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Crystal - By Mack the Knife
   Two - At The Mall
   We ate a quick dinner at McDonald's scarfing down a burgers, fries, and
shakes.  We didn't speak much, the place was crowded and noisy, we just ate
and moved on.  In the car from the fast food joint to the mall, Crystal
piped in.  "I hate to ask for more than just a swimsuit, dad, but I need
some panties, too.  My old ones are getting kinda worn out."
   A twinge of guild struck me.  Jennifer had managed the clothes shopping
for the family, and I wasn't very good at taking up that slack.  I managed
reasonably well to keep her clothed, but never thought of the little
things, like panties.  I nodded to her, smiling.  "Of course, I think we
can manage to afford some."
   She put her hand on my bare leg, sending a jolt through my body.  "Can I
get some nice ones?" She asked, her eyes full of major `I want.' "Like form
Victoria's." She always left off the second word of Victoria's Secret. 
This was a holdover from her mother, also, who had said often that
Victoria's Secret was she was a slut.
   That brought to mind my only `problem' with my wife.  I think she
cheated on me.  I never knew for sure, but there were unexplained absences.
Friends would say they saw her somewhere with other men.  And there were
even occasional small withdrawals from our bank account with no apparent
reason.  Don't mistake me, Jennifer gave me more loving than I could
possibly handle.  To tell the truth I had to tell her no more than she told
me, thinking of it I don't remember her ever telling me no.  If she was on
her monthly, she would give me head, and seemed to be happy with that.  She
liked to give oral from all I could tell, many times she would do it
unbidden, and even interrupt normal sex to finish off with a blowjob.  No,
I had no complaints.  But there were always those niggling doubts, and the
small sense of betrayal.  After Crystal had been born, she seemed to settle
down a lot, but still seemed to stray a bit.
   "What's wrong, dad?" Crystal asked after a few minutes of my silence. 
She was looking at me with those big green eyes.
   I shook my head a little.  "Nothing, angel.  I was just thinking of your
mom." I said, trying to smile heartily.
   She put the hand back on my thigh.  "I know you miss her daddy." She
said, patting my leg.  "I miss her, too."
   I managed to keep from crying, but I did well up a bit.  Dad being
comforted by his daughter.  That's role-reversal if I've ever seen it.  Her
hand stopped patting me, but stayed on my thigh, moving slightly with the
bouncing of the car on bumps and even a little when the ride was smooth,
like a miniature massage.  It felt good, if somewhat warm.  Crystal was
always hot to the touch, her mother had been to.  She claimed that the
women in her clan always ran a bit hot, then she'd leer at me and say. 
"Like a sports car, so we can be driven fast and hard." Every little
movement sent a tiny spark up my leg to my brain, then back down to my
dick. I wasn't sure that was a very appropriate response to my daughter's
touch, but it's the one I got.  My cock was rock hard by the time we got to
the mall and I had to `adjust' before getting out.
   Crystal giggled as I did so, saying.  "I'm sure glad I don't got one of
those things to have to keep track of."
   I gave her a mocking resentful look.  "Knowing you, you'd loose it,
anyways." I retorted.
   We walked into the mall and made for Swim `n' Sport.  We made it there
with only about six side stops into other stores, mostly clothing.  We
managed to avoid buying anything, though until we got to the swimwear shop.
Inside she rifled the racks of swim suits, trying to find some she liked,
that she thought I would approve.  She came up to me with three.  A blue
bikini, a white one-piece, and a hot orange bikini.  We walked back to the
fitting rooms and I stood at the end of the little hall as she went down
and dodged into one of the curtained cubbies.  She was humming happily as
she changed.
   A few seconds later, her hand emerged from the curtain, holding a pair
of panties.  "See?" She asked me.
   I peered down the hall and saw what she meant about her panties being `a
bit worn.' They really did look rough.  My initial twinge of guilt came on
full force.  Young ladies shouldn't have to wear such tatty clothes, you
mean man, I chided myself.  "Wow, you're right, angel.  We'll definitely
have to get you new ones, today, too." I answered.  The panties were
withdrawn unto the cubby hole.
   Crystal emerged from the cubby a few moments later, wearing the blue
bikini.  It was a smidgen more revealing that I would have liked, with a
rather thin crotch area that showed her pelvis off rather much.  The back
was ample, though, and the top covered well, also.  I approved it, despite
its flagrant display of her groin, since I imagine most others would do
that, and then also have no ass covering.  She hustled back into the
changing cubby, sliding the curtain behind her.  This time, the curtain
didn't close all the way, leaving a small gap where I could see her moving.
I tried to not watch her, honestly, but my eyes kept going back to the
slit. I saw her bare ass move by, then she turned giving me a pretty good
shot of her privates.  They were very smooth, showing only a cleft from
this angle, with a tiny patch of thin brown hairs above it.  I felt my dick
shift again, and swell.  I was going to have to calm down.  Crystal was
just now blooming and I was already having these sorts of problems?  How
bad would it be when she seriously started being a woman?  She bend over
and pulled the white one-piece on.  She slid back the curtain and emerged,
modeling it for me.  It covered nicely, but was of some very slick and
sheer material.  I could even make out the goose bumps on her belly from
the mall's air-conditioning.  Her privates were delineated perfectly
through the thin cloth, and I could even see the out ring of the areola
around her somewhat perked up nipples.
   "It's a tan-through." She informed me happily.  "I'd really love this
one, daddy." She said, spinning to show me the whole suit.  It covered her
ass nicely, showing only about half of each globe's outer side.
   I nodded approval and she bounced in place a second before going back
into the changing room.  She shut the cubby completely this time.  She came
back out with the orange bikini on.  It was a Thong!  I was shaking my head
and giving her a stern look before she got halfway down the hall.  She
caught my eye and backed up the hallway to the cubby.  She popped out
again, dressed this time.  She put the orange suit on the rack and held up
the other two.  "I can't pick, daddy.  You choose." She said.  Holding them
both before my eyes.
   I pondered a moment.  I wasn't nuts about either of them, they showed
off more skin that I thought my angel should be displaying.  "I can't,
darling." Then I came up with the `man's compromise.' "Why don't we buy
both of them for you?"
   She emitted a tiny squeal and jumped in place again.  We paid for them
and headed out of the store.  I watched the boys as we walked through the
mall, they were seriously checking my little girl out.  Some of them even
craned their necks to watch her as she went behind them.  "Seems the boys
here like the cut of your gibs." I commented.
   She glanced around and replied.  "Boys, they like the cut of anyone's
`gibs.' She snorted a little.  "Besides, why would it matter, I'm here with
the most important man in my life." She smiled brightly, grabbing my arm
and holding it as we walked.
   I smiled, too.  Crystal was a great daughter.  Most girls her age were
ashamed of their `old man' and would go to great lengths to avoid anyone
seeing them together.  My angel didn't seem to have this problem, at all,
she gripped my arm and smiled at people as they walked by.  She even
noticed a couple of women checking me out.  "Don't look now, but there's a
few sharks in the water for daddy, too." She said quietly.
   I glanced about and saw a woman in her late twenties watching me go by.
Our eyes met for a second and she actually smiled a little.  Well, I
suppose dad's got a little of `it' left, after all.  Crystal noticed the
exchange and clenched my arm tighter, she looked up at me a bit askance. 
"Don't get no ideas, big man, you've got a date tonight." She said.  She
flipped a glance over her shoulder at the attractive blonde who I had made
eye contact with.  "Besides, she's probably a gold-digger or something."
She said.  Her voice carried a tone of hostility that was rather
uncharacteristic for my daughter.  When I looked down, she was smiling
happily again.
   We finally came to Victoria's Secret.  I pulled out my wallet and
managed to unwrap Crystal from my left arm.  I dug into it and retrieved
five twenties.  "Here angel." I said, holding out the cash.  "Get what you
want, but no thongs!" I admonished.
   Crystal snatched the money like a pit viper, and then vanished into the
store.  I wouldn't set foot in there, not unless I had to.  I felt like a
pervert just looking into the store.  Last time I had been in a Victoria's
Secret was about six years ago, to buy my wife something gauzy for her
birthday, and my present.  Going in there with my daughter would just not
be right.  I wandered across the concourse to the Radio Shack and browsed
the gadgets there, satisfying my geek side.
   After about a half hour, Crystal's voice pierced the Muzak coming over
the `Shack's' speakers.  She was approaching me holding out her prize, a
rather small-looking sack.  I suppose panties are compact items, but it
seemed rather paltry for a hundred dollars.  "I got ten pairs!" she said
excitedly.  "They had some on sale." I figured ten would suffice for a
while and let that go.  She grabbed my arm again but this time draped it
over her shoulder, putting her near arm under mine and around my waist,
with a finger through my belt loop.  With that, we left the mall.
   It was dark by the time we got back to the house.  Crystal made for her
room, and I headed to the living room.  I started to watch JAG.  About ten
minutes later, she came bounding down the stairs, wearing only a pair of
apparently new panties and a half-top.  She was smiling brightly, and her
eyes were virtually glowing.  The panties were a color match for her eyes.
Some shimmery satiny material that flexed and creased when she moved,
causing light to play over the shiny surface.
   I raised an eyebrow at her approach.  "You haven't come down like that
in a while." I said.  Eyeing the panties.
   "I had ugly panties, then, and they had, er, holes in them." She
retorted.  "These are worth showing off." She walked to directly in front
of me and spun around, modeling them.
   I had to admit, they were cute.  High cut on the sides, with just a thin
strip of elastic at the tops of them, then plunging in the front to just
above her pubic patch.  In the back, they covered about like her old
bathing suit, leaving a couple of inches of butt crack over the top and
showing about two thirds of each butt cheek.  The cloth was stretched taut
over her body, and showed off what was under nicely.  I thought at first
that she was having a `crack attack' in the rear, as I could see a black
line up her backside, but no, the cloth was somewhat transparent, and I
realized I was seeing her butt crack.  In the front, I could barely make
out a darkening where her pubic hair was, and the cleft of her pussy was
vaguely visible.
   I decided they were a bit risque, but not excessively.  I said "Those
are very cute on you." She giggled and bounced a bit then went to the other
end of the couch, and sat on the arm.  "You know.  I forget sometimes that
you girls are different from us boys.  If you ever think you need
something, let me know.  I mean, you're a young woman now, obviously," I
eyed her panties.  "and I won't always remember that.  But if you'll remind
me, sometimes, I'll take care of whatever you need." I concluded.  I looked
back at the TV set and didn't see the attack.
   Suddenly, the world was spinning before my eyes.  Crystal had
blind-sided me!  I fell onto my side as she landed on top of me, pinning my
arms beneath me and between me and her.  She bear hugged me, as hard as she
could, squeezing me with her arms and legs.  "I love you, daddy." She said
into my ear.  I basked in the warmth of her affection.  I figured enjoy it
while I could, she wouldn't be like this forever.
   Her body was pretty warm though, and actually felt good there, just
heating my side and arm.  She laid there for a good ten seconds before she
started to sit up.
   As she shifted her weight off my upper body, her crotch came down on the
back of my hand.  It was wet.  Not just wet, soaked.  And it was extremely
hot to the touch.  She got her legs under her, putting her right foot on
the floor and squatting her left foot onto the couch.  I was getting a
serious hard on now.  She started to stand and I jerked my hand out from
under her as soon as the weight came off.
   Crystal looked down at me, and her face went from happy contentment to
shocked horror instantly.  Before I could so much as move, she bolted
across the room and curled up in the chair, crying.
   What the hell had just happened.  I looked down at my hand that had been
under her crotch.  The back of my palm was glistening with her juices.  I
looked with worry over at my daughter.  She was shaking with the sobs I
could hear coming from her.
   I stood up and walked over toward her.
   "No.  You don't need to come to me." She peered up with one eye.  There
are girls who are beautiful when they cry, Crystal will never be one of
those.  "I saw you were disgusted with me touching you."
   "What!" I blurted.  "Disgusted with you?" I was a bit stunned.
   "I saw that expression, just for a second, of disgust, you think I'm a
slut or something, don't you?" She rattled out between the sobs.
   I blinked a few times.  "A slut?" I said.  "What the hell made you think
that?"
   She raised her head, her face was swollen from the crying, and her hair
was wet and tangled now.  "I got excited." She explained.  "You felt my
wet." Crystal pointed at my hand, where her fluids still glistened.  She
sniffed mightily.  "Then you jerked your hand away with a look of disgust."
   "Um.  You're mistaken, angel." I said.  "If you saw disgust, it wasn't
at you, it was at myself."
   "Huh?" She said, looking incredulous.  "That makes no damn sense." She
shook her head slowly.
   I put on a half-smile.  "If you could have read my mind, you would have
looked at me the same way." I said, quietly.
   She sat up fully now.  "Why would I get disgusted?  What were you
thinking?" She asked.
   I thought for a second, how to say it, how to not scare her?
   "What were you thinking?" She repeated, a demanding tone in her voice.
Well, I could only either lie, and she wouldn't believe me, or tell the
truth and maybe she never trusts me, anyway.
   I sighed deeply.  "I was thinking, well, I was wondering, actually, what
it would feel like to fuck you." I leaned forward a bit and raised my
eyebrows.
   Her eyes widened for just a second before they went back to normal.  She
smiled wanly.  "Oh." She said.  She looked down, then raised her eyes back
to mine, they were normal again, but with a little fire in them.  "I
figured you had thoughts like that before now." She said, matter-of-factly.
"I mean, don't most guys, even dads?"
   "Perhaps." I nodded.  "But not usually while their daughter is squatting
over them, and in a state of, well, arousal."
   Crystal forced out a giggle.  "Personally, I would think that thoughts
like that happen a lot if a situation comes up with people in those
positions." She unfolded from the chair and stood before me.  "If it makes
you feel better.  You thinking that doesn't disgust me, it makes you
normal. And for your news, I've wondered how it would feel for you to fuck
me, too." She picked the remote up off the floor where I had dropped it
when she tackled me.  "More than once." she said, when our eyes met and she
handed me back the remote.  She started walking towards the stairs.  She
fired one last shot over the bow.  "And, that's just today." She said, as
she went down the hall.
   I stood there.  What just happened?  I looked up the stairs, where
Crystal had gone.  I blinked, and shut down the TV.  My erection had left
me, mercifully.  So, I was just confused, instead of horny and confused.  I
decided I wasn't dropping this that easily, and went up the stairs.  She
was lying on her bed, on her belly, reading something.  When I came into
the doorway she looked over at me.  "Hmm?" She hummed.
   "I thought we should talk some more." I said.  "That was kind of a
bombshell you dropped down there." I explained.
   "Sorry, but I was just using your word for it, I would have said `make
love.'" She pointed out and apologized in one delivery.  She marked her
place in the book and put it on her night stand.  She half rolled to her
side, and hiked one leg ninety degrees to the other, and propped her head
on her fist.
   I sat in her desk's chair and regarded her.  "That's not what I meant."
I explained.  "I was meaning the whole thing." I gestured as if I had a
large sphere in both hands.  "Like how people often think about things they
don't really intend to do."
   She nodded.  "I know that, dad." She looked into my eyes, and I would
have sworn that they flashed.  "But what if you do mean it, and want to do
it?"
   "Uh." I stammered.  "Well, depending on what it is.  Um.  You might be
able to do something about it.  Um.  Assuming its something that should be
done, you know?" My eyes, traitorous orbs that they were, slid down her
body and came to rest on her panties.  I could see the moisture now,
darkening the crotch.  My own cock jolted at that, growing rapidly into a
full-blown hardon.  "You are a smart girl, you know what you should and
shouldn't do." I concluded that little ineffectual lecture.  I finally
managed to tear my eyes from her juice-slicked panties, bringing them back
up to her eyes.  She was smiling now, but only a tiny bit.  The eyes were
still watching mine, though, she had watched me gawking at her crotch and
wasn't the least bit upset.  The eyes were disturbing, though, something
feral was there behind them, and it was guided by my daughter's formidable
intellect and wit.
   "I do know what I should and shouldn't do, but do you know what I should
and shouldn't do?" She said, her eyes boring into my skull.  "Perhaps some
people have differing views on it."
   She was using some of the psycho-babble she had picked up in the shrink
books she consumed.  "No." I said.  "There are some absolutes.  Some things
just aren't meant to be done.  Period." I said, trying in vain to make my
voice sound firm, though it came out more desperate sounding than anything
else.
   "Okay, dad.  I'll go with that." Crystal said, as if conceding that the
world is indeed round.  "But you have to acknowledge that if something
isn't quite what one thinks, it changes all the rules, okay?" At the end of
that line she regarded me with those piercing green eyes like she was
trying to flay the meat off my head to get a straight shot at my brain.
   I stood up, trying to get away from those eyes.  "Yeah, I can deal with
that proviso, councilor." I said, trying to smile.  What did this little
girl know that I didn't?  Her argument was too pat, she knew to have that
line ready and delivered it and I had agreed to it.  I went back to the
living room and watched a bit more late-night Friday television.
   I decided to get an early start on tomorrow, and headed to bed.  As I
passed Crystal's room, I saw she was asleep, with her blanket kicked off
like usual.  She was only half covered by the sheets.  One leg was hanging
out and the sheet didn't start to cover her side until almost her armpit.
She wasn't wearing panties.  The green ones were laying on the night stand,
a rumpled emerald pile.  Since when did she go commando to bed?  With the
door open?  My mind was a bit in a turmoil, and I decided to leave it alone
for now.
   I went into my room, stripped and laid down.  I stared a while at the
ceiling.  Flashes of Crystal masturbating on the deck chair.  Crystal
changing into the swimsuit and seeing her bare cunt.  Crystal rubbing her
slit on my hand.  I brought that hand to my nose.  There was a faint, but
definitely female smell there.  My cock was hard as a iron rod.  I reached
a hand down and stroked it.  I could feel the veins on it.  Wow, this was
one of my old `Jenny Boners' I got those when I made love to Jennifer.  My
dick would get so hard I would have sworn it was an inch longer and a half
inch thicker than normal.  Jennifer had measured it once and pronounced it
seven and a quarter and two inches wide.  Then proceeded to give me
magnificent head.  I pulled on it jerking it hard, loving the feel of its
solid hardness in my hand.  I hadn't had a lover since Jennifer.  Didn't
even know that I wanted one, honestly.  I grunted as I came, pulling the
sheets down to prevent a mess on them.  As my cock started to finally wilt,
I grabbed up my polo shirt and cleaned myself off.
   Having just had a very nice orgasm.  I drifted off to sleep.  Perhaps I
dreamt of Jennifer.
  
Crystal - Part 02