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Daddy's Little Helpers Ch. 01

By: Zeke503



One - Procurer, Pimp or Public Service 

It was one of the few things that I had tried, that I just couldn't do on my own since my accident. Whenever I wanted to get in the hot tub, I was supposed to put a plastic bag over my cast to keep it dry. I just couldn't get a good seal around my arm above the cast with just one hand. 

I guess I should explain a little. About a month ago, I was just starting a shower before my oldest daughter was coming over to discuss some legal papers I needed to handle, when the phone rang. Since I wasn't wet yet, except for my feet, I jumped out to answer thinking she may be canceling coming over, but it was my second daughter who had an issue to discuss. So I told her to call my youngest daughter and have her come over too and we could all go out for a meal. 

When I went to get back in the shower, I slipped. Well, I was of course nude for the shower, and my daughters were the first ones to find me. It was a little embarrassing when I noticed that they hadn't covered me up at all and were all getting a full view of their old man. I broke my forearm, cracked a rib, and had major bruising down one side of my body. I had also put a goose egg on my head from the fall and so had gone to the hospital for the cast and a night of observation. 

While there, I had drifted off from some pain medication, and when I had awakened, it was to hear my daughters having a discussion about my package and the waste of it no longer being used since my wife had passed about 2 years earlier. I just kept silent and listened to their discussion until one noticed a movement I made and broke up the discussion. I hadn't known that my wife had told my one daughter the story of the use of my skills that my wife had found quite a few years earlier. 

She had started a women's business club and one of her friends in the club had needed some help breaking out of a destructive relationship. My job had been to help the girl re-discover her self-esteem and get out of that abusive relationship. My daughters didn't know that my wife had me provide that service to quite a few other friends of hers over the years since then, at least until shortly before I lost her. 

When that happened, I pretty much lost interest in anything that wasn't something needed by my daughters. Even though Barb is 30 and Lexie and Sophie are both in their mid-twenties, we are pretty close. One or more of them call just about every day, and I see them either separately or together just about every week. In fact, Barb comes over each Friday evening since my accident so I can get in the hot tub and she can start to relax into her weekend. 

Barb had come over tonight and helped me get the plastic bag on my arm before we hopped in the tub while we talked. She was telling me that we needed to handle some more paperwork that I had in the safety deposit box at her bank. I could drop in on Monday to get the items out of the box so we could process them and sign them so they could be submitted. 

She said the bank examiners were coming in starting Monday also, so she may have to have one of her assistants help me if she had to be with the examiners. We talked a little more about just what papers had to be handled and she said she'd have a listing of which items to pull out of the box just in case she couldn't help me herself. 

Then she said she had almost forgotten; she was supposed to take her assistant out for lunch on Monday for her anniversary at the bank. She asked if I could make it there between 11:00 and 11:30 so I would finish at just about noon and I could carry them off to the Chinese restaurant out on the bypass, so she wouldn't have to take the extra time to do the parking thing, in and out of the garages and such. She said she'd spring for my lunch if I'd act as chauffeur; of course she knew I wouldn't turn her down. 

When Barb started telling me that Janet, the assistant she was taking to lunch was her same age and that she was a pretty attractive girl, I knew that this was the first attempt to get me out of my monk's existence and maybe help out one of her co-workers in the process. Of course I didn't tell Barb that I knew about the plan that she and her sisters had for me. I would just go along with what they planned as they revealed it. Hey, it had been two years and even though I had loved my wife Caroline more than anyone else on the planet, that long of a dry spell was starting to get on my nerves. Hell, Caroline would have been yelling at me to get out there a year ago. 

So there I was on Monday morning, shaved and showered and dressed in business casual, waiting at my house until time to leave for the bank so I would arrive at the correct time. I thought back to Sunday afternoon when my Daughter Lexie, the orthopedic nurse, had stopped in to take a quick look at my cast and to have a little talk. It seems that she had talked with Barb on Saturday and although she said she probably shouldn't pass on the information, she thought that I should know. It seems that Janet, Barb's assistant, had just gone through a bad breakup with her boyfriend and she suggested that I should be extra nice to Janet when I saw her. 

I couldn't resist teasing Lexie a little. "Now Lexie, you know that I don't ever lie to anyone about anything when I talk with them. I will be nice to Janet because she is Barb's co-worker, but I won't be extra nice to her if I don't find her to be nice and interesting too... Of course, I haven't met a woman yet who I didn't find nice and interesting." 

"Oh, Daddy, you got me there. I thought you were going to tell me to butt out. I know that you treat every woman you meet as though she were a queen. It was silly of me to think you needed to be reminded to be nice. Everyone I know has told me one time or another that you were the best man they had ever seen." 

So I arrived and met with Barb at just about 11:20 and she walked me to the vault area to let me get my box. But before we could turn the keys to remove my box, an assistant came running in to tell Barb that there was another question from the examiners. Barb turned to me and said that everything had just been crazy this morning. It seemed that one of the examiners had found some problem first thing even before the bank opened, and the bank president had sent out a memo that any question that an examiner had, must be answered immediately. She had been interrupted three times already today to provide assistance. 

Barb introduced Janet and asked if Janet could help while she ran to resolve this latest crisis. Of course, she said she would get back as quickly as she could. So this was the girl I was supposed to be nice to... It wouldn't be any problem at all. Janet was dressed in a pretty light-blue button up blouse with a dark blue knee length skirt. She was about an inch shorter than me in her low black heels. Her hair was shoulder length with a slight reddish cast and her smile was warm and genuine, not just professional courteous.

When Janet noticed my cast, she offered to help me carry my box into the private room that the bank had for the box owner to access their box. Policy required the employee to leave the room after helping the owner put the box on the table unless the owner requested assistance of some kind. Since my cast covered most of my hand and up just past my elbow, I asked if Janet would stay and help me pull out certain of the papers for removal since trying to sort through one handed would have taken me twice as long. So she flipped through the envelopes reading the labels as I looked at my listing for those I needed to pull. 

We finished in just under 20 minutes and as I was thanking her for her assistance and we were returning the box to the vault, Barb showed up having finished resolving another false crisis. Barb asked if I could still drive her and Janet to their lunch date and said that they could be ready to go in just about 5 minutes if I wanted to get my car and meet them at the front door of the bank. So I headed out to bring the car around. Just as Janet and Barb were about to get in the car, another assistant came running out and called Barb for another question. 

"Dad, would you mind going ahead and taking Janet out to lunch? I promised her lunch today but it looks like I won't have a chance to go now. I'd really appreciate it and I'll pay you back, with interest, ha, ha, ha, please..." 

"Okay, okay, I never turn down the chance to have a meal with a lovely lady. I promise I'll bring her back by 1:00 if I must, so you won't have to punish her for tardiness; that is if she still wants to go?" 

"Oh yes, thank you Barb and Mr. Stroker, I have to have some kind of lunch, but we don't have to go all that way if you don't want to. We can just catch a quick lunch someplace closer and cheaper." 

Barb said we could decide where to eat and when to get back as she ran back into the bank with the other assistant.

"Well, I already have my car out of the parking garage so we might as well go to someplace that you would like to eat and I know that the food is excellent at the Chinese restaurant that Barb had picked out. But if you'd prefer something else, I know a lot of restaurants... Italian, French, Greek, American, Indian, I even know where there is a decent Russian restaurant, here in town. And by the way, while we are at lunch, please just call me Jason, Mr. Stroker was my father, and I don't feel that old, yet..." 

"Okay, Jason, I do love Chinese food, that's why Barb selected that restaurant. I haven't been able to go there lately, my ex-boyfriend didn't like Chinese and so he wouldn't take me there, he always insisted on someplace where he could get hamburgers, hot dogs, or chicken sandwiches." 

While we talked, I was driving us to the restaurant... I had noticed that the top button on her blouse was no longer closed. 

"He is a fool for not taking you to places you selected at least half the time. I can see why he is an 'ex' now. I think you need to forget about him and the time that you spent with him, after all, that time is now, all in the past. And you are such a pretty woman that I'm sure there are lines of guys waiting to ask you out." 

"Oh, not really, Jason, at least not as far as I can tell. I don't know of anyone who wants to take me out on a date. I don't know if I'm putting out a damaged goods vibe or just don't see any interest from the guys I meet or what." 

"Well, Janet, if I was 10 or 15 years younger, I'd certainly be trying to get you to go on a date with me. But since you are the same age as Barb, I'm old enough to be your father. And you deserve someone less aged than that to spend your life with. 

"But come to think of it... Let's treat this as though it is a date and we can see if you do have a damaged vibe. I know I will definitely enjoy pretending that you could be interested in me." 

We had arrived at the restaurant and I parked the car and came around to open her door. I hadn't expected it, but when she turned to get out, she let me catch a glimpse up her skirt almost all the way to her panties. I had slipped into a dating mindset and that little bit of playfulness had caused me to start feeling a stirring in my pants. I wasn't sure if it was planned or an accident. I'd have to be careful not to push until I found out if she was flirting or just distracted. 

As we walked into the restaurant, I noticed several groups of other diners, including a couple groups of men who were waiting to be seated or who were on their way out. I noticed that some of them turned and watched as we walked past towards our table. I'd have to ask Janet if she noticed that when I had the chance. 

When we arrived at the table and Janet turned back around to me, I noticed that a second button was undone. This looked like she was actively participating in the date adventure and I couldn't help but smile even more. 

This restaurant has a unique eating arrangement. There is soup, salad and appetizers available as though it is a buffet, but you order the main course by turning on a small lantern on your table. So you can take as short or as long a time as you like before ordering an entrée, or you can just eat from the buffet items without ordering anything more. 

I asked Janet if she would be allowed to have some wine or a mixed drink with her lunch since she was still supposed to return to work for the afternoon. She said that when she went out for her last anniversary, her boss had ordered drinks, and they had ended up not going back after lunch. She then confided that Barb had told her that it was going to be the same way this year, that she could take the rest of the day off if she was enjoying herself; of course, that was before they knew that the auditing examiners were going to be a problem. 

"Well, we aren't trying to get you drunk so maybe we'll just have a drink or two with our meal, but I think that we won't have to rush through our meal unless you feel some pressing need to get back, or to go do something else. When I take a pretty woman out for a meal, I expect her to order whatever she would like to eat, so don't get a cheap meal just for my benefit, and I am not going to let your boss pay for it so don't scrimp on Barb's behalf, either." 

We ordered a wine each while we went to load up a plate for some appetizers. I didn't want to be too full or bloated when we finished so I took just a tad more on my plate than she put on her own plate. I was sure that she knew that the amount I took was not a full meal for me and so she would know that I intended for us to get an entrée and sides also. We ordered another drink with our entrees, my personal limit when I am driving.

I wasn't sure how much Barb had told Janet about my background and current life situation, but it must have been enough that Janet didn't need to ask too much personal info of me, but not too much that I was a totally known commodity either. We had a conversation pretty much like any two people having a first date would have, well, maybe a second date since we skipped the first little awkward part; or maybe it was just that we aren't 18 anymore and so we have a little more self-confidence, more social presence. 

There was just one more little spot of awkwardness, and that was when we were contemplating whether to have dessert. She said her ex-boyfriend wouldn't let her have any desserts, but I quickly said he is gone into the shadows of the past and no longer has to be considered. And that was the end of that. We each had a serving of sherbert. 

Janet insisted that she had to call Barb to be sure that she could still take the rest of the day, and when Barb said yes, Janet said she was free for the day. I told her I knew where there was a hot tub that no one was using if she would be interested. She said that it would be awful to let it go to waste. As we got in the car, I got another flash of thigh and I also noticed that another button was undone on her blouse, giving a little more than a hint of cleavage. 

When we arrived at my place, I gave her the five cent tour, starting with the pool and hot tub area so I could get the cover off and start the heater and Jacuzzi attachments. Next stop was the wine cellar to pick a bottle in case we wanted a little more eventually. That is when we both 'remembered' that we hadn't gone by her place to pick up a suit for her to wear, oops! Oh well, we are both adults. 

I did get Janet to help me put the plastic bag over my cast and that was all that was being worn into the tub today. I let Janet have the dressing room just inside from the hot tub while I pulled the drinks cart out of the kitchen and over next to the tub. When Janet came out, she had found the linen closet and she brought two of the big fluffy beach towels folded over her arm. She wasn't hiding behind them as she walked over and I was very glad. 

Now I had seen my girls in their bikinis when they came over to get in the pool or tub, but they hadn't been trying to turn on their old dad. Janet was a beautiful sight as she swayed slightly as she approached the tub and I took full advantage of the view. 

No bright white on her boobs or at her waist so she must do some nude tanning. Her breasts didn't droop at all so she wore a bra to make cleavage rather than for needed support. They looked to be about c size and she had quarter to half dollar size areoles with each nipple bumped out about a quarter inch and maybe as big across as the end of her little finger. She had the very definite hour-glass figure that all men love with the flare out to the hips. Her pubic hair was trimmed down to a little design, what looked like three hearts, a slightly larger one at the bottom with a smaller one at the top of each lobe of the bottom one, all together about 3 inches across. When she turned to lay the towels on a lounge chair, I got to see her ass. Just beautiful, looked tight enough to bounce quarters off and just large enough to show where the cheek stopped and the thigh began. When she had bent down slightly, I could tell that she was clean and bald all the way under, a very fine specimen of female pulchritude. 

"Wow! I think I must have done something very good sometime during my life to be treated to this view. I kind of hate to let you get down into the tub; because then I won't be able to keep seeing all of you." 

"Oh, Jason... That is about the most flattering thing I've ever heard. You could really turn a girls head... And if you do, she'll be very happy to be seeing what I see right now too. Now that is how to give a girl a compliment!" 

I couldn't help it, I had a very stiff response to her and I had no way to hide it. Of course, I didn't want to hide my response; I wanted her to see the effect that she had on me. 

I was having a hard time keeping myself from molesting my visitor. I was supposed to be treating her nice, not getting my rocks off at her expense. 

"I... Uh... I... I should help you get into the tub so you don't slip. After all, we came here to relax in the tub a while." 

I put out my hand to take her hand while she stepped into the tub. But she took my hand and with her other hand, she gave me a light stroke on my cock. I couldn't help it. I moaned and shivered. My knees suddenly felt rather weak and I ended up dropping down to sit on the end of the lounger. Janet followed me down but dropped to her knees right in front of me, pushing my knees apart with her arms and keeping her hand on my cock. Her other hand she raised to my face and stroked my cheek before pulling me into a soft but growing kiss. 

My lips just parted to her tongue and her tongue entered my mouth and started a sensuous dance with mine, slipping in on the left and swirling up and over and then out on the right, then back in from below and up the right and back out on the top. It distracted me so thoroughly that I almost didn't notice her hand squeezing and stroking up and down on my cock, until it almost made me explode. But then she shifted and bent down and slid my cock into her mouth. I was straining to keep from coming too fast. 

My hands had automatically shifted to her tits when she had kneeled down and I had been caressing them and lightly stroking and squeezing her nipples until they had become as hard as diamonds. Kind of hard to do with the hand that was in a cast and had a plastic bag covering it, but she didn't seem to mind. When she bent down, my hands slid up to the side of her head and I held her hair back beside her head so I could watch my cock slide in and out of her mouth. It was getting harder and harder to resist, and when she tilted her head back and looked into my eyes and started sucking harder, I just gave up and tried to warn her that I was about to blow. She just sucked even harder, and she was humming and her eyes looked to roll up into her head. 


Daddy's Little Helpers Ch. 01



My first, second and third blasts went pretty much straight down her throat as she had her nose against my stomach. The last and any little extra dribbles, she caught in her mouth and as she pulled back she kept her mouth tight on my cock until it popped out. Then she smiled before she opened her mouth to show me just a little left before she swallowed everything still there. I noticed that she had one hand down between her legs and there was a puddle under her. She must have been strumming her clit while she sucked me and she had managed to make herself squirt. I don't know how I hadn't noticed it as it had been happening... Well, maybe I just hadn't recognized it, after all, I was a little distracted at that time. 

I moved my arms out of the way as she placed her arms across my knees and laid her head on her forearms. I placed my hand on her back and lightly caressed her shoulders and neck. She was humming softly to herself for a minute or so before she lifted her head to look at me again. 

"Hmmmm... So nice... I really enjoyed that." 

"You did... You almost turned me inside out with that. And I didn't even have a chance to do anything for you yet. You have to let me return the favor. But first I need to recover for a while and get some energy back. Then it's my turn to see what I can do to you!" 

"Jason, you did more for me than you can realize. You didn't force me to do anything, and when we started, you didn't seize control and make me do what you wanted done. You didn't grab my head and force it down on your cock and slam into my mouth, down my throat, even if it hurt me. You let me be in control, you let me set the pace. You even tried to warn me when you were ready to come in case I didn't want you shooting in my mouth. 

"I haven't had any control like that in a long time. Now let me talk... My ex-boyfriend was a control freak. It didn't matter whether I wanted sex or not, if he was in the mood, I'd better get there quickly or I'd end up with bruises, he even broke my fingers once when I didn't stroke him the way he wanted as quickly as he wanted. I am free from him now because he got himself sent to prison. I know that not all guys are like that, I mean, I knew it intellectually but now I know it as a fact because of how you have acted here today. 

"For the last month, every time a man got close to me in any situation where I didn't have total control to avoid any intimacy, I would turn into a basket case and run away so fast that the guy had no idea of what had happened. Even if he was just being friendly, not sexual at all, I'd run. It was even starting to affect me at work. I guess that's why Barb wanted me to meet you, to show me that real men still exist and that they are not out to destroy me. 

"I'll tell you what. Let's get into that hot tub and relax for a while, and when you feel rested, you just let me know. I know that you won't hurt me, and I am sure that I will thoroughly enjoy anything that we do together. Now because of your actions, I am not afraid to let you have a turn to see what you can do to me." 

"Janet, not all men are like me, but most men are not like your ex. You have to take a little time and get to know a lot more about a guy before you commit yourself to a long term relationship, but taking that extra time at the start; will make for a very loving and caring situation, one that can last the rest of your life. Now as I said at the beginning of our 'date', I am too old for you; I wouldn't want you having to care for me medically for so many years of your life. You deserve to have someone to share an active life for many years before any medical problems might arise. But I do want the chance to try to show you how much you can enjoy what a man who cares about you can do to make you happy. And even my broken arm won't stop me from that demonstration." 

So we stood up, and I poured us a short drink to savor while we relaxed in the tub. Of course, I had to sit with my one arm out of the tub, but Janet snuggled in so I could put my other arm around her and she could rest her head on my shoulder. 

I had one more idea that I wanted to plant in Janet's head. Not all the time that you were with your 'friend' had to be sexual to be good. So, after we had sat relaxing for a couple minutes, I started pointing out little odd shaped clouds, one that looked oddly enough, like a puppy, and another that looked like a camel. Then she pointed out one that looked remarkable like a house. 

After about 20 minutes, I pointed out one that looked rather like a cock and balls, and told her to compare it to the real thing, and I stood up. She laughed delightedly and I told her to sit up on the edge of the decking that surrounded the tub. I asked her to close her eyes, lie back on her elbows and pull her feet up and put them on the edge of the tub. She did as asked. 

I proceeded to kiss her knees and moved down her thighs towards her pussy. She oohed and aahed until I got right down to her pussy. When I licked up her labia, she jerked and asked what I was doing. I told her I had licked her lips. She asked how I could do that, it was too dirty. I asked if no one had ever done that before and she said never. I told her that anything that two people did together that didn't hurt either of them and was done in a loving manner was not dirty. After all, didn't she take cock into her mouth, why should it be different for a guy to do it to the girl? 

That seemed to make her sit back and think a while, so I proceeded with my ministrations. I licked up one side and down the other several times; then back up until I hit her clit. That's when she exploded. Her hands flew to the side of my head, her eyes opened wide and she stared at my face while her eyes started rolling back into her head. Finally she got her voice back and groaned out a 'YES, YES, YES'. 

When she seemed to be back in control, I took her clit between my lips and flicked it with my tongue. She immediately went into spasms, and when she could talk again, she managed to get out 'Oh my god, oh my god'. When she was more in control again, I put my mouth over her whole pussy and while alternately flicking my tongue into her slit and flicking it on her clit, I began sucking. She started squirting and I sucked down all that I could catch before she started vibrating too hard for me to hold her with just my one arm and hand. 

When she came around, she told me to stop before I killed her. I told her that I would let her rest a while now while I threw together a salad and grilled some steaks and potatoes for dinner. But I wasn't finished yet. When I said that, she got a wild look in her eyes and asked what possibly there could be beyond that? I told her that she would have to trust me a little with some information about her former sex life and I could give her some idea of what else is out there. 

So I helped her up and onto a lounger near the grill so we could talk while I worked. From the discussion, I figured out that her ex had only allowed missionary and doggie as he felt most in control with those two positions. She had come from a very strict home in a small town where she had not had any experience that her father had not approved, and that's why she had fallen under her ex's control when he did the same thing. 

We had talked all through the prep time for our meal, and then all the time that we were eating. Now that I understood where she was coming from, I could give her some solid advice that would help her make her life, her own. My first piece of advice to her was to make sure that she never again fell under the total control of anyone else. She would have to make up her own mind as to what was good and what was bad. She should always seek to get information from more than one source to be able to make that kind of a determination. If a person cannot give the reasons why they feel the way they do, then they are probably just quoting someone else and have no idea if what they say is correct or not, and therefore are not to be considered a valid source of information. And information can be incorrect or false even if it is in writing or comes from an authority figure. 

I told her that we wouldn't have time to discuss everything that she should question, but that I wanted to be able to give her a little information to help her to start answering her question to me, what possibly there could be beyond that, the sexual information that she had from her ex and the little that I had shown her earlier in the day. Since we hadn't gotten dressed, I decided a little show and tell would be helpful, so we moved to the bedroom. 

"I think that the easiest way to start would be to consider following up on what we did do earlier. Now, the first thing that happened is that you sucked my cock, also called giving me a blowjob, or quite a few other names for the same activity. Have you always done that in pretty much the same position, you on your knees to the guy, who is either standing or sitting? If so, consider... It wouldn't have to be in that position. What if he was lying on his back, like this, and you were lying on top of his legs? You would have a little more control as to what happened and for how long. 

"Later I had gotten you to sit and allow me to eat your pussy, another activity that has many, many names, that also does not have to be in that position. Just as you can suck my cock while I lie here, I could eat your pussy from this same position, you just need to put your pussy over my mouth so I can reach it. So scoot up and straddle my head with your pussy where I can reach it with my tongue." 

After a couple minutes in that position, I pushed up her hips and turned her around so she was facing my feet. After a few more minutes, I pushed her up again so I could talk to her more. 

"So we have variations for these activities. Now, what if we do both activities at the same time? That is called doing a sixty nine, because it looks kind of like having a 6 and a 9 together, like the circle is a person's head and the tail would be the cock or pussy. Lean back down to suck my cock but keep your pussy at my mouth. Just be sure to hold yourself up or lift yourself up enough to allow me to breathe every once in a while." 

After a couple minutes, when she lifted up to let me breathe, I said hold on, we are turning over. And I rolled us over so she was lying on her back and I was astraddle her face. I stayed up on my knees so she had to raise her head to get my cock in her mouth. With each question I asked, I had moved us into the position in question. 

"You have to be careful doing that because if a guy passes out, he could push down into your throat and block your airway too long and really hurt you. Now another new thought; you are familiar with the guy lying on top and pushing his cock down into your pussy. What if the two of you rolled over and you were on top and he was pushing up into you? Or what if you sat up straight on his cock? How about if you turned around and faced towards his feet while sitting up on him? 

"All these positions allow you much more control as to how fast, how long, and how deep his cock can go in your pussy. Of course that means that you have to be sensitive to how close you have pushed him towards his orgasm; push too hard or too fast, and he'll get done before you get to your orgasm. 

"People have been having sex for thousands of years, so just about any way that you can think of that gets a cock or a mouth to a pussy, or a mouth to a cock has been tried by someone before." 

As I said the last sentence, she took the initiative and laid back on my chest since she had still been sitting on me reverse cowgirl, and had been experimenting with speed, depth of entry and side to side movement. As she lay back; I took my hand to her breast, then to her clit as I nibbled on her ear and neck. She had another orgasm, the second since our meal. The first had been when we went into the sixty-nine, and had been about as intense as her first from me flicking her clit with my tongue. This second was somewhat less intense since I couldn't do my best with only one good arm and her lying on top of me restricting my movement so much. 

I held around her waist and rolled us to the side. I spooned with her for just a minute or two then holding her to that position, I maneuvered to kneel up over her one leg and put her other leg up over my shoulder next to my face and proceeded to fuck her nice and slow but super deep. After a couple minutes, I moved off her lower leg and put it up straight with her other leg and wrapped my arm around her legs and did her from behind, again slow but deep. And finally, I put her legs around me and pulled her up sitting on my lap and let her buck until we both came for that last time. 

As we sat and hugged, I told her that now she had a much better idea of just a small part of what is out there for sexual pleasure. When she found the right guy, she would be able to enjoy many years of exploring and practicing some or all of these positions and a whole lot more. But for now we needed to get cleaned up since we both smelled of sex. I told her that if she'd help me put the plastic bag back over my cast, we could shower and dress and I'd run her back to her car so she could go home for a good night's rest. I knew I couldn't let her stay with me since I would be too tempted to help her practice new positions all night long. 

It was just turning dark when I dropped her at her car and watched her drive off towards her home. I wondered if Barb had set this up mainly for my benefit, mainly for Janet's benefit, or just because we could both use the change to our lives. I didn't know whether to consider Barb my procurer, my pimp, or just a public service minded person, intent on easier relations for all the people she knew.



Daddy's Little Helpers Ch. 02



Two - Second Daughter's Friend

It had been just about 6 weeks since I got the cast for my broken arm. I had fallen getting into the shower after answering a phone call. My daughters were the ones who found me when they had arrived for me to take them out for a family dinner that evening. 

It was rather embarrassing that they had seen me naked, but it was good in that it was the catalyst that got me back out in circulation for the first time in the two years since my wife had died. I had adopted a plan of just hanging on to life to be there if my daughters needed their father; I had no real thought of actually living a life. But since they had seen me naked, my daughters had hatched a plan to take advantage of my respectable equipment and my fairly even temperament, to help out some of their friends and co-workers just as my wife had done for about 20 years until shortly before her death, although my daughters didn't know of my wife's more recent actions. 

About 3 weeks ago, my oldest daughter, Barb, had set me up with one of her co-workers, an assistant named Janet, to help her get back into a productive life after her recent relationship, a real disaster, had ended. I had been with her to provide an expanded sexual education and as a big boost to her self-esteem. Although I had only provided that service at my wife's insistence previously, it indeed felt right and very comfortable to be back in that role even if it was at my daughters' instigations. 

Well, like I said, I had been wearing that cast for about 6 weeks, and I was sure fed up with it. Luckily, or unluckily for me, my second daughter, Lexie, short for Alexandria, is an orthopedic nurse and she asked if I could participate in a training class so her newest nursing staff members could see the correct way to remove a cast. She knew I wouldn't turn her down; I just never could resist doing anything my daughters asked of me. 

So Tuesday, after the doctor had reviewed the x-ray to make sure that everything was as it should be, and after he had offered to go ahead and remove the cast, I had told him that I was going to help out the nursing staff be being their guinea pig in the class on Thursday. 

"Ah, so I guess your daughter talked you into that job? Be careful, and if they start asking for more practice, don't let them get your pants off. They talked me into helping when I first started my residency here and I ended up in a full body cast. It took them three hours to cut it off piece by piece so each could have a turn with the cast saw." 

"Thanks for the warning, doc... I'll keep that in mind." 

On Thursday, when I arrived at the hospital a few minutes before the class which was scheduled to start at 1:00, I discovered that they had two other people there as well. One had a cast from knee to toes, the other had a cast covering most of his upper body and with an arm rest contraption holding the shoulder immobile with the arm straight out to the side and the elbow bent at about a 45 degree angle to the front. Looking at that, I was so glad I hadn't had that on for 6 weeks, or more... 

"Hey, Dad; thanks for showing up and letting my nurses practice getting the casts off. I don't know what the doctor said to the other two people that agreed to be available for the class, but they backed out after they saw that doctor for a final review. I guess I need to have a chat with him about scaring off our guinea pigs; ha, ha." 

"Well, I can tell you that he told me to be careful to not let you talk me into putting on any extra casts so your nurses could get extra practice, and he mentioned an incident with a full body cast..." 

"Oh, so he pulled that joke on you too, huh? Well, now I really need to have a talk to him about that. He really did scare off two people from coming around for our training. Why don't you throw your cap and jacket on those hooks over there? We'll be starting in just a minute, so if you'll go over to that table and chair on the left...

"Okay, everyone, I think we should get started about now. I hope that you two with the simple casts don't mind, and I'm sure you have a hint as to why we are going in this order. I believe that we will start with the more complex shoulder/arm cast to get that off as soon as possible. The doctor did report to me just after his review this morning that it could be removed. And I bet that Mr. Jackson will be a little more careful about playing tackle football with his two sons in the future." 

There was a light round of giggles from several of the nursing students and even from both of us who would be waiting a little longer for our turn. Lexie had the first student cut from the end on the raised arm across to the neck opening along the top. Then had a second student cut from slightly below straight to the front, parallel until she reached the shoulder and then start angling slightly up to reach the neck about 4 inches in front of the first cut. The third did a cut mirroring the second but on the back side of the arm. They then peeled back the cast sections to release the arm for movement. The fourth cut was across the opposite shoulder to the neck. Then they had a final cut up the opposite side from the waist to just below the arm. And the rest of the cast was peeled off. The relief was visible in Mr. Jackson's face even when they put a sling on and told him to build up to using his arm gradually. 

By the time that they had cut off Mrs. Davis' leg cast, all of the student nurses had had two tries with the cast saw except for the last girl who had only had the short cut on the off shoulder of Mr. Jackson. Lexie had told the students that after their second try, they could stay and watch the rest or they could leave since this was the last class session for the day. Naturally, only Lexie, and Gail, the last nursing student to make her second cut, and I were left still in the room. 

"Okay Gail, I noticed that you were a little anxious about making the saw cuts in front of the whole crowd. That's why I thought you may feel better being last since I knew that they'd all take off as soon as they could. So only we three are here now and you can do this with just the one needed cut, or you can make an extra cut opposite to the normal cut also for a little extra practice. This gentleman happens to be my father so you don't have to worry about anything being said if you do want to do the extra cut. 

"By the way, Gail, yes, this is my father, Jason Stroker, and Dad, this is Gail Townsend, our newest nursing student transferee to orthopedics. Please excuse me; I see someone I need to speak to for a moment. I'll be right back." 

"Good afternoon, Ms. Townsend, it's nice to meet you." 

"Thank you, Mr. Stroker, it's nice to meet you too, and what Nurse Stroker failed to say is that I have been a nurse for less than 6 months and in orthopedics barely over 1 month. So I have helped put on just 2 casts and this is the first time that I have helped in removing a cast. So please stop me if it starts to hurt at all or you feel any discomfort." 

"Very tactfully stated, Gail... Oh, may I call you Gail? And, with just we two here, please call me Jason. Mr. Stroker, was my father and although I am old enough to be your father, I feel a little younger than he would be. We can go back to being more formal, as may be required, when others are around.

"I know that Lexie wouldn't let you do anything that you weren't ready for or that she felt you might hurt anyone, so I'm sure she has complete confidence in you and your ability. And since I saw that neither of the other two guinea pigs had any discomfort or injuries from the equipment, I have no fear whatsoever." 

"Thank you, Jason. I would go ahead and start cutting this for you, but since this is a class setting, I probably need to wait for the instructor to be present. She should return momentarily and then we can set you free. I know the feeling of having a cast on and how limiting it can be." 

"This is the first time that I have ever had a cast on and I will be so happy to get it off after 6 weeks. It made it very nearly impossible to do any of the things that I normally do. I'm just really glad that I didn't have a cast like Mr. Jackson; now that would have been really bad." 

"Oh, yes that kind of cast is so inconvenient, it really does stop you from doing almost everything. I know. I had a fairly serious auto accident just before I turned 16 and had casts over and over again until I had the final operation and recovery period which ended just 7 months ago. Out of that 4 year period, I guess I was in a cast about..., three years, four months and 12 days, give or take an hour or two... 

"Lexie became my nurse about 20 months ago when my dad got transferred here in his job. With no family left where we had been, I had to come with dad. I didn't know it then, but along with a new caring nurse; I got a new special friend. And when I saw how good she was to all of her patients, as soon as I was out of the last cast, that's when I got to start checking into making nursing my career." 

"I've always known that Lexie would be a nurse or maybe even a doctor, but it's always good to hear that she has stayed a warm caring person, a good friend, even with all the problems she has to deal with to keep the unit going strong. Thank you for sharing your story with me and reminding me how sweet she is." 

Just then, I saw Lexie round the door frame on her way back to us...

"... so then when she turned 14, she had this idea..."

"Op, op, op... Dad, you aren't telling her stories about me when I was young, are you? Remember, I have to work with her. How am I going to get her to behave if she knows about... Oh no, no you aren't getting me to tell anything. Now I don't know if I should ask you a favor or not." 

"Now Honey, you know I wouldn't say anything to embarrass you or cause you trouble. What did you want to ask?" 

"Well, I just found out that I am going to be stuck here for an extra hour or two for a meeting. Since I gave Gail a ride in this morning, I was going to ask you to give her a lift home rather than for her to have to stay or to make some other arrangements." 

"Well, if you let her get this cast off of me, I would be very willing to provide transportation home for this fine woman. And I even promise that I won't tell her anything more that she could use to besmirch your reputation." 

For the next ten minutes, Lexie shifted back into teaching mode and allowed Gail to cut the cast off. Once it hit the waste can, I couldn't help but swing my arms around and ended up giving both Lexie and Gail a hug. While I was heading across the room to grab my cap and jacket, I just barely heard Lexie whisper to Gail that she should feel free to ask me any questions that needed a man's perspective but that she didn't want to ask her dad.

Once we were in the car and on our way, Gail asked if Lexie and I always teased so much or if it was just that I was so happy to be getting that cast off. I told her that I had the same kind of relationship with all three of my girls; we could be parent and child if the situation called for it, but we were all friends too and could tease back and forth when we didn't have to be serious. I told her that my wife had insisted that we have a warm personal relationship with our daughters just as we had a warm personal relationship with each other and our parents. 

"My dad is kind of formal, kind of stiff. I don't remember ever teasing with my dad; he just would have none of it. My mom passed when I was 10 years old and if it weren't for the friends that I had then, I don't know what would have happened. They got me through even without much help or encouragement from my dad. It has been eleven years now, but I think he still hasn't gotten past the grieving. 

"But when I was hit by the drunk driver, even though several of my friends tried to stick to me, we started getting pulled apart since I couldn't do most of the normal things that teenage girls do. I spent so much time in the hospital and had so many operations to fix my legs and arms and back that I just lost the contact with them. They kept on living and I got stuck for several years. 

"Lexie has spent so much time with me, not just at the hospital and not just related to my medical difficulties. She has brought me back to life. I feel like I might be almost normal. The main thing that I don't have, that I feel that I need, is a real relationship with a man. I'm not trying to get you to have a long term relationship with me, but I don't have any understanding of what it is to have a mature relationship with a man, I just don't know how they think. 

"Lexie said that you would be willing to give me a bit of information on how men think. She also said that you could show me how a real man should treat a lady, not the 'wham-bam thank you ma'am' that I got as an introduction to sex. 

"I hate to admit it, but I'm not a virgin any more, I kind of jumped ahead of where Lexie was leading me. One of the guys living in the apartment complex where I live was thinking 'hit-it and quit-it' while I was thinking 'white picket fences and forever'. I'm sure that I won't make that mistake again, but hopefully, with the proper information, I won't make mistakes to the other extreme either or too many of the whole lot of other mistakes I could make. 

"Oh, I just thought... Lexie did ask you if it was alright for me to ask you questions; didn't she? She didn't tell me not to ask directly, and I thought she had asked for your help even though she didn't say that right in front of you. I figured that she didn't want to embarrass me in front of you or say anything out loud in the hospital where it might become part of the gossip." 

"Well, Gail, although there hasn't been any formal request for this kind of help, I have served in the capacity of surrogate therapist many more times than my daughters think. Usually, it was just a case of the need for some sort of help came out in either conversation or the context of a situation that arose. I am not even sure that my daughters know that I am aware that they plan to use my desire to help as they do. 

"Don't worry about it at all. It will be my pleasure, to help you have a good experience and I am most willing to provide any insight that you may require. I haven't had any complaints so far. 

"So, do you want to go to your apartment, or should we stop off and get some dinner, or do you want to go to my place for a while? It's your choice." 

"Can we go to my place first? I need to get out of this uniform and we can take a walk on the bike trail/walking path that runs along the river past my apartment complex. Maybe we could stop along there somewhere and eat some dinner before we go back to my place." 

We continued to her apartment so she could change into some walking shorts and a light button up blouse and some tennis shoes. Then we set off down the trail talking about many different subjects as we proceeded several miles until we spotted a restaurant that I had heard of that served a quite good burger and fries platter meal. I am sure that when we walked in, some people thought it was cute that a father and daughter were walking the trail. 

Since I didn't know if we would be seen by anyone else from the hospital, I thought it best to keep it innocent to any casual observer. The conversation though, was anything but innocent by the time that we were about finished with our meal. I was careful though to hold the volume down so no one could overhear what we said. 

As we started back, Gail grabbed my hand while we talked. Soon she was hugging my arm, and by the time we got off the path, she had to remove her arm from around my waist in order to get her door key out of her belt pouch. 

Her apartment was an end unit in a row-house complex that had a very high class reputation. She said her dad had insisted that she have a safe place to live since she insisted on moving out of his home. She said that she wasn't sure if the unit next to her was occupied or not because she never heard a sound from that side even when she did see a car parked in the reserved spot for that unit. 

As we moved to her couch, she offered me coffee, tea or bottled water, and said she didn't keep any alcohol in her home. I asked for a bottle of water since we had walked back from the restaurant in the heat and she got one for herself also. I wanted to be sure she was relaxed as much as possible. 

"Since you were on your feet all day working, and we took that walk, I bet you would like a foot massage. I am told that I do that fairly well." 

"Oh would you mind? I love a foot massage after a day at work, but I usually have to do it for myself." 

"Well, if you have any massage oil or cream that you prefer, if you will get it we can let you relax while I pamper you a little." 

She walked into the hallway and I heard her open what sounded like a cabinet door, and then a closet door. She returned barefoot, with the cream and a couple towels. I had moved over close to the center of the couch so she could sit up against the arm and still put her feet in my lap. 

Since she sat on my left side, I took her left foot and put it on the towel on my lap to start. That way I could tuck her right foot under her left thigh until I wanted to work on it. Then when I did work on it, I wouldn't have to reach over her right foot or put it down on the couch and get the cream all over the furniture, although I intended to rub all the cream in thoroughly so it shouldn't smear off. 

By the time that I finished her left foot and leg up to her knee, she was moaning lightly. I shifted her right foot up onto my lap and applied some cream and started the massage there. She started moaning almost immediately and by the time that I finished up to her knee she asked me if I could keep going higher. I told her I couldn't do that here on the couch but if she wanted to move to her bed she could lay on it and I could go higher. 

When we headed off toward the bed I suggested that she put a beach towel on the bed to protect her sheets from the cream while I applied it. We stopped at her bathroom to get a couple of beach towels and as we approached her bed, I stopped her. I reached out and began unbuttoning her blouse. 

"We don't want to get the cream on your clothes any more than we want it on your sheets. Let me get these out of the way and I will do your shoulders and back also. I'm sure that you haven't been able to do that for yourself and I'm sure that you will love the feeling." 

"I'm sure we don't want the cream on your clothes either. So when we have my clothes off, maybe we better get yours off also." 

When we were both naked, I reached out and laid a beach towel out and had her lay on her belly. I told her I needed to do this right, so I started out working on her hand and arm up to her shoulder. I then shifted over to her other side so I could do that hand and arm, again to her shoulder. I then took the cream and started to work on her shoulders and back until I got down to her waist. 

She was moaning the whole time, but I skipped down then to the back of her knees and started working up from there. She tried so hard to keep still, but her butt kept arching up a little and her knees slid apart as I worked up her thighs. She wanted that full contact; she wanted that touch between her legs. I put more cream on my hands and placed my hands at her waist and rubbed down over her ass. First on the outer sides and then down over her crack and all the way down and over her, by then, dripping pussy. 

She came as my fingers slid under and covered her mound. I hadn't pushed in between her labia yet, nor had I actually applied any pressure on her clit, but merely slid my right palm over her mound. My hand was not wet from the cream any more but from her fluids that were gushing out of her. I put my left hand down on the bed to hold myself up.




Daddy's Little Helpers Ch. 02



I, of course, hadn't been immune to how sexy this was and since I had positioned myself over the back of her legs, my prick was poised just an inch or so behind her butt where it met her legs. I slid my hand over my prick wiping some of her fluids on it and slowly sank down as her butt pushed up. I put my right hand down to help hold myself up also. When she felt the head of my prick touch the back of her butt cheeks, she pushed up too quickly for me to pull back. 

Before I had time to even think, the head of my prick plus an inch or two more was buried into her cunt. And of course, that caused her to jerk back even harder and I was several more inches into her cunt. By the time I had myself moving back, she had slammed all the way back against me and I was balls deep with her quivering around my cock and screaming out an unintelligible stream of sounds. As I tried to move back, she kept pushing back even faster so I wasn't moving out of her; I was just sort of stirring around within her. 

I put my right hand on her butt cheek and got my left hand onto the small of her back so I could lever myself back out of her cunt. But as I started to make headway, she started crying out "No, no, no! Keep it in, please, please." 

"Gail, I have to pull out. I was weak. I let myself get out of control, and I'm having a hard time getting myself back in control. If I don't pull back, I'm going to come way too fast, and it's going to be in you, in your vagina. 

"And we haven't even talked about whether it is safe for us to be doing this. We haven't talked about whether you are on some sort of birth control or whether we need to use a condom. I hadn't intended to enter you before we have had a chance to talk about that first." 

Even though she was still in an orgasm because she was still quivering, my speech must have gotten through because she lifted up her head and shoulders and told me to stop and think before I tried to move back any more. 

"Do you really think that Lexie would have let us go if we hadn't taken care of birth control before this? Of course she had me get on birth control. She knew that I would get around to sex before too long and so while I still had my last cast on, she got me set up. 

"I was safe long before I made my mistake earlier, and now I won't have you ruining my first real loving time by getting all upset and trying to pull out. I want this. I need this. I know what I am doing, I know what I am feeling this time and I know what else I need to feel this time. Please, please come in me. Let me feel what it's like to have a loving man give me what I want." 

She was still quivering even when she finished her speech. No way was I going soft with the feeling of her vibrating on my prick. It took me less than a second to think it through. Of course, Lexie wouldn't have set this up to allow anything unsafe to happen to Gail. Before I was even aware that I had reached that conclusion, my hips had started the dance of love that all humans know by instinct. Gail dropped her head and shoulders and reached back with her hands to caress my thighs. 

The good thing about what had happened was that I had gotten a little bit better control of myself and so I knew that this would be much better for Gail. As I thought about it, I realized that I had not given Gail the other half of her massage yet, on her front. I knew that doing that would get me hard again, so if she wanted it now, I could do as she wanted and I would be ready again before we were finished for the night. 

I had still been going quite slowly while I had been thinking everything through, and Gail had just about stopped vibrating and was barely moaning. She was just using her fingertips on my legs, giving a slight push and pull movement on my thighs; but now I shifted to a more forceful stroke with a quicker cadence. Gail started shoving back with each stroke I made forward, and she was lifting and dropping her ass to feel a variation to be sure to hit all the spots she wanted hit. 

The moaning had picked up again and was intermixed with "Oh" and "Ah" and "So good" and "Yes" and the one I liked to hear, "More". Then she started adding in the "Faster" and "Harder" and "Oh my God" and finally she hit the "I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming!" With that I just couldn't hold back any more and I started blasting my come inside of her, and she was vibrating again and making more unintelligible sounds before she just seized up and went totally silent and rigid. Well, rigid except in her pussy; that just kept on squeezing and alternating between sucking me in and pushing me slightly back as though to push me out, but it never pushed hard enough or far enough to actually let the head of my prick out of her vagina. 

Although it felt like an hour that she was rigid, it must have been only a minute during which the grimace on her face morphed to a grin and then a smile, and then her eyes closed and she slumped down like a rag doll. She started breathing again with a gasp and then just lay making that gentle "Mmmmm" noise of satisfaction. I knew I was going to fall over if I didn't lie down too, so I lowered myself on the edge of the beach towel facing her as she fell asleep. I moved my right hand under her right hand and allowed my left hand to rest lightly on the top of her ass cheeks right where it went into the small of her back. 

When I opened my eyes, I realized that I must have fallen asleep too for some amount of time. I was still holding Gail's hand and I still had my other hand on her back, so it must have only been for a short time, but she was awake and was watching my face, smiling at me. 

"I could really get to start liking the feeling of waking to a wonderful man lying beside me and holding my hand and with his other hand on my back. You look rather content just like I feel. Oh, I just thought... An even better way to wake up would be to have my man spooning up to my back, with his hand on my breast, and his cock still in my pussy, the same way that we had been positioned when we fell asleep the night before... Oh, I wish I hadn't thought of that cause now I'm starting to get horny again..." 

"Ahhh, the joy of being so young... You really wore me out. It's going to take me a little more time before I can be ready to show you the full amount of attention that you deserve. But we can talk some more and I can be of some service for the time it will take to recharge my batteries. You know, I still owe you the other half of your massage, the front half!" I said wiggling my eyebrows suggestively. 

She giggled at me and my eyebrows but then said that she needed to get up for a minute to replace the towel she was lying on with a fresh one; that the one there now was a little too damp to be used any more to protect the bed. Maybe she would even put a couple down to be safe. So I started to push back off of the edge of the towel. She saw me wince a little because of my wrist; I hadn't flexed it for over a month and with all the activity today, it was a little tender. 

"Wait a minute mister; your wrist is hurting you; we can get back to the rest of the massage at some later time. For now I think you should just scoot up against the headboard and sit so we can talk a little while." 

She did remove the wet towel and place a clean one again before she scooted up beside me and she reached out and took my arm and started examining my wrist and hand to make sure that we hadn't hurt me. When she was satisfied that all was okay, she leaned back down a bit and laid her head on my shoulder. Then she started asking questions with a much higher sexual content than we had discussed during our walk and dinner. 

After about a half hour, I realized that she had been massaging my wrist and I had been rubbing my other hand around on her back. She had slipped her leg over mine although she wasn't really lying on me. But it put her in just the right position for me to see if she was sensitive in the same spot that my wife had been so sensitive. 

This one little spot in the deepest curve of her back was a super erogenous zone on my wife. Even if she wasn't naked yet, or if it was only ten minutes after we had both climaxed and she had come like gangbusters, all I had to do was rub that spot and, BOOM; ...instant orgasm! 

"Whoa there, Jason," I thought to myself, "You don't have any right to go experimenting on this lady."

I caught myself just before I started to press on that spot on her back. My curiosity doesn't override her rights to be treated as a lady even if we are lying here naked and talking about all sorts of sexual topics. As I think on it, I don't even know how the thought of that spot crept into my mind. I suddenly snapped back to reality because I felt Gail gently stroking my cock and I realized that she was talking to me again. 

"Hello! Jason. Hello? Welcome back. I don't know where you went just then but it must have been a happy place because all of the sudden, your cock gave a little lurch and stood up against my hip. I guess that means that you are rested up again, huh?" 

She pushed herself up to a kneeling position and swung her leg all the way across my thighs. Before I had a chance to say anything, she had pushed a little forward and was rubbing the head of my cock against her pussy lips. Between the pre-cum oozing from me and the actual wetness of her cunt, there was no difficulty with her sliding right onto my prick and burying it all the way to my balls. I know the smile on my face must have matched the smile on hers. 

"I think I want a little bit more of an internal massage right now, but we can put off the other half of my regular massage until some other time. I will have to be thinking about getting to bed for some sleep soon since I have to go to work in the morning. I want to thank you for taking your whole afternoon and evening with me. I feel much more confident now in my ability to handle relationships. Can I still call you if I find I need some more help or information later on?" 

"Of course you can. Some day when you feel a real need for a foot massage or if you just have some free time, give me a buzz and I'll come on over or we could meet for a little dinner and you can ask anything you'd like to know." 

She had been just gently rocking on my prick but now she started a more energetic motion and I started playing with her tits as she started moving up and down as well as the little circles she was making with her hips. Her breathing was getting heavier and somewhat erratic so I knew she was getting closer to another orgasm. The higher and faster she moved; the deeper and harder we came together until I heard that slapping noise and I had to put my hands on her hips to help hold her steady on top of me. 

I couldn't keep still while she was moving like that and so I had been pushing up to meet each of her downward plunges. We were hitting together so hard that I could actually feel my balls swing up and hit against her little pucker at the height of my movement. Suddenly, I felt the head of my prick hit the very deepest part of her pussy, it had to be her cervix, and she made a quick grimace and immediately got a huge smile on her face as she flew over the edge of the cliff into what was obviously a mind blowing orgasm. 

"Oooooohhhhoooohhoooohhhhhh Yes! Yes, yes, yes!" Silence... At least from her... 

I have no idea if I was saying anything or not, but I was spouting into her for all I was worth, as I watched her eyes roll back and she started toppling down onto my chest. I was able to catch her well enough to keep her head from bashing into my face, but just barely enough to turn it so she was looking out to the side if her eyes were open. She just lay there on top of me, limp as a dishrag, and unmoving. I had to hold my breath and listen closely to hear that she was breathing. 

When I got my breath under control and a little energy into my arms, I reached down and pushed her knees down to straighten her legs. Hopefully that would be a little more comfortable for her while she lay there. I was still buried completely in her pussy but I could feel our mixed cum oozing out around my prick. It was a good thing that we had the towels down or we'd have to change her bed linens before she would be able to sleep tonight. 

After about twenty minutes, she gave a little start. My erection had subsided and when I had slipped out, that may have awakened her. She drew her arms up and pushed herself up and back so she could look at me. Such a wonderful smile, she was obviously happy and content. 

"Good afternoon, sleepyhead."

"Oh, I didn't really sleep through the night on you, did I?"

"No, I was only teasing. But we do need to get up and get me out of your way so you can get a good night's sleep. I need to use the bathroom and you did say you have to work in the morning. It's just after eleven so you can get at least several hours of sleep before you have to get going to work." 

"If you don't feel up to driving home tonight, I do have a guest bedroom down the hall. But, I won't guarantee that I won't come down and attack you if I happen to wake up early tomorrow. I promise that I will feed you breakfast if you decide to stay, and not just a piece of toast and coffee." 

"Thank you for offering, the breakfast as well as the attack, but I actually have an appointment for pretty early in the morning also, so I'll have to go home since I need some things from there for the meeting. Maybe someday, if you want it, or feel that you need it, I can stay for the night. But I feel pretty sure that you won't need an old guy like me though if you want company some night. I'm sure there are lots of volunteers out there for you. And now you have a much better idea of how they should treat you and how good it can be with someone who cares about you." 

While I went into the bathroom, she pulled the towels off the bed so she'd be able to sleep. After I dressed, she walked me to the door and we kissed one last time before I opened the door and went to my car. As I drove home, I was thinking about the fact that Barb, and now Lexie had set me up with a friend of theirs. I wondered if my girls had set up a schedule amongst themselves for me and that I should expect another friendly meeting, this time with one of Sophie's friends soon, or was it just a coincidence that these events had happened at this time. Well, only time would tell. But I suspected that in just a few weeks, some sorority girl would need a little help with one thing or another and I'd be called on by Sophie to lend a hand, or some other bodily part.



Daddy's Little Helpers Ch. 03a



I was back to my normal activities, swimming, hot-tubing, even puttering around with plantings in the yard. It was a wonderful feeling after having had my wrist in that dang cast for six weeks. I had figured on about a week of stiffness or even pains during the rehabilitation of my broken arm from my fall in the bathroom. My daughter, Lexie, had said to take it easy on my wrist for two weeks after she had her nurse trainee remove the cast in the classroom training program, but it had really only taken about three days, even though I had overused it that very same day during my interactions with Gail, the trainee nurse. It might have had something to do with the follow up visit I had with Gail that next weekend, where she got the second half of the massage I promised her and got to pick my brain for how men think and how they should treat her, while I got a further dose of T.L.C. for my wrist. 

I had kind of let it slip to Gail that I knew what my girls were up to and since I hadn't asked her not to tell, she probably told Lexie about it. So Sophie may come up with just a flat out blind date, or she may have some really unique idea to try to slip it by me. Or possibly, I had scared my girls completely out of being involved in my sex life. I'd just have to wait and see, but it had been five weeks now... 

I had been sort of looking forward to finding out just what my daughter Sophie, my youngest who is 24 and a doctoral candidate in Psychology at the university, was going to come up with for her turn at helping this old man get back into circulation. I mean, yes, I had just been going through the motions for the last two years since my Caroline had passed, but when they had seen my package when I fell in the bathroom, and I heard them talking about how it was such a waste... This business of asking me to help out their friends and/or co-workers would have fooled many people and I guess it would have fooled me too if I hadn't heard their conversation. But Caroline had used me many times to help out women that she had become friends with in just that same way, a safe and knowledgeable partner with no expectations of a continued relationship after a boost to their self-esteem and/or sexual knowledge. 

But you know; I am not dependent on my daughters fixing me up. Now that I had been awakened to that part of my life that had been shut down, I was perfectly capable of keeping myself involved if I wanted. I mean, I even had spoken with Mrs. Bea Good-Hand, my next door neighbor one day when I was planting a new tree down at the end of my driveway. She is a widow since about thirteen months ago when her husband, Tom Hand, had passed from a heart attack. She had been coming into her driveway and stopped to ask some questions while she picked up her mail from the box. We hadn't been chummy neighbors, I'd only spoken to her about three times in the four years since she and Tom had bought the place and moved in before meeting at the mailbox. The thing I most remembered about her from the four years; was that her first name was pronounced in two syllables, with a long E and a short A sound. I think Caroline had only talked with her maybe a half a dozen times, but now I had talked with her at least once a week for the last seven or eight weeks. 

Bea is about ten years younger than me and she is only about as tall as my chin, so I guess about 5 ft. 2 inches. She has an extreme hourglass figure with her waist seeming too small for the rest of her. I'd guess she weighs about 120 to 125 pounds. She has rather long dark brown hair with just a touch of red in highlights, and it hangs very smooth and straight. My Caroline was 5 ft. 9 inches and weighed just about the same but with more realistic proportions, and her hair was curly and blonde, just the way I liked my women; tall, blonde and willowy. 

So Bea isn't my ideal in women, but most hetero men would not kick her out of bed if they got her into one even if she wanted to eat crackers there. The problem was that she lacked self-confidence and needed a little boost to get back into the socializing game. I was thinking of ways that would give her a starting point back into normal social activities. I took her to a book discussion group run through the local library and she joined the club. 

I also took her to a discussion group sponsored by the community center; which is where I found out that she uses the hyphenated name. The discussion that night was about names and how they came about, and we each made and wore a name tag for the discussion. One of the women there was making jokes about those people who had come with someone but had a different name and she noticed that Bea had come with me. She laughed and said she couldn't resist pointing out what Bea's name would be if she married me, Bea Good-Hand-Stroker. Everyone had a nice little chuckle about that, but once the attention moved on, I noticed that Bea was a little distressed. 

"Bea, it was just a stupid little joke. Don't let it bother you. No one will remember it tomorrow and you are much more interesting than any little joke that someone makes. If you are worried about it, just think what I went through in high school with my last name. Gym class showers were one long joke session, but in my junior year, I finally came up with the shutdown line that stopped it; or actually, Caroline did, and once I used it, the joking stopped for good. You won't have to do something like that." 

Bea just sat there and waited and finally said, "Well, aren't you going to tell me what the line was?" 

"Well, okay, but please try not to pass it around... at least, not out loud. Let me tell you the whole story. I had some good friends in school, one was Richard Preston. He was on the football team, he played center. He was about 2 inches taller than me and weighed about 60 pounds of muscle more than me. No one ever got to the quarterback through the center of our offensive line. I asked him to help me with my problem and he asked if I wanted him to pound somebody if they said anything. I told him no, and told him what I intended to do and asked him to go along with it, and he agreed. 

"The next time we had gym class and the jokes started, he made a joke, and I gave him the line. 'My girlfriend can't wait to become my stroker, and if you weren't such a puny dick, maybe yours would too!' I thought for a minute that he had forgotten our discussion because he straightened up and looked really angry, but then he blinked a time or two and started laughing before he said that maybe I was right. I never heard another joke in gym class about my name. The funny thing is, after that, quite a few of the girls in the school started trying to get me to give them a call, but I was with Caroline." 

Bea just burst out laughing and quickly put a hand over her mouth to stifle the laughs. When she noticed people staring, she gave one of those dismissive waves and quieted a little more. Later, while I was mingling, I noticed quite a few of the ladies pull her aside to talk with her and then they'd stand and giggle together. Even a few of the men made a point to engage her in conversation, which was fine since this wasn't a date date, but a chance for her to get back out to socialize. 

***** ***** About four days later... 

"Daddddyy! I need some help." 

"Sure, Sophie, what do you need?" 

"You know that I'm working on my doctoral dissertation; well, my advisor says that she thinks it's going really well, but, I need to show that I understand and I need to include some results from a double blind research study, to give it that final push to make it the best that I can. My first suggestion for a study was rejected because it would require too large of a statistical base and therefore take way too long for me to complete. My second idea is tentatively approved if I can find enough suitable study subjects willing to devote the required time for the complete study. That's where I need your help. 

"For a study like mine, I am not allowed to use anyone who has an employment or employee relationship to the university, and I am placing a restriction that all subjects must be unattached since the study involves sexual matters. I have been able to find sufficient female subjects, and I have been able to find enough male student volunteers for the younger study subjects, however, I am slightly short on mature male subjects. If you can get two or three men that fit the criteria, to consider becoming study subjects, it will enable me to complete the study within the four month time limit that I have. I need at least two men age 50 or above and I figure that out of two or three, at least one of them should be acceptable along with you. Please Daddy, please! I don't know how else I can get this done." 

Well that's a fine howdy-do. This sounds a little too elaborate to be just her plan to keep me out there engaging in sexual activity, so I don't think this is part of the girls' planning for me, but it may be a happy little coincidence that would also achieve that objective, too. 

"Sophie, you know that I'll do whatever I can to help you. I guess I need a little more information before I can try to find men that will meet the criteria. For example; do the men need to be any certain height, weight, or physically fit? Should they have any particular level of education? Is there any restriction like that? I'm assuming that you don't want men who have disfigurements or who have chosen to be celibate for whatever reason." 

"Yes, Dad, there are more restrictions. I'm trying to eliminate extraneous preference items from influencing the results so I want all of the men to be between 5ft. 9 in. and 6 ft. 3 in., weigh in from 190 pounds to 250 pounds; they must have a GED or high school diploma at least and not have disfigurements which could skew the women's interview results. They must be fit enough to enable them to have intercourse with one of the female subjects each week over the eight weeks of the study. And of course it's obvious that all subjects must be disease free to participate. I'll have further clarification of the criteria when the initial interview is taken, and suitability is determined. 

"There are similar restrictions on the female subjects as to height, weight, etc., etc. As I said, I'm trying to eliminate preference factors from influencing the study results. So you wouldn't be interacting with a 20 year old, 5 ft. 11 in. tall girl weighing 110 pounds one week and then the next week with a 50 year old, 5 ft. 2 in. tall woman weighing 300 pounds. Even though the study will only have 8 men and 8 women due to funding restrictions, I will be able to show the use of proper procedure and presentation of results. If things work out, I may be able to expand the study at some later date with commercial or governmental funding after I have my doctorate." 

***** ***** The next Friday after I had spoken with three of my male friends... 

"I want to thank you all for agreeing to participate in the research study. As I am sure you have all noticed, there are 16 men and 16 women here tonight for this review of your participation. This is so that each of you will not know which of the others are participants in the study and which are not participants. I'm sure that all of you ladies have all noticed also that all of the men have very similar builds and other physical attributes, the same as all the women share very similar attributes. 

"Once the study begins, I must ask that you do not discuss the scheduling or any other aspect of the study with any of the other people here tonight to avoid invalidating the data captured for the study. I provided a listing of dos and don'ts to each of you prior to this meeting and your attendance here is your agreement to abide by the rules. I do want to re-emphasize one of the rules; each of you will behave like a gentleman or a lady, meaning that if your partner indicates reluctance to a particular activity, you will abide by that preference. No force may be used! Use of force would bring immediate dismissal from the study and possible legal repercussions. 

"This is the last chance for anyone who wishes to remove themselves from the study to do so. If you wish to quit the study, please contact me prior to leaving this room and I will switch you to non-participant status without making anyone else here aware of your status. I will be speaking privately to each of you tonight, both before and after the study activity. 

"As you all know, this study is being used to complete part of my doctoral dissertation and therefore I am footing the bill for all activities; I want to thank those participants who have approached me to offer assistance with funding by supplying locations free of charge. I also want to thank the volunteers who will be helping me with the logistics involved especially the transportation and housekeeping type services entailed. Some of these volunteers are members of my family and the others are members of my sorority, still others are business men and women of our community. Again, I want to thank all of you for your participation in my research study. 

***** ***** After some preparations were made and we were all shuffled around... 

"Okay, now that you are all blindfolded, I can inform you that just the 16 study participants, I and my assistants are in the room. We have four locations where there are two separated or soundproofed bedrooms available. Tonight, the ladies will select a numbered ball from the bowl which includes the numbers assigned to the men as they arrived earlier. Two men and two ladies will be escorted to each of the assigned bedroom locations and separated to the bedrooms as per this selection. Please remember that there will be no peeking and no talking from now on. After the activities and after the time allowed for showers, and by the way, my assistants will be available to help the ladies with their hair, the four people at each location will be returned here and that is when blindfolds will be removed so that no one will be able to determine who was with who during this time. 

"At that time, each of you will be given a questionnaire about tonight's actual activities and evaluation of your partner. Each of the remaining weeks, we will insure that you do not have a repeat with a partner previously matched with you. Next week, the men will select the numbers for the ladies participating. If there are any last minute questions, please raise your hand now and I will approach so you can whisper it to me and I will answer directly to you or to the group as a whole if that is advisable... Now, with the selections made and no unanswered questions, my assistants will move among you and guide the two matched couples to the transport van going to their destination." 

***** ***** After the ride to the location... 

Sophie had really planned well to insure anonymity of the study subjects. All the men used the same soap and cologne, we all had the same type of clothing; all the women were attired similarly as well and used the same body wash and perfume. We must look like a dance troupe or a choir in our matching outfits. 

I had volunteered my house as one of the sites and it had been accepted. Each participant would be having two visits to each of the four bedrooms to help avoid too much familiarity with the facility used. I was in a strange bedroom for tonight and so far couldn't even guess which woman was my partner. 

After a short familiarization tour of the bedroom and bathroom, the assistant had left us standing at the foot of the bed, touching fingertips. We knew where the massage oil was that could be used for moisturizer or lube, and where the stack of towels sat waiting for cleanup as well as the soap and body wash selected for our use. We knew where there were water bottles and a bowl of chilled fruit if we wanted them. There were chairs on either side at the foot of the bed for placing our clothes when they were removed, and we knew where the alarm clock sat to tell us when two hours were up. We were told that we could use as little or as much of the two hours as we agreed to between us. The two hour limit was set so that we would have clean up time; an hour, to get ready to leave when the night was ending. 

This was going to be quite a change from my usual practices with my dates, I mean, I always used visual clues to determine how my date was feeling about our activities as well as actually asking her what her preferences were. This would eliminate most of those kinds of hints since we weren't supposed to talk at all, hopefully I would still hear moans and sighs of approval from my date. That was how I gaged how successful a date was, the amount of sighs and moans I could elicit from the woman if sex was involved or her replies in conversation if we didn't engage in any sexual actions. 

For right now, I was going to have to go on with the sexual activities with less than half of the usual indicators and feedback and with almost none of the usual preparation since I did not know who I was with. But I had never been a 'Wham, Bam, Thank-you, Ma'am' kind of guy so I'd just go on as normally as I could. I'd never had any complaints before and didn't expect any now. 

Once the door clicked shut behind our guide, I moved half a step closer and brought her hand to my lips to kiss the back. We proceeded from there with some kissing and fondling. Hmmmm, the braille method of getting to know each other wouldn't be a bad idea for future dates and it made for some interesting times in getting naked for continuing the actions. We didn't want to lose contact and have to find each other again so we helped each other in removing our clothing. I thought that it may help her to be more relaxed if we took my clothes off first and so I had managed to move us to my chair and placed her hands at my shirt collar while I undid the first button. She proceeded from there with my help in placing the clothes so I'd be able to find them easily for redressing in the bathroom after a shower. She did some fondling as she undressed me, but not much kissing except on my lips and face. 

Once I was nude, I moved us back to her chair and reached to her collar to start undressing her while I kissed her and started trailing kisses to her ears and down her neck and then down over other parts of her body as they became uncovered. I made sure to hang her clothes neatly over her chair so she wouldn't have trouble finding them to redress either. I have to admit that losing the visual had a downer effect on me, but I made up for it by licking and kissing a few places that weren't high up on my usual kissing locations listing although I had kissed and licked just about every square inch of a woman's body numerous times in my thirty odd years of activity. 

Once she was nude, I shifted her to the side of the bed and had her sit down and I knelt between her legs. I held on to her shoulders and proceeded to kiss her some more from her lips, down her neck, down her chest, across her breasts licking and sucking her nipples, and down her tummy while I slid my hands down to hold her hips in place. When I reached her Mons, she seemed slightly uncomfortable, but didn't stop me even though she took a startled breath when I continued right on down to her slit.  

She hadn't offered to give me a blowjob, she had hardly offered much by way of a handjob, but to me, cunnilingus was just a normal part of foreplay and I had no reservations about including it in our time together. After all, half my pleasure was in making sure that my partner had just as much pleasure as myself, and I hadn't met a woman yet who didn't enjoy being eaten when it was done properly to her. From her reactions, I'd have to assume that either she had dated some very selfish individuals, or she had been in a relationship or relationships with only very inexperienced partners; or maybe it was both. I still wasn't sure of her age even after examining her body tactilely. 




Daddy's Little Helpers Ch. 03a



I managed to hold her in place through two orgasms, having to put a finger to her lips during the later stages of the first to remind her not to speak. Then I climbed up and knelt on the bed next to her while I picked her up and moved her, so she was straightened up on the bed so I could lie down beside her. I caressed her gently while she came back around from that second orgasm. I let my hand slide down behind her as she rolled up onto her side facing me and placed her hand up behind my shoulder. She gave me her most passionate kiss so far and then buried her nose into my chest. 

She shuddered for a minute or two and then just lay there quietly for a few more. Suddenly she moved her hand off my shoulder and jammed it under my arm and behind my back and pulled hard to get me rolled up on top of her. I shifted a knee down between her thighs and got up on my hands and shifted the other knee down also. With her one hand on my back, she reached the other down between us and grabbed my prick and aligned it with her pussy. After swishing my prick up and down her slit a couple times, she pulled it down and pushed her hips up taking in the head and the first inch or two. 

She moved both hands behind my lower back and pulling hard; she crushed her nipples into my chest as she licked up my neck and started sucking and biting gently on my earlobe. I felt her feet move up onto my buttocks and she flexed hard pulling up tight against me and burying my prick balls deep in her pussy. She alternated pulling and relaxing literally fucking me from below. 

At first she just made those little "uh" sounds each time she pulled tight burying me all the way into her pussy; a sort of a grunt like when a person makes an effort. But as she got going faster and harder, the sounds built up into "UH, UH, UH", a sound not just of effort but also of effect, the effect of nerves being pounded, the pressure building, pushing her towards another explosive orgasm, one that would literally throw her off the cliff into the churning chasm of bliss that would rip her control from her grasp and leave her reeling. I didn't realize it before, but I suddenly heard another sound, an answering humming sort of sound with a deeper rumble in reply to each of her grunts, and I was making it. 

When she first pulled me over her, I had my hands spread to either side of her head and my knees were close together between her thighs, but as she went faster and harder, my left hand went up to a point above her head and my knees slid out to stabilize me arched over her body. My right hand had slipped down and behind her back and was now helping pull her up against me, helping to force my prick to penetrate her as deep as it could get. My need to penetrate her was growing, it was building, it was multiplying; by leaps and bounds, by orders of magnitude, exponentially... and the only ending result would be my explosive climax soon; very, very, soon. 

I was in an alternate reality, a time-warped reality progressing in starts and stops. First a picture of my left elbow landing on the bed above her right shoulder, next scene was my forehead and nose hitting the pillow just off of her left ear, then my chest landing on her chest, crushing her tits against my chest, and my hips landing on hers smashing her down onto the bed with too much of my weight pinching her between me and the bed with the heel of my right palm trapped in the hollow of the small of her back, and my cock, buried as deep as it would go into her quivering cunt. The spasms in her cunt were matching to the spurts from my cock. Of course, I didn't really see any of this since I still had on the blindfold so it was all in my head. And, was there sound or not? I wasn't sure... I didn't hear anything; at least I didn't think I did. 

Suddenly I was back in real time and space and I knew that I needed to push myself up so that she would be able to breathe properly. I managed to push myself up to my left hand and knees. I felt her right fingers brushing against my left hip. With a little maneuvering, I managed to get my left knee out from between her thighs and down on the bed trapping her hand between our thighs. By pushing up harder, I was able to flop myself off to her right side and slip my right hand out from under her back. At least now, we would both be able to breathe and begin to recover from the effort of our orgasms. 

We lay there side by side for what I thought was about ten minutes recovering. We both seemed to be breathing easily now. Without being able to talk, I felt lost since in a dating situation, this is when I would normally ask if she had enjoyed what we had done and get hints as to what would be preferred if we were to continue. I guessed that we still had around another hour if we wanted to continue, but the only way to find out if she wanted that was to touch her and see, make that feel, the results. I wasn't sure if she wanted to or if she felt that there was time enough or if she might have some reason to end this experience now. How do you get that kind of feedback without being able to speak or see? 

I made sure that she could tell that I rolled up on my side facing her. I placed my hand on her chest just below her tits and drew a question mark. Then I started sliding my hand slowly down towards her pussy. If she didn't stop me, I would take that as an indication to continue. I had barely started sliding my hand down when she stopped my hand and moved my hand back to my chest. 

But then she rolled up onto her side and swung her leg over me as she pushed me onto my back. She continued her movement and ended up sitting on my stomach. She kept one hand on my chest, but the other landed just below my navel and started dropping towards my prick. I took that as a big yes! And my prick agreed with that assessment and started to grow. When her hand reached the root of my prick, she gripped it and started stroking it as it regrew to a full hard on. She leaned forward and scooted back until my prick was rubbing between the cheeks of her ass. Then she lifted up and aiming with her hand, aligned my prick and pushed down until it slid into her pussy. She began rocking forward and back humming with pleasure as it slid further and further inside. 

When she had straddled me, my hands had naturally slid to her thighs, and then on to her hips, and finally had moved back to grip the globes of her ass, kneading them as she moved above me. After several minutes of her posting on my prick, she moved her hands from my chest and grabbed onto my wrists. She slid my hands off her ass cheeks and up her sides and into position to cup her tits, first from below and then from the sides and back from below. Then she slid her hands up behind my hands and moved my fingers so that my thumbs and fingers were poised to pinch her nipples. She squeezed slightly and I twisted her nipples lightly as I continued the cupping motion on her tits. When she moaned I knew that I had the right rhythm going, it matched up quite well with the movement of her hips. She tightened the grip on my thumbs and fingers, so I pinched a little tighter on her nipples and she moaned a little louder. She was picking up speed of movement and volume in her moaning and her breathing was starting to get a little ragged when suddenly... 

BzzzzzzzZZZZZZZZZ... Damn, DAMN! The alarm was ringing; I must have misjudged the time completely. We tried to ignore it and succeeded for almost a minute but it was just too annoying and she finally just stopped moving and slumped for a second before she reached up and shut it off. "NuuuhhHHH," she mouthed, managing not to say anything more! But it had killed the moment and she climbed off, sitting down on her one foot next to my hip with her other leg apparently hanging off the side of the bed. 

After a few moments while I patted her knee, she gave a grunt of disappointment and she pushed up off the bed and I could hear her pick up her clothes and head into the bathroom. Our instructions allowed us to remove the blindfold in the bathroom as long as we didn't go in together, and didn't peek out at the other person. After all, we did want to be cleaned up when we returned from our experience and had to face the world again. The ladies were supposed to go first so they could have help with their hair while the men were getting their time for a shower. Once the man was in the bathroom, the lady was supposed to turn on the bedroom light and open the door so the guide would know that they could come in to offer help with the hair if needed. 

When I finished a quick shower and came out of the bathroom, our guide indicated that the other couple had already finished and had decided to wait in the van for us to come out too. She led us out and we sat down in the van for the ride back to the original meeting site where we would get our evaluation packet and be released to go home once everyone was there. We may have been the last group to return because very shortly after we returned, Sophie had passed out the packets and told us we could all now remove our blindfolds. When I looked around, all 32 of us were there which meant that other than the person themself; no one could tell which of us went to a bedroom and which of us didn't. Sophie asked us all to fill out the evaluation either tonight or early tomorrow so that the encounter would still be fresh in our minds. 

When I got home, I pulled out the evaluation form and proceeded to fill it out. It included questions that ranged from whether I enjoyed the experience and did I feel that my partner enjoyed it, through how old do I think my partner is and did I notice any peculiarities in my partner. There was a question that asked if I would want to know who this week's partner was once the study was completed, or would I like to let them know who I was. There were also spaces to make my own comments and space to ask questions about the study procedures. In the questions area, I put the question of if we would receive feedback from the prior partners as the study went along or after the end of the study; in other words, their evaluation of us. 

***** ***** The second week... 

When we arrived for the second week encounter, we were each checked in and asked for the evaluation packet by one of Sophie's assistants. Once again there were 32 people in the potential participant group. I believe that they were all the same people though I hadn't attempted to memorize the faces last week. Again we all looked like members of a singing or dancing group. In fact, everything seemed just the same as the prior week. The only difference that I was sure of is that my selection would be one of seven remaining ladies in the participant group since I had already been with one of them and we would not repeat partners during the study. 

***** ***** 

I was in a different unknown bedroom for this second week. After the quick tour, the guide left us the same as last week. After only about ten minutes, I was sure that my partner for tonight was one of the more mature ladies. She was just so sure of her actions and definite in her desires. There wasn't any noticeable difference in her body or energy levels or anything so easy to describe, it was just something in the attitude, maybe her confidence level or her poise. It was very definitely a pleasant, a very pleasurable experience, although she seemed to have set a schedule to get two rounds of activities in before the time ran out. But if I was looking to start a long term or permanent relationship, she could be a very viable candidate to consider; I'm sure the scheduling aspect would go away if we didn't have the two hour time constraint that was part of this study's limitations. 

***** ***** 

This time my van was not one of the last to return and we ended up sitting for about a half hour after we had returned. I thought that the travel time was probably the main reason for the difference. Once again, Sophie asked that if there were any questions that needed immediate answers, the person should raise a hand while the packets were handed out. With apparently no response, we were all told we could remove the blindfold and we were free to leave with her thanks. Again, all 32 of us were there when we removed the blindfold and we all went our separate ways. 

***** ***** 

The third and fourth weeks seemed very similar to the second; I was pretty sure that my partner for each of them was one of the more mature ladies. Again, no real physical difference, just a feeling I had of restraint or poise or confidence or something about them. These two weeks, I ended up in one of my own bedrooms but only recognized them when I had gone for my shower; it was odd that I hadn't noticed earlier. 

Starting with the third week, we did receive a bare-bones review of the evaluation of our prior partner which gave information on their opinion of our encounter, if they had approved giving it. These were of course, two weeks old to allow time for putting the data into the study database after it was turned in the next week after the encounter. I had made myself a copy of my evaluation and after I got home, I compared what I had thought with what my partner had thought. It seemed to match up fairly well. 

***** ***** 

The fifth week, start of the second half of the study, and I felt sure I would find myself with one of the younger ladies since I had already been with three of the more mature ladies. About ten minutes after the guide closed the bedroom door, I was sure as this lady was somewhat tentative, almost like she was embarrassed or afraid. I had used the same tactic with each lady to try to help them feel comfortable, first some kissing and fondling, then removing my clothes first and then theirs. This seemed to help this lady more just as it had helped my first partner more than the second, third, and fourth ones. 

This lady also seemed to be restricting her kisses mainly to my face and neck, but she did use her hands more on my chest and abdomen and down to my prick. I let her play a few minutes before I walked her to her side of the bed so I could undress her and get her onto the bed. As usual, I kissed and caressed each part of her body as I uncovered it. She also gasped when I kissed her right above her clit as I knelt and lowered her panties. Once her panties hit the floor, I pushed her back to have her sit on the side of the bed. I pulled up her feet to remove the panties altogether and placed her feet on the edge of the bed making her lie back. 

I then proceeded to kiss up her legs and thighs and began to lick and kiss her pretty little pussy; well at least it felt pretty. It wasn't very long before she started moaning lightly and undulating her abdominal muscles as she started building to her first orgasm. Her hands moved to the sides of my head, then to the back and interlaced gripping my hair holding me tightly against her pussy. I felt her thighs come up around my ears and I slipped my hands up to tweak her nipples as her head and neck curled up in the first wave of her orgasm. The second wave of her orgasm caused her to curl even tighter pulling her head and shoulders up off the bed and the third, she must have had half her back up in the air. The fourth, she was holding me so tight into her pussy that I couldn't breathe; only her ass cheeks must have been on the bed, when suddenly everything went slack. 

Her thighs fell away from my ears down onto my arms pulling my hands off of her nipples. I felt her hands release my head and her arms hit down on my own just outside of her thighs. Her body just crumpled rolling back onto the bed. I realized that the vibrating hum that she had been making was gone. I quickly scooted out from under her thighs and moved up to listen at her nose and mouth; she was breathing but very lightly like she was totally out. I listened for a moment or two just to be sure, then I hurried into the bathroom for a cool wet facecloth and grabbed a bottle of water as I returned to the bed. I just sat down beside her rubbing her wrists and hands until she suddenly took a very deep gasping breath. 

Then I took the wet facecloth and patted on her forehead and cheeks to cool her off a little. I offered her the bottle of water and she took a swig or two before handing it back. I gave her the facecloth and heard her rubbing it somewhere before she handed that back also. I placed the water bottle on the nightstand and folded the facecloth and propped it on top of the bottle. When I sat back down, she placed her palm on one cheek and kissed me on the other. 

I placed my arm around her shoulders and she dropped her hands to her lap while we sat a few minutes to allow her to get her breath back completely. I wasn't sure if she would want to continue or not. But she let me know shortly by pushing me down onto my back and she suddenly swung around over me and placed her knees on either side of my head and grabbed my prick and had it in her mouth before I could do anything else. 

Obviously she was ready to resume and she had a pretty good technique going. I was actually a little surprised since she hadn't shown any inclination while she was helping me get undressed earlier. I guess she just needed to be warmed up first before she could really get into it; but she was really into it now and she actually had me to the point of coming before she backed off a little to make it last. After I had gained a little control back, she started in hot and heavy again and brought me back to the edge for a second time. She stopped. 

She climbed off and made me slide over to the edge of the bed. She moved into the middle of the bed and pulled me over her face to face. My knees were between her thighs and my hands were beside her head as her hands slid down and positioned my prick at her pussy. Her hands went to my back and her feet crossed over my ass as she pulled me down and into her. She held us like that for a moment and then moved one hand behind my neck and the other to my chest. Her legs relaxed a little releasing my butt but remaining widespread and she placed her feet on the back of my thighs. She tilted her groin a few times to let me know that I should start thrusting in that eternal dance of love that every human knows by instinct. 

Her hum of satisfaction continued and I quickly joined her in a duet as we built once more towards the heights of pleasure. I knew that this time there would be no stopping and that we'd go off the edge when we arrived at the brink. She was right with me and we both moaned loudly as we flew off the edge into bliss. I spurted four, five, maybe even six times and every time she matched me, squeezing tightly with her arms and with her pussy before we both just collapsed into a tangle of arms and legs and sweaty bodies while we experienced a series of mild aftershocks. 

As soon as I could get some strength back into my arms, I lifted up off her chest so she could breathe a little easier but she wouldn't let me move off. She was keeping our genitals from separating, keeping my cock buried balls deep in her cunt. And it just felt right; I was completely inside her and we fit together like a hand and glove. 

We stayed like that for maybe ten minutes although I did push down with my knees to take most of my weight off of her as soon as I could. When my prick had shriveled down and come out she groaned in what sounded like disappointment. I think we both knew that there wasn't enough time left to do anything more tonight other than just cuddle a while before we had to get cleaned up. We did just lay side by side cuddling and exchanging gentle kisses and it was only a short time until the alarm went off and she had to start her shower. 

She finished quickly and I jumped in and took a quick shower also. When I got out, the guide told us the other couple wasn't ready yet and she moved the chairs to a small table in the room and sat the fruit bowl there for us to wait. We sat and ate and held hands until the guide came back for us. Our van was maybe the last to get back because very shortly after we returned, Sophie handed out the packets and after checking for immediate questions, she released us. 




Daddy's Little Helpers Ch. 03a



***** ***** 

Week six was the other older lady and it was my own bedroom. I was pretty sure that I had been with the four older ladies now. So that left me with two ladies in their twenties or in their thirties; one in my bedroom and one somewhere else. Week seven was rather strange, the girl must have been in her twenties and she was hyper. We were in the somewhere else place and she was on me before the guide had left the other side of the door after she closed it. My clothes hit the chair so fast that I wasn't even sure they were on it. She was naked before I even offered to undress her. She did a handjob and a blowjob almost before we touched the bed. The usual saying is that the guy gets off super-fast and leaves the girl hanging; but not with her; she got off on my fingers and tongue so fast that I barely registered the contact. And talk about being multi-orgasmic, she was a machine gun. I think she was trying to see how many positions she could get off in during the two hours. She was going so fast that I couldn't even get halfway there before she was changing to a different position. And it's hard to slow someone down when you can't talk to them! She must have had a gallon of coffee or Red Bull or something right before she came to the study encounter. I was kind of glad for the two hour limit; she'd have killed me if she could have just kept going. I sure hoped that week eight would be a more reasonably paced event. 

***** ***** 

We were all asked to arrive an hour early and hold aside at least an extra hour after the encounter for week eight. Sophie wanted to get all of the evaluation sheets turned in before everyone left that final time, and she wanted to thank everyone with a wrap-up party. I had told Sophie that she could use my pool, hot tub and patio for the party to save her the money of renting a site, so everyone was instructed to bring swimsuits if they wanted. My place was only a five minute ride from the meeting site. 

When we arrived, each of us was handed the week seven review information which we had all turned in early to allow early result distribution. We were told that the week eight review information would be available in about a week also for those who wanted it. It would include everything that was allowed to be released based on our responses to the evaluation sheets for each week. I had marked down that each of my partners could have all of the information including my name; I felt I had nothing to hide. 

I knew that I was in my own bedroom and I was quite sure that my partner for the night was in her twenties or thirties. As usual, when the guide left, we were standing at the foot of the bed touching fingertips. We both took a half step closer and I raised her hand to my lips; what was unusual was that she kissed both of my hands before she moved in to kiss my lips. She then gave me a quick hug before reaching to my collar to unbutton my shirt, but it didn't seem rushed, just confident. She also placed my hands at the buttons on her clothes, obviously not shy about me removing her clothes as well. 

We were each caressing and kissing skin as it was uncovered and it wasn't long before we were both nude. Her confidence amazed me as she made me crawl up onto the bed from the foot and she positioned us to perform oral sex on each other as we lay side by side. When I had felt her move into a 69 position, I had immediately placed one thigh as a pillow for her and my other straight up with my foot on the bed to avoid getting my leg tired. I had to move her legs to a similar position since she appeared not to know how to do that or maybe, more likely, it was that she had not been expecting it. 

After a few minutes, I rolled onto my back pulling her over me. This position made it easier on her and gave me better access to her at the same time. She was wet and getting wetter with each stroke of my tongue through her pussy. She tasted wonderful. I was alternating the strokes, first from just under her clit, down through her lips and across her little pucker, then back in the opposite direction until I bumped into her clit. 

Her first orgasm sort of snuck up on her and she nipped my prick a little harder than she intended. It didn't really hurt, and it didn't diminish my erection at all, but it backed me away from my orgasm a little. She pulled my prick out of her mouth and kissed it a few times where her teeth had hit before reinserting it and drawing it deeper, almost into her throat. I felt that she was approaching a second orgasm when she stopped and pushed up onto her hands and knees. 

Since my hands had been on her ass cheeks, I could tell that she straightened her legs and by moving alternating hands and feet she spun around and ended up lowering herself onto my belly and she kissed me right on my lips before licking my face mostly clean. Then she lifted slightly and brushed her nipples over my mouth and invited me to suck each for a couple minutes. Next she slid back and her pussy just swallowed the head of my prick without even using her hands to align it. 

She started rocking slowly, taking a little more of my prick each time she moved back, until she had about half of it inside her pussy. Suddenly that second orgasm grabbed her and she started shaking and quaking on top of me as I held her in my arms. She stiffened and her moan turned into a grunt as it went up in pitch by about an octave. I was glad she was singing instead of biting, she definitely would have drawn blood with how hard that orgasm hit her. 

Her head started to drop and she just caught the corner of my mouth with a kiss before it drooped down to my neck and then she kissed my collar bone and crumpled onto my chest. I stroked her back and sides a couple times while she breathed deeply trying to get her breathing back to normal. I could feel the small spasms in her pussy as she lay quietly on my chest. 

After a few minutes, she pushed herself back up and resumed the rocking motion, taking a little more of my prick again each time. She made a wonderful little hum of contentment when she realized that she had gotten all of it inside. She moved her hands to my chest and pushed all the way up to a sitting position. She grabbed my hands and placed them on her tits and held them there for a minute as she started an up and down movement where my prick almost came out of her, to where it was buried to the balls inside of her. 

I hadn't been able to stay completely still under her, I had been flexing up slightly and I had been caressing her tits gently. But as I felt her start into another orgasmic episode, I started squeezing her nipples, first lightly, then gradually with more force while I continued to caress her tits more intensely. I felt my own orgasm building and I knew that when she came over the top this next time, I would be coming over right with her. She was moving faster and pushing down harder, and faster and harder and suddenly she lost her rhythm and her hips started into a circling motion and I was flexing harder up into her and I felt the start of the movement of my sperm out of my balls and up the shaft of my cock and as it blew out into her cunt she was vibrating on me and screaming out her orgasm in totally unintelligible noises. It was stupendous... and it was devastating... and suddenly we were gone clear out of reality and into some other place where there were the flashes like fireworks and the crashing like waves on a rocky shore and the warmth like a summer day and I don't know if I passed out or fell asleep or what, but when I regained my senses, I was holding her on my chest with her head on my shoulder and she was silent and unmoving and so we stayed for a while. 

Eventually, she started to stir and she pulled her hands back onto my chest and pushed herself back to a sitting position. My prick had deflated but was still barely hanging in her pussy. It was the only part of me that seemed to have any energy because as she sat up it started to regain some of its size and stiffness. My arms felt more like lead weights than anything else and I couldn't even move my legs yet. I had no idea if two or fifty two minutes had passed while we were gone. 

She seemed to be out of energy also as she just sat there on top of me for a few minutes. Then she just slid off to the side and laid her head on my belly and almost like a baby nursing, she gently took my prick into her mouth and suckled on it. She wasn't trying to start anything, or at least it didn't feel like she was, it was just a contented, soft, gentle movement of relaxation. After several minutes, she patted my prick and swung up and laid her head on my shoulder and sighed as she gave me a gentle kiss on my neck. I just naturally rubbed my hands softly up and down her back. 

It was an eternity or less than ten minutes that we laid there cuddling when the alarm went off. We both made a very frustrated sound before she started to get up and grab her clothes to head in for her shower. She only took about fifteen or twenty minutes for her shower and when she came out; I couldn't help myself; I gave her a kiss on the cheek as I passed her headed into the bathroom. When I came out the guide had brought the fruit and water bottles over to the table and sat us down to wait while she went to help the others finish up. 

Once we were back in the van, we rode around several extra blocks or side roads to get back to the meeting place. We were one of the first groups back because we waited for quite some time before the packets were passed out and we were told to remove the blindfolds. We had returned to a different room this time, one apparently used for testing or something because we were each at a separate table with partition walls. Sophie asked that we complete the evaluation sheets first thing. 

Now the evaluation sheet normally took me less than 20 minutes unless I wrote a lot in under the comments and suggestions sections. But this sheet had a few extra questions including the last one that asked if we wanted to guess as to what was the real purpose for the study. We had been told that it was a study to determine differences in the psychology of people in regards to sex based on differences in age. It seems that maybe that wasn't the real question being studied, at least not based on that evaluation question being there. I took a couple extra minutes thinking back on what questions had been asked before I wrote down several possible subjects that may have been important in the study. 

One of the subjects might be how far people are willing to go to cooperate in a scientific study of a controversial nature like sex, another possibility is how well people can interact when two of their five senses are restricted while in a situation partly beyond their control, another could be how willing people are to communicate a rating of other people in a stressful situation, or even how well do people react to a critique of an activity they have engaged in with another person. As I thought back over the eight weeks, I realized that if the original stated purpose was not the actual purpose, then the last subject could well be the main focus since starting on the third week evaluation sheet, a question was added that asked if I, the test subject, had made any changes to my actions during the encounter based on any feedback I received from the prior week's evaluation. 

The final notation on the evaluation sheet was not a question but a notification that we could receive a copy of the general study results, the one that gave statistical information without identifying which participant(s) it refers to. We would also get a copy of the results customized for ourselves with all information allowed to be released to us as per the evaluation sheet replies; in other words, we could be told what anyone else in the study wanted us to know in regards to them. Those results would be ready and distributed within several weeks. 

Sophie gave us about thirty minutes to complete the evaluation before she asked if anyone was not finished yet. She gave them a few more minutes before asking again and then she started her final speech for the study. 

"I want to again thank all of you for taking part in this study. As I am sure you know; this study has been done in part to be included in my doctoral dissertation to show that I know how to create, perform and then evaluate the results of a scientific study in my major field which is Psychology. I am happy that I can tell you all that unless I see some very 'different' responses in tonight's evaluations, none of you will qualify to be participants in any Abnormal Psychology study... Now, if anyone has any other last minute question that we all should hear an answer to, please raise your hand now... 

"Okay, with no other questions, we have a map to show how to get to the party site which is actually at my father's house. Because it is a private home, there may be parking problems if everyone drives individually. I have use of the vans until tomorrow morning or if people will rideshare it is only a five minute drive from here. My dad told me that he has beer, wine, and wine coolers, soft drinks and bottled water but if you want something stronger, you need to bring it yourself. No one will be allowed to drive themselves home drunk! Dad also has real food and snacks available, he says don't expect Filet Mignon or Maine Lobster, but it isn't rubber chicken or hot dogs either. 

"I promised dad that everyone would go home by noon... 

"Just kidding, Dad! 

"Again, thank you all for your cooperation in my study."



Daddy's Little Helpers Ch. 03b



** Almost no sex in this one - just tying up some loose ends ** 

From Chapter 03a... 

"Okay, with no other questions, we have a map to show how to get to the party site which is actually at my father's house. Because it is a private home, there may be parking problems if everyone drives individually. I have use of the vans until tomorrow morning or if people will rideshare it is only a five minute drive from here. My dad told me that he has beer, wine, and wine coolers, soft drinks and bottled water but if you want something stronger, you need to bring it yourself. No one will be allowed to drive themselves home drunk! Dad also has real food and snacks available, he says don't expect Filet Mignon or Maine Lobster, but it isn't rubber chicken or hot dogs either. 

"I promised dad that everyone would go home by noon... 

"Just kidding, Dad! 

"Again, thank you all for your cooperation in my study." 

***** 

Chapter 03b 

The Party and Afterwards 

I wanted my daughter's close party to be safe, enjoyable and memorable for everyone. So I had several signs painted at the local vocational school. The first that everyone would see was actually a series. At the front walk was a sign pointing to the side entry to the back yard area. The second in the series said PARTY with an arrow mimicking the sweep of the sidewalk to the back. Then, on separate signs they said SHARE, COMMON COURTESY, AND FUN, WITH EVERYONE, HERE!! over an arrow pointing in through the gate in the privacy fence. I hired three off duty police officers as security and had some designated drivers, if needed. 

I ordered 16 servings in each of two entrees from each of my favorite Italian, Chinese and Mexican restaurants, 16 six ounce sirloin steaks and 16 half racks of ribs to be grilled on a rented smoker/grill by my favorite steakhouse master griller, and assorted sides and vegetarian dishes along with various hors-d'oeuvres and canapés. Each restaurant had its own separate little kiosk and had sent an assistant cook/server to prepare the food as requested and I had a couple people serving as waiters to keep the finger food available. I had arranged with the local VFW hall to donate any leftover food to the picnic they were throwing for the local veterans tomorrow afternoon. 

I had several bottles each of three different white and red wines and a couple of cases of five different beers, there were several different wine coolers as well as a variety of fruit juices and bottled waters and a wide selection of soft drinks, all served by two barmen who knew which of Sophie's helpers were too young for alcoholic beverages. 

I had all the food and drinks set up in a lighted open-sided tent pavilion just off the edge of the patio next to the pool. I had a sign to request that no glass items be taken into the pool or hot tub areas. There was a seating area with tables set up in the tent also and on the side opposite the pool, I had a twenty foot by twenty foot temporary dance floor with a choose your own music touch screen system. 

The pool house has two bathrooms and two other dressing areas which I had marked; one for men, the other for women. The basement recreation room also has a bathroom along with the pool table and several card or game tables and a couple arcade game consoles and it was open for use. I also decided to leave the first floor door from the porch open just in case for the fourth bathroom. 

At the edge of the patio, where you would go back out to the parking area, I set up a signboard. It had two separate racks to hold colored balls. The bottom rack was a supply rack with ten white and ten red balls, putting a white ball in the top rack was to be used to indicate that someone needed a ride back to the meeting site; or a red ball to indicate a need for a ride all the way home if they had been drinking too much. If a ball was in the top rack, someone in a car or van would take them within thirty minutes or less. 

I had driven my SUV so I had space to take five people with me. Several others also had space for five each and with the others who wanted to drive carrying two or three each, we only needed two of the vans to carry all of the rest, including all of Sophie's assistants. We actually made a caravan as we drove to my house with me in the lead to open the gate. The policemen helped space out the cars along the edge of the driveway so anyone could leave when they were ready without anyone else having to move their car. The gate opens automatically when a car wants to leave. 

It was only when they pulled up at the garage doors that I realized that Barb and Lexie were among Sophie's assistants. They each had their SUV full of people also. I guess they didn't want to distract me during the study and I think they were right in that. We all sort of milled around until the people from the farthest parked car approached the group; then I waved everyone forward towards the side walk. 

I showed everyone where the bathrooms, and the food and drinks were located. I told them to tell the servers what type of food they would want so it could be ready when they were hungry. And then I stepped back to enjoy the party also, mingling with everyone else as the evening went on. Most people stayed for several hours but a few left right after they had the real food and a drink. But the pool, the hot tub, the dance floor and even the arcade games saw some use. Barb, Lexie and Sophie were the last to leave and that was about 1:30 in the morning. We planned to get together in the afternoon and talk and have a family dinner. 

I am glad to say that no one got drunk although a few did have someone else drive them home. A couple people had someone come to pick them up either at my home or at the meeting site when they were ready to leave. My designated drivers always stayed at the meeting site until each person there started away, no one was left alone. 

***** ***** 

By noon, the tent was gone, the dance floor was removed, and the only sign that there had been a party at my house was the trampled grass. Even the pool service had been there to take care of cleaning the pool and hot tub. All four restaurants had donated the same amount of food that I had ordered, adding it to the leftovers from the party and delivering it to the VFW picnic. I sent the unused cases of beer and soft drinks along also. 

My girls arrived at about 4:00 and we talked a bit about the party before we loaded up in my SUV and headed out to our favorite German restaurant for dinner. During the ride, Sophie again thanked us all for our help with the study. I re-iterated how surprised I was to see that Barb and Lexie were assistants in the study and Sophie explained that they had not been guides for any of my encounters nor had any other guides been family or friends of any of the participants they handled. 

We did not continue the conversation once we arrived at the restaurant to insure that no one would overhear anything about the study. We talked about anything and everything else while we ate, especially the food at this meal and more about what happened during the party and the food there. Sophie said I really went above and beyond with what I had done for the party and was very pleased that everyone had such a good time. Shortly before we arrived back at my house, after looking over her shoulder to her sisters, Sophie said that we needed to have a family discussion when we got home. 

"Dad, can we each have a glass of wine while we chat," asked Barb? 

"Sure, although I think I'd like a beer instead. Should we sit in the breakfast nook or do we need padded chairs for a longer talk?" 

"Let's use the family room, if you all agree," said Sophie. 

"Good idea. I'll get the drinks and be in in a minute. You both want white," asked Lexie? 

I sat down on the loveseat and Barb sat next to me. Sophie pulled two straightback wooden chairs right up close and sat in one. When Lexie came in, she sat in the other after giving the other two their wineglasses and me a beer. 

"This sounds and looks sort of serious. Sophie, is there something wrong? You know that Barb and Lexie and I will do anything we can to help you with any kind of problem." 

"Thanks, Dad, but it isn't that I have any kind of problem, but you may have a problem with something that we did. I don't know of any way to say this that might make it easier. I... Um... We... Um..." 

"Dad, what Sophie is trying to tell you is that we did something to you that we maybe shouldn't have done and we aren't sure if you'll be super angry or displeased or disgusted or we hope, okay with us when we tell you. My friend Gail told me that you had known what we were doing about using you to help our friends but also to get you out there involved in life again, too. When she told us that you knew, we were going to back off and let you do things at your own pace, but when Sophie's dissertation needed a study and she came up with the idea and it got approved, well, we kind of all decided that it may be our best shot. Um, Barb?" 

"Okay, okay. Dad, when you were blindfolded last night, I was the woman blindfolded with you..." 

"Wha..." 

"And, Sophie was with you the first week, and Lexie was with you the fifth week..." 

"But..." 

"Please wait and hear us out, Dad." 

"Yes, please let us talk first," both Sophie and Lexie agreed as they sat down their wineglasses on the table behind them. 

"Dad, last night was the purest, the most meaningful sexual experience I've ever had. We all know that Mom thought that you were the best thing that ever happened to her, and we all know that you loved her beyond anyone else in the whole world. She told us that you were probably the best human being that we would ever meet and we should always compare our boyfriends to you in how they treated us. We could tell that she felt that you were the top of the list for love and sex too, and although she never came right out and said it, that comparison had to be considered also. 

"I've had guys lick me and fondle me and make what they called love to me, but last night you took me so far beyond anything that anyone else had ever done to me and for me. I felt true love last night and now I know what it really is and now I have a yardstick to measure what I get from any future boyfriend. I tried to make sure that you knew, that you felt the love that I have for you while we were together, even with the limitations caused by the study. I feel sure that you did feel it and that you know that your partner last night fully appreciated being with you. 

"Now please don't say anything yet, please let Lexie talk first." 

"Dad, I don't know what else I can say that would mean any more than what Barb has already told you. We all love you more than any other man we know and we trust you with our lives. We know that you would never hurt anyone much less hurt us and we wanted to show you just how we felt about you. 

"Now we know why Mom used you to help the woman that was her friend while she was in college studying to start her business. By the way, Gail told me that you said you had helped many more women than just that one. Is that true? Did Mom use you with lots more women than we knew about? Wait, we can talk about that later. But we do know that you make every woman you are with feel like the most loved woman on this Earth. 

"I felt it; in fact I felt it so deeply that I literally passed out. You were so sweet when you brought me the wet washcloth and gave me some water to drink. Even though I knew that you would have done that for any woman you were with, it made me feel extra special when you then just held me for a minute while I finished recovering. I knew right away that anything we did would be fine and I was really frustrated when the alarm went off before we had enough time for much more. Now, please let Sophie have her say before you talk any more." 

"Daddy, we hope that you don't feel that we cheated you by fooling you about us being partners to you during the study. We really had intended to back off and let you go on with your love life in your own time and at your own pace. But then the concept of the study got approved and when I ran into a problem at that first week meeting, I just knew that I had to take advantage of that situation and be your first partner. 

The girl that you were first going to be with suddenly started her period a day early, right after she had selected your number. And I couldn't ask someone else to step in at the last moment like that, so I decided to do it myself. I actually had to amend the study procedure because of that happening and so I made arrangements to have at least one extra person in each age range of each sex be available in case of another incident like that. In fact, four of the non-participant women, and two of the non-participant men, ended up being called upon to substitute when someone could not do their turn during the study; some of them ended up doing it more than once. 

"The next day when I talked it over with Barb and Lexie, told them what I had done, they insisted that if it happened again with your partner, that they become the replacement if the age grouping was right. The fifth week and eighth week, were not planned ahead other than that. I didn't want the results of the study to be invalidated because we used wrong aged people and it ended up that it just happened to work out to our advantage. 

"They knew it was going to be you, but I didn't tell them what to expect and they followed all the other guidelines of the study procedure. They promised to do the evaluation forms as though they didn't know it was you. And I am following proper procedure also and I haven't yet seen their forms; all of the study information has been entered by an assistant who has no knowledge of what number belongs with what study participant. 

"Daddy, I know that I was hesitant, no, I was scared that first week. And I only had about 45 minutes to wrap my head around the fact that I was going to be with you. But you still got me through it even though you didn't know it was me. 

"You were right to put your finger on my lips when I was going through that first orgasm, I was going to say thank you, and that would have really been bad. I know you would have recognized my voice, although, you had never heard me when I was that excited before, so maybe not. 

"Then when I came back around after that second orgasm, I just had to kiss you and I had such a strong after shock, it was as strong as some full on orgasms I've had in the past. When I got a little strength back, I just had to have you in me; not in a couple minutes, not in one minute, but now! I know I got a little carried away but when I got you over me, and lined up and I felt your cock on my cunt lips, I just couldn't stop myself. 

"I could feel that you were surprised and you just held yourself still and let me take what I wanted, and what I wanted was you, you all the way in me. I felt your cock in me and my cunt was squeezing you again and again and you were spurting into me and... and I was licking your earlobe and biting it and I felt you deep in me and pressed so hard against me, my nipples were crushed to your chest and it felt so good... I don't know what happened, I just... I... I... OH, Daddy, I... I'm coming again right nowwwwwwWWWW!" 

She had been getting more and more agitated as she was telling us about it and when she started stuttering, I had reached out to take her hand. As soon as my hand touched her arm, that's when she said she was coming. Barb had grabbed her other arm and even though she had gone completely stiff, we managed to keep her from falling out of her chair and get hurt. She shook for almost 30 seconds before she went completely limp. I picked her up and carried her over and laid her down on the couch, sitting on the edge to keep her from rolling off accidentally. 

I sent Lexie to grab a wet facecloth and Barb brought over Sophie's wineglass to let her have a sip when she woke back up. Lexie was back in less than a minute and handed me the facecloth. I moistened Sophie's forehead and cheeks and then placed the cool cloth on the side of her neck. In less than another minute, her eyelids fluttered open and she blinked a couple times before she smiled up at me. 

"Take a minute and relax, Sophie. You'll be just fine. Here, take a little sip of your wine, but just a little until you sit up straight." 

Suddenly Sophie noticed Lexie leaning over the back of the couch looking down at her and Barb kneeling by her head holding her wineglass for her. Her eyes showed a little panic and her smile evaporated. Her face started to shift to a frown. 

"Oh, oh, oh damn! I... I was reliving the encounter and I got carried away. I'm so sorry, oh, so sorry!" 

I placed my finger on her mouth and brought her hand to my lips and kissed it gently. I gave Barb the facecloth and took both of Sophie's hands and helped her sit up straight. I moved myself around a little and sat on the couch and hugged Sophie.  

"Don't apologize for this. I hope you can always remember so vividly the things that happen in your life that you have enjoyed. Nothing you could do; would have shown me better, how you feel about what happened during the study. I guess I may be a little warped but, it builds my ego and makes me kind of proud, that just the memory of our time together is so good that you came without having to even touch yourself. 

"I have to admit that this conversation caught me totally flatfooted. I never saw it coming; I had no idea that you all were so interested in experiencing that kind of contact with me. I mean I just never... 

"Wait a minute; let me think a minute, yes, let me start back at the beginning. Maybe we can get everything straightened out now... I started learning about cars when I was about 10 years old. My next door neighbor, who I knew as Uncle Mike, was a good friend of my dad's and he was a mechanic. He let me help him when he was working on cars in his garage at home. 

"So I learned that you use the right tool and the right parts to do a job. That became my philosophy, find out what's right, and do that. When I turned 16, Mike got me a part time job at the car dealership where he worked. It was only as a go-fer, but I started learning even more about cars and such. 

"Your mother and I met about two months into our freshman year if high school. She helped me with English and Geography and I helped her with Math. It was a good deal for both of us but I was getting more out of it than she was. I was doing everything I could to do what she wanted or needed while we were in school. One thing that I was good at, was giving her honest compliments. And I would help her to help her friends with all kinds of things, too. 

"When she told me that her dad was going to buy her a used car as a graduation and 18th birthday present, I started checking with Mike to see what car we had on the lot that would be the best one in her dad's price range. She had that car for 8 years and she loved it. Barb, you were about 4 and a half when she sold it. Do you remember it at all? It was the dark blue one. Anyway... 

"We had been dating since her dad let her start dating, which was after her 17th birthday, about four month before the end of our junior year. By the time we were seniors, I knew that we were going to be married even though I hadn't asked her. I think that she had the same idea even though she hadn't said anything to me about it either. 

"We were very popular in school; we were even elected queen and king at the prom. Everyone voted for Caroline, the quarterback made almost everyone vote for me. At the end of the night, the girl in charge of the voting told me that Caroline was the only one that hadn't voted for Caroline, she voted for her best girlfriend who was having some boyfriend problems right then. I had voted for the center of the football team; he had the same philosophy as me, to help everyone you can. Four of the members of the chess club didn't vote for me, they wanted one of the brainy people as a protest to the jocks trying to make the selection. I'm sure your mom showed you the picture of the 'prom court'. It was the only year that there were an odd number of people in the photo and it was the fewest people ever too. 




Daddy's Little Helpers Ch. 03b



"Anyway, after we graduated, I went to work full time at the car lot, getting into sales and coordinating the sales and service departments. In only three months, people were actually coming in and asking for me when they wanted to buy a car. I always made sure they got the best car for their money, and I made sure that when it was brought in for service, it was clean and ready when it was promised. By the time a year had passed, I was passing customers to other salesmen who seemed to believe the same thing I did about do the best you could for the customer. Your mom and I decided to start planning our wedding. 

"About that time, one of your mom's friends from back in high school; had a really bad breakup with her boyfriend. He really put her down and your mom couldn't seem to bring her back up. Caroline asked me to help her friend out, at first it was just talking, but your mom pushed it and at her insistence, I ended up taking the girl out on a 'date'. She was so surprised when I treated her nicely and Caroline insisted that we go out together, the three of us, to show her that what I had done with her was normal, not a put-on for her. Things got a little carried away after that and your mom and I had sex at the girl's house and she joined in. We ended up setting her up with the center from the prom court and last I heard they had five kids and six grandkids and were living in Colorado. 

"So that's how your mom and I got started in helping her friends through difficult times. In reply to your question earlier, Lexie, yes, your mom had me performing that service many more times. Sometimes it was several weeks or months, even a year a time or two between those sessions, but it continued all the way through until a few months before her accident. I have to admit that I enjoyed the times that your mom set that up, but I never did anything that she didn't set up and approve. And I always made sure that the woman involved knew that it was Caroline's decision and only with Caroline's approval that anything could happen, usually with your mom's participation, too. 

"Now, now that I have talked about how all of that came about and how it proceeded. I think we need to talk about what has happened in these last eight weeks... 

"I know that society says I should be horrified at what has happened and as I said, it did catch me by surprise. I guess I should explain that back when I broke my arm, and you were all talking over in the corner of my room, I heard more than you thought I did. I knew what you all were planning and it made me remember what your mom thought and did all those years and what she would say to me about me shutting down my life. 

"Maybe the pain killers affected my listening skills, or maybe I just missed it or misinterpreted it, but I don't remember anything that indicated that you all wanted to participate in my sex life yourselves. In any event, now we have participated and we need to determine if what we did was right for us or not. As I said to Sophie, I hope that what we did will be a bright memory for each of you. And, from what you have said, it seems that it is. And now that I know that you were the partners in that first, fifth and eighth weeks, it will be an even more precious memory for me. 

"You girls know that I love you more than anything else in the whole world. And you know that you three are the only thing that kept me from just shutting down and following your mom when she passed. You have had more time to think this over and it appears that you all feel that what happened was the right thing to do. 

"You may not have thought of this at all, and I want you to think it over carefully if you haven't already and you can tell me your thoughts later. But now, I will need for you to tell me something; are you happy with things exactly the way they have been for the last two years before these last eight weeks, or not? I guess what I need to know is if this was a one-time event that you just needed to experience, or if you feel that it is just the first time of a continuing experience. 

"You may not all agree in your thoughts and that's all right too. Don't feel bad either way; right now, I need to take some time to think. I have to make sure that I don't feel that what has happened will in some way hurt you, then I can think more on whether continuing would hurt you." 

"Dad, you're right. We have had a lot more time to think this over than you have had. Lexie, Sophie and I have been thinking about this seriously for the last eight weeks and we know what we want. We even got together this morning for a couple hours to review our thoughts and we have come to a conclusion. If it hadn't been for the requirements of maintaining the anonymity of the study, all of us would have jumped you already. They tell me that they would have waited for me to get my shot at being with you before they did again, but I wouldn't have waited to the eighth week if the study hadn't been in the way. 

"So what we are saying, Dad; is that if you don't want to beat us off with a stick, you have three women that you are going to be loving on a very regular basis. And we still do want you to be available when we have friends that need your special touch. We'll try to be patient and not all jump you at the same time, and we'll try to only have you make yourself available periodically so that you can recover between times, but you will be our man. And even if or when, we find someone whom we feel might become our life match, and we start to share our lives with that person, we will still need to have you as that safe and loving haven and source of comfort, for ourselves, and our friends." 

"Yes, Dad," said Lexie, "This is going to be an on-going thing, definitely an on-going thing!" 

"Yes, permanently," said Sophie!