “In one of the special outfits he 
bought you?”

Another nod but this time she grinned a little despite herself and then 
seemed to be a little embarrassed.

“Has your mommy seen you in those outfits?”

Kaylyn’s eyes widened and she shook her head quickly - too quickly for my 
sensibilities.  Obviously her mom hadn’t seen her in the “special” clothes 
her dad was buying her.  Just as obvious she didn’t WANT her mom to see her 
so I didn’t press the issue of her mother any further.  At the same time her 
silence was becoming a little bit frustrating as well so I took a shot using 
a technique I often use when chatting with people I suspect are fakes to draw 
out information from them.  My father the lawyer would be no doubt appalled 
at such leading questions but then why not use the technique if it works?

“So Kaylyn, does your daddy take off your clothes or does he like it better 
when you do it so he can watch?”

In asking it this way, I was subtly (or maybe not so very subtle) boxing her 
in to answer the question using only the options I gave her.  Like I said, I 
often do this with guys who chat with me, offering leading questions to see 
how they respond.  All too often they will choose one of the two options 
rather than have to make up their own story about what they claim to have 
happened.  If my suspicions were wrong, then Kaylyn would object and tell me 
the truth.  If I was right, then odds were one of the two answers were 
correct and she would naturally go along with the true one rather than 
protest about answering such a question.

“He likes me to do it,” she said, putting her hand over her mouth as if by me 
not seeing her lips moving it was somehow not her saying it.

In any case, my ploy worked.  It just goes to show that open-ended questions 
rarely work but by asking leading questions that allow for only specific 
options then you can get more specific answers.  In any case that was enough 
questions for one day.  I could tell from the way she was fidgeting and 
looking at the ground that that Kaylyn was becoming uncomfortable with the 
line of questioning so I let it go... for now at least.

As she walked away I couldn't help but look at her and wonder.  She WAS 
incredibly cute and definitely mature for her age - at least mature from a 
physical perspective.  It seemed obvious to me that her bodily assets were 
developing faster than her mental ones which could prove to be irresistible 
to some men with desires for young girls.  Given my experiences with my 
father I should know if anyone did.  My father did much the same as what it 
appeared that Kaylyn’s did.  I remember opening his presents and the thrill 
it gave me to try on a new outfit.  I never questioned the fact that they 
became more and more suggestive and lewd as I got older.  All I knew was that 
it made my dad happy to see me wearing them and what young girl doesn’t want 
to please her daddy?

The one difference between my experiences and Kaylyn’s were that my dad 
didn't have me strip for him at her age.  THAT didn't start until we started 
having sex and even then I was a little more than three years older than 
Kaylyn was now.  Do I really have to say that there’s a BIG difference 
between a sixteen year-old girl and a twelve, almost thirteen year-old?  So 
that left me wondering.  If Kaylyn’s dad was pushing her to undress for him 
at such a young age, was it just to see her naked or was it because they were 
already having sex?

Watching Kaylyn in class afterwards I couldn't help but think about her and 
what might be happening at home - or not for that matter.  She seemed so 
innocent and naïve sitting at her desk, working diligently on her assignment.  
No doubt she could have passed for being fourteen or even fifteen.  Indeed, 
her boobs were already more developed than mine had been when I started 
having sex at the ripe old age of fourteen.  The frumpy dress mostly hid them 
but not nearly as completely as they had just a few months ago.

My mind wandered as I wondered what type of outfits her dad bought for her.  
I even caught myself imagining what she might look like in a cute teddy but 
quickly wiped that from my thoughts!  The last thing I needed was to start 
fantasizing about one of my students.


Chapter 4 – Options?
====================

My curiosity was killing me yet at the same time I had to ask myself did I 
really want to know more than I already did?  Even now I most likely knew 
enough that if an investigation were ever initiated I could be held liable 
for not bringing my suspicions up with the school officials and the police.  
True, I didn't really know anything in detail, but from what Kaylyn had told 
me so far it was obvious that SOMETHING was going on at home between her and 
her dad that wouldn’t have been acceptable to society in general.  Even if it 
as just modeling suggestive outfits and eventually taking them off, that was 
enough to get me busted for withholding evidence.

In the end it came down to one of three options...

Option 1: 
I could leave things as they were and hope that nothing ever became public 
which would cause questions to be asked of the adults who interacted with her 
- such as her teachers, including me.  I suppose I could always plead that 
she misunderstood the extent of what she had told me and I’d assumed that 
nothing was going on at home.  That would mean not asking her anything else 
about what was going on at home as well as I’d already most likely crossed 
the line in terms of suspecting something was happening and not turning it in 
to the authorities.

Option 2: 
This one was a lot safer - at least from a strictly selfish point of view.  
All I had to do was to go to my school administrator and explain to him what 
I suspected.  Then he would be responsible for contacting the authorities and 
launching an investigation.  At best it would prove awkward if nothing WAS 
going on.  Still, it would hold me blameless if something WAS going on.  The 
problem was that if nothing was happening and it was just Kaylyn’s overactive 
imagination at work, then I could be the cause of a lot of tension between 
Kaylyn’s parents, maybe even leading to a divorce.  Even worse, what if a 
vengeful father started looking closer into MY life?

Option 3: 
This one was the riskiest but also potentially the most interesting.  I could 
continue to do an informal investigation on my own, basically continuing on 
with what I’d already started.  Outside of the group that my dad and aunt 
were involved with, and ignoring the people I interacted with on the 
Internet, I really didn’t personally know all that many people outside of my 
family that were involved with incest.  Of course I didn’t know for a fact 
that Kaylyn WAS involved with her father but that was what made it 
potentially interesting.  

Three options, three very different potential outcomes.  Of course the 
SAFEST, at least of me, was to turn this all over to the authorities as the 
law required.  Most likely the BEST was the first option, and that was to 
just leave things as they were and stop sticking my nose where it didn't 
belong.  The most INTERESTING was to continue my private investigation.

Really, if I was honest with myself, there was no reason NOT to go with the 
“best” option.  Turning her father in might be the proper legal thing to do 
but the potential damage to their family was enormous making it just too 
risky for me.  If indeed there was nothing actually happening and it was just 
Kaylyn exaggerating things then it would be like telling the jury to ignore 
the witness’s last statement.  Of course people would find out that I’d tuned 
them in so even if the outcome was nothing was wrong, nobody could ever 
completely erase the damage of the accusation.  Could I live with myself if I 
was the cause of their family breaking apart just so I could keep myself in 
the safest legal position?

If I didn't take the “safe” option, then what was there really for me to gain 
by digging any deeper?  It’s not like I was personally attracted to Kaylyn 
and was looking for something that would lead to my becoming involved 
sexually with her.  Sure she was cute but then so were many girls her age.  
Recognizing her sexuality, even allowing my fantasies to get carried away was 
NOT even close to actually wanting to do anything with her in that way.  I’ve 
often said that I believe fantasies should be unlimited but that there was a 
line between fantasy and reality that should never be crossed.  

What if I found out for certain that Kaylyn was having sex with her father?  
Even if it wasn’t sex but just voyeurism on the part of her father, what 
possibly good could come from me knowing about it?  Was I so curious that I 
would want to see for myself?  The answer to that is an emphatic NO!  Would 
it make my fantasies any more compelling to know it was REALLY happening 
versus just thinking about what MIGHT be going on between Kaylyn and her dad?  
Not really.  Even if her mom knew about more than Kaylyn realized, that 
wasn't going to make ME get off any more than I already did now when I was 
home masturbating thinking about Kaylyn and her dad.

Actually, my biggest concern was more that if I pushed her further that 
Kaylyn might say something to her dad about it and who knew where THAT might 
lead.  If everything was innocent, how might her parents react to her teacher 
asking her about her family life, especially from a sexual perspective?  If 
her father WAS having sex with her, might it scare him into doing something, 
even if I couldn’t imagine what that something might be?

Pushing Kaylyn any further was too risky so If I was going to find out 
anything there was just one person to talk to - her dad.


Chapter 5 – Two Sides to Every Story
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Due to my other responsibilities I wasn't able to watch for Kaylyn and her 
dad until the following Friday.  That morning I waited outside the school, 
pacing back and forth nervously as I waited for Kaylyn and her dad to show 
up.  Our school doesn’t have busses so all the kids arrive by car.  Some 
carpool but most come individually.  I’d never seen Kaylyn with any other 
parents or any other kids riding with her and her dad.  That wasn’t unusual 
as most of the parents drove their own kids.

All the previous night I’d debated whether to not to do this and now the 
moment of truth was about to arrive.  Would I be able to pull this off 
without causing a scene?  Would I even have the courage in the end to say 
anything to her dad?

Before I went to bed I’d laid there thinking about the things she’d told me.  
As I thought of her dressing in some sexy little outfit for her dad, it 
reminded me of some of the ones my dad had bought for me when I was her age 
and the things I’d done with him while wearing them.  As I said, when I was 
twelve I wasn't even thinking about having sex with my dad.  Thus it wasn't 
like I was doing a strip tease for him to follow me back to my room or 
anything crazy like that.  Still, I realize now how much of a flirty tease I 
was back then without even trying.  Knowing what I do now, I can only imagine 
how hard it must have been for my dad to heed my mother’s edicts regarding 
her no-sex policy when it came to him and me.  

Some people might question why a preteen girl would agree to do such things 
for her father as most girls around that age are shy about their bodies to 
say the least.  Actually it’s really not that hard to understand the 
incentive for a young girl to do just about ANYTHING if she thinks it’s 
something that her father wants.  When it comes to girls I can't say that 
such feelings apply to mothers as much as it does fathers but I think that’s 
because moms and daughters have to interact on so many other levels as well 
whereas dads tend to treat their daughters like little princesses.  

This was also a time when so many things in a girl’s life are changing, 
especially with regards to her body and emotions.  Looking in the mirror, 
there are the obvious changes and along with them the resulting concerns as 
to whether or not she looks good.  Who better to boost her ego and flatter 
her in a non- threatening way than her own father?  If he buys her clothes 
that make her look and feel special, then why wouldn’t she want to model them 
for him and be on the receiving end of his flattery and compliments?  So what 
if he gets an erection and maybe even tries to look at her in ways that 
“good” fathers shouldn’t.  All I know is that when my dad looked at me that I 
way it made me feel really good.  I figured that if my own dad can feel that 
way about me, then I could just imagine how the other boys and men did!  

I’d laid in bed for most of last night masturbating myself slowly as I 
remembered how good it made me feel to walk out of my bedroom in a brand new 
outfit with the tags still hanging from it, entering the living room or 
bedroom where my dad would be waiting anxiously for me.  Sometimes I was 
nervous, or more self-conscious I would say, especially when the outfit was 
super revealing.

Still, those feelings would almost always quickly fade away when he saw me 
and urged me to come into the room.  The look on his face as I drew closer 
always made me feel so special.  I loved the way he would stare at my body, 
sometime even touching himself when he couldn’t totally control his 
reactions.  I could be so self-conscious at times but when he looked at me 
that way I felt like I was the most beautiful girl in the world.

Sometime my dad would have me sit on his lap and I remembered how I would 
tingle all over when I felt feel his erection pressing up against my bottom 
through his shorts.  There wasn’t anything overtly sexual about it, at least 
so far as I was concerned.  For me I just felt good knowing that my dad 
thought I was hot enough to get excited over.  I wondered of Kaylyn felt that 
way when she sat on her dad’s lap... if she even did.  If so then did she 
realize what it meant when she felt that thing poking up against her?

My pussy felt so hot and wet as I rubbed myself, imagining all the while how 
Kaylyn might look rubbing her little bottom against her dad’s crotch, 
squirming in his lap as she felt him growing stiffer under her.  Did he reach 
around her to cup her growing breasts in his large hands through the sheer 
top he’d picked out special just for her?  Did her sensitive nipples harden 
with the light touch of her father’s hands against her?

OMG, did his hardening dick push up against her little pussy, making her 
instinctively wiggle even more against him?  Did her panties “accidentally” 
move to the side, allowing the smooth head of his erect cock to press against 
her curious pussy as it throbbed and felt like it never had before?  Did he 
start to push just a little inside of her, trying desperately to fight 
through the fierce resistance of her virgin pussy?  What did she whisper to 
her daddy when she felt the tip of his dick start to push inside of her?  Did 
it excite her when eventually he pushed more of it inside of her pussy?

Wow, talk about an orgasm!  I was so freaking horny by that time it was over 
all I could do was to stay on top of the bed and not jump up and call him to 
come over and fuck me.  My mind was racing with fantasies as I wondered what 
it would be like to lick his incestuous cum out of his daughter’s freshly 
fucked pussy?  What would she taste like?  Would she kiss me afterwards and 
share her father’s cum with me, swallowing it down together with me as her 
father looked on?

Of course it was all fantasy but still as I paced back and forth waiting for 
her to show up I was being fidgety not only by my nervousness over asking her 
dad about things between him and his daughter, but also by my lingering 
fantasies of him fucking me in front of her.  Of course I should never have 
been even thinking such thoughts at all but who can stop them?  It’s like 
telling someone NOT to think about pink elephants and then all they can do is 
think about them!

It was crazy to be standing out in front of school in my coat and long dress, 
waiting for Kaylyn and feeling horny as heck.  Talk about letting your inner 
feelings take control!  I was about one step from ducking inside to the 
restroom to take care of my growing “problem” when a familiar car drove up 
and I saw it was Kaylyn and her dad.  Thank God... Finally!  Then again, I 
almost wished they were another fifteen minutes late.

Taking a deep breath, I quickly moved to the car where it looked like Kaylyn 
was saying goodbye to her dad.  I helped open the door for her and she looked 
surprised to see me, not to mention her dad as well.

“Good morning Mr. Smith,” I said to him as I gave Kaylyn a quick hug before 
letting her go by to join her classmates.  (Of course that’s not his real 
name!)

“Well good morning yourself Miss Kelly... and you can call me John,” he 
responded, looking at me with a touch of curiosity.  (Again, that’s not his 
real first name for obvious reasons.)

I explained to John that I wanted to discuss some of Kaylyn’s schoolwork if 
he had a few minutes.  He looked concerned and I felt a little guilty as he 
likely thought something was wrong with her homework or test scores.  
Actually nothing could further from the truth as she was consistently one of 
the top students in her class.  John parked his car and soon met me on the 
steps.  It was quite 1chilly so I offered for him to join me in one of the 
spare classrooms.  He 1agreed and followed me to one of the unused rooms 
where I quickly closed the door behind us before anyone saw us.  

“OK, so what’s this all about?” he asked, leaning back against the large desk 
in the room as he looked around the empty room.

Wow, it was like my mind went blank.  I hate to admit this but I felt a 
little intimidated by this tall black guy who I was now facing along in an 
empty classroom.  He was by no means ugly and looked like he spent some 
quality time at the gym.  One thing I noted was his head was shaved which 
wasn’t a big turn- on for me but then it was better than those guys who cut 
it down to a bare minimum growth and then left it that way.  For just a 
moment I wondered if he was shaved elsewhere as well but then I quickly put 
those thoughts aside.

I’d rehearsed this numerous times and thought I was ready but then my nerves 
took control and my mind went completely blank.  I stammered for a moment and 
then just blurted out the first thing that came to my mind.

“Are you having sex with your daughter?”

OMG, I actually said that out loud!  My face immediately reddened and I 
realized how absurd it must sound for me to make such an accusation right out 
of the blue.  Totally embarrassed now, I just wanted to sink right through 
the floor or run out of the room and never talk to him again.  Instead I just 
stood there, waiting for him to respond as if I was frozen to the floor.

John just looked at me, his eyes practically boring holes right through me.  
I was expecting a quick response like asking me if I was crazy or at least 
some sort of indignation but he just stood there staring at me with his eyes 
roaming up and down me and then back to my eyes again, as if he was trying to 
read my mind.  This went on like that for almost a minute and I was starting 
to wonder if I’d better say something but then it was like he made up his 
mind and he answered my accusation.

“As a matter of fact... yes I do... and as you apparently already know about 
it then why are you asking me?” he answered back in a matter-of-fact tone.  
It was if I had asked him some simple question like what his phone number was 
or something like that..

Wow, did he REALLY say that?  He caught me totally off guard.  I’d rehearsed 
all sorts of responses to about ever type of protest that I imagined that he 
might make but never once did I expect him to come right out and admit it.  
Heck, I wasn't even sure he WAS doing it in the first place.

“Ummmmmmm, really?” was all I could get out, feeling myself redden even more 
from the way I was stumbling around this like some amateur sleuth.

“I’m figuring that you’ve been talking to her and she told you or you 
wouldn’t be asking me such a question in the first place,” he said, keeping 
so utterly calm it was surreal.  “So... now that I’ve answered YOUR question 
it’s MY turn to ask a question.  Why are you asking me such a question in the 
first place when you already know the answer?”

Frankly, I was starting to wonder the same thing myself.  Now where did I 
take this?  What had I gotten myself mixed up with?  HE was the one who was 
suppose to be on the defensive, not me.

“Well as her teacher I have a responsibility...,” I started to say but he cut 
me off abruptly.

“Sorry, not buying it,” he said, shaking his head slowly, “If that was the 
case we wouldn’t be talking alone in this empty classroom.  No... I suspect 
it would be in some dingy room at the police station.”

Then he tilted his head like a dog when it seems to be listening to you, 
staring at me intently.  I was too shaken to say another word so fortunately 
he took over the conversation.

“Hmmmmmm, let me take a wild guess... I bet you had sex with YOUR father at 
my daughter’s age, am I right?”

I shook my head, not trusting myself to answer verbally.  His eyebrows raised 
as if he was either surprised at my response or disappointed.

“Alright, so be it... but I bet you have at some time or another... am I 
right?”

This time I didn't answer or move my head but he wasn't fooled.

“Ahhhhhh, so you did... and now I’m guessing that you’re turned on because 
I’m screwing my own daughter like your dad did you... yes?”

He had me pegged but I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of knowing 
that, or at least I wasn't going to confirm it.

“So what’s this REALLY about Kelly... do you want to join in?  Hmmmmmm, maybe 
you have a thing for young girls?  Do you want some of my daughter for 
yourself?”

The way my eyes widened and the astonished look on my face was probably my 
best answer.  John laughed and shook his head at me.

“OK, so maybe that was pushing it a little.  So what is it?  Are you looking 
for me to do you?”

“No, I’m engaged,” I responded, flashing my ring at him and doing my best to 
appear offended.  Well, it only made him laugh all the harder.

“Big deal, so you’ve got a ring with a stone in it.  Since when did THAT mean 
anything?  My wife has one too but it doesn’t stop her from screwing every 
walking dick she meets.  Besides, you didn’t exactly say no.”

Again, it was like he knew me from my diary or something but there was no way 
THAT could be true.  Still, it was eerie to have someone that I’d never 
talked to about anything really personal be able to discern me so well.

“Really, I was just curious... I’m NOT interested in having sex with you... 
OR your daughter for that matter,” I finally said in a stern voice, or at 
last as stern as I could make it under the circumstances.

“Well sorry bitch but I just don’t believe you,” he came back at me, the 
smile suddenly disappearing.  “We wouldn’t be having this conversation if you 
didn't want something so spill it... what is it?”

“Alright then, how long has this been going on between you and your 
daughter?” I said, trying my best to deflect the conversation away from me 
and back to him and Kaylyn.

“You mean between me and Kaylyn?” he asked, “Since Christmas if you’re asking 
about the sex stuff.  I’ve been working on her for well over a year though.  
It’s not like you can just rush into something like this.”

“Working on her?” I asked with a hint of incredulity in my tone.

He just shrugged and answered, “You know, touching her, buying her things, 
taking pictures, that sort of stuff.  I didn't rape her you know.  She wanted 
it by the time I had her ready.”

“And your wife?”

He threw up his hands and exhaled loudly.  “That bitch?  She doesn’t know 
nothing.  Anyways, all she cares about is work.  She’s always gone and I know 
damn well she’ll let anybody screw her - male OR female, to get a sale.  The 
only person she won’t do is me.  Shit, we haven’t had sex in over a year now 
so why shouldn’t I get what I can?”

The bell went off and I was late for class.  At this point I wasn’t sure if I 
was feeling relieved or turned on.  Actually I was more confused than 
anything.  This hadn’t gone any way even close to how I’d imagined it might 
and if anything I had even more questions now than before.

“Why don’t you come over some night and we can discuss Kaylyn’s 
‘schoolwork’,” he said as I started to leave the classroom, using two fingers 
on each hand to emphasize the “schoolwork” comment.

Obviously he had much better things to discuss than her grades or at least 
her grades so far as her class work was concerned.  Now THAT was a 
proposition full of danger and my immediate response was to say no but he cut 
me off before the words came out.

“C’mon, we both know you’re curious and turned on or we wouldn’t be here in 
the first place.  Don’t worry, I won’t be naughty... we can just talk to 
start with.”

Yeah, and the check is in the mail and this won’t hurt.  “We can just talk” 
fits right in there with every other cliché and there was no doubt in my mind 
that “to start with” meant just that.  I turned the door knob without 
answering but he was right behind me, pushing on the door over my shoulder to 
prevent me from pulling it open.

“Tell you what... 7:00 tonight... I’m sure you have our address in her 
records.”

With that he let me open the door and I hurried down the hall to my classroom 
without answering, afraid to even look back at him although I could literally 
feel his eyes boring into me from behind.

Stepping into the classroom I couldn't help but immediately look for Kaylyn.  
She was chatting away with another girl and didn't even notice me until I 
called the class to order.  My first thoughts when I looked at her was to 
wonder when the last time she had been fucked by her dad.  Now it was 
officially no longer a question of “if” but more that of “when”.

As much as I’d thought about it before, it was always more a crazy fantasy 
than anything else.  Now that it was confirmed I couldn't help but imagine 
her sitting on her dad’s big black dick.  OK, my apologies for the stereotype 
but I couldn’t help but wonder if her dad’s cock really was as big as people 
like to say in all the erotic stories and movies.


Chapter 6 - Getting Advice From My Fiance - and More
====================================================

As for what happened the rest of that day, well I haven’t hardly a clue.  I 
tried to concentrate on my work but my mind kept wandering off to John’s 
stunning revelations... as then his invitation.  Was it really an invitation 
or something more sinister.  Had I refused what would he have done?  It’s not 
like he could’ve told anyone about what we discussed as he had as much if not 
more to lose than me.  Sure my career would be in the tank but he could end 
up spending time in prison.  Talk about a Mutual Assured Destruction 
scenario...

During a break I tried to call Steve but he must’ve still been sleeping and 
had his phone turned off, or at least silenced.  Then again, if I knew my 
fiance he could have it on full volume right next to his ear on the pillow 
and still not wake up once he was asleep.  There were times this trait worked 
to my advantage, like when I enjoyed sucking him off in the morning before he 
woke, but at times this I wish it had some sort of override that would blast 
his ears.

I ended up leaving Steve a voicemail and then texted him as a backup.  Before 
my parents’ divorce I would’ve sought my mother’s advice but now that I’m 
engaged I try to go to my fiance before calling my mother way out in Oregon.  
Of course I still go to my mom for a lot of things but I’m trying to go more 
to Steve whenever possible.

On one hand it was like the afternoon never existed and then again, it seemed 
as if it would never end.  Talk about being confused!  I kept looking at my 
class but it was like the only student I could focus on was Kaylyn.  She 
didn't look all that different than she did on any other day but I couldn't 
take my eyes off of her.  I kept catching myself thinking about her father 
and I couldn't imagine such a sweet thing sucking off his dick and then 
allowing him to penetrate her between those thin coltish legs.  It just 
didn’t seem possible.

The more I thought about it the more I started to wonder if he was telling me 
the truth or just pushing my buttons.  I had no doubt whatsoever that he was 
doing things with his daughter that would have grabbed the attention of the 
authorities, but other than his mocking answers to my questions I really had 
no proof that he was doing anything more than that.  Kaylyn had told me about 
undressing for him and him touching her but nothing at all about sex.  Then 
again, I hadn’t really posed her any direct questions about that so who 
knows?

As I drove home after school I started thinking more and more along those 
lines.  What if this whole thing was nothing more than an act on his part to 
get into my panties?  Had he seen an opportunity and simply grabbed it?  By 
“confessing” did he effectively end any debate with me about whether to tell 
anyone about my suspicions while at the same time he was making a move on me?  
Kaylyn had seemed oblivious to everything.  Wouldn’t she have had SOME 
questions as to what was going on between her dad and me when I asked to see 
him about her?  She may have been only twelve and naïve but that didn't mean 
she was clueless.  If anything she was always one of my brighter students.

Just to make it all the more confusing, I also was dealing with the 
anticipation of the weekend.  Steve had arranged for us to spend the weekend 
with another couple he’d met through the swapping group we’d joined.  It 
wasn’t like we met as a group but more it served as form of communication 
between like-minded couples.  They were about ten years older than us with 
kids but not THAT much older so I didn’t expect the age difference to be all 
that big of a deal.  This was all to happen tomorrow and I’d expected to 
spend the evening getting ready for it, not dealing with Kaylyn and her dad’s 
relationship.

With all this on my mind by the time I arrived back home I couldn't wait to 
rush to my room and get out of my confining clothes.  If there’s one thing I 
do NOT like about teaching, or at least about teaching where I did, was 
having to wear panties and a bra every day.  Considering I also had to wear 
skirts at least half-way between my knees and ankles it wasn't like anyone 
would have cared one way or the other about me wearing panties.  Since NO 
cleavage was allowed to be exposed under any circumstances, wearing a bra 
seemed ridiculous as well but those were the rules.  Considering most of the 
teachers I worked with were in their forties and fifties or more, I guess 
they really didn't care one way or the other but for me it was like hell on 
earth at times.

Dropping the straps over my arms, I twisted the bra around and unsnapping it, 
allowing my boobs to finally hang free.  I sighed as it was like someone 
waving a magic wand over me as I cupped them in my hands and massaged them a 
little to bring them back to life after being caged all day.  I roiled my 
nipples between my fingertips, feeling them harden up under my soft touch.  
Then my mind once again wandered to what Kaylyn might be doing at home right 
now.  Was she standing in front of a mirror like I was at this moment, maybe 
even touching herself and watching her play with herself in the reflection?  
Was her dad watching as well, stroking his dick in his hand as he watched his 
twelve year- old daughter masturbate in front of him?

My fingers probed my wet pussy, feeling SOOOOOO good after a day where it had 
been all I could do not to pull my skirt up to my waist and start rubbing 
myself.  I tried to think of Steve’s dick but my thoughts kept shifting to 
Kaylyn’s dad.  Mmmmmmm, just how big was his cock?  How did he fit it into 
Kaylyn’s sweet young pussy?  How much of it could she take in her mouth?  Was 
he able to get it all in her pussy?

“Somebody’s horny I see,” a deep voice came from behind me.  Well it 
certainly wasn't my cousin.

I twisted around quickly to see my wonderful fiance standing there.  What a 
pleasant surprise!  He must have been hiding in the closet waiting for me and 
couldn't hold back any longer.  At least that was my guess judging from the 
rigid erection he was sporting!  God I wanted him so badly!  My eyes were 
fixed on his perfect cock and I rushed to him, giving him a quick kiss before 
dropping to my knees and taking his erect dick into my mouth like I was 
starving for cock.  Then again, maybe I had been!

“Oh yeah!  Now THAT’S the way every girl should greet her guy!” Steve said as 
he gave me a wolf whistle, pulling my head with both hands into his crotch.  
I could smell the thick odor his masculinity as I felt his coarse pubic hair 
brush against my cheeks.  God I loved his male scent!

Any thoughts of John or Kaylyn disappeared as I gobbled my fiancé's wonderful 
cock.  Like, how many times had I sucked this very dick?  How many times had 
it been inside of me?  How many gallons of cum had he released into me since 
that first time we had sex, be it in my mouth, pussy or just all over me?  It 
didn't matter as at times like this, when I took his dick into my mouth and 
tasted him on my tongue, feeling his hardness against my lips and cheeks, it 
was like it was the first time all over again.  I couldn't imagine ever 
growing tired of sucking cock - especially Steve’s.

“Damn girl, what’s gotten into you today?” Steve chuckled as he began to rock 
his hips in time with my head bobs as I sucked his delicious dick.

Stroking his dick with one hand as I played with myself with the other, I 
looked up at him and our eyes met as I replied, “It’s what HASN’T gotten into 
me today that’s the problem.”

“Well I think I can take care of THAT,” he said in a voice even deeper now as 
his lust began to build even more within him.

Steve grabbed my bare shoulders and pulled me to my feet.  Then he twisted me 
around and maneuvered me towards my bed where I leaned over until I was 
holding myself up with my hands on the mattress which caused my bare ass to 
stick out towards him.

“Now THAT’S exactly the type of thing a guy looks forward to seeing when he 
comes home from work,” Steve said as he smacked me playfully on my butt.  I 
shifted my weight so my legs spread further apart, arching my back so my ass 
lifted up even higher to let him have the best view possible of my hungry 
pussy.

“Fuck me Steve,“ I begged him, “God I need it so bad... fuck me PLEASE.”

Steve was holding his dick in his hand now, using it to rub along my pussy 
slit and teasing me as he would push it against my wet pussy hole and then 
pull it away.  I shuddered when he would rub it up against my clit, twisting 
it in tight little circles all around it.

“In me... put it in me... PLEASE PUT IT IN ME!” I finally cried out, about 
ready to reach back and grab it so I could push it in me if he didn't stop 
teasing me with it.  He smacked me on the butt again and then I felt him 
pressing it up against my asshole.  I squirmed, trying to keep him away from 
THAT target.

“No... not there,” I whined, wanting him still so badly but not there.  Not 
when I had another place that was designed just for his dick.

“Hey, can’t blame a guy for trying.”

I didn't feel one bit guilty denying him my ass.  My aunt and cousin were 
more than happy to let him fuck their assholes any time he wanted so it 
wasn't like he was being denied anything.  My view was that when you have 
something MADE to fit a rigid dick, why not use it as God intended?

“Oh God!” I cried out as he suddenly found the right hole and without an 
further comment just pushed himself into me.  As wet and horny as I was, it 
wasn't hard for him to penetrate me and fill me with that incredibly rigid 
cock.

“Fuck me Steve... oh yeah fuck me!”

Once he got started he quickly got into the rhythm, practically pushing me 
down to my elbows with the force of his thrusts against my butt.  It felt 
SOOOOOO damn good to finally have him inside of me after dreaming about sex 
all day.  I hadn’t even asked him what he was doing in my bedroom but at the 
moment it didn't matter.  The only thing I was concerned with was the feel of 
his perfect cock as it filled me up.

For the next half hour or so my world was reduced to a few square feet on my 
bed with the emphasis on what Steve was doing to me with that perfect cock of 
his.  We must have fucked in every position in the book until finally he was 
laying behind me, spooning me with his strong arms over me and his hand 
cupping my breast.  By then we were both exhausted and I loved the feel of 
his warmth against me with my butt nestled in against his hairy crotch while 
he slowly fucked me.

“I love you so much Steve.” I purred as what had to be my fourth (or fifth?) 
orgasm filled me with pleasure.

He kept pumping me as I came, my pussy gripping him yet again as I felt even 
better than before.  Then he stiffened and I felt him clutch my boob in his 
hand as he pushed himself deep into me.

“Cum in me Steve... give it to me,” I encouraged him.

Steve’s sperm soon was flooding my pussy, filling me with his warmth as he 
pushed himself even deeper into me.  When he finished we just laid there 
quietly for a few minutes, the soft throbbing of his dick easily discernable 
in my sensitive pussy.

“Did I ever tell you what a great fuck you are?” he said softly into me ear 
as he began to kiss my neck and gently stroke my hair.

Steve’s dick was still in me and as far as I was concerned, it could stay 
there all night.  This was like I imagined it in heaven, laying in my 
fiancé's arms, his cock filling me along with his sperm, kissing me and 
touching me all over.  Yep... this was indeed heaven on earth.

“So what’s the story?” he finally asked me.

For a moment my mind was still too cloudy to comprehend the question so he 
repeated himself and this time I finally recalled what it was that had 
started this whole thing today.  God, how could I have forgotten?  Well, a 
slight push by his dick in me was more than enough to remind me.

If anything, this was the perfect time to bring up the subject.  One of the 
first things a girl learns is that if she really wants a guy to do something, 
all she has to do is let him fuck her and then ask him while he is still 
blinded by lust.  It worked with my boyfriends in school, it worked with my 
dad, and it certainly worked with my fiance!

If there was one thing I decided early on with regards to marriage, it was 
that I wanted to have no secrets from my fiance.  OK, so keeping his birthday 
party a secret was OK but nothing of any significance.  In particular I 
didn't want anything that had to do with our sex lives to be kept from the 
other.  I’d had enough experience with other people to see where that sort of 
thing leads to.  I didn't want my own marriage to become like so many others 
where the husband (or the wife in some cases) goes off and does things behind 
the other’s back.  Steve knew everything about me before I accepted his 
proposal - all my boyfriends, all my jobs - even the escorting, all the 
married men I’d been with, even the two dogs - as painful as THAT was to 
disclose.  Most important, he knew about my incestuous past - and 
expectations for the future.

Until I was engaged to Steve, my intentions towards marriage had always been 
that once I got married I would stop having sex outside of marriage, meaning 
no sex with anyone but my husband and immediate family.  This position was a 
result of being brought up by a conservative mother who believed that sex 
outside the family was adultery and thus a sin, even if both partners were in 
agreement.

Well, it’s amazing how a divorce can change your mind about such things, and 
then when Steve expressed interests in swinging that sort of sealed the deal 
so far as I was concerned.  The key for me is that whenever possible we 
promised that nothing would be a secret.  Sure, if there wasn't time to check 
with the other that didn't mean we had to decline an opportunity, but it 
didn't preclude the obligation to tell the other as soon as possible 
afterwards.  I don’t mean that we planned an “open” marriage but rather one 
where trust and honesty were the guiding lights.

While I wasn't married to Steve yet, I still wanted our relationship to be as 
it would be when we were married during our engagement.  Thus I wanted to run 
by him the situation with Kaylyn’s dad before I made any decisions myself.  
Well, what better time to bring up such a question than now after we’d just 
had some great sex - especially while we were still coupled together?  Given 
I had only a couple of hours now before the 7:00 deadline, I had better get 
moving!

Steve’s hand was still cupping my breast and so I put mine over it, pushing 
it against me while I wiggled my butt in tighter against his crotch.  Taking 
a deep breath, I slowly explained to him the events of the past few days and 
then what had happened this morning.  Steve didn't say a word the entire 
time, laying behind me like a statue without even moving a muscle the entire 
time.  Trust me, if he HAD moved a muscle I would’ve felt it!

“So what do you think honey?  Should I go over there tonight?” I finally 
asked as I wrapped things up.

Steve shifted behind me but he kept his dick in me and I could actually feel 
him hardening once again.  I took that as a good sign - obviously he wasn't 
turned off by what I’d been telling him.

“So are you telling me that you want to fuck this guy?” he asked softly.

Wow, now THAT was the question, wasn’t it.  Up until then I really hadn’t 
decided but now I had to go with an answer one way or the other.  Truth be 
told, I had never even considered sex with Kaylyn’s dad until today and the 
way things had gone so rapidly I hadn’t really absorbed everything yet.

“C’mon, you know you do,” Steve teased me after I failed to answer quickly 
enough for him, “He’s married, his wife’s a bitch, and he has a young 
daughter he’s either screwing or wanting to.  Didn’t you say he was black as 
well?  Sounds like a match made in heaven made just for you!”

Did I ever mention how much I love this guy?  You have to admit, Steve’s 
quite a catch and for him to be so understanding of me and what turns me on 
without getting all jealous and possessive just goes to show how deep our 
love is for one another.  I could’ve easily married a man and been faithful 
to him as I had always expected to be and undoubtedly been happy.  Never did 
I even dream that my husband would turn out to be like Steve and actually 
push me to do the things I loved to do but was willing to give up out of 
respect and submission to my husband.

My silence was evidently answer enough for him and I felt his dick surge in 
me.  Obviously this was all turning him on as much as it was me and he began 
fucking me again with renewed vigor.  I took it to mean that he was OK with 
it so I put it out of my mind and concentrated once again on my fiancé's 
throbbing member.

“Oh... one last thing,” he said as I worked on his growing cock, “Do you 
think they would mind if I came along?”

It was enough to make me drop his dick an look at him eye to eye.  I should 
have anticipate the question knowing Steve’s affinity for girls like Kaylyn.  
Indeed, she would have been just perfect, at least from his perspective.  
Unfortunately, at least for Steve, I wasn't sure yet what was going to happen 
this evening, if anything.  However, if I took Steve along with me then it 
was a pretty done deal and I wasn't ready to make such a commitment.  

“Sorry... maybe next time,” I replied even though I was pretty sure that no 
matter what happened there wouldn’t be a “next time”.

“But...,” he started to argue but I squeezed his cock in my hand and grinned 
saying, “Do you want to fuck me again or not?”

He took the hint and let me get back to business without further 
interruption.  Have I ever mentioned yet how much I love Steve?  LOL


Chapter 7 – Doing Some More Investigating
=========================================

Somehow I managed to separate from Steve long enough to get showered and 
dressed in time to get out of the house to meet with John.  Unfortunately he 
and Kaylyn lived way out on the east side of town past Monroeville which 
meant two tunnels and a bridge for me, not to mention the evening traffic.  
Thankfully I had my GPS.  How anyone found their way around the Pittsburgh 
area before the GPS was invented is beyond me!

My destination was not in a part of town that I was all that familiar with so 
I just listened to the annoying voice and followed his directions.  I was 
essentially lost for a while but then I saw a place I hadn’t seen in years.  
It was a hobby shop where my dad use to take me to buy stuff for our radio- 
controlled model planes that I use to fly with him.  I hadn’t done much with 
that in a few years and it had been ages since I had seen this place but the 
memories came flooding back.  The club he belonged to was mostly men his age 
and older and definitely no other girls my age other than their wives ever 
showed up at the field.  Needless to say I never was waiting for someone to 
help me fly my planes.

So anyway, that bit of nostalgia went by and soon I was winding my way 
through the hills until finally the voice said, “You have reached your 
destination”.  I checked the numbers on the mail box and thankfully it was 
the right one as the homes were few and far between this far out of town.  I 
could barely make out a house through all the trees through which a narrow 
dirt driveway twisted it’s way around.  As I approached the garage I saw a 
familiar car parked outside - the same one that John drove every day to drop 
off Kaylyn so I figured I must have reached the right place at last.

With my car turned off it was deadly quiet and at first I just sat in my car, 
my mind all a blur.  Really, what the heck was I doing here?  No lights had 
come on nor did I see anyone so evidently they didn't know I was there yet.  
I WAS about ten minutes early but still, I would’ve thought they would be 
watching for me.  Still, it meant I could turn around and quickly leave and 
nobody would be the wiser that I had ever been there.  

Taking a deep breath, I opened the car door and the dinging chime reminded me 
to take my keys.  For once I was glad to hear it as the last thing I needed 
was to lock myself out of my car this far from home!  How many times had I 
reminded myself to hide a key somewhere but it seemed the only time I 
remembered it was at times like this when I wished I had one hidden away just 
in case.

The house was a small ranch log home; nothing rustic but rather one of those 
manufactured type homes that looked like a Lincoln Log set on steroids.  The 
one thing I liked was the green metal roof.  When I looked around the back I 
saw what looked to be a hot tub which sort of surprised me.  Why it surprised 
me I can’t say, l just wasn't expecting one for some reason.  The way it was 
situated and the furniture around it made it difficult to tell if anyone was 
in it but it didn’t appear to be occupied.

There was a rear entrance but I decided to go back around to the front door.  
Standing on the front porch in front of the door, I looked back down at the 
road and realized just how isolated the place was.  A car passed by and I 
could barely hear it and only caught a quick glance of it through the trees.  
There was certainly no need to worry about the neighbors spying on you here, 
that was for sure.

I stood up straight, tugging at my skirt to flatten it down after the long 
drive.  It was by no means one of my shorter ones as it almost came down to 
my knees.  Still, I liked it as it was perfect for those time when I wanted 
to look sharp without being overly slutty but at the same time not looking 
like I was some sort of soccer mom.  I may be only 26 but then I know girls 
my age with kids who ARE soccer moms so it’s become all the more important 
for me in the last year or two to make sure nobody mistakes me for one of 
them!

I was wearing a new white blouse with a white bra on underneath and matching 
white panties under skirt.  While not “grandma panties” by any means, they 
did cover most of my butt while fitting snugly in the crotch.  My black heels 
were only a few inches high and rather solid, nothing like the five inch 
stilettos I wear when “on the prowl” as my dad likes to say.  Looking at my 
reflection in the storm door glass I thought I looked exactly what I was - a 
young professional teacher.

Reaching for the doorbell, my finger stopped about an inch away as I couldn't 
help but think that this was my last chance to back out.  I thought back to 
the questions John had asked this morning, about what it was that I really 
wanted.  God, it seemed like years since that we had talked about all this, 
not just earlier in the same day.  The point was that even now I wasn't 
entirely sure what I DID want.  Something was driving me and perhaps if I was 
more honest with myself I would know what it was but yet for whatever reason 
I just couldn't face the reality.  For now I decided I would just go with the 
flow and see where it took me.

A feeling of panic suddenly filled my chest and I was about to bolt when the 
door opened.  I’d been expecting John so it was a little surprising to see 
Kaylyn standing there instead in her cute little swim suit.  Her hair was dry 
as was the suit so she hadn’t been in the hot tub any time recently.  It was 
the first time I’d seen Kaylyn in anything but one of her conservative school 
outfits and I have to say, those old-fashioned dresses certainly were not 
doing her justice.  So much for thinking she was still in a training bra, she 
had to be into a regular A cup already and her figure was much more 
pronounced than what had been hidden way until now.

Of course it didn’t hurt that if anything her swim suit was 180 degrees from 
her school outfit in that while her daily wear didn’t SHOW much of anything, 
the bikini she had on certainly didn't HIDE much of anything.  Her boobs 
weren’t all THAT large but the way the top cupped them and held them up they 
certainly were being displayed at their best.  The bottom was more a thong 
than a bikini, nothing hidden at all from behind and her pussy barely covered 
in front.  If anything the bottoms pulled up into her pussy and with just a 
little more tension I’d be able to see if she was shaving yet.  I wanted to 
smile as it was exactly the type of suit my dad liked me to wear when I was 
her age.

“Hi Miss Kelly, Daddy said you would be coming over tonight,” she greeted me 
with that trademarked smile on her pretty face.  Her white teeth shown 
against her dark complexion and her brown eyes seemed to sparkle in the dim 
light.

She opened the door and I stepped in, looking around for signs of her father 
but there nobody else in sight.

“Daddy’s out in back in the hot tub,” she explained as she must have seen me 
looking around.

That sort of surprised me as I hadn’t seen him but then the way the tub was 
elevated up on the back deck relative to the driveway I guess it was possible 
if he’d been laying low in the tub.

“That’s a really pretty bikini you’re wearing Kaylyn,” I complimented her.  
She smiled but looked down as if she was a little embarrassed at the 
flattering remark.  “Did your daddy buy that one for you?”

She smiled at that and perked up, nodding her head vigorously.  

“I bet your mommy hasn’t seen that one, has she,” I remarked.

“No, daddy says this one’s just for him,” she said in a matter-of-act tone.  
I wondered if the reason WHY her dad told her that had even entered her mind.

“Well you look very pretty in it,” I said, trying to make her not feel 
embarrassed.

“Did you bring your suit?” she asked, “Daddy said you might be getting in 
with us.”

I WANTED to say, “Oh he did, did he?” but kept my thoughts to myself.  It 
would’ve been nice had he mentioned it to me as well.  Sure I was wearing a 
bra and panties and it wouldn’t be the first time they’d substituted for a 
bikini but they were an expensive set and I really didn’t feel like getting 
them soaked with bromine-tainted water.

“C’mon Miss Kelly... Daddy’s waiting,” she said cheerfully, grabbing my hand 
and pulling me further into the house.

We started in the living room and from there she led me to a large walk-in 
kitchen and then towards a set of sliding doors that led to the back porch.  
Pulling open the one side, she held it open for me to pass by.

“Hey you made it!” John called out to me as I stepped onto the wood deck

 No wonder I hadn’t seen him from the driveway, he was laying down deep in 
the eater with only his black shaved head barely above the water.  The jets 
were turned off so the surface was clear but it was too dark to see below the 
water surface.

There was a chair next to the tub where I took a seat as Kaylyn quickly 
climbed into the tub to be seated next to her dad.  Actually she ended up on 
his lap from what I could tell.  Once again, I remembered back when I was her 
age and did the very same thing with my dad.  The only difference was I never 
wore a suit in the hot tub as it was one of my dad’s cardinal rules that no 
suits were allowed except when we had company over.  He always tried to say 
it had something to do with the water chemistry but I never quite understood 
that.

“You’re more than welcome to join us you know,” John offered as he put his 
arm around his little all but naked daughter and pulled her into his chest.

I mentioned something about not bringing my suit but John just waved with his 
hand, trying to convince me that a suit wasn't necessary.  Well, with Kaylyn 
there it WAS necessary so far as I was concerned.  As her teacher I wasn't 
ready to just strip down right in front of her.

“Who needs a suit?” he laughed.

Lifting Kaylyn off his lap, he let his body float up until his dick broke the 
surface like a telescope on a rising submarine.  I couldn't help but notice 
it was also quit hard and then I realized that Kaylyn must have had that 
underneath her when she was sitting on his lap.  I ALSO noticed despite all 
the stereotypes, he was maybe barely average in terms of size and length.

Dropping down once again, he pulled Kaylyn back onto his lap and she just sat 
there with his erection obviously pushed up against her all but totally 
exposed butt.  If she noticed she wasn't making any signs of it but then how 
could she not?  It had to be like sitting on a hard stick.  Yet again I was 
reminded of how I use to feel my dad’s erection under me when I would sit on 
his lap.  Then again I also was quite familiar with male erections after 
having watched him masturbate for several years up to that point.  Did Kaylyn 
ever see her father masturbating?  Did she understand the significance of 
what she was feeling underneath her?  Regardless, at twelve, going on 
thirteen she almost certainly had to understand what an erection was all 
about.

It was like he was reading my mind.

“Yes, I’m naked,” he chuckled, “Kaylyn’s use to that though, aren’t you 
sweetheart?”

Kaylyn just giggled, squirming a bit on his lap and I wondered how it felt to 
have that hard dick pressed up under her cute little ass.  For a brief moment 
I caught myself wondering how it would feel against my own butt!

I wasn't making any moves so he frowned a bit and finally said, “Look, 
somebody’s going to be naked with me tonight so either it’s you or Kaylyn.”  
Then he looked at Kaylyn and grinned adding, “Or maybe you both?”

Kaylyn was looking at something interesting in the woods behind us though I 
couldn’t for the life of me see anything there myself but trees.  She was 
acting as if she wasn't even listening to what her father was telling me.

“John, about this morning,” I started, leaning forward in the chair to 
address him, “I don’t want you to get any wrong ideas about me.”

John’s eyes seemed to bore right through me.  “Oh I wouldn’t say that.  In 
fact, I think I got exactly the right ideas about you.”

“Noooooo, I don’t think so,” I insisted.  “First, I don’t have sex with 
children and especially my students... or their fathers.”

OK, so technically I was lying on two of the three statements but it WAS the 
truth so far as how I wanted it to be with him.  While I’d HAD sex with girls 
Kaylyn’s age before, it was not something I was thrilled about.  Also, I 
doubted that I would ever again be involved with anyone her age ever again, 
at least not until I had my own daughter.  As for students, now that was 
something that WAS 100% true and more.  I’d NEVER had sex with anyone I had 
responsibility for - be it kids I babysat or students I taught or tutored.  
When it came to their parents though, well there had been a few exceptions to 
the rule but all in all it wasn’t a demographic I was much involved with 
sexually.

“Oh well, have it your way then,” he said, shrugging his shoulders.

With that he undid Kaylyn’s top and quickly removed it, then reached under 
the water line and pulled off her bottoms just as efficiently.  He tossed the 
pieces over on the deck in front of me, leaving both of them nude not three 
feet away from me.

“Don’t look at me like that.  Didn’t I tell you someone was going to be nude 
with me tonight?  Well you didn't strip so I guess little Kaylyn here will 
have to do,” he explained with a slight grin.  “You don’t mind, do you 
sweetheart?”

Kaylyn just giggled but when our eyes met she looked away and the giggling 
stopped.  I couldn't see her bottom but her cute little perky breasts were on 
full display.  Damn she looked so cute!  Could she really be only twelve?  
Had I not seen her school records I might have thought someone was pulling 
the wool over my eyes.  She could have easily passed for a couple of years 
older.

“You like to be naked with your daddy, don’t you sweetheart?” he asked her 
but obviously it was meant for me to hear.

“Yes daddy,” she replied with a grin.

“And you like me to touch you, don’t you?” he asked, once again looking at me 
as he did.

“Yes daddy,” she answered again.

“Kaylyn, why don’t you tell Miss Kelly where you like your daddy to touch 
you,” he told her but his eyes never left mine as he did.

“Ummmmmmm, my boobies,” she said, looking a little more shy this time.

John immediately put his hand around her, covering each of the perky little 
breasts easily, one with each hand.  

“Your tits feel nice sweetie,” he said softly as he squeezed them in his 
hands.  Then he grinned at me and added, “I bet Miss Kelly would like to 
touch them too... wouldn't she?”

Kaylyn looked at me, obviously waiting for me to respond just as he dad 
described but I just shook my head and leaned back in the chair, crossing my 
legs and arms almost defiantly.

“Well, you’re very pretty but I think that’s something your dad should be 
doing, not me,” I tried to explain in a way that wouldn't make her feel bad.

Now we were entering territory where me and my dad did NOT go at her age.  It 
was one thing to sit in the tub naked with my dad, even on his lap and feel 
him under me.  All that was pretty innocent playing.  However there was a big 
leap between that and physically touching me in a sexual way.  My dad never 
once touched my boobs or pussy when I was on his lap at her age, be it in the 
hot tub or in his Lazy-Boy watching TV, or whatever.  It didn't matter what, 
if anything, we were wearing.  OK, so maybe now and then there was an 
accidental brush of his hand against me but never once can I recall where he 
ever openly groped me the way John was fondling his preteen daughter right 
now in front of me.

“Mmmmmmm, show Miss Kelly how your nipples grow when I touch them,” John said 
gently to Kaylyn.

His large dark fingers were pinching her nipples gently and she turned to 
face me such that I could get a better view.  For such small boobs she 
certainly had large nipples and they seemed even more pronounced now that he 
had excited them with his touch.  

At this point I felt obligated to say SOMETHING so I just nodded and smiled 
saying, “Very nice Kaylyn.”

What I wanted to say was to invite him to do the same with my own nipples but 
those words stayed locked up inside of me.  Actually, if I was being honest 
with myself what I REALLY wanted was to touch those cute little nipples 
myself but no way was I going to let either of them know THAT.  

“So tell your teacher where else do you like daddy to touch you sweetheart,” 
he told her as she leaned back again against him.  

His sexy little daughter started to respond but then she looked at me and 
seemed to hesitate.

“It’s OK, you can say it in front of Miss Kelly.  After all, she IS your 
teacher,” he encouraged her but she didn’t say anything.  Then he looked at 
me and said, “Why don’t you tell her it’s OK Kelly.”

Well, the thing was this... was it OK?  This wasn’t like when I offered my 
fourteen year-old cousin Tammy to my dad for her first time.  This wasn’t me 
and my dad having sex well after my sixteenth birthday.  This wasn’t even one 
of those crazy family parties that my dad and aunt recently brought me.  At 
least at those I knew that everyone was OK with doing just about anything 
before you even arrived, regardless of their ages.  With Kaylyn though, this 
was one of my students.  This was someone I would have to stand up in front 
of in class next week and act as if none of this had happened.  

To me the issue wasn't whether it was right or wrong for him to be doing 
anything like this with his daughter.  That was a decision for him as he 
father and parent to make, not me.  Whatever the outcome, he and his wife 
would have to deal with the ramifications so why would I want to have ANY say 
in the matter one way or the other?  So long as Kaylyn was OK with it - and 
it appeared she was just fine with everything, then why would I need to say 
anything in the first place?

I looked at Kaylyn and it was like a normal day at school where she was 
waiting for me to answer as to whether or not she had answered correctly.  
After all, I WAS her teacher, probably the one person she spent more time 
with than anyone except her father and maybe even more than him.  I was an 
authority figure to her, someone she looked up to for guidance and approval.  
Regardless of what she and her dad had done in the past, I was being asked to 
provide my stamp of approval, to sanction whatever it was that they had been 
doing.  

Again, I had absolutely no issues with the two of them doing anything they 
wanted given it was consensual and didn’t harm either of them either 
physically or emotionally.  Even so, every ounce of common sense in me was 
screaming at me to just get up and leave well enough alone.  At least when I 
had been involved with someone in her age in the past I could rationalize it 
as being something I was doing for my dad.  Now, anything that went on from 
here onward would be for MY personal gratification.  There could be no 
rationalizing, no excuses.  It was MY responsibility now, not my dad’s or 
anyone else’s.

“It’s OK Kaylyn, you can say anything in front of me,” I finally heard 
someone say to her and then realized that someone was ME!

It was really a lame response in that I wasn’t telling her WHAT to say, only 
that anything she wanted to say was OK with me.  Thankfully it seemed to be 
enough for her so I didn’t have to elaborate any further.

“I just like it when he touches me down there I guess,” she said softly, 
glancing downward and then looking up again quickly to see my response.  Her 
voice was so soft that had the hot tub been running I never would’ve been 
able to make out what she said.  “It feels good.”

“That’s my pretty little sweetheart, John said, leaning down to kiss one of 
Kaylyn’s little boobs. 

Then he looked at me and grinned adding, “I bet Kelly liked it when her daddy 
touched her there too, didn’t you Kelly?”

Well duh!  Of course I did.  Like what girl did NOT like to be touched there 
regardless of who it was that as doing the touching?  The problem was that MY 
dad never touched me there when I was her age but how could I say that 
without making her feel bad about what she was letting her own father do?

“Let’s keep this between you and Kaylyn, OK?” I said rather sharply to him, 
“I’d rather keep me and my dad out of this if you don’t mind.”

“OooooooK, Whatever you say teacher,” he quickly replied but his sly grin 
belied anything he might be saying.

He reached down into the water and I saw Kaylyn stiffen just a little as he 
began to touch her.  Then she relaxed, leaning into her dad and putting one 
arm around his neck as he fondled her under the water.

“Feel good sweetie?” he asked after a few minutes during which Kaylyn shut 
her eyes and leaned her head back slightly as she seemingly enjoyed the touch 
of her father’s hand between her legs.

“Yes daddy,” she sighed softly, her eyes staying shut the entire time.  Then 
she seemed to jump a little as he apparently touched a sensitive spot, 
probably her clit.

A little gasp escaped her lips and then she bit down on her lower lip as he 
seemed to be moving his hand faster.  The look on her cute young face made 
her seem so much older.  It was a look of pure lust that seemed almost out of 
place on a girl so young.

While John fondled his innocent young daughter I was just left with nothing 
else to do but sit there and watch the show.  That was literally what it was 
- a show.  There was no doubt in my mind that John was doing this as much to 
see my reaction as he was in how his daughter was feeling.  He kept staring 
at me, looking to see how I responded to the ever-growing erotic scene 
unfolding in front of me.

At times John would look at me like he was waiting for me to step up and join 
in but I wasn’t about to get involved any further than I already was.  Still, 
it WAS incredibly erotic to see this cute little naked girl sitting on her 
father’s lap as he rubbed her pussy under the water.

Several times I caught my hand starting to wander off like it had a mind of 
its own, heading for between my legs before I caught myself and pulled it 
back.  I was the only one with clothes on and all of them to boot.  Still, it 
would have been easy to simply pull up my skirt and pull my panties to the 
side and start masturbating but I just couldn't do it in front of Kaylyn.  At 
least not while she was being groped by her own father.

John was working her pussy pretty good from what I could tell as she started 
to mew like a little kitten.  I quickly could tell this was nothing new for 
Kaylyn.  She positioned herself with her legs spread wide open, making it 
easier for her father to reach her.  It was starting to drive me a little 
crazy as I couldn't actually SEE anything that he was doing, depending 
instead on her reactions to try and figure out what he was doing to her.

Kaylyn had not opened her eyes yet or uttered a discernible word but from the 
soft sounds she was making it was obvious she was enjoying every second of 
what was being done to her.  I remembered how I use to masturbate at her age.  
At twelve I’d only been doing it for a year or so and so it was still rather 
new for me and I was always doing it every opportunity I was given.  My 
mother use to get so exasperated with me when I would get horny and start 
touching myself in places or situations that she felt were “inappropriate”, 
like when eating in a food court or sitting in church.  Many a time she would 
sit me down and lecture me about behaving in public.  Still ,at that age it’s 
like all you think about is sex and how good it feels.  It was all I wanted 
at times!  Twelve was also the age I started sleeping nude, taking after my 
parents.

Thus as I watched Kaylyn enjoying herself, I knew it wasn’t anything she 
wasn’t ready for based on my own experiences.  The only difference between me 
and her was that at her age the only hand to touch me was mine whereas Kaylyn 
was lucky enough to have help from her dad.  Sure enough, it wasn't much 
longer before she proved how relaxed she was and how good it felt when the 
obvious signs of an impending orgasm started to show and soon she was 
writhing on his lap and gasping as her orgasm struck home.

“So tell Miss Kelly how good I made you feel,” John told Kaylyn after she had 
settled down a little.

Kaylyn finally opened her eyes and looked at me.  She seemed shy but there 
was no hiding that foxy little grin.  She knew exactly what had happened to 
her and if anything, it just made her ready for another one all the sooner.

“I liked that daddy,” she finally said, the grin frozen on her face as she 
smiled and seemed to shudder slightly as she reached down to touch herself.  

“Maybe Miss Kelly would like to help you now,” John offered, speaking as much 
to me as he was his daughter.

Tempting as it was, and as horny as it as making me, I just couldn't take 
that step.  Indeed, I knew myself better than to allow myself to take a step 
towards that.  Even one small step over THAT line and I may as well take a 
running leap and vault over it.  It was hard enough to not touch myself but 
if I let myself get started with this cute little preteen then who knew where 
it would end?  How many times in the past had I ended up doing something I 
swore beforehand that I never would once I let my guard down for just a 
moment?

Seeing that I wasn't rising to the bait he was offering, John apparently 
decided to take things to the next level on his own.  Setting Kaylyn off to 
the seat next to him, he lifted himself up until he was seated on the edge of 
the hot tub, balancing himself with his feet on the seat under the water in 
front of him.  He had made sure to sit such that he presented a nice view to 
me and his daughter of his solid erection.

Damn!  He really did have a nice dick!  My guess was a solid six inches, 
maybe even seven depending on where you measured from.  I was a little 
surprised to see that he was circumcised but then realized that that was just 
letting my prejudice come through.  Just because he was black didn't mean he 
couldn't be circumcised, right?  I was also impressed by the thickness of his 
cock.  I mean like it was proportional to his length, not overly chubby but 
not looking like an emaciated hot dog either.  Then it struck me... how did 
even a dick of average proportions ever fit into his daughter’s cute little 
pussy?  I certainly hoped that he had either used a lot of lube the first 
time or maybe just gotten maybe the head in her and called it quits.  Damn, I 
could only imagine how it would feel inside of me!

John must have caught me staring at his cock because when I looked up finally 
I saw he was looking at me and grinning.  Yeah, he knew where my attention 
had been focused for more than a brief while.

“I take it that you like what you see?” he taunted me, gripping it in his 
hand right above the base so a few inches poked out from his hand.

Damn he was REALLY hard and it looked absolutely delicious.  I’d only 
experienced a few black dicks in my life and most of those had been at 
parties where I couldn't really concentrate on any one dick.  Back in college 
I’d dated a black guy for a while but other than that most of my experience 
with cock paled in comparison to this one (sorry, couldn't resist the pun).

“You know, my dick really needs to be sucked so I’ll leave it up to you 
Kelly... either you take care of it or Kaylyn does... it’s your decision.”

Had we been alone I would’ve already had it in my mouth so my desire wasn't 
in question but rather my common sense was being assaulted.  Little Kaylyn 
was just sitting there listening, not making any signs as to whether or not 
she even cared about the outcome.  Mmmmmmm, I could practically taste him in 
my mouth but just as I was about to get up and move over to him I finally 
regained my control again and pulled myself away from the cliff just barely 
in time before I jumped off.

“You’re sure?” John questioned me, then taunting me by waving his black dick 
at me with his hand.

Not daring to speak, I just shook my head without saying anything further so 
he shrugged his shoulders and turned to Kaylyn instead.

“OK Sweetie, looks like daddy needs you to take care of him,” he said 
cheerfully.

Somehow I don’t think he minded one way or the other.  I felt like a weight 
had been lifted off my shoulders yet at the same time I felt a lingering loss 
inside of me as he turned his attention to his daughter once again.

This was obviously not Kaylyn’s first rodeo as she quickly assumed the 
position, kneeling on the hot tub seat in between her father’s hairy black 
legs.  She looked even more petite now.  Like a pro she took the head of her 
father’s dick in her mouth, somehow managing to get it in between her lips 
without gagging.  Her mouth was so small I don’t know how she could have 
handled a really large dick.

“That’s it sweetie... now look over at your teacher while you suck your 
daddy’s dick,” he prompted her as she tried to take a bit more in her mouth.  

Kaylyn turned her head just enough to allow her to look at me and our eyes 
met as she sucked on her father’s black dick.  She really seemed to be 
enjoying herself and it didn't hurt that John was fondling her nipples and 
toying with her long wet hair as she sucked slowly on his erection.

“Not bad for a twelve year-old, eh Kelly?” John bragged about his daughter’s 
cock-sucking prowess to me.  “Look at my girl - she can get over half of me 
in her mouth at one time.”

Indeed she DID seem to have a natural talent for cocksucking.  Sucking cock 
was sort of like many other talents.  Sure you could teach someone the basics 
and give them a few tips and techniques.  Face it, most guys aren’t that 
picky anyway when it come to blowjobs.  So long as you can take as much as 
possible down your throat and make eye contact most guys are more than happy 
with ANY blowjob they receive.

To REALLY give a great blowjob you had to have a natural talent and expertise 
that seems to be either something you have or don’t.  I know a lot of girls 
TRY to give a good BJ but no matter how hard they work it in the end the guy 
is jerking himself off to finish.  Personally, I take it as an insult if a 
guy feels he need to use his own hand to stimulate himself to orgasm instead 
of my mouth bringing him to a climax.  

Watching Kaylyn, I could almost forget her age as what she was doing to her 
father’s dick could only be done by someone who clearly enjoyed what she was 
doing AND had a natural talent for it as well.  While she couldn’t get more 
than half of it in her mouth at a time, that was still more than I bet a lot 
of girls years older than her could do.

Watching her suck her father’s dick and seeing her look at me at the same 
time gave me the immediate sense that she was doing this 100% voluntarily.  
There was no coercion whatsoever.  If anything her father had to slow her 
down once she got started as he got himself into a more comfortable position.  
Damn, talk about being cock hungry, it was like seeing a clone of myself 
after I first started sucking my first boyfriend’s dick.  Back then it was 
like I couldn’t get enough of his cock and so I went after it like a starving 
dog every chance I had.  Kaylyn was about two years younger than I was when I 
first started sucking cock and four years ahead of me in terms of getting her 
own father’s dick but that clearly wasn’t diminishing her enthusiasm one tiny 
bit.  Clearly this was a girl who truly enjoyed a cock in her mouth!

As I watched Kaylyn blowing her father’s erect dick I found myself thinking 
about my dad even more, especially given his addiction to young girls and 
sex.  God, imagine if he could see all this right now!  I had no doubt 
whatsoever that he would have jumped at the opportunity for this cute little 
dark-skinned girl to suck his throbbing dick.  She was the perfect age for 
him, old enough to have signs of her impending womanhood but young enough to 
be fresh and still innocent in so many ways.

The I thought of my fiance and how I had learned since our engagement of his 
similar desires.  I’ve heard it often said that girls look to marry their 
fathers, not in the sense of their actual father but in the characteristics 
of their lover.

Well I had no idea that Steve harbored many of the same pedo desires that my 
consumed my father until after we had been engaged so you can imagine how I 
felt.  I thought about how he had requested to come with me tonight and what 
would be surely happening now if he had.  There wasn't a doubt in my mind 
whose dick would be in Kaylyn’s mouth right now if Steve was here.  I also 
know that he would be insisting that I join on and who knows where things 
would have ended up before the night was over.  As hot as that might have 
been I knew I’d made the right decision in coming here alone.

“I have to say my daughter gives the best BJ of any that I’ve had,” John 
bragged, bringing my thoughts back to the reality of the current situation, 
“So tell me Kelly, think you could do better than Kaylyn?”

Well, as good as Kaylyn was, she WAS only twelve and so far as I knew, this 
was the only dick she’d had any experience with.  How could that even begin 
to compare with me, with my twelve years of experience and literally hundreds 
of dicks that I’d had at one time or another?  To say I would’ve done him 
better was no reflection on Kaylyn’s skills or enthusiasm; it would just be a 
statement of fact.  Still, I wasn't about to say anything, at least not 
unless I was ready to back up anything I said with action.  And as much as I 
would’ve loved to try out that black dick, I wasn't about to do it with one 
of my students watching, regardless of whether or not she was doing it as 
well already.

“Oh come on Kelly, just look at it as being her private tutor except in this 
case you’d be teaching her something a lot more useful,” he tried yet again 
to goad me into taking action.

It was a rather clever trap but I wasn't falling for it.  If he wanted sex 
with his daughter, then it would have to be on his own without any help from 
me.

“Shit, I need to fuck some pussy,” he finally blurted out, apparently giving 
up on any hope that I would suck his dick.

He looked at me and I knew exactly what he was thinking without him saying 
it.  He was pretty much saying either I let him fuck me now or he was going 
to do Kaylyn right in front of me.

Damn, talk about temptation!  OMG, I was so freaking horny my pussy was 
practically screaming with passion.  It was taking every bit of willpower I 
had to keep from touching myself as it was and now here he was offering me 
his hard black dick.  I wanted it in me - badly, and I knew he could see the 
need and desire written all over my face in bold capital letters.  My legs 
were still crossed but I had them clamped so tightly together it as like I 
was trying to cut off the circulation to them.  I had my hands on the arms of 
the chair with a grip so tight my knuckles were white.  All I could look at 
was his dick - at least when Kaylyn let me see it when she wasn't sucking on 
it.

“You want it Kelly... I can see it in your eyes... you want my hard black 
dick in your tight little white pussy, don’t you?  C’mon, admit it!”

I looked up from his crotch and into his eyes.  I felt like I might faint 
from the tremendous buildup of desire I felt in me a that moment.  My tongue 
ran across my dry lips as I just sat there without saying a word.  It didn't 
take a rocket scientist or a behavioral psychologist to determine that I was 
all but overwhelmed with sexual desire.  One more push and who knows if I 
could hold back any further.

“Let’s do it Kelly,” he urged me, “Show my daughter what a slut her teacher 
can be... teach her to be a real daddy’s girl... show her how to please her 
daddy the way you were taught to please yours.”

Well, by the time I was fucking my own father I’d been having sex for two 
years with a number of boys so it wasn't like I was inexperienced and needed 
any instruction on how to please a man.  That’s not to say my mom didn't pass 
on a few pointers when she would watch us together or offer me some advice 
when we talked in private.  I doubted that Kaylyn had someone mentoring her 
and it’s not like she could discuss it with any of her friends, at least not 
until her sexual report card read more than just her father on it.  Indeed, I 
was sure I COULD teach her a lot of things that were not in my standard 
curriculum.  The question was, would I?

OMG, I was SOOOOO close to crossing the line.  I don’t know what more he 
could have done but had he found it then it would’ve taken just another nudge 
and I’d have been naked and rocking on top of him with his cock imbedded in 
me in a heartbeat.  In the end though it was not to be.  Maybe had he caught 
me a few years earlier it would’ve been different.  I’d grown up a lot in the 
past few years if I say so myself and if there was one area I feel that I’ve 
matured more than any other it is in my ability to say NO.  Being engaged 
really had nothing to do with anything as I already had Steve’s blessings to 
have sex with whomever I wanted, any time I wanted.  If anything I had a 
feeling he was going to be disappointed that I hadn’t fucked John.  Well, 
maybe not so much disappointed as surprised.  After all, anyone who really 
knows me knows that self-control has never been one of my best virtues.

John was much too horny to wait forever for me to decide so when I didn't 
react quickly enough for him he took matters into his own hands.  Looking at 
me he said to his daughter, “OK Kaylyn, that’s enough.  Let’s show your 
teacher what you REALLY like your daddy to do to you.”

Kaylyn just grinned and then leaned back, letting his dick drop from her 
mouth.  She looked over at me and it was like I was seeing her for the first 
time.  Somewhere during the course of her sucking off her father she had 
transformed from this innocent, naïve little twelve year-old into someone I 
barely recognized.  Gone was any sign of shyness along with any last vestige 
of embarrassment.  She wasn’t looking at me for approval anymore.  No, now it 
was more like she couldn't wait to show me something.  She had a look of 
hunger, like there was something she desperately needed and wanted.  Her hair 
was a wild mess which only added to the overall slutty look that she had 
somehow managed to switch over to.

If I ignored the small breasts, the barely noticeable curves of her waist and 
hips, the still thinness of her legs, and focused only her face I would’ve 
never guessed that she wasn't even a teenager yet.  Looking at just her face 
alone I was seeing a girl years ahead of that cute little girl who never shut 
up in my classroom.  The look of lust and desire was unmistakable.  Here was 
a girl that clearly wanted just one thing - sexual gratification.

“That’s my girl... you know what to do now Kaylyn... show Miss Kelly how 
grown up you are now.”

Indeed, little Kaylyn DID know exactly what to do.  Without any further 
instruction from her father she turned and moved to the edge of the hot tub, 
facing me as she gripped the edge and spread her legs wide apart like a 
petite little slut.  John moved in behind her, gripping his wet erection in 
his hand.

“This is what you’ve been waiting for, isn’t it Kelly?” he called to me as he 
got ready to push his dick in his daughter’s impossibly small pussy.  “You 
wanted to see me fuck her, admit it.  It’s what you wanted when you accused 
me of screwing Kaylyn this morning.  It’s why you came over here tonight, 
isn’t it?”

He was 100% correct of course - everything he said was right on the money if 
I was being honest with myself.  Maybe I hadn’t really thought about it that 
way when I confronted him but now that I was here I did indeed want to watch.

“Look at her Kelly... look at my daughter,” he continued.  “Can you see it in 
her face?  Can you see how badly she wants it?”

Indeed I did.  Kaylyn want saying anything but as she presented her ass to 
her father she was looking at me and I could see the hunger in her eyes, the 
desire in her facial expressions.  If ever I’d seen a girl who wanted to be 
fucked, it was Kaylyn at this very moment.  What was shocking was that this 
wasn’t my cousin Kristi, the professional whore.  No, this was just a your 
typical little twelve year-old girl you see every day in the store with her 
mom, one who wanted nothing more at this moment than for her own father push 
his dick up into her wet pussy.

“She wants it Kelly but I’m not going to give it to her... not yet... not 
until you tell me to do it,” he went on.

Damn, it must’ve been killing him not to be in her just as much as it was her 
(and me) but somehow he was managing to hold back until he could drag me in 
with him, even if it was just emotionally rather than physically.

It was the final straw, or least enough to push me far enough to do what I 
normally never would’ve done.

“Fuck her John... fuck your daughter,” I heard myself saying firmly.  It was 
like I was out of my body and was listening to what I was saying but no 
having any control over it.

“Fuck Kaylyn... I want to watch your dick in her pussy,” Kelly was saying to 
him but it was like someone else, not me, doing all the talking.

John didn't need much encouragement and he’d gotten what he wanted so he 
didn't waste any more time.  Poor Kaylyn cried out in pain as her father’s 
hard cock forced its way into her tight young pussy.  Even though it was far 
from their first time together, her pussy was obviously still extremely tight 
as he pushed hard against her, forcing his way even deeper in to her 
resisting pussy.

“She’s so fucking tight...,” he groaned, looking over at me, “I bet you must 
have really been tight when your dad started fucking you, weren't you Kelly.”

There it was again, the inference that I was fucking my dad as a teen.  I had 
never yet acknowledge such a thing to him, let alone said I had but he was 
constantly accusing me of being involved with incest.  Of course he was right 
but I wasn't going to ever confirm anything.  Still, this was no time to 
argue the point as Kaylyn cried out yet again as he pushed himself deeper in 
to her.

“Kaylyn?” I called out to her, concerned that maybe he was too much for her 
but she looked up at me and managed a smile as if to tell me everything was 
OK.

“Get over here Kelly, look at my dick in her while she gets use to it,” John 
insisted.

Well, what could it hurt to just look?  I stood up and moved over a few feet 
to the side where I could see behind her and sure enough, this was no faked 
sex scene in an R-rated movie.  Indeed, his cock WAS buried about half-way 
into her pussy.  No special effects in play here!  God it looked so hot.  For 
some reason seeing Kaylyn’s dad fucking her was so much more erotic than even 
the family sex parties I’d been at with my dad and aunt.  It is hard to 
explain but this seemed so much more intimate, so much sexier.

“You OK Kaylyn?” I asked her now that I was close to her.  I reached out and 
brushed her hair away from her face as she turned to look up at me, managing 
an even broader smile in me.

“It’s better now Miss Kelly, I just have to get use to it at first.”

“Ready Kaylyn?” her father interrupted, obviously anxious to get things 
moving again - literally.

“OK daddy!” she giggled this time, regaining that cute natural composure she 
had been blessed with.

“Fuck you feel so good,” he gasped as he started to fuck her.

He slowly pushed himself in and out of her, taking his time at first and then 
ever so slowly building up speed.  I noticed that he never tried to push it 
in any further which I thought was nice of him.  At her age taking his full 
dick into her could have been very painful at the very least.

Seeing that dark stiff cock appearing and then disappearing into her, I 
thought of how my dad’s or fiancé’s white dicks would have looked in its 
place.  Was I right to refuse Steve of this opportunity?  Had I been denying 
the truth when I told him not to come with me.  Had I been trying to pretend 
to myself that this wasn't going to turn me on?

Well, I WAS turned on and when I returned to my seat, before sitting down I 
let my panties drop to the deck and stepped out of them, kicking them over to 
where Kaylyn’s bikini had come to rest earlier.  It was time for some SERIOUS 
masturbating!

And masturbate I did!  My pussy was soaking wet by now and sitting there 
watching John fucking Kaylyn there was no way I could have gone any longer 
without touching myself.  It was so erotic, so sensual.  I could have easily 
moved up closer to her and let her lick my clit but I was pretty sure she had 
never done anything with a girl - yet, and this wasn't the time for THAT 
first experience.

As I masturbated, John put on quite the show for me and indeed, it clearly 
WAS a show.  Every position was carefully done to ensure I had a ringside 
seat to the action.  Every chance he had he looked at me and he also tried to 
keep Kaylyn looking at me as well as she watched her teacher bringing herself 
to an orgasm.  I came at least twice - the second and third sort of blended 
together into either one long orgasm or two brief once with one right after 
the other.

In the meantime, John had Kaylyn sitting on his lap again only this time she 
was facing him, humping his dick with me watching all the time behind her.  
He never was able to get much more than half of his dick in her but seeing as 
much as did make its way inside of her pussy was enough for me.  Kaylyn 
didn’t say anything as he fucked her but just gasped and moaned almost 
nonstop the entire time her dad was fucking her.

“God I’m cumming,” John groaned as Kaylyn ground down on his cock as deep as 
she could take him, wiggling her hips in tight circles around his shaft as he 
grabbed her hips and squeezed her.  He jerked up against her, shooting his 
incestuous cum as deep into her as possible.

When he was finally finished he helped Kaylyn off his dick and she sat down 
on the edge of the hot tub next to her exhausted father.  She spread her legs 
and probed her pussy, seemingly fascinated at the flood of sperm that 
emerged.  

“Maybe your teacher would like to clean your pussy off?” John nudged her.

Kaylyn looked up at him and then at me, looking a bit confused.  No doubt she 
had no idea what he was talking about.  Obviously they’d never had another 
girl with them that had done such a thing and like most guys, John wasn’t 
offering to clean up his cum using his own mouth.

“Never mind sweetie...,” John laughed, grabbing her around the shoulders and 
pulling her nude body in tight against his.

“Looks like you were enjoying yourself,” he observed, nodding towards my 
crotch.

I almost felt embarrassed now at my loss of control yet at the same time I 
couldn't say I hadn’t enjoyed every second of it.

“So maybe next time you can join in?” he asked, making an assumption he 
shouldn’t have.

I reached down for my panties, using them to wipe off my wet pussy and then 
crumbling them in a ball in my hand.

“No John... there won’t be a next time,” I said with a voice much more firm 
than my heart was feeling - or my pussy for that matter.

“Well, we’ll see about that,” he chuckled.

With that I reached down and kissed Kaylyn on the cheek.  She felt like she 
was burning up with fever so maybe she HAD cum towards the end and I just 
hadn’t recognized it thanks to my own orgasms.

“Goodbye Miss Kelly, see you in school,” she said cheerfully.

It was like we’d just all had a short discussion about her grades or 
something.  There was nothing in her voice or demeanor that would tell you 
that she had just had sex with her own dad - and right in front of her 6th 
grade teacher at that!  Of course SEEING her naked in her father’s arms with 
his cum seeping out of her pussy certainly did away with any semblance of 
normalcy.  

I left before I could change my mind.  God I wanted to lick that cum from her 
pussy so badly I could taste it - almost at least.  To have her father fuck 
me while I licked her clean... well THAT would have made the night just about 
perfect.

If there was ever a sign that I was growing older and more mature, tonight 
was it.  I managed to leave the house in my car without giving in to my needs 
- something that never would have happened even a year or so ago.  Yes, my 
panties were in a pile on the seat next to me and I drove home one-handed the 
entire way, but the point is I DID drive home.

Now just wait until tomorrow when I told Steve what had happened.  Something 
told me I was about to be well rewarded for my newfound sense of control.

THE END

  
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