Subject:    Unexpected Incest (MF, Mg, oral, incest)
Diary Date: June 3, 2011
Author:     Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>

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                                   !!!WARNING!!!!

This file is a work of fiction containing sexually explicit material which may 
include depictions of underage, nonconsensual and unprotected sex as well as 
incest and adultery. It is not intended to implicate any person or action by 
them or me, nor advocate such practices. If you can't separate fantasy from 
reality, get professional help - FAST!

The material is distributed as "For Adults Only" and possession by a minor is 
strictly forbidden.  If you are not legally empowered to be in possession of 
this material, do not read it and delete it immediately.

This work is copyrighted �2011 to the author. It may be posted with the 
permission of the editor to non-commercial "free" sites, or in the "free" area 
of commercial sites so long as no changes are made to the content AND the 
author/editor information is retained.

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Although I wrote this to stand on its own as much as possible, it might help to 
understand things better if you read my previous diary entries at 
https://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Kelly85/.  The "About Me" directory also has a 
lot more information about me as well if you're interested.

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 
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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 
na�ve 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 use 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 had 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 
na�ve 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
====================================

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 mater 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 clich� 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 na�ve 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 fianc�'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 fianc�'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 while 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 fianc�'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 gong 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 wanting 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!  Ho 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, the 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 is 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, 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 can join us you know,� John offered as he put his arm around his 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, att 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 he 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.  She 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 myself 
said.  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 incrfedibly 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 it�s 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 noting 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, na�ve 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 her 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 it�s 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 fianc�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 as 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 
coarse 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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