4 comments/ 24491 views/ 2 favorites Winter Turns to Spring Ch. 01 By: JohnnyRD I had been married then for fifteen years, that made me thirty-six years old. My wife Susan was eight years my senior, we had one daughter of our own, Lucy who was eighteen going on nineteen and working now, and Rosalind who had just turned eighteen and still in sixth form, she had lived with us since she had been six years old. Sue had been almost my first love. I had not been a confident young man around women, that macho bravado which young women often find so attractive was a stranger to me, so when she and I met, it was not I who made the first moves but her. I was though more than happy to oblige, and we were soon an inseparable couple. My daughter Lucy came along about four years into our marriage, which was a joy to us both. The pregnancy though had so physically depleted Sue, that afterwards she found that she was unable to recover her libido. I was patient and understanding with her, it would come back I reasoned, when her body had rested, it had after all nearly killed her. It did do so too after some time, but not ever as much as before, and I always longed for those days of full on passion, and fumbled exitement that we had shared in our early days together. Just a few months after Lucy's birth, a casual friend of ours Anna, became pregnant too, not planned like ours, this was a result of a drunken fling. Anna had decided to keep the baby though, and so Rosalind was born about 10 months after our own Lucy. Over the next few years, we would see Rosalind's mum pretty regularly around town, pushing her about in a pram, then in a pushchair. As a baby, Rosalind was not given the right food to build strong bones, or the right exercise to grow healthy muscle on them. She was a painfully skinny looking child, and it worried me and Sue sometimes just to look at her. So from when she was about four, Sue and I began to look after Rosalind, or Ross (as we called her,) for her mum on odd days. We would secretly fill her with good food and lavish some much needed attention upon her, it was all we could think to do. Then the occasional day became regular days and nights. So it was not really a surprise when Ross was six years old, that her mum suggested that she go and live with us permanently, as she no longer herself "had the energy for her". Years passed and things settled into a pattern of family life. Both girls got on together most of the time, Lucy quiet and kind, Rossalind noisy and more mischievous, but only as much as is healthy for any little girl. Rosalind was still a skinny girl at eighteen, but healthy looking now, her milky white skin was as smooth as alabaster (the only good thing that she had got from her real mum). Her small face framed by shoulder length straight dark blonde hair. At about 5ft 6" tall, she had long gangly legs topped by a girlish bottom, buttocks about the size of two large Jaffa oranges, little globes on hips which hardly widened from the front, between her belly and her thighs at all. Her arms were slender with long delicate fingers on her little white hands. Her boobs were tiny, (to her obvious disgust), she would often wear padding in a training bra intended for young girl. Her lips were thin, pretty rather than luscious, but standing out red against her pale face. What really got your attention though, were her beautiful pale blue eyes, the sort that could stop you in your tracks as you find yourself falling deep into them, until utterly lost. it was about then that she began to show a real resentment towards our natural daughter Lucy, no longer calling her sister, but now referring to her as "number one daughter". Lucy had been "wanted" by her real parents, Ross hadn't, she reasoned, that was unfair, and she became much more of a handful for us. Rossalind and Lucy no longer got on at all now, I felt terribly sorry for Rossalind, trying to work all this out for herself, and guilty too that I had imposed this problem upon Lucy, by taking Rossalind in to our family, in the first place. She also began to target her resentment on Sue my wife, whilst becoming increasingly affectionate and appreciative of me, she wanted to be a daddy's girl I suppose, and I was the daddy on the spot. I felt in an impossible situation, sandwiched between three waring females, understanding all sides, but unable to bring much peace between them. As things had been getting more and more difficult between Rossalind, my wife and Lucy, it seemed like a good idea when Sue said one day, that she was going to stay with her mother for a while, who was old and quite ill at the time, and that Lucy was going with her. The girls could get a rest from each other for a while, and Sue wouldn't be worried about her mum all of the time. Her mum only lived at the other end of town, and it would be just for a while. So they took enough stuff for few weeks away, and left the house to me and Rossalind. Rossalind's reaction to this development was exultant. In her mind she was now the woman of the house and she began to behave as if she were. I should say now that she had always acted as if she were a few years older than she actually was, trying to get some control in her life I suppose, after being passed around like a parcel in her younger days. She had never liked being dressed in baby clothes, even when she very small, and she had started being interested in boys and had begun clumsily applying make up ridiculously young, although having had no serious boy friends that I had been aware of, which had puzzled me. Within just a few days of me and her having the house to ourselves, she began to take over some of my wife's usual domestic chores, (which she had previously taken no interest in), the alarm bells should have started ringing for me then, but they didn't. She would make my meals, tidy up after me, hoover round, but only when I was there to appreciate it and to notice her, which I of course did. It was when she was hoovering around me like this in the sitting room one day, that I first noticed her sexually. She still had her sixth form school uniform on, white knee socks, black buckle shoes with a bar and no heals, white blouse, a tie and a grey pleated skirt. School uniform was strict, skirts to be worn just above the knee, but every waiting parent outside the school knew that as soon as it was over, many of the more precotious girls would turn over their waist bands a few times and hey presto, on the way home a maxi skirt became a mini. I had often enjoyed the site of some of the older girls doing this, which made the chore of picking my kids up from school a real pleasure sometimes. Once a blonde haired girl had noticed me staring at her thighs and at tantalizing flashes of her panties as she sashayed along. She had looked at me directly I remember, as if to say "you dirty old man," and then as she had passed by my car, she stopped and ostentatiously scratched her bottom, lifting up her skirt with her hand as she did so, giving me of perfect view of just what I wanted, but she knew that I could never have. As Rossalind bent over that day, just three foot from my face, hoover nozzle in hand, I was given a glorious view of her bottom and upper thighs, her white cotton panties loosely covering her dainty little bum. I could even see the beginning of a lacy white panel rising up from over her but hole, which would go on to cover her crack and pubis mons I imagined. I knew that Rossalind often turned her skirt up after school was over, but it always been lowered again by the time she had entered the house. I had never said anything about this to her, it had seemed harmless enough, until now. Today had been different though. Her skirt had indeed been down when she had come in from school, but she had rolled it up again before doing the hoovering around me as I sat on the sofa. She was showing herself off to me, teasing me with her womanhood. As this reality began to sink in, I found myself in an utter state of confusion. I did not react to her provocation in any way, I didn't lean over and touch her as perhaps she wanted me to, but neither, I noticed, did I want to correct her, as I might previously have done. The truth was, that the view in front of me was just too nice to spoil, and I was enjoying the show. When she had finished the hoovering, (which had involved more bending over in my direction than seemed at all necessary,) she stood facing me and said "right that's done". I was, and she knew it, I sorely wanted to cup that little arse in my hands right then, but resisted still. After she had gone to bed that night, my mind raced, it had never occurred to me to lust after Rossalind before, she was my daughter, well sort of. Then the thought occurred to me, that my natural daughter Lucy had developed much more than Rosalind, with perhaps C cup breasts, and very womanly hips, yet I had had no such feelings about her. Even when I had walked into the bathroom and had accidentally seen her entirely naked, just weeks before, it was embarrassing but in no way a turn on for me. Perhaps Rossalind was different, I reasoned, she was not my blood daughter after all, so maybe It was OK to lust after her skinny little body. I went to my bed that night with a bigger hard on than I had had for years, and as I pulled myself off, I thought of her Of caressing her pale skin, of kissing her cute arse, yes and of pumping her pussy into ecstasy. No harm in just thinking about it after all. Sleep was unusually difficulty for me, my mind in a tumult. I woke again after a few hours and immediately began thinking about her again, of sucking at her tiny breasts, of my cock end enclosed by her tight, (virgin I imagined), cunt. It was no good, sleep wasn't coming, so I sat up with my lap top before me in my bed. But catching up on my "E" correspondence held no attraction to me, and before long I was searching the porn sites, looking for a nubile, pale skinned young woman with dark blonde hair, about 5ft 6", to jerk off to, but search as I might, there was nothing quite like her. Then, a small knock on the bedroom door behind me. "Hello Mike, I heard you moving about, I can't sleep either." Moving like lightning, I whacked at the screen off button, (shutting down properly would have to wait), and dived under the quilt, my boner safely hidden. "I'm fine Ross." I said rather weekly. "I think I'll try to get off to sleep again now again, goodnight." I told her. "Can we bunk up together, we've not done that for ages." said the voice outside my door. "That was when you were little Ross". I replied. Ignoring me completely she went on, "And there's plenty of room in that big bed for us both now. Please can we?" Before I could think to reply, she had leaped in beside me under the quilt..... Oh God.. "I better put some Pyjama bottoms on Ross." I countered. It was completely dark so I was able to grab some without being seen and I got back in. "OK just for little while, then go back up will you". "OK she said". What followed seemed an anti climax, she did after all seem to be just settling down and going to sleep. After a while I relaxed enough for my throbbing dick to become a more manageable semi. "Good night David" she said, as she kissed me sweetly on the forehead and curled up into a ball, (her usual go to sleep position.) After a few minutes though she moved over behind me, us both lying on our sides now, and she cuddled up behind me. I lay there with her warm little body pressed tight against mine, zig zagged together. Through her thin cotton PJ's, I could feel her pressing her whole length against me, the front of her thighs against the backs of mine, her head pressed against the top of my back. It seemed that she really was just going to sleep though. Thank goodness......my head was a mess, but it seemed like things would be OK after all. We had done this many times before entirely innocently, but she had been younger then, and I had not been thinking about her in way that I was right now. She was finding it hard though, to get comfortable for sleep. She wanted to lie fully pressed against me, but her arms were getting in the way. Sleepily now, she said to me, "lift up a bit so I can can cuddle in properly." I lifted my middle and she pushed one arm under me and wrapped both of her arms around my belly. It felt good, comforting and warm together, the two of us like spoons in a drawer. I listened to her breathing deepen as she started drifting off to sleep. As she did, her right wrist on top of my side naturally started to slide itself further down onto my front, until it came to rest just short of my crotch. She was not touching me, but the delicate contact with the front of my pyjama trousers was causing them to rub lightly against me. Delicate and feathery the contact may have been, but was enough, as I began to realize that I was getting fully aroused again. Think non sexy thoughts Dave, think non sexy thoughts. I was having moderate success with this strategy, although miles from feeling sleepy, when her arm twitched, then it twitched again, she had fallen to sleep. This was sending me crazy. In a moment or two, I thought, I could carefully get out of bed, go into the bathroom and relieve myself privately. Her hand twitched, and twitched again, I was getting desperate. I couldn't get out of my head the thought of turning her on her back, pulling her pants down and giving her the good fucking that I so desired from her. Still asleep, she had cuddled into me even further now, pushed tight against my back, so that her whole hand and wrist had moved forward again, and was now pressing gently onto my dick, which was raging. Still though she was asleep, and I was beginning to lose my fear of discovery, now even daring to enjoy the illicit feeling of her hand rested over me. After a few minutes of this, I decided to move her hand gently off me, so that I could get up without waking her, and could go and rub myself off in the bathroom. Aroused now though, I couldn't help first devilishly pressing her hand just a little firmer against my swollen dick, god it felt good. I even rubbed my dick up and down against it lightly once. Damn, the hand twitched again, I almost lost my breath. Enough of this now, I was in danger of being discovered. Quickly now I moved her arm off me, and started to gently ease myself out of bed. "What are you doing?" said a sleepy little voice behind me. "Why are you getting out of bed? You woke me up." it added. Since she had seen me go to the toilet just twenty minutes ago, after she had got in, I couldn't use that excuse to her. In my confusion I couldn't think of another good reason either, so I said, "I thought that I would put the night light on, it might settle you down better." I offered. "I'm not a baby anymore", she pouted. No you are certainly not are you, I thought to myself as I lay back down, on my side in front of her again. "Go to sleep," she said, and she quickly clamped her arms around me, and pressed her body tightly against mine once again. It all happened so quickly after that. She had put her hands tight around my belly, but where belly used to be, instead now her hand met the top of my swollen dick. I exhaled involuntarily at the contact, she withdrew immediately. At first, she went completely silent, then she began to giggle wildly, she obviously couldn't help it. I had to break this up, her laughing was just too unsettling to me. "what?" I said stupidly. "My hand went on your willy." Then she began to laugh again, curling into ball on her side, breathless now with more nervous giggling. I was in a state of wild confusion, the top of my dick had popped out of the vent of my pyjamas and she had noticed it. "Turn over the other way" I said. "And try to get some sleep" Still giggleing but calming down a bit, she did as I had asked. She was now facing away from me, both still on our sides, I kept a little distance between her little bottom and my now raging dick. But then she pushed her back against my chest, then jerked back again to get properly close to me, and her bottom crashed into my dick. The nervous convulsion of giggleing started again. Now she was lying on her back, helpless with laughter. Eventually she got her breath back and quietened down. "Can I touch it?" She said, with a devilish tone in her soft voice. "I don't think that that would be a good idea Ross," I said. "But I want to feel what it's like." "Please just go to sleep now, it's getting very late and I...." But I didn't finish the sentence, she had turned around facing me in the dark and had grabbed my dick in her little hand. "Ross" I said, "no, please leave it alone." As I heard myself say these words, I marveled at how unconvinced I sounded, even to myself. Part of me was enjoying this greatly, and it was the part in Rossalind's hand. She noticed it too, and so she continued to ignore my fake protestations. I was lying in my own bed, with a skinny eighteen year old girl, inexpertly clutching the top of my prick in her hand, and in that moment I was in heaven. She gave it a little squeeze to feel its consistency, then raised herself up onto her side, so as to examine it better. By the dim glow of the night light, I looked down upon her. she was sat up on her side, making a little tent with her head under the quilt, with my dick in her right hand, and a look of eager fascination over her face. She looked back up at me, flushed and exited, no longer the least bit sleepy looking. "Oh God Ross. what are you doing?" I whimpered. This was more of a rhetorical observation than an admonition, my last pretense of resistance, and she knew it. "Ok" I said. "Now you've got it, what do are you going to do with it?" This question obviously hadn't occurred to her yet. As she thought about this, she loosened her hold on my cock, and her wrist dropped down my shaft a little, I gasped. She moved it back up, then down again, impressed now by the effect her actions were having on me. She was jerking me off, without having even intending it. She began to move up and down with longer and longer strokes. I gasped at each. There was no doubt about it now, we had gone this far and I didn't want it to stop. I lay on my back, what a vision was before me. "Come up here then", I said. "You can keep hold of me if you want." I held her close against me now, and looked into her perfect pale blue eyes, wide with expectation, promising surrender, full of love. I rolled upon my back, taking her on top of me, our arms now entwined, and kissed her on the lips, first softly, then with more intensity. One hand now holding the back of her head, the other drifted down to her buttocks, kneeding them, feeling their firm roundness, pushing her arse against my body, my cock pressed against her belly. I turned us over again, this time with me on top, still passionately kissing, lips together, heads turning slowly from side to side, devouring each other. Opening the buttons of her top, I planted my face upon the flesh now revealed. A thousand butterfly kisses, to her belly, her shoulders, to each of her ribs, which were lightly suggested under her skin, to her breasts (such as they were), and then concentrating upon her perky little nipples, rubbing and kneading one, gently suckleing at the other. It was her turn to gasp now as she held my head in both of her hands, lying prone on her back before me. Her chest was pumping up and down, her breath held in tightly, and then releasing itself in sudden gasp after gasp. After kicking off my PJ bottoms, I returned to her chest, kissing it gently, then deeply, and all the time moving down her torso. With my fingers under her waste band, I looked up at her once more, her arms out above her framing her face, and her hair layed out across the pillow in all directions from her head, like an angel I thought. She lifted up her bottom for me, and I pulled down her pants and threw them across the room, she raised herself up and threw her top away to match my gesture. We lay there naked together for the first time, bathing in our decadence and mutual conspiracy, full of love for each other, and for this moment, brimming with lust and desire for what would surely follow. Winter Turns to Spring Ch. 01 Returning to her senses fully now, she sat up and grabbed onto my dick once again. Beginning to gently kiss it and to lick at it on it's tip, and then along it's length. Next she buried her head at its base and into my balls, her ears and hair pressed against the inside of my thighs, she pushed her face against my ball sack and rolled it from side to side as she did so. I almost came there and then so intense was the feeling. So I pulled her back up to me and kissed her on the lips again, my fingers though now beginning to survey her delta of Venus, her hand still holding my cock. As I rubbed along her crack, I realized that it was completely smooth. "You shave yourself down there?," I said. "I know what you like, I wanted to please you," she replied. Then she added, "I know you go on your computer at night. I have looked at what you save on it, you like shaven girls don't you" "Yes I do" I said, thinking to myself, she has my password, have I no secrets? "There are some other things that you like that I saw there too," she added mischievously. This conversation was such a turn on for us both, that I increased my rubbing, and felt I her labia lips begin to open for me. "You have been looking at my downloads then, so you know all my little secrets do you? You know what I do at night, and you know just what turns me on, I suppose?" "Not everything I yet, but I want to," and she gave my cock a little squeeze and kissed me full on the lips to seal the promise. Having fun now, she added, "Sometimes I sit in your computer chair and play with myself." "Looking at my stuff? It turns you on?" I suggested. whilst still rubbing her clit. "Yes," she said, "I like to look at it. I like to think of you playing with yourself watching it, sitting in the same chair as me. It turns me on, makes me wet here." She put her hand over mine and pressed my fingers hard against her pubis mons, I began to rub her pussy a little more firmly, and she shuddered and folded forward against me a little. "ooooh that's nice, your fingers are rougher than mine, it's so much better with you." "I saw you once," she went on, "the door wasn't properly closed. You were looking at pictures of two women dressed as schoolgirls, playing with each other." "You like schoolgirl fantasies then?" She asked. "I like this one." I replied. I felt her pussy lips parting fully, her legs opening wider too, with this better access I began rapid circular motions with two fingers across her labia and clitoris. "But you didn't disturb me when you saw me doing that through the crack?" I asked. "I put my hand down my jamas and played with myself, while watching you playing with yourself." Her disclosure was turning her on more than ever, she was now having to stop, to take a breath between each word she spoke, the rhythm building with my fingering of her. "While you...played.... with yourself...... inside...... your room.....I was..... playing...... with myself......watching you.....I.....was...... so......turned on........ David." She was close now, I rubbed faster and held her body close against mine. "ohhhhhh.....thank you......thank you.........thank you........thank you.........thank you..........thank you..........Ohhhhhhhh." She gasped. She was shaking against me now. Then she let out a soft cry, "thank.......you!!!!!!!", as ecstasy took her, her legs clamped together hard over my hand, her body folded up shaking madly, her head thrown back. For a moment we just lay still, looking at each other, lying on our sides, she totally spent, me more in love at that moment than I think that I have ever been. Then she folded her arms around my shoulders, holding me tight and said. "That was the best ever." "Did I say thank you David, and we both laughed together. I placed her fingers back around my dick, "Finish me now please." I said. And with just a few strokes I erupted, cascading into the air and landing on her chest. She dabbed two fingers in a pool of my cum and put them in her mouth. "it does taste a bit salty," she said, "but quite nice really," and she took a thicker gloop this time and dribbled it onto her tongue. "Have you done this before with anyone Ross darling." I whispered to her. "Never like this." She answered shyly. "I've kissed boys at parties, even snogged a few but that's all. I wanted it to be you David, I have wanted it for a long time. I have just finished my period, so I know that it will be safe for us to go all the way, if you want to." Winter Turns to Spring Ch. 02 When I awoke the following morning, I was hoping for some more action, but Ross was already up. Naked, I went downstairs to go to the bathroom. There she was lying in the bath, a towel wrapped around her hair, her body layed our at full stretch in the water. Such a beautiful sight. A one prohibited to me just yesterday, but now mine to feast upon at any time that I wished. Looking down at her perfectly smooth pale flesh, so lovely, so desirable, I could hardly contain my joy. Her pretty little feat, her muscled but skinny calves and thighs, her pancake flat chest. Of most fascination to me though, was the perfectly rounded form of her bald pubis, barely dissected by a discrete little slit, which offered no clue as to her sex within. Was I really going to be allowed to enter that private little heaven today? Could my manhood possibly probe those girlish hips without tearing her asunder? She opened her eyes to me and gave a loving look. My excitement obvious for all to see. "you gonna come back up after this?" I asked hopefully. "Sorry, got to hand in my final history essay by 10 O'clock." "Oh," I said. Feeling a little deflated, (except where it mattered.) She rose out of the bath and gave my dick, a gentle kiss on the tip. It jumped at the touch of her lips, I was desperately wanting more from her. Her skin was shiny with wet and steaming with vapor. When she turned her back on me for a moment, I swear I was that close to just pushing my dick between her little white butt cheeks, and having her there and then. "I'll see you after I have been to the doctors, a little after two," She said. "Why do you need the doctor?" I asked, a little concerned. "So that we don't have to buy any little rubber overcoats for him," she said. Then she bent over and spoke to my cock in baby talk. "You wouldn't like that very much would you?" And she kissed it once more. I followed her upstairs to her own room, my bath could wait. I just wanted to look at her, to breathe in her loveliness for every moment that I had, until she was gone. Once there, I was treated to a striptease in reverse. "You can pick out my underwear for me if you like," she said, as she took the towel down from around her hair, and finished rubbing herself dry, one leg up on a chair. I opened her pants drawer. Lots of plain school Knickers, a couple of baggy blue over knicker jobs for school sports, a few thongs and some more lacy affairs. Near the bottom of this stack I pulled out a pair of pink ones, with a white "Hello Kitty" cats face on the front, and I presented them to her. "They will never fit me, I've had them for years." "You said that I could choose," I said. She gave me a slightly exasperated smile, but took them. Next over to the bra drawer. I looked through it, but couldn't see any that I liked. "No bra today, I think." I said. "You don't really need one Ross." Hearing this, her head hung down and she stopped drying herself. "I can't help that can I," she stated under her breath. Realizing my mistake, I went over and lifted up her chin with my hand. "Ross darling they are perfect. You young girls think that all men like great huge breasts, actually some of us prefer small ones, even tiny little titties like yours," and I began to tickle her around the waste, until she giggled and danced out of my reach. "Seriously Ross, they are perfect, I wouldn't want them any different if I could." "Then I guess, I'm lucky to be with you then," "you sure are", and we kissed tenderly, standing both naked in her room. Feeling my erect cock pressing against her bare cool belly, I couldn't help pushing myself against her. I was almost delirious with desire for her, but that would have to wait. What a blessed torture was this? "Right then, got to get moving now." She said, pulling away from my arms. "She put the knickers on and pulled them up over herself. They may have been intended for a twelve tear old girl, but the truth was that they fitted nice and snug, her bottom being lovely and rounded at the back, but her having barely any hips at all. "Socks" she said, "give me socks," I pulled her into me again and started squeezing her buttocks, through those tight little knickers. "Socks I said," you heard me. "Oh sorry, I thought you wanted sex," I pretended, handing her out a pair of just below the knee white school socks, with a slightly lacy design to them. After she left, I was feeling so horny that I went straight back to bed. I was thinking hard about fucking her. In the bathroom, in her bedroom, on my bed and anywhere else that we had been together. But it wasn't nearly enough for me after such provocations as I had already enjoyed that morning. Then I remembered that her jama bottoms from last night were still on the floor. I held the gusset over my face and breathed deeply of her slight scent. Then wrapping them round the base of my dick, I pulled myself off. When I came, it was with the vision of her standing naked in the bath with her back turned on me. This time I did push my cock under her buttocks and had found her sex ready for me. At two thirty I heard the front door opening. I was very glad that I had decided against my first idea of greeting Ross stark naked. It was Sue who had arrived instead. To my great relief, she said, "Can't stay I'm afraid, just come to get a few things for me and Lucy." It was then that I realized that Ross's Jama bottoms were still on my bed, twisted up and stained with my semen. "I'll go to the loo first though", she said. I rushed upstairs and straightened everything out in the bedroom. "Me and Lucy are going to visit uncle Eddy tonight, and we both wanted something a bit smarter to wear. I hope that you are seeing to Ross properly?" I nearly choked upon hearing this from my own wife. After a few minutes of rummaging upstairs, and with a quick kiss to my cheek she was gone. Better still, I now knew that they would both be gone for the whole evening, and that Rosalind and I would not be disturbed. "As she had gone out of the front door, I heard her say Hello Ross, pull your skirt down, oh never mind. I suppose you can do what you like now, you're not a little girl any more." Good job she hadn't got a flash of those knickers I thought. "You're not a little girl any more," mocked Ross after she had come into the hall and closed the front door behind her. "Come here," I told her, and putting my arms inside her school blazer I held her around her back and pulled her into me and we kissed and embraced. "you're in kind of a hurry," she beamed. "You have no idea how crazy I have been for you all day Ross." "Just let me get out of my school stuff first," and she moved to run upstairs. But I grabbed her hand. "No way, not this time, I want to be the one to be taking those babies off you." "OK what do you want to do then?" She asked. "Well I really enjoyed the way you did the hoovering the yesterday." I suggested. She actually blushed. "You're a bad bad girl Ross.........I'm pleased to say." "I need I little rest first, I'm bushed," she said. "Didn't get much sleep last night.......I'm pleased to say." She added with a grin. Then she bent over in front of me, "It's all your fault," she said to the front of my pants, in baby talk, and then flicked her hand across the front of my flies as she passed me. I was beginning to love her teasing of me, and although I wanted nothing more than to pull my zipper down and stuff her sweet face with dick, instead I said. "Want to watch a little TV then, while you recover?" "OK" After about ten minutes of this, she said. "I have a better idea. Let's watch a movie upstairs." I followed her up the stairs to my office, where my stack computer was. I kept my distance so I could look up her skirt as she went. "Let's see now," She said. switching on the screen, she put in my security password. There was only one chair, the office style swivel type, with a high back but no arms. "Sit," she said. I did so. Then she took her school blazer off and sat on top of my lap facing the screen. "What shall we have then?" She asked, settling her dainty bum into my lap with a wiggle. "St. Harlot's Academy for young ladies? Tara gets facialised? Olga and Tammy threesome fun? I think that I've seen all of these." "All of them, there are dozens? I said. "I am a bad girl remember. I know. Can we go on your live video sex chat site, I have seen it there, but I don't know the pass word. I've wanted to see what it's like for ages." Thank god you didn't, I thought. Being mid afternoon, only Barry who I had chatted with many times, and a woma who just called herself "Insatiable Me", were online right then. I messaged them both, "wanna chat?" "Hi Dave wassup?" and "Greetings sexy boy," both appeared in chat boxes on my screen. "What you doin Barry?" I typed, "What d'ya think?" (smiley face with tongue hanging out.) "Wish I was there Barry, I wouldn't waste a good hard on," messaged Insatiable Me. "How bout you Davy boy?" "Oh sitting at my computer with an eighteen year old virgin in school uniform on my knees." "Yeah right, lol. Anything good happened your way today?" "Sorry had my hand down her knickers, bit busy there Barry." "Keep talking like that and you'll have my hand down mine, naughty boy" Insatiable Me typed. "Do you wanna have some fun Ross," I said. It's just peer to peer messaging. "lets see if we can give Barry a boner shall we?" "Put your video and sound on Barry." "Why? Sure as hell don't want to look at your scraggy dick, lol. I am not that kind of girl," he joked. "I am" typed Insatiable Me. "Just do it Barry, trust me." Ross, tease par excellence that she was, pulled her tie loose, undid three buttons from her blouse and opened her legs wide, so that they were now outside of my mine. When her pink Hello Kitty panties could be seen in the corner of our own screen, she said. "Right go on then." "Hold on" Typed Barry, then the speakers said. "Bloody hell you weren't joking Dave!" I was looking at the most amazed looking middle aged man's face, that I have ever seen. "Hiya Barry," said Ross teasingly. "You like what you see?" And she shook her hair, opened her mouth wide and licked her lips for full effect. "Who is she? How did you manage that you lucky bastard Dave?" "That would be telling," I said. "Jesus Christ," said Barry. Ross was in full flow now. "You look nice Barry, I like older men," then she bit her lower lip coquettish, and leaned into the screen, her face now filling the camera, she flashed her beautiful blue eyes at him saying. "Why don't you show me what your packing there Barry?" She leaned back against me on the chair opening her legs wider, her black school shoes now propped up against the edge of the computer desk. Barry did exactly as instructed, dropping his trousers, his not inconsiderable dick now in evident. "Go for it Barry she wants you to." I said. Leaving her tie on hanging loose, Ross undid her blouse, slowly button by button, her head lowered, but eyes forward staring at the camera. Next she opened it fully, and started playing with her little tits and nipples. Barry was busy pumping away at himself now, staring at his screen, "Are you sure she's eighteen, Dave?" "Eighteen and two weeks Barry, aren't you my sweet," I said, and I kissed her. Then I put my hand down the front of her panties and started to gently rub up and down inside of them. "You lucky bastard Dave," "Hey don't be like that, I am sharing her with you aren't I." Ross started moaning and wiggleing about on my knee theatrically. "She's not really a virgin though?" "You're a cheeky little man Barry." That sexy baby talk voice was back. "What time is it Barry?" "What? Said Barry, "er 3.30," "Then I will still be a virgin for.... how long more David?" "Not for much longer," I said. "For about another 20 minutes perhaps." Then she turned her head up and we started kissing. My hand still down her pants rubbing at her. I noticed that her flower had completely opened up for me, when I felt my middle finger pass across her hole. I pushed the tip into the mouth and rubbed it around. She yelped out. So did Barry. A little message appeared on a box in the corner of my screen. It was from Insatiable Me. "What's going on? I can't get any picture here." I stopped and typed in, "were having live sex here, shame you missed it." "She can't be though." I mean? Barry insisted. "Your a bad boy Barry, for not believing me," she simpered. We played with each other last night didn't we David? But we haven't gone all the way yet, Barry dear. I haven't with anyone yet, have I Dave?" "I can testify to that." I said. Then pushing her face into the camera, until she could see that it had filled Barry's screen, she said. "Go on Barry, I am watching you Barry. You have such a nice dick Barry, I want to play with it. I am getting so wet looking at you." Then she opened her mouth and rolled her tongue around her lips. "Cum now Barry, cum for Rosalind, cum in my mouth," and she opened it wide. Fuck my face you dirty boy." "Oh god Ross, I would so love to." Said a higher pitched than usual Barry. His eyes front, his hand going like a jack hammer. She lifted herself up slightly and taking her hint, I pulled down her panties. I left them wrapped around one ankle, so that Barry could see them. Ross opened her legs wide again, revealing her now swollen little cunt lips. I placed my two fore fingers on either side of her pussy hole, and exposed her clitoris and a pinched little vagina opening. With another slight tug from my finger tips, Barry was looking right inside her little honey pot. "Fuck me Barry, Fuck my virgin pussy. It's all wet for you Barry, it's all ready for you, fuck me." I put my fingers at the sides of her pussy and gently rubbed up and down along her labias. "Are you ready to come Barry? Cum for little Rosalind. I want you to cum on my face Barry." Barry groaned and yelped suddenly, as his manic activity ceased and a jet of cum flew up from his hand. "Got to go now Barry by said," I switched off the link. "That was so much fun David, I loved it." I pushed her up off my knee and stood up. "Where on earth did you get all that sexy talk from then?" "Porn sites," she said. From your videos, and she screwed up her face in mock disapproval of me. "What do we do now?" She asked. "Now I am going to devirginise you," and I took her hand and pulled her into the bedroom. "Now?" she asked. "Now" I told her. I was feeling so horny, that my plan of a gradual seduction had been pushed out of my mind. That would have to wait for another occasion. Once in my room, I almost tore off her cloths and mine (Ieaving only her white school knee socks on.) I picked her body up, it weighed nothing really, and threw her onto my bed. She opened her legs wide for me immediately she had landed, she could see my need. Climbing on top of her, I placed the tip of my cock at her hole. As I rubbed it up and down, her crack ran with her juices. She looked to me, for the first time just a little apprehensively, but I was way past caution. Pushing into her I said, "Oh Ross baby." Lord it was a tight squeeze at first, even with all her lubrication. It didn't seem to want to go in any further, but after a few strokes of in and out action, I pushed through deeper. "Ooooow, ahhhhh," she gasped. Her upper teeth biting her lower lip and her eyes scrunched shut with pain. I relented, and pulled back my dick until it was just inside her entrance. It was bloody. "OK sweetheart, it will get easier now for you." I pushed it back into her until about half enclosed by her sex, and held myself there. She winced again, but then said. "Go on then, I'm ready." My conscience got the better of me. I began by kissing her again. "Why don't you get on top," I said. "Then you can take just what you want?" I rolled off and she climbed over, until kneeling astride me, taking my dick in her hands. A small trickle of blood was running down the inside of her thigh. She surveyed it for a second, then placed me in position under her. She took a deep breath and began to gently rock herself over me, until the bulb of my dick was once again inside of her. Steadying herself now with the palms of her hands flat on my belly, she gradually increased the depth of her thrusts, and was soon once again enclosing three inches of me. She let out little gasp of relief saying. "It's OK, it doesn't really hurt now." The soles of her feet flat on the bed, her knees bent, she set to work lifting her little bottom up and down over me in a slow arcing rhythm. "Ohhhhh" she gasped. "It's OK if you want to stop." I offered. "No way this is lovely," and gradually on each thrust, she brought more of herself down onto me, until my cock was fully sheathed by her. She kept at this for a while as I lay on my back letting her take what she wanted and no more. After a while she began to speed up, and to gasp at at each new down stroke she made. I was thinking that she might come soon, and I had other plans for that moment. On top of her in missionary position I had decided. I wanted to be looking into her her eyes, and be holding her tight as she climaxed for the first time. I wanted to penetrate her, to ride her, to ride together. I pulled her forward onto me, her little bottom pitching itself up and down on me still. Holding her to me I rolled us over, my cock still inside of her. Kissing her lips I said. "Now I am going to really fuck you, little girl." "Am I your little girl? Then you can be my daddy," she said. "You really are you know," and she returned my kiss. I don't know if such incestuous games should turn me on, but they did. We would play this game some more later, I thought. I pushed myself fully inside her again and began to get up a steady rhythm. She was flailing her legs about me, over my thighs, then splayed wide. "Can you still do the splits Becky?" "I doubt it," she replied. She tried to and came pretty close, and her little snatch felt even tighter for a moment. Eventually she settled for her legs clamped around the small of my back. "You are my daddy now. And you are inside of me. and I so, so love it. Will you do something for your little girl please Daddy?" "Of coarse my angel." I grunted out. "What is it?" "Daddy?" "Yes." "Cum inside me. You know it's safe for me today." I began pumping again, she pushed her hips up to meet me. With her ankles around my waste now, I was penetrating her deeper still, and she noticed it. Bucking against me she started to let out to let out gasp after gasp. I lined my eyes up with hers and said. "Look at me baby. I want to watch you as you come. I want to see your orgasm face." My elbows taking my weight, I pounded into her harder, faster, deeper. She was making so much noise by now, she was very close. I pushed as deep as I could. Then keeping my cock fully inside her, I stabbed over and over again, deeply into her pussy. I was rewarded with Ross in spasm, her body juddering under me, her legs falling free of me and dropping onto the bed. I looked at her face. Flushed and rosy cheeked, beads of sweat on her forehead, her fringe matted into sweaty little curls. She looked so much younger than her eighteen years. In that moment, she was as beautiful as she would ever be. Her mouth opened, releasing a long groan. "Look at me Ross," I said, "I am going to come too." I pushed inward again, drilling her to the bed. I covered her mouth with mine, and let my full weight fall on her, clutching at her tony breast with my now free hand. Now that was layed flat upon her, I could feel all of the the electricity in her body. When she finally came it was spectacular. Her whole body jerked and fizzed, as if she had been given and electric shock. Holding me tight, her arms round my back. Then she gradually juddered to a halt. I pushed in hard one more time. She whimpered, and I released my load into her little hot pussy. Winter Turns to Spring Ch. 02 We lay there on our backs for some time, she had found my hand and was holding it. "That was.............Oh I don't know how to tell you how good that was. Thank you Daddy." "Oh it's still with the Daddy then?" "That's your name now. Just between us two of course." "OK. Then what do I call you?" "You can call me Ross, or Rosalinde, or your baby, or your daughter." She stopped and thought for a moment. Then added, "or a schoolgirl, or a nurse, or a cheerleader, or a sexy librarian. Have I missed anything from your favorites?" "How about a Lezzy threesome, or a mother and daughter session?" I joked. That shut her up. looking at the bedside clock, it was still only tea time. It seemed like days now, since she had climbed into my bed last night. Time is relative, I thought, and time with your relatives can be nice too. We had all evening, and all night. This wasn't over.