1 comments/ 58922 views/ 2 favorites Pho By: jthserra Pho Chrysanthemum leaves steeped in the hot broth as I plucked the mint leaves from the stalk, dropping them into the soup. Finishing with the leaves, I took my chopsticks, pinched a large heap of beansprouts and dropped them into the steaming liquid. Squeezing a fresh lime, I watched the fragrant juice dribble down the chopsticks into the bowl. Feeling the steam billow over my face, I breathed deeply, tasting the deep spiced aroma of the Pho. I waited while the leaves and sprouts steeped awhile, looking around the restaurant. The furnishings were simple, inexpensive chairs arranged around light weight tables. The tile floor was worn and chipped and the walls needed paint. The ceiling tile sagged between the rusted grid supports and the bright florescent lights moaned with an annoying hum. In the background I heard as assortment of popular tunes sensuously sung in Vietnamese. Besides myself, there was only one old couple in the dining area. They bent over their food, slopping the noodles and leaves into their mouths. I watched as the front door opened and a group of four women stepped up the short step into the dining room. One of the women was talking very excitedly, using her hands to accentuate what she said, she rolled on and on in a high nasal gibberish. Two of the other women seemed to encourage the diatribe, tossing in an occasional comment or a simple grunt of approval. My gaze quickly passed over the screeching women to fix on the fourth woman, who quietly seemed to be enduring the histrionics only because she couldn’t politely escape. She wore her long black hair tied back in a long pony tail the reached far down her back. Her prominent cheekbones shined under shadowy dark eyes, that seemed to draw me into her. Her skin seemed a mix between a light brown and olive, which looked to be without a blemish anywhere. Only some faint lines at the corners of her eyes belied her age, otherwise I might have thought she was a teenager, maybe in her twenties at most. Tasting my Pho I let myself drift back to when I last saw a woman so beautiful. I remember: the wet branch slaps me in the face as I run from the fields into the woods, only several steps behind her. Seeing the tiny shape weaving in the trees, I take a long step and then kick my other leg across my body, just catching her foot and knocking it behind her other foot, tripping her. She crashes into the bushes, immediately turning to get up and continue running, but she stops, staring at my M-16 as it points at her head. She immediately begins to cry and scream. I shout, “Giữ kín một điều gì,” telling her in my pidgin Vietnamese to keep quiet. Pressing the nuzzle of my gun to her pretty face I growl, “Dứng dậy,” telling her to stand up. Forcing her against the tree, I tear at her shirt, ripping it from her, exposing her tiny breasts. Taking my free hand I roughly grab at her breasts, moving from one to the other, squeezing them hard, bruising her. Tears run down her face, leaving tracks in the dust and mud that covers her body. I move my hands to her loose fitting pants and pull them off of her, ignoring her whimpering pleas. I force her onto the ground, wedging my knee between her legs. Scooting up to her, I toss my gun aside and take her legs, forcing them apart like a wishbone. I then move one hand to her throat, squeezing just enough to keep her from moving. I spit into my other hand and wipe the saliva over the head of my hard cock. Her pussy, covered in dark hair opened to me and I watched my white cock sink into her dark lips. Gaining entrance, I lean my weight onto her, forcing myself deep inside her, feeling her shiver in pain. I move my hand to her mouth to silence her whimpers, as I back my cock out of her cunt, seeing her pink inner lips bulge out with my cock. I push in hard again, feeling her moisten a bit to my motion. Feeling her submit beneath my weight, I continue moving in and out of her, finally spilling my cum deep into her pussy. Withdrawing my cock, I see it covered in blood and wonder if maybe I popped her cherry, or if maybe it was just that time. Putting my cock back into my pants, I grab my gun and begin looking for the rest of my patrol. Seeing the smoke rise from a village... A chair scraped across the floor waking me from my dream, the four women were standing up to leave. I quickly rifled through my wallet, tossed a ten on the table and walked out into the parking lot. Watching the four women split up, I noticed the pretty one begin to walk down the sidewalk toward the park. I quickly walked across the parking lot, following her into the park. She disappeared down a path and hastening my step, I walked onto the path, feeling a branch slap across my face. I saw her small form not far ahead… Phobia Control INC. I was quite sickly as a youth and I believe that is the reason I am now so slight of build. As I usually was the smallest boy, I was always the easiest to pick on. The results of my youth led to the problems of my adult hood. I have more phobias than I can count but the most debilating has to be my agoraphobia. Each day my greatest challenge would be to walk out on my front porch as I had long since given up the idea of leaving my house. The one bright note for modern day agoraphobics was now we were able to shop on line and to keep up with world. As I was wont to do on most days, I was surfing the net as they say and I came along an advert from a company called 'Phobia Control Inc.'. This of course grabbed my interest and I clicked on it forth width. 'We are looking for volunteers to do an in home study on common phobias. Although cures are not guaranteed, we have found an uncommon rate of reversal.' You see the thing that caught my eye was 'in home study' I wouldn't need to leave my safe sanction. What if they could resolve even some of the myriad problems and fears I was having. I could only see it on a positive note, and I clicked on the button to say I wanted to try it. There was a long form to fill out, which included a list of my known phobias. As I clicked check-mark after check-mark on their phobia list, I was amazed of how many things I was actually afraid. I forwarded my application and after a week or maybe two I had forgotten about it and then I received a phone call, they asked if I was Hyde-Jones and after I said yes, they went on, "This is Doctor Hillary Rampart from the Phobia Control Institute. We have received your application and from the looks of it, I think you maybe a qualified candidate for our program. If it is alright with you I would like to stop by and go over a few details with you." This was exciting and I set up a date for Doctor Rampart to stop by. I was taken aback by both Doctor Rampart's stature and her beauty, and found myself staring like a teenager into her cleavage. The good doctor said her institute had made great progress using 'Virtual Reality' in treating Phobias of many kinds. She went on to say that, it would be a great help with my agoraphobia because she could treat it without me having the need to leave the safety of my own home. I was so mesmerized by her all I could do was nod when she asked if I was ready to try it. She told me to relax while she put a blindfold around my eyes, saying that I shouldn't look through the goggles until they were adjusted to my needs. Next, went the helmet as she called it and then shortly she instructed me to open my eyes. I found myself staring at the doctor and her breasts were exposed to me. I of course, knew they were large but I had no idea what orbs of perfection they were. She put her arms around me and drew me to them. She held me to them as a mother would a baby and I happily nursed her nipples to my heart's content. Soon though she pulled them off with a pop and then I felt the helmet being pulled off my head. There sat the doctor fully clothed and she was asking me if I was all right. She noted the look of disappointment in my face and chuckled as she said that the demonstration mode allowed any fantasy I have been having at the time to become a virtual reality. "I see you enjoyed that, now let us see what we can do with your agoraphobia. I think you'll find no matter how much panic the program will deliver you need but merely unclasp the helmet to bring you back to your front room. Are you ready? Good now don't rush back here to safety stay as long as you can. As we started I found myself in the back of a limousine and once again in her arms and on her teat. She instructed the driver to stop the car and to help me get out. I was standing on a street I know this because I could hear traffic behind me. Then I heard a little girl asking, "Mommy, why is that man standing there in his underwear?" Then I heard people laughing, I reached up to unclasp my helmet but I wasn't wearing one and instead there was just a blindfold around my eyes. I lifted it, to see the little girl pointing at me and there was her mother holding her hand across the little girl's eyes. I looked around and saw I was somewhere downtown at a bus stop and I was indeed standing there in my underwear. In complete panic I started to run to where, I don't know. Everywhere I turned, there were people, they were all staring, and most were laughing. I looked up to the corner and saw the limo with the driver holding the door open for me. I ran up to it and dove inside right into the arms of the doctor. She put me back on her breast and cooed to me as she stroked my hair. When I opened my eyes, I was lying on my couch in my front room. After my panic started to ease and I finally found that I could breathe again, I mentioned to the doctor that I kept finding myself at her breast. She told me that she had found that many men were the most relaxed at their mother's breast when there were babies and she just included it in her program to help. She told me that she could not, in good conscience leave me by myself and was planning to spend the night by my side. The good doctor also wanted to give me a mild hypnotic suggestion so I would sleep a more restful sleep. My dreams were erotic in nature and included the doctor. She came to my room took off my pajamas and sat astride me first impaling herself on my throbbing erection until she reached her own satisfaction and then rubbing my member to a mind numbing ejaculation which I spewed on my own belly. When I awoke, my first thoughts were of my vivid dream and the satisfaction it brought me. Only when I opened my eyes did I realize I was in my bed completely naked and I could feel the crust of my dried sperm on my stomach. I was too embarrassed to tell the doctor of my dream or my nocturnal emission when she asked me how I slept. She told me today we were going to try to erase my fear of heights and just the thought of what might be happening to me next had me hyperventilating. She recognized my nervousness and sat beside me holding me in her arms. It felt so peaceful crushed into her breasts that I began to feel calmer. As she put the helmet on, she reminded me that she would be nearby and for me to try to relax. When I opened my eyes, I was standing on a thin railing on the side of a bridge overlooking a raging river. I went to climb over the railing back on the bridge but noticed my feet were bound together. I cautiously bent over to untie myself and that was when someone pushed me off the railing. I found myself falling head first toward the river; I remember praying that the fall would kill me so I wouldn't have to drown. Just before I hit the water, something jerked me to a stop and sent me flying upward only to fall again just as suddenly. I finally realized that my ankles were bound with some kind of rubber; I vaguely remember seeing something about this on TV. What did they call it, oh yes its called bungee jumping and people actually do it for fun. I came to rest hanging upside down and just the knowledge that I wasn't going to die had almost a relaxing effect on me. I was staring into the river and saw how beautiful the rushing water was as it cascaded around the rocks and boulders inside it. The green grass and trees looked so peaceful alongside and then I noticed Doctor Rampart waving to me from a blanket beside the water. This time when she took off the helmet and I found myself again in my own front room, I was not appeased and in fact, I was very irritated. I told her I was through with her treatment and I wanted her out of my house. She angrily told me she was not leaving and that she had a contract signed by me to complete my treatments. I looked at her stunned by the anger in her voice, she seeing the shocked look on my face lost her anger. She came and sat beside me, "I'm sorry Gordon, I won't hold you to your contract, I mean what good would it do if we don't have your cooperation the treatment wouldn't work anyway. Let's just try one of your lesser fears..." "I am not putting that helmet on," I interrupted with a pout. "That's OK we'll try it in real time and only take it as far as you want to go. I want to try intimacy with you." She put her arm around me and lay my head on her breast. She stroked my head and asked if I was all right so far, I nodded because I was much better than all right I was in heaven. "Gordon, this feels so good to me also, would it bother you if I just slipped my top off? I want to feel your cheek on my bare breast." Once again, I nodded and I felt a tingle in my groin in anticipation. I watched her take her top off and then she coyly asked me to unhook her brassiere. She held up one of her orbs and offered it to my lips. As I kissed and nibbled she stroked my hair, and then pulling away, she asked if she was going too fast, and would I like her to stop. "No, please don't stop now, this is all too wondrous." "Well would like to get more comfortable then, what if we just slipped off your trousers?" I took my slacks off exposing my throbbing erection and as she held my head to her teat, she reached over and began to stroke my member. The doctor increased her vigor and I began to hump in time, I remember thinking I looked like a rutting animal. As our tempo picked up I realized I was past the point of no return and knew I was about to ejaculate. Doctor Rampart must have understood this also as she began encouraging to achieve orgasm. I have no idea what happened next, I guess I must have passed out for when I awoke I was in the hospital. I asked the nurse how I got there and what was wrong with me. She told me my sister came by to check on me after not hearing from me in three days. She said I must have tripped and hit my head when I fell and that I was unconscious for two to three days. I told her that was impossible and that I had been under the care of a Doctor Rampart and the Phobia Control Incorporated company. The nurse told me that by the look of my unshaven face and the amount of dehydration I was in she was sure I was unconscious for two to three days. I told her about the virtual reality treatments I was put through. She put her finger to her lips in thought, "That is interesting because your sister believes you tripped on a video game piece from a game call 'Virtual Chess' that you just received in the mail." I remembered getting this game and I remember setting it up and after putting the helmet on I went to the kitchen to get a drink of water. Did this mean there is no such thing as Phobia Control Incorporated? Once I got home from the hospital, I could find no evidence of such an identity and even more disturbing I had no copies of any paperwork or contracts I had signed. Was it just an elaborate illusion my unconscious mind dreamed up but it all seemed so real. I guess the main issue is I don't care if Phobia Control Incorporated is real or a dream, all I know is my phobias that have made my life a living hell have all seemingly disappeared. I leave my house whenever I want now, I can ride an elevator without a second thought, even fly. There is just one phobia I cannot seem to shake, the fear of wearing a helmet of any kind. Phoebe Phoebe was just 13 when her mother ran away with her paramour. Poor Phoebe suddenly became a one-parent child and I had to be both step-father and mother. From having a twin-income family, Phoebe suddenly only had me as her family's sole bread-earner. And as I was determined to provide a comparable standard of living for Phoebe, in addition to my full-time day job, I took up moonlighting to earn extra income. And this I had been doing for the last 5 years. Phoebe just turned 18 last week but I had been so busy working and moonlighting that I had not noticed Phoebe's growth from child to young adulthood. Yesterday was one of those rare days where I was off full-time work and also did not need to moonlight. I got up late and after eating breakfast and reading of the newspaper, I booted up my computer. After dealing with my emails, I felt the urge for some sexual stimulation and was soon logged on to my favorite sex site. A bit of quick searching and I found a video that I thought could be interesting. I started that video and was soon fully engrossed as I viewed the old man in the video introducing a young teenager to sex. What I saw on screen was really stimulating and in no time I had unzipped my shorts, freed my cock and started to masturbate vigorously. I was literally in heaven, viewing and masturbating when I heard a scream and sounds of smashing crockery. Turning around, I was stunned to see Phoebe transfixed and staring in my direction. A broken plate and a couple of slices of bread were near her feet. Quickly, I tucked my cock back into my shorts and hurriedly switched off my monitor as Phoebe remained transfixed. Rushing over to Phoebe I told her, "Sorry, Phoebe. I did not know you were at home and I am really sorry that you saw what you saw. I promise you that it will not happen again. Can you forgive Pa?" Phoebe continued to stand transfixed and it was only after a couple of minutes before she replied, "There is nothing to forgive, Pa. With Ma having gone away for 5 years, I know you will have your needs. And I know that you have been slogging so hard for the last 5 years that you neither had the energy to cultivate new female friends nor the time to get to enjoy yourself with any one of them. Actually I feel really sorry for you, Pa." Catching Phoebe in a tight hug I told her, "It's alright, Phoebe. I may have my needs but life is such that sometimes one just has to accept that not all of them can be satisfied. I just hope you have not been too shocked. It won't happen again I promise you." "It's OK, Pa." she answered and squatting down she continued, "The floor needs to be cleared. I will do it now. After that can I talk to you?" "Sure, Phoebe. I will wait for you on our hall sofa." I replied. I sat on our hall sofa and waited for Phoebe. Soon she came out from our kitchen and came over to where I was sitting. She sat near me and appeared to be rather hesitant about speaking to me. I patiently waited for her to start and after quite a few minutes, Phoebe said, "Pa..." When she did not continue I asked, "What is it that you want to talk to me about, Phoebe?" Another couple of minutes passed before Phoebe said, "I hope you will not be angry with what I want to talk to you about." And with her face flushing a radiant red she continued, "Pa...Ma has gone away for more than 5 years. I think it is time you get a replacement for her. And...and...I want to be the one to replace her. Can I?" While being taken aback, I quickly responded, "But actually you have replaced her. Your Ma used to keep our house clean, did the laundry and cooked our food. Haven't you taken over all these work?" Hesitating slightly she responded, "But I also want to be able to give you sex that a real wife can give you. You need sex and I want to be able to meet your needs." To say that I was shocked does not do justice to the emotions that were churning through me at that moment. I was so shocked that I stayed silent for quite a few minutes and had to gather my wits before I told her, "Phoebe! Do you know what you just said?" "Yes, Pa. I want to be your wife in place of my run-away mother. I know I am still a virgin and will need you to teach me everything. But I really want to be your wife not just in name but also in fact. Will you take my virginity and make me your wife?" Phoebe replied in a low voice. "But ... Phoebe... I am your Pa. Even if you want to give me your virginity, how...how... can I take it?" I managed to reply. "You are not making me do something that I do not want to do. It is I who want you enjoy sex again and it is I who want you to take my virginity. Don't you love me enough to want to take my virginity?" Phoebe replied in the same low voice . "Of course not. Oops! What I meant was that I certainly love you but to take your virginity... how...how can I agree to do that?" I answered. She stayed quiet for a couple of minutes. Then, with reddening eyes and tears starting to drip from her eyes, Phoebe pleaded, "Please. I really want you to have my virginity. Please... Pa." If there is one thing that I cannot resist it is female tears. Sheesh! Now what was I to do? Then a light flashed and thinking that I could frighten her from wanting to go ahead I said to her, "Phoebe. Even if I do agree, do you know that losing your virginity can be really painful? I will have to break your hymen and there will be bleeding and a lot of pain. You still want to go ahead?" "I am not afraid of the bleeding and the pain. Are you agreeing to take my virginity? When are we going to do it? Now?" replied Phoebe. I thought I could frighten her off but it looked like I wasn't succeeding. I was really caught in a quandary. Continue to refuse her and I ran the risk of damaging the happy step-father step-daughter relationship. Accede to her and it was not something that I really wanted to do with my step-daughter. I was really caught in a bind and spent the next few minutes trying to come to a decision. Resignedly I said to Phoebe, "Well, if you really want me to take your virginity we need to go to my room. But I really want you to re-consider carefully. You know that there is no undo button should you later regret giving me your virginity, don't you?" Getting up from the sofa Phoebe waited for me and she answered, "I know there is no undo button but I really want you to have my virginity. Come, Pa..." Getting up, I gripped her right hand and walked her to my room. On entering my room, the sight of my bed appeared to cause Phoebe to hesitate. I guessed she realized that she was looking at the place where she was to have her virginity taken and her innate fear had kicked in. Placing my left arm across her shoulders I told her, "It is not too late if you want to stop, Phoebe. It will be alright with me. Do you want to stop?" When she shook her head I gently told her, "Before anything else, we have to get you undressed, Phoebe." Her face flushed a deep red but she showed no hesitation in lowering her hands to the hemline of her T-shirt and starting to pull it upwards. Quickly I stopped her and placing my hands at the hemline I said , "Let me do that for you." I eased the T-shirt upwards and she cooperatively raised her arms to allow it to be removed. I then moved my hands to the waistline of her shorts to unhook and unzip it. When I started to lower her shorts, Phoebe again cooperatively raised first her left leg and then her right leg to allow her shorts to be removed. Phoebe was now clad only in her brassiere and her panties. I would guess that it would be very difficult to find a comparable pleasure to that of undressing a virgin and getting her ready to be fucked by oneself. I took a pillow and placed it at the edge of the bed. Taking a towel from my cupboard I laid it on top of the pillow. Phoebe flashed me a questioning look. Holding her right hand, I got her to sit on the pillow and explained, "The towel will prevent the pillow from getting blood-stained when I break your hymen." Continuing, I asked Phoebe, "Are you frightened? Do you want to stop?" On seeing her shake her head I told her that I was going to start undressing. And as I rapidly took off my clothes I saw that Phoebe had lowered her eyes to intently stare at the floor. I guess it was the innate modesty of a female kicking into effect. In a flash I was down to my briefs and when I started lowering it, my engorged and throbbing cock jumped out. Despite my reservation about deflowering my own step-daughter my cock thought otherwise. It was all eager to help me to break in my very first virgin. Besides my own mother and my own sister, Phoebe's mother had been the only other female in my life and she was certainly not a virgin having conceived and giving birth to Phoebe. Fully naked I went close to Phoebe and placing my right hand across her shoulders I gently helped her to lie down across the width of the bed. With her legs dangling over the side of the bed and her lower body elevated by the pillow, I had Phoebe well-positioned for what was about to occur. After making sure that Phoebe was comfortable, I slipped my hands under her back and got her to raise her upper body. It was a bit difficult but I still managed to unhook and remove her brassiere. Her uncovered breasts captured my attention and my hands were in no time fondling and squeezing them. And trying to arouse her I also twiddled and gently flicked her nipples. I wanted to continue trying to arouse her but the anticipated pleasure of breaking in my very first virgin made me quickly move my hands to her hips. I felt the involuntary shuddering of her body and guessed that she was realizing that she was ever so close to being fucked for the first time in her life and was reacting to her innate fear. Continuing, I got Phoebe to raise her lower body and hooking my fingers into the waist-line of her panties I eagerly removed her last item of clothing. Phoebe then laid fully naked in all her glory as I admired her beautiful supple young body. Phoebe kept her eyes clenched tightly shut as I eased her dangling feet apart and positioned myself between them. Placing my hands under her thighs I eased her legs upwards and got them tightly folded against her abdomen. As her legs had involuntarily snapped together, I had to place my hands on her knees to push them apart again. Holding on to her knees I asked, "Are you ready, Phoebe?" When she nodded I positioned myself between her widely spread legs and placing my thumbs on the outer lips of her vulva I started to stretch the entrance of her vagina. Phoebe's body visibly trembled at the contact of my thumbs but she did not resist in any other way. Using the thumb and the forefinger of my left hand, I kept the entrance to Phoebe's vagina tightly stretched. And with my right hand guiding my cock, I nuzzled and lodged my cock's head firmly against the entrance of her vagina. Phoebe was visibly shivering when she felt my cock touching her vagina. Her eyes were no longer shut and I could see in them the growing fear now that her deflowering was literally seconds away. But at the same time I also saw in her eyes the satisfaction that I was accepting her gift of her virginity. With my cock's head properly lodged and gripping her upper arms with my hands I pushed forward and felt the tightening resistance of her vagina and her hymen. Phoebe grimaced and winced as she felt the entrance of her vagina being tightly stretched. And as the stretching continued she just could not suppress her groans of pain. Placing her hands on to my chest she whispered, "Please stop for a while. It is really painful." Brave Phoebe then bit her lower lip and clutching the corners of the pillow she concentrated on tolerating the pain that my cock was causing her. After a while she hesitantly nodded her head. Withdrawing ever so slightly I forcefully pressed forward again and this caused a loud scream of pain from Phoebe as my cock's head slipped past her ripping hymen and entered her tightly distending vagina. I looked at Phoebe and noticed a couple of tear drops dripping from the corner of her eyes. "Are you alright, Phoebe?" I asked her. She took a while before replying, "I am OK but it's really painful. Can you stop for a while? And please be slow and gentle afterwards." I kept still for a while to allow her vagina to get used to my cock and only pressed forward again when I sensed that Phoebe was ready. As I forced my cock fully into her tightly distended vagina Phoebe groaned again in pain. Again I kept still and waited for her to indicate that it was OK to continue. And while waiting I could distinctly feel the squeezing and clenching grip of her vagina as it adjusted to the entry of my cock. And when she nodded her head ever so slightly I drew back and began to fuck Phoebe gently and slowly. I still saw her grimacing and wincing in pain but she soon settled into soft moaning as I alternately pulled back and pushed forward. I continued slow fucking hoping to last long enough so that Phoebe could also experience the pleasure of a good fuck. But 5 years of abstinence and her tightly gripping vagina made this very difficult. I found myself fucking faster and faster and although I tried really hard to delay ejaculation I was soon racing towards orgasm. Then I came and groaning with pleasure I squirted a whole load of spunk into Phoebe. Collapsing on top of her, I managed in gasps to tell her, "Sorry, Phoebe... I wanted to last longer...so that you...can also enjoy...but not fucking for so long...I just did not have that type of control." Regaining my breath I continued, "Next time it will be better and it won't be so painful." And as my cock started softening, I eased it out from Phoebe's vagina. With the withdrawal of my cock, pinkish-colored spunk started to ooze from her vagina. I used the towel to staunch the oozing and it was then that I saw the drops of bloodstains. Helping Phoebe to sit up I pointed out the drops of bloodstains and gently told her, "Phoebe. That shows you are no longer a virgin. Are you sorry?" Without replying she just stood up and catching my left hand she said, "Let's go and wash up." THEN: Phoebe - my ever-practical step-daughter. and NOW: Phoebe - my ever-practical new wife.