Subject: Tutoring Her Dad
Story Codes: MF F-solo M-solo voy exib oral adultery
Diary Date: June 28, 2012
Author: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
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Summary
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If there is one personal rule I will NEVER violate it’s that my professional
teaching career and personal sex life shall NEVER mix. This rule was
established back when I first started babysitting as I promised my parents
that I would NEVER have any sexual contact with any of the kids in my care.
While I have never broken that promise, that hasn’t meant that their fathers
were off limits...
Table of Contents
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Chapter 1 – Ethical and Moral Standards
Chapter 2 - Tutoring Bambi
Chapter 3 - Teasing Bambi’s Dad
Chapter 4 - The Teasing Escalates
Chapter 5 - Taking the Next Step With Bambi’s Dad
Chapter 6 - Bambi’s Father Finally Fucks Me
Chapter 7 - A Bridge Too Far
Chapter 1 – Ethical and Moral Standards
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This past year has been like nothing I ever imagined and it sometimes seems
like everything I thought was me and how I view the world has flipped upside
down. It seems like forever now when I thought I would never have sex outside
my family after I got married. OMG, how naive I was!!!!
Hopefully anyone who is familiar with my past by reading my diary knows that
I have certain "rules" that I never break. Well, I've learned since e being
married that "never" can be a relative term. For instance, I always
maintained that I would "never" commit adultery. At the time I defined
adultery as having sex outside your marriage family. When it turned out that
my husband insisted that we swap with other couples, as his wife I had to
figure out how to do that and remain true to my principles. Given I'd
already put one condition on adultery - the "incest escape clause" as my
husband calls it, it wasn't that much a stretch to add in "unless your spouse
is OK with it".
Another "never" that I've had to adapt, again based on my duty as a wife to
obey my husband, was sex with underage kids. My mother was always firmly
against this, except of course unless it involved family, so naturally I felt
the same going into my marriage. As with the case of swapping, Steve also
wanted to take advantage of the opportunities my Aunt Linda provided so far
as having sex with young girls. Thankfully their families were always
involved and supportive. Also, from bet as I could tell it was fully
consensual, again I rationalized my thoughts and have participated with my
husband and even helped provide him with some unexpected opportunities.
However... sometimes "never" means just that... NEVER.
So what are the things I would NEVER do, even if it meant having to divorce
my husband, just as my mom finally had to do when faced with having to
violate some of her "never" conditions? Well, this is a partial list but I'm
sure you'll get the general idea:
1. Anything that would go against my Christian faith.
Yes, I know some people would claim that acting slutty, engaging in
incest and underage sex, helping men commit adultery and other such
things are not exactly biblical but I would maintain that such
things are a matter of interpretation. Face it, if everyone agreed
on the exact meaning of every phrase in the Bible we wouldn’t have
thousands of versions. For example, the Ten Commandments forbid
adultery. Well, I define adultery as sex outside of marriage that
is done without the knowledge and consent of your spouse so as far
as I am concerned, I am on board. You say incest is on-Christian?
What part of "Honor your father and mother" am I missing? How much
more can a girl honor her father than to submit herself to him in
every way?
2. Anything that brings harm to someone be it physical OR emotional.
Is it really necessary to comment on this? Humiliating someone,
causing them to have unwanted pain, ruining their reputation, all
these things are totally wrong. Unless, of course, the person
deserves it as punishment for their transgressions.
3. Anything sexual that has to do with the toilet or such body
Functions.
No piss drinking or other perverted crap like necrophilia. Frankly
I find such activities revolting. I may not agree with a lot of
what some people find sexually exciting - BSDM, anal sex, etc., but
there are some things that just should not be done by anyone at any
time.
4. Child abuse.
This is a bit redundant with #2 but important enough to emphasize.
I would also consider sex with a minor under the age to where they
understand the significance of their actions. For example, a six
year-old can’t begin to grasp the consequences of a man having sex
with her so it would be abusive for him to do so, no matter how
much she “wants” it.
5. Anything sexual with someone I am responsible for professionally
such as when I babysit or teach.
Putting aside the obvious - it’s illegal and would lead to loss of
my license and potential jail time, what’s more important is the
trust factor which is something that I would never violate.
Parents allow me to care for their children and that’s a
responsible I take VERY seriously. They did NOT leave them with me
to teach them about sex.
So far as the events of this diary entry are concerned, #5 above applies.
For years now I have tutored during the summer and over time have developed
several steady clients. In fact, this summer I have almost a dozen students!
Most are teenage boys as it seems they have the most academic issues. If
they want to be in sports (the usual reason for wanting better grades), then
they call on me to get their grade point average up. Most of them are either
just entering high school or in their first year or two although I do have
one who wants to get a scholarship to college next year but his grades suck.
It’s one thing to say you’ll never DO anything but that doesn’t mean it’s not
tempting. Yes, some of my students ARE very cute (boys and girls) and I’m
sure I wouldn't have any problem getting laid by some of them. In fact, a
number of them have already tried to make a move but I’m firm about that sort
of thing from Day One. Not that I don't sometimes tease the poor boys. Not
only do some of them deserve it, a girl has to have fun too sometimes, right?
One nice thing about tutoring in the summer - the dress code is a lot more
relaxed both for me and my student. It’s not unusual for us both to be
wearing shorts and not a lot on top. I’ll be the first to admit more than a
few times I couldn't wait to get home before fingering myself in the car
after a lesson with some hot little freshman boy.
Despite whatever temptations there may be, I’m a professional and in the end
it's all nothing but innocent teasing. If one of my students locks himself in
the bathroom and masturbates after I leave, what’s the harm? Actually, I’d
be rather disappointed if they didn’t!
Chapter 2 - Tutoring Bambi
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Most of the kids I tutor are boys. I don't think that it has anything to do
with the relative intelligence of boys versus girls. At the ages I tutor it
seems to be more the consequences faced by boys as compared to those a girl
would have to deal with. Typically this revolves around sports as virtually
all schools tie athletic eligibility in some way to academics. If a boy
wants to play football in high school, he better keep his grades up!
Of the twelve students I tutored this summer, only two were girls. One was
from my 6th grade class that just "graduated" from the small Christian School
where I taught to the public middle school system. Her parents were just
overachieving. I knew her well enough from having taught her for three years
that she didn't need tutoring - she just needed motivation to keep her mind
off the boys and on her school work long enough to do the work. But hey,
they paid me pretty well so why argue?
As for the other girl, I didn't even get to meet Bambi when I interviewed
with her parents as she was out with friends or whatever at the time. That’s
not all that unusual and there have even been cases where everything was done
by phone and the first time I met anyone in the entire family was the first
lesson.
It might be stereotyping but I almost giggled when they told me that their
daughter was a cheerleader and her name was Bambi. All sorts of images came
to mind - none of which were exactly complimentary. I found out later that
Bambi wasn’t her real name but rather the one she preferred to use. I didn’t
blame her - what girl in this day and age would want to be called “Barbara”,
even if it was in memory of her great grandmother?
Bambi’s tutoring needs were based similarly to those of the boys I tutor.
Her parents had explained to me that she needed demonstrate that she could
get her grades up if she wanted to be on the freshman cheerleading squad.
When I first heard that I was tempted to say that if all she wanted was to
get her grades up then just have her get her teachers “up”. Of course I knew
better than to say anything like that to her parents!
In keeping with my stereotype image of cheerleaders, it didn’t surprise me
when it was obvious from the first time I laid eyes on her that Bambi was a
slut. Again the same thought came to mind that I had with her parents.
Given the way she dressed and talked I had little doubt that she wouldn’t
have had any problems following my suggestion for getting better grades. As
with her parents, I never said anything even remotely like that to her but
when I thought about it in private I couldn't help but wonder where she might
have taken such a suggestion.
Knowing ahead of time that Bambi was a cheerleader I hadn’t expected her to
be fat and ugly but I was still pleasantly surprised the first time we met.
Her dad had warned me that she was fourteen going on twenty but I assumed he
was referring to her attitude. Well, it was more than that as she already
had a killer body that made it hard for me to believe she was only fourteen.
Had I seen her in school or on the street she could’ve easily passed for
sixteen or seventeen or even older depending on her dress and makeup.
Unfortunately for Bambi, in the Ying and Yang of the universe whereas she was
more than blessed in terms of her physical attributes, it seemed to have come
at the cost of her intellect. To be blunt, she was just dumb! Oh well, let
her parents worry as it kept me employed.
When I show up for the first lesson with a new client I usually dress rather
conservatively so I am taken seriously as a professional and not some
glorified babysitter. However on this morning it was already in the mid 90’s
and it wasn't even noon yet so I went with shorts and a tank top. I knew
Bambi’s mom would be at work and her dad hadn’t seemed the type that would
complain that I wasn't wearing something more “professional”.
In deference to my position as a teacher, the cutoffs I chose were the ones I
sometimes refer to as my “Goldilocks shorts”. They weren't my shortest by
any means and they actually covered my entire ass, coming down over an inch
or so below my crotch. They weren't the longest pair in my drawer either but
those I reserved for church. They were tight enough that I didn’t need a belt
to keep them on but still loose enough as to not present an obvious “camel
toe”. On a slutty scale of 1-10 where one is suitable for church and ten
gets me tossed out of public places, I’d rate them maybe a three or four at
most.
With the temperature so high I was sorely tempted to dispense with a bra but
I thought that might be pushing things a little too much, especially for the
first lesson. Interestingly this is one area where my teaching wardrobe was
more conservative than my church outfits. School, at least as a teacher, is
the one place where I wear a bra every day. Anywhere else, even church, a
bra to me is a fashion accessory, not a necessity. Guys like seeing bra
straps and the dark outline of a black bra under a white t-shirt so there are
times and places when I wear a bra for fun but otherwise it’s only at school
- including tutoring.
As it so happened Bambi was wearing a similar outfit as mine but considerably
less conservative. Damn, I was tempted to ask for a birth certificate as
there was no way anyone would’ve pegged her for being fourteen had they met
her on the street. In a way I was a bit jealous as back when I was her age my
boobs would’ve barely dented my tank top and here she was with what had to be
a solid B-cup already. It was readily obvious that she wasn’t wearing a bra
but her boobs were so firm they barely even moved when she walked. It would
be years before she could hold up a dollar bill under them!
Bambi’s shorts appeared to come from my own collection. They were cut high
enough to allow a bit of her butt cheek to poke out when she sat or stretched
with just enough material in the crotch to cover her - barely. They were also
cut low enough that I figured she had to be shaving or at least doing some
trimming of her pubic hair to keep it from poking out. All in all they put
my shorts to shame!
Other than the shorts and tank top, a pair of pink flip flops on her feet was
all she was wearing. Her dark straight hair was pulled back into a single
ponytail that stretched down below her shoulders to about the middle of her
back.
All in all, I couldn’t imagine any freshman boy being ready to handle this
girl, nor could I see where she would be interested in boys her age, at least
not at their current stage of development. Oh yeah, the upper class guys
were going to be after her like wolves!
My lessons with Bambi were scheduled for an hour but after the first ten
minutes I doubt she was even listening anymore. Talk about an airhead! It
got to the point where she even tried to text a friend, forcing me to take
her cell phone and set it aside. It was like taking a pacifier from a baby
as she sat back and pouted with her arms crossed. As we worked through some
simple math problems I had to wonder how she ever got out of middle school!
She wasn't exactly a poster child for the local public school system, that
was for sure.
“You’re not what I expected for a tutor,” she said suddenly about half-way
through the lesson in a sullen tone.
I sat back in my chair and smiled at her, trying to avoid being
confrontational. “Oh, and just what WERE you expecting?”
“Don't know,” she shrugged indifferently, “Some old maid or whatever. You
seem cool. So you’re married?”
I flashed my ring at her and she whistled softly.
“Wow, that’s really awesome!”
Personally I agreed wholeheartedly with her. I smiled as I remembered every
detail of that wonderful day when Steve gave it to me and proposed to me.
Since then I’ve barely ever taken it off.
“Yeah, I’ve got a wonderful husband,” I told her.
“I think my parents are getting a divorce,” she said with a frown.
Now this was clearly not part of the lesson plan but it was our first day so
I figured it might not hurt to get to know her better.
“Oh? Why do you say that?” I asked gently, “Have they said anything to you
about it?”
She shook her head. “Noooooo, but I hear them argue a lot and last night mom
said something about a lawyer when they thought I was in my room.”
When I’d met them a couple of weeks earlier I hadn’t noted anything that
would’ve led me to think there were any serious marital problems and I’m
usually pretty good at picking up on vibes like that. After all, that the
sort of thing that usually means there’s an opportunity for me! I mentioned
something about that to her but she just shook her head more.
“Yeah... They put on a good show, don’t they? Mr. and Mrs. America”
“Do you think either one of them is cheating?” I asked. OK, so maybe that
wasn't an appropriate question to be asking a girl her age about her own
parents but she had me curious.
“Noooooo, dad likes to flirt - as I’m sure you already know, but he’s too
scared of my mom to do anything.”
For what little was left of the hour I tried to assure Bambi that even if her
parents DID divorce it wasn’t the end of the world and how my parents were
divorced but I still got along great with them both. Of course I never
mentioned that I also had sex with them both as well!
By the time that the lesson had ended I felt like Bambi and I had made a
deeper connection which I figured should make future lessons easier with less
distractions. I also find that the more I know about my students, the better
job I can do when it comes to teaching them.
Chapter 3 - Teasing Bambi’s Dad
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For better or worse Bambi’s not the first high school slut I’ve tutored and
likely not the last. So far as I was concerned she really wasn't anything
all that special or noteworthy - there are at least a few of her type on
every cheerleading squad. Being I am a professional tutor it wasn't like we
were ever going to play around together or do anything stupid. No... it
wasn’t Bambi that had my attention after the lesson - it was her father.
Rod (short for Roderick but I like to think about his "rod") is a PE
instructor and so was off for the summer. His wife works full time as some
sort of administrative assistant so he’s always home alone during the day
when I come over for Bambi's lessons.
Actually the only time I’d even met Bambi’s mom was when I interviewed.
Jackie was very professional, a little aloof almost. The one thing I could
say about her was that it was easy to see where her daughter got her looks!
I had to wonder what it was that was causing the strife in their marriage.
Then again, married people argue so maybe Bambi was just blowing things out
of proportion.
I also knew from my interview that Rod serves as a wrestling coach with a
history of wrestling in college and still maintains an incredible physique.
He’s a bit shorter than me and stocky but it's all 100% muscle and it was
clear from the moment I showed up for Bambi’s first lesson that he loves to
show it off. He answered the door wearing a muscle shirt and gym shorts
which left little to the imagination. Mmmmmmm, there weren’t any underwear
under those shorts either from the way things were pushing to escape.
Like so many of the fathers of the kids I tutor, Rod started hitting on me
from the very first day. What was different with Rod was that unlike most
fathers who try to make sure nobody else sees anything, Rod made his moves
right in front of his daughter. As I already mentioned, during our first
lesson she confided that her dad liked to pretend to be a lady killer but
that he never actually did anything so I should just go ignore him.
Like many girls her age, Bambi thought her dad was controlling and overly
strict and of course, totally clueless. For that matter, I think every
teenage girl thinks that anyone of voting age or older is an idiot. Also
like most young girls, I could tell right off the bat that Bambi had her dad
wrapped around her little finger. That didn't mean anything was going on
between them, no different than when I use to control my daddy long before we
started having sex together..
After Bambi’s first lesson Rod paid me (cash of course) and that was about
it. I have to admit I drove home a little disappointed that he hadn’t tried
to hit on me but I knew there was always a next time. Maybe I shouldn't have
dressed so conservatively and possibly send him the wrong message.
After the second lesson Rod seemed to have little more courage and invited me
to stay and have a drink by the pool. It might have helped that this time I
left my bra home so maybe he got the hint? From the way he stared
unabashedly at my chest from the moment he opened the door, I knew it was the
right decision.
As for the invitation to stay for a drink, I figured what the heck and
accepted, curious to see what his game was. While he and I chatted Bambi
dropped her shorts to reveal an incredibly revealing thong. It wasn’t the
skimpiest by any means but it still left little to the imagination when she
had passed by us towards the edge of the pool. I have to admit, I was as
fixated on her as her father was as the all but nude little vixen strutted
her stuff. Damn, she KNEW we were watching and she was probably having a
blast teasing us both.
Once at the edge of the pool she dove in and traveled underwater for about
half the length of the pool before surfacing. Jumping up out of the pool,
her bikini top had shifted and she worked at it to keep her boobs inside
although at the same time she “accidentally“ flashed some nipple. God...
what a tease! She had it down to a science and at the age of just fourteen
to boot.
Rod was obviously proud of his daughter, even to the point of asking me how I
thought she looked. I told him she looked very mature for her age to which
he just grinned. Then he asked whether I thought it was proper for her to
wear a slutty bikini like that around him when they were home alone?
Before I answered I paused to look him in the eye and try to see where he was
coming from as he seemed to be fishing for something. For a brief moment I
thought maybe there was something going on between them but that proved NOT
to be the case - he came right out and told me so.
“Yeah, she’s a real daddy’s girl,” he sighed as he watched her in the pool.
“She has me wrapped tight around her finger, I’m not afraid to admit it.”
Rod looked me in the eyes then and shook his finger at me adding, “Now don't
go off with any weird ideas... she’s my daughter and I’m not a perv but that
doesn’t mean I can't appreciate her.”
I replied cautiously, commenting that I thought her suit may be a bit
revealing but it was still tasteful - which was relative term I guess.
Tasteful as compared to wearing one of my sluttier bikinis but I doubted she
would be wearing it to the local public pool any time soon, at least not for
long!
“She conned me into letting her buy it. Her mother hasn’t seen it, thank
God. She’d probably have a stroke, especially if she knew she wore it when
her boyfriends are here.”
I was about to snicker at the “conned” remark as I had no doubt that all
Bambi had to do was pout a little and drop those big brown eyes and daddy
would buy her anything.
“So I take it she’s not at a loss for boyfriends,” I commented.
Ron grimaced as he answered, “Oh yeah, she draws them like a magnet. God
only knows what would go on if I wasn't home to keep an eye on things.”
“So she doesn’t go on dates yet?”
Ron chuckled and shook his head, “Oh she started those after she turned
fourteen.” He paused and sighed, “Don’t take this the wrong way but as a man
there are times I’m a bit jealous of them. I never got to date a girl
anything like Bambi when I was in high school. They were all out of my
league!”
We sipped our drinks as Bambi emerged from the pool dripping wet. She stood
right in front of us, drying herself off with a large beach towel. It was
quite a show. For a girl her age she certainly already knew the moves like
when she would dry off her legs and feet without bending her knees such that
her ass poked out right at us. It probably took at least two or three times
longer for her to finish that was needed but her dad wasn't complaining or
hurrying her along. When she was finally done she gave her dad a peck on the
cheek and headed inside, that tight little bare ass wiggling the whole way.
Oh yeah, she had it and she knew it!
After the show I figured what the heck, why not take a shot in the dark so I
turned to her father and asked a leading question.
“I assume she’s ‘active’ so has her mom talked to her about protection?”
“You’ve met my wife so what do you think?” he asked rhetorically, “So far as
Jackie’s concerned Bambi is and will remain a virgin until she’s married,
just like her mom.”
“Really?” I couldn't help but blurt out. Actually I was commenting on both
parts of his statement - first that her mom really thought that Bambi was a
virgin and second, that her mom was a virgin when she was married.
“Oh yeah, now don't get me wrong, Jackie wasn't exactly a total prude or
anything or I wouldn't have married her,” Rod chuckled, “Hell, she could suck
the brass off a door knob - pardon the expression. But when it came to
heading for home plate, no way and she wouldn't budge. She had a lot more
willpower than I did, I’ll give her that.”
It seemed a little weird to be talking with a man I barely knew about his
wife this way but he seemed comfortable with it so I went along.
“So I take it you don’t think Bambi is following in her mother’s footsteps?”
Rod almost choked when he laughed at my statement. “You think?” Then he
leaned his head back and closed his eyes saying, “Lucky bastards!”
“So she’s told you she’s having sex already... at fourteen?” I asked, not
quite believing we were even having this conversation as again, I barely even
knew them. There wasn’t a doubt in my mind that the little slut was screwing
the team but I wanted to hear what her father had to say about it.
“Hell no, she’d never tell her father anything like that.. shit, she barely
tells me the time of day if I ask,” he grunted. “But I see the way she acts
with them and teases them and how they react. One look at her when she comes
home and it’s pretty obvious.”
He glanced over his shoulder to make sure his daughter wasn’t back yet and
then added, “I figure if she isn’t doing it then she’s the worst cockteaser
ever but I’d put money on her being the class slut.”
“And which would YOU prefer?” I couldn't help but tease him.
Ron laughed again. “As her father of course, given the options, I go for
slut but speaking as a man... God I really HATE cockteasers.”
As he said it Rod planted a hand on my bare upper leg. The implications were
pretty obvious. I thought back to Bambi’s comments about her dad flirting
but never doing anything and wondered just how well she knew her father.
Then again, maybe this was just his way of having a little innocent fun, who
knew?
“So tell me Kelly, if you don't mind me asking, what were you back in high
school, slut or tease?” he asked casually, “Somehow seeing how you chose to
dress coming here I have to guess you’re quite a slut.”
Wow, talk about being bold! Was this guy really just a flirt as his daughter
claimed? I was starting to think that Bambi didn't know her dad nearly as
well as she thought she did.
As Rod waited for me to respond, he started to run his finger tips along my
thigh, working his way slowly but deliberately from the upper portion down
between my legs which I parted slightly to allow him access. He smiled as I
did, assuming that I was essentially giving him permission to go further -
and I was.
“Oh I think you know,” was all I said in response. It probably wasn't what
he wanted to hear but at the same time I wasn't doing anything to deter his
wandering hand.
“Hey daddy, I’m heading over to see David,” Bambi suddenly called out from
the house.
Rod’s hand instantly pulled away at the sound of his daughter’s voice and the
entire atmosphere suddenly changed and I could have sworn the temperature
instantly dropped a few degrees.
“OK baby, don't forget your phone.”
At that point I decided to make an exit. Things had gone plenty far enough
and I’d be back in couple of days for her next lesson. I’d made the mistake
before of letting a horny dad have his way with me too soon and ended up
losing a lot of money when he cut off the tutoring gig after I put out for
him and he felt guilty about it.
As I got up to leave, Ron thanked me for tutoring Bambi and suggested that I
bring my bathing suit and go for a swim with Bambi after our lesson. I
didn’t commit one way or the other and left him with a tent in his shorts.
For just a moment I hesitated as the sight was quite tempting but I knew it
would be there for me the next time so why push things too fast?
Later that night I was telling Steve about my day, making sure to tease him
by giving him the full details as to how hot Bambi was. I knew that just the
thought of a sexy fourteen year-old girl like her would get him horny and I
was pleased with the results as my horny husband’s erection grew.
What I didn't tell Steve was anything about what happened between me and her
father as I figured I should see where things went first before saying
something. For all I knew it all might have been nothing a bunch of teasing.
Thank God he couldn't read my mind later when we had sex as I was thinking
about that nice dick I saw barely hidden under Rod's tight shorts.
Chapter 4 - The Teasing Escalates
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For the next lesson I decided to wear my bikini under my outfit. What the
heck, if fourteen year-old Bambi could prance around her dad all but naked
then why not do the same myself? I chose a slutty thong and tiny bikini top
that easily matched up to what I’d seen Bambi wearing so far.
Looking at myself in the mirror I cupped my boobs in my hand and smiled. At
least I had Bambi beat out in the boob department. I put on a sheer blouse
and left it unbuttoned enough to show plenty of cleavage. Fortunately Steve
was at work so he didn't see my new “teaching” attire which I am sure would
have led to some questions I didn't want to answer yet.
This time Bambi answered the door and looked at me with a bit of an odd
expression but she didn't say anything. She said her dad was busy with
something so we got straight to her lesson at the kitchen table. She seemed
a little more disconnected than usual until finally I just had to ask her if
there was something on her mind.
“Oh nothing,” she shrugged. Ha! I knew better than that.
“It’s OK, you can tell me anything,” I encouraged her, “Something with your
parents again?”
Bambi gave me one of those patented teenage girl looks that clearly showed
how stupid she thought I was and then looked down at her papers again without
saying anything.
“This is silly Bambi,” I said, “There’s no sense in doing this if you’re not
going to pay attention so just tell me what’s wrong so we can get past
whatever it is.”
Those big brown eyes bored right through me for a moment and then she just
huffed and nodded towards my chest. “Like you don't know... Look what you’re
wearing... or not. You know I saw what my dad was doing to you last time.”
I looked at her as if I didn’t know what she was talking about which only
seemed to irritate her all the more.
“Oh come on, I’m not THAT stupid you know. He was touching you and you were
letting him.”
“But we didn’t do anything?” I defended myself, “I think you may have
misinterpreted what was happening.”
Bambi openly laughed this time. “I don’t think I ‘misinterpreted’ his hard-
on,” she practically spat out.
Now I saw where the problem was... or did I? Was she mad because her dad was
turned on by me or was she mad because she was jealous that I was drawing
attention from her? Wow, talk about a touchy situation. I knew I had to be
careful how I approached this or this whole gig could fall through in a
heartbeat.
“Did it really bother you to see your dad... in that condition?” I asked
softly.
Bambi rolled her eyes yet again and I knew I was walking a thin line with
her. “Do you even have a clue how embarrassing it is to have your friends
over while your dad walks around like that?”
“You mean with an erection?” I almost grinned but held it back somehow. As
a matter of fact I did!
“No, I mean with a smile on his face,” she replied sarcastically, “Of course
that’s what I mean. It’s horrible. Disgusting.”
“So you don't like seeing your dad excited that way?” I prodded her.
“I didn't say THAT,” she countered with a twinkle in her eye, “I mean that
when my friends are here he could at least wear some underwear.”
It was an opening. Not much of one but it was there so I took it. “So
you’re saying that it’s OK if he has an erection when it’s just you and him
then?”
At that she was silent for a moment as if she realized she’d painted herself
into a corner and wasn't sure how to respond.
“He may be your dad but he’s still a man you know,” I said, trying to help
her along, “You really can't blame him the way you dress around him. Do you
like it when your dad gets excited when he looks at you?”
“I don’t know,” she stalled, “I guess so. It helps me to get what I want,
that’s for sure.”
Well I could certainly relate to THAT. When I was her age I use to do the
same thing with my dad - dress all sexy and flirt with him and then ask for
money to go to a movie or buy some clothes. It never failed! I also
recalled that when I was her age I was just doing it to get what I wanted and
the thought of actually having sex with my dad never crossed my mind. No
doubt it was the same with her.
“Yeah, that works,” was all I said with a smile, not telling her everything.
“So what’s with the slut outfit then?” she asked, going back to the original
question.
“Well Bambi, teasing doesn’t stop when you graduate from high school. It
still works. You DO realize that I don't do this for free, right? Anything
extra helps as well.”
“So you’re just doing it to get a big tip?” she said, grinning now.
“Whatever works?” I answered, going along with where she was heading. Hey,
if that’s what she wanted to believe then I wasn't going to ruin it.
“Cool!” she giggled, “I have friends who waitress that do the same thing.”
Just then Rod walked in and greeted us. Bambi gave her dad a big hug and a
quick kiss in the cheek before we all headed out to the pool.
Once there we essentially followed the same routine as last time except this
time I also undressed down to my bikini. Rod whistled and Bambi seemed a
little irked at my thong seeing that it was skimpier than hers. Still, after
our recent conversation I wasn't sure if it was because her dad was looking
at another woman or he wasn't paying attention to her.
Probably a bit of both.
This time around Bambi only swam for a few minutes, just enough to cool off,
and then got out. Before she even had a chance to do her towel-drying
exhibition her iPhone rang which took priority over everything. After she
was finished she told us that she was getting dressed to go out with friends.
She didn't even ask her dad, just told him but he didn't seem to mind. Once
again we both got a nice view of her butt as she wiggled out of sight.
Alone again with Rod, this time as I laid back in the lounge chair next to
him I was showing off a lot more skin. Not surprisingly, it wasn't long
before his wandering hand once again was on my leg. This time the
preliminaries were dispensed with and he immediately grabbed a handful of my
soft inner thigh. I glanced over at his crotch and sure enough, the circus
must’ve been in town as the tent pole was rising fast!
We both pretended as if nothing was happening while we chatted about Bambi’s
lessons and teaching in general. We both bemoaned the state of education in
the United States and the hardships teachers face in these days. All the
while Rod’s hand was slowly worked its way up my thigh until his thumb was
right up next to my pussy but not quite there. Just as I thought he was
about to make the final move I twisted onto my side to face him, effectively
causing his hand to slip off my leg.
“Did you know that Bambi’s worried about your marriage?” I asked him.
Clearly he was thinking more about where his hand was - or wasn’t at the
moment so I had to repeat myself to get his attention.
“Kids... you can't hide anything from them, can you?” he sighed, shifting to
his side now to face me.
“So what’s the story with you and Jackie?” I probed.
From the frown on his face I got the impression that this wasn't what he had
in mind when we laid next to each other but he seemed to sense that I wasn’t
going to let it go so he went along with it.
“You remember what I said about the virgin shit and the blowjobs?”
I nodded.
“Well, the virgin part was true but I may have exaggerated about the BJs.”
“Oh” I responded, “How much?”
The look on Rod’s face was priceless as he took a deep breath. “Let’s just
say all of it... she’s never sucked my dick - or anyone else's for that
matter, at least so far as I know and I’m pretty sure about it.”
“Well, you can't divorce her because she doesn’t give head,” I countered.
Rod groaned and he reached down to arrange the bulge in his shorts that must
have been getting uncomfortable. Frankly I don’t know how guys deal with
that thing between their legs to start with!
“I gave up on that dream a long time ago but I still expect a LITTLE
excitement in bed.”
“Like what do you mean?” I asked. This was getting interesting...
“Would you believe the only position we’ve ever done it in is missionary?” he
answered, “Lights off, in the dark, only in the bedroom.”
I whistled softly. Yeah, I could see where that might be a problem in a
marriage. Still, it was one thing to whine about it, another to DO something
about it and I had the impression so far that Rod was just a whiner.
Shifting the subject, I laid on my back again with my knees up and spread
apart, giving him a good view of my crotch.
“I also hear you enjoy Bambi’s friends being around,” I teased him.
“Oh, what did she tell you?” he asked quickly. I wasn't sure if he was
worried or hopeful.
“Just that you tend to be like THAT when her friends are around,” I said,
nodding towards the blatant erection under his shorts.
“Shit, you can’t blame a guy for that!” he defended himself, “My god, you see
what she wears around the house and they all dress that way these days it
seems. What hetero man wouldn’t have a hard-on around them?”
I smiled, looking at his erection and licking my lips seductively. “You know,
if you at least wore underwear then it wouldn't be so obvious. I think it
embarrasses her when you’re like that around her friends.”
“Does it embarrass you?” he asked with a sly grin.
“Why would it?” I answered flippantly, “I take it as a compliment. In fact,
I’d be disappointed if you were NOT in that condition right now. No
different in that regard than your daughter you know.”
I added that last part in to see how he would react and indeed, his eyes
opened a little wider and I would have sworn that his erection wiggled.
“She told you THAT?” he said as if not quite believing me. No doubt he
thought I was just teasing and pulling his leg.
“Like I said, to a girl it’s a compliment,” I came back. “I use to do the
things she does with you with my dad at that age when I wanted something.”
“Ohhhhh, I see what you mean,” he said with obvious disappointment in his
tone, “The teasing.”
Another opening...
“Why Rod, were you hoping for something more?”
“You mean... you mean THAT?” he stammered, “God no... she’s my own daughter
for crying out loud.”
I didn't say anything right away, giving him some line like a fisherman with
a freshly hooked fish.
“Now her friends...,” he sighed, shifting his weight again to rearrange the
bulge once again.
“So you want to fuck her friends then?”
He seemed to be taken back a bit at first by my frankness but then he
recovered.
“They’re only fourteen Kelly for god’s sake. I’m not a pervert.”
Yeah right! He WAS a man and therefore I knew better. Aren’t all men
somewhat perverts deep inside? Oh he might deny his feelings but I could see
him for what he really was.
“So what do you do with THIS when they’re around?” I asked naughtily as I
reached out and gently slapped his erection with my forefinger. I brought my
hand back to my side and tried my best not to laugh at his expression -
priceless!
“Well, what would YOUR husband do in my situation?”
That was easy - he’d fuck them! But I wasn't about to tell Rod that so
instead I just answered, “Jerk off.”
Rod seemed a little surprised at my direct answer but he hung in there and
said, “Well, there you have it.”
“So what does Jackie say when you do THAT?”
The look on Rod’s face was so funny as he answered with, “She thinks
masturbation is dirty and that I’m somehow cheating on her when I do it so I
never let her know about it.”
“Wow, that’s too bad,” I commiserated with him. Then I leaned over so my
boobs showed more and said seductively, “You know Ron... I LOVE to
masturbate.”
Ron’s eyes widened and I could tell he was already thinking in his head,
“Dear Penthouse...”
At that point I figured things had gone far enough for now. If Rod had been
ready for more we wouldn't have gone on this long with just the talk and
gotten down to action. Oh I had no doubt that had I reached over he would
have let me blow him and probably even sit on his dick but I sort of enjoyed
where I had him right now - horny and wanting me. Just not yet...
Standing up, I reached for my shorts and pulled them on. Rod looked at me
like he didn't understand what was going on.
“I need to get to my next session,” I lied, “Besides, I think you need to
take care of something.”
I nodded to his erection again and smiled as a small wet spot had appeared.
God he must have been super horny!
As I started to walk away, Rod called out to me.
“Kelly, do you remember what I said about cockteasers?”
I just smiled at him and replied, “Maybe next time.”
He could take that for anything he wanted - which was my exact intent when I
said it. Without another word I turned away to leave him to his own devices.
I would have loved to stay and watch him jerk off but I was so damn horny
myself I couldn't wait to get home to do it myself!
That night I practically jumped Steve when he came in the door. Little did
he know I’d spent the last couple of hours in bed playing with myself as I
fantasized about Rod fucking Bambi with my help! Oh well, my husband
certainly wasn't worried my motivation as I ground my ass into his crotch
while his dick was buried inside of me!
Chapter 5 - Taking the Next Step With Bambi’s Dad
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It was a week before I had another lesson with Bambi. This time I decided to
dress a little more conservatively, packing my bikini in my purse and wearing
a pair of white shorts with a semi-sheer black blouse that only hinted at the
black bra underneath. I even put on a pair of heels instead of flips flops
or sneakers to be a little more formal.
Bambi immediately was curious.
“Being more professional this week?” she asked.
As for Bambi, she certainly wasn’t doing anything different. The shorts were
a different style but generally had the same coverage. Instead of just a
bikini top this time she had on a cut-off t-shirt that hung down just enough
to cover her boobs. From the way her nipples were poking through she wasn't
wearing a bra and I had to wonder if she even owned one. Not that I had many
when I was a teenager.
I just shrugged and ignored the comment, getting down to the business at hand
without much small talk. Bambi seemed to get the message, even if she wasn't
sure what it was. Still, her attention span was simply too short for her
cooperation to last very long.
“So did my dad screw you last week?” she suddenly blurted out as if she’d
been holding it back and just couldn't contain herself any longer.
I tried my best to look shocked as if the very idea was inconceivable.
“Why in the world would you think THAT Bambi?” I replied, “I AM married you
know... and so is your dad.”
“Well I saw the way you were dressed last week and the way he looked at you,”
she said accusingly, “And when I got him he was jerking off in the bathroom.”
Interesting...
“How did you know he was jerking off?”
Once again Bambi had that look of “what an idiot”.
“The only time my dad locks the door to the bathroom is when he does it,” she
said, “Besides, he always has that look on his face afterwards. He thinks I
don’t notice but I do.”
So many ways to run with this one...
“So what do you think about your dad doing that?” I decided to go with.
“It’s gross,” she snorted, “It’s bad enough he gets a hard-on.”
“Everyone masturbates Bambi. I mean, you do, don't you?” I asked, seeing how
far I could push this.
Bambi looked at me suspiciously. “Do you?”
“Of course, like I said, everyone does,” I said matter-of-factly.
“Well that’s wrong... my mom doesn’t,” she countered, “She caught me once and
told me I was a whore for doing something so dirty.”
“Well, that’s just silly. I bet all your friends do. Me and my friends use
to do it during sleepovers and such.”
“Really?” Bambi said wide-eyed, “That’s awesome! I’ve never done it with
anyone before.”
Oh my god, if she only knew the thoughts that were going through my mind
right then! Damn my rule against doing anything with a student!! My pussy
was throbbing as I imagined the two of us in her bed...
“Kelly... you OK?” Bambi said, giving me a nudge. I guess I must have been
dreaming a little more than I thought!
“Have you ever let your boyfriends watch?” I said, trying to get those
thoughts out of my mind.
“Noooooo, you’re kidding, right?” she said as if it were the craziest thing
she’d ever heard.
It was time to establish one thing before we said anything more so I just
came out and asked.
“Well, do you guys have sex?”
She hesitated and then nodded.
“Do you like to suck his dick?”
This time she didn't hesitate before she nodded, a slight grin on her face
now.
“Does he cum in you? I mean without anything on him.”
She bit her lip this time but answered, “Sometimes... I know I shouldn’t let
him but sometimes I just forget to have him put it on.”
Oh boy, pregnant at fourteen here we come! This girl needed some serious
talking. Oh well, it wasn't my problem but still, I felt I had to say
something.
“You know it just takes one time...”
“One time for what?” her father said as he entered the room. I prayed he
hadn’t been listening to the previous part of our conversation.
“Hi daddy,” Bambi greeted him, her face reddening.
“Lesson over?” he asked me, thankfully not pursuing an answer to his original
question.
I nodded and he smiled saying, “Great! So did you bring your bikini with?”
I reached in my bag and pulled it out. It easily fit in one hand.
“Doesn’t seem like much is there,” he observed with a grin.
“Oh, it’s enough,” I answered.
I asked Bambi if there was someplace I could change and she took me to her
bedroom. I expected her to leave me but she closed the door and started to
take off her shorts. Surprisingly she wasn't wearing her thong this time -
in fact she wasn't wearing anything.
I undressed without a word, trying to act casual as I stood there nude in
front of my hot sexy student who was also naked now as she went to her
dresser to find something to wear. Again I cursed my rule against getting
involved with a student! Sure I’d seen her 99% naked before but there was
just something different about seeing her totally naked that really turned me
on.
Thankfully nothing happened as we both got dressed in out bikinis. This time
I’d brought a suit that was similar to what my dad had always called “Kelly’s
Slut Bikini”. It was a bathing suit in name only as you could never wear it
in public. If anything it looked like it would be more at home at a joint
with a pole, not a pool.
“Wow, that’ really hot,” Bambi said, her first words since we started
dressing, “I wish I had one like that.”
I grinned saying, “Just ask your dad to buy one for you. That’s what I did
when I was your age.”
“Really?” she answered and it was like I could see the gears spinning in her
pretty head, “Cool.”
With that seed planted we headed down to the pool where Rod’s eyes opened
wide at the sight of us. He was checking us both out which I knew Bambi had
to be aware of just as I was.
“Daddy, Kelly said you would buy me a suit like hers if I asked,” Bambi said
to the surprise of both me and her father. Like I had intended for her to
ask him eventually but not in front of me!
Rod looked at me and I could tell he was trying to figure out how to respond
but then, what choice did he have?
“Anything for you baby.”
“Oh daddy, thank you!” she giggled as she reached up to hug him. I couldn't
help but notice his hands were briefly on her bare bottom as they hugged -
not for long but long enough - too long for it to be just an accident.
Just then her ever-present iPhone rang. Her eyes lit up as she hung up and
turned to us.
“Sorry, that was Kyle, he wants me to come over for a while, is that OK
daddy?”
Rod seemed a little disappointed but he nodded, then adding, “So long as you
put some decent clothes on first!”
“Oh daddy!” his sexy daughter sighed as she ran off to her bedroom.
“Kyle?” I asked him.
“The flavor of the day,” her dad sighed, “Last week it was Robby and the week
before Gary - or was it David? Who knows who it will be next week or even
tomorrow.”
“You know you really need to speak with her,” I said carefully.
“Oh, something I should know?”
I hesitated, unsure if I should be telling him what she had confided in me
but then it was important and SOMEBODY needed to deal with it if her mother
wasn't.
“She’s having unprotected sex,” I said slowly so I wouldn't have to repeat
myself, “She’s been lucky so far but...”
The light bulb went off over Rod’s head. “Ahhhhh, so that was what the ‘it
only takes one time’ was all about.”
“You need to get her on the pill,” I encouraged him, “Sooner than later.”
“But she’s only fourteen!” he protested, “And besides, her mom is the one who
deals with ‘woman’ things. I think so far as Bambi in concerned she doesn’t
think I even know she has periods!”
“Sure she’s only fourteen but she’s having sex with God only knows how many
guys so if you don’t deal with it - and fast, you’re going to have a bigger
problem on your hands as in the size of her belly.”
Rod just shook his head and then went to our usual chairs by the pool and
laid back. I noticed his erection was in full mode. Evidently talking about
his daughter having sex was turning him on, even if it was about keeping from
getting pregnant!
“So what did YOUR parents do when you were her age?” he asked as I took a
seat next to him.
“My mom got me on the pill,” I explained, “Really, it’s the only way if your
daughter is going to be sexually active.”
“Sexually active...,” his voice trailed off a if he was trying to wrap his
head around the topic.
“Turns you on, doesn’t it?” I teased him, reaching over and tapping his
erection that was trying to burst through his shorts.
“I suppose you think I’m some sort of perv, thinking about my own daughter
that way,” he said, his face turning a little red.
As much as I would have loved to explain to him about my incestuous
relationship with my father, it simply wasn't something I told people, not
even most of my friends. No doubt it would have had an impact on him and who
knows where that might have led but it was just too risky.
“Noooooo, actually I think it’s pretty hot,” I said with s naughty grin, “So
tell me more...”
“You mean about how I think about Bambi?” he said uncertainly.
I just nodded at first, licking my lips seductively. Then I reached up and
cupped my breast in my hand and squeezed saying, “It really DOES turn me on
Rod... tell me more... make me horny.”
As if I wasn't already! Fortunately, unlike him I wasn’t making a public
declaration of my sexual desires. It’s great to be a girl!
“I really don't know how to say this,” he said softly, “Not even sure I
SHOULD say anything. I’ve never told anyone about any of this.”
I kept my hand planted on my boob as he slowly began to tell me about how
he’d first started masturbating about his daughter when she was just twelve
and starting to sprout boobs and growing a figure. At first he seemed
hesitant, as if he want sure I was serious about wanting to hear all this -
or if he should even be telling me about it in the first place. As he told
me about how he began taking her panties from the laundry and sniffing them
to smell her pussy odor I lifted up my top so he could see my boobs in hopes
of encouraging him to go on.
It worked...
With his wife not meeting his sexual needs, it became obvious Rod was using
his growing daughter as a fantasy figure whenever he masturbated. As she
got older he became bolder, using her panties to masturbate with and spying
on her when she was sunning by the pool with her top off.
“So tell me Rod, do you imagine what it would be like to fuck your own
fourteen year-old daughter?” I asked as I slipped my hand under my thong and
started to touch my wet pussy.
“Oh god.... ALL the time,” he groaned as he reached down to grab his
throbbing erection.
I wasn't sure he even realized what he was doing so I didn't do anything to
bring attention to it, just watching him out of the corner of my eye as I
masturbated him.
“I know I shouldn’t but I can’t help myself,” he sighed as he reached further
under his shorts, “And then her hot little friends come over and it’s like I
can’t seem to control myself. It doesn’t help that they seem to go out of
their way to tease me.”
Yep, been there done that!
It was easy to understand now why he couldn't help but display his erection
when her friends were over. I knew that he could have easily worn underwear
or anything to at least try to hide his condition but his lust was obviously
out of control to take such as risk.
“So have you touched her yet?”
Rod quickly looked at me with his eyes narrowed. “Why, did she say anything
about that?”
Hmmm, now what was this? Had Bambi been holding out on me?
“Noooooo, I would never DO anything with her, no matter how much she teases
me,” he hurriedly claimed.
I gave him a look of disbelief.
“C’mon, you got to believe me. I mean it Kelly,” he insisted, “I would NEVER
do anything with my own daughter... OK, so she lets me play a little grab-
ass now and then but that’s not really so bad, is it?”
I pulled my bottoms off and lifted the top over my head so I was now laying
naked next to him. He still had his shorts on but he was jerking his cock
rapidly underneath. I don't know which of us was more turned on - me
listening or him telling.
“Mmmmmmm, so tell me how you imagine fucking your daughter Rod,” I said,
inserting a finger into my wet pussy while at the same time making sure he
was getting a good view.
God this was so erotic! I love to be watched masturbating and to have this
father telling me all his naughty thoughts about his daughter while her
jerked off in front of me was so hot. My clit was so swollen and sensitive I
thought I was going to jump off the chair as I rubbed it.
As Rod told me about his fantasy it was pretty much straight from a porn
flick. A dark and stormy night, Bambi was scared and slipped in bed with him
wearing nothing but a nightshirt. Of course they eventually had sex. As he
went on I would occasionally break in to have him add more detail or to
express himself better which seemed to turn him on all the more until he had
his shorts off and I FINALLY got to see that massive erection.
Most guys seem to be embarrassed when they masturbate and over time I’ve
found very few who will let me watch outside my dad and husband. In this
case I think Rod was so worked up and horny that he just didn’t care - which
made it all the better for me. Seeing his hand jerking his hard dick,
working it as only he could do, was fascinating. Actually, when I was
younger I learned a lot about how to please a man by watching my dad pleasing
himself.
My first orgasm hit me right in the middle of him telling me how he dreamed
it would feel to cum in his daughter’s pussy. God it felt so good! Normally
I close my eyes when I cum so I can focus better on how I feel but in this
case I kept my eyes on Rod’s dick where his hand seemed to be stroking faster
with each passing minute.
Then it was his turn as suddenly he groaned loudly and sperm began to spout
from the end of his dick like a fountain. The first couple of shots made it
all the up to his chest with the rest pooling on his stomach and pubic hair.
Om my god, I wanted so bad to reach over and lick up every drop.
It was enough to drive me to my second orgasm although perhaps technically it
was an extension of my first but what difference does it make, it’s not like
I was keeping score. This time I did close my eyes, imagining Bambi’s pussy
dripping with her father’s cum as she sat on my face and let me lick her
clean.
“Fuck, I can't believe this!”
What is it about men, especially older ones, that once they cum it’s like
someone turns off the horny switch? How many times have I been with an older
guy and it’s all hot and erotic until he cums and then it’s like show’s over.
Well, it’s not over for ME! Sometimes I have to masturbate right after he
fucks me just to satisfy my own needs while he drifts off to Never Land.
Such was the case with Rod who seemed to have suddenly realized what he’d
been doing for the past hour or so. He didn’t say anything more but it was
like Adam and Eve eating the apple and realizing they were naked. Rod
reached for his shorts and pulled them up without even cleaning off his cum
first as if he was embarrassed for me to see him after having just
masturbated for me.
“Mmmmmmm, PLEASE don't hide that wonderful dick Rod... I loved watching you
do that,” I tried to encourage him.
After his initial qualms he seemed to be settling down as I laid there still
naked in front of him.
“You’re not going to say anything to her about this, are you?” he almost
pleaded with me.
Who did I think I was? Of course I would never tell his daughter about her
father’s fantasies. What I didn’t tell him was that I had a good idea that
she already knew about them.
Sitting up, I felt a little lightheaded at first but then everything
straightened out. I gathered up my bikini and reached over to kiss him on
the forehead.
“I think it’s time for me to leave,” I whispered to him.
No doubt had I stayed longer and given his dick some tender loving care he
would have recovered quickly and fucked me but I thought we’d accomplished
enough for one day. All in all it had been quite an informative day, that
was for sure.
Later that night Steve again was the lucky recipient of my pent up lust.
Again I didn’t tell him about the day’s events as what would be the point? I
didn’t have sex with Rod so in the big scheme of things it really didn't
matter what we did. As I laid in Steve’s arms afterwards, my pussy was
throbbing from the incredible fucking he’d given me but my thoughts were on a
different dick and I wondered if Rod was masturbating with his daughter’s
underwear at that very moment...
Chapter 6 - Bambi’s Father Finally Fucks Me
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The next time I came to their house for another tutoring session I wasn’t
really sure what to expect. A lot had been said - and done, the last time
and I knew from past experience that such things can be good or bad depending
on how people handled them afterwards. Was Bambi overly embarrassed by our
sex talk? Would Rod be shy now after having confessed his incestual feelings
for his daughter, not to mention openly masturbating in front of me?
My fears at first seemed to be unfounded as everyone acted as if nothing had
happened the last time. Bambi was in her usual summer outfit - did she
having anything but shorts in her dresser? Rod was also in uniform although
the shorts this time were a darker shade of grey. It was obvious he was
still shunning underwear so nothing had changed in that department.
This time Bambi actually made it through the entire hour without going off on
some tangent about her sex life or parents’ impending divorce. In fact, we
didn’t discuss anything outside the lesson. I hadn’t really realized until
she clammed up how much I’d been looking forward to an update but my
professional ethics bound me from being the one to instigate such discussion.
As the end of the hour approached and I came to realize that nothing was
going to happen, it was MY turn to be distracted. Was she having sex with her
boyfriend? Was he the same one or had she moved on to someone else? What
about birth control? Had her father bought her the sexy bikini she’d asked
for last time?
Other than saying hello, and a rather curt one at that, Rod had stayed away
from us during her lesson. Of course that is how it SHOULD be but that
didn't lessen my disappointment. Had he freaked about telling me some of his
darkest secrets? Was he afraid to look me in the eye now after letting me
watch him jerk off? Maybe he was worried about what I might tell his
daughter?
The lesson ended and I was packing up my material, wondering if maybe I’d
pushed things too far the week before and possibly ruined a good thing, or at
least what might turn out to be a good thing. Bambi had run off as soon as
I’d released her so it was just me in the kitchen all alone when finally Rod
made an appearance.
“All done for the day?”
I nodded and so he asked, “Have an appointment to get to?”
This time I shook my head. Silence...
“I have to run Bambi over to a friend’s house for a birthday party. Will you
still be here when I get back?”
Now THAT was an interesting way to put it. Like, I was ready to go NOW so
why would I still be here when he got back unless I made a deliberate effort
to stick around? It was obviously an invitation but one veiled such that if
I chose not to accept it then it looked like it was all my decision.
“I guess that depends,” I said after a pause, “Why would I WANT to be here?”
Rod looked back to be sure his daughter was still occupied before he
answered, “I think we both know why.”
That wasn't good enough for me. Moving closer to him, I stood up next to him
and looked up into his face.
“You’re going to have to be a lot more specific than THAT!” I said, “A LOT
more.”
Rod seemed nervous, again checking over shoulder to be sure his daughter
wasn’t listening.
“You’re just going to have to deal with that,” he said more adamantly this
time.
I picked up my bag and purse and started heading for the front door.
“Hey, where are you going?” be called out after me.
I paused and turned to answer, “No more games. Either you’re up front with
me or I walk... and I won’t be back.”
It was a bluff but then that’s why they call it a bluff. The job paid well,
especially considering the tips I’d been getting lately, and I enjoyed
teaching Bambi, especially when she needed some extra credit. The question
was, would he call it?
“Alright, come back here then,” he caved.
I stepped over until I was right in front of him, looking at him expectantly
and waiting for his next move.
Yet again he looked back and yet again the coast was clear.
“Alright, have it your way then... I want to do it.”
“Oh? Do what?” I asked as if I had no idea what he was talking about.
“You’re not going to make this easy, are you?” he said rather accusingly.
I just smiled sweetly at him until he finally said, “OK, I want to have sex
with you.”
“I’ll be waiting,” was all I said in response.
Just then Bambi was back and the two of them left without another word to me,
leaving me alone in the house. Whether or not Bambi was curious about why I
was still in the house, who knew? Did it really matter anyway?
It felt a little odd to be alone in the big quiet home. I figured I had at
least twenty minutes before he could get back under the best of circumstances
so there was no rush.
Out of curiosity I went to his bedroom and started to snoop through his
wife’s lingerie drawer. Damn, he was right about her being uninterested in
sex. There wasn't a sexy or revealing thing in the entire dresser! No toys
either, not even in the nightstand. Looking through the closet all of her
outfits were “business professional”. Even her dresses looked like they were
way too conservative for anyone under the age of 80!
To be honest, at this point I really wasn't interested in a lot more flirting
and gamesmanship. I was horny and wanted to be fucked - period. The only
questions were where and how could I speed up the process?
Usually when I have sex with a married man my preference is to do it on their
bed, preferably with me laying in the same space on the bed as his wife
normally did. Sometimes I would wear some of her lingerie even, anything so
long as it enhanced top mood. In this case I really wasn’t looking at Rod
through the eyes of adultery but more about his fantasies about his daughter.
Well, that made the final decision pretty easy...
The last time I was in Bambi’s room was when we changed into out bikinis so I
was already familiar with the general layout. Glancing at my watch, Rod
could be getting back any time now depending on the traffic so I needed to
get myself moving if I was going to be ready when he returned.
My plan was simple yet elegant - strip naked, lay on Bambi’s bed in some
obscene pose and let him take me. Preparation was easy - I just stripped
down and left my clothes on the top of the dresser, keeping on my heels. I
forget what older Hollywood actress said it, but the quote was something
like, “When I come home alone the first thing I take off are my heels. When
I come home with a man, the last thing I take off are my heels.”
I debated as to whether to lay on top of the covers or pull the covers down
and lay on the sheets. If this had been a hotel room the decision was a no-
brainer as lord only knew what had been done on the comforter and it probably
hadn’t been washed in years. In this case I wasn’t worried about the covers
and while I was doing this to turn on her dad, I didn’t think it was all that
wise to rub it in his daughter’s face which is what literally we’d be doing
if we messed up her sheets.
Laying back on her bed naked I wondered how many boys had fucked Bambi in
this very bed or if she only did them away from home. If nothing else I
would have bet my year’s paycheck that she had laid in this very same spot
and masturbated lately. I started to play with myself when I heard the door
opening to the garage - Rod was home (or at least he better be).
Now that I knew he was back I got more serious with my masturbating, trying
to get myself worked up well before he showed up so we could get straight to
it - as if I needed all that much more encouragement. My pussy was already
soaked an I had to believe the odor would be unmistakable when he entered the
room.
“Holy shit!” I heard and for the briefest of moments I had this nightmarish
vision that it wasn't Rod but instead Jackie had come home early. God, how
would I ever explain myself? Amazing how many thoughts can through you mind
in the space of a second or two.
Then he entered the room and all was OK.
“Looks like somebody got started without me?” he chuckled, unbuttoning his
shirt.
“Don't worry, there’s plenty left for you,” I teased back.
Rod was pulling off his shorts when it was like he finally recognized what
room we were in.
“Really Kelly, you want to do this in her room?” he asked although I got the
idea he wasn't all that concerned.
As he made his way to the edge of the bed I grinned and answered with, “Don’t
call me Kelly... I want you to call me Bambi.”
“Oh you’ve got to be kidding,” he chuckled but at the same time he didn't
protest, “OK Bambi, so you want your daddy top fuck you now?”
Well, he picked up on the concept quickly, I had to give him credit for that.
“Oh daddy... I’ve been wanting you for so long now... please do me.”
I wasn't sure if Bambi was into dirty talk or not so I sort of ran the middle
ground until Rod took the lead.
“You little fucking slut, your daddy’s gonna show you how a real man fucks
you.”
Well, THAT certainly showed me!
My expectations were that he would want to grope and fondle me for a while,
maybe let me suck his dick and then perhaps even eat my pussy before we
actually had sex. I guess I hadn’t taken into account how long he’d gone
without a good fuck. It also didn't hurt he was already stiff as a steel
pipe, just waiting to enter me.
“I see you’ve already got your cunt good and wet for me you fucking slut,” he
growled as he pushed my legs apart and kneeled between my thighs, “You want
my dick, don’t you? Tell me what you want you dirty little cunt.”
It wasn't really what I wanted but more what he wanted that drove my decision
as to how to answer him. He already had his erection up against my pussy and
was rubbing the head up and down my wet pussy, waiting anxiously for the
words he wanted to hear...
“Fuck me daddy... fuck your little girl... I know you want to so fuck me.”
“Oh you know it baby, Daddy’s dick is ready for you so take it!”
With that he lifted my legs up and over his shoulder, lifting my butt off of
the bed as he lined up his dick and drilled it into me.
“Oh daddy, that feels so good,” I cried out to him. Indeed it did. Damn,
there’s nothing like feeling a man pushing his cock inside of you, filling
your pussy with him, making me feel whole. Rod didn't have the biggest dick
in the world but it didn't matter. It was Bambi’s father’s dick in me. It
was Jackie’s husband’s dick in me. THAT was what mattered most.
“Oh yeah, daddy’s fucking that hot little fourteen year-old pussy. You’ve
had enough boy cock, it’s time for a REAL man’s dick in you.
I was thrilled as it was just having this married horny father fuck me so the
fact it was rushed and lacking any foreplay didn't bother me at all.
Sometimes just plain old fucking is what I need and this was one of those
times. Nothing fancy, nothing special, just a hard dick drilling me fast and
deep.
After a while Rod had me twist over on my belly and then he fucked me from
behind, followed soon after that by a cowgirl ride - both front and rear-
facing. I loved sitting on his dick, our eyes locked on one another as I
ground my bare ass into his hairy crotch. The look on his face as he fucked
me was priceless. Was he imagining it was his daughter sitting on him as
they lay on her bed?
In the end Rod wanted back on top, this time with my legs wrapped around him
as he pumped my pussy.
It was all for him so it didn't matter to me what I said. While I don’t ever
want to have a baby conceived by my father, that didn't mean a lot of fathers
didn’t feel that way about their daughters so I took a shot and hoped for the
best. Turns out Rod had those feelings as well - in spades.
“Cum in me daddy... I want your baby daddy!” I begged him.
“Oh yeah Bambi, here it comes, I’m going to cum in you..., Oh yeah baby, take
it all! Oh fuck me I can't believe this!”
I felt him thrust extra hard and then hold himself deeply imbedded inside of
me as he began to pump me full of his “incestuous” cum. Actually it was more
like “adulterous” cum but that was MY fantasy, not his.
Over and over he unloaded inside of me and I was starting to wonder if he was
ever going to quit! Finally he pulled out and rolled over on his back next
to me, groaning and moaning. I could feel his cum running out of me and down
to my ass where I knew it was probably forming a wet spot on Bambi’s
comforter. Oh well, hopefully by the time her party was over and she made it
home it would be dry again. If it wasn’t then so what, it wasn't like she
didn't know what sperm was and smelled like.
Mmmmmmm, his spent dick looked so awesome in the natural light, wet and
glistening with our juices. I HAD to suck it and so I got up and leaned over
him, taking his sensitive dick in my mouth and tasting the unique flavor.
“God that feels so good,” he sighed dramatically, “Don’t stop.”
For a moment I thought he might recover but it was soon obvious he was
packing a single shot but that was OK with me. Mission accomplished so far
as I was concerned.
All in all the sex itself wasn’t all that great but to be honest, it wasn’t
the sex per se that I was after. I mean, if all I wanted was to get laid I
have plenty of options available. Noooooo, I wanted the horny father with
the hot daughter who was frustrated with both of the women in his life - one
for not giving him the sex he deserved, the other for not knowing he even
wanted sex.
“You know Kelly, I DID cheat on Jackie once before,” he said as if he felt
the need to confess his sins to me now. “It was early in our marriage but
she caught me and swore she would take me to the cleaners if I ever did it
again. I’ve never even touched another women since then... until now of
course.”
Big deal so far as I was concerned but if it made him feel better to get it
off his chest then so be it. I was thinking of other things...
“So are you going to fuck Bambi next?” I asked. I knew the answer already
but it never hurt to ask.
“Hell no!” he insisted, “THAT’s never going to happen but it was great to do
her through you.”
Once I had his dick cleaned off I rose up to kiss him but he pulled away. I
almost laughed but then it was just a natural male reaction. So few guys will
kiss me after a BJ and even fewer after they cum in my mouth. It’s sort of
funny in that they expect me to eat it and love it but they won’t even take a
taste.
Chapter 6 - A Bridge Too Far
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Another of my “rules” is that I do it once with a guy like Rod and then never
again. Well, seeing as how I would be going to their house twice a week for
another month it was going to be all but impossible to say no - and frankly I
didn't WANT to. Thus it became our little routine where I would hang around
after the lesson until Bambi left for whatever reason and then we’d fuck
somewhere in the house. My only disappointment was we never did it while she
was home but then you can’t have everything.
What I really wanted was for Rod to take me out on a date or otherwise take
me out on the town and fuck me someplace more public, even if it was just a
motel room. So far he’s been hung up about getting caught so it’s only been
at his house but her lessons won’t last forever and then what? I knew the
answer - it would all end, but that didn't mean we couldn't have as much fun
as possible now.
Oh well, sometimes guys just can’t go out of their comfort zone but at least
I tried to talk him into it.
I’m sure Bambi knows something is going on but she has been rather discreet.
She DID confide in me that her dad was planning to take her to the doctor for
birth control pills.
Lastly, I still haven’t told Steve about any of all this. I know we’re
suppose to tell each other everything we do, at least sexually, but I have
been viewing this as my own little private affair which makes it all the
hotter for me. Besides, it’s not like Steve doesn’t get enough of my pussy
now as it is!
THE END
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