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Shaping a Proper Young Lady Ch. 01

By: PhilCanyon



This story probes the complex erotic and emotional relationship that might develop between a childless couple and a young lady that has never had a warm, loving relationship with a mother and father. Each has the ability to give the other what they desperately need.

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"Darling, I'm home!" Robert yelled as he swung the front door shut.

"In here," Meg called out, directing her husband to the kitchen where she and Heather were chatting, while waiting for him to get home from the contract signing.

Robert and Megan Evers are an attractive couple. Robert is in his late forties; Meg, just turning a very attractive thirty-five. She's tall and lithe, keeping her dark hair short to help her look older; the way many women do when they are in a loving marriage to a more mature man. 

As well as being attractive, they're well connected at the law school and within the community. Robert holds tenure, as well as helping clients who are among some of the most influential players in the area and Meg is an integral part of the team; always looking exquisite and ready to handle any occasion requiring her attention.

Like many young debutants, Meg was raised to be an asset to her future marriage. From the time she was a young girl her mother had spent countless hours instructing her on the art of entertaining; including how to present both herself and her husband. By the time she turned eighteen she was very "finished" as her mother liked to say. 

Her attraction to Robert is a very natural evolution of her upbringing; as she was expected to fall in love with a more mature man that could provide her the pleasures of life that her mother, as well as her grandmother before her, had enjoyed.

"Oh, hello Heather. I didn't know if you'd be over today," Robert said as he entered the kitchen. 

"Good afternoon, Mr. Evers," she responded politely. She always addressed Robert this way when he arrived home from work. Meg had told her it conveyed respect for the master of the house; like in olden times when a king entered his castle. It was one of the Evers's rules; and they had many. Heather didn't mind. In fact, she enjoyed it. 

The Evers household was structured and predictable. Along with it came a sense of comfort and security. Heather thrived in the atmosphere the Evers home provided. Robert and Meg held a warm and enduring affection for her and she could feel it each time she walked into their home. Making her follow the rules of the household only served to reinforce the warmth and caring she felt.

"I hope you don't mind me coming over after school every day. We're working on my latest lesson. Mom is showing me how to flirt with men," she giggled and looked up and down several times. "I never thought it would be this hard. There's so much to learn!" 

"That's quite alright, young lady. You know how much we enjoy you," he replied and winked at Meg. 

"I know," she replied. "I feel like this is my home now. I don't even like going ho...," her voice cracked with emotion. "I only go home because he makes me. He gets mad and yells at me if I'm gone too long."

Heather's birth mother and father had moved into the neighborhood before she was born and purchased a nice home at the end of the block. Unfortunately, Heather's mother succumbed to cancer when she was only a year old. After her death, things turned for the worst and the house she grew up in; the once beautiful house at the end of the street, steadily and quite sadly fell into disarray. The paint faded, needed repairs went undone and the once immaculate landscaping gave way to the neglect, barely meeting the neighborhood's standards.

Since her mother's death, she had been raised by her father, who never remarried and unfortunately seemed to have a date with a bottle of whiskey each night. He was different than before. He seemed to not care much about anything, including his young daughter, and he brought all the problems of his addiction into his daughter's life. Included were the emotional problems of depression, moodiness, selfishness, and temper. The very real-world problems were present as well. Missing work turned in to missing paychecks, turning into missing deadlines for paying bills and Heather having to do without school clothes and activities.

She was embarrassed to bring her friends over and because of it she never cultivated relationships with the other girls. She created a world unto herself; a world all alone in her room. She never went out after school. She never went on dates with boys. She didn't have any after-school friends. 

At least he kept her clothed, albeit humbly. Heather made sure she attended enough school to keep passing grades. But it was at best maintaining the status quo. She needed so much more if she was to become a proper young lady in society.

The Evers moved into a house down the street from Heather when she was nine years old and watched her run wild about the neighborhood, seemingly without parental guidance. But, beneath all the dirt and shoddy clothes there was something that caught their eye and they cultivated a friendship with her. As she grew older the friendship grew, and the trust between them grew and she would often stop by their home and say hello. 

And, eventually Meg made sure to be outside when Heather walked by after school so they could chat, even if only briefly; as if she felt a need to acknowledge their connection. 

The Evers could sense a good and tender heart inside her. They knew this intelligent and beautiful young girl deserved much better than she was getting and they convinced themselves to do something about it.

She had never had the benefit of a mother and father in a loving relationship to model behavior for her. The Evers were convinced Heather needed the kind of nurturing and finishing Meg had been provided if she was to thrive in the real world. And, they were determined she was going to get it.

Almost two years had now passed since they had talked Heather's father into letting them take over responsibility for her education. At that time, Heather was still sixteen and a first semester junior in high school. It didn't take much for Meg to convince Robert they should speak with Heather's father about the situation.

Robert readily agreed and set up a meeting with Heather's father. They met with him late one afternoon; the three of them talking at the dining room table with Heather nervously listening from around the corner. Robert and Meg hadn't discussed their proposal with her beforehand, as they thought it would be inappropriate before they talked with her father.

The Evers explained their proposal to Heather's father. Meg held a degree in education. She would provide Heather the finishing education every successful young debutant needs. At the conclusion of her studies she would be prepared for every conceivable social situation. She would never find herself feeling inadequate or out of place when she was away at college. Meg detailed for Heather's father the curriculum and course-work that would be utilized. She outlined the challenges Heather would face and the goals she would be required to accept.

At the end of their explanation, Heather's father poured himself another drink from a cheap bottle of whiskey and pondered the offer. He took a long slow drink. After setting the glass onto the table in front of him he covered his face with his hands. "I'm not sending her to college," he said. "When she finishes high school, she's on her own."

Out of sight around the corner, Heather's shoulders dropped. She leaned back against the wall and lowered her head in disappointment. She had always assumed she would go to a university like the other girls at school. "Don't I deserve it?" she asked herself. She wanted to scream, "I make good grades and I don't get into any trouble." But, she held her tongue. 

She knew better than to show her anger around him. He would respond with a higher level of anger than she held and Heather knew what that would mean. He would be angry enough to hit her. After that, he would pout and ignore her for days; as if she wasn't even his daughter. It's hard on a sixteen year-old girl when she has to be a mother to her own drunken father. It wasn't fair and she often found herself wondering why she couldn't just be a young lady, excited about her life, like every other healthy sixteen year old.

The Evers had already discussed this possibility and were prepared for it. Robert told him that if Heather successfully completed her studies and continued to make good grades in school they would take care of the cost of her college; tuition, room and board, books, clothing, everything. 

Heather couldn't believe what she was hearing. She stood up straight, crossed her fingers and whispered anxiously, "Please say yes. Please say yes!"

The answer didn't come quickly. At first, it was all about how he didn't need their charity and who did they think they were to try to take over her upbringing. But, he wasn't going to let his pride get in the way of shirking his responsibilities and after a long talk, Robert convinced him to let Meg spend as much time with her as needed. 

Heather looked straight up at the ceiling, pumped one arm and shouted a silent "Yes!"

Meg and Robert were delighted by his decision. After a few more minutes of discussion Heather's father called her downstairs to give her the news; at which time she ran halfway up the stairs and then back down, pretending not to know anything of the conversation. Once he told her, she was free to let her emotions go. Heather jumped up and down screaming with glee; gushing promises to both the Evers and her father about how proud of her they would all be!

A year and eight months had gone by since that night. Heather was now eighteen and had graduated from high-school in May. Her studies had gone very well. Meg had provided her the finishing any debutante would envy. With Meg, she had studied the traditional arts of painting, singing, dance and photography. Meg had provided her instruction far beyond what she had received in her high school on politics, history, government and religion. Heather had even completed lessons on anthropology, natural history, psychology and sociology.

Only recently had their studies shifted to the more subtle and difficult aspects of relationships between men and women. Today had been a continuation in her lessons on the art of flirting and Meg was very proud of her young pupil, praising her with compliments as Robert took a seat in the living room. "She's learned quite a lot today, Robert," Meg told him as she sat a martini down on the coffee table in front of him. 

"Why don't you come over here and sit with me," Robert said to Heather, patting the sofa next to him.

Heather looked once toward Meg, and then walked to him; her tartan skirt bouncing off her hips with each step. She had been required to wear her schoolgirl uniforms all through middle and high-school and one of the Evers rules was that she wear her uniform during her lessons with Meg. 

She hated having to wear them at first; "It's a stupid rule," she thought. But, she came to enjoy wearing them. Especially since Robert and Meg often complimented her on how pretty she looked in them. It was that way with all of their rules. They were for her own good and she learned to like them.

Even though it was summer break, and she had already graduated, she continued wearing the same uniforms for her lessons with Meg; tartan skirt, white blouse, stockings and shoes with a heel. Because she now had a woman's figure she made a few changes, all with Meg's approval, of course. 

Meg let her replace the full length, thick stockings with thigh highs. She was allowed to wear high heels instead of the thick heeled loafers. Meg let her undo several of the buttons at the top of her blouse. And, after a lot of pleading, she was allowed to raise the hem on her skirt.

Of course, being eighteen, she did what eighteen year olds do; she pushed the boundaries as much as she could. She kept raising the hem a little too much, undoing one too many buttons and leaving the tops of her stockings a little too low on her thigh. 

She sat down next to Robert. Normally, this would not have made her nervous. But she was excited about the praise she had received today and wanted to Robert to know how much she appreciated him.

Meg excused herself, "I'm going to mix another martini," she said and left, knowing her husband needed to have a talk with her young pupil.

"Heather?" he asked.

"Yes, Mr. Evers."

"Is you blouse buttoned up like it is supposed to be?" he asked.

She looked down at her bust and saw that her blouse was unbuttoned to the point where her bra showed.

Before she could answer, Robert asked the next question. "And, is your skirt the proper length?"

She grabbed the hem of her skirt and straightened it. But, it wasn't long enough to cover the tops of her stockings.

"I guess I might have left one too many buttons undone and my skirt must have shrunk in the wash. I'm sorry, Mr. Evers," she replied.

"You know the rules, Heather."

"Yes sir. I'm sorry," she replied.

"You are so special to us, Heather. You know that don't you?" he said, putting his arm around her and pulling her into him for a hug. With his arm around her shoulder, pulling her against him, her blouse blossomed out. His eyes looked down and surveyed her body, He enjoyed taking in the swells of her large youthful orbs, the pink bra that struggled to hold them in, and her long, shapely legs under her tartan skirt. "I'm very proud of you," he said.

Heather giggled the type of giggle that only a teenage girl can evoke and nervously answered him. "Yes sir, Mr. Evers. I know I'm special to you. And, as far as I'm concerned, you two are my mom and dad." She followed her reply with another in rapid succession. "And, I really, really appreciate everything you and Mrs. Evers are doing for me. I can hardly believe I'm heading off to college in two months."

They continued their talk and Robert explained that he and Meg only wanted what was best for her. "You've learned so much in the past year. But, you still have a great deal to learn before you leave," he told her. She nodded her head and gave her very best "Yes sir, Mr. Evers!" He continued to explain what was expected of her; "study hard, pay close attention to everything Meg tells you, and ask lots of questions," he said. 

Then, he asked her several questions about what she had learned that day; most of which pertained to the art of flirting with men. She explained with great delight everything she had learned, including what to say to a man to gain his interest. And, where and how to touch a man to keep him in conversation. Her answers came with her customary enthusiasm as she nervously fidgeted and crossed and recrossed her legs.

"Meg has taught you quite well," he said. "Have you noticed how your curriculum has changed since your birthday?"

Heather lowered her chin demurely and rubbed her hand on Robert's inner thigh. "Yes, Mr. Evers....I've noticed. We're concentrating on relationships with men," she said shyly.

Perhaps it was the way she answered his question or maybe it was the way she moved her hand on his thigh that began to have an effect on Robert. He felt his penis begin lengthening down his thigh, stretching its way toward her hand. For a moment, he considered adjusting himself by crossing his legs, so as to cause her to lift her hand. But, "She's eighteen," he told himself. "She needs to learn a lesson." 

Heather looked down and saw movement just inches from where her hand lay; her fingers still dancing on his inner thigh. Right away, her heart started pumping faster. "Is Mr. Evers penis getting hard because of me?" she asked herself. 

Almost imperceptibly, but exactly as Meg had taught her, she moved her hand slightly higher until her finger grazed the protrusion in his pants. Her hand began to shake and she questioned her action; not sure if she had done something wrong, but certain that the thrill of touching him was worth the possible reprimand she might receive. 

Robert felt the slightest touch of her finger. His penis grew stiffer and pulsed, seemingly jumping toward her finger.

Heather's mouth was suddenly very dry. Her heart was now pounding in her chest as she lifted the little finger and gently rubbed it across the covered head of Robert's penis. Robert didn't flinch a bit as his wife walked back into the room, bringing two fresh martinis with her and startling Heather and causing her to pull her hand away and stand up abruptly. 

She saw Heather pull her finger away from the protrusion down Robert's pants. "Heather, I know you're curious about sex. We spoke about this earlier when I was teaching you how to flirt. However, there is a time and a place. Now is not the time to practice what you've learned today," she said to her before turning to Robert. "Here you go, darling; a fresh martini for you." 

"I.....uhmm....ahhh...I'm sorry, Mrs. Evers," she said dejectedly; sorry she had not acted properly or possibly only sorry she was caught.

"Don't apologize to me, young lady. Apologize to Robert. This is his home; his castle and you must learn to follow his rules," Meg replied. 

Heather turned to Mr. Evers, assumed a demure posture, lowered her chin to her chest and uttered her apology in a whisper. "Please forgive my indiscretion, Mr. Evers. It won't happen again."

Robert explained to her that it was not proper for a young woman to make the first advance. "If a man has an interest he will give you an indication. Until that happens, you can flirt and tease him, but you must remain a lady at all times." He went on to let her know that he wasn't angry with her. "You are very young and unfortunately you haven't had the benefit of proper instruction. That's the very reason Meg and I are making this commitment to you. Meg feels strongly that you need her instruction and I agree with her one hundred percent."

"Yes sir, Mr. Evers," she replied, still holding her head down.

Then he said, "Heather, I think you should go. I'm not angry. But, your actions were that of a precocious schoolgirl and I will not tolerate it." 

When he saw the look of dejection on Heather's face, he softened his tone and said, "It's late. We have a dinner to attend. Meg will continue with your instruction tomorrow."

After Heather left, Robert and Meg drove to a dinner at the law school. On the way, they discussed their commitment to Heather. Robert questioned her progress over the last year. Meg defended her. "She's still immature in so many ways, Robert. Part of it is because she feels so comfortable being with us. She lets all of her defenses down when she is in our home. She knows we accept her as the vulnerable young lady she enjoys being."

"Like when she sleeps over and we tuck her in at night and she calls us Mom and Dad?" He mused.

"Exactly! We're her security blanket. She trusts us completely and when the three of us are in an intimate moment she just wants to be our little girl," Meg answered.

"I have to admit, it's nice to hear those words of affection," he replied and smiled at his wife.

"I love hearing her call me Mom," Meg admitted. "She's the daughter I never had. It's amazing that after years and years of watching her run around the neighborhood; barely able to tell if she was a girl or a boy; she's turning into a beautiful young woman. Robert, I have faith in her." 

"You're right, Meg. She needs our help and our love. And, she deserves both," he said and chuckled. "She was so cute this afternoon; acting nonchalant as she moved her fingers up my leg and onto my erection." He chuckled again. "Did she think I wouldn't notice?"

Meg reached across the console and squeezed her husband's hand as she laughed with him and after several minutes she replied in a more serious tone. "We need to teach her the proper ways of sex before she picks up bad habits from all of those horny young boys." 


Shaping a Proper Young Lady Ch. 01



Robert nodded his head in agreement.

Late the next afternoon, Heather greeted him as he arrived home. "Welcome home, Robert," she said acting as if she were a mature woman. But, instantly lost her confidence. "I mean....er, Mr. Evers....Oh, gosh! Mom, I blew it!" she shouted towards the kitchen. "I'm such a silly little girl," she said, disappointed in her performance.

Meg had prepped Heather all afternoon in the art of greeting her husband as he arrives home from a hard day at work. "That's okay, Heather," she said encouragingly. "You did just fine!" 

Robert agreed and suggested she continue to pretend she was his wife; as "practice makes perfect". Meg gave her some reassuring words and handed her a martini, instructing her to practice flirting with Robert, "Just the way we practiced." Heather, still in her school uniform, pranced about the room, swinging her hips and trying her best to act like a mature woman; but unable to pull it off.

"Mmm, this is good!" she said as she took a healthy sip of her drink. 

"Come to me," Robert instructed her; and without hesitation she walked to his side. "Meg, help our young pupil, please." 

Meg went over everything again, showing the proper way to hold the drink up to her mouth and look over the top of the glass as she flirted. "Yes, perfect!" she said as Heather pulled it off. "Now, say the lines we rehearsed."

Heather repeated her flirtatious lines with a great deal more polish than before, earning a hug from both Robert and Meg. A huge smile curled onto her face as Robert signaled his approval by patting her on the butt while he hugged her. Heather always tried to so hard to gain his approval and when it came in the form of a little spank on her butt, she swooned.

As time went by, everything fell into a pattern. The lessons continued each weekday after and sometimes into the early evening. The Evers enjoyed having a teenager in their home; so full of youthful energy. The sound of her voice drifting through the big house had become a very welcome part of their world and they found themselves missing her when she left.

Six months ago, on her eighteenth birthday, she had asked her father's approval to stay over on a few nights. To tell the truth; It didn't take much convincing, as he was glad to relinquish his responsibilities and once a week turned into twice a week; and twice a week turned into all weekend and more.

The Evers prepared a spare bedroom for Heather so she could spend the night on some weeknights too. They decorated her room with lots of pink and Meg took her shopping to pick out other items; a stereo, a desk for doing her homework and a computer. Heather brought over some things like stuffed animals and decorative pillows. Sure, it was full of pinks and light blues and probably suited a girl younger than Heather. But, Heather didn't mind. She loved that the Evers occasionally thought of her as their little girl and a part of her didn't want that to ever change. At the time, she was still finishing her senior year of high school. Sleeping over worked out for the best. It accelerated her development, because with Heather around so much she was able to observe Meg modeling how a sophisticated woman should present herself. There's a saying that goes something like this; a woman reveals her true self when she isn't aware she is being watched. 

That saying certainly applied itself to this situation. Meg was always true to herself, modeling the qualities that Robert often described as "The perfect feminine". She was kind, loyal, nurturing, humble, confident, submissive and sexual. Heather observed these qualities in Meg and, like a sponge, soaked them up even when Meg wasn't aware she was being watched. 

Meg even purchased a few new school uniforms for Heather so she would have spares when she stayed over on weeknights. They were all school-approved tartan skirts and white button up blouses. Heather gushed over them! Somehow, the act of Meg buying her clothes gave Heather a great deal of joy; as if she was truly valued. 

When Meg handed them to her, she rushed upstairs and hung them very neatly in her closet. "There!" she said excitedly. "Now I have clothes in my closet. Can I bring more of my stuff over?" she asked as she sat down on the edge of her bed. 

"Sure, honey. This is your room. Bring over anything you like," Meg replied and received a big hug from her young pupil. The next time she spent the night she brought over some pajamas and very soon after, Meg took her shopping for panties and a see-thru teddy which immediately became her favorite. In so many ways, Heather was becoming the child they had never had. 

Meg emphasized one new skill or knowledge set each week and Heather soaked up her instruction like a sponge; learning so much from her mentor. "You've made me so proud of you, Heather," Meg told her one day as she walked into Heather's bedroom. She sat down on the bed with her and began a review of the day's instructions and waited for Robert to arrive home. 

"Thank you, Mrs. Evers. And might I say how attractive you are today in your business suit and button up blouse," Heather replied. Meg always dressed exquisitely and today was no exception. She wore a blue Chanel suit; the jacket covering a see-thru blouse with buttons undone far enough to expose her cleavage and the decorative hook between the cups of her bra. Her ensemble was finished with stockings and heels.

"That's very nice of you to say, Sweety. It's a lot like the uniform you wear, Heather. The only difference is that it's more formal and suited to the business world."

Heather giggled. "That's what I think too, Mom." She was still wearing her school uniform.

"Mom," she said with a sudden dejected tone.

"Yes," Meg replied, sensing Heather had something important to say. Heather sat up, looked at Meg guiltily and announced out of the blue: "I should be punished."

Concerned with why she felt this way, Meg asked her why.

She replied: "I've been a naughty girl." With her head hanging down she reached under her pillow and held out a book of erotic literature from the Evers collection. "I've been looking at this and touching myself", she said, looking shyly down at her lap instead of into Meg's eyes.

Meg took the book from her, gave it a cursory glance, followed by a stern look at Heather. She handed it back with the words: "Look at me young lady. I know you're eighteen and it's very normal for a young lady your age to be interested in sex. But, you know the rules. You're not allowed to touch yourself unless you talk with us about it first."

"Yes, ma'am....I know the rule," she replied.

"Show me what you've been doing," Meg demanded.

Heather laid back onto the bed with her head on her pillow. She held the book in front of her with both hands, pulled her knees up and then spread them wide enough that her skirt fell down to her legs, bunching at her waist to reveal a pair of white cotton panties with a reinforced gusset covering her young pussy. The gusset was dark from being wet and conforming to her swollen labia. 

"Heather, your panties are soaking wet," Meg said sternly with her arms crossed in front of her. "How did this happen?"

"I was looking at the drawings. Before I knew it, I was all tingly between my legs. Then, I did this," Heather said innocently as she let go of the book with one hand and pushed it into her panties. As Heather's hand disappeared she parted her legs further. Meg could see the protrusions of the white fabric as Heather's fingers moved onto her pussy. 

For a moment, she watched Heather rubbing her clitoris and moving in and out of her pussy. 

"I see. And, this was done without mine or Robert's permission, wasn't it Heather?" she asked sternly.

"Yes, ma'am," she replied sheepishly and pulled her hand from underneath her panties. "I'm so sorry, Mrs. Evers....I.....I," she couldn't get out the words and with tears rolling down her cheeks she sat up and began gulping in sharp gasps of breath between her sobs. She really felt bad for breaking the rules.

There would be plenty of time for punishment when Robert came home. But, for now, Meg knew what Heather needed. "Now now," Meg said gently as she took off her jacket, pulled her in and held her tight; comforting her like the mother Heather had never had. "You're such a precocious young lady," she added tenderly as she pulled her head to her breasts and ran her fingers through her hair. "Don't cry....sshhh," she said. Heather had grown up without a mother and even though she was eighteen, when Meg pulled her into her bosom a feeling that everything would be alright came over her. Heather's tender young lips snuggled into Meg's cleavage, only inches away from the nipples she longed to suckle. Heather was still emotional and feeling vulnerable; and it was during times like these that she wanted to be mommy's little girl. "Hold me, mom," she cooed softly as her tears dripped down Meg's bosom.

She continued to gently sob, occasionally rubbing her eyes with her hand and pushed her face deeper into Meg's cleavage, wetting her mentor's chest with her tears; and biting, nudging and gently pulling the lacy fabric of Meg's bra down so she might have a chance at her nipples. 

Meg enjoyed the feel of the soft flesh of Heather's face against her breast. She had never had a daughter to suckle her and it all felt very natural. Within a few moments Heather had managed to expose Meg's areole above her nipple. Just a little bit more to go, she thought and when she rubbed her eyes she placed her hand onto Meg's bra, squeezing gently and hoping to be able to free her nipple from her bra.

"Now now," Meg chanted softly and felt the stirrings of lust in her groin as her young protégé moved her hand inside her bra and rested on her hard nipple; cautiously rubbing and pulling it between her finger and thumb. "There, there, Heather. Don't cry, honey."

When Heather didn't encounter any resistance she pushed further; sliding her slender hand deep into Meg's bra and pulling her tit free. She quickly snuggled her mouth onto its nipple and suckled like a hungry little kitten as Meg continued to run her hand through her hair and console her. 

Heather looked up, Meg's nipple still firmly in her mouth, and met Meg's eyes. She received an approving look before pushing her face back into the soft full breast. She felt so much better now.

After several minutes of sucking, Meg pulled away. "There now," she said. Heather was calm now. But, she didn't want to stop and only reluctantly released Meg's nipple with a little squeak. "All better?" Meg added as she pulled a long strand of hair from Heather's face. Heather sniffled and replied, "Yes Mrs. Evers. That was wonderful. Do we have to tell Mr. Evers?"

"Tell me what?" Robert asked as he appeared in the doorway. 

"We had a little situation, Robert," Meg answered and began explaining what Heather had done. Heather sat quietly listening to her mentor's description of her behavior, not interrupting.

"Well, what have you to say for yourself, young lady?" Robert asked.

"I....uhmm....I've been naughty," she responded demurely.

"Yes, you have. Very naughty, and although I don't enjoy it you have to be punished."

"Yes, sir." she said with her head down and her shoulders slumped. "Am I going to get a spanking?"

"You have a choice, Heather. You can accept a spanking and apologize for breaking our rules. Or, you can pack your things and take them back to your father's house. It's up to you, young lady."

In Heather's mind, there was no decision to make. "Your.....your my Mom and Dad now. I don't want to leave."

"Then roll over on your tummy and pull your panties down."

"Yes, sir," she replied.

"No shoes on the bed," He reminded her and without hesitation she slipped them off her feet. Robert looked toward Meg and they smiled; both of them fighting hard to hold back a warm chuckle at the situation. Heather was too cute and innocent to be spanked hard. Robert only intended to make an impression on her.

He unclasped his belt and as he pulled it through his belt straps it made a ripping sound that frightened Heather and made her shudder as she lay face down on her bed with her tartan skirt above her waist and her panties pulled down. 

Heather's body was already responding. At eighteen, she was still a virgin and no one, not even her father, had seen her pussy since she had reached puberty and now it was exposed to the two people she most respected and loved. They were also the two she wanted to see her sex; with her labia swollen and wet. She had dreamed of being exposed to them like this and hoped they liked seeing her buttocks and pussy.

Heather laid still with her eyes closed tight and nervously awaited her spanking.

Robert looped the belt through the buckle and pulled on both ends, creating a loud snap that once again caused Heather to shudder as she wiggled her cute behind, inviting the first lash to slap against it. 

"Ohhh, Mr. Evers! I hope it doesn't hurt bad," she squealed.

Robert didn't spank her hard. Instead, he only spanked hard enough to create a loud noise when the belt popped her bottom. The suddenness of the sound, along with the sting on her tender bottom had its desired effect. It frightened Heather, causing her to cry, while exciting her at the same time. After only two spanks, her bottom was hot and red and her pussy was sopping wet. 

"Oh, Mr. Evers! That hurts so much!" she cried out as though it was expected of her.

"Now, now, Heather. Don't you worry," Meg whispered and ran her hand through Heather's blonde hair. 

"Mom, it stings my bottom," she cried out.

Meg and Robert exchanged approving looks, proud of their young Heather and thankful that in such an important moment she had trusted them. 

Robert gave her three more swats, each lighter than the one it followed. When he was done he joined Meg in gently rubbing their hands across the swells of her bottom. Heather sobbed and her chest heaved as they caressed the stinging sensation out of her tender buttocks.

She starting feeling better and her sobs quieted very quickly. Heather's pussy was still tingling and wet when Robert pushed his hand between her legs and caressed her pussy. 

"That's it, Heather. No more tears," he said as the last of her sobs ended and her chest stopped heaving. They were replaced with soft moans of pleasure as Robert comforted her. 

"I'll be good from now on, Mr. Evers. I won't break the rules," she promised and gently pushed against his fingers.

"We know you will, honey," Meg responded. "And we promise to begin your sex education next week. We shouldn't have waited so long."

"Oh, Mrs. Evers. Thanks so much! I guess I just really wanna know all about everything!" she responded as a smile curled across her face. She closed her eyes to enjoy Robert's massage and asked, "Can I sleep over tonight?"

Meg looked at Robert for approval and then told her yes. "As long as you call and get permission," she said. 

The Evers knew it had been an emotional afternoon for her so they cancelled their evening's plans and stayed home for a family night together, playing games and having a light dinner, watching their favorite show on television and chatting about nothing in particular before retiring to bed.

At bedtime, Robert and Meg tucked Heather in. Each gave her a kiss on the cheek and told her they loved her. "I love you too," she replied.

The Evers enjoyed sleeping naked and tonight, with both feeling very amorous, it wasn't long before they began making love. Meg stroked Robert's cock until it was erect; a full ten inches with a substantial girth. She often smiled to herself when they made love; proud of her husband's big cock and confident his was much larger than most of her girlfriend's husbands. 

Meg was especially horny tonight and she wasted no time getting on top so she could gyrate her hips on his staff while he massaged her tits. It was her favorite position and Meg let out several long moans as Robert squeezed her tits, tweaked and pulled on her nipples and thrust his hips upward. 

He looked over her body as she rode his cock and marveled at her beautiful features; her perfectly shaped face and complexion, her dark hair so full of luster, her thin waist and tits that seemed too large for her slender frame with small hard nipples centered on areolas the size of quarters. He was very proud of his exquisitely feminine wife and he never failed to enjoy fucking her.

They both heard a soft knock at the door. It could only be Heather. Meg stopped her undulating hips and sat quietly on her husband's fat cock as she spoke, "Yes, Heather?"

"Mrs. Evers, I couldn't sleep. Can I sleep in your bed tonight?" she asked.

Meg let a gush of air escape her lips as her body went limp and she gave Robert one of those, "What do we do?" looks. Part of her wanted to say no. They had never let her in their bed before. But they both knew how traumatic the day had been for Heather. Robert gave his wife a playful spank as she pulled of his cock. "Come on in, Heather," he answered.

Heather came through the door dressed in her favorite sleepwear; the teddy Meg had bought her months ago. It was a completely transparent black teddy with little lace hearts spaced wide apart that she fell in love with the moment Meg gave it to her. 

Against her better judgment Meg had purchased Heather the teddy, thinking she needed at least one piece of sexy lingerie in her panty drawer. The teddy was held up with thin shoulder straps and hung loosely off her breasts, which showed clearly through the thin transparent silk and the curves of her hips were accented by the decorative hem of the teddy as it gently bounced against her body.

Heather didn't need to be told twice and she hurried across the room. Her firm young breasts jiggled and bounced when she jumped onto the bed, smiling and giggling! She sat with her legs pulled under her, smiling until Robert pulled the comforter back, inviting her in. 

"Here, you can sleep between us," Meg told her, chuckling at Heather's exuberance!

"Oh, you and Mr. Evers aren't wearing any jammies!" she exclaimed and made her way in between them. The three of them spooned together under the comforter and Heather snuggled her breasts against Meg's back and wiggled her behind on Robert's still very hard cock. 

"Mr. Evers.....Mrs. Evers," she said.

"Yes, dear?" Meg responded.

"This feels so yummy!" she said delightedly.

Meg and Robert chuckled to themselves as Meg replied. "It feels yummy to us too, Heather. Now, let's get some sleep."

Heather had never before felt a cock against her body, let alone an erection the size of Robert's. She squirmed her behind until it nestled between her cheeks, rubbing against her panties. 

She knew it was time to sleep but instead of getting sleepy, she started feeling a tingling between her legs like she had earlier that day when she was reading the erotic book she had taken from Robert's office. With his cock between her buttocks she nudged her face into the back of Meg's neck and gently nibbled on the tender flesh beneath her ear. 

Meg made no attempt to stop her, feeling it was a natural expression of their closeness. 

Heather reached her arm over Meg's side, resting her hand passively on her breast with her fingers on her nipple. "Mom is this okay?" she asked innocently.

Meg enjoyed her innocent attention and the almost imperceptible way she tweaked her nipples. "It's just fine, dear. Now try to sleep."

"Okay," she replied.

Robert was still worked up from their lovemaking and with Heather's bottom against his cock he was having difficulty falling asleep. He draped his arm over her and rested his hand on his wife's hip, gently pulling her towards Heather. Meg complied by scooting her hips into Heather's crotch as his cock throbbed against her bottom.




Shaping a Proper Young Lady Ch. 01



"Mr. Evers?" Heather said.

"Yes, Heather?" 

"Your ahh...your thingy is really warm," she said.

Robert explained that when a man's penis is engorged with blood it often feels warm to the touch.

"Oh, okay. Well, it really feels yummy; all warm like that," she replied.

Meg almost couldn't contain her giggle. But, she did; not wanting to embarrass Heather and she placed her hand on Robert's, giving him a knowing squeeze as she waited for the next question that would inevitably follow.

"Mr. Evers?" The question came after only a few moments of silence.

"Yes, Heather," he replied.

"Is your penis like that every night?"

"No, not every night," Robert replied and explained how a man's penis only gets hard when it is stimulated and that when she knocked on the door he and Meg were having sex.

"Oh, okay," she said and without thinking she began nervously pulling on Meg's nipple and wiggling against Robert's cock.

"Mrs. Evers?"

"Yes, dear?" Meg answered, wondering what on earth she was going to ask next!

"Was Daddy's penis hot when it was inside your vagina?"

Meg answered, "Yes it was" 

"I've never had a penis in my vagina, Mrs. Evers."

"Yes, I know that, Sweety," Meg answered.

Meg explained how it felt inside her and how it filled up her vagina. She told Heather how it moves in and out of her vagina and is very hot and that her vagina gets hot too and it feels good. She added that afterwards, it gets soft and cool again; and then they both get sleepy and hold each other until morning.

Heather took some time to digest what Meg had told her and after a few moments she spoke again. "Mr. Evers, can you put your penis inside my vagina?"

Robert kept his cool; reminding Heather that although she was eighteen, "You're still a virgin and my cock would probably not fit inside of you very well." He added that she was young and inexperienced and that it is probably best if she just tried to go to sleep.

"But, I'm not sleepy and I thought if you would put your penis inside me it would feel really good and then I would be able to go to sleep."

Robert's cock was still throbbing against Heather's ass when Meg spoke up. "Darling, just put the head into her opening so she can feel what it's like. She's so curious and it's natural for her to want it."

Robert agreed and told Heather to pull her panties off.

"Oh, goody!" she said and quickly slid them down her legs. She then resumed her position, spooning between Meg and Robert, and nervously waiting for him. Knowing how nervous she was, Robert took his time and let his cock lay in the crack of her ass while she pushed against it and wiggled. 

She impatiently began scooting her hips up his belly to get to the tip, but he would have none of it. "Calm down, Heather, I know it's your first time." he said. 

"Yes, Mr. Evers. I'm just so excited," she replied.

Meg turned onto her side, facing them, and ran her fingers through Heather's hair. "You're so precious, Heather. This is all so new to you. You'll be fine," she told her.

Her virgin body trembled as Robert lifted her leg onto his hip, creating a nice gap between her legs. He grabbed his big cock and ran it down the cleft between her cheeks, pausing only to tickle her anus with the head. Heather squeezed her glutes together as it poked at her anus. Robert pushed it down the soft flesh on the pussy side of Heather's tight sphincter and found her wet slit. 

Heather's body quivered as Robert's cockhead spread apart her lips, pushed across her wet hole and then onto her clitty; allowing her pussy lips to close behind it. "Ooohhh, that feels so good," she moaned.

Meg ran her index finger down Heather's face and into her willing mouth. "Eighteen years old and still a virgin. You've been wanting this for a long time haven't you," she told her seductively as Heather sucked her finger.

"Uh-huh," Heather responded. After Meg pulled her finger away from Heather's lips she added, "I don't care how old I get. I always want to be just like this."

Robert centered his cockhead on her opening, spread her lips apart with it, and pushed it in until the helmet disappeared.

"Mmmmmm! Oh, Mr. Evers," she moaned. Heather's entire body reacted. She began undulating her hips, kneading Meg's breasts and rubbing her nipples against Meg while she nibbled nervously on her neck. 

"Oh, Mrs. Evers," she said. "His cock feels so yummy!"

"Yes, it does Heather," she replied, pulled her golden hair from her face and watched as her expression revealed her arousal. 

Upon feeling the wet, velvety skin Robert moved his penis another two inches inside her virgin pussy and let the head sit inside her; throbbing while it stretched her open

She buried her face against Meg's neck, opened her mouth open and gasped.

Heather's face was still expressing her lust for her very first cock as Meg reached across her and kissed Robert passionately. As her lips found her husband's, her breasts rubbed across Heather's soft shoulder and her nipples found their way into her young Heather's willing mouth.

Heather began whimpering as she sucked Meg's nipple. Her hand reached between her legs and curled around the base of Robert's cock and her hips squirmed as she tried unsuccessfully to get more of him inside her vagina. She opened her mouth, and with Meg's nipple still inside she murmured, "Fuck me......Please fuck me," before once again suckling Meg's teat.

Robert let his cock twitch and pulse inside her. He grabbed Heather's wrist and placed her hand between Meg's legs. Meg spread her legs apart as Heather pushed her finger into Meg's pussy. Heather played with Meg's pussy the way she played with her own, tickling her clitoris and plunging her fingers in and out.

"Mrs. Evers, your vagina is wet like mine," she said.

"Yes, it is Heather. Mmmmmm, yes it is," Meg answered and squirmed on Heather's hand. Both women were sharing moans of pleasure as they played with each other and Robert played with them both; squeezing their boobs and caressing their bodies. He still refused to push his cock any further into Heather's pussy. But, he tweaked her nipples with his fingers and kneaded her soft virgin orbs as he kissed Meg.

"Mom, are you getting all excited like me?" Heather said and moaned and moved her pussy up and down on the two inches of cock inside her.

"Mmmmm! Yes!" Meg replied.

"Ooohhh! It feels soooo good....Mom?"

"What is it, dear?"

"Can I put my mouth on your vagina?" she asked, breaking up her words with moans and whimpers, still trying to squirm further onto Robert's cock.

"I haven't taught you how to pleasure a woman yet, Heather," Meg replied.

As Meg spoke, Robert pushed another inch into her wet pussy.

"Ooohhh, Dad," she said, responding to his thrust. "I want to try. Please?" she asked.

Robert held Heather down with his strong arms so his cock wouldn't slip out and in one swift motion he rolled onto his knees and placed one on each side of her. He lifted her right leg and pulled it across his chest, rolled her onto her back, and placed her legs over his thighs as he sat on his haunches and slowly moved his shaft in and out; but only as far as he was before; three inches. "You need to be taught properly, Heather," he said. "Meg will give you instruction."

"Yes, sir. Mmmm, yes!" she replied, still moaning to the feel of being completely under his control. 

Meg lifted up, threw one leg over Heather and centered herself above her face, her knees on each side, facing her husband, and kissed him before focusing on her pupil. 

"Are you ready to begin, Heather?" she asked.

"Yes, ma'am," she replied eagerly.

Meg set her hips down gently until her pussy was an inch above Heather's lips. "First, smell me by taking in a long, slow breath."

Heather pushed the tip of her nose between Meg's labia and pulled air into her nostrils. "Mmmm, you smell musky and sweet at the same time," she replied.

"Thank you, Sweety. I smell sweet because I clean myself with scented douche each night before Robert and I make love. Now, put your tongue on the outer lips of my pussy," she told her. Heather stuck her tongue out and contacted the warm swollen labia. "Yes, just like that, dear," Meg told her.

"Mom, your vagina is hot, like Dad's penis."

"Yes, it is Heather. But, when you pleasure a woman you don't use the clinical term vagina. From now on I want you to call it a pussy. Can you say that word for me?"

"Pussy....Yes, I'll always call it a pussy," she stuttered.

"That's it, Heather," Meg replied. She walked her young Heather through the steps of eating pleasuring a woman; teaching her how to lick up the sides of her lips; then how to tickle her clit with her mouth and tongue and how to grasp her labia with her mouth and gently play with them.

Meg's cunt was sopping wet and dripping her juices all over her young pupil's face."Mom," Heather asked. "Do all mothers' pussies taste sweet like ice cream?"

Meg told her no, only ones that take very good care of themselves and practice proper hygiene. Then, she instructed Heather on how to plunge her tongue deep inside her cunt. 

"Are you ready, Heather?" she asked. After Heather said she was ready, Meg nestled her pussy onto her mouth and nose, pushing against her face and wiggling as Heather's tongue probed her cunt.

Robert felt Heather's pussy tightening on his fat cock and he pushed in another inch, further exciting her. His cock was almost halfway inside her now and he stoked it in and out, and thumbed her clitoris with the tip of his index finger as she tongued Meg. 

Meg kept herself on top of Heather as she pulled and caressed her orbs; only lifting up occasionally to let her gulp air for short periods before setting back down. The lack of oxygen was causing Heather's mind to spin and she was losing herself in the lust of the moment as Robert slowly plunged his cock all the way inside her.

She let out a slow guttural moan as his staff reached the back of her cunt. "Mmmmmmm," she moaned and gulped for air when Meg leaned forward to shove her tongue into Robert's mouth. With Heather no longer a virgin, Robert pushed harder and more rapidly; his balls slapping against her buttocks. This was far too much for Heather to take and she lost control of herself, moaning uncontrollably and bucking against him.

Meg and Heather began cumming at the same time; their bodies tightening with a wave pulsing through them. Meg tightened her legs around Heather's face, letting her orgasm race through her, but again cutting off Heather's air supply and told her to push her tongue in deep. It was difficult for Meg to hear her reply but it sounded like a muffled, "Yes, Ma'am."

Heather was full of Robert's cock and her hips were pushing back as hard as she could as he fucked her. She was close to blacking out. Her lungs burned and she desperately needed to breathe when Meg finally lifted up onto her knees. Heather gasped loudly and pulled air into her lungs, expanding her chest to its limit and then repeating it as her orgasm continued and her vision returned.

"Oh, Mr. Evers.....Mrs. Evers! Oh, yesssss!" she moaned and bucked on his cock until her orgasm faded. When Meg pulled off she saw Heather's pretty face covered with her cum juices and she reached down and gently kissed her on the mouth. 

"That was very nice, young lady," she told her. Heather's mind was still spinning when Robert pulled out. He mounted his wife, missionary style, and after a few pumps he shot his load into her, telling her he loved her afterward. Heather watched intently as he came and a quizzical look came over her face.

"Mr. Evers, what did your penis just do?" she asked.

"That's enough questions for now, Heather. Let's all get some sleep."

The three reassumed the spoon they had previously held, with Heather in the middle, backed into Robert's now flaccid, but still substantial cock. 

"Mom?"

"Yes, Heather?"

"I love you."

"I love you too, Heather," she said.

"Dad?"

"Yes, Heather?"

"I love you."

"I love you too," he responded.

"Mom, it worked just like you said, because now I'm feeling sleepy."

Meg and Robert said goodnight. Heather was already asleep. It had been a long, emotional day in the Evers household.



Shaping a Proper Young Lady Ch. 02



In this chapter, the Evers continue to shape Heather into a proper young lady. She eagerly accepts their instruction. Important character development takes place in Chapter 1, so be sure to read it first. Your comments are certainly welcome.

Note: This story is a rewriting of a previously published story titled, "The Evers Accept a Pupil". The previous version was pulled because the heroine's dialogue depicted her as too young. I've put a lot of effort into this rewrite and I hope you enjoy it. 

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"Mom?" Heather asked, looking up at Meg Evers who was standing over her shoulder providing instruction. It was close to four o'clock and the two were about halfway through their daily session. It was now more than two months into her summer break, but the classes continued each day, Monday through Friday, as Heather needed a great deal of work if she was to present herself as a proper young woman when she arrived at college in August.

"Yes, Heather?" Meg replied. It warmed her heart to be able to help Heather each day. Over the previous year they had bonded as if they were mother and daughter. 

Meg was thirty five and Robert a much older mid-forties husband. They were without children of their own so hearing the shouts and exclamations of an eighteen year old drift through the large rooms of their expansive home was music to their ears. And, the fact that she still occasionally struggled between pig-tails and high-heels didn't bother them in the least. 

As Meg waited for Heather to ask her question she thought of what Robert had said the night before when he had called her a "late bloomer" and added, "Here she is, less than a month before college, still shedding her young girl ways and becoming a woman." 

Meg knew he was right. But, she also knew that Heather had made great strides in the last few months. Sure, her naiveté was readily apparent to them both and it worried them. But, they felt she had turned the corner and they were more certain of her future as a proper young lady than ever before. 

Heather closed her book and a concerned look came onto her face as she spoke. "Mrs. Evers, I've learned so much from you. I mean...Like, this week I've learned all about how to present myself when I'm out on a date or attending a social event where men and women mix. But, when will I actually get to use everything you've taught me? When will I get to actually go on a date?" 

Then, she looked down at the table and clearly frustrated, she said, "I'm...I'm..just a stupid ugly teenager....I'll never be a sophisticated woman like you. No man will ever want me." 

"Nonsense," Meg replied, as she saw the tears welling up in Heather's eyes and put her arms around her, pulling her head into her chest and consoling her. Meg told her in no uncertain terms that she was quickly becoming a sophisticated young woman. "You have progressed so far, so fast," she told her as she rubbed her fingers through her thick blonde mane. "Don't be so hard on yourself, Heather."

Heather loved being embraced by Meg. She especially loved Meg pulling her tight against her bosom. Even more so when Meg wore a top like she was wearing today that didn't cover all of her breasts. Heather felt all warm inside when the soft skin of her face pushed against the warm cleavage of Meg's bosom, letting all of her anxiety flee her mind. Meg's big orbs felt so soft and inviting, and the valley between them was so deep that Heather could bury her face in it, rubbing her nose and lips back and forth between Meg's boobs. Her worries always went away as she nestled in, feeling the velvety soft flesh and smelling Meg's perfume.

Heather's tears trickled down Meg's breasts and into her bra as she gently rocked her. As Heather whimpered, she pulled her arms in close to her chest, placed each hand on the side of Meg's breasts and squeezed them against her cheeks. Her face was now buried Meg's orbs. She kept her face nestled against the swells of Meg's breasts for security as she turned her head to release her lips and asked, "Mom, what about......you know....what about...." 

"Yes, dear. What about what?" Meg replied, knowing it must be something that really bothered Heather because she was hesitant to open up and she only does that when she is feeling vulnerable and wants her reassurance.

"What about.....Ohhhh, never mind," Heather responded softly, but with a great deal of frustration and turned her head back into Meg's cleavage. Her nose and lips moved back and forth feeling the wetness of her tears on the side of each breast and she wished she could suckle Meg's nipple.

"Heather, talk to me. If you don't tell me the problem I won't be able to help." Meg could sense an embarrassment from Heather that was keeping her from telling her what was on her mind. "You can tell me anything, dear."

"I...I want to know about.....all about sex. Is that wrong?" she asked and once she uttered the words she felt relieved and started speaking much faster and with more excitement, and pulled her face away from Meg's chest and looked up at her as she continued. "Oh, Mom! Please? I really want to know! Oh, Please, Mom? Ever since that night you and Dad let me sleep in your bed and we weren't wearing any jammies....I don't know how to say it, but since that night I've felt all tingly and excited and the feeling won't go away," Heather's voice raised in pitch and speed as she stammered hurriedly. "And...and...and...Oh, goodness!"

"Heather....Heather, dear. Take a breath, honey," Meg instructed softly and lifted Heather's blonde curls away from her face, kissed her tears and looked into her eyes. "Relax now, and tell me all about it."

Heather began explaining and Meg chuckled to herself as she listened to her young Heather fight with her words. Heather often fell into the mindset of immaturity whenever she was unsure of herself or when she was thinking emotionally. This seemed to be one of those times and Meg thought of how much Heather was like herself when she was eighteen.

Her mind flew back to her own youth when her hormones drove her to flights of emotion and the kind of frustration Heather was now feeling. But, Meg had an advantage that wasn't available to Heather. When she was eighteen she had already been well schooled by her mother in all things sexual. Her mother had prepared her for the world outside the walls of their home and by the time she went away to university she had a complete grasp of the expectations of society. Heather was in a crash course, trying to catch up on what Meg's mother had spent years teaching.

Heather didn't know it but the Evers had already decided her sexual education would begin at the conclusion of this week's lessons on fashion, cosmetics, and appearance. They had purposely delayed it, going so far as to convince her father to keep her home from school during the week of sex ed classes. Their rule was abstinence...and that meant abstinence from sex ed until she was eighteen.

They wanted to give her sex education in the privacy of their home and only after she had completed her other studies; studies that had built one on top of the other over the several months leading up to this week. Last night, after tucking her into bed, they had discussed it. And, both agreed it was time.

Meg pulled a thin textbook from her attaché and placed it in front of Heather. 

At first, Heather looked quizzically at the book's cover. Once she figured out its subject matter she looked up at her mentor with a Cheshire cat grin. "Let's get started," Meg said and smiled back at Heather. They spent the next two hours pouring through the material with Meg instructing Heather on male and female anatomy and their intended use. Heather was mesmerized by it all. She was so innocent and naive and her mind filled up with questions as she went along. 

"Mrs. Evers, where does the sperm go after it comes out of the penis?" she asked with her nose twitched to the side and a questioning look on her face.

Meg pointed to the clinical picture showing an erect penis inside of a vagina as she answered. "It swims through the cervix and into the uterus."

"And....." Heather, still trying to figure it out, tilted her head and asked, "And does it stay there?"

"Yes, for as long as it can. You see, Heather....All the individual sperms want to find an egg to be with. But, there is usually only one available. So, they stay inside the uterus and swim about, looking for the egg."

"Oh," she replied with a hint of excitement in her voice, as if a light was coming on in her head.

The night the Evers had let her sleep in their bed kept drifting through her mind as she progressed through the lesson with Meg. By the end of the lesson she couldn't contain herself. "When you and Mr. Evers let me sleep with you, and Mr. Evers let me wiggle onto his penis... If he had left it inside me then his sperm would still be in me now?" 

Meg smiled at her innocence and rubbed her fingers through Heather's hair. "That's right, Dear. His sperm would have found one of your eggs. That's why he wouldn't let you keep wiggling on his penis. He wanted his sperm inside my pussy instead. Do you understand now?"

"Yes, ma'am," she replied. "Will Mr. Evers ever let me have his sperm?"

"Maybe one day," Meg answered gently and kissed her on the forehead.

"Now, you take your workbook upstairs to your room and take the test at the back." she told her. 

"Yes, ma'am," Heather answered and dutifully gathered her books and headed for her bedroom.

"Don't forget to do the drawings on your notepad!" She told her and watched as Heather scampered upstairs. "Let me know when you're done!" she yelled to her as she rounded the top of the staircase.

"I will Mom!" Heather yelled back excitedly and disappeared down the upstairs hallway. 

She spent the next hour finishing her test and carefully completing her drawings of male and female genitalia. First, she drew a vagina. As she drew, her thoughts returned to the night two weeks ago when the Evers had let her sleep with them and Meg had let her lick her pussy while Robert had his cock inside her. Her hand reached inside her panties and caressed her clitty as she drew a vagina from memory instead of using her textbook. She smiled with satisfaction when she finished, clicking the heels of her shoes together as she lay on her belly. 

Drawing the penis was a different matter. She pondered the drawing in the textbook. "That doesn't look right," she said to herself. After all, her only experience with a cock had been Robert. Yes, she had felt it with her fingers and she had climaxed while it was gently stroking in and out, stretching her pussy open wide. But, she had never seen it and she wondered if it looked anything like the example in her textbook. 

"Why is it bent and droopy like a banana? Mr. Evers's felt like it was straight as a ruler and just as long!" she whispered as she unconsciously fingered herself. By the time she was finished with the assignment her pussy lips were swollen, the crotch of her panties were wet, and she had almost brought herself to a climax by diddling with her clitty.

She was so engrossed in her work that she didn't hear Robert arrive home. He and Meg appeared in her doorway, quietly watching her finish her drawing. Heather looked up when she heard a sound, surprised because she never missed hearing the chime signaling the opening of the garage door, announcing his arrival home after work. 

Heather was disappointed she didn't get to greet him at the door like she always did; with a martini made just the way Meg had taught her. 

"Mr. Evers, you're home!" she said 

"Hello, young lady," Robert replied and gave her a kiss on the cheek. He was very proud of her and even more proud of the job Meg had done with her young protégé in such a short period of time. And, as Heather gave him a hug, he gave Meg an appreciative wink and smile, and squeezed her hand.

The Evers sat down with Heather and gave her some good news. They told her Meg had spent the previous day shopping for a sexy dress that Heather could wear tonight.

"Are we dressing up tonight for dinner?" she asked, thinking of how much fun it would be to wear a sexy dress around the house for Robert and Meg, but not understanding that it meant much more than a formal dinner at home.

Robert sensed she didn't quite understand, and explained further. "Yes, we're getting dressed up tonight. But, we're not staying home."

Heather's eyes opened wide as they let her know she was going out on her first date. It would be a date with Robert. He was taking her to a cocktail party and then a play. 

Heather was delighted! "Oh, Mrs. Evers! I can't believe it! A real date!" She gushed with delight before a worried look came over her face. "What if I forget my lessons?" she asked. "Mrs. Evers, you have to go with me! Oh, please? I want to go on a date with both of you."

Robert and Meg exchanged knowing looks before Robert asked her, "Heather, are you questioning our decision?"

His question was more of a command for her to know her place and she realized her indiscretion right away. "I'm....I'm sorry Mr. Evers," she said with an apologetic look. "I.....I didn't mean to...."

Meg broke in before she could finish her sentence, reminding her that this is Robert's house and it isn't her place to question his decisions. She ended her scolding of Heather on an upbeat note; assuring her that she had learned everything she needed to know in order to be prepared for tonight's date and that she would be just fine without her. "Think of this as a test," she told her and reminded her that she had never failed one. 

"Yes, ma'am." Heather replied and the excitement of her first date quickly returned as she asked, "Can I see my dress? Can I try it on now?"

"Well, you're leaving in an hour and a half so let's have some fun and get you ready for your date," Meg told her. 

"I'll catch up on some work in the office while you two ladies get ready," Robert said and left Meg and Heather to head back downstairs.

Meg ran a hot bath, setting perfumed oils and soaps beside the tub and brought up a bottle of merlot. Just yesterday she had instructed Heather on how to prepare her skin for a special evening and now Heather would be able to practice what she had learned. Meg poured them both a glass of wine and watched her ponder the selection of oils and soaps. Once her young pupil had made the correct choices, she praised her. "Very nice selection, Heather," she said. "Now, let's take our bath."

Heather nervously disrobed, mirroring each action to match Meg's; even sipping from her wine glass in unison with her. Meg praised her several more times, causing a big smile to cross Heather's face as she soaked in her mentor's praise.

They giggled together as only a mother and daughter can, as they balanced themselves with a hand on the edge of the tub and pointed their toes into the steaming water. They settled their bodies into the hot water and Meg had Heather turn around, "I'll scrub your back," she told her. 

Meg lathered up her hands with soap and began massaging Heather's shoulders and back with a soft cloth. Heather had never had a mother to bath her and the feel of Meg's soapy hands rubbing across her shoulders made her swoon; and her nipples constricted and her pussy tingled. "Mrs. Evers, that feels so good," she said.

"Thank you, Heather! My mother used to bathe me just like this. Now, let's get you all cleaned up for your date."

Meg reached around Heather's slender back and slid her hands onto her breasts, half hidden by the bubbly water. Heather let a sigh cross her lips, leaned back into Meg's bosom and relaxed the back of her head against her chest. 

"You're not a young girl anymore," Meg told her as her hands slid across her breasts and chest. She cupped Heather's melons and squeezed them firmly, as if testing them. Heather's areoles quickly constricted, pulling her puffy nipples tight as Meg caressed them with her fingers.

"I know, Mrs. Evers," she said, still speaking in a girlish tone.

"Your breasts are so full and plump; your nipples so sensitive. Heather, you've become quite a beautiful young woman," Meg said proudly with her cheek rubbing against her wet blonde hair. 

Heather smiled and nestled herself into Meg's chest, enjoying the feeling of Meg's soft boobs against her back and the embrace of her hips against the inside of Meg's legs.

Meg caressed Heather's nipples with her fingers as they talked and rubbed the scented oils and soaps into her breasts before sliding her hands deeper into the hot water. They moved down Heather's belly, up and down her hips and eventually her hands went between her legs, gently washing her pubic mound, inner thighs and between the folds of her pussy. 

Heather's feet mixed with Meg's and they took turns caressing their toes into the sensitive underside of their arches and rubbing their calves together in enticing sensuality. Heather moved her hips against Meg's crotch as she was massaged by her mentor, feeling Meg's pussy rub against the small of her back and she opened her legs as wide as the tub would allow so Meg could play with her.

The feeling of Meg's hands on her sex aroused Heather and she offered a soft moan, "Mmmmm" and reached between her own legs, intertwining her fingers with Meg's to help her wash. 

She felt her own juices mix with the hot water as she touched inside her labia and together with Meg she pulled her own wetness across her clitty, making it slippery to the touch; even if only for a moment before the water washed it away. Meg plunged two of her fingers into Heather's pussy and stroked them in and out; over and over again before settling back on her clitoris and rubbing it faster and harder than before.

After a few moments of Meg's attention her legs tightened. She suddenly gasped and caught her breath and her body shuddered in a quiet orgasm. "Oh, Mom.....Ohhhhh.....Mmmmm!" she moaned before relaxing back into Meg's arms.

"There! Clean as a whistle!" Meg announced and then offered some advice. "Heather, each time you prepare yourself for an evening on the town with a gentleman you should play with yourself until you climax. It will relax you so that you can focus on the evening."

"Thank you, Mrs. Evers. I won't forget. You're right; I feel so much more relaxed now!" she said before expressing a concern as she sat up so Meg could rinse her hair. "A big part of me wants to be all grown up....But, a little bitty part of me wants to stay your little girl so we can take baths together and stuff!" 

Meg opened the flow of warm water through the hand held sprayer, gently rinsing Heather's blonde hair as she answered. "Heather....we will always be like we are right now. When you're out in the world and troubles come your way don't ever forget that I'll be here for you....always!"

Heather turned around and hugged Meg. "I love you, Mom," she said.

"I love you to, Sweety!"

"Mom, can I wash you clean as a whistle?!"

"Not tonight, Sweety....We don't want you to be late!"

"Oookaaay," she said with a pout before trying to extract a promise. "Next time?" 

"Next, time...I promise!" Meg assured her.

Meg then had her sit on the edge of the tub while she instructed her on the proper way to shave her pubic hair. At Meg's insistence, Heather spread her legs open but couldn't help herself and let out a silly giggle when the razor touched her skin, before stopping herself when she didn't get a giggle back from Meg.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Evers. The razor feels funny and I wondered if it feels like that when Mr. Evers shaves each morning!"

Meg assured her that it probably doesn't feel anything like this when he shaves and she gently scolded her young pupil to pay close attention because the next time she would have to do it herself.




Shaping a Proper Young Lady Ch. 02



"Yes, ma'am," Heather responded, sensing Meg was losing patience with her. "I'm sorry."

Meg told her not to worry about it and then showed her how to sculpt her pubic hair into a shape that in her words created "a captivating atmosphere of refined sensuality. The purpose is to provide a beautiful visual appearance for your lover." she told her. 

"There!" Meg announced as she finished shaping Heather's wispy blonde pubic hair into a heart. "When your panties are on we'll be able to see this design through the front panel. Heather, you'll look so beautiful and sophisticated!"

"Oh, Mom! I can't wait to see! Can I try on my lingerie?" Heather gushed as she looked between her legs.

"Certainly, Heather. Towel yourself dry and let's get you dressed."

After Heather dried herself, Meg helped her into a matching pair of light cream-colored see-thru panties and thigh high stockings. She looked at herself in the bathroom mirror and smiled at her appearance and she was so proud of herself!

"No bra, Mom?" Heather asked.

"You're dress won't allow one, Heather. Besides, your breasts are so full and plump, you don't need a bra."

Meg was beaming with pride as she looked at Heather in the mirror. All of Heather's training was coming together. She had turned eighteen way back in January and since that time, her studies had focused on her future relationships with men.

The months of instruction and care, the months of one lesson building on the next; it was all bearing fruit and tonight would be the culmination of her efforts. There were more lessons to teach Heather and she would receive much more instruction. But, her finishing was nearing completion and Meg was more confident of Heather than she had ever been.

"Now, remember Heather. Young men are easily excited visually. They get aroused by just seeing a little bare skin. Believe me, even if all you're doing is letting your belly button show, that's enough to have them thinking of taking liberties with you." 

Heather clung to her every word.

"A mature man is different. He's seen many beautiful women and you must decorate yourself with a great amount of sophistication if you are to capture his attention. Intrigue and mystery is essential to keeping him interested. Each piece of your ensemble must be carefully thought out. Like the panties I chose for you; they decorate your hips and pussy so exquisitely. Heather, a woman that puts thought into her look, and keeps an air of mystery about her, will always be rewarded with a gentleman's attention."

Heather thought about everything Meg had said and commented on how the guys her age were always trying to get their hands into her pants. "They don't care what I'm wearing." she replied and reached for her high heels. They wouldn't know a high heel sandal from a tennis shoe."

They both giggled for a moment.

"I love these heels! Will Dad like them as much as he likes yours?" Heather asked as she slipped the strappy sandals onto her feet.

She wanted him to notice her grown up body. After all, he wouldn't want her to sleep in his bed with Meg if he still thought of her as a little girl, now would he? 

"Robert will love them, Heather! They make your legs look so long and tight. And, you look so sexually exciting in them. That reminds me; Your high heels should always be the last article of clothing to come off. If at all possible, leave them on while you and your lover are having sex. And, always point your toes when your lover is looking at your feet. It will make your legs look longer even if you aren't wearing heels."

"You're so smart, Mom."

"Thank you, Dear.....Now, let's show Robert your outfit!" Meg answered.

Robert was engrossed in his work when he heard a distinct "Knock knock!" at the large double door opening to his office, breaking his concentration and causing him to look up. He saw Meg in a slinky evening dress and heels, standing in a sexy S-shape pose; one hand on the door frame and another on her hip. She looked stunning! 

"What about meee?" Heather said, trying to be noticed. In fairness to Heather, Meg's beauty was unsurpassed by any other woman Robert had ever known. Heather was beautiful, to be sure; but, his wife had long ago stolen his heart and his deep admiration for her only worked to make her even more beautiful in his eyes.

He gave Meg a wink and focused his attention on their young Heather. "Look at you, Heather! Such a beautiful woman!" 

The look of apprehension on her face turned to joy and a huge smile revealed her excitement at pleasing him. "Do you really think so, Dad?"

"You look fabulous, young lady!" he replied. Robert asked her to do a couple of twirls for him and as she spun on her toes, almost stumbling, he took a full measure of her. 

She wore a deep brown silk halter dress. The halter clasped behind her neck. From there, it fell down her chest, leaving her shoulders bare. The thin silk fabric covered her breasts, but little else, as the wide neckline between the halters plunged down her cleavage to just above her navel. 

The inner swells of her breasts were exposed, showing off the dark shadow line created by the underside of her breast lying against her ribcage. Her abdomen was flat and femininely muscled. She would have to be careful when she bent forward. If she wasn't, her breasts would be completely exposed as the silk material of the halter fell open. 

The thin silk of each halter draped from her breasts and collected together in soft pleats along her lower ribcage. Below the pleats, the dress fit snugly around her waist and hips and formed a U-shape in the small of her back, just above her buttocks. From the small of her back the dress hugged her hips and bottom tightly enough to show the sculpture of each cheek, and the thin, muscular shape of her thighs before ending eight inches above her knees. 

"Perfect," he said approvingly. "Are you ready for tonight?"

"Oh, yes Dad! I can't wait!"

"It's Robert or Mr. Evers while we're on our date, Heather."

"Yes, sir....er, Robert," she answered.

Meg saw them out the door, giving Heather some final reminders and kissing each of them goodbye. Robert let her know they would be back before midnight, as they had planned. Off they went into a new world for Heather; a world of maturity she had never experienced. She was so tickled to be out with him, especially in such a sophisticated situation. He's the best dad in the world, she thought; and the best looking too and he made her feel so secure and special!

Heather was a good student and applied her lessons well throughout an evening of entertainment which included a formal cocktail party at the corporate office of one of Robert's clients, followed by a theatre production of a trendy play in the performing arts center. Heather loved being on Robert's arm and handled herself very well, receiving numerous compliments from him. 

But, the evening wasn't without it's learning moments. Several times, unawares to Heather, she gave men glimpses of her panties when she nervously crossed and uncrossed her legs. Too frequently, she allowed her dress to rise above the tops of her stockings. And, on a couple of occasions, when she naively positioned herself too close to a man, she had her bottom felt up. 

After having a man's hand brush across her bottom for the third time, she whispered to Robert, "Mr. Evers, is it normal at parties and theater for the men to squeeze my bottom every chance they get? Mrs. Evers never told me about it during our lessons." 

Robert explained that she should take it as a sign of affection, but not to allow it to be repeated. He also explained that she should not allow "just any man" to do it and that it doesn't hurt to give certain influential men a few liberties if it will benefit her down the road.

He also reminded her to use his first name. "You know the rules. Refer to me as Robert," he reminded her.

"I'm sorry, Mr......uhm, Robert." Heather didn't make that mistake the remainder of the evening and she was careful to not allow any more men to feel her bottom. But, she continued to show off more of her legs than what would be considered proper, innocently flashing her stocking tops. 

Inevitably, as the evening progressed she found herself losing confidence and letting the feeling came over her that everyone knew she was just a girl pretending to be a woman. But, each time she felt that way Robert would sense her uneasiness and come to her rescue; making her feel comfortable again and propping up her confidence.

By the end of the evening Heather felt very much at ease. She thrived on the way Robert treated her; like a lady, instead of an eighteen year old. And, she felt her girlish habits giving way to the lady she was treated as and by the time they arrived home she felt transformed. 

As he keyed the garage door, signaling their arrival to Meg, Heather asked him if she was to continue to call him Robert; even at home.

"Heather, your feelings and emotions shouldn't be constrained when you're home. Meg and I love you like the daughter we never had. But, you're a woman now and you make your own choices." He picked up her hand and kissed it. "In our home, call us what your heart wants to say."

Heather smiled a warm and loving smile as she waited for her date to open her door. "Dad?" she said as she stepped out of the car.

Robert smiled back, pleased to hear her call him Dad and answered, "Yes, Sweety."

"Do I get a kiss at the door?" she said and giggled.

"Very clever, young lady!" he said. "Very clever...."

Heather laughed and skipped her way through the garage and into the house through the door held open by Meg; waiting anxiously to hear all the details of the evening! Heather went on and on about everything that happened; all the fun she had at the cocktail party, including feeling a bit tipsy after having a martini and the interesting people she met there; the play at the arts center and all about how pretty the ladies were dressed! "Everything you said was exactly right!" she told her and added, "Mom, I want to be just like you!"

Meg hugged her and thanked her, but also reminded Heather that she only needed to be herself, as that is what every lady does! 

"Champagne, ladies?" Robert said as he held the bottle and three glasses. 

"Oh, goody!" Heather said gleefully!

"Wonderful idea, Robert!" Meg said and handed a glass of champagne to her young pupil.

Heather giggled when she tipped the glass to her lips, "The bubbles tickle my nose!" And, after they finished their first glass, Robert poured a second. Heather took a sip of the champagne and asked, "Mr. Evers.....uhmmm.....aahhh." she was having a hard time saying what was on her mind. "I ahhh...can I have...you know,"

"Can you have what, Heather?" he asked.

She blurted out her question in rapid fire as if stringing her words together quickly would make it easier to ask. "Can I have sex with you and Mrs. Evers tonight it's all I've thought about since the night you let me sleep in you and Mom's bed and I really liked it because it felt so yummy and I got really sleepy afterwards and I just wondered if you would let me again!" She sucked a large breath past her lips after finishing her ramble.

"Sweety," Meg answered. "We'll talk about it later. First, you have one more lesson before bedtime."

"I do?"

"Yes, dear. Your final lesson on male sexual anatomy. You've still got a great deal to learn about genitalia. We wanted to wait to see how you handled your date. It went so well that Robert feels you're ready to do a real-life exercise on what you learned this afternoon from your studies."

"You mean I get to practice? With.....with, Mr. Evers?" A grin began widening on her face as she pondered the situation before shouting, "Yippee!" and jumped up and down, almost spilling her champagne.

Robert and Meg smiled at her eagerness and led her into his office to begin the lesson. Robert sat on the edge of the desk with his feet on the floor and Meg and Heather standing in front of him. 

"Let's get you out of that dress, Sweety," Meg said and slipped the thin straps of Heather's dress from her slender shoulders and let the dress fall to the floor, piling up around her high heels before prompting Heather to step out of it. 

Heather was excited to have her dress off in front of Robert, especially since she wasn't wearing a bra and her panties were see-thru. Her areoles quickly constricted underneath the thin fabric of her dress, turning her nipples hard as little rocks. 

She wanted him to see her as a feminine and sexy young woman, instead of a silly eighteen year old, and now she stood before him in only panties, stockings and heels. She fidgeted nervously and her pussy moistened right away as he looked her up and down.

Her heart-shaped bush, formed so carefully by Meg after their bath was visible behind the front panel of her panties and she shyly fidgeted with her stockings and hoped Robert was aroused as she stood disrobed in his presence. 

"There now, we don't want to soil this lovely dress, young lady," Meg explained as she carefully draped it over a cushioned chair next to the desk before returning to her pupil.

Meg had Heather show off her ensemble for Robert and he commented on how enticing she looked in her panties, stockings and heels. He made sure to mention how beautiful and sophisticated her heart-shaped bush was beneath her panties. Heather glowed with the excitement of being the center of attention and stood nervously in front of him.

Meg asked Robert to remove his pants and briefs, which he did very casually; afterwards sitting back against the edge of the desk and spreading his legs slightly apart to highlight his flaccid cock and balls hanging between his legs. Heather lowered herself onto her haunches in front of him with Meg's hands on her shoulders.

"Heather?" Meg said to break her from the trance she seemed to be in as she stared wide-eyed at Robert's large hanging cock.

"Oh...uhmm, yes Mom?"

"You notice how limp Robert's penis currently is?" Heather responded yes and received an explanation from Meg that when a man's penis is limp it is in the pre-aroused state and is deemed to be "flaccid".

"Now, young lady....Do you notice how his scrotum is hanging down so low?"

"Yes, Mom." She answered much more quickly this time.

"I want you to place your fingers on the bottom of Robert's scrotum....Yes, like that. Very good!"

"Mom, it's really warm!" she said and looked up at Meg.

Meg continued with her instruction, telling Heather to delicately cup his testicles. "Do you feel Robert's testicles moving inside his scrotum?"

Her eyes opened wide with the feeling of discovery. "Oh, my goodness! I do, Mom! They're moving around all by themselves! They're really big!" she said excitedly.

Meg explained that a man's testicles move up and down based on the temperature of his crotch and his sexual arousal. She explained that Robert's testicles will pull up into his groin if the temperature around them is cold or if he is becoming sexually aroused. 

"Why do they want to move up now, Mom?"

Meg described how a man's testicles want to move themselves into a position where they are protected during sexual intercourse. "And that protected position is up tight into his groin behind his penis," she said. "Heather, do you notice how Robert's scrotum is also tightening?"

"Oh, yeah....That's so cool. Dad's scrotum is shrinking up and getting all tight and wrinkled!" Heather let her fingernails caress across the ridges of his ball sack as she expressed her amazement.

Meg then focused Heather's attention on Robert's now hardening cock. It was only half erect and pointing at Heather. "Sweetie, Robert's penis is now beginning to become erect. The state it is in now is called semi-flaccid or semi-erect. Do you see why?" she asked.

"Uhmmm...ahhh..." she scrunched her nose and thought hard to come up with the right answer and when she did, she spurted out her reply. "You mean Dad's penis is only half erect and when it's fully erect it'll be much bigger and pointing straight up? Wow!" 

Meg stood behind Heather with her hands on her shoulders, looking at Robert as they exchanged glances, enjoying Heather's unashamed enthusiasm.

"That's correct, Heather. Robert's penis will also get much harder as the blood flows into it and expands it, causing it to become fully erect. Now, Heather....I want you to put your fingers around Robert's penis." Heather did as she was told and wrapped her slender fingers around Robert's enlarging penis. "Okay, good. What do you feel, Sweety?"

"Let's see....Dad feels....it feels hot...and heavy too! And, it feels like...like a hard sponge. And, it's got little ridges on it."

"It sure does, Sweety! They're called ridged bands, Heather. They are there to stimulate the vagina and the penis too; because when the ridges rub against a woman's vagina they act as stimulators for the woman," Meg told her as Robert's cock continued to grow in her hand. 

It was almost fully erect now, and as Robert leaned against the desk, his cock stood above Heather's face, a full ten inches long and throbbing. Heather could feel the heat in her hands and quite naturally, and innocently, began slowly pumping him, exploring the big shaft, feeling the large veins running the length of it and rubbing the big bulbous head. 

She didn't even notice it; but, she licked her lips as she spoke. "Dad's penis feels so good!" she said as her panties were now soaked. She thought of how she wanted his penis to touch her own vagina.

Meg explained that Robert's penis was now ready for intercourse and "from now on we'll use the sexual term 'cock' instead of penis."

"This is how it was the other night when Dad let me put it in my vagina!" she said excitedly.

"That's exactly right, Heather," she told her. "Robert's cock, was erect like this and ready for sex. That's why you could wiggle onto it so easily. 

"Oooh! It was really hard and hot like now. That was so nice!" Heather said, making the Evers smile.

"Our Dad's cock always feels good inside our pussies, Heather. Like you, I was eighteen the first time my mother and father let me sleep in their bed. I can hardly describe how wonderful it felt that night when he put his cock in me. It was almost as large as Robert's."

"Mom, I just want you to know how special it makes me feel that you are doing this for me," Heather said.

"You're worth it, Heather. You're the same age as I was when this lesson was given to me. Robert and I both feel privileged to be able to teach you," she replied.

Meg asked her if she had any questions and Heather asked about "the big helmet on the end." Meg explained it was called a frenulum, and that during sexual intercourse the frenulum receives intense pleasurable stimulation from rubbing against the woman's vagina.

"Mr. Evers?"

"Yes, Heather."

"I can still remember feeling Dad's frenulum in my vagina from two weeks ago," she said. "Can I see what it feels like inside my mouth?"

Robert told her yes and to be patient because Meg is almost to that point in the lesson.

"Yes, sir. I won't jump ahead," she replied and she kept her hand moving up and down on his cock and twisted her lips and nose and asked what the sperm looks like.

"We're going to let you see the sperm come out of Robert's cock, Heather."

"Oh, good!" she answered.

"Now, in order to do that we have to stimulate it," Meg said and described the three ways a woman can stimulate a man; "With your hand, your pussy or your mouth. Tonight, you're going to learn how to stimulate it with your mouth, Heather."

"Do I just lick up and down and put it in my mouth?" Heather said. 

Meg told her "No, Heather. It's not that simple. Orally stimulating a cock is an art form. Just as expressive dance or painting is art; so is oral sex."




Shaping a Proper Young Lady Ch. 02



"You've taught me painting and dance and piano. I can't wait for this!" Heather replied and began receiving instruction on the proper way to pleasure a man with her mouth. 

"It will take a lot of practice and experimentation on your part, Heather. What we'll cover here can only be considered a basic lesson. First, pucker your lips like you are giving it a kiss....Yes, just like that. Then, put your lips on the head so that you cover up Robert's cock hole." 

Heather placed her puckered lips on his head and as she slid them over his cockhead they pushed apart and covered it. She sucked, pulling her cheeks together like she was suckling on Meg's nipple. 

Meg and Robert exchanged smiles as their inexperienced Heather struggled with her very first blowjob lesson. "Now, take another inch of Robert's cock into your mouth, Heather. There you go!" she praised her.

Heather was entranced by everything that was happening and her arousal was taking over her thoughts. 

Robert and Meg were impressed with her enthusiasm. "Heather, you're working so hard to do it right, aren't you?" Meg asked.

"Unh-huh," she muttered.

"You're doing great. Just relax and let your arousal begin to guide your mouth," Robert added as he pulled a loose strand of hair from her face.

Heather tried to say "thank you, Dad" with her mouth full of cock but the sound came out muffled. 

Meg let Heather freelance for a few minutes and watched her progress. She was unsophisticated, but enthusiastic. Robert motioned to Meg that he was close to being ready to cum.

She had no desire to release Robert's staff from her mouth. But, Meg instructed her to pull her mouth away and she did it, albeit reluctantly and with a whimper, and listened for her next instruction. 

Meg got on her knees next to her and lifted Robert's sac with her fingers. "I'll do this one, Heather; and, you do the other. Just mirror everything I do."

"Are you ready?" Meg asked, offering one of his chestnut sized balls to her. 

Heather nodded and whispered in a low throaty tone, "Yes, ma'am." She watched as Meg slid her tongue over the ridged skin while she held his cock against his belly. Heather took her cue from Meg and nibbled his soft skin between her lips. His balls were really drawing tighter now and Heather had to hold his ball in her mouth with the same suction she used on his cock.

She pulled away for a moment. "Dad tastes so good," she said. "Dad, am I doing good?"

"You're doing just fine, young lady!" Robert told her. Meg was in her dress and Heather in her lingerie. Both were still in their high heels and Robert was pleased that they were dressed so sexy as he watched them suck and play on his cock.

Meg kept Heather mirroring her as she slid her mouth up the side of her husband's big ten inch staff, meeting Heather at the top of his shaft and they kissed, exploring each other's tongue, while touching Robert's cockhead with their lips. Their eyes met over the top of Robert's hard tool, each kissing the other's lips and their tongues searching for each other across his head.

Heather was aroused by the kiss and her free hand went between her legs, pulled her panties to the side and gathered up some of her slippery juice and slid it onto her clitty. A chill ran up her body and she trembled from the excitement her clit was feeling. She began moaning as she kissed Meg and sucked Robert and she became more vocal as she became more aroused.

"Mom....Mmmmmm...Dad tastes sooo good!" she slurped as she spoke excitedly. "Ohhhh! Mom my pussy is all wet and tingly! Dad, can I have your cock in my pussy? Phuulease, Dad?"

Robert's cock was throbbing in her mouth and with Meg's help he was getting close to cumming. "Not yet, Heather. We haven't finished your lesson," he told her, grunting between words as he felt his cum stirring in his balls. Robert had excellent control, but with both of his girls sucking and licking he was having a difficult time holding back and was relieved that Meg had completed most of her instruction.

Meg pulled Heather off Robert's cock and described to her how to jerk him until his cum came out. She spoke with more arousal in her voice and had her hand under her dress caressing her pussy as she schooled Heather. 

"Robert's getting very close now, Sweety. You'll get a chance to see sperm for the first time in just a moment. Feel his balls and rub them gently. That's it...just like that..Keep your other hand stroking up and down on his cock, baby." 

Meg could see her husband's balls tighten as Heather's small hand moved up and down the entire length of his erection and she knew his cum was starting its push up his shaft. "Do you feel his balls pulsating, Heather?" she asked.

"Oh, yes! Oh, my goodness, Mom! It's coming out!" she announced excitedly as the first drops of precum oozed out his hole, followed by a rush of cum. "Dad's sperm is coming out!" she squealed. Her excitement was more than she could handle and she quickened the pace of her fingers slipping in and out of her pussy and rubbing her clitty.

Robert gripped the edge of the desk and as his first load of cum exploded over Heather's shoulder while she stared wide-eyed at his violent discharge! At Meg's instruction she kept jerking him and the second load landed on her cheek, next to her ear. "Dad! It's so hot! Mmmmmm! It's so hot!"

The third wad hit her in the face and stuck to her like warm sticky cream, gobbing together below her eye. "Oh, my!" she said. The fourth wad of Robert's cum missed her chin and fell onto her breast, dripping down her cleavage as she experienced a subtle orgasm rush through her crotch. 

"My dad's the best dad in the world," she said to herself and she wanted her Dad's cock inside her. But, she knew she had to concentrate on her lesson so she focused on Meg's instructions as his cum kept pumping out, running down his shaft and sticking to her long, slender fingers. 

Meg continued her instruction. "Now, Heather...lick Robert's sperm into your mouth. That's it, Heather. Lick every drop." 

She replied that it tasted salty and spent a considerable amount of time cleaning him up, licking his cock as well as her fingers, as Meg and Robert watched with affection. 

When she finished she announced proudly, "Clean as a whistle, Mom!"

Robert ran his hands through Heather's golden blonde hair as she looked up at him, holding his flaccid, but still substantial cock in her hand with cum dripping down her cheek. He was so proud of his young Heather. She had learned so much from Meg in such a short few months.

It had been a long evening and the Evers had a healthy round of sex on their minds. They called it a night, letting Heather know the lesson was over and sent her up to bed as they cleaned up and discussed the evening. They stopped by Heather's room to tuck her in 

"Heather....Did you enjoy yourself tonight?" Meg asked, knowing she was wearing her high heels because she was so proud of them and didn't want the evening to end.

"I sure did, Mom."

Robert told her how wonderful she had been tonight and she should be proud of herself. The Evers tucked her in and turned out the light as they closed her door. They shared stories of how proud they were of Heather as they prepared for bed.

Heather's hopes of having Robert's cock in her vagina were dashed with the closing of the bedroom door. She was left unsated; her pussy tingling and her mind full of thoughts of the sex she had been denied; sex with Robert and Meg. She tried to sleep, but couldn't and found herself tossing and turning. 

She wanted Robert's cock and if she couldn't get it she needed to diddle with her clitty. But, she knew the Evers rules; and the rule was "No masturbation without their permission". She tried her best to keep her hand out of her panties. But, it was a losing battle; a battle she didn't want to win, and she slid her hand onto the top of her panties and rubbed furiously back and forth over her clitty.

"Stop it!" she whispered hard, threw the covers back and jumped out of bed. She decided to walk around the house until her feeling went away. She put on her schoolgirl uniform from earlier in the day because "rules are rules" and the Evers rule was she had to be dressed when she was downstairs.

Heather was still wanting sex as she entered the Evers home office. This was where her lesson had ended. She thought of how less than thirty minutes ago she was sucking Robert's penis while he leaned against his desk; the same desk she was snooping around in and wishing she had his cock inside her right this very moment.

As her mind drifted, she leaned back in her chair, spread her legs wide and placed her hand back onto her sex. "Just for a minute," she said, knowing she wasn't supposed to play with herself but unable to stop.

Heather whimpered when her fingers moved over her clit. It felt good to give in to her arousal, even if for only a moment and she gently pushed the tip of her finger against her nub with the white fabric between them. She threw her head back once again and licked her lips.

The minute she promised herself was now up and she knew it and she forced herself to stop but didn't want to. Heather decided to snoop around the desk to get her mind off of sex. She went through several drawers, surveying their contents and her snooping seemed to be succeeding in distracting herself until she opened the large bottom desk drawer and found one of Meg's vibrators sitting on top of some papers.

Heather knew what it was. She had seen a drawer full of them in the nightstand next to Robert and Meg's bed upstairs. She had been too scared to pick them up so she stared at them without touching them. A couple of them looked like Robert's penis looked earlier tonight when he shot his hot cum in her mouth. But, two of them looked kind of like this one and she reached into the drawer and picked it up.

It was purple and as long as Robert's penis; ten inches. It had two shafts that extended from the end holding the battery. It was obvious to Heather that the larger of the two shafts was for her pussy, but it wasn't formed into the shape of a penis and she thought that was curious. She'd never used anything like this before and she scrunched her nose and tilted her head as she held the vibrator in front of her face and wondered what on earth the smaller shaft was for. 

The vibrator was easy to turn on and she twisted the knob on the battery end and felt it spring to life with a muffled whir. The vibration felt good in her hands and she was anxious to feel it against her body. She wanted to press it against her wet pussy but she knew the Evers rule about masturbating and she still held out hope that she could resist herself so she pressed it against her breasts instead. 

The vibration swept across her tit and filled it up, seemingly echoing throughout her large, firm orb before moving down her tummy, and all the way to her pussy. "Oh, my!" she purred and she quickly tore off her shirt and bra, leaving them in a heap on the floor beside her. Heather slowly moved the vibrator across the swell of her tit, pausing on her nipple, then down into her cleavage. She repeated the same motion on her other tit and then again on them both several times. 

She almost came, but resisted because she knew she shouldn't because it was against the rules. The big purple vibrator felt wonderful against her exposed breasts but she knew it was meant for her pussy and she gave up on denying herself and slid the whirring appendage down her belly and onto the front of the panties covering herself.

"OOoohhhh!" she moaned as the large purple shaft grazed over her clitty. A shudder swept through her entire body and she knew this was against the rules but she couldn't stop. Heather pulled the vibrator back, reached down with her other hand and pulled her white panties to the side. She looked down at the brightly colored shaft as it buzzed in her hand and watched herself push it into her cunt.

"Mmmmmm, Ohhhhhh," she moaned. She threw her head back against the top of her chair, opened her mouth and panted with pleasure as the vibrator did its business on her pussy. She pushed her legs wide open and whimpered as if she couldn't get herself spread open enough for the purple shaft sliding into her wet hole.

She took in six inches of the big shaft and found out what the small appendage was for when it contacted her clitoris. "Oh, goodness!" she hissed as the little shaft furiously vibrated on her nub. 

"Ohhhh, Mr. Evers," she whispered, feeling the vibration inside of her, coursing through her pelvis as she imagined Robert's staff inside her. She twisted the dial more, purring and squirming in her chair. The big shaft felt big and strong inside her pussy and the little shaft whirred away, tickling her swollen clit. She moved it slowly in and out, her arousal increasing with each stroke.

She couldn't leave it there long or she'd cum. She knew she would, and she didn't want to break the Evers rules so she reluctantly pulled the vibrator out of her pussy and threw it into the desk drawer where she had found it only a few moments ago.

"There! No more," she said. Heather was beside herself and very sexually agitated as she crossed her legs and nervously fidgeted, pumping her leg up and down as she fought a losing battle to keep her fingers off of her clit; all the while wishing she was upstairs in the Evers bed with Robert's big cock in her pussy.

Once again she gave in, uncrossed her legs and put her fingers against her clitoris. It felt too good to stop. She pulled her hands up her hips, grabbed the waistband of her panties and jerked them down her legs, "I'll just sit here without my panties and play for a little bit more before I go back to bed," she said as she stepped out of them and left them in a bunch on the floor in front of her.

Her hand went quickly to her pussy and the feeling of flesh on flesh caused her to moan. "Mmmmm, I wish this was your cock, Mr. Evers," she said out loud as she sat with her legs open and her tartan skirt above her waist. 

"Young lady," Meg said as she stood in the entrance to the office, dressed in a silk robe and slippers. She had caught Heather diddling her clit like a young slut with her legs spread open, dressed only in her skirt, stockings and heels. "We thought we heard some noise downstairs."

Heather jerked up straight and hurriedly reached for her clothes; the white blouse, panties and bra laying in piles on the floor. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Evers," she said in an embarrassed tone.

"Heather....." Meg said and was interrupted by Heather.

"I'm really sorry, Mrs. Evers...I really, really am." She was still sexually aroused but at the same time she was feeling embarrassment from being caught and fearful of being punished. 

Meg knew why Heather was masturbating. It had been a long and sexually exciting day for Heather and she understood why she needed it. "Heather, come here," she said and reached her arms out to her.

With her clothes in her hands Heather rushed into Meg's arms and by the time she reached her the tears were already flowing. "Don't cry, Heather. Don't cry. You're not in trouble," she said. "I understand....Robert will to."

"Thank you, ma'am. It's just that I was so excited and I couldn't go to sleep and I thought if I could walk around the house I could get my mind off of my lessons from earlier tonight. But, then I found the purple vibrator in the desk drawer and I couldn't stop myself," Heather told her.

Meg rocked her in her arms.

"Mom," Heather whispered, nestling into her arms and pressing her cheek against Meg's soft mouth. Heather could feel Meg's breath passing gently across her face. "Can I tell you a secret?"

"What is it?" she asked, as Heather rocked in her arms. Heather's pussy was still wet and throbbing and aching for some sort of release. She pressed her cheek against Meg's neck, just below her earlobe.

"Tonight, when you and Mr. Evers tucked me in....."

"Yes?" she encouraged, and slowed her gentle rocking.

"Oh, god, Mom," She whispered

"What is it, Heather?"

"When the door closed and I shut my eyes, I imagined Mr. Evers penis in my mouth and I imagined that night two weeks ago when you let me sleep with you both." 

Meg's rocking stopped and she just held Heather tight. "I know, sweety... it's ok. It's very normal for a young lady your age."

Heather gulped hard, "It is?"

"Yes." Meg's lips were pressed against Heather's forehead as she spoke and Heather enjoyed to soft feeling of Meg's full lips. 

"I'm sorry I masturbated," She moaned, still feeling embarrassed. 

"Shhhh." Meg consoled her. "It's going to be ok."

Meg held her for a moment and then led her back upstairs. "Let's all get into Robert's bed," she told Heather, producing a huge smile and a look of astonishment from her.

"Really!" Heather yelped. "You mean I can sleep with you and Mr. Evers?"

"Yes, you can crawl into our bed tonight," she answered as they reached to top of the stairs and Heather's bedroom. "Now, go put your clothes away and come to our bedroom."

"Yes, ma'am," she answered excitedly.

It wasn't long before Heather opened their bedroom door and poked her head in finding Robert and Meg making love; Meg on all fours facing the headboard and Robert slowly pushing his cock in and out from behind. Robert slowed his thrusts into his wife's pussy when he heard her say, "Dad?" 

"Yes, Heather?" he asked as he and Meg turned their heads to look at her. Robert's hands were cupping Meg's breast and ass as he spoke and she could see his big cock pushing between Meg's buttocks.

It took Heather a moment to break her attention away from the rhythmic thrusts of Robert's cock into Meg's pussy. But, when she did, she asked "Is it still okay?"

Meg kept her hips pushed against Robert. She didn't want his cock to slip out and she turned her shoulders so she could see his expression and he winked at her and smiled when she made eye contact. 

"Come on in, Heather," he told her as she held the door closed; only allowing her head to peek around it. "You can sleep with us tonight, young lady."

"Awesome!" she exclaimed as she pushed the door open and flew through the doorway naked except for her high heels and jumped onto the bed next to them. 

Robert and Meg smiled affectionately as she bounded to the bed.

"Now, now, Heather," Robert cautioned. "Calm down. As you can see, we are making love and if you want to sleep with us you'll have to be quiet and you might want to pay attention because you still have much to learn."

"Okay, Dad. I promise to be quiet."

Robert returned to the rhythmic pumping of his cock into Meg as Heather lay on top of the comforter watching transfixed as his big cock disappeared slowly, but completely, with each thrust. She was still excited from her earlier lesson and wanted to touch it; but knew she couldn't unless Robert or Meg asked her, so she touched herself instead and waited anxiously for an invitation. 

Meg was moaning again as she noticed Heather staring at her cock filled pussy. "Do you want a.... Mmmmmm...a closer...Ohhhh, Robert!....a closer look, Heather?" she asked with her words interrupted by her own soft moans. 

Heather demurely nodded yes and Meg told her to lie on her back underneath her. "Put your head between...Mmmmm...between my legs, Sweety. Ohhhh, Robert..... your cock feels so good!....You'll be nice and close then," she told her. 

Heather didn't waste any time. She pulled her fingers out of her pussy and maneuvered herself underneath Meg. She lay exactly as instructed with her waist between Meg's arms; her face only inches from Robert's cock as it plunged into Meg's pussy, her knees pulled up against Meg's shoulders and her tender, young wet pussy opened invitingly below Meg's wet mouth. 




Shaping a Proper Young Lady Ch. 02



A drop of Meg's sex juice landed on Heather's cheek as she stared intently at Robert's cock alternate between disappearing into Meg's pussy with his balls pressing against her clitoris; then most of the big staff reappearing from within her, glistening with the juices it had collected. 

"Mom, how can it all fit inside you? It's so big. The other night dad didn't get even half of it inside me," she asked as she watched Meg's muscles clench his cock.

"Robert's cock is....Unghh," she grunted as he thrust into her pussy. "is larger than.....than most men's, Heather. Unghh.....Mmmmm." Meg's arousal was making it difficult to keep talking with Heather but she tried her best. "He gives it.....give it to me....almost every night."

Heather twisted her nose and tilted her head, still amazed at how a penis could be that big. "Gosh, Dad! You're so much bigger than the boys I went to school with. They were always trying to push their little penises against me in the hallway when I was at my locker. They're not like this at all! They have little dicks."

Robert continued to fuck Meg as he explained that a young man's cock will continue to grow well after he leaves school. 

"Will they all get as big as you?" she asked. He had to admit that very few would.

"We're very.....Unghh....Unghh...very lucky...Mmmmm...Unghh...girls," Meg replied. Robert was fucking her harder now and she was responding with louder moans.

Heather enjoyed the smell and sight of the fuck taking place just a few inches from her face and she pushed her stiletto heels into the mattress and she her fingers into her pussy. She badly wanted Robert's cock in her pussy and couldn't keep herself from raising her head off the bed and placed her lips very close to his wet shaft and let her nose lightly brush against his ball sack. She felt the heat on her face from his cock and balls. 

"Mom?"

"Yes, Heath...." Heather couldn't finish her answer. Instead, her body responded to Robert's cock. "Mmmmm...fuck me....Ohhhh baby, fuck meee!"

"Mom, you're so lucky to have Dad's hot penis inside you."

"Oh, yes Sweetie! Mmmmmm....Daddy's cock is sooo hot!"

Robert chimed in. "Mommy's pussy is hot too, Heather. She's real fuckin hot right now. Mommy's a real good fuck. Do you like watching Daddy fuck Mommy?

Heather smiled. It made her feel good that Robert loved Meg so much. "I sure do!" she answered.

"Mom, can I touch Dad's penis....and your vagina?" she asked as she used one of her hands to play with her clitty. 

In between moans, Meg answered yes. Heather's tongue pushed out of her mouth and onto Robert's balls and then moved onto Meg's swollen pussy lips and clit. Meg felt a jolt of excitement as Heather's tongue flicked across her clitoris while Robert pushed his cock deep inside her. 

Heather moved her fingers in and out of her cunt and felt her own rush of arousal when Meg lowered her face between her legs, brushed her lips through Heather's pubic hair, placed them over her clit and pulled it into her mouth. She then rolled her tongue back into her cunt and fucked her with it. After a few moments she put it back onto her clit and pushed softly. 

Heather squealed and wiggled her hips with excitement as her pussy was probed and caressed orally for the very first time.

"Does my mouth feel good to you, Heather?" 

"Oohhhh, Mom! Yesss! It feels sooo good!" Heather moaned and purred as Meg's tongue ran along her opening and she watched wide-eyed as Robert's big cock pulled out of Meg and Robert guided it inside her mouth. This is what she wanted! And, she took as much of his big cock into her mouth as she could. 

Her moans became muffled once it filled her mouth and she whimpered and pouted for a moment when it returned to Meg's pussy. "Mmmmm, your mouth feels so good on my pussy!" she mewed and excitedly flicked Meg's nipples between her fingers and massaged Robert's balls with her other hand. 

Robert steadied himself with one arm and alternatively felt up his wife's titty and then Heather's as he looked down Meg's long slender back at Heather's sexy feet decorated with the stiletto heels Meg had bought her for her very first date. He let the tips of his fingers brush over the swells of her breasts to tease her then pulled and pinched her nipples before running his hands up to her neck and shoulders. He told her softly, "You're such a proper young lady, Heather."

He grunted as Heather lifted her head off the bed and put her lips onto his cockshaft. And he slid it past her lips and into Meg's pussy again and again while she gently massaged his balls and purred like a kitten. Robert stopped his cock halfway out of Meg's pussy so Heather could run her tongue across his big shaft before again penetrating into Meg.

She heard Robert compliment Meg on what a good fuck she was and wished he would say it to her. He loves her so much, she thought as she sloppily licked and nibbled on his cock and balls, and brushed her cheeks against them to get more of his sweat and Meg's pussy juices onto her face. She began feeling an overpowering wave of arousal sweeping through her loins and rushing throughout her body.

Both of the girl's hips were rocking now. Meg's against Robert's cock and Heather's against Meg's pretty face as it made love to her pussy.

Heather's face was covered with Meg's juices when she began to cum. Meg buried her tongue deep into Heather's wet pussy, then rapidly tickled her young Heather's clitoris before pulling her butterfly open and sucking it with her mouth. Heather let a quick succession of feminine grunts escape her lips as her orgasm overtook her.

Both girls began cumming together. Surges of excitement swept over them like a wave as each was pleasured. Heather pushed her heels hard into the mattress and tightened her legs onto Meg's face as she came and lifted up her hips so Meg's tongue could enter her more easily.

Meg bucked her hips hard against Robert and moaned loudly. He grunted loudly and rough and pushed hard while Heather continued licking, hoping Robert's sperm would finally come out and find its way onto her tongue.

Robert pushed deep inside his wife's pussy in a series of thrusts and grunts. As her orgasm subsided, Meg's body relaxed on top of Heather's and their sweat mixed together and their hard nipples rubbed into each other's tummy as Meg continued to caress Heather's pussy.

"Mom, can I lick your pussy until it's clean as a whistle?" she asked, thinking back to earlier that day.

Before Meg could answer, Robert pulled out of his wife's cunt. His cock evaded Heather's attempt to pull it into her mouth and slapped against his abdomen. Both Heather and Meg whimpered their disappointment; Meg for no longer having her cunt filled and Heather for the loss of the big cock from the reach of her tongue and face. She needed something to sexually stimulate her senses and she got it as Meg sat down onto her haunches and pushed her cunt onto Heather's face, firmly rubbing it back and forth like a mother bird nestling onto her incubating eggs.

Heather had Meg's pussy all to herself now and she eagerly pushed her tongue in and as she did so, she felt Robert's hands grab her ankles. At first, she thought he had grabbed them to take off her high heels. "Oh, don't do that, Dad. I want to keep them on," she said in a muffled voice; barely able to speak the words before Meg's cunt pushed back onto her mouth. 

"Don't worry, Heather," Robert told her, pulled her ankles over his shoulders and found her wet pussy with his cock. 

Heather felt his cock spread her apart as he pushed into her. "Ooohhhhh!! Eeeeee!" she squealed with glee against Meg's cunt. "Dad finally wants me," she said to herself. 

Meg and Robert faced each other, kissing passionately as Meg squirmed on Heather's face and Robert fucked Heather. Their tongues intertwined erotically as they moaned into each other's mouth.

Heather's face was covered with Meg's pussy juices and her little tight pussy was being devoured by Robert's big cock, stretching her beyond what she had ever imagined. He was fucking her hard, just like he fucked his wife and Heather was beside herself with lust. She bucked her hips hard against each of his thrusts and felt his cock pushing against the back of her vagina with each plunge into her. 

She no longer felt like an eighteen year old, dreamily wishing for her father's affection. Instead, she felt like a woman and she wanted his sperm in her pussy. She begged him for it with a broken cadence of words as he pumped her. "Give......me.........your.........sperm," she said in-between licking Meg's pussy and receiving Robert's thrusts and repeated it. "Oooohhh!! Fuck me,! I.....want......your......sperm....please!" 

She began an orgasm that surged throughout her body. Her eyes rolled back into her head, her legs stiffened and she shook as the most intense orgasm of her young life swept over her.

Robert felt his balls tighten and knew he was about to cum. The sensation, and hearing Heather's pleas for his cum, broke him out of his trance. He pulled out, sat back onto the pillow and let Meg take his cock into her mouth to finish him off. Meg eagerly sucked up his seed as it spurt out and she only missed a few wads that hit against her cheek. 

Heather's senses were finally returning and she lifted up onto her elbows and watched with a satiated smile on her face as Meg made love to Robert with her mouth. She lifted her foot into the air, admiring her high heels and thinking of how smart Meg was when she instructed her on how to seduce a mature man. 

As she watched Meg licking him up, she thought of all the instruction Meg had given her over the previous two years and how grateful she was for it. She thought of how much she had learned in the six months since her birthday. She thought of how much she had learned just today! Her mind raced through the events of the afternoon and evening; her instruction on sex, her bath with Meg, her date with Robert, and her lesson on how to orally please a man. And, she thought of how it all culminated in the Evers bed. 

She now knew she no longer belonged in pigtails. But, she also knew she would always be the Evers little girl and she smiled as she thought about the difference between the two.

Robert and Meg let her sleep between them, the three of them spooning under the covers. Sleepiness was overtaking Heather. It had been quite a day for her and she yawned as she spoke. "Mom?"

"Yes, Heather?"

"I love you," she said, still finishing her yawn.

"I love you too," Meg answered.

"Dad?"

"Yes, Heather."

"I love you."

"I love you too, Heather."

Robert and Meg chuckled, waiting for her next inevitable question, which came only a half minute later.

"Mom?" 

"Yes, Sweety."

"Goodnight," Heather said as she yawned sleepily.

"Goodnight, Sweety!" she responded, reached behind her, and patted Heather on the hip.

"Dad?"

"Yes, Heather."

"Goodnight."

"Goodnight, Heather," he replied, squeezing Meg's hand and saying goodnight to her and telling her he loved her. Heather was asleep before he finished.