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Melody

By: biggshow13



I moved into a new apartment days after my slut of a wife demanded a divorce. According to her, I was a disgusting, sex-starved pervert because she found a couple of pornographic spams in my email. Little did she know I knew the truth about her. I had been having suspicions about her for awhile, and had installed some spy cameras around the house while she was visiting family a few months earlier. I hid one in our bedroom, and others throughout the house, and was quickly rewarded for my efforts. Days after she came back from her visit, I saw her in our bedroom, getting herself off while on the phone. A check of the phone records showed a call to a number in her hometown, which I was able to trace to a man she had gone to high school with.

After that, there was several more of these phone sessions, each happening during days when she knew I'd be at work late. Finally, a week before she demanded the divorce and kicked me out, I watched my 'innocent' wife take a strange man's cock in her ass, twice. This coming from a woman that wouldn't even have sex with me with the lights on, because she 'thought sex was a dirty thing'. She never initiated sex, and always tolerated my advances reluctantly.

The only reason I moved so quietly, and held my tongue, was because my attorney advised me that presenting my evidence of her unfaithfulness would be counter-productive so early in the game. There was an alimony hearing scheduled for the near future, and we were going to reveal our evidence then. She was asking for what would be 60% of my base income as alimony, as well as the house, cars, and everything else of value we had accumulated over a decade of marriage. The judge hearing the case was known to take a very dim view of cheating spouses, and we were very confident we would walk out with pretty much everything once our proof was revealed. All I had to do was keep my nose clean until the hearing.

My new home was a small apartment over the garage of an associate of mine from work. He was officially renting it to me for a large amount of money, but in reality, rent was only a couple of hundred dollars a month. He simply cashed my large checks, deposited the majority of the money into a separate account, and kept the real amount. My attorney didn't know about the arrangement, since I set it up as a dodge on the alimony, just in case. It came fully furnished in what I called bachelor chic. A beat up fold out sofa bed couch, shelving units made up of cinder blocks and boards, and a beat up queen sized bed. Of course, the most expensive thing in the place was the entertainment system. He used the place mainly to watch sports with the guys, so the furnishings were perfect for the needs.

My bedroom window overlooked the backyard of the house next to us, and the owner of that house had a Jacuzzi built into a deck against the wall. I had seen the tenants of the house a few times, and the woman living there was a very pretty lady. Tall, plump in the right places, dark skinned and jet black hair that cascaded down her back. A few days after moving in, I saw her as I was pulling up to the curb. She was struggling with a couple of heavy bags, and I trotted over, offering my help.

"Thank you so much, but I don't want you to get into trouble on my account." I must have looked like a complete fool, because I had no idea what she was talking about. She never moved, but her right hand gestured towards a van parked down the block.

"That van down the street? The black one? It's owned by a private investigator I hired for my own divorce a couple of years ago. According to Garrett, you're in the middle of a nasty divorce yourself, and I know this guy handles cheating spouse cases on a regular basis."

"You're sure of this?"

"Absolutely. He's the reason I have this house and everything in it. Saved me from my asshole ex. Now go away, before he gets more pictures."

I nodded, and went back to my car, stunned, but not really surprised. I knew Andi was a cold-hearted cheating bitch, but the fact that she was spending my money on a private investigator to catch me doing something she was doing herself...I almost lost it right there. The irony of the situation was just too sweet. She was in for a big surprise. Now that I knew about it, I would be even more careful about who I spoke to, and what I did.

That night, sitting in my rat hole, drinking a beer and watching TV, I was surprised by a knock on the door. I was about to get up and answer it when Garrett walked in.

"The knocking was just a courtesy. I do own the place, after all."

He went right to the fridge, grabbed one of my beers, and plopped into the ratty, but still comfortable chair across from me.

"So Melody told me what she told you. I was as shocked as you must have been. I had no idea Andi was so vindictive...or so stupid. Well, I knew she was stupid, she did marry you, after all."

I flipped him the bird, and he laughed.

"I've recruited some of my son's friends to do a quiet drive-by and paint his van for you. They think he's spying on us, so no worries. Besides, they've hit my house for the last three years with toilet paper, and I've never been able to catch them. I doubt this clown could, either."

"As much as I wish I could see it, you should call them off. I don't want even the slightest hint of trouble with anyone."

"They're going to also hit several other cars in the neighborhood. The only thing is, they own all the cars they're going to hit, except that one. Trust me, it will look like a totally random incident."

"In that case, see if they can get pictures."

We laughed, and shot the bullshit for a while. As Garrett finally got up to leave, after drinking most of my beer, he dropped a minor bombshell on me.

"Melody wants to have you for dinner...I mean, over for dinner once things settle down for you. She was highly impressed with you, for some odd reason. It also helps that I told her the truth about what was going on with Andi, as well."

I just shook my head, and Garrett laughed.

"Come on, man, you know you need to get back into the saddle quickly. Melody is hot for you, and I know she hasn't gone out with anyone since her own divorce."

"How do you know that?"

"She's one of Kelly's best friends, that's how. They talk about sex all the time. Fortunately for me, Kelly has nothing to complain about..."

"So she likes her dicks tiny?"

He flipped me the bird and left, laughing. I got up and locked the door behind him, and shut down the apartment, planning on going to bed. I had yet to turn on the light in the bedroom when I noticed a light coming from Melody's back yard. For some reason, I quietly walked over to the window, and peeked out the blinds, wondering what she was doing outside so late in the evening. What I saw was enough to send the blood racing right into my neglected cock in a hurry.

Melody was standing next to the hot tub, stripping her clothing off. By clothing, I mean everything. Apparently, she was used to using her hot tub in the nude, and had forgotten that there was someone living in the apartment overlooking her backyard. She had already removed her blouse when I first looked out the window, and wasted little time reaching behind her to unhook her bra. Her plump tits had some sag, but were large enough that it just didn't matter. Her belly was rounded and large, without being grossly so. She turned her back to me to remove her pants, and her heart-shaped ass was a beautiful sight. As she straddled the side of the spa to get in, I was able to see that she was totally shaven, and that she had the kind of clit that poked out sweetly. 

My own cock was rock hard, and the source of some serious discomfort. I quietly undid my jeans and let them slide down, freeing my erection to the night air, and it fit into my hand naturally. I gave it a few soft strokes, feeling more than a little aroused, yet vaguely uncomfortable at the same time. I was attracted to this woman, and to stand here and watch her enjoy herself in the nude seemed inappropriate, somehow. I saw her glance in my direction, and I immediately froze, even though I knew there was no way she could see me. What she did next erased all discomfort from my mind. She smiled as she looked towards the window, and she gently caressed her left breast in her hands. I watched in shock and amazement as she lifted each of her tits to her mouth in turn, sucking on each of her nipples. As she let go, I realized that each one was pierced with small barbells.

Melody spent a lot of time on her breasts, gently suckling and kneading them, and as her hand moved underwater, my own hand went back to my cock, now throbbing for attention. I stroked myself slowly, absolutely mesmerized by this incredible sight. She lifted herself out of the hot tub, and sat on the edge, facing right at me. Her fingers did a delicate dance over her clit, and I could see just how aroused she was. My own hand was beginning to move much quicker, and as Melody fingered her sweet snatch into orgasm, I could feel my own eruption building quickly. I forced myself to stop touching myself, not wanting to come too quickly for Melody, even though she had no idea I was here. I watched as the waves of pleasure pulsed through her, and I could see her body quiver and shake as her orgasm moved though her.

She reached behind her, and I figured the show was over. To my surprise, she came up with a large dildo, which quickly found itself buried inside of her. She moved that fake cock in and out her with abandon, and I found myself stroking my cock again, without even realizing I was doing it. I could see her tempo increasing, almost in time with my own, and I quickly realized I would not be able to hold back again. I jerked my cock hard and fast, wanting to come to this incredible sight, and as Melody cried out softly with her own pleasure, I grunted heavily, and shot my load. It had been so long since my last release that my seed shot out with such force that it hit my chin as I hunched over, pounding my cock. I milked my cock dry, panting heavily with the pleasure that was running through me.

I finally managed enough self control to look out the window again, and saw that Melody was out of the spa, and had shut it off. She had gathered up her things, and was heading for the door. As she opened her back door, she turned and looked towards my window. To my amazement, she blew a kiss my way, and disappeared inside. I sat back on the bed, shocked. Somehow, she must have guessed I was there, and put on the show just for me. I cleaned myself up, laughing at the sight of my semen dripping off my chin. I crawled into bed, still smiling. As I fell asleep, I found myself wishing that my divorce were over already, so I could go next door, and sample what Melody had to offer for real...

Melody repeated her show a couple of times over the next few weeks, and each time, turned and blew a soft kiss at the window. I ran into her once or twice on the street, and to her credit, she never even blinked twice at seeing me. I just smiled and nodded my head, as if simply acknowledging a neighbor. I couldn't wait for my day in court to finally come.

After three separate delays, all brought about by Andi and her attorney, the day finally came to go to court. My lawyer had warned me to keep my mouth shut, no matter what, and to let them dig a gigantic hole for themselves. I knew he knew what he talking about, especially with the ammunition we had on her. We walked into the judge's chambers, and the pure venomous hate radiating from the woman I had married surprised me. I don't know how I managed to alienate her so completely, but for whatever reason, the Andi I married had disappeared completely, to be replaced by this hateful replica. Her attorney wasn't much better, using every polite name he could think of to call me a cheating piece of shit, not deserving of anything we had acquired together, and directly responsible for so much mental distress, that I would have to spend the rest of my life taking financial care of her to even begin to compensate.

I simply sat there, not saying a word, until they finished with their character assassination. When my lawyer looked at me, I nodded, and spoke for the first time.

"Your honor, if I might say a few words in my own defense? The supposed internet obsession with pornography my wife is speaking of is simply the unfortunate by-product of having an active email account. They were nothing more than spam emails, and nothing I had ever solicited. I know that there have never been any charges of any kind to credit cards to finance such an extensive collection that my wife claims I have, and I submit all of my credit card records for the last five years as proof."

I nodded again to my attorney, and he reached into his briefcase and pulled out the portable DVD player containing the videos I had acquired from the house of Andi and her lover, as well as the phone records documenting long conversations to the same man. 

"My attorney is about to show you a very graphic video, your Honor. I myself had suspicions regarding the fidelity of my spouse. Unlike Andi, however, I made sure I had incontrovertible proof of my suspicions."

My attorney pressed play, and the next few minutes were spent watching my wife and her lover in our bed, doing things that she and her attorney had just claimed were 'morally and personally repugnant to her'. Next, we produced the phone records of the extensive calls to her lover back home, and verified proof that the man in the video was the same as the man back home. As the judge perused these documents, her attorney was quietly tearing Andi a new one, and she was almost in tears, knowing all of her plans had been shattered into a million pieces.

"Ma'am, I have never seen such a display of intentional misleading behavior as this, in all the years I have mediated divorce proceedings. To accuse your husband of such foul things, only to have been doing exactly what you are claiming of him, is something I had never expected of you. I guess the saying is true, never judge a book by it's cover."

He sat back a moment, lost in thought. Suddenly, he sat up, and glared at her attorney.

"You had to have known about this, counselor. As such, you are a party to your client's perjury, and will be brought up for sanctions as soon as I can file the formal complaint. So far as your client's requests for alimony and property dispensation, they are not only denied, but with extreme prejudice. I hereby grant Eric Lee a full divorce, complete ownership of all items named in the property request, as well as $2500.00 per month alimony. I believe that was exactly what your client was seeking from him, after all. The punishment should fit the crime. In addition, I am remanding your client into custody for perjury and making false claims."

He motioned to the bailiff in the corner of the room to take her into custody, and as she was led away, she let out a stream of profanity that should have melted the paint right off the wall. 

"Mr. Lee, on behalf of this court, I extend a sincere apology for what might have happened. No man should be used the way you seem to have been. Good luck to you in your newly single life, and may your next relationship be more reasonable."

"Thank you, your Honor, I certainly hope it will be."

As my attorney and I walked out of the building, Andi's lawyer came up to us.

"Mr. Lee, I had no idea this was happening. I was as blindsided by her actions as the rest of you. Please, you must believe me."

"Actually, I do believe you. Andi has always been good at keeping secrets, even from the people that she should have trusted. I hope things work out for you with the judge. He was rather pissed, wasn't he?"

He nodded, and my attorney offered to write a letter on my behalf to the judge, recommending leniency towards Andi's lawyer. I agreed, and we all went our separate ways. I walked towards my little beater of a car, knowing I could go back to my home in a few days, and begin my single life again. There was just one thing I needed to do, first.

I went back to Garrett's house, and as I pulled up, I saw Melody unloading groceries again. I jumped out of the car, and grabbed a few bags.

"Are you nuts? He's still down there watching!"

I waved cheerfully at him, and the van quickly moved away. She looked at me in surprise, and I laughed.

"I just left court. My now ex-wife is in jail for perjuring herself in front of the judge, I have gotten everything she wanted from me back, and she'll have to be out of my house as soon as she is released from jail. The sheriff's department will escort her into and out of the house, making sure she takes nothing but her clothing and a few personal items, and then I go home!"

She laughed, happy for me, and then a look of sadness crossed her face briefly.

"So, you'll be moving away in a few days. I'll miss..."

Suddenly, she went beet red, remembering we were pretending that her nighttime shows never happened. I smiled.

"You do realize what this means, don't you? I no longer have to hide anything I do. I can be seen with whomever I want, wherever and whenever I want, and what I want right now is to take you out to dinner so I can get to know you better."

She smiled, a look of relief on her face. I smiled, and as I carried her groceries into the house, she laughed. As soon as I crossed the threshold of the house, she turned and looked at me with a grin.

"Let's get those groceries put away, then we can celebrate the right way."

I carried the bags into the kitchen, wondering what she meant, hoping she meant what I was thinking. My cock was already beginning to stiffen in response to the possibilities floating through my head, and as soon as the cold things were put away, Melody took the remaining bags away.

"Those can wait. It's time to celebrate your freedom."

She took my hand and led back into the living room, where she planted me on the couch, and kissed me gently on the lips.

"I have wanted to do that since the first time I met you, Eric. That, and a whole lot more."

She turned away from me, and flipped on the stereo. Soft music filled the room, and she began to dance for me. For a bigger girl, she moved with a sureness and comfort that made her even sexier. She swung her hips softly, and her hands began to roam her plush body. Her left hand moved up underneath her large breasts, then up and over. Her right hand was sliding down her waist towards her crotch, and when she cupped her sex, I smiled. She slowly lifted her top over her head, and I saw for the first time that she had pierced her belly button with a dangling moon. Her bra was of the see-through variety, and I then saw that her nipples were also pierced. Each was shot through with a small hoop, and a matching moon dangled from the left nipple.

She danced slowly for me, moving her body to the music as her clothing came off, and my cock was throbbing in my pants, waiting to escape its cloth prison. Melody continued to dance for me, and was in the process of unfastening her slacks. She slipped them down her hips, revealing a tiny thong panty that covered only what it absolutely had to. Melody moved slowly, swaying and dancing to the music in just her bra and panties. She slipped the straps of the bra off her shoulders, and slowly moved closer to me, until she was straddling my legs, I let my hands ride slowly up the sides of her legs, and she moaned softly. She bent down, and her big breasts wasted no time spilling out of her bra, and right into my face. I immediately reached for one with my tongue, and when I made contact with her erect nipple, she moaned again.

I felt her hands fumbling with my belt, and I reached down to help her. She got it open, and moved down my body to drop to her knees between my legs. She reached inside my jeans, freeing my now hard cock, and without hesitation, took the entire 7" length of my shaft into her mouth. Melody knew all the little tricks to making a blow job memorable, and used them all on me. I was already pumped up and excited, and it didn't take long for me to go right over the edge. With a grunt, and a thrust of the hips, I filled her mouth with my seed, and she swallowed it all down like a trooper, smiling at the salty taste. She milked my cock dry, an licked every inch of it clean. I pulled her up to me and kissed her gently, tasting my come on her tongue. My hands roamed her plush body, squeezing and rubbing her tits, then moving down and grabbing handfuls of her plump ass. 


Melody



I rolled her off of me, and quickly stripped naked. I dropped to my knees between her legs, intent on repaying the favor. I pushed her panties aside, and immediately noticed that Melody also had a clit piercing. From previous discussions with the guys, I knew that a clit piercing really improved the sensations, and I played that to full effect, rubbing and suckling on that little hoop. Melody squirmed and wiggled, fighting the urge to let go, trying to hold out. I slipped a finger inside of her wet pussy, and she lost it completely, crying out roughly as she came all over my hand. I licked her juices up and kept right on going, wanting to double her pleasure. In no time at all, she came again, and covered my hand with her juices again.

My cock was again hard by this time, so I moved up and guided myself inside of her, and she immediately wrapped her thick legs around my waist. I slowly slid the length of my cock inside of her, and even more slowly, pulled it out again. I marveled at the look of pure lust and pleasure on her face, and realized that I'd never seen anything like it in all the years I'd been married. Sex had always been a chore to my ex, and with Melody, it wasn't a chore, but an act to be shard, enjoyed and celebrated. All these thoughts were running through my head as I thrust in and out of Melody's wet pussy, and I marveled again at how much my life had changed.

I was brought out of my musings by Melody pushing me away. She wriggled out from under me, and presented her plump ass for my inspection. I wasted little time in guiding my cock back inside of her, and we quickly built up to a pounding rhythm. She pushed back with me at each stroke forward, and soon, we were both on the edge of release. I moaned to her that I was about to come, and she pulled away, quickly spinning around to take my cock in her mouth. As her tongue made contact with the head of my dick, I lost all control, and the first blast of my seed shot into her mouth. Melody took every drop of my come, and swallowed it like a pro. She milked my cock of every drop of come she could get, and when my legs wouldn't hold me anymore, and I collapsed onto the couch, she lay next to me and put her head on my shoulder.

"So, Eric. I was wondering...do I get a tour of your house when you move back?"



Melody



It was one hell of a shock when I saw My Little Girl making out with That Guy.

That Guy was the one My Little Girl had been seeing a lot of over the previous couple of months -- a senior student at her college, who popularly went by the name of Jonno; aka Jonathan O'Keefe. He seemed like he was a nice enough lad the few times I met him before, but like every father from time immemorial I was suspicious of any man's motives regarding my daughter. At least he was an improvement on the weirdoes Melody used to hang out with when she went through a Goth phase a couple of years back. According to my wife Gloria, Melody seemed to be quite struck on Jonno. But then again Gloria, because she and I married young, has wanted to hear wedding bells for Melody ever since our daughter turned sixteen. 

Gloria had taken off for a week with her best friend Annie to help Annie's single-mum sister with her newborn, leaving Melody and I to fend for ourselves. It just so happened that I left work early that day. In retrospect it seems over-caring, but I wanted to be around when Melody got home from college. Fully expecting the house to be empty, I stumped in through the front doorway as noisily as usual and made my way along the passageway towards the kitchen. But as I passed the partially open door to the lounge I sensed movement inside. Somewhat surprised, and I confess curious as well, I poked my head around the jamb expecting to find Melody working on an assignment or something. My daughter was working on an assignment all right! My sweet, in my thoughts up until now totally innocent offspring, was half laid out on the sofa with Jonno on top of her. They were so utterly preoccupied with eating each other's face off that neither of them had heard the racket I just made in the hallway. 

And they were not just tongue wrestling either! My Little Girl's shirt was completely unbuttoned and off her shoulders, and her bra was pushed up around her neck from when Jonno released her perky little tits to fondle them. But by now he had moved on from there. His hand was now up her skirt, with her panties down around her knees, and he was pumping at least two fingers in and out of her pussy. I could hear the wet squelching and got wafts of her pussy smell from right across the room! And, Oh Sweet Jesus, Melody had his hard cock out of his pants and clasped in her hand, rubbing it up and down in unison with his thrusting fingers!

Gloria's "Melody seems quite struck on Jonno" turned out to be one hell of an understatement! 

Disbelief washed over me. No, No, this could not be! It had to be some other girl, not my Melody! But it was her, damn it all! 

Yet it shouldn't have been such a surprise. My daughter was all grown up, a young adult, and she was completely capable of taking off into the world and living her own life; as she would have done if Gloria and I hadn't promised to support her through University. But she was still My Little Girl; the one I encountered with wry wonder at the start of my leave tours at home from the Falklands, or Iraq, or wherever the Army sent me. Until the surprise one day that the juvenile puppy fat had melted from her and the two little bumps that were only just showing on her chest the last time I saw her had swelled into rounded, jouncing orbs. It seemed as if it had only taken a few weeks for her hips to broaden from boyish slenderness into womanly curves; and for knobbly-kneed coltish legs to suddenly become shapely columns that lusting male eyes followed in the street. 

Together with my wife, but because of my on-duty absences less often than her, I endured the mood swings and the sudden tantrums that signalled Melody's monthly bleeding; her pubescent tears at the occasional zit, which always appeared at the most inconvenient moment; and her worries about being "too ugly" and "too fat". And I even understood the storm of hormones raging inside her so that when she was around thirteen going on fourteen, when the boys started sniffing around as I knew they inevitably would, I began to speculate on which one of them she would choose to be the one to pick her cherry. But up until Jonno she had kept them all at arm's length, seemingly preferring to keep up her studies in preparation for the entrance exams for University at the end of this semester.

Until this moment, my thoughts on Melody as a female creature had been purely platonic; purely paternal as they should have been. She never stopped being My Little Girl, even though, as a young teenager, when she became self-conscious about her blossoming sexuality and the changes it was wreaking on her body, she gave up climbing into her daddy's lap for a cuddle before heading to off bed. But now, in an instant, things irrevocably changed as she crossed the threshold of my perception as an adult sensual being; a very sensual being indeed!

Despite the shock of finding my daughter in such disarray, interest stirred in my groin. All the turmoil in my mind could not hide that what I was witnessing was mightily arousing. The question rocketed though my mind: could I...should I stay and watch events develop? Any minute she could go down on him! She could take that stiff cock into her pretty little mouth and suck him until he dumped his load down her throat! Or maybe Jonno would go down on Melody. Maybe he would pull her half-mast knickers right off and push his face between her pale, smooth thighs, and send her through the roof with his tongue? 

My interest hardened -- literally! SheeeitttI I hadn't been so keen to watch two other people get it on since I tried to persuade Gloria to entice Annie into a threesome -- I was red-hot to watch those two fine pieces of tail going to town on each other, but although Annie seemed keen, my wife chickened-out at the last minute. I tried going it alone with Annie, but she was only interested if Gloria was going to be there also. Nevertheless, I must have sowed the seed of an idea, because one weekend a few weeks later the two of them went down south to London to see a West End show and Gloria was positively glowing when they got home. And they have been the tightest of friends ever since!

Or maybe Jonno would shag Melody right there on my settee! This last thought banished all my erotic imaginings. Shag her? Shag My Little Girl? Over My Dead Fucking Body! 

Blood boiled in my veins. I slammed the lounge door wide open so hard I heard the hinges crack. Melody and Jonno froze, staring wide-eyed at me in horror at being caught in flagrante delicto. For an moment, my gaze zeroed-in on his fingers; where they were still jammed hard up in my daughter's pussy, stretching her labial lips apart; lips that were slick with her juices; swollen; and flushed dark pink. Then the vision was gone as he snatched his hand away, dragging her skirt down in the process.

Jonno leaped to his feet, tucking his cock back into his pants. He was much taller than me, and heavier, as most kids seem to be nowadays. Hell, even Melody is as tall as I am! He was muscular too. I burned him with my rage, telling him in icy tones...

"Fuck off out of here, Sunshine. If you ever come near my house again I'll break every fuckin' bone in your body." 

The lad had balls. He tried to face me down. Subtle changes in his posture told me he was going into attack mode. Years of combat training took over, calmly computing what his opening move would be and where and what his weakness were - and there were many.

"Jonno!" 

The sharp, urgent tone in my daughter's voice speared into Jonno's consciousness; reminding him of what I once was. I saw in his eyes the realisation that, despite my disability, I still had most of the uncompromising fitness from when I was one of the elite of the elite: the British Army's SAS. For all his height, weight and reach advantage, if he took things any further, he would be taking on someone who was trained to finish things clinically and ruthlessly; and he would inevitably suffer unspeakable damage. When that penny dropped Jonno raised his hands in surrender and ducked his head acknowledging his near fatal mistake as he backed away.

With Jonno gone I turned on my daughter and told her how disappointed in her I was. Only my language was barrack-room harsh, uncompromising, explicit, causing her to stumble ashen-faced to her room. I collapsed wearily into my favourite armchair and stared numbly into space. Christ! How did this come about? Where did Gloria and I go wrong? I have no idea of how long I sat there. Maybe I fell asleep? The next thing I knew was a warm presence standing beside me and the bouquet of the light perfume that Melody always wore. Good grief, it was almost dark! I must have been sat there for three or four hours!

"I'm sorry, Daddy..." Her voice was small, contrite, almost a whisper.

I turned to see her. Her eyes were red, swollen, with dark shadows beneath; she must have been crying all that time in her room. It seemed as if she had made herself ready for bed, because she was wearing the silky lemon-coloured nightdress Gloria and I bought her for her birthday. Guilt chilled me. I didn't really mean all those things I spat at her in the heat of the moment. I didn't really mean that she is a slut and a whore, and all those other vile things. She is My Little Girl and I love her to bits. 

"I'm sorry too, Honey..."

"Can I sit for a minute?"

"Sure..."

When she slipped into my lap the years rolled back to when this was her nightly ritual, only now my feelings towards my daughter were very different. This afternoon I was awakened to her young-woman sexuality; her warmth; her fragrance; and the way she moved. Now, I found the way her curvy body moulded to mine when she cuddled up to me very disturbing. Melody nuzzled against the side of my neck in the special way she used to as a child. The untameable tumble of her locks tickled my cheek.

"I love you, Daddy..."

My heart swelled with relief and I hugged Melody tighter to me. There were some fences to mend, but, in the long run, everything would be all right. We could not turn the clock back to exactly how it was between us, in fact we were now in a whole new ball game, but at least we were solid once more.

"I love you too, Sugarplum...by the way, thank you for warning Jonno earlier."

"I had to. Mum told me once that somebody is going to get badly hurt when you go very still and quiet. She told me that three skinheads once attacked you and her outside a pub one night when you were on holiday in Morecombe before I was born. When you went still, just like today, they thought you were afraid of them, but all three of them ended up in hospital."

"Mmmmm, the cops had been wanting to deal to those three for a long time, so they brushed it under the carpet, but I still landed on a charge and got busted down to Corporal when I got back to my unit!"

"Anyway, I didn't do it for Jonno; I did it for you. I didn't want you go to jail."

"I owe you."

With a satisfied little murmur, Melody nudged me again and then nestled her cheek contentedly on my shoulder. I looked down at her. Her eyes were closed. She had such long lashes, and her lips were curved in such a small, happy smile that my heart almost broke with joy at the sight of her. I sat quietly; there was no need for talk; sometime in the future certainly, but not right then. I felt her body relax as she dropped off to sleep. I closed my eyes too, but I could not sleep. My whole being was acutely attuned to this adorable creature curled so trustingly in my arms.

When I opened my eyes a short time later, I saw that the thin strap on her nightdress had slipped off her shoulder and the bodice had fallen away, just slightly, revealing the plump swell of her upper breast. As I gazed at her smooth flesh, utterly enthralled, Melody shifted in her sleep, and the bodice dropped away more until I detected the merest edge of soft pink areola. Trembling inwardly with agitation, I did what no father should: I stealthily took hold of that thin strap and pulled it even further down her upper arm until, yes, the silky cloth fell away entirely, exposing her tip-tilted perfection in all its splendour!

That rounded breast was the most beautiful thing in the entire universe; made even more beautiful because it belonged to my Melody! My eyes drank in its creamy, firm curves; the faint tracery of veins beneath its skin; the tiny downy hairs; the few slightly darker, longer ones rimming the faultless pink circle of her aureole; the quiet nipple at its centre that suddenly stood erect. Perhaps she was reacting to the coolness of the evening air? Or maybe the darling thing felt the soft gust of my warm breath? 

I longed to take that little nubbin between finger and thumb and tease it to aching hardness; and then to take it into my ardent mouth, to nip it with my lips, to suck it, and lash it with my tongue, sending shocks of pleasure through My Little Girl's body. Did Jonno do that to Melody this afternoon? I think not, he seemed to be all mauling hands in a hurry to reach the prize between her legs. Why else would he merely lift her bra aside? But I could not touch her in the way she should be touched; all I could do was look, and marvel, and dream guilty daydreams.

Melody stirred again. Her upper leg pressed momentarily against my cock - my rock hard cock that shouldn't be the way it was, because Melody was my daughter. But, I rationalised, she was also a sexy young woman who knew full well about cocks. She had felt them, well at least one, and probably sucked also. More than likely she had even spread her legs to welcome at least Jonno's hard rod into her inner sanctum!

Melody's nightdress rode up her legs revealing firm smooth inner curves. The sheer material almost but not quite hid a darker shadow above the vee where it clung to her at the join of her thighs. Had my daughter come to sit in my lap with no panties on? I had to find out!

Melody's leg pressed on my cock again and rubbed against it two or three times as if she was telling me, "It's Ok Daddy, I don't mind; you can look if you want to."

Holding my breath I slowly reached and took the silky hem between forefinger and thumb. Gently, ever so gently, I pulled it up until...yes, oh dear God, just look at that!

Her legs were slightly parted, allowing me to glimpse the sweep of her sexual crease where it dived downwards from the soft curly fur crowning her mount to the secret jewel, which was still concealed from my gaze. Her plump-lipped gash looked moist, as if she was aroused. But Melody's mysteries were not hidden from me for long. Slowly, seemingly deliberately, her thighs began to open. Wider, wider, wider, until her sex was fully exposed to my gaze in all its pink multi-shaded glory!

"You shouldn't have stopped breathing...you woke me."

Startled by the sound of her voice, I tore my lustful stare away from her succulent folds to meet her steady look. Melody's eyes, dark-shadowed beneath still, were fixed on my face. Suddenly, she seemed much more mature than one would expect in a girl of her age. Her enigmatic, almost Mona Lisa smile held a hint of devilishness; her nostrils were flared; her irises were hugely dilated dark pools. 

Melody's pink tongue-tip emerged and moistened her lips making them glisten. "Your face is quite a picture! What are you thinking?"

"You are simply wonderful!"

"You didn't think so early on."

"Early on was different."

"Because of Jonno and what we were doing?"

"Even so, you were still beautiful."

"What we were doing wasn't though...be honest."

"You are right; it wasn't pretty. I didn't think Jonno was treating you right; he wasn't giving you the respect you deserve. Although I do understand your needs, Sweetheart, and I do expect you will try things...sexual things. It's only natural after all; your Mum and I have been there and done that. In fact we were a whole lot younger than you are now."

"Is that why you got so mad?"

"I thought if I didn't break it up, you would let him sha..."

"You thought I was going to shag him? Oh, Daddy...!"

I felt my face flush, "Yes...I'm sorry; I should have trusted you more."

"Yes, you should have! Tell me though; were you jealous?"

Her candid question had only one, inescapable answer. It both shocked and shamed me but I had to admit it: "Yes." I tried to defend myself, "But that's not unusual: nearly all fathers get jealous when some young stud arrives to take..."

Melody interrupted me, "Jonno wants to shag me. Do you think I should let him?"

"Ummmmmm..."

"It's Ok. I was just teasing...do you want to shag me as well, Daddy...should I let you?"

What a question! Where had she learned to be so bold? I felt like a bug pinned on a microscope slide... 

"Blimey, Melody, you are such a beautiful, desirable young woman only a crazy man, or a homo, would not want to shag you, given the chance. But no, I don't want to shag you at all."

My daughter will never make a good poker player! To my secret delight a tiny frown of disappointment creased her brow. Had Melody been harbouring secret thoughts about having sex with me? It is not uncommon for little girls to fantasise about marrying their fathers, and having sex with them, even though they might not quite comprehend what 'having sex' entails. But at her age Melody should have been way beyond such childish imaginings. 

"Why don't you? I suppose it's because you are my father!"

I leaned and banged my nose affectionately against hers, just as I used to when I fooled around pretending to avoid her kisses when she was very little. "Yes that, plus, although physically you are a fully grown woman, you are still a teenager."

"True...but you joined the Army when you were my age...and I am legally old enough to choose if I want to shag someone or not."

"Spot on! You can choose to have sex with anyone and the law can't stop you. Although I shouldn't be that 'anyone' - I am one hundred percent sure I would be in very deep shit if I was."

"I see...but is that the real reason why you wouldn't?"

"Ok Sweet One, it is hand on heart confession time..." I jokingly let my open palm hover millimetres above her left breast as if the heart I was referring to hid beneath its wonderful curves. Melody didn't flinch, which sent a very un-fatherly thrill though me. I withdrew my hand and placed it on my own chest. "If you really want your Daddy's honest, cross-his-heart-and-hope-to-die truth: yes, ever since this afternoon, and now with you in my lap half-undressed as you are like this, and even though you are my daughter, I would give everything the world to be free to shag you! But 'shag' is the wrong word...it's too crude. Let's put it this way: I really wish everything was different so that I could make love to you."

There, it was out in the open! How would Melody react?

My daughter chewed her lower lip, mulling over my profound admission for a few moments. Even though I felt a sweat break out on my forehead in anticipation of her disgusted reaction, I took the opportunity to admire Melody's body again; her pert, swollen-tipped breast; her flat belly and smooth, slim thighs; and that lovely fur fringed cleft at the apex of her legs, which was now visibly oozing her juices.

"I think I'd better go to bed."

"Ok My Love."

Melody gave me a swift, sliding, wet-lipped kiss on the lips, and then she was gone. I sat slumped in my chair with my mind whirling around the events of the previous few minutes. Did my sweet, not-so-naive daughter really display her pussy to me? And did I really tell her that I wanted to make love to her? Or was it all a dream?

I looked down my almost supine form at the heavy lump still reared inside my pants; at the noticeably dark patch of pre-cum soaked through the cloth at its head and I rubbed my fingertip in the faintly slippery patch where Melody leaked her vaginal lubricity high up on my pants leg. I caught a faint trace of her body scent on my fingertip. No, it wasn't a dream. But it could so easily have turned into a nightmare!




Melody



The real nightmares arrived when I finally took myself to bed. I woke up several times in the night, hot, sweating and shaking from cataclysmic dreams of fighting unknown people and endless chases in which my agonised legs got heavier and heavier until I could barely move. And in the grey morning hours came the dream; the dream in which I was ramming a familiar-seeming tousle-haired girl from behind. I wildly ploughed her sopping, tight, hot pussy with my throbbing cock. We rutted and panted and snarled like wild beasts, yet this brutish encounter had an unreal, almost ethereal beauty to it. I thrust and thrust and thrust into her! The sensation of smooth slipperiness enveloping my cock was almost unbearably sweet! The sharp tension in my scrotum rose and rose, until, until, until...boil over!

Oh shit! I had just had a wet dream; the first since I was eleven or twelve! And oh Sweet Jesus! What was this? Realisation smashed through me like an ice storm. The boxer shorts I wore to bed were down around my ankles, as was the duvet! My palms were gripping marvellously rounded hips! My slowly softening cock was pressed deeply along the cleft of a gorgeously plump derriere! My freshly squirted sperm made silky yellow fabric damned near transparent! Oh My God! I had just humped my darling daughter's arse and come all over her! 

What in the name of fuck was she doing here in my bed?

In my entire life I had never known such a cold gust of fear! Not even in Afghanistan, when the officer commanding an ordinary Army unit, a man so stupid he didn't even deserve the 'honour' of being called a Rupert by his men, trusted a supposedly friendly local tribal leader who promptly led them into a Taliban ambush; and my squad, on another mission close by, totally unprepared for the situation, had to go in and extricate them. No I never felt that depth of fear, not even when the RPG fired in my direction just after I had given that treacherous tribal leader a second, wider smile beneath his chin, exploded on a rock close enough by to cause a shard from it to pulp most of my left foot. The medicos did their best to put Humpty together again, but eventually, what remained of my foot had to go, plus half of my leg below the knee, and my warrior days were over. 

What had I done to Melody? What must she be thinking? With an agonised groan I rolled away, as far as I could to the other side of the mattress. I made a futile attempt to drag my boxers and the duvet up to cover myself, but they were too tangled up to reach up past my knees. And my damned stump got in the way! What could I say to her? How could I possibly explain my actions?

"Melody, what are you doing here?"

I looked across the bed. My daughter lay unmoving on her side, still facing away from me. Her soaked nightdress clung to her backside as if it was painted on. The inescapable fear coursed though me again: the poor kid must be frozen with horror at what the one man in the whole wide world she trusted implicitly had just done to her!

"Melody...? Sweetheart...I am so, so sorry...I...I was dreaming...there was a girl..."

She didn't change her position, but...

"I wanted to be with you...to feel your arms around me again...cuddling me...was the girl me?"

"She seemed a lot like you."

"But, was she me?"

"I...I think so...yes, I am sure she was you...but not you, if that makes any sense...not my daughter."

"That's Ok then."

Melody rolled over to face me. She grimaced...

"My nightie feels all cold and clammy at the back. Hang on a second."

Before I could stop her, Melody squirmed out of her nightdress and tossed it to the floor.

"That's better!"

I stared horrified at her nakedness. "Christ, Melody! What on Earth are you thinking of?"

I could not retreat any further without falling off the bed onto the carpet as Melody wriggled across the bed and snuggled up to my side, throwing one smooth warm thigh over the top of mine...

"Shushhhh, Daddy! You've seen me without any clothes on before!"

"But that was when you were a tiny little girl!"

"But I'm still only a little girl! You said so yourself last evening."

"Hell, don't you twist my words! It was just this moment I said 'when you were a tiny little girl'! You're a lot older now! Like I said last night -- you are a grown woman!"

"You mean with boobs and hair on my cunny...?"

Teasing me unmercifully, Melody ground her belly against my hip. It seemed as if I could feel every one of her pubic hairs pressing individually into my skin!

"Jesus...!"

"But don't be afraid; I'm not going to eat you! Although..."

Melody glanced down at the fat semi-soft sausage lolling lazily on my lower belly, its tip still oozing the aftermath of my ejaculation.

"...him down there looks kind of delicimo!"

My daughter's saucy suggestion that she might like to taste my cock excited me at the same time as it staggered me. My sex stirred in response...

"Would you like that, Daddy? It looks like he thinks it's a good idea!"

"Melody...!"

She rested her cheek on my chest and murmured softly...

"Oh, don't worry; I'm only kidding! I wouldn't know how to anyway."

Was Melody telling me that she has never gone down on a guy before? In spite of my reluctance, my rod rose back to full stiffness!

"You mean...?"

"No, I've never done it like that. Jonno wants me to, but I told him I wouldn't until he agreed to do the same for me. But he doesn't like the idea of going down there for some reason; he won't say why not. He's missed his chance now though. When I got to my room after I left you in your chair last night, I texted and broke it off with him. He was only a status symbol anyhow."

"Only a status symbol?"

"Uh-huh, I am the girl at college who managed to snare The Sexy President of the Student Union. There was gossip that Jonno was having an affaire with one of the tutors; she left in a hurry a month before I started going with him. When we talked, which wasn't all that often - we seemed to spend most of our time together making out - I realised he was only using me for sexual release...and the certainty of a shag if he was persistent enough I guess...I suppose I was only using him for getting off too."

"So you haven't gone all the way with him either?"

Melody grimaced, "Not yet, but I suppose I would have in the end."

She looked up at my face, "Daddy, if I wasn't your daughter, even if I was still only teenager and all those other things you object to, if I asked you nicely to do what Jonno wouldn't do, would you kiss my cunny for me?"

The sensation of her hand suddenly taking hold of my hardening cock completely undid me...

"Uhhh! Uhhh! Of course I would, Sweetheart! But you shouldn't be..."

Melody let go of my weapon and swivelled around on the bed until her knees were level with my face and then she rolled onto her back with her legs spread wide. Her pussy lips were dark pink with excitement; her sparse fur matted to her desire-swollen flesh by her nectar.

"Then please Daddy; 'please, pretty please with a cherry on top', please ignore I am who I am and kiss my cunny; especially for me!"

"I can never ignore who you are! I cannot; I must not!"

"Oh please! Why ever not?" 

She reached across and briefly squeezed my tool...

"Your cock is so hard; I know you want me! Besides, you've kissed me down there before!"

"In your dreams!"

"Oh yes you have; it was a long time ago though!"

"You're kidding me!"

"We were by the pool one afternoon. I didn't tell Mum."

"Aaaaah, I remember now! You were wearing that pink and white stripy bikini! There wasn't anything to tell, because I didn't 'kiss you down there'. You had just come out of the water and you lay down on your towel, and I was just about to blow a raspberry on your wet little back when you rolled over. And you were wearing those bikini bottoms, so I didn't actually kiss 'you'. This is different!"

"Because I'm naked?"

"Yes, because you are rather delectably naked; and what we doing here isn't playtime!"

Melody snaked a hand down her belly to her pussy and spread her lips to reveal the glossy, vibrant shades of pink and the proud little red nubbin inside...

"But I'd still love us to play though!"

It only took one look at Melody's sex exposed so invitingly and my resolve rapidly crumbled...

"If I did, you wouldn't ever have to tell anybody! But first, there's one thing I don't understand; why me?"

"Because I love you, and I know you will nice and caring and gentle. Please, Daddy; it'll be our secret."

A tear squeezed from the corner of her eye and rolled down her cheek. I could not bear to see My Little Girl cry. Besides, I wanted her like I had never wanted anyone before! The hunger to feel, hear, taste and smell her pleasure overwhelmed me! 

Without further ado I plunged between her welcoming thighs, into steamy, fragrant heaven.

Faintly prickly, springy hairs, plump folds, heat, wetness, musky ozone smells and spicy, salty honey flavours greeted me. Smooth soft thighs briefly clasped my cheeks and then opened wide. Soft, panted murmurs of encouragement and slim fingers tangled in my hair drew me closer in. I teased her slippery opening with my fingertip and Melody begged me with her body to slide my whole finger inside. My tongue's first contact with her clit made her gasp. My whole being became focused on slippery moisture; clinging satin walls; her lifting, heaving, writhing torso; and her quivering moans and pants of pleasure. 

I became utterly fixated on making Melody come, but at the same time to draw it out so that when her climax arrived she would experience an absolute cataclysm of pleasure. After many minutes of blissful torture I finally gave into her anguished pleas and let the magic moment arrive: the climbing tension; the quivering muscles arching her body like a longbow; the high-pitched almost unbelieving mewls of delight; the sharp gasps of achievement; and then the shuddering, devastating collapse.

Now that her orgasmic shocks had reached almost unbearable heights, Melody's hands pushed me away from her centre instead of pulling me closer. My face was bathed entirely with her juices; the taste and smell of her pervaded my senses. I looked on in loving wonder as this exquisite creature, my very flesh and blood, dove headlong into sexual ecstasy. 

I should have felt guilty at this incestuous act we had just committed, but I could not. Instead I was filled with pride that I had succeeded in taking my daughter such amazing pinnacles of delight.

Slowly Melody came back to me. Tears of rapture streaked her cheeks. Almost creaking with the stiffness of her joints, she turned on the bed again until we were back face to face. Soft pouting lips sought mine with kisses of gratitude, of love.

"I knew it would be brilliant with you!"

"You are the brilliant one. How do you feel?"

"Wonderful; like I have a lovely warm furnace in my tummy that's heating my whole body!"

"Mmmmm, that's good."

I gently eased her onto her back again and leaned to softly kiss my daughter below her navel; her belly quivered under my lips. I moved south; faint faerie kisses inching down her trembling flesh until I reached the plump rise of her mound. I gently rubbed the tip of my nose in among the springy damp hairs, and in the start of her cleft...

"Again...?" Melody's question came out as an astonished squeak.

"Of course! Brilliant is about to become astonishing!"

"Oh God; I don't know if I can..."

But Melody parted her legs eagerly to make way for me anyhow!

And it was totally astonishing -- for the both of us. I didn't fool around teasing her this time; I made a direct and sustained assault with my tongue on her lovely, juicy pussy. Okay, so I teased her with my fingers -- she came with a whoosh when I flirted with her anus -- but I avoided penetration. Otherwise, I refused to be denied; determinedly hanging in there through two, three orgasms more, however vigorously Melody tried to push me away. 

Finally, she managed to wriggle out of my grasp...

"Oh God, Dad, it's too much! Please, please, stop; I've got to have a pee!"

Melody flailed me away with her legs and took off at a run to the en suite without pausing to close the door properly. The explosive splash of her urine in the toilet bowl and her long drawn out sigh of relief made me smile with satisfaction. I guessed she would sit there for a while gathering herself together, so I took the opportunity to straighten the bedclothes. Hell, what a mess! Stains all over from Melody's orgasms and, of course, the precum leaking from my dick! A major laundry session was on the horizon, but that could be done later. The most important thing was to make the bed welcoming for My Little Girl when she returned.

When she eventually emerged from the bathroom, having freshened herself up somewhat, I was waiting for her under the warm duvet. She slid in and snuggled up to me...

"Help, I'm exhausted! And I ache all over!"

"But a nice ache...?"

"Such a wonderful ache; I can't describe how amazing I feel!"

"My tongue feels as though it has run the London Marathon!"

"You stink of me; why don't you go and wash your face?"

"I love stinking of you! Besides, it feels too nice all cuddled up like this for me to think of leaving."

"No regrets then?"

"No, no regrets...how about you?"

"Not in the slightest. And no guilt either, it was wonderful."

"Absolutely..."

"I love you Dad."

"And I love you also, my precious one."

I went to kiss her on the lips to show her just how much she meant to me, but my lovely daughter had fallen fast asleep. So I had to be content with just a tender caress with my lips on her forehead.

Slumber overtook me shortly afterwards, but I it seemed like only moments later that I awakened to find that we were spooned as before; only this time Melody's naked body was pressed tightly to my back, her pliable, firm breasts boring into me while her springy pubic hairs chafed my tailbone delightfully with the gentle sexual thrusts she was making against my arse. When she saw that I was stirring Melody kissed the side of my neck and murmured...

"I knew I could bring you back to life!"

"What you are doing would wake the dead!"

She laughed impishly, "I've been watching you while you were sleeping; you are truly beautiful!"

"That's the first time anyone has ever called me that."

"Well it's a fact."

She traced the outlines of my back muscles with her fingertips, raising the hairs on the back of my neck...

"I love your body; your muscles are so hard..."

Her hand moved to my shoulder and then caressed my bicep.

"So hard and ready to spring into action..."

Melody nudged the side of my neck with her chin.

"Just like my friend down there!"

My cock was indeed rampantly erect! 

She moved her hand around and across my chest, twirling her fingers in the mat of curly hair and tweaking my nipples until they stood out like hard little bullets.

"He definitely looks like he wants to play!"

"And what kind of game were you thinking of, Young Miss?"

"His favourite would be Hide and Seek I think!"

"And yours would be?"

Melody ran her palm down my belly to my pubic bush and circled the base of my cock with her thumb and forefinger. Tantalisingly, hardly touching me at all, she stroked me up to the tip and then back down again.

"You know what I would really like! But you forget; I've never played that game before. What was one we played earlier on?"

"I honestly don't know what to call that. Hunt the Thimble?"

She laughed; breasts and belly jiggling wonderfully against my back.

"And this would be Tug o' War!"

She caressed the length my cock again, only this time gripping my shaft more tightly. A pearl of pre-come emerged from its eye. Melody spread the glistening fluid around the head with her thumb.

"Your cock is such a lovely thing; I could play with it all day."

"More lovely than Jonno's is?"

"Whose?"

Melody gripped my shaft firmly and banged the head hard twice on the mattress. She was angry with me for bringing Jonno back into the picture. "That was uncalled for!" She stroked me again; now going back to being tantalising and soft. "I forgive you though, but only this once, you mind!"

"I won't mention him ever again!"

"Good! Now roll onto your side and face me; I want to look into your eyes when you come. Besides, my pussy is feeling lonely; she wants to play too."

My daughter continued her gentle fondling of my throbbing cock, rubbing its head in languorous circles on her soft belly, leaving gleaming pre-come snail trails on her fair skin while I worked my hand between her slightly parted thighs to insinuate one finger and then a second into her juicy, slippery canal.

"My, that feels so good!" She opened her legs wider and bore down her pubic bone to make contact with her clit on the base of my fingers, then lifted hard, burying my fingers further into her silky depths, again and again. Moaning incoherently with delight, she half rolled her upper torso onto her back, offering a passion-swollen nipple to my lips. I could just reach it; taking it into my mouth, rolling my tongue over and around it whilst sucking tenderly.

"Oh God; this is so what I wanted you to do to me when I was sat in your lap last night!"

I didn't answer; I was far too busy making oral love to her gorgeous nipple!

The heat of our encounter steadily rose. I wanted to come, but I knew instinctively that I mustn't; not yet! Melody was also right on the edge, but I could tell that she too was trying to hold it back. Suddenly she moaned...

"I c-c-can't..."

She wriggled my fingers out of her, in the same movement wrenching her bloated nipple from my clamped lips, and then forcibly pushed my cock head down and between her now closed thighs. Reaching around my waist, she roughly clasped the cheeks of my arse with both hands and dragged us together until our pubic bones clashed. One, two, three, four quick grinding thrusts and my daughter started coming hard, clinging to me desperately, whimpering unintelligible words into my chest and digging her fingernails so deep into my buttocks I feared I would be marked for life!

Eventually...

"I'm sorry, Daddy. I tried, but I couldn't stop it; and I so wanted to feel your cock on me when I came!"

"Hush! It's Ok, sweetheart, it's Ok!"

In truth it really was more than just Ok. My daughter had gained pleasure from my cock, which was more that she had experienced with any other man. And her orgasm had also given me breathing space to regain a modicum of control over my own impending climax. Experimentally, I too took hold of her by the buttocks and began to slowly move my cock an inch or two forwards and backwards between her tightly clamped thighs along the length of her clinging, slippery pussy lips.

"How does that feel?"

"Dreamy...just...just...dreamy!"

Melody began to respond to my movements, adding small writhing twists of her own, bringing her clit into increasing contact with the hot rod sliding between her legs...

"Oh Daddy! Oh Daddy!"

Our tempo rose, became more violent, our bellies slapping together, her breasts alternately crushed into my sweat-soaked chest and then released, our moaning breaths rising to a crescendo! And then she came again, harder than before, dissolving against my panting body with a strangled cry.

Melody tried to apologise for leaving me behind again, but I hushed her with a kiss. We were a mess; our chests heaving; sweat streaming from our bodies; our soaked hair plastered to our heads; our still-conjoined groins slippery with the blend of her vaginal secretions and my pre-come. She smiled at me falteringly and then, almost in slow motion, opened herself up to my admiring stare, raising her upper leg, bent at the knee with her foot resting on her other heel, to reveal my cock nestled along the now gaping, darkly swollen lips of her pussy. Gazing into my eyes all the while, she reached between her legs and, grasping me firmly so that I could not move away, even if I wanted to, directed my cock head into the steamy entrance I so desired.




Melody



I encountered no resistance -- Jonno's, or some other boy's fingers had seen to it that Melody's hymen no longer existed -- sliding swiftly into the tight, velvet clasp of her body and making her gasp with surprise at the sudden sensation of cock-induced fullness; and at being entered so easily. We lay still for a few moments, savouring the enormity of the step we had just taken; then I began to move. Every thrust and withdrawal was returned in kind. She ground her buttocks in my clutching palms, urging me to drive in deeper and deeper, harder and harder. 

But then Melody suddenly stilled...

"What's wrong Sweetheart? Am I hurting you?"

"No, it's nothing like that. It's just..."

"Tell me..."

"This is so beautiful, but I want you on top of me; I want you to really take me. Dominate me, Daddy! Be my man!"

"Let's get you onto your back then."

Without pulling my cock out of her delicious warmth I stayed with Melody as she turned over. With me loomed over her, supported on my elbows, we looked down between us to where our pubic hairs co-mingled...

"I could never have imagined yesterday that the two of us could be together like this!"

"I've dreamed about being with you for so long, Daddy! I was afraid it would never happen. Now, don't worry about me; you have given me so much already. Just come when you want to, but stay; please stay! I want that more than anything!"

So I did; pouring my soul very into her; releasing my millions of tiny selves into My Little Girl's hospitable warmth without caring a jot if she was protected or not, because this is what My Little Girl wanted, and so did I.

Exhaustion finally claimed us both. At one stage I had to get up to take a leak, but even my hopping progress to the bathroom and back didn't cause Melody to stir. It was hunger pangs that finally woke us...

"I'm starving!"

"It's almost midday."

"No wonder...brunch? I'll cook."

"There's plenty of eggs and bacon and stuff in the fridge...we'll cook."

"Deal! Shower first though. I smell like a stale fish market."

"Delicious!"

"Pervert!"

I supported myself with a hand on Melody's shoulder as we made our way to the bathroom. My slack cock and balls jounced obscenely with my every hop making Melody ask with a giggle if I'd like to hire her hand as a jockstrap. Still supporting me, Melody stood by my side while I used the lavatory first. She was fascinated watching me urinate. Then, while she took a leak, I ran hot water into the basin in preparation for a much needed shave.

"What are your plans for the rest of the day, Dad?"

"Oh, I don't know...perhaps a round of golf and a few beers with the boys afterwards...why?"

"We only have a few more days before Mum gets back and I want fill up the time with you filling me up...besides, you don't play golf!"

My Little Girl looked so desirable, even sat on the toilet, I found myself beginning to want her again! There was no question we would be heading straight back to my bed straight away after eating. I decorated the tip of her nose with a daub of saving cream: "Long term we may get more time to ourselves than you can imagine right now." 

"How come?"

"Your mother and Annie; I think soon there may be some kind of announcement..."

"That they are a couple? You have noticed as well?"

"Hard to miss..."

We showered together; intimate, lingering, slippery, soapy caresses with no inhibitions over the where and how of our touching. Our growing hunger to mate again was only tempered by the need to refuel our bodies.

I was keen to stay nude while we broke our fast, but Melody, the practical female, talked of leaving tell-tale stains from her still oozing pussy on the leather seat of her dining room chair for others to see. So we compromised, staying bare-chested, but with me in a fresh pair of boxer shorts and she in a sexily tiny pair of panties. The dip and sway of her hard-nippled, naked breasts from across the table was so downright entrancing that at one stage Melody told me with mock severity to "Stop dribbling and eat your food, Daddy!" Then in the next instant she threw back her shoulders and cupped those delectable orbs in her hands, offering them to me "later."

Our meal finished, Melody came to sit astride my thighs with her arms around my neck and trailing the tips of her nipples, barely touching, from side to side on my chest. My Little Girl was reinventing the meaning of the word erotic!

"Daddy, do you really think Mum and Annie are going to 'come out' when they get back next week?"

"I am sure they will."

"How do you feel about it?"

"What do you think...?"

I reached behind and quickly ran the tips of my fingers lightly down each side on her spine from the nape of her neck to her tailbone, making her arch and raise her breasts to my face with pleasure. I dutifully kissed each rosy aureole.

"Ohhhhhh!"

"I am cool...but there is going to be a massive shit-fight between Annie and her husband over custody of their two kids!"

"Will Mum move out?"

"I have been thinking all along that I should go; they can have this place. Even before...I would have loved it if you decided to come with me...your choice though."

"That's a no-brainer! But not too far away though; I still want to see her often. And I still want to start my Uni course in September." Melody shuffled closer in my lap and nuzzled her lips on the side of my neck, "Daddy, put your fingers in my panties and feel how wet I am; how much I want you. Can we go back to bed now?"

"It's a mess after..."

"We could go to mine. You wouldn't believe how many times I have got myself off at night, imagining you were there with me, and now it'll be true..." 



Melody and Daisy's Dilemma



The two best friends sat facing each other, both redheads. One woman stood 5'9 , the other five inches shorter. The shorter of the two just learned that she'd shrunk an inch. It was that observation that had forced her to take a step back and reexamine her life. She blew away the hair from her face and sighed. "Okay Melody, I'm doing it," Daisy told her friend. 

"Doing what?" Melody asked, after swallowing the first sip of her morning coffee. She could tell that Daisy was frustrated about something; she had been since she got home yesterday from the Doctor's office. She had assured her nothing was wrong, but it was apparent something was. They had been friends to long for Melody not to know when something was "off" with her roomie. 

"I'm going to have sex," Daisy stated. 

The choked cough that assaulted Melody was quickly followed by her roommate jumping up from the table and hitting her on the back, eventually Daisy stopped the rampage of smacks when Melody pushed her away. "Damn, I've told you a million times you don't need to hit folks on the back when they are choking on drinks." She rolled her eyes and coughed a few more times, noticing the mischievousness in her best friend's brown eyes. 

"I know. . . but it gives me a reason to beat on ya." Daisy chuckled and slid back into her chair. 

Melody laughed. "I think you look for excuses to 'beat on' me." She took another drink of Daisy's horrid coffee, but said nothing of the taste. Her friend tried very hard to make Melody breakfast every morning before heading out to work; each morning though she was graced with coffee so strong it would make hair grow where Melody didn't want hair to grow. "Now, what are you talking about?" 

"Sex. You know that thing between a man and a woman. That think that neither of us has had. Sex. Fucking. Doing it. Popping the Cherry. Sewing Oats. Stuffing the -" 

Melody cut her off with a raised hand. "Stuffing the sausage and sewing oats is what the men do." She pushed back her chair and smoothed down her sweater before taking her coffee cup to the sink and rinsing it out. "What happened yesterday to make you suddenly decide, after 28 years you are ready to lose your virginity? Virginity that you and I both agreed we wouldn't lose until we found the right man. Virginity that we both signed contracts stating that fact back in high school." Melody turned around and faced her friend. 

Daisy made a face and stuck out her tongue. "Look. I was at the Doc's yesterday and do you know I shrunk I shrunk an inch. Now that means I'm getting old and I'm NOT going to die a virgin "

The laughter that rang out filled the room and Melody knew had she been drinking coffee Daisy would be at her back slapping away at her again. "You are not getting old and you aren't going to die a virgin." She grabbed her purse and kissed her friend on the cheek. "Go visit your fellow today. I'm having lunch with mine. We're double dating this Friday remember." 

"I remember," Daisy said. 

She watched her friend take off and then headed to the shower. The two had been friends since forever and it was natural for them to have taken up residence together after both had graduated college. College was the only time they had been apart. Melody was a teacher and Daisy an educated bum. She often joked about writing the next great American Novel, but even she knew the likely hood was slim; she wrote for fun and that was what mattered. She had a job one that paid for her portion of the bills and left her spending money. She had a degree in creative writing and accounting, but right now she served as glorified secretary for one of the many local lawyers in their city. 

As Daisy showered and readied herself for another long day of dictation and phone calls, Melody was driving through traffic making her way to the local elementary school. She taught third graders and had been doing it for four years. She enjoyed it, but as she wove her way toward her job her thoughts moved back to Daisy's proclamation and the contract they'd signed so long ago. 

She understood her friend's reasoning. Neither one of them thought they'd be unmarried at the age of twenty-eight. The "contract" she'd brought up that morning had been something they both were serious about at the time and now it wasn't as serious, but actually more of a joke between them, but why hadn't they taken that leap yet? Melody didn't know. Eventually she made it to work and started her day, thoughts of Daisy and her quest vanished under the onslaught of kids and administrators. 

That evening when Melody got home she started supper; when Daisy arrived the aroma of Veal Parmesan already filled the room. She walked up and stuck her finger in the sauce, receiving a firm slap to her hand. "Ow," she chuckled in mock pain. 

"Make the salad. Why are you late?" Melody asked her friend.

"I stopped by Busty Bab's," Daisy answered. There was a slight blush to her cheeks, but a determined look on her face. 

"Oh my. What did you buy?" she asked. Her curious nature showing in her raised brows. 

Daisy laughed. "Well. . .I told you what I had planned. I bought everything I could possibly think of to seduce Rick." Daisy tossed the bag of goodies on the table and grinned wickedly. She began pulling things out and displaying them for her friend. 

As the pile of merchandise grew, Melody's blush rose as did the tingling between her legs. She thought of all the things she could do with those toys if her and Titus ever took things further. She picked up the vibe, the cock ring, the clit massager and chuckled. "Dear these are items to bring you pleasure. . .where are -" Her words were halted when Daisy brought out the last few articles of clothing. "Oh my goodness," she sighed as she plucked the red thong and tiny bra from her long fingers. "What are you thinking? That won't even hold your breasts." She chuckled. 

"That's the idea," Daisy said. She pulled out massage oils, edible creams and a number of DVD's. 

"You're planning a full assault aren't you " Melody laughed. "Poor Rick doesn't stand a chance."

"That's the plan." 

"Good luck to you," she laughed. 

Daisy smiled. "Thanks." 

The two women sat down for supper. Conversation flowed freely until Daisy pushed away her plate. "Do you think it will work?" she asked. 

Melody sighed. "Honestly, I don't know. We've told the guys about the contracts. They both have respected us and neither one has ever forced the issue. Has Rick forced it with you? Is this why you are wanting to have sex? Is he pressuring you? Because if he is. . ."

"No, he's not. He's a gentleman." She sighed and grabbed the dishes. "I think that is the problem. He's a gentleman." 

Melody picked up the DVD's and scanned the titles and the pictures. "Ohhh my, Daisy. This one is just women. You got everything here. You have one with the folks using cuffs and chains. One that is strictly male and females. Jeeze. . . I don't even want to know how much you paid for all this. Why? Why all of this?" she asked. 

"I don't know what he'll like. I know what I like." Daisy blushed and gathered up her new toys. "But I don't know what he'll like. So I wasn't taking any chances." 

Melody grinned. "Well if this works for you. I may just borrow some of your DVD's. I thought about what you said this morning and well. . .I think it's time I seduced myself out of this virginity too." She winked and waved a good night to her friend, seduction on her mind as well as a certain gentleman that was often in her dreams. 

Both women went to bed that night with thoughts of romance dancing in their heads. 

For the next several days the two women worked on scenarios that would lead to the destruction of their innocense. The double date arrived and both women were looking forward to it with great enthusiasm, more than they had ever before. 

Rick and Titus watched Daisy and Melody walk into the restaurant and immediately they knew something was up. The two women had always looked hot, but tonight they weren't dressed in their usual sexy numbers, but were instead they wore tight mini-skirts and vests that hugged their full breasts. Their red hair was piled high and both looked as if they were a couple of cats that swallowed the canaries. 

"Damn," Rick muttered when Daisy slid up to him and pulled his head down to her lips. The kiss was unlike any he had felt before. He was forced to pull her away from him. "Down Tiger," he whispered against her lips, to late to control the throb in his pants. Rick looked over at Titus and saw he was having the same problem with Melody. He gritted his teeth, disentangled his girl from his side and helped her into her seat.

Melody grinned as she watched Daisy put her plan into action. The two women had come here tonight with every intention of leaving with their respective dates and going back to their homes. They'd even taken a cab to the restaurant instead of the customary car they shared on double date night. 

Titus barely kept Melody at bay as her hand continued to move up and down his thigh. He'd lost count how many times he'd pulled her fingers from his cock. He would welcome the release she gave him on occasion with her hand, but tonight if he didn't get away from her he'd break the agreement that he and his best friend Rick had agreed to. 

The women had been friends for years when the two men had entered their lives, almost simultaneously. He and Rick became good friends as well, both realizing that it would have to be if they wanted to be with either of the lovely ladies. Now they were both on edge, wondering who was going to ask what the fuck was going on, but neither one wanting to question the girls or their motives. 

Dinner progressed and groping continued until both women were feeling the slickness of their sexes coat the tiny thongs they were wearing. Melody knew if she stood up she'd see a wet spot on her chair and figured by the way Daisy was behaving she would too. Eventually Rick did it. He couldn't help himself and so he did the unbelievable. . .he asked what the two women were up to and why 

Titus breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank God, you asked that," he said, downing another shot of rum. He shifted in his seat and looked at the two females and wondered who was going to confess. There wasn't a doubt in his mind who had thought of this little scene, but he also knew the other was just as willing and would have thought of it sooner or later. 

Melody took a deep breath, a sip of beer and then pointed to Daisy then herself. "WE have decided that it is time to take our relationships one step further." She downed the rest of her drink and slammed it back to the table. The force of it surprised her and she giggled. "Ooops." 

"Umm. . ." Titus replied. "I thought you were okay with just dat..."

Daisy laughed. "We aren't talking marriage silly. We're talking sex " Her tipsy voice was louder then she thought and several people looked at the group, bringing a blush to all its occupants. 

Rick's jaw dropped for a few seconds before he recovered from the shock that had been delivered to him by his luscious red haired temptress. "Ummm. . . well. What about your contracts?" he asked.

Titus sat there stunned and waited for either girl to answer the question that he'd been thinking, but was unable to voice. 

Melody sighed. "It's time. We want this and we've thought about it all week."

Both men were suddenly very uncomfortable. Sure the idea of finally fulfilling their individual fantasies was wonderful. Both of them had longed to have their girlfriends in their beds. Their thoughts had pretty much been the arousing images that brought them to orgasm in the showers, beds and couches. Neither man spoke to the other one about their fantasies, but any mature thirty-five year old man would have known what the other was thinking after spending time with either one of the sassy red heads. 

"I thought you both were wanting to lose your virginity on your wedding nights?" Titus said. He bit his lower lip and shifted nervously. "This is a big step. I mean, I'm willing and flattered." 

Rick chuckled. "Have you ever bedded a virgin, Titus?" he asked. 

Melody and Daisy looked at both men and then Rick. "Have you?" Daisy asked. Her eyes wide with excitement and curiosity. 

The man who suddenly felt like he was on trial sighed and licked his lips, savoring the flavor of his Jack'n Coke. "Yes and before you ask, no it wasn't a pleasant experience. She said it was okay. It was good for me, sure. I mean, I came, but she didn't. She was in pain. There was the mess. It wasn't very romantic. I kinda felt sorry for her."

"Well we know it'll hurt. We're virgins not idiots." Melody rolled her eyes and gasped in outrage. "We're twenty-eight year old virgins. We can handle some pain and blood."

Titus cleared his throat. "Mess is mess. . .it'd be a lot better if there wasn't any." He chuckled and smiled over to Melody. "Honey... you've waited so long. I'm sure waiting till that one special night is worth it." 

Melody pouted. "So you're saying if I wasn't a virgin. . .you'd be all over me?" she asked. 

There was no right way to answer that question. Rick sighed. "It would make things easier and honestly ladies, you'd enjoy it more." Rick chuckled and ordered another round of drinks for everyone. "You told us how important it was for you to stay "pure" so we've respected it. Now that doesn't mean we want you going out screwing someone Look, you know what? You could take care of it yourself."

Titus choked on his beer and Melody barely stopped Daisy from slapping him on the back to "help" him out. "You are something else Rick." He laughed once he was able to recover. 

"What? It's a suggestion. They want to lose it. We don't want to deal with it. We all want it gone... so... they take care of it." Rick shrugged his shoulders and chuckled. "I'll even buy you the toys." 

He winked at Daisy and pulled her onto his lap. "I'm teasing you hon. When its time to "lose it" you'll know." He kissed her lips and held her to him. "Let's dance. This conversation is closed." 

Daisy sighed, but allowed him to lead her to the dance floor. Eventually Melody and Titus joined them. The couples danced and partied and then the men drove the girls home, each in their own vehicles.





Melody and Harmony



Melody and Harmony were lesbian lovers.

Their real names weren't Melody and Harmony, but Gretchen Smart and Cynthia Howard. However, Melody and Harmony were a duet, and, as such, they thought, as did their agent, Mindy Swanson, that the duo needed stage names with more pizzazz. Like their same-sex orientation, their stage names added appeal to their cute faces and curvy figures. The fact that they actually could sing was almost an afterthought to their success as singers.

Like Madonna, they knew how to reinvent themselves and how to reinvigorate their career. When a new idol had threatened to steal their thunder, they'd intimated, through their publicist, Betty Walters, that they were on the brink of a breakup. The tabloids ran countless articles, accompanied by photographs, many of which had been doctored, showing the "lesbian lyricists" on the verge of "splitting up," their authors citing "irreconcilable differences" between "pop music's most cuddlesome crooners." Within a month, the new idol was forgotten, her rising star now fallen.

Likewise, when the Peppermints, a skyrocketing all-girl group, endangered the female faggots' popularity, Melody and Harmony responded by releasing "Melody and Harmony," which sold in the millions, eclipsing the Peppermints' meteoric rise. The song was semi-autobiographical, its lyrics telling of how they'd met, developed mutual crushes upon each other, engaged in first-time lesbian sex with one another, and become lovers with no further use for men as sex partners. Their fans, who were numerous, especially among lesbians, knew the words to the song by heart, having played it incessantly.

The same-sex singers' greatest threat, however, was posed by the so-called Princess of Pop, a black bitch by the name of Panther. She brought a level of lewdness to her performances that was mesmerizing. Just short of "indecent," her pelvic thrusts and gyrations left her audiences, female as well as male members among them, aroused and clamoring for more. Her every performance was met with cries of "Encore!" and "More!" As Panther's career became a true overnight sensation, that of Melody and Harmony's took a corresponding nosedive. Trade journals, no less than tabloids, wondered whether the "once-popular pop tarts' career was finally hurtling toward oblivion."

The duo's first impulse had been to fight fire with fire, and they began to include steamy, suggestive pantomimes of lesbian sexual activities into their performances. While they sang of their undying love, they kissed, caressed, and bumped their hips or ground their buttocks against one another. At first, this tactic seemed to work. Their ticket sales and CD sales both climbed. Panther's, however, never flagged, and, in a few weeks' time, after she'd added a couple of male dancers, one black and the other white, to her routine, simulating sex with them onstage, as she belted out the blues or poured pop lyrics over the teeming crowd of her audience, it was clear that Panther wasn't going away any time soon and that, every day, she was eroding Harmony's and Melody's appeal. Lesbianism was chic, but in-your-face heterosexual sex among mixed African-American and Caucasian dancers was hard to beat, as was the fact that Panther's vocal range was phenomenal, whereas both Harmony's and Melody's was, at best, minimal.

It was Betty who came up with what she--and her clients--hoped would be the solution to what they'd come to refer to as "the Panther problem," and, more and more, celebrity rags began to hint at a "huge secret" that the "Sapphic singers" were "hiding" from their "devoted followers." Columnists wondered whether it was "fair of the pair to withhold from their fans whatever deep, dark secret they harbored," and some writers demanded that they "care enough to share" this secret, whatever it was, with their "faithful fans." It was time, a gay publication suggested, that the "lesbian lovebirds" "outed" themselves about whatever secret they were keeping.

Instead, Betty dropped hints. "Insiders" claimed, one tabloid announced, that "Melody and Harmony are seeing others." Another publication proclaimed that, "according to reliable sources," the singers were "adopting an orphaned girl, whom they planned to raise as a lesbian, like them." A third periodical whispered the titillating thought that "maybe Melody and Harmony are really straight!" The girls let the rumor mill grind, and the demand that they share their secret, whatever it was, with their fans grew to enormous, thunderous dimensions. Their career was back on track, the pair again a runaway success, their every release gold.

Once again, they'd reinvigorated their career.

But Panther was tenacious. She ramped up her act, incorporating a striptease into her act, so that, by her final number, she was wearing only a pair of silk thongs and her buffed male dancers gyrated in sequined jockstraps. The heterosexual threat of Panther and Her Boys remained hard to beat, and, instead of Melody and Harmony leaving the "black sex goddess," as the tabloids had dubbed "the Panther of pent-up desires," in their wake, another fallen star, the duo found themselves in the fight of their lives. There was nothing left for them to do, they decided, but to "come clean" and divulge their secret--live, on stage, before thousands of their adoring fans, of course.

It was a calculated risk. They knew that they'd lose some fans immediately. Others might remain faithful, but their ardor would cool to the extent that they wouldn't go out of their way to attend a concert or buy a CD. Moreover, it was all but certain that their revelation would end in their arrest, a hard-fought trial, and maybe even a period of incarceration. Such events could irrevocably harm or save their career. They decided that it was a risk they should take. Indeed, if they were to stop Panther, it was a risk they had to take. Betty announced that, three months from now, in August, during their performance at New York City's Madison Square Garden, Melody and Harmony would finally reveal their secret to the world.

*

When configured for concerts, Madison Square Garden's capacity is 20,000, and the stadium was filled to overflowing when Melody and Harmony stepped onto the stage. Under brilliant lights, they began their long-awaited Revelation Show, belting out the opening lyrics of their signature song, "Melody and Harmony":

As soon as I saw her,

I had to see more;

She's the harmony

To my melody,

And, since our first night

Together, we've been tight.

Just as they'd anticipated, the crowd went wild, standing, waving their arms and hands, cheering, shouting, and whistling. From the stage, the singers saw familiar banners: "Girl Power," "Lesbian Singers Rock," and "You Go, Girl!"

The music changed, signaling the introduction of new or altered verse, and the duet sang new lyrics in place of the original:

We've long had a secret

We cannot forget;

We've been dying to tell it,

Hoping it's a hit

With our fans, the best in the world,

So, here it is, boys and girls.

The singers took off their halter tops, displaying their breasts. In New York, they knew, it was legal for women to exhibit their bosoms. On the great screen that depicted their every onstage posture and pose, their bare breasts were the size of Volkswagens. The crowd expressed its thunderous appreciation of the full, high, round tits that bounced and jiggled as the lesbian lyricists danced and gyrated.

Harmony twirled into Melody's arms, and their breasts flattened against each other as the women embraced tightly, kissing. Their mouths opened to admit one another's tongues, and the performers mouth-fucked each other with their stiff, probing oral appendages. Again, the gigantic screen exhibited their same-sex shenanigans to the cheering crowd. The enthusiasm of their fans was deafening.

As the performers continued to kiss, their open mouths sealed over each other, Harmony's hands cupped Melody's buttocks through Melody's leather mini-skirt, and Melody gripped and squeezed the cheeks of her lover's ass through the skin-tight, white jeans that Harmony wore. The crowd screamed, jumping for joy. "Panther's career is as good as dead," Harmony predicted. Melody nodded, and the girls sang the next stanza of their revised song:

We're gay, and we're proud

To sing it out loud,

But you already know that,

So lesbian love's not the cat

We'll let out of the bag

To set tongues a-wag.

Here, they paused to resume their French kissing, and their audience applauded. The new lyrics were dreadful, both singers agreed, but their fans, it seemed, were more than pleased with the revision to their signature song, and that was always all that really mattered--keeping the fans happy.

Behind them, Melody and Harmony had erected a pair of folding screens inlaid with their likenesses, captured in mosaic tiles. After a final hug, each singer scampered behind her screen. The music continued to play, and the ladies let the suspense build. No doubt, the audience was anticipating a costume change, but none of their many admirers could possibly know what the singers had in store for them.

At Harmony's nod, the two performers emerged, and the huge screen showed the 20,000 fans gathered in the stadium a truly shocking sight--a revelation that would be headlined (and shown, in pixilated TV images and censored photographs) around the world this evening, tomorrow, and pretty much forever. Melody and Harmony were naked, their buoyant breasts, bouncing and jiggling as the duo sprinted toward one another, clearly displayed, as were their swinging cocks and balls! The huge screen showed the singers' full, firm, high, round breasts; their fabulously feminine fannies; and their cute, boyish genitals, revealing to the world that the supposedly "lesbian lyricists" were, in fact, male-to-female transsexuals, or transwomen, who'd opted to retain, rather than to surrender, their male sex organs.

As the duo embraced, breasts pressing breasts and cocks and balls sliding and rolling against cocks and balls, kissing passionately, hands caressing breasts and buttocks and fondling pricks and testicles, the police rushed the stage, arresting the transsexual pop stars. Melody and Harmony were led away in handcuffs to the cheers, whistles, and shouts of their fans. That evening, it was clear to all, including Panther and Her Boys, who were watching in choice seats, live, as the arrests were being made, that the career of Melody and Harmony was anything but over. In fact, thanks to their Revelation Show, their star power had gone nova.

As Harmony told Melody, after their attorney had bailed them out of jail, "Heterosexual sex is hard to beat, even for lesbians as lovely as we, but nothing, least of all Panther and Her Boys, can compete against shemale sex!"

Melody agreed, kissing her transsexual-lesbian lover, and, her cock stiffening and swelling, like her nipples, testified to the truth of Harmony's declaration.