Storiesonline.net ------- Forbidden Treasure by Sausage Dog Copyright© 2004 by Sausage Dog ------- Description: "Honey, our daughter has something she wants to give you this weekend," my wife said. Codes: MF FF mf ff Mf mF 1st teen cons inc mother son bro sis fath dau bi cheat group oral pett in-law ------- ------- A Wild Weekend Story ------- Chapter 1 "Honey, Penny has something she wants to give you this weekend," Nancy, my wife said as she passed the last soiled dish across the counter. I was loading the dishwasher as she cleared the table. We shared the chores with our children and it was our night for the supper dishes. Our son and daughter, fifteen and twins, were vacuuming and putting the remainder of the house in a shipshape manner. It was a Thursday night, and we made it our thorough cleaning night thereby leaving our weekends free. "She does? Is this a surprise or something she has been planning?" I asked my curiosity building. "Yes and yes," Nancy said as she looked at me in a strange manner. Her head hung low although her eyes were directed upward at me. "I presume that means you are not going to tell me what it is," I said to my wife of more than sixteen years. "Norm, we have discussed it and I'm going to tell you what she wants. It's just that you have to have an open mind and think before you speak. You know we have been upfront and direct with Penny and Jimmy, and -- and -- and she came to me informing me she wanted to have sex," Nancy said stumbling on the words Her words came as a shock, however I did as she bade, and I held my words. "I'm flying to my sister's for the week, and Jimmy is camping this week. That leaves you and Penny here alone. Penny wants to give you her virginity. She finished her period today and she is safe next week," Nancy said moving close, pulling my arms around her waist, and placing my hands on her ass. "But... but... but... she's my daughter," I said stuttering and speaking with a hoarse voice. "Norman, I know and that's why you must be prepared and make it special for her. I've made dinner reservations for you Saturday evening, and I bought her a very nice dress I think you'll appreciate. Its short and low-cut, the kind you drool over when I wear one similar, or any other female for that matter. She wants it to be a date." My lover was grinding her mons into my groin as she reminded me how easily I became erect when I spotted a woman, or young teen, wearing a dress as she described. I loved cleavage and a nice pair of legs. I was expressly appreciative when owned by the same female. She called me Norman, and I knew she was serious. Norm, honey, or sometimes asshole, was her normal form of calling me. Still unable to speak clearly, I mumbled, "She's my daughter." "Yes, and I can't think of a better person to give her most valued possession. Norman, at fifteen her virginity is her most prized possession, you should feel grateful and honored," Nancy said sternly. Slipping her hand between out bodies and grasping my erection firmly, she said softly, "I'm holding something in my hand and it indicates you are not averse to accepting her gift. I love you sweetheart," Nancy said forcing a smile before pressing her lips firmly against my own. "I don't know if I can," I said as I pulled my head back, separating out lips. "Yes you can, believe me. I had the same doubts when Jimmy came to me, but when the time arises, you will reconsider. Believe me; you'll forget she is your flesh and blood. She'll be another hot-blooded female, not a teaser as you are accustomed." Nancy smiled and pulled on my arm. She started for our bedroom, leading me past our children who appeared to ignore us as we passed through the room they were dusting. I followed my wife up the stairs, glancing at our offspring as I reached the top step. I saw a smile on each face as they stared at us. "Jimmy... my wife... our son... making love?" I asked myself, finding it hard to speak the words. She stopped at the bed, tossed the spread on the floor, and turned to me. She nodded and smiled as she gave me a look almost telling me she could read my mind. The smile I saw confirmed her nodding. She began working my belt, and being familiar with my clothing, she easily loosened my trousers and let them fall at my feet. Reaching the nightstand drawer, she removed a tube of K-Y jelly. I knew she planned this because the K-Y normally lay on a shelf in the bathroom. She began slowly removing her skirt and blouse as I stared at the tube of jelly. She had allowed me to fuck her ass a half dozen times in sixteen years. I looked at the tube and then at her. "Are you sure?" I asked as she saw the excitement build in my expression. "I'm sure. I had to give my ass to our son and I love you equally. I'll not deprive you of my backside again," she said as she removed her bra, panties, and positioned her beautiful naked body in the center of the bed. "I have a confession which you will find interesting. Spring break, Jimmy, and I never made it to the campsite. We stopped at a motel and spent five glorious days making love. The third morning he woke with a marvelous piss hard and we had used the last of the dozen condoms I took with us. I couldn't take a chance on him pulling out and I had but one alternative, I gave him my ass. I promised myself I would never deprive you again, especially since he received unheralded pleasure fucking my behind. You're not upset with me I hope," she stated. I shook my head before speaking. "No, you know how badly I want to take you from behind." I smiled as I removed the remainder of my clothing. "I didn't know how to tell you about Jimmy and me making love. I was afraid until Penny came to me last weekend. I knew I had to tell you then, I had no alternative," Nancy said pulling me by my prick when I stepped within her reach. "I could say I was upset but you're holding the hardest erection I've had in months," I said as I let her guide me to her spread pussy. "Well, that's because you have been getting erections watching those childish amateurs flaunting tits and pussy. You're in the presence of a professional now," Nancy said rubbing my prick head through her wet slit. "I know," I said as I pushed my hips feeling her warm pussy engulfing my hard prick. "I want you to fuck me as though I was one of those young teasers in your class. Please tell me which one you are fantasizing fucking as you pound my pussy hard. After that, I want you to grease my shit hole and fuck every one of them. I want to hear their names as you think about ramming your hard prick in each. I want to make up for all the teasing," she said as she began pulling on her nipples roughly. I was hot, hard, and over excited. Names passed through my mind each stroke I made in Nancy's pussy. I couldn't think of one in particular I wanted to fuck; I wanted to fuck them all. Nancy didn't help because she kept calling a girls' name as I forced my prick deep in her pussy. Each plunge was deeper than the last and I found the pleasure to be extreme. Am I Susan? Am I Caroline? The names kept rolling from her lips as she groaned with each thrust I made into her wet pussy. I passed the point I no longer had control and I forgot about her pleasure, thriving on my own. I felt my prick throbbing, the first juices rumbling through my tube and I cried out. "P-e-n-n-n-n-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y." My verbal blast of our daughter's name was something I never imagined would pass my lips. I heard of it however it never happened to me. I came, hard, however my prick didn't soften as was my custom. I remained as stiff as ever and Nancy drove her body upwards on my shaft as hard as possible. She came, crying out loudly. "J-i-i-i-i-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y." I rolled to her side after the crescendo passed through my head and we lay connected, my prick remained hard. I saw the shocked look on her face and I knew my face looked the same to her. I couldn't remember thinking of fucking my daughter however her name came to my lips as easily as I called Nancy's name many times in the past. "I'm sorry honey," Nancy said as she turned her head from me. "I don't know what came over me." I thrust my hips, forcing my still erect prick into her wet pussy, and asked, "Is he a good lover?" Her eyes met mine and she began nodding slowly. I could see the doubt in her eyes and I knew she was thinking of her calling his name when she reached her peak. Who was I to say anything because I called our own daughter's name. I pulled her face close and began kissing her lightly, on the nose, brow, and finally on the lips. "Did you call us?" Jimmy said softly. Nancy and I looked in the direction of the voice and I saw our children standing at our door. I suddenly realized they weren't children any longer. They both were staring at my prick buried in their mother and that quick smile, the same I saw at the top of the stairs, flashed across their faces before Penny spoke. "I don't think they were calling us," she said as she continued to stare at my prick in her mother's pussy. She stared a full fifteen seconds before she caught my eye, pulled Jimmy back, and closed the door. His eyes remained locked on our joined prick and pussy the same fifteen seconds; however, the smile left his face and a frown appeared. A minute or more passed before I had the courage to speak. "Tell me about making love to our son," I remarked, caressing a breast with one hand while rubbing a finger over her wet clit with the other. "Would you like to hear how he makes love, or how we spent five days in a motel?" Nancy asked pressing her lower body against my finger caressing her clit. Her body trembled as I began rolling her clitoris between my thumb and forefinger. "Ohhhhhhh, that's exactly the way he did it, and he drove me wi-i-i-i-i-i-ild." Nancy was thrusting her mound against my hand as I began rolling her clit roughly. "Aaaahhhhhh," she cried as she rode out a mini orgasm. Her body went limp and I pulled her into my arms. I held her close until she began her normal breathing pattern. She looked up and I saw the beauty in the woman I married when we were only 20 years old. It wasn't a shotgun wedding; however, we wed when she informed me she was pregnant. I looked at her lovingly, reminding myself she was as beautiful as the day we married. I propped on my elbow and smiled at her as I looked into her bright, shining green eyes. "Would you take me home?" she asked and we broke into laughter. The night we met, I was in a study group. We worked on semester finals until late and called for pizzas. She delivered the pizzas as a favor for a girlfriend. She had been to a party and was what we commonly called women in her situation, a walking drunk waiting to be fucked. My friends began hitting on her when she walked into the room with the steaming boxes. She began flirting and an hour later, by the luck of the high-card draw, I was the fifth to slide my body between her spread legs. After a pleasurable fuck, we lay on the cum-laden sheets and she asked the question, "Would you take me home?" She was a flirt then, and still flirts today. That evening her flirting resulted in a gangbang. I took her to her room, kissed her goodnight, and started to leave. "Would you like to spend the night?" she asked. I turned and we walked into her efficiency undressing one another. The next 48 hours we ate, slept, fucked, and spent some time on studies, while never donning an article of clothing. On Saturday evening, her food stock depleted. We dressed and walked to my efficiency. We undressed and she cooked in the raw. The following week she gave up her efficiency and moved in with me. Three months later, she informed me of her pregnancy and we married two weeks later. Seven months after exchanging vows, she gave birth to our wonderful twins. I graduated as scheduled and she graduated a semester later. After the twins were born, we moved into a two-bedroom house. I took a job as a part-time teacher to pay our rent and food. She took a job as a topless dancer until she graduated and shortly thereafter accepted her first job in a real estate office. She hem-haws around the question, however I believe she gave a few performances for her boss and his friends. I don't mind because she went from a clerk to a super sales clerk in a matter of months. She admitted half dozen flings with buyers, but after the sale was completed. In my case, I admitted to poking a few former students, always careful only to screw them after they graduated or dropped from school. She became a full-time realtor and I became a fulltime teacher. Not forgetting the past, I said, "If I take you home I will fuck you senseless. That's my condition," I said smiling broadly. "I'm not one that teases, I fuck on the first date," she said smiling. "What about the second, third, and fourth?" I asked. "I fuck on every date," she said stroking my wet prick. "What other specialties have you?" I asked playfully tweaking her nipple. "I suck a mean cock, but only if it's worth my time. It has to be at least seven inches," she smiled as she continued stroking my growing prick. "I believe this qualifies, however barely," she chuckled. "I don't remember receiving any complaints," I said as she rolled over and rested her body prone over me. "Heaven forbid I should ever complain about a hard prick." Nancy grinned as she ground her mons into my rising prick I cupped her breasts, rolled her nipples, and she moaned softly as she pressed against my hands. "I believe I could remove some of your stiffness if we were in the shower," she said, rolling once more and coming to a standing position on my side of the bed. Penny and I sat across from one another at the breakfast bar eating toasted English muffins and drinking OJ. She wasn't talkative, but then she never was the first couple of hours after she woke. She disappeared three times and I knew she was talking to Nancy, probably getting some last minute worries off her mind. Nancy was primping and Jimmy was repacking, actually rechecking his pack for the five-day camping trip. They were going to spend more time on the river than in the woods. Coach Fisher had them hyped and my son's eyes were bright each time he passed his sister and me. My son stood beside by me pouring a glass of OJ and I felt he was maturing before my eyes. Attempting a comparison, I looked at Penny. Penny didn't look her age. Then again, neither did her mother. Nancy could pass for 25, ten years less than her actual age. A warm fuzzy feeling of pride passed through my body as I stared at my children. "What are your plans for the day sweetheart," I asked as Penny sat after making another trip to talk to her mom. "Danielle and I are going to hang around the mall this afternoon. I'm going to get a real manicure, I mean from a professional," she said smiling boldly. "We're going to the movie this evening and I'm spending the night with her. Do you need for me to pick up anything for you?" she asked and before I could answer, she hopped from the stool and rushed to her mother again. Coach Fisher was a few minutes late, which gave Jimmy time to inhale two muffins, and a second glass of juice. While waiting, he continually paced, keeping an eye on the driveway. He rushed upstairs to his mom when the coach pulled into the drive. Astoundingly enough, he gave his sister and me a hug before rushing out the door. He shocked me when he said, "I love you" to both Penny and me. Normally she received a punch on the shoulder and I received a quick wave of his hand. Danielle honked minutes later and Penny rushed to her mother. On the way out, she stopped and kissed me on the cheek, before rushing through the door. Five minutes later Nancy walked into the room and I clutched my prick. It started as a strange morning: rush, rush, and more rushing. "I see that glint in your eye but forget it buster. I've taken two showers this morning and I don't have time for another," she said laughing and patting the hand clutching my erection. "Three times last night and twice this morning is enough for any mortal. I'm going to be free as a bird for five days and my pussy will have time to get some much needed rest," she said and burst out laughing. "You wench!" I exclaimed in a loud voice. She laughed louder at my surprising comment. "I haven't initiated sex in a month; you're a nympho," I declared. "Yes my lovely husband," she said pushing my hand into her low-cut blouse. "You have been tested and found qualified. You haven't failed me one time," she said as she raised her lips to meet my own. After a few moments of mutual fondling and kissing, she sat across from me. She began chewing her English muffin and I poured her a glass of juice. I waited until she was finished with her muffin and juice before I spoke. "You are going to blow your sister's mind with that dress and youthful look. You realize you are going to suffer an hour or more while you listen to her complain. She can't stand for you to remain sexy and young." Nancy's sister was a year younger; however, her size and shape grew through the years. She was still a beautiful woman, but placing the two sisters' side-by-side revealed the obvious difference. Still, we each loved her dearly. I had my doubts about her husband, but she was married to him not me. "I thought of a remedy I believe will help some. I'm going to take her shopping before I let her take me home. I'll get her to stop on the way home and drag her into a clothing shop if necessary. I'll insist she buy something I think is sexy and that will ease her somewhat. What do you think?" she asked as she reached for the OJ container I left setting on the counter. "That's a marvelous idea because shopping is the only way to get her mind off complaining," I said pulling the container from her hand and placing it in the fridge. Nancy's cheerful tone changed and she became serious. "I've ordered a corsage and it should be delivered late tomorrow morning. They will come for the car early and return it within two or three hours. I asked them to service it, and they'll wash and wax it. I believe I have everything covered. Your reservations are at the Top of the Plaza for 8 p.m. and the room is in your name, reserved and paid. I have packed a suitcase and you'll find it in your closet. It has clothing for you both to leave the hotel Sunday morning. It wouldn't look right for her to leave in a formal. Oh, and one other thing, you need to leave the house tomorrow evening for an hour or two. She should return at 5 p.m., so please don't be here when she returns home. She needs time for herself; she wants her dress and appearance to be a surprise." Penny smiled at her accomplishments and I had to nod in agreement with her. After dropping Nancy at the airport, I drove to school to pick up the personal documents I wouldn't need the following year. I had to also clean out my desk, and secure my lesson plans and tests. I used the same tests and plans year to year, with minor changes of course. My classroom, the following school year, would be in the new wing. It took almost an hour and I was ready for the students to move my filing cabinets to the holding area. I heard the students hired to pack and move textbooks to the holding area and knew they would be in my room soon. They were working classroom to classroom on the homerooms to be relocated. I keep each note, photo, or page of doodling I take from students throughout the year and I was reading some of the notes I took from students to pass the time. I laughed at the P.S. on a two-page letter one of my brightest students tried passing to one of the school studs. "I've got more than that bitch will ever have and it's yours for the taking. All you need do is say to me to meet you and my body is yours, totally. That includes tits, pussy, mouth, and ass. She is too stuck up to make that offer, but I am serious. I'm yours to take and USE." I didn't understand teens because the girl I took the note from came from a wonderful family and she stood near the top of her class in overall ranking. I was returning the note to the folder when Kayla entered my room, carrying her purse and briefcase. Kayla Pittman, one of my closest friends, had the classroom across the hall. We became close when she started teaching fourteen years earlier. I was beginning my second year in teaching and we were the fledgling teachers at the time, giving us the first of many common bonds. Retirements and attrition as it is made us the senior tenured teachers the previous two years. Her daughter, Alyssa, who turned 16 a month earlier, was a close friend of my daughter Penny. Kayla stopped after taking three or four steps into my room and her soft voice drew my attention. "If you would be kind enough to give an associate a ride home she'll buy your lunch today," she said and grinned at the folder I was placing in my briefcase. "I'll give you a ride, however it doesn't require you buying me lunch," I said checking my briefcase and turning to face her. "I'm not really buying our lunch, I have tickets Alyssa won on a radio call in, and today is the last day to use them. We were going to lunch together but she is on the crew packing and labeling our books. They won't be taking a lunch break," she said approaching my desk. "Were you reading your confiscated memoirs?" she asked and chuckled softly. I never understood how she could teach with such a soft voice. She didn't seem to have a problem because she turned many mediocre students into academic achievers. "Yes, the notes are the same every year. I may write a book some day and use them as research material," I said and we both laughed. She stopped laughing long enough to speak more soft words. "If you use the notes you receive it will be sold from under the counter," she said smiling broadly. "There's no doubt in my mind if I make it an illustrated publication," I said and closed my briefcase. "Oh, you received pictures as well?" she asked. "I got a few and some show well developed students." I had to join in her laughter because I received a few extremely graphic prints myself. "Yes, with the cameras today, and the home printers, it's easy to print any photograph." Several more comments about the notes brought more laughter. We were laughing when Alyssa's soft voice reached my ears. "Mr. Marshall, mom, I thought the students were the happiest for the year to end, but I could be wrong," Alyssa said smiling and walking to Kayla. "Hi sweetheart," Kayla said as she placed her hand on Alyssa's hip and pulled her close. Fortunately, I was seated, because Alyssa was one of the finest, sexiest students I taught. It was uncommon for me to go a full period without gaining an erection when she sat in my classroom. The cut-off shirt she wore exposed four inches of her mid-section and the "LOVE ME FOR MY BODY" painted on the shirt received the attention she desired. I became erect. She stood more than four inches taller than Kayla's five-three, her bra cup at least a 'B', which was larger than her mom wore. It mattered not what she wore, I enjoyed seeing her dressed in anything. She looked especially gorgeous in her PJ's, and she never failed to give me a hug when she joined Penny in an overnight sleep in. Visually inspecting my room, she approached and placed a hand on my shoulder, further disturbing my fluttered breathing. "You have everything marked I see, is there something special you need?" she asked giving my shoulder a gentle squeeze. I knew the gentle motion went unnoticed by Kayla; however, I saw a twinge in Kayla's face when Alyssa made the remark. Her tone was most obvious. Kayla caught it, as did I. "No, nothing special, everything is marked for your able bodied hands," I said patting the hand on my shoulder. "Norman, you're one of a kind, and I don't know how you've stood it fifteen years," she remarked unexpectedly mid way through our meal. I paused, the fork filled with potatoes poised to enter my mouth, "I don't understand." She was unnecessarily quiet from the moment we left the school and I must admit her words confused me. "We've been associates, friends, for fourteen years and I have never heard a single complaint from a student. I'm trying to say something but I really don't know how to put it in perspective. I've never had a girl come to me and say you made off-colored remarks, touched her inappropriately, or embarrassed her by comment or gesture. I've received comments about all, and I mean all, the other male faculty. That includes Mr. Porterman, our no-nonsense principal. I think that speaks highly of you," she mumbled the last words. "What brought that about?" I asked. "My daughter's comment. I know, -- she's my daughter," Kayla's inflection changed emphasizing daughter, "but she is still a teen, and she has these little thoughts running askew in the back of her head." "I don't understand," I commented. "Norman, I'm positive you observed her innuendo still you didn't flinch. Her words shocked me, 'is there anything special you need.' I caught her meaning and I'm positive you did as well." I laughed, causing the potatoes to fall from my fork. "Kayla, I've heard much worse, many more direct, but I learned a long time ago they were coming at a moment of undeserving infatuation. I just let them go unnoticed and tomorrow it's someone else making a like comment." "Aren't you ever unnerved? Are there times when you want to submit, or admit you aren't as strong as you should be?" "What if I told you there were times I wanted to take one of those girls, lock my door, and ravish her young body. What would you think of me then?" I asked placing my fork in my plate. "I would think you were human," she commented. "Believe me, I'm human, and I hesitate to tell some of the 'little thoughts that run through my head' because you'd have me committed," I said lifting my hands and rapidly curling and uncurling two fingers imitating quotation marks. "I know I've told you this before, but you're one of the few who hasn't fed me a line and tried to get in my bed. I fell for their lines too many times after my husband's death. It took a while but I learned they were looking for a conquest," she stated, staring at me oddly. I thought for a moment before remarking, "Don't you ever get the urge?" "I'm human as well," she said and her expression suddenly changed. She began on another subject and I finished my meal. Our conversation covered a dozen subjects as we sat relaxing, enjoying the casual environment, forgetting the pressures imposed upon us the preceding months. Our casual conversation continued as I drove her home. Passing an ice cream truck, I stopped and bought a cone for her and me. The conversation drifted to our younger days as we licked at our cones and laughed. Kayla had two boxes, which I carried for her; however, it took two additional trips each to get the plants she brought from her classroom. I followed her each trip watching her small ass move in her tight skirt. My erection was hard to conceal when I walked to my car. The final trip, I placed the plants on the counter and turned, bumping into her. Without thinking, I pulled her into my arms and kissed her. She didn't offer resistance and her lips tasted of ice cream. "You taste like ice cream," she commented when our lips parted. "You too," I said as I placed my lips against hers once more. This kiss became much different, her tongue rubbed my lips and I responded by forcing my tongue deep in her mouth. She tensed initially and then relaxed, molding her small body against me. Slipping one hand between our bodies, I cupped her small breast and heard a slight moan pass from her mouth to my own. Breaking the kiss, she looked up, staring at me for a moment before taking my hand and leading me to her bedroom. Facing one another, we began undressing, and although there appeared urgency in each, we removed our clothing slowly, as though we were teasing. My prick was hard as I stared at her standing before me naked. She was smaller than more than half of the girls in my classes but, at the moment, she was more beautiful than each one. We came together, our lips and bodies meeting again. There appeared to be no rush to get in the bed as our hands explored one another. Her skin was soft and warm, her breasts small and exciting, her pussy warm and wet. She pulled from me, turned, and leaned to pull the spread back. I dropped to my knees and pulled her ass against my face, burying my nose between her rounded cheeks. I twisted my head, pressing my face firmly against each half of her cheeks divided by her nether region. She moaned a moan of delight as my tongue made the first pass through her dividing channel, tarrying, circling, and pressing against her brown hole. "Ooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhh mmmmmmyyyyyyyyy," she moaned, her voice the loudest I ever heard coming from her lips. I kissed around her arse hole several minutes, her legs began trembling. She was having difficulty standing and leaning. I released my hold on her legs and she fell upon the bed, twisting on her back. I placed a hand on each knee and pressed, spreading her legs and exposing her pussy. Lowering my head, I pressed my tongue into her spread slit. She moaned softly as my tongue penetrated her opening, however I brought screams from her lips when I began flicking my tongue roughly across her clit. Her screams sent a thrill through my body and I sucked the top of her mound, forcing the little man to come yet further out of hiding. I worked it roughly with my tongue. It became almost impossible to keep sucking the little man as her ass began twisting, her mound thrusting forcefully against my face, and her hands clawing at my hair. It took less than a minute before her legs locked around my head, and her ass came off the bed. She screamed again and her body went rigid. Although hindered, I continued flicking her clit with the tip of my tongue. "NO MORE! NO MORE! NO MORE!" she finally cried out releasing my head from her scissor grip and falling limp on the bed. She was easy to lift and center on the bed. I lay beside her, pulling her against my body, waiting for her to stop trembling. She had glazed eyes when she raised her head to look at me. I pulled her closer, placing my lips lightly against hers. I kissed her tenderly and she moved slowly, attempting to keep our lips pressing against one another as she rolled me on my back and positioned her body over mine. Guiding my prick to her pussy, our lips broke contact when she lowered her body, taking the length of my prick in one slow easy motion. I saw the strained expression on her face as she lowered her body. Her pussy was wet nevertheless it firmly gripped my prick. "Let me do it because it's been a long time," she said twisting her face as she rose and lowered her body again. I cupped her small breasts in my hands as she worked my prick in and out, gradually working faster. I raised and took a breast in my mouth, sucking it and pulling my mouth off until I held her hardened nipple between my lips. Flicking my tongue across the hard nipple, I felt her pussy quivering as it held my prick. "I love that, keep sucking my nipples," she said and I was positive her nipple grew larger in my mouth. I began alternating, going breast to breast; her pussy continued the small quivering motion on my prick. "Bite it please," she cried moments before her body went into another spasm. I bit her nipple gently; however, it was sufficient to enhance her orgasm. I was fortunate she came at that moment because I felt my own juices forced through my prick and spurt deep in her pussy. Relaxing alongside one another, I toyed with her nipples, which had grown to the size of my thumb. Her body trembled each time I squeezed one firmly, obviously playing a part in her orgasms. "You're an exceptional person; it's been years since a tongue has been in my pussy. The first and last time, my roommate and I experimented when I was a freshman in college," she said softly after we lay silently for several minutes. "I will suck you if you wish but I've never done it before. I feel I should since you brought me to the strongest and finest orgasm in my life." "Your husband didn't... , " I stopped mid-sentence when I realized I did the unthinkable, I brought her husband into her bed. "My husband wasn't much for making love," she commented placing her hand on my prick. "I don't mean that the way it sounds because he was a wonderful man and I loved him dearly. I was the first woman with whom he made love, and I was just as inexperienced. He was the third man I slept with, the first in high school, the second in college. Each climbed between my legs and was finished before I knew we were making love. I didn't have high expectations because mom was old fashioned, however I listened to her about sex in marriage. Her advice to me was simple, submit, and forget. I became pregnant after our second month, and we learned he was terminal a month later. Making love wasn't important after that terrible news." "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have mentioned him, forgive me please," I begged. "Don't be, please. I loved him but he is no longer here. That's not saying I've forgotten him because I see his face every day when I look at Alyssa." Her lips began placing soft kisses on my flesh as her head moved nearer my prick. "You don't need to do that," I said. "Besides, I don't spring back as fast as I once did. I need a breather," I responded lifting her by the chin to look into her eyes. The worried appearance on her face softened and she pressed her body flush against me. Her small breasts appeared deformed with her nipples enlarged and still erect. Our eyes remained locked for several moments and her mouth moved as though she wanted to speak, although no words passed between her lips. I pulled her close, breaking eye contact, and let my hands casually caress her warm body. She gave a deep sigh, and allowed her body to relax fully. Apparently, I dozed because when I opened my eyes Kayla was sitting with her legs crossed looking at papers. Her briefcase lay beside her, open with several sheets of paper spread in a row beside her. "I see a teacher's work is never finished," I mumbled. She looked in my direction and her face became flushed. Moving quickly, she gathered the papers and began stuffing them in a folder. I reached under her bare leg and picked up a sheet she missed. I glanced at it before passing it to her but the words caught my eye. I pulled it back and read the short handwritten note. "Mrs. Pittman, you rate a 10 on my scale. I beat my meat several times daily thinking about your body. Each time I see you wearing that white blouse, I think you are wearing it for me. Your nipples become hard when you see me rubbing my hard prick. You can keep me after school any day and I'll make them harder." "Your fan mail reads similar to that which I receive," I said as she remained motionless, her face crimson. "I... I... ," she attempted to speak. I passed the sheet of paper to her. She slipped it into the folder, closing her briefcase quickly. "You know who wrote that, don't you?" I asked. She nodded. "Do you see him doing as he mentioned?" I asked. She looked at me harshly, remained red-faced, and after several seconds, I saw her head nod a tiny bit. Her nod surprised me. I knew the handwriting. "One time," she mumbled softly. "I saw him doing it one time." "He graduated. If you want to encourage him further it's perfectly okay now," I commented softly. Her look softened as the crimson drained from her face. "You don't think I'm terrible," she said after a long hesitation. "No, I think you're human," I remarked. "I'd think you terrible if you further encouraged him while a student." The short robe she wore didn't hide the fact her nipples remained hard. I thought of my prick hardening as I reviewed my letters earlier. I knew how she longed for the forbidden pleasure. I sat upright, dropped her briefcase on the floor, and pushed on the robe baring her shoulders. Her eyes appeared glazed as she removed the robe and pulled me to her. Spreading her legs, I gently lowered my body, allowing her to place my erection at the mouth of her opening. We had hours to spare as we began to make unhurried love. "Do you miss me?" Nancy asked before she said hello. "You know I do," I said sleepily. Her call woke me and I was surprised her being up at the early hour. Whenever possible we slept in on weekends. "How is Rebecca and what's his name?" I asked, referring to Tyler to get a rise from her. "What's his name, Tyler is fine, and we passed at the airport. He and his boss were flying out and I get three, possibly four, days alone with my sister," she said gruffly responding to my mention of her brother-in-law. "I'd like to be a little bird and listen to the conversation between you," I said and started laughing lightly. "I'll bet you would and last night your ears would have fallen off. Becky and I did nothing but talk about you and Tyler." Nancy started laughing. "What's so funny?" I asked. "We rented two porno movies and watched them last night. We made comparisons of you and Tyler to the actors." I groaned. "Don't tell me, I didn't measure up," I said facetiously. "Measure, as in length, you're right. But sweetheart, you have nothing to fear, you're a lover," she said and her laughter eased. "I'm calling to remind you to take a hike at 5 p.m." "I remember, but is there anything else I should remember?" "No, just be you and remember this is a date to her. There's no reason you can't sweep her off her feet, just as you did me." "I believe they are here for the car," I said as I heard the doorbell sound the second time. "Okay, I'll call again tomorrow evening. Have a good time, and remember Penny and I love you. Bye," and she hung up. I removed the single key for the car from the ring and answered the door. I felt embarrassment as I signed the work order in my sweats. I expected a male; however, the young girl didn't appear upset I was bare above the waist. I assumed the day would be just like any other day. I couldn't have been more mistaken. The seconds became minutes, the minutes became hours. I started several projects, working on each but a few minutes until I began pacing. The same young woman returned the car cleaned and waxed immaculately, the corsage was far beyond my expectations, and still my pacing worsened. Three o'clock rolled around and I was behind the bar mixing my fourth drink when I set the glass down firmly, walked to our bedroom, and removed the packed suitcase. Gathering my clothing for the evening, I carefully stored it in the zipper bag I used for traveling. Grabbing my shaving kit, the suitcase, and my zipper bag, I left the house and drove to the hotel. I followed the porter as he led me to our room thinking he had to be the slowest walking person in the world. The room I found to be perfect. Nancy thought of everything. I tipped the porter and he eased from the room silently. I tried unsuccessfully to rest. Thirty minutes from the time the porter departed my room, I was on the elevator in search of the lounge. Keyed up, nervous, and quite apprehensive, I was unable to think rationally. I rang the doorbell promptly at seven. I heard someone talking although I couldn't make out the words. I shifted my weight nervously waiting for someone to open the door. I showered earlier, but I felt as if I needed another. I could feel the perspiration rolling from my chest and collecting near my solar plexus. The door opened and a lump formed in my throat. Danielle, Penny's best friend stepped back and motioned to me. "She'll be down in a minute; she's almost ready, and she's beautiful," Danielle whispered. The lump in my throat didn't allow me to speak and I nodded. Danielle left me and climbed the stairs. I waited nervously and realized how a young boy must feel waiting on his first date to appear before him. I thought about her corsage and rushed to the kitchen. I removed it from the fridge and rushed back to the staircase. My palms were wet and I sat the flower on the nearby table. I was actually afraid of dropping it. I heard the door open at the top of the stairs, heard a muffled voice, and I held my breath. I watched her as she stopped on the top step and smiled apprehensively in my direction. My returning smile, the joyful expression on my face, and my extended hand removed the apprehensive expression from her face and she glided down the steps. She didn't look like my teenaged daughter, more like a flower, which blossomed, and the fruit ripe and ready for harvesting. Tripping over my tongue three or four times, she gracefully acknowledged my comment when I said I thought she was the most beautiful star in the twilight zone. She took my arm as we walked to the car and before she entered, she pulled my head to her level and kissed me on the lips. Her tongue made a teasing plunge into my mouth before she quickly pulled back, breaking our contact. My prick was throbbing. She pressed her body against me a brief moment after our lips parted. Her hand brushed against my throbbing erection almost as though it was an accident however, her words proved otherwise. Whispering in my ear, she said, "Mom was correct. She said you would forget you once called me a Forbidden Treasure." ------- Chapter 2 I felt my chest swell as I stared at the lovely creature sitting across the table from me. My daughter was an adorable sight and the sparkle in her eyes filled me with overwhelming pride. The glow appeared brighter each time she caught my eyes dropping to the savor the sight of the soft swell of her mounds. The dress was exquisite and, beginning the moment I watched her glide down the stairway, I realized Nancy was correct in her assumption. She warned me I would forget Penny was my daughter and I would see her as a woman, a very desirable woman. The sight of Penny reminded me I was a mortal, and as such, my Achilles' heel would prevail. I lusted for the woman before me as I lusted for her mother in previous years. Frankly speaking, she was the mirror image of the woman I married, although she was appearing before me some fifteen years later. The same smile, the same perfectly formed lips, and the ever present radiant glow, sent me back a few years and I felt as I was returned to my youth. Reaching for the hand after she placed the spoon in the small ice cream bowl, I mumbled, "You are a vision of perfection. Never have I seen such beauty in one woman. To think you are sitting here with me when there are so many who desire your company fills me with immeasurable pride. I am the luckiest man in the world." I saw tears forming in the corners of her eyes as her facial expression changed slowly. The radiant glow remained and her complexion reddened as she formed her mouth to speak. Several seconds passed before words escaped from her lips. I was putting forth my best effort at complimenting 'my date' as Nancy instructed. The compliment was easy to make, as it was the truth. My problem stemmed from the fact I forgot what to do on a date. The years were too many, or either my memory was failing. I realized 'dating' was absent from our marriage, something we relished years earlier. I found I enjoyed the atmosphere, the marvelous meal, and more than anything else, 'courting' my daughter, to be fun and exciting. "Dad, I love you, thank you. Those are the most beautiful words ever spoken to me," she said as she reached and took both my hands in her own. I felt her teardrops strike the back of my hand and I flinched. It felt as though scalding water was slowly dripping on me, burning my flesh each time a drop made contact. "Would you dance with me?" Penny asked as she wiped at her teary eyes moments later. I was thankful for the interruption when she spoke. I was nearing the point I contemplated pulling her into my arms and plaguing her with kisses, making a spectacle of myself in a filled room. As I stood, my mind was filled with irrational thoughts. For a moment, I placed myself at a place and time some sixteen years earlier when I took her mom into a storeroom and made love to her. The lovemaking was fast, as a sexual fever filled both Nancy and me, although she was five or more months pregnant. I felt the same urge as Penny held my hands warmly and looked deep into my eyes. The gnawing sensation to couple with her was filling my body, one specific organ longing for relief. After I signed the guest bill, we walked to the elevator as though we were strangers. I allowed her to walk before me, admiring her each step. I was unaware of her reason for walking alone, however I knew I needed the few moments to gather my rationale. I was just too deeply infatuated with her and I wasn't thinking clearly. Those moments earlier, as she held my hands and looked into my eyes, stirred something in my mind I hadn't felt in years. It brought back a memory, a memory from years earlier when I felt infatuated with a woman who wasn't my wife. ------- "But why do you have to go this weekend, and why do you have to drive with him? You know he is an old lecher and if you don't watch him he'll have you undressed in the backseat," I said to Nancy. "I know, I've already experienced his exploring hands, however I can't pass up this opportunity. You know this sale is one I've been looking for, and you know we're strapped at the moment. This commission will more than pay for the addition to the house and we'll be without that note. Don't forget, the twins start school this year. You know how badly they are in need of a new wardrobe, not to mention you could do with one as well," Nancy replied. "We haven't spent much time together lately and I thought with the Parkers taking the twins to Disney we would have some time alone. You received a raise with your promotion and that will help out," I added. "Please Norman, try to understand. This sale is important to me because it will establish me with the company. You've heard the comments and I know they have troubled you the same as they have me. The men think I can't sell and only get by because I'm a woman. They don't respect me as a manager, but if I can make this sale, they will have to look at things differently." Nancy sighed heavily. After a moment of silence she added, "You won't be alone, you're forgetting that Becky is here." I nodded. We both turned to the door when Sandra Johnson stepped inside the room. "Norman -- excuse me, Mr. Marshall, Mr. Porterman sent me to remind you of the meeting. He has to move the time forward and wanted me to tell you it would be starting in approximately fifteen minutes." "Thank you Sandra, please tell him I'll be there," I said and watched as she turned and, with an exaggerated shift in her hips, walked from the room. "Norman she called you, you devil. I felt your prick rise when I mentioned Becky, and then that young teen comes in and now you're hard. Don't tell me these young girls don't affect you," Nancy said shifting her body as my prick pressed hard against her ass. "Is that one of the many that makes you horny and sends you home to me? It was either her or Becky, which one? Fess up," she said as she lowered her lips for a kiss. Breaking the kiss and whispering in my ear, she said, "You don't have to answer because I'm the beneficiary either way." "You're trying to change the subject," I remarked. "You have a meeting and I have an appointment, I'll be waiting for you at home," she said as she pushed against my chest and rose. "I'm going to be gone for four, possibly five days, and we need to get something straight between us before I leave," she said grasping my firm erection and giving it a slight tug. I grinned at her remark and watched her leave the room, exaggerating her hip movement as Sandra Johnson had done a minute earlier. I continued staring at the door after she exited. She was correct and that we were strapped for money. We bought the small house after the announcement of my tenure. Six months later, the lot beside us became available and we decided to purchase it. At the same time, we decided to remodel and enlarge the two-bedroom house. We worked up a good budget, however at the last minute we added a pool. That blew our budget. We gambled on the fact that Nancy would have some good months in sales. That would be the only flexibility in our spending. A year had passed and we were making it, however seldom having money for extras. I felt as she did about the commission, although I hated her to make another sacrifice. This sale would make it possible for us to dissolve the additional loan. Mr. Johansen, one of the richest men in the county, was a lecher. Two months earlier at the annual PTA meeting and election, I watched him molest the president, Linda Ainsworth, for half an hour. Each year he gave generously to the school. As he listened while Linda explained the needs for the following year, his hand was busy under her skirt. I watched his hand under her skirt, bringing her to at least two orgasms. I watched through the small glass pane from the room next-door, while monitoring the ballot box custodians. I heard numerous times he had wandering hands however it was the first time I saw him actually touch a woman. Until that day, I didn't understand why none of our PTA presidents ran for reelection. I assumed it was widely known, however never mentioned, because none of the women ever spoke up or made an issue of it. At least not in the four years I had been teaching. A couple of times I wondered if his familiarity with the president was directly proportional to the benefits we received the following year. Now Nancy had informed me she was going on a four-day trip with him and I wondered what sacrifices she would make. I was staring at the door when Sandra Johnson appeared. "They are waiting on you Mr. Marshall," she stated with a soft seductive voice. I rose and wordlessly followed her through the empty hallway to the conference room, watching her hips sashay back and forth. Once the meeting adjourned, I made a beeline for home, and my waiting lover. I walked into our bedroom only to be attacked by a freshly bathed, shaved, and perfumed naked wanton. "Let me shower first," I said as I assisted her in removing my clothing by slipping my shoes from my feet. "No!" She exclaimed. "Let's fuck first, then you can shower, and then we'll make love," she said as she removed the last of my clothing and quickly centered herself on the bed, resting on her hands and knees. "The twins..." "The Parkers picked them up two hours ago, now stop wasting time," she interjected before I could get the words out while rubbing her pussy vigorously with one hand. The doggie position was her favorite when she wanted a hard fuck. She would lie on her back or position her body over me when she wanted to make love. I interpreted her desire from her position and without foreplay, drove my prick into her. I didn't worry about causing her pain because I knew she would be wet. I fucked her hard, bringing her to three orgasms, before I released my juices in her soft wet body. We showered and returned to the bed to make love. She denied me the opportunity to shower with her after our lovemaking, claiming I would prolong her dressing by teasing her body, getting her aroused, and intentionally make her late. She understood me quite well, seeing that she was dressed but four or five minutes when the limousine arrived for her. Reluctantly, I kissed her and bid her goodbye before I had a change of mind. I turned to enter the house and Rebecca's presence startled me. I was unaware she was at home. It was obvious where she had been, but now she was standing in the doorway waving at Nancy. She was dressed in a wet bikini. "Have you been here all afternoon?" I asked. "Yes," she said smiling and added, "and I must tell you, you and my sister need to be on a lone island when you make love, or else you need to muffle her." I felt myself becoming embarrassed. "Don't worry about me, I'm family, and I understand. I just wish Tyler could make me cry out one half as much as my sister does while you're making love to her. I almost came just listening to her. Frankly speaking, I was jealous because she was receiving so much joy," Rebecca stated before she turned and walked to her room. As she walked to her room, my eyes never left her ass. Two weeks she had been staying with us and it was the same every day when I returned, she was dressed for swimming. She spent all of her time either in the pool or beside it. She was staying with us while Tyler attended training on a new job he accepted. He was two hours by car and I expected him anytime. The previous weekend he came in and immediately went to the bedroom. I saw him three times the previous weekend, twice on Saturday and again early Sunday morning. The remainder of the weekend they spent in the room. I didn't see Rebecca from the time he arrived Friday evening until he departed Sunday evening. I walked into the kitchen and realized I missed lunch because Nancy came to the school during my lunch period. It was rare for her to come to the school, I could only remember half a dozen times in four years. Realizing I hadn't set anything out for the evening meal, I thought about calling out for Chinese. I recalled Rebecca's remark as I crossed the floor to her room, I'm family and I understand. I was the one that didn't understand, I didn't have the foggiest idea what she meant. "I think I'm going to call out for Chinese, how does it sound to you?" I called through the closed-door. "I'm not hungry, just order for yourself," I heard her mumble. I walked to the telephone, picked it up, and said 'what the hell' to myself, 'I don't want Chinese either'. I walked to my bedroom and changed my shirt before walking to my car. I drove to the bowling alley, deciding to roll a couple of lines, eat a sandwich, and drink a beer. Hopefully, I would meet a friend for a friendly chat, anything to get the image of Rebecca and her bikini clear of my mind. As it happened, I found a group of friends celebrating and I joined them. I lost track of the number of beers I drank only remembering it was after 2 a.m. when I departed the bowling alley. I woke when I realized something warm and wet was sucking on my prick. I opened my eyes and the first thing I saw was the clock; it read 9 a.m. I was fully awake immediately. I sat up and pushed Rebecca aside. "I'm late," I exclaimed. "It's Saturday," she said pushing against my chest and capturing my prick in her mouth. "What are you doing?" I asked "I'm apologizing for last evening," she said when she lifted her head. "I realized I was a bitch and shouldn't have snapped at you. I kept checking until after midnight but you weren't home. I'm sorry I upset you so just lay back and let me finish apologizing." Her mouth closed over my prick once more and when I looked down, I saw her breast, one on either side of my prick. The nipples appeared as large as my thumb around, although only half the length. Reaching and grasping her under the armpits, I pulled her toward me. Rolling over her body when I had her in the right position, my prick slipped into her wet pussy almost as though it had a homing beacon attached. "Ohhhhhhh," she moaned, "that feels so warm and wonderful, I'll stay like this all day if you don't mind." I began pushing into her hard, our groans sounding off key and laborious. I picked up the pace, slamming harder, deeper, and faster into her juicing pussy. Our bodies were making a smacking noise as they met. I felt the perspiration forming on my body. "Oh yes,... fuck... fuck... fuck me," she whined through clenched teeth, thrusting against me as her whining became more shrill and she began crying out, "I'm coming! I'm coming! Don't stop now, -- I'm coming!" I wasn't about to stop, although I did have to slow down. I was becoming tired. I couldn't remember going this long, or keeping a hard as long without dumping my load. I realized I was working with a piss hard. I continued driving into Rebecca, thrusting hard just to hear her moan. "I'm coming again! I'm coming again! Please don't stop, I'm coming again!" She cried aloud. I continued driving into her hard, receiving a greater thrill each time she cried aloud from my hard and deep thrusting. I was tiring and felt myself slowing, unable to thrust as hard and deep into her as earlier. I caught a glimpse of the clock and realized I had been pounding my prick into her for twenty-five minutes, of which twenty-four she had been screaming in one form or another. One form was pain, the other from unadulterated joy. I felt exhaustion fall over me before I stopped driving into her. I rolled to her side, began gasping for breath, and then realized I had not come. Several minutes passed and I become conscious of the fact I had just a few seconds to make it to the toilet. My bladder was on the brink of exploding but I made it with two seconds to spare. I released a stream of piss lasting a full minute. I moved from the toilet to the shower, taking my time allowing the hot water to redden my body. I donned my robe and walked into an empty bedroom. My bed was made and my soiled clothing from the previous day lay neatly folded. I walked into the kitchen and Rebecca was standing in front of the stove. I poured a cup of coffee, walked to the table, and turned to watch her. She wore her robe wrapped tightly around her body displaying her curves. Although she wasn't a figure model, she deserved a second glance by any male she passed. She turned, holding the plate filled with sausage, eggs, and toast. She saw me staring at her and stopped to return my stare. "What is it? She asked. "I was just looking to see the resemblance between yourself and Nancy. You look very similar from behind," I remarked. I believe the look she gave me could be called a "you go to hell look" before she sat the plate beside me and walked from the kitchen. I sat down and took a bite from the sausage and toast. Pushing the empty plate aside, I stood and walked in the direction of her bedroom. I looked into her room and saw her as she tossed the robe on the bed. She didn't appear pleased. Removing a pair of panties from the dresser drawer, she leaned, placing one foot in the panties, and then the other. Before she could stand, I stepped behind her and placed my hands on her shoulders preventing her from coming to the upright position. Removing one hand from her shoulders, I untied to the sash on my robe. Pressing against her shoulder again, I gave a gentle push forcing her to reach out to the dresser to keep her balance. Pushing my prick between her legs, I began stabbing her with my prick until I found her wet opening. When my prick head found her opening, I pushed hard, entering her deep in a single thrust. I began driving into her hard. I didn't push into her too many times before I felt my prick throbbing, spurting my juices deep into her pussy. I held tight against her and looked into the mirror. She was staring hard at me. Pulling my prick from her pussy, I turned and walked from the room, leaving her leaning against the dresser with my juices rolling down her thigh. I walked to my room, showered, dressed, and walked outside to work on the lawn. She was standing by the sink when I passed her. Neither spoke. I worked on the lawn until mid-afternoon. I showered, shaved, dressed, and drove to the bowling alley, and again I stayed until 2 a.m. before returning home. I woke again with Rebecca's warm mouth sucking on my prick. Once more, I pulled at her until she was prone over me. However, instead of rolling her over and sliding my prick in her hole, I began playing with her breast. I sucked on her erect nipples as I toyed with the soft flesh at her waist. I let my hand slide across her soft stomach to her pussy and began caressing. "Would you do something for me?" I asked. "What?" She replied. "Would you shave your pussy for me please?" I asked. "No, I'm not removing the hair around my pussy for you to fantasize. I have trimmed it where I can wear a bikini but that's as much as I'm removing. If you are going to fuck me, I want you to fuck ME, not one of your young fantasies. I want you to make love to me, ME, not one of the young girls in your classroom. Do you understand?" She asked. "I have been making love to you, and I thought you enjoyed it," I remarked. "No, you have been fucking me, not making love. You're asking me now to shave my pussy but I won't shave it. Nancy was right, you fantasize when you're fucking her. When she goes four or five days without shaving her pussy, you fuck her hard. When she shaves her pussy and it's bald and slick, you fuck her tenderly and with love. She's you're wife but she is like any other woman. There are days when she wants you to make love to her, be gentle and loving. Then there are the days she wants to be taken rough, almost to the point of rape. She informed me you haven't faced her and treated her rough in more than six months. The only way you take her hard is when you don't have to face her. She wants it both ways, similar to having her cake and eating it too. She has formed the opinion you're fucking one of your students when you make tender love with her. I'm inclined to agree with her," Rebecca remarked. "I don't agree," I remarked. "Your hands, where do you have your hands at the moment?" Rebecca asked. "On your baby fat," I remarked. "I'm twenty-five years old so it's no longer baby fat, it's just pure fat," Rebecca stated firmly. "But that's a figure of speech," I remarked. "A figure of speech for all except a possible pedophile," Rebecca remarked. "Why do you watch the young girls in physical education, but not the cheerleaders while they are practicing? Do you not agree the cheerleaders are much prettier, much trimmer, and more agile. -- You know they are at the age to fuck, Nancy told me you have caught at least two in the act, " she added. "I don't know, I guess I never thought about it," I said nodding. Rebecca was way off base. It was true I've watch the younger girls more than the older, but not for the reason she thought. The younger girls were just eye candy to my vivid imagination. The older girls were not only eye candy, they were temptations I found myself almost unable to resist. Several occasions I found my self in predicaments were only the sound of footsteps, the crack of a branch, or the sound of a car horn in the distance, prevented me from reaching out and pulling a willing female student into my arms. The temptation was colossal and daily I fought to keep my hands from the tempting virginal bodies. Rebecca harbored another false assumption. The rough sex between Nancy and I began when she was a dancer, or rather the positions. Nancy made a great sacrifice when she danced. I knew it, and she did as well. She never brought up the fact many times more than patrons eyes were touching her. She had a wonderful body and she wasn't ashamed of her occupation, neither was I. She danced to pay a huge medical bill incurred at the birth of the twins. We were happy when she no longer danced. Nancy never once mentioned becoming overly familiar with the customers. Loving her as I did it was impossible for me to bring the subject to light. We made love nightly, although many nights she came home exhausted. I knew my wife; rather I knew my wife's body. The nights she came to our bed, on hands and knees, and asked me to fuck her hard was a dead giveaway. She did more than dance those nights. I would take her in the doggie position and she would plead with me to fuck her harder, and harder. I had the impression she wanted me to treat her as a whore, although she didn't want me to look into her face. She would go several days without shaving her pussy and I knew she was reliving a thrilling moment in her life. It excited her to no end when I called her my little whore as we made slow tender love. "You're lying! You're thinking about their puffy little pussies, the baby fat on their stomachs, and their flat undeveloped asses. You can admit it, I'm family, and you know I won't say anything." "Now that you mention family, you made a statement the day Nancy left which I didn't understand. You said, don't worry about me, I'm family, and I understand. I don't understand what you meant," I remarked. "Yes I remember making the statement, I was talking about mom, Nancy, and myself," Rebecca remarked. "I still don't understand," I said. "Hasn't Nancy talked to you about us, specifically how much we're alike?" Rebecca asked. "No, not that I recall," I said. "How often do you and Nancy make love?" She asked. "Well, it's just about every day, however we miss a few," I said. "Do you know what happens or what she does on the days you miss making love?" She asked. "No, I haven't thought about it," I said. "I think you should because it's important to your marriage," Rebecca said. "I don't understand," I said shrugging my shoulders. "The best way I can explain it is we are mom's daughters and she passed something to us at birth. Mom likes sex everyday, which means she wants to be fucked daily. I mean everyday, not every other day. Well, Nancy and I are like mom, we want, -- no, need a daily fucking. I can't let a single day go by without a prick in my pussy. Can I make it any clearer?" Rebecca questioned. "Is that a fact? How do you explain the fact you have been here two weeks and Tyler was here two nights?" I asked. "Nancy loaned me her dildo, mine broke the third night I was here," she said laughing. "Broke! You mean you wore it out?" I said joining her laughter. "Smart alec," she said thrusting her groin and burying my prick deeper in her pussy. She was aware my prick was nestled in her pussy as we spoke, however she was unaware she was going to get my load if she made another sudden move. I was that close. She had been speaking of my three greatest temptations to bring me to the point I was ready to blast my seed into her. She had brought up the puffy pussies of the preteens, the developed and desirable bodies of the teens, and lastly her mom. Her mom was a temptation I resisted from the moment we met. I didn't know her mom's through age as she declared to be twenty-nine the first years of our marriage. It was only months earlier, the twins fifth birthday celebration, when she changed her age to thirty-nine. Jimmy remarked that she was telling a falsehood when he ask her age and she responded with twenty-nine. I know it was hard for her to say but she admitted she might be mistaken and she was actually thirty-nine. My father-in-law snickered and Nancy laughed after she said thirty-nine. Her quick stern look removed the smile from each face, and the subject quickly changed. Juanita, Nancy's mom, was small but she was the voice of authority. She was probably an inch shorter than Julian, my father-in-law was. Julian had to stretch it to make 5-5, and although he was a bit pudgy in the stomach, he was in good shape for a man approaching fifty. He and Juanita standing side-by-side looked more like father and daughter. Juanita had a small bust, possibly 32B's, but she caused me to have a man-sized erection each time I saw her. It made no difference what she wore, however it was far worse when she wore the revealing bikinis her daughters bought and insisted she where. She was self-conscious about the cesarean scar on her belly but I thought it was beautiful. I had to restrain myself from massaging and kissing it. I pulled her close often in a show of affection; however, I could remember only two occasions when I let my hands caress her soft warm stomach when she wore a loose fitting blouse. I remembered several occasions when we found ourselves alone and each time I resisted making advances. If what Rebecca said was true, I wondered if she would rebuff me should I make further advances. "You're close aren't you? Rebecca asked interrupting my thoughts. "Very close," I remarked and rolled her on her back, forcing my prick deeper into her pussy. "Its mom isn't it? I've seen you look at her with desire in your eyes. You want her, don't you? You want to get your prick in her pussy don't you? I can feel your prick throbbing, you going to come. Come in me -- think about your mother-in-law -- fill me full of your hot sperm." Rebecca's body went tense and she began pushing against me. "DON'T COME IN ME! DON'T COME IN ME! PULL OUT! PULL OUT! I forgot Nancy said she couldn't get pregnant, -- BUT I CAN! -- PULL OUT! PULL OUT!" she cried pushing against my chest. "Too late," I cried as my seed spurted into her. The excitement in her voice was just too much and it brought me over the top. The louder she cried out the stronger the pulses in my prick shot my baby making sperm to the mouth of her womb. I managed to pull out however the damage was done. More than half my sperm was buried inside her pussy while a token amount shot across her soft stomach. "Yesterday!" I grunted. "What about yesterday?" "Oh shit, -- oh shit, I'm fucked, royally fucked, how could I be so stupid?" She remarked slapping her palms against the bed. I stared at her and saw the concern in her face. I felt my prick throb nestled between our two warm bodies. Her expression changed and she looked up into my eyes. "You find that exciting, I felt your prick throb. You do, I can feel your prick becoming harder, you do find it exciting," she stated. "In a way it is exciting," I remarked. "Nancy and I wanted more children." "But I'm not Nancy, I'm her sister and one child is enough. If I'm pregnant, Jennifer will be seven years old when her sister is born. Tyler doesn't want any more children," she said. "You sound positive you are pregnant. You also called her 'she' and to me that's definitely positive, what makes you so certain." "I just know," she said as she worked herself from under my body and rushed to the bathroom. I heard the shower running seconds later and surprising myself as I said aloud, "I hope she doesn't wash all my sperm from her pussy." ------- "Dad! The elevator, they're holding it for us," Penny exclaimed tugging on my arm. I stared at Penny's body a moment and in my vision pictured her naked with a smooth round pregnant belly. I looked up and her face slowly changed from Rebecca back to Penny. We stepped into the packed elevator and she gave my hands a gentle squeeze as they encircled her waist. "Dad, are you feeling well?" Penny whispered. "I'm fine, you just caught me daydreaming," I whispered and pulled her trim ass firmly against my erection. "For a moment I was afraid you would cancel dancing," she said turning her head and whispering as she teased my prick by grinding her ass against my erection. TO BE CONTINUED ------- Chapter 3 "Prick tease," I whispered as she ground her ass into my midsection, teasing my erection. Turning her head and looking up, she shook her head. As she shook her head, I saw the worried look on her face as she pulled firmly against my hands. Her bodice gaped open and I had a perfect view of her breasts resting in her dress. Her nipples, dark pink and erect, sent a charge through me that caused my hard prick to become much harder. We stepped from the elevator and seconds later heard a hushed comment, "She could tease my prick any day." I turned but was unable to determine who made the comment, however I saw several men smiling at the comment and all were looking at Penny. Penny's face turned crimson as she hurried her steps in the direction of the loud music. I caught her before she reached the entrance and pulled her aside. She had a pained expression when our eyes met. "Dad, I've never been called to tease before. Many other girls in school tease, however mom told me nice girls don't tease because they gain a reputation. Honest dad, I didn't -- you know I didn't -- oh, I don't know what I meant," she muttered stumbling over the words. "Don't worry about the remark, he was obviously jealous. As far as the teasing goes, I enjoyed it, however I must inform you that payback is hell. Personally I didn't see it as teasing, rather stimulation, if you get my point," I said laughing softly. "Dad you're wonderful," she said as her arms encircled my waist and she pressed her body against me. "I knew you would understand." "Why don't you call me Norman, or Norm, this evening; calling me dad may draw strange looks from many," I whispered. "I don't care what they think, I'm proud to be with you. Besides I haven't seen anyone we need to impress," she stated and I felt a surge of pride when the warm glow returned to her face. "That's fine with me, I just didn't want you to be uncomfortable," I remarked. I leaned, kissed her softly on the forehead, and led her into the lounge. The lounge was packed and I didn't see an available table. "May I have a glass of wine?" She asked, stretching as she pulled my head down to whisper in my ear. Nancy and I had allowed her and Jimmy a small glass of wine on occasion and I didn't see the harm, provided they served her. I nodded and someone bumped into her from the side, knocking her against me. I pulled her close with her back pressing against me. I realized it was a protective move without sexual inclination when I didn't become aroused as I held her close. The wait for a table wasn't long, however the wait was an adventure for Penny. She was looking at the bar scene through virgin eyes and I could feel her excitement as I held her. One particular painting caught her eye, an erotic scene of a man and a woman at the edge of a river. The scantily clad girl was looking over her shoulder pleading to her lover. The expression on her face was one of intense expectations. They appeared secluded by the willows, and the shadows falling across her lover's face made him appear as a man of mystery. Penny pointed this out to me as she made several other references to paintings on the walls. I saw only an attractive, scantily clad girl as I studied the painting. Penny was an excellent dancer, much better than I was. Her body molded against me perfectly as we moved about the floor. Several times I let my hand drop from her waist to her firm ass, however I removed it when her body remained tense. I took liberties by placing my hand on her breasts three or four times. I gave the breast gentle squeezes, although I was working through the bodice of her dress. I wanted to go slow and not appear hasty. I had the remainder of the evening to caress her bare breasts. The first time I cupped her breast, I felt her tense however it was short-lived. After the first touch, her acknowledgment was by pressing her upper body against my hand. I stared at her each time I held her breast however she didn't raise her eyes. Penny's eyes were active, observing everything and everyone. I could see the excitement in her face as she experienced and saw something new. She seemed to study the people and I enjoyed watching the expression on her face. She transmitted approval or disapproval when she saw a man hit on a woman. Several times I heard her murmur a 'yes' or a 'no' when she saw couples exchanging pleasantries. She was obviously matchmaking. Our conversation was light as I found she was receiving much pleasure watching others. I knew my dating skills were seriously lacking as I watched her watching others. I saw a pattern as her eyes traversed the room. They kept returning to one location. I shifted in my seat and positioned myself where I was able to look in the same direction as she without being obvious. It took a moment however, I saw the couple demanding her numerous glances. I let out an audible gasp when I saw the couple. The guy looked familiar however I couldn't place him. The girl I knew well, as did Penny. She was a flag bearer, chosen because of her height. She also was one of my students until four days earlier. She was an honor graduate, and justly recognized at the recent commencement exercises. The shock I expressed was due to the sight of the arm between her spread thighs. The attached hand had to be in her pussy. It was possible the man could have been deformed by having a short forearm, however I didn't feel that was the case. Particularly since Nichole's head layback and her eyes appeared to be closed. She was working her lower body against the buried hand, and at the same time, her tongue was working overtime attempting to wet her lips. I looked around casually. Penny and I were the only persons to notice the couple, all others were deeply engaged in small group conversations. My eyes returned to Nichole's legs and I realized our table, and the table behind Penny and me, were the only tables with a clear view. Our bodies were blocking the view for the table behind us, however they were two couples and engaged in their conversation. They weren't observing anything. I glanced at Penny and she was staring intently at the couple. Penny appeared to be mimicking Nichole by wetting her lips. I was in an awkward position, however I dropped a hand on Penny's knee and gave it a gentle squeeze. Unlike previous times earlier when my hand touched an inappropriate place, Penny didn't seem to notice. I caressed her knee softly before letting my fingers slowly move higher on her thigh. My hand was more than half way to her pussy when I felt her legs relax and open to allow me greater freedom. I looked in the direction Penny stared and Nichole continued working her midsection against the hand under her skirt. Nichole appeared to be caressing her own breast. "They're exciting to watch, aren't they?" I said leaning and whispering in Penny's ear. I saw her nod briefly as her eyes remained on the couple. "It's an erotic sight; wouldn't you feel better if you touched your breast? Are your nipples hard?" I whispered. She nodded briefly and glanced at me. Her breathing appeared labored, as her eyes seemed to be pleading with me. "Don't be embarrassed, touch yourself." I glanced around before adding, "There's no one paying attention, feel free to touch yourself," I said forcing my hand higher until my fingers were touching her panties. She flinched. Her legs relaxed more and I began slowly rubbing her mound with the tips of my fingers. My prick was rock hard and I shifted to relieve the pressure caused by my trousers. I expected Penny to touch her breast, however her fingers went to her mouth. She began sucking two fingers as she did when she was a baby. As she sucked her fingers, I felt her sliding forward in the seat, which allowed my fingers greater freedom. My breathing was becoming much faster. Penny tensed and I felt her body trembling. I couldn't believe it but she was having an orgasm. I looked in the direction of Nichole and her partner. Sure enough, Nichole appeared in the same state, in the midst of an orgasm. I kept my eyes on Nichole and when her body relaxed seconds later, Penny released her breath as her body relaxed. "That was wonderful," I remarked kissing her softly on the ear lobe. I sat back and slowly removed my hand from between her thighs. Reaching to my hand and pulling it to her lips, she kissed my fingertips softly as her wild eyes met mine. "You don't think..." she started to speak and I placed a finger firmly against her lips preventing her from speaking. "I thought it was wonderful," I remarked as I smiled to show my appreciation. I looked in the direction of Nichole again, and although the lighting was subdued, our eyes met. Our eyes met once before five months earlier. The circumstances were similar. Moments earlier, she passed the throes of an orgasm before our eyes met the first time. "Norman, I forgot to bring the copies of the minutes I received at the school board meeting. Could you go to my storeroom and get them please? They are beside the copy machine," Kayla whispered when Mr. Porterman asked her to speak to the attending faculty of the meeting she attended. I nodded and quietly slipped from the room. Mr. Porterman called the impromptu meeting while students were in a pep rally. It seemed odd walking down the hall and finding it empty during school hours, however that was how it should be since all students were in the gym. I unlocked Kayla's classroom and entered. I heard the sound the voices when I stepped through the door. I closed the door silently and walked in the direction of the voices I heard, coming from the storeroom. The voices stopped before I reached the storeroom door. I peeked through the small glass in the door and saw three students, Nichole and two senior boys. "Do it, we want to watch," I heard one of the boys say. "Yeah, and let us see your tits too. I haven't seen them up close," the second boy said. "She's got the best looking legs, pussy, and tits, of any girl in school," the first boy remarked. "I've only seen her legs, but I agree with you, they're the best looking I HAVE EVER SEEN!" the second boy exclaimed stepping closer as Nichole lifted her sweater and exposed her breast. I felt my prick throb when she raised her sweater. I could see her bare breasts weren't encased in a bra. She was in my class the period before lunch and wore a bra, a bra with lacy trim. I concluded this wasn't an impromptu meeting. "DAMN!" the second boy exclaimed, "those are some nice looking tits, absolutely the best I've ever seen." "I told you didn't I," the first boy remarked. Directing his next words to the beautiful teen he said, "Nichole, play with your tits, suck them while you finger your pussy, he'll come in his trousers watching you," the first boy said. "I hope not, I want to see it when he shoots his wad," Nichole said chuckling. "Besides I'm not doing this alone, I want to watch as you jack off." I stood frozen my eyes never leaving Nichole's naked tits. As a teacher, I should have intervened. However, I disregarded my responsibility and joined the boys by watching Nichole intently. Nichole's hand went to her pussy, covered her mound, and she paused. She looked at each boy a few seconds. They looked at one another before each started working on their trousers. Nichole smiled and began massaging her mound, although she wasn't allowing them to see her bare pussy. The boy's trousers fell to the floor and each stepped from the restraining articles, kicking them aside. Nichole motioned and the boys quickly moved toward her, stopping when her hands went to their erect pricks. Her breasts were covered, each boy claiming one while one boy fumbled with the waist of her skirt with his free hand. Her skirt dropped to the floor, she stood naked, her breasts being abused, and her nipples twisted roughly. Her hands began moving as she stroked each prick. I began rubbing my erect prick through my trousers and withdrew my hand quickly. I realized I was close to the point of no return. I would have surely cum if Nichole's hands were on me. As it was, the second boy was as much on edge as I was, he cum hard and his sperm struck Nichole above the knee, on the knee, and further spurts lowered as the last hit her foot. The first boy lasted thirty seconds longer, his sperm striking the same leg. It appeared each boy had two fingers in her pussy and Nichole's body went tense before she started trembling. She opened her eyes when the trembles began and she was staring at me. Our eyes locked a full minute before her body stopped trembling and, thanks to the boys, she was lowered to the floor gently. The boys reached for their trousers. I quickly backed from the door and walked from Kayla's room into my own. I peered through my small window and saw the boys make a quick check in the hallway before they rushed to the nearest exit. I returned to Kayla's room and Nichole closing the storeroom door. I greeted her unceremoniously, stepped into the storeroom, and picked up the handouts. "See me after the pep rally," I said as I walked past her with Kayla's handouts. I returned to the faculty meeting. Kayla was behind the podium explaining the proposed classroom relocations the following year. I didn't notice if anyone saw I had an erection as I distributed her handouts. I sat through the remainder of the faculty meeting but I didn't hear the speakers. My thoughts were on Nichole and her marvelous body. I didn't understand how an honor student could be exposing herself, jacking-off two below average jock's pricks, and letting them fondle her body. She didn't run with the crowd with which the two associated, and I never saw her in their company previously. It didn't make sense and I was confused. I had to agree with the second boy, she did have one of the nicest bodies in the school. I was standing at the window watching the student parking lot when I heard my door open. The students, hyped from the pep rally, were full of excited enthusiasm. I turned and Nichole was standing with her hand on the door handle. She appeared as though she was ready to burst from the room. "Have a seat please," I said pointing to a desk, and walking to the adjoining desk. She closed the door and walked slowly to the desk beside me. Her eyes remained lowered, never looking up into my eyes. She wore the same short skirt and sweater she wore fourth period, although she was without a bra. Her pointed nipples drew my attention, because they were erect. She was obviously excited although I could see she was embarrassed as well. "I have every right to suspend you," I remarked. "Are you aware of that?" I asked. She nodded and mumbled, "Yes sir." "I'm not going to suspend you," I said bluntly. "Thank you sir," she mumbled, "I didn't think you would." "You didn't!" I exclaimed. "No sir. You didn't suspend Sammi Jo, or Tracy, and you watched them. I'm sorry you saw me, and I hope I haven't lost your respect; I can explain," she said raising her head and looking directly at me. Her words surprised me because I wasn't aware Sammi Jo, or Tracy, saw me. As in the case of Nichole, Sammi Jo and Tracy were with boys with whom they didn't associate. I saw each of the girls, on different occasions, jerking off a boy. Tracy only gave the boy she was with a hand job, roughly pushing his hands from her breasts when he tried to fondle her. It was different with Sammi Jo, she was allowing the boy to play with her tits as she jacked him off. Her breasts were small but they were a wonderful sight to my old eyes. "I think an explanation is in order," I remarked. Nichole looked at me and began nodding her head slowly. "It was something you wife suggested at the Halloween Carnival, and we made a few rules which a few of the cheerleaders and flag bearers agreed upon. She suggested some type of encouragement to reward the players, and instill the desire to do better because they were losing. At the time, they were 2-2. Collectively, the cheerleaders and flag bearers agreed to give the game MVP a hand job. The players wanted more and it was finally agreed upon by the girls to let the MVP caress the girls' breast, but only if they won the game. I was chosen for the homecoming game and today they announced the MVP, only they chose to name co-MVPs. That's why I had two boys in the storeroom," Nichole responded letting her voice trail off as she made the remark about the two boys. "How is it that you are chosen today, are you on some kind of a list?" I asked. She raised her head and looked at me, slowly moving her head side to side. "No, our names are put in a bowl and before each game a name is drawn, and then it's discarded. That way none of us will be chosen the second time," Nichole said softly. My daughter was a cheerleader and I wondered if her name had been chosen. "Has Penny's name been chosen?" I asked. Her expression changed and I saw a look of fear on her face. "Please sir, please don't ask me who the girls are because I don't want to lie to you. I will have to lie if you ask me," Nichole remarked. "Is that your code?" I inquired. "I just can't tell you which girls are involved," she stated. "Is Coach Fisher aware of this?" I asked. "No sir," she said as she began shaking her head. "Were you a part of the Cheerleader Morale Squad?" I asked Penny after I closed the door. I wanted to ask the question for months, however I thought my daughter was too pure to be a member of any group interested in sex. In fact, until Nancy informed me they wanted to take the sex education class I didn't think Penny or Jimmy realized they were teens at the age when sex becomes important, either by speech or by deed. I just saw them as what Nancy referred to as her babies. I knew the answer as soon as I asked the question. Her body language gave the answer. "What of Danielle and Alyssa, are they also members?" I asked as I walked to the table and removed the champagne from the ice. Nancy thought of everything. I turned and lifted the bottle, asking did she want a drink by motioning. "Yes," she said softly. "Yes, Danielle and Alyssa were members?" I asked to clarify my earlier question. "Yes," she mumbled and then looked directly at me, "but how did you know?" "About Danielle and Alyssa?" I asked. "No, about the cheerleaders, who told you?" she asked. I thought a moment and responded, "I can't tell you anything more than I caught someone." She appeared semi-relieved and asked, "Then someone didn't come forward and inform you?" "No, and the party didn't volunteer the information freely either," I remarked and she seemed much relieved. "May I have a glass of champagne?" she asked when the top popped and flew across the room, causing each of us to jump. "Yes," I said as I filled the first champagne glass. "Did you have a winning weekend?" I asked as I filled the second. I offered her the glass and she was nodding with her head hung low looking at the floor. She took the glass and I raised her head by placing my hand under her chin and gently lifting. I saw the tears forming in her eyes and wiped a tear from her cheek. "A toast to my wonderful daughter, the brightest..." she stopped my words by pressing her fingers over my lips. "Dad, I'm not the innocent virginal daughter you wanted, or think I am," she said as tears rolled over her cheeks. Her words came as a surprise. I took our glasses and sat them on the table. Pulling her into my arms, I hugged her firmly and kissed her on top of her head. "Honey, you're everything I ever wanted," I said as I held her protectively against my body. Her body was trembling and I knew she was crying. I felt a sense of pride because of her words. She was admitting she wasn't perfect, feeling in a way she didn't live up to my standards. If she only knew my true standards, she would be pounding me with any available weapon. After more than a minute of tears, she murmured, "No dad, you don't know the real me, the daughter you reared expecting to be perfect. I failed you, and mom." "Oh sweetheart," I moaned. "No one expected you to be perfect. Mercy, you can only be as good as your tutor, and this one, me to be specific, is far from being perfect. You didn't have much in the way of a perfect example to lead you in the right direction," I commented. She looked up and I wiped the tears from her cheeks. Her watered eyes sparkled. I lowered my head and kissed one, then the other, and her hands slipped behind my neck tugging. I let her pull my head lower and our lips met. It was a soft kiss, a father-daughter goodnight type kiss. She stared at me and I felt she had something to say, but was hesitant to speak out. I leaned and kissed her softly again, only she put more than I expected in her kiss. Her tongue traced my lips as her body pressed firmly against me. She pulled from me and with a pleading tone asked, "Dad, could I have a few minutes alone please." "Sure sweetheart, I'll take a walk to the drink machine and bring back a couple of drinks," I remarked releasing her. "No, I need more time than that, say half an hour, or forty-five minutes. There is something I need to discuss with someone and I want to make a phone call," she said in the same pleading voice. "Okay, I'll go downstairs and have a drink in the lounge. Do you need more than an hour?" I asked. "No, I don't think so; you don't mind do you?" "No, it's your weekend and I just want to please you," I remarked. The smile was payment enough but the kiss she placed on my lips was a reward I didn't expect. Her tongue slipped between my lips and I felt lightheaded as she tongued my mouth. When she released me, I walked to the door, opened it, and stepped into the hallway. I turned, giving her another look, and smiled before closing the door. She wore that serious expression still. I went into the lounge and nursed a drink. I searched for Nichole when I entered and chose a seat at the bar with her in mind. I glanced in her direction often, catching her looking in my direction several times. I didn't see any more under the table action, although I saw hands taking liberties with her ass and breast. It was obvious when they danced, and each time I had a good angle she appeared uncomfortable. I had an urge to intercede, however I received enormous pleasure watching the hands as they explored her body. I had a tremendous erection and when I glanced at the clock, I slid from my seat and rushed to the elevator. I had been in the lounge over an hour. I walked into the hotel suite and saw a vision of loveliness. Penny lay on the bed and the soft glow of two bedside lamps lighted her beauty, prone on a set of black sheets. I approached the bed and saw the smile. Provocatively attired in a soft pink peignoir, a flower of matching color adorned her hair, strategically placed above her ear. Her eyes sparkled as she gazed at my frame while I slowly began removing my clothing, one article at a time. I felt an inner need to rush and capture her, but the tranquility of the scene before me caused me to proceed slowly. As I removed each garment my eyes traversed her body, absorbing her virginal beauty. I slowly moved onto the bed when I was left with one article of clothing, my skivvies. She lay unmoving as I lay beside her, leaning and kissing her forehead before my lips traveled to her eyes, nose, each cheek, and lastly, her lips. She moaned softly and parted her lips when I let my tongue travel across her teeth, and work under her upper lip. Our only contact was our lips as our tongues made contact and made slow caressing circles. Our breathing rate increased and our tongues parted to make further searching moves deep in one another's oral cavity. My prick throbbed with need. Reluctantly I pulled back and our lips parted, I had a stronger need and an obligation to fulfill. She was watching my eyes and I could see the excitement building as she saw joy in my expression. Two tiny ties held the translucent wrap secured at her neck. My hands were nervous and shaking when I tugged at the first, separating the strings. Anxiety was building, both in my body and in hers. I could see her stomach moving as her breathing quickened. I prolonged pulling on the final tie and let my eyes her tensed body fully. I moved lower on the bed and lowered my lips to her knees, planting tiny kisses on each. My lips placing tiny kisses, I continued up her thigh until I reached the pink sheer material covering her beauty. Tracing my tongue lightly across her tingling flesh, I started at the knee again, working up her inner thigh and stopping at the same location I stopped before. I paid homage to the second knee, kissing her lightly on the front of her thigh until I reached the covered area. Again I went to the knee and as my tongue made it way up her inner thigh her legs spread slowly and I touched her inner thigh to the predetermined stopping point. Soft moans became more noticeable as my tongue made it way up the second thigh. I could feel the tenseness in her body, and I could see the nervous quivers in her hands and arms. Although she showed tremendous control by remaining in position, I knew it would be a matter of minutes before she would lose that control. Her hands were beginning to shake uncontrollably. I rose and pulled at the second tie, separating the strings. Taking a string in each hand, I spread them, exposing her breasts slowly. She was near the point where her hands would move when I began blowing softly on each nipple. I was groggy and barely awake. Penny's words startled me and I wasn't sure I heard correctly. "Mom, I swear, I wanted to kill him," Penny said, speaking into the telephone. I couldn't believe I heard correctly. Penny wasn't a violent person. I listened closely; I wanted to become aware of the person to whom she harbored the violence. He didn't touch me with his hands, just his mouth and his... thingy." I wanted to sit up and listen, however I knew if I made a sudden move the conversation would cease when she realized I was awake. She was sitting across the room, feet pulled up to her buttocks, and rubbing her pussy. I watched her a moment and closed my eyes when she looked in my direction. "Yes mom, his... prick." "No mom, I won't forget: prick, prick, prick, prick, prick. How's that?" It was strange listening to one side of a conversation. I knew during the long silent pauses Penny was listening to her mom, and I didn't have the foggiest idea what she was saying. "Mom, I'm positive, he never touched me with his hands. He kissed me all over, and I mean ALL over. He kissed me in places I wasn't aware had feeling. I felt powerless to move, and at the same time I knew I could have reached his head and guided his mouth. Mom it was pure torture, but then, it was the most marvelous feeling I ever imagined." "Oh mom, did he ever. He placed himself between my legs and I spread them as wide as possible when his mouth covered me. Mom, I couldn't control my own body he had me in such a state. I finally begged him to stop and... and fuck me. I came so many times, I just couldn't stand one more orgasm from his mouth, so I pushed him away." "It hurt like a bitch, and I heard it snap. He told me beforehand it would be extremely painful. It hurt a little when he pushed his tongue against it." "Yes, he touched it with his tongue, several times." I wanted to laugh, I knew she was speaking of me. I enjoyed bringing her off with my mouth. She must have come a dozen times before she pushed my mouth from her pussy. My mouth was sore then, and it was sore when I woke, but from sucking such a glorious pussy, soreness I could handle. Penny's hands were going from her breasts to her pussy and I used all restraint to keep from turning my head. "I heard it mom, and I cried out. I think it hurt dad more, he had tears in his eyes when I cried. I didn't know what to say to him because there was no pain after that sound. It was pure delight from that point." "Yes, and he cried afterwards too. He was holding me and telling me how much he loved me, and his eyes became teary when he said he was sorry he hurt me. Mom, it was so beautiful, the whole thing. I understand why you love him so, he is special." I grinned when Penny told Nancy she heard her hymen snap. She was in such an aroused state she was unaware of the actual circumstances. I pushed into her twice, which was extremely painful for her, and failed to bust her cherry either time. I told her it was going to be painful, which she was already aware from two failed attempts. I positioned myself for a final direct hard thrust and slapped her ass firmly the moment I drove hard into her. Her hymen snapped and I buried my prick deep in her. The initial pain to her was excruciating. She yelled out and cried a few minutes afterward, and then the lust in her body took over. She was a natural at making love and the pain was forgotten as the pleasure overtook her body. She was much like her mom when a hard prick plunged into her pussy, her pleads were for more. I became erect, watching her finger her pussy and thinking of entering her again and again. "Mom, I'll have to call you back. Dad's playing opossum, pretending he's asleep. His... his prick is standing straight up and a few moments ago, it wasn't. "What, does dad know?" "Mom, that's great. Mom I love you very much," Penny said and dropped the instrument in the cradle. Penny continued looking in my direction and I had to smile. She caught me red handed, rather prick standing, as I twisted my head in her direction. I smiled when she stood and began walking toward me slowly. "How long have you been listening?" she asked. "Long enough to know you kiss and tell," I said laughing. "Did you hear me inform mom I wanted to wring your neck last night?" "No, I heard you wanted to kill someone," I said and continued laughing at her. "Mom informed me payback could be hell, and she gave me some suggestions. Just so you won't think you can get away with anything, I'll start by using her first suggestion." Penny walked to the coffee table, turned, and faced me. She smiled and lifted one leg on the table. Her pussy began opening wider as she let her leg slide across the table. Smiling, she slipped two fingers in her opening and began working them in and out slowly. "Mom said we had this suite for two nights." ------- Chapter 4 "Your mom said we had this suite for two nights?" I repeated, asking a question. "Yes, that's what she said," Penny remarked pausing, her fingers deep inside her pussy. "Don't stop," I said pointing to her lower body. Smiling, she began working her forefinger and index finger in and out. I stared at her fingers a full minute. I could see she her rhythm was increasing, obviously enjoying teasing me. I grasped my prick and began slowly stroking the base of my shaft, allowing my prick head freedom, giving the appearance of waving at her. She locked her eyes on my prick and my eyes were on her pussy. She was breathing rapidly and I knew she was near. I continued stroking and looked up to her face. She was near to completion and the expression on her face was intriguing. She was biting her lip. When she began a low moan, I knew she was within seconds of coming. "Four fingers, -- use four fingers," I exclaimed in a louder voice, drawing her attention. "What -- what?" she moaned. "Use four fingers, push your hand in your pussy," I said as I began rapidly stroking my shaft. I was reaching the point I no longer saw her as my daughter, just a woman nearing the ultimate, total sexual gratification. I was coming closer to my own gratification and I began uttering low moans. She worked three, and then four fingers, in her wet opening, groaning much louder. I watched her a full minute and was within seconds of reaching my release point when I saw her wavering, her body leaning back and forth. "OOOOhhhhhhh," she cried as her head snapped back and I knew she reached the desired goal. She was coming. She was unaware I left the bed and had dropped to my knees before her, until I forced two fingers in her pussy, joining the remaining two she was working in and out. Her cry became shriller and her rocking motion accelerated with the addition of my fingers in her juicing hole. She was reaching a plateau, she in all probability, never imagined. As with all great orgasms, there is that one moment of the ultimate exhilaration and from there life fails to exist. That had to be the case with Penny, life failed and she went limp. She crumbled into my arms and only by sheer luck was I able to retain my balance in my unorthodox position. Unconsciously, I stood with her in my arms, and walked to the bed. I laid her on her back and brushed the hair from her face. Her face yielded a radiant glow and the smile appeared permanent. Without hesitating, I leaned and kissed her soft lips, her nose, and chin. I looked across her body and watched as her stomach and chest expanded and contracted. Sitting on the edge of the bed gently, not wanting to disturb her, I rested my hand on her rising stomach and gloated. She was my daughter and a true vision of loveliness. Some young undeserving boy would claim her one day, however for the time being, she was mine. I felt serene and contented resting my hand on her warm flesh. It was three, perhaps four minutes before I saw her eyes fluttering. In the time span of the next minute, she gathered her faculties and realized where she was and what she experienced. All the while, I could only smile as any words I had to say would have spoiled the moment. Speaking softly with a smidgeon of worry in her voice, she said, "Dad, I feel I should be embarrassed however I'm not. Is that good or bad?" "What -- why should you feel embarrassed?" I asked responding in a soft gentle voice. "Well, the way I acted, it's not... well it's not normal behavior, but Mrs. Fisher, and mom, said it was okay to act the part of a -- slut," her face cringed and she added, "in the bedroom." "Your mom and Mrs. Fisher are right. A man wants to see his lover as pure and virginal, as you are now. An instant later, when he begins to feel frisky, he wants his lover to become a complete slut. From experience you know 'that moment' when your insides explodes passes much too quickly, and then your logic returns. That former slut passed with the explosion," I said softly. Penny's eyes watered and she stretched her arms to me, pulling me tightly against her unclothed body. She whispered, "Dad that makes me feel wonderful to hear you say that. I'll be your slut anytime." She drew back and if on queue, our lips came together. The kiss, long and passionate, left us breathing rapid and irregular. I could see my smile in her bright eyes when our lips parted. "Dad, could we order our breakfast through room service, I don't want to get dressed. -- Not yet anyway, mom gave me more than one suggestion," she said laughing mischievously. "And I presume you're going to lie like that as they serve us," I remarked. She laughed that mischievous laugh again, "Do you think they would mind?" It was my turn to laugh. "If you stay in that position we'll be guaranteed instant service today," I remarked rising and walking to the phone. I ordered a deluxe breakfast for each and slipped into my trousers. She merely laughed as I buckled up. I wasn't positive but I felt she enjoyed teasing. We made our plans for the day as we waited, and when the tapping on gained our attention, Penny hadn't moved. I walked to the door and admitted the young server. His eyes immediately went to Penny and I was startled. She cheated. She left her breasts exposed; however, she had pulled the sheet over her midsection, and turned her head to the wall. "If you require anything further just ask for Jacob," the young man said as he backed gracefully from the room. His eyes never left Penny. She heard the door close and I heard her excited words spoken rapidly. "I did it!" "Prick tease," I responded quickly. "What do you mean?" she asked laughing. "You're a prick tease, you just dangled your body in front of him, and not all of it at that. When I was growing up I would classify you as a Grade 'A' prick tease," I answered. Her mouth opened and formed an 'O'. "You didn't expect me to show him everything, -- did you?" she questioned. "All or none, no tease or prick tease," I responded sitting at my breakfast tray. "Are you going to eat?" I didn't look directly into her eyes as we gobbled the breakfast. I did however let her see the shit-eating grin I kept on my face. She started laughing when she pushed her empty plate to the center of the table. I finally looked up and began laughing with her. We stopped laughing and she moved from her chair and straddled my legs. I cupped her spread pussy with one hand and pulled her head to me, pressing our lips together. I let my fingers slowly and lightly tease her slit, paying particular attention not to touch her clit. "Mmmm," she moaned and pressed her mound against my fingers, however I pulled my hand back continuing to lightly touch her warm lips. "Touch me, put your fingers inside," she moaned when our lips parted. "Teasing fingers for a prick tease," I said softly. Her eyes opened wide and she said sternly, "Stop teasing and put your fingers inside me." I shook my head left and right and displayed my shit-eating grin. We stared at one another for three or four minutes. I was waiting on her next verbal blast when the tapping on the door interrupted our stare. "Room service, I'm here to take your soiled dishes," a young voice sounded. She slipped from my legs and pranced toward the bed. I opened the door and Jacob's eyes went directly to the bed. I stepped back and let him enter. I glanced at the bed and Penny was on her back, one knee pulled up, leaving the second strait. Her bare pussy looked inviting, as her lips parted just enough make you aware there was something inviting inside. Her breasts rested gracefully on her chest as her hair fell tantalizing across her face. It was a striking, prick-raising pose. It served its purpose because I saw the lump in the server's trousers as he backed from the room. When she heard the door close, she didn't say a word. The smile on her face said it all. I began removing my trousers and she looked me in the face as she buried three fingers into her pussy. I approached the bed, however her words stopped me from joining her. "I feel you are wrong," she said boldly, the inviting smile remaining on her face. Confused I asked, "Wrong! About what?" "Your definition of a prick teaser, we have a difference of opinion," she stated removing her active fingers from her pussy and sitting upright. "Would you explain our differences please?" "It's simple; you teased me, however I merely gave the server a thrill," she remarked sincerely. "Isn't it the same?" "Definitely not," she said harshly. "You touched me, teasing, and then you did nothing. Mrs. Wilson taught us to be nonchalant when we wanted to excite a man. Her examples were, -- flash a thigh, a boob, or our derriére. If we decided to tease we should, rub our breast against his hand or arm, or let our hand accidentally brush against his prick. However her favorite tease, press her backside against his prick and move against him suggestively. She professed that opportunity arose numerous times daily. That's being a prick tease." "You're mincing words and I retain the right to my opinion," I declared. "So be it, but remember I'm not the one who teased a girl by fingering her pussy, and then left her panting," she remarked with a strait face. My processing cycle was slow. In fact, a minute passed before I realized she was referring to me. Because of her sincere expression, I was trying to tie her comment into our discussion. If she hadn't started smiling, I assume I would have still been standing and thinking hard. As I saw the smile appear, I knew she was a step ahead of me in thought. I moved to the bed and she laughed; she knew she caught me unawares. "I love you dad," she said smiling. She reached for my hand, placed it on her pussy, and fell back on the bed. I lightly caressed her mound and began laughing. I wanted to crush her body and drive my erect prick into her sweet pussy but the mood was set for playing and teasing. I set aside my need by convincing my prick greater pleasures would be forthcoming. "What are you doing?" she asked pressing my hand firmly against her mound. "Don't keep teasing, -- please," she said with a moan. "Didn't you tell me we had the suite another night," I said before I lowered my head. "Yes, but, Ohhhhhhhh," she moaned as my tongue touched the upper part of her pussy. I let her pull my head firmly against her mound however I relaxed my tongue. It was pressing against her puffy lips, yet unmoving. She moaned, ground my face against her softness, but she wasn't receiving satisfaction. Her lower body pressed against me roughly when she elevated her ass, thrusting hard, using the muscles in her legs and feet. Her quick move caught me off balance and I slid, no I fell. My ass hit the floor and, although startled, I wasn't hurt. When I saw her worried look peering down at me, I started laughing. The scene reminded me of writing on restroom walls, Leroy Was Here, because I could see her hands and the top portion of her head. She started laughing after she realized I wasn't hurt. I felt like a fool, laughing to cover my embarrassment. Although she laughed, she was quick. She was standing over me in a split second offering her hand for assistance. I looked up and stopped laughing. I stared at something serious and it was definitely no laughing matter. Her legs parted, perhaps a foot, but that foot was enough to emphasize the slit between her puffy pussy lips. I stared up at mile long legs, a smooth pussy, two wonderful breasts, and a killer smile pasted on a beautiful face. I was too close to the bed for the image that popped into my head. I may have been less nimble, and much less graceful, however I did some footwork of my own. Using my feet, I lifted my ass and managed to work my body perpendicular to the bed, forcing Penny to step back. I grasped one ankle and pulled. Almost falling, she reached to the bed to stabilize her body. I took that instant to pull her foot over my body. She was standing above me with one foot on either side of my head. "Dad, WHAT are you doing," she asked as she scrunched her face in a frown. I wriggled my tongue left and right, smiling as I made the gesture. "Dad you're crazy!" she exclaimed laughing aloud. "I've seen you do the splits and now is the perfect time for practice," I said laughing. "I can't," she responded. "Sure you can, use the bed for support," I remarked in the midst of chuckling. "Dad, this is ridiculous," she said as she slowly let her feet slide apart. I stared at her pussy as it slowly opened. My hands moved up her legs and stopped her when she was almost half way to my face. The sight was one of the most exquisite images my eyes ever captured. "You're more than beautiful, you're gorgeous," I said as my hands traveled over the taught muscles of her upper thigh. "Oh dad, I can't... ," she moaned as my hands made their way to her open lips. I felt her body tremble as I slowly and tenderly massaged the soft flesh of her pussy lips. She was open wide, but I took each lip between my thumb and forefinger, spreading her pussy even more. Working my hands in opposite directions, I pressed her lips together and slowly worked them back and forth. I could see the moisture becoming abundant as flesh rubbed against flesh. Her body trembles were becoming more obvious and I released her lips and placed pressure on her thighs, pulling her closer to my mouth. She eased her body lower and when she was at six inches, I lifted my head and covered her pussy with my mouth. I didn't tease. I forced my tongue deep in her hole and worked it left, right, up, down, and circular. I could feel her trembling body and she was unconsciously lowering her pussy to my mouth. Placing my hands under her thighs for support, I worked my tongue rapidly, caressing as much of her inner pussy walls as possible. "Dad, I can't... I'm going to... , " she moaned, forcing the words. I was positive she would be unable to hold her body upright when she reached her orgasm. She was near, of that I was certain. I tongued her until my taste recognized she was secreting a different tasting and thicker fluid. I captured her prominent clit and sucked it hard, drawing it between my lips. Using my lips as teeth, I began biting. Her body tensed and her full weight fell against my face. Her weight didn't allow me to move, however it didn't stop her from grinding her mound forcefully against my mouth. Her body was moving wildly, her pussy working back and forth, pressed firmly against my mouth. I took every opportunity to get a breath of air because they were few. Her pussy covered my mouth completely. I could hear her muffled cries and I was pleased she chose to bury her face in the bed. She would have surely drawn inquiries as to her well being. I heard a final long suppressed moan and her body went stiff. Her orgasm was strong and lengthy, lengthy to the point I felt lightheaded when she finally relaxed and I was afforded the fresh air I desperately needed. I extracted my head from between her legs and helped her ease to the floor. She was limp as a dishrag and only the bed kept her from falling forward. I worked my way to an upright position and, with minimal assistance on her part, placed her on the bed. The look on her face was one I saw before, the same wonderful glow her mother displayed numerous times in the past. "Good afternoon sleepyhead," I said looking over my newspaper. "Afternoon! What time is it, how long did I sleep?" Penny asked rising on one elbow. "Barely past noon, and I'd say you had a three hour nap." "Dad, I didn't mean to sleep. I'm sorry, I left you alone." She responded pulling on the sheet and covering her body as she slipped from the bed. Realizing it was the two of us, she tossed the sheet back on the bed and walked to me. A bright glow appeared to surround her face as she approached and leaned to kiss my forehead. I dropped the paper and pulled her into my lap, hugging her against my body. "I love you," I whispered as I tenderly nipped her earlobe. "I love you too dad," she said turning and placing her arm around my neck. Her lips were soft, warm, and eager as she pressed them against mine. Her kiss was short but passionate. Placing her forehead against mine, she said, "I can't wait to tell mom and... ," she paused, failing to complete her sentence. "Mom told me how wonderful you would make me feel but her words didn't describe how deeply I'd feel loved." The glow disappeared replaced by a worried look and she asked, "Dad, you know Danielle and I have shared everything since the first day of school, and I wonder if..." She rose, breaking our facial contact as she looked into my eyes. I waited for her to finish, sliding my hand across her soft flesh, and cupping her breast. I massaged her mound several seconds before I began rolling her hardened nipple between my thumb and forefinger. Her eyes dropped to watch my hand as it moved to her free breast. "Could Danielle come up -- I mean could I call her and ask her to come up?" she asked leaving her eyes on my hand caressing her breast. She could feel my body tense when she asked. A sudden disappointing moment filled my mind. I knew our playfulness would end, and she would dress, depriving me of the beauty of her nakedness. Sorrowfully I answered, "Yes, whatever you want." I knew my disappointed tone was a true indication of my feelings, but it was her weekend. I regretted it was being terminated, but I was thrilled by the moments we shared. I knew there would never be another as special, although I was almost certain there would be many wonderful moments in the future. "Dad, let me explain, I don't think I've made myself clear. She likes to... we like to... well it's exciting to watch," she said softly. Although confused, I asked calmly, "Watch, what do you mean watch?" "She... we like to watch couples, and since I watched her... it's only fair she watch me. You and me that is, but only if you don't mind," she said speaking one level above a whisper. "You -- she -- you -- you watched her? When, where, who with?" I asked remaining calm on the exterior, but inside my heart was beating at record levels. "I watched her and her dad, and we watched her mom and dad. Dad, we watched mom and..." Her head dropped and she became silent. I waited more than a minute however she left me hanging. I almost screamed the words, WHO? Calmly I asked, "Nancy and who?" "Jimmy," she uttered softly, but after an extremely long pause. "Jimmy? Your brother Jimmy?" I asked becoming excited. She nodded, and her head remained lowered. "And -- you watched Danielle and her dad?" She continued nodding. She shifted on my lap. She had to get comfortable because my prick was pressing against her buttocks and it was uncomfortable for each of us. I placed my hands on her hips and adjusted her body because her shifting became a strain on me. Three or four minutes passed, although it seemed much longer, before she asked softly, "Can I call her? "Yes," I mumbled. Penny leaned, burying her head in my shoulder and I heard a soft, "Thank you." I wanted desperately to ask questions but I didn't want to make her uncomfortable, no more than she was anyway. I knew she would enlighten me before Danielle arrived, or if not, together they would open up and speak freely. "Would you care to dress and go down stairs for lunch, or would you rather Jacob serve us again?" She began laughing. That brought her out of her timid embarrassing stage because she rose up and looked at me. I pulled her head close and kissed her lips, stopping her laugh. The kiss became passionate and as our tongues searched and twisted, I allowed my hands to roam freely over her body. She directed, when my hand slipped between her legs, working a mini orgasm from my nimble fingers as they massaged her sensitive clit. "Mr. Marshall, I didn't expect to be shopping today, I'll give you the money for my clothes tomorrow," Danielle whispered as the clerk rang up our purchases. "Consider it a belated birthday present," I whispered back. "Are you sure, I have the money at home" she whispered. "What are you whispering about?" Penny asked stepping close. "I'm positive, besides it's worth the price to see you wearing it," I whispered, but loud enough for Penny to hear. Penny caught the jest of our whispering quickly and added, "Yes, but he'll want us to model them for him, including panties, bra, and stockings." Penny winked and I returned her gesture. Danielle whispered and smiled broadly, "It's a deal," offering her hand. I took the offered hand and the clerk asked, "Did you say something sir? Your total is $196.00 even." "No ma'am, she was just saying I spent too much on her," I said passing the plastic card. "Sir, let me assure you the dresses look wonderful and," she leaned and whispered loud enough for not only me, but Penny and Danielle to hear, "they'll give you an instant erection when you see them in person." She winked for Penny and Danielle's benefit, drawing broad smiles and nods from each. The girls each took a package and an arm as they proudly followed my lead from the store. "Just a minute dad," Penny said and pulled on my arm stopping me instantly. She pulled Danielle aside and they whispered among themselves a minute. I saw each head nodding and they returned to my side smiling. Penny looked at Danielle and nodded. "Mr. Marshall, would you leave us for a few minutes please? I mean, wouldn't you like to have a drink, the food court is open?" Danielle asked seductively. I didn't know what they planned, but I knew it would be in my best interest. When they put their heads together, I could consider myself a winner in some instances, a definite loser in other situations. There was no in-between. Either way, they knew I would submit to their wishes for the good, or their demands, even though I was in disagreement. I submitted by nodding. Lifting my head arrogantly, I walked toward the food court and heard each snicker. I sat in the food court nursing a soda, and watching the young girls. It was evident it was Sunday afternoon when I saw families and teens. Many of the fathers carried the same thoughts I carried because their eyes wandered, especially when a nice looking girl, a pair of girls, or a couple strolled by them. It appeared to be an as short as you dare day from the looks of skirts the majority of the girls wore. I saw two girls and recognized them from school, however they were too busy sashaying to notice me sitting alone. They wore skirts that would have Mr. Porterman raving, and definitely a trip home for each to change into more suitable school wear. I had to do a double take, along with a gulp, when I saw Penny and Danielle approaching. They were wearing the style they conned me into buying. They weren't wearing the same dresses they modeled for me earlier because these were much shorter. There wasn't anything unusual about the dresses, just shifts with a thin tie-belt, which accentuated the waist. The plunging neckline appeared much deeper, and the length, much, much shorter than modeled. Penny wore a beautiful smile and Danielle had a smile, but there was also a look of worry on her face. I took a deep breath as they came closer, realizing I had been taken once more. I wanted them to know I wasn't fooled and spoke before either had a chance. "I know a switch-a-roo when I see it," I said, looking one to the other. Danielle colored with embarrassment; however, Penny hugged me and whispered, "No, we thought you would like these much better." "You thought, or Danielle?" I whispered in return. "Do you approve?" Penny asked stepping back and making a full turn. I couldn't deny I didn't like the dresses, and both knew I did when my erection pressed against my trousers. Slipping her hand in the crook of my arm she asked, "Dad we need high heels to match." I had a girl on each arm and I was mush in their hands. My thoughts were questioning, how were they going to sit and try on heels? I knew I was going to stand back and watch as each tried on new shoes when we walked into the store and saw two young male sales clerks. Danielle was an exhibitionist, of this, I was positive. At the moment, I was more interested in watching my daughter. It crossed my mind several times, but I felt she was going to prove she was just as willing to tease as Danielle was. ------- Chapter 5 Danielle was an exhibitionist. Her eyes never met my own, although I sat across from the teasing pair. I not only had a perfect view of her panty-covered pussy, she leaned several times to display her breasts. Penny was less obvious exposing her pussy and breasts, though I attributed that to my presence. Penny cut her eyes in my direction several times. Each time I saw her drop her foot to the floor, or she would close her legs. The short dresses left nothing to the imagination. I became erect before the sales clerks partially blocked my view, and each girl immediately captured the clerks' undivided attention. We were the only customers for more than ten minutes. The girls took every advantage to show their legs and panty covered pussies. Several times, each laid their breasts in the clerks' faces. When a family of four came into the store, I was somewhat surprised when the girls became proper young ladies. I assumed they would continue to tease and excite the clerks but that wasn't the case. Now the girls, ecstatic wearing their new purchases, insisted on window-shopping. I followed behind and enjoyed their sensual walk. I declined to carry their bulky shopping bags assuming this would cut the time they strolled aimlessly. I forgot about the time until my stomach began informing me it missed lunch. Deciding not to eat in the mall cafeteria, we loaded their purchases in the car and drove to a secluded restaurant. They kept up a constant chatter as we ate, keeping me in stitches with their clowning antics. It was hard to believe a few hours earlier my daughter stood before me naked and later served me as a wanton slut. She looked innocent as she made joke after joke, bringing tears to Danielle's eyes from hard laughter. After the terrific filling meal, I refused dessert, although I watched each devour two servings. I began joking about gaining pounds and inches as they made quick work of the second. That was a mistake because each turned on me and I suffered the brunt of their tongue-lashings until we left the restaurant. In minutes, I learned how cruel women could be with a fiery tongue. I wasn't that much out of shape, but being compared to every overweight teacher in the school was grotty. They saw my expression, knew they hit a sensitive area, and worked it for many minutes. Danielle soon came to my defense and cooperatively they quickly changed from condemning me and began with praises. When they crowded me, one teen body pressing on either side, I determined it was time to leave the restaurant. This was a precautionary move to save me from personal embarrassment. There was no way I could withstand their teasing and soft touches while maintaining my composure. My prick was throbbing and my trousers were too confining. They decided it was time to return to the hotel and model their purchases. Hearing this, my prick became uncomfortable confined in my trousers. The realization struck me after we entered our room. Penny expected me to make love to her while her friend watched. My hands were shaking as I mixed a drink at the bar. I wasn't a prude, but it had been years since Nancy and I had last made love before an audience. Never had we planned to make love in the open, and it had been impulsive in each case. We made love in the backseat of the car on occasion, but each time we were in darkened parking lots. As I recall, each time was also a result of my having a few too many on a Friday night although Nancy was willing to make love with me anytime and anyplace. Two or three times, I couldn't remember exactly, we looked up to find someone staring in the window at us. The only time I could remember us putting on a show in the daytime was on a hiking trip seven or eight years earlier. On that occasion, Nancy and I thought we were safe only to learn that we made love in the open before two teenaged couples. The couples startled us by clapping as we each reached the ultimate passion point. My hands continued to shake as I raised the glass to my lips. My daughter and her friend were in the bathroom changing, and I was convinced each modeling episode would be more provocative. I had to change my current thought pattern to calm my nerves; my entire body was trembling from anxiety. I tried to picture Irving Porter, Danielle's father, a bank president and the chairperson of the boosters club, sucking and fucking his daughter. Although we were friends for many years I never figured him out. Even though he was over six feet tall, he appeared bulky at two hundred plus. I knew looks didn't come into play. He didn't appear to be that much of a lover, although he had to have something going somewhere because he had a strong marriage. Irving was one of those men that had to remember to shake hands with a firm grip. When we met, and he wasn't in the bank, I hated to shake the offered hand. To me, it was like grasping a soft baby's ass. Even more strange, I tried to imagine Penny watching them. I had heard rumors Irving and Rachel, Danielle's mother, had visited nudist camps, but that was in the hush-hush category. To my knowledge, it was unsubstantiated. Frankly speaking, over the years, I spent several hundred hours with Irving and Rachel and never heard the subject mentioned. Our daughters were lifelong friends; Nancy and I socialized with the Porters, Irving and Rachel, often. Rachel, long and lean, was easy on the eyes. She stood eyeball to eyeball with me, and if you wanted to get technical, she may have stood an eighth of an inch more than my five-eleven. She seldom wore a bra and her blouse often fell open when she leaned, therefore I had the glorious opportunity to gaze at her small 32A's on more occasions than I could count. I didn't realize it at first, not until I felt the one-eyed Mr. Johnson struggling to push through my trousers, that I was no longer shaking. Rachel Porter gave me an erection 99% of the times I saw her. Her small breast, topped by huge nipples, was eroticism to the max in my humble opinion. I knew of only one other set of nipples, which gave me greater satisfaction, and they were strictly out of bounds. They were on the chest of a fourteen-year-old student, Suelyn Freeman. Suelyn attended our school only one year before her family moved. I felt fortunate because she was in one of my classes that a year. Her father was of Spanish descent and her mother was Asian. The combination provided Suelyn with the longest, darkest black hair imaginable. If ever there was a student I wanted, she was the one. She gave me in an instant erection the day she walked into my classroom, and every day thereafter, the remainder of the year. I had much prettier girls in my class but, none affected me in the manner such as she affected me. She was tiny, her stature nearer to a 10-year-old than that of her actual age. She didn't have breast per se, just huge nipples that were impossible to hide. She never wore a bra. Her rearing was actually a problem. She never looked me in the eyes when we had reason to converse. In fact, each time I spoke to her, her head appeared to bow at the same time my prick began to rise up. I walked past her desk many times, each time pausing shortly to look down the top of her blouse. Each day she wore a white button up blouse, a pleated skirt that struck her two inches above her knees, and white ankle socks. Her nipples were the size of a quarter and stood one-half inch under normal circumstances. When they became erect, they doubled in length to one inch and possibly more. Often they would become hard when I spoke to her and I felt it was because she was looking directly at to my growing erection. At least that's what I wanted to think. The second occasion we were alone, the temptation was so great I actually let my hand slide across her chest. I made the excuse to be that of an accident, but I knew she didn't believe me. The girls giggling, and Penny calling to me, brought me back to the moment and reality. "Dad, close your eyes and we'll tell you when you can open them," Penny called out in a loud tone. Once again, my body began trembling due to anxiety, intrigued I replied, "I won't keep them closed long." I heard snickering and opened my eyes before I was told to do so. "OH SHIT!" I exclaimed. I expected then to come out in short, teasing dresses, but that wasn't the case. Each girl went through a set of poses wearing only panties and bra. The bras were skimpy, but the panties were the tiniest piece of material imaginable. Mr. Johnson became hard and like never before I could feel an ache in my balls. The show went on but it was a strip show in reverse. When they entered the room the second time, they were dressed in tiny panties and a blouse. I don't know what I expected but it was a slight disappointment. The disappointment became exciting as each time they reentered the room they appeared more sensational. They were definitely amateurs and because of that they were sensational. They were themselves, having fun and teasing (tormenting) at the same time... The mixing and matching of outfits was a surprise, but also eroticism to the max. When they demonstrated the first short skirt I was treated to a moment of sheer joy when they flashed bare pussy. I expected to be flashed when they modeled the second skirt but it was not to be. They were teasers, collaborators, and each revisit was something new and unexpected. The second skirt modeled was sans bra and blouse. I was treated to a minute of watching four hardened nipples pointed in my direction. The moment came when I received the biggest shock of all, they modeled stockings. They walked into the room wearing the newly purchased high heeled shoes and stockings, but the ultimate thrill -- that was all they wore. It had been many years since I last visited a bar with strippers. Penny and Danielle placed a chair in the center of the room and began a routine, moving gracefully around the chair and using it as a prop. I sat, my head following their movements reminding me of a strippers move. I felt a touch of shame as I watched them move and realized I lusted after my daughter and her best friend. My erection was prominent when each waltzed in my direction, close enough to lightly caress the bulge in my trousers. I had my hand slapped several times when I reached for a nearby tit. I was certain I couldn't be any more aroused than I was at that instant. I wanted them both and I had to admit I had thoughts of jumping up, throwing them to the floor, and fucking them without regards to their feelings. The bed was too great of a distance, that was my thought. I thought the show was over when each stood before me holding hands. Boy was I wrong. They turned to face one another, staring as though they were trying to stare the other down. Actually, they were gradually moving closer to one another I realized when their breasts met. They were nipple to nipple when their heads leaned slowly forward until their lips met. The sight before me was erotic. Lips and nipples were lightly touching while their arms hung loosely at their sides. If I hadn't witnessed it I would never believe a woman could come by nipples rubbing against her nipples. It happened and I watched as Danielle's body began trembling. Shortly a soft moan escaped her lips. Danielle began swaying and Penny reached her arms out and pulled her close, but Danielle's body continued to tremble. The trembles diminished slowly and after they stopped the girls remained unmoving half a minute. Their lips met again and this time the kiss was deep, hard, and passionate. I watched intently as hands began traveling and searching while it was obvious their tongues were as active, if not more so. Danielle's body began shaking again and this time her moans were noticeably stronger as was the trembling of her body. Her orgasm was strong if the shaking of her body and the cries emitted were an indication. I was slightly disappointed when it was Danielle that came to me and had me stand. I say slightly because when she began loosening my trousers our eyes met. I could see the pleasure she was receiving as she slowly undressed me. Once more I received a slap on the hand when I reached out to touch her. The look she gave me was sympathetic although understanding. She stepped aside and Penny moved closer, standing in front of me but out of reach. I stared at her gorgeous body, moaning as she caressed her "C's" and tortured her nipples. Each nipple was hard and erect when she lowered her hands and began caressing her bald pussy. One hand worked vigorously on her clit while the other worked fingers in and out of her opening. I was erect and super hard. Danielle moved behind Penny and pulled her hands behind her back. Danielle's hands covered each breast and once more Penny was receiving a massage. Danielle had her nipples firm and erect when she began tugging and pulling on them roughly. Penny moaned and Danielle seemed to pull harder, stretching her nipples to the extreme. Penny's tone changed and I was certain she began enjoying the tit torture. Nevertheless, Danielle's hands dropped to Penny's pussy and it was as if her moves were practiced. One hand worked on her clit while the other plunged in and out of Penny's opening. Danielle was forcing four fingers into Penny and Penny was thrusting against her hand. It was Penny's turn and her body began trembling. Danielle kept her hands busy until Penny gave a loud lingering moan and appeared to relax. Danielle carefully guided her to the bed and laid her on her back. Danielle motioned me closer but raised her hand to stop me before I reached the bed. I thought I was being offered Penny's body but it was Danielle who forced my daughter's legs apart and lowered her face to the bald pussy. I was listening to my daughter moaning, watching her twisting body while guiding Danielle's face. At the same time I was watching Danielle's ass twisting side to side pointed teasingly at me. Penny's moans became a crescendo when Danielle quickly stood and stepped away from the bed. "I believe she's ready for you now," Danielle said wiping her hand across her pussy juice covered mouth. I moved quickly and centered my prick over my daughter's cunt. I entered her wet pussy easily forcing my full length into her. Her body temperature seemed much greater than my own because her pussy felt extremely hot on my prick. Her lungs and legs went around me immediately, pulling me tightly against her body while her lips sought mine. It was difficult to force myself in and out of her pussy because she had her legs locked securely around my ass. It was just as well I had to take short strokes because as it was I didn't last more than a minute before I felt my prick pulsing. I heard my moan as I emptied the contents of my ball sack into her, forcing my sperm as deep as possible in her pussy. The moment seemed perfect when I looked up and saw Danielle sitting at the head of the bed working four fingers viciously in her pussy. A smile fell across her face when she saw me watching her hands. The smile remained even after she closed her eyes and tortured her pussy with her fingers when mini-convulsions took over her body. ------- I eased out of the bed not wanting to wake Penny or Danielle. I had to piss in the worst way and made my way to the bathroom. I felt as though I was a different person when I returned to the room, surprised to see Danielle sitting at the bar. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you," I remarked. "I wasn't sleeping, I was daydreaming," she said grinning. "Daydreaming at night, that's a new one," I said chuckling. "I was thinking about the future, and how pleasant it could be." "Could be? -- You have doubts about your future?" I inquired. "Not exactly my future, more like the future we'll have," she said hesitantly. "Our future, are you including you and me?" "Yes, I'm concerned because Nancy reminded me I was your student and you never involved yourself with a student. I don't think it's fair but I understand you could get in trouble, big trouble." "Very big trouble, my job, my family, and my freedom," I remarked. "That's what dad said also," she said softly and sighed. "Your dad knows what he's talking about," I said. "It just doesn't seem fair," she said through clenched teeth. "I know, but life isn't always fair. I'm going to have a drink would you care for one?" I inquired. That brought a smile to her face and she nodded. "Of course I could get you drunk and take advantage of you," I remarked. "Mr. Marshall, you wouldn't have to get me drunk, you can take advantage of me any time. I would willingly submit if I thought you were serious," she said grinning. "Thank you, that's a wonderful compliment." I didn't think it possible but I felt my prick rising when I saw her eyes drop. It was 11 p.m. and I had cum three times after the noon hour and two times in the morning. I would have a tough time convincing Nancy of that because four times was the most we made love in one day. That was when I was much younger and the need for sex much greater. I mixed the drinks and walked around the portable bar and took a seat, leaving the stool in the center vacant. I turned to face her and spread my legs allowing her an unhampered view of my prick and balls. She was observant because she turned to face me and spread her legs. Her slit was barely parted, but I wanted to see more. I spread my legs wide and waited. It took her several seconds and a half dozen glances from her pussy to her eyes before she understood. I expressed my appreciation by nodding and smiling when I saw her parted pussy. She was excited and her tiny clit stood proudly exposed. I looked at her tits and her nipples were equally erect. I could see the redness surrounding her pussy and remembered she had masturbated each time Penny and I made love. Her pussy had received a work out in a few short hours. The loud ringing of the phone reminded us there were others on this planet. I answered quickly not wanting the ringing to wake Penny. "Norm, obviously I didn't wake you as you answered on the first ring. I was calling to see how your day went, actually Penny's day," Nancy said after hearing my voice. "I don't believe you will hear a complaint from her," I said looking at Danielle and smiling. "I'll vouch for that," Danielle stated loud enough for Nancy to hear. "That wasn't Penny, who else is in the room with you?" Nancy inquired. "Danielle, Penny called her this morning and she is sitting here tormenting me by playing with her pussy," I remarked. Danielle's eyes enlarged to the size of silver dollars and her mouth opened, emitting a groan. "You're obviously trying to shock her," Nancy said and laughed softly. "I'll have to tell you about it in person, but first, why the call and how are Rebecca and Jennifer?" "Rebecca is with friends, it's just Jenny and I," she replied and chuckled. "That chuckle makes me think I'm not getting the full story," I remarked. "You're very observant but I'll have to tell you when we're alone." "That sounds interesting," I said with a chuckle. "Could I speak to Penny?" "Penny is asleep but I'll wake her," I remarked. "No, don't wake her. I'll call her tomorrow, I love you. Hugs and kisses," she said before the line went dead. Our conversation didn't last two minutes but that was enough time for Danielle to crawl back into the bed and cuddle with Penny. I finished my drink and climbed into the far side of the bed beside Penny. ------- I woke and stretched my arm across the bed. I expected to feel a soft body and was disappointed. I was in bed and alone. It was strange but I could identify Penny and Danielle's lingering perfume aroma on the bedding. I was inhaling deeply and savoring their aroma when Penny walked from the bathroom toweling her hair dry. Her bare breast swaying with her movements sent a thrill through my lusting body. "That's a wonderful sight the first thing in the morning," I remarked. "What time is it," I said after looking at the clock only to see the telephone blocked the dial. "A few minutes past nine, you missed Danielle by fifteen minutes," she said. "I'm sorry I missed her if she's as beautiful in the morning as you are," I said staring at her swaying breasts. "She is beautiful, morning, noon, or night." "How was she feeling this morning? Did she complain of any soreness?" I asked. Penny nodded and asked, "Yes, how did you know?" "We were up a few minutes at the same time last night and I could see her pussy was red. I just assumed she would be sore this morning because she had a workout yesterday." "It was and she did. But she said something complimentary this morning," Penny said smiling. "I assume you want me to ask what she said, so I'm asking." "She said she would do it again today, tomorrow and everyday for the next week, just to have you to make love to her," Penny said. "That's something I need to think about seriously," I remarked. "Dad, mom called and I told her how pleased I was with you as a father and a lover," Penny said walking toward me and cupping her breast as though offering them to me. "I love you too sweetheart, and it's been a wonderful weekend. What else did Nancy have to say?" I asked. "She said to remind you that we had the remainder of the week to become acquainted." "That sounds like something she would say," I stated. "Dad, mom said you knew some wonderful games but she was vague and wouldn't explain further. What was she talking about?" Penny asked. "I don't remember exactly but I believe we have Scrabble and Monopoly, and there may be a couple more in the hall closet." "Dad, that's what I thought but she said it's not. She's speaking of adult games and she said to remind you that my weekend was over and catering to me was officially over." "The weekend may be over but believe me I will always remember it." "I understand now why you didn't ask for anything and that you did everything to please me. For that, mom suggested I cater to you the remainder of the week, in other words your wish is my command. I have to be honest with you, mom made several suggestions. Rachel, Danielle's mom, made a suggestion that I have dreamed of for months. Mom hinted at it and when I told her Rachel's suggestion she was surprised. She agreed and told me it was an excellent idea" "What was the suggestion, you have me wondering?" "She said I should offer myself to you, body and soul, otherwise become your concubine and slave." "You're kidding!" I exclaimed and I realized I almost shouted. "No, I'm not kidding. In fact, I'll call mom if you don't think she agreed with me." "That's not necessary," I said. "Yes it is!" Penny remarked and walked to the phone on the far side of the suite. "Besides, I'm fully awake now and I want to ask her more questions." Penny and Nancy spoke almost twenty minutes before Penny offered me the phone. I picked up the instrument on the nightstand and announced to Nancy I was on the line. On the three way conversation I mostly listened, still not believing their conversation. The conversation extended to twenty minutes and when mom and daughter convinced me they were sincere I hung up my extension at their request. They spoke for another ten minutes before Penny hung up and approached me, stopping just out of reach. "Well, what do you say?" she said smiling. "You're positive?" I asked. "Yes! -- Anything you want, all you need do is ask," she said smiling. "I can think of some things that would remove that smile from your face," I remarked. "I don't believe that, try me." I stared at her a moment returning her smile. She was pretty sure of herself and I wondered how far she would actually go. A moment later my thoughts changed and I wondered just how far I would go. I knew there had to be limits because she was my daughter. "Okay, so I believe you but what are the limits?" "Well -- I know you love me and won't do me physical harm, with that aside I don't believe there are any limits. You heard what mom said and I agree with her. We... I... I'm yours to use and abuse," she said boldly with authority. I thought for a moment and gazed at her beautiful body. She was correct in assuming I wouldn't do her bodily harm but she didn't consider I would mess with her mind. I thought of the numerous things I'd overheard students tried or did which could be considered embarrassing. Then again there were students that couldn't be embarrassed. "Are you sure you want to do this? Your mom could be just setting you up and change her mind when she returns home. Have you thought of that?" "Dad, I believe you're trying to weasel your way out but it will not work, I'm adamant," she replied in a stern accusing voice. The tone set me back and it was that same tone which convinced me to accept her challenge. She acquired one of her mother's traits, stubbornness. She expressed being adamant and I was just as determined, I would remove that smile from her face. I felt my prick rise to a full erection at the thought of her meeting my demands. "Have you had breakfast?" I asked cheerfully. "No, I haven't been up that much longer than you. I've been up just long enough for the conversation with mom, watch Danielle hurriedly dress, and to shower." Taking the towel from her, I stood, folded the towel, and dropped it on the floor. She watched the towel hit the floor and then lifted her eyes and asked, "Why did you do that?" "It's for you to place your knees on for comfort. I'm going to feed you breakfast," I said softly. "You're going to do what?" She asked with a confused look on her face. "I'm going to feed you breakfast. I'm going to fuck you and feed you my sperm," I remarked and pressed on her shoulders. "Oh, you want me to suck your prick, give you a blowjob? I know the term you can say it," she stated crisply. "No it's not a blowjob. Place your hands behind your back and interlock your fingers. I'm going to skull fuck you, and other words I'm going to fuck your mouth and shoot my sperm down your throat. Keep your hands behind you, now do you understand?" I asked. She was smiling and looking up at me said, "I've wanted to do this." Her mouth went to my prick as my hands went behind her head. When she opened her mouth I pulled against her head, forcing my prick against the back of her throat. She coughed, sputtered, and brought her hands up to push against my legs, forcing my prick from her mouth. She was coughing and wheezing when I stepped back and walked to the bathroom. I removed the belt from the robe hanging on the door and returned to her. Stopping behind her I leaned and whispered in her ear, "You're not supposed to use your hands, put them behind you." She complied but attempted to pull her hands from behind her when she felt the robe. I was faster, I had a loop formed and pulled it tight. It held her hands together and I wound the built around her to wrist leaving enough to tie it. I stepped in front of her and saw the tears in her eyes before she said, "You pushed too hard, you pushed it into my throat." "That's right, get ready because I'm going to do it again. I'm going to skull fuck you and that means forcing my prick into your mouth as far as it will go. It will go into your windpipe so you may want to think about breathing," I said pressing my prick head against her lips. She held her lips tightly pressed together, refusing to accept my prick in her mouth. I reached down and squeezed her nose. Unless she opened her mouth she couldn't breathe. Without the ability to breathe through her nose, she lasted about five seconds. When she opened her mouth to take a breath, she took my prick. I forced it deep into her throat and felt her muscles resisting. I didn't give them time to close over my prick because the first dozen strokes were fast. I wanted to get in and out before her gag factor took control. She fought the first dozen thrusts before she seemed to relax. It would be impossible to explain the feeling after she relaxed her throat. I could feel my prick head bouncing against the back of her throat until she seemed to lean into my body. After she leaned into me my prick wasn't bouncing off anything, but I could feel her muscles massaging my prick when I slowed my thrusting. The feeling was one I never imagined; it was sensational and far different than a blowjob. I lasted possibly five minutes before I felt my prick head swell and her throat muscles tighten. A sound came from between my lips I had never made before, one of pure ecstasy. I continued plunging into her throat until she drained me fully. I removed my prick from her mouth and untied the belt securing her hands. I was looking down at her as she looked up to me, tears still filling her eyes. I reached under her arms and lifted her to her feet, pulling her close. Her arms went around me and she held me for a few seconds. Raising her head our eyes met seconds before she pressed her lips against my own. Unexpectedly, she forced her tongue deep into my mouth as though she was trying to force it down my throat. I sucked on her tongue and she pressed against my face harder and began moaning. Her legs straddled mine and I could feel her forcing her pussy against my bare leg. I slipped a hand in between our bodies and pressed against her mound. She moaned into my mouth as she forced her pussy against my hand. Her pussy was wet and I curled three fingers into her opening. She began rocking on my fingers. I let her rock and within a minute she was pounding her pussy against my hand and suddenly she seemed to freeze, her body going stiff as she released a long moan into my mouth. One minute her body was stiff and the next she was as limp as a dishrag. I slipped one arm behind her thighs and lifted her, turned with her in my arms and laid her on the bed gently. I left her breathing rapidly and went to shower. I was in the middle of my shower when I heard her enter the bathroom. She used the toilet and the shower door opened slowly as she looked at me smiling. I extended a hand and she slipped inside the shower with me. "How do you feel?" I asked. "I feel great but I don't believe I'm ready for that again today, perhaps tomorrow," she said smiling. "Perhaps," I said with a smile. Pressing against me she said, "Mom was correct when she said I was like her. She said once I started fucking I wouldn't be able to stop. Is that the way she really is or is she just saying that? She said she wants to fuck everyday, just as Aunt Rebecca and Grandma." "Everyday," I said confirming her question. "Your mom will take you to the doctor next week and get you on birth control. That is a must." We lathered one another, taking our time, and then rinsed and dried each other. I was getting hungry and she smiled when she heard my stomach rumbling. "I can't feed you so do you think we can go to the restaurant for breakfast," she said laughing. "I believe we'll have to find a coffee shop somewhere. It's late and the restaurant is probably closed but we'll find someplace," I said. We walked out of the bathroom naked and she stopped in the center of the room, "I hate to dress, I have enjoyed being naked. What should I wear, I don't want to be over dressed," she emphasized chuckling. "High heel shoes, stockings, the second skirt you modeled yesterday and the thin blouse that matches," I said with a smile after I recalled the outfits they purchased and modeled. "Your wish is my command, remember. I can't go back on my word now," she said chuckling. "You are a little vixen. I can see I'm going to have to dig deep to fulfill your fantasies," I remarked. "Oh, goody!" She exclaimed. I dressed quickly before turning to watch her dress. When she walked across the floor I could see the tops of her stockings. She watched herself walking through the mirror and turned to me laughing. "I can see the tops of my stockings each time I take a step and you can see my areola and nipples in this blouse. I don't believe you want to take me anywhere we'll be recognized," she stated. "What are you saying?" I asked. "Well, Danielle said her father took her to the capital," she said and a mischievous smile formed on her face. "She said there were many things to do because the town is larger. She also emphasized there was less possibility of being seen by someone they know." "Where do you girls come up with these things? It's obvious you have devious minds when you worry of things such as being recognized," I said speaking seriously. "It's not only us girls; it was mom's suggestion this morning. She was laughing when she said we could get down and dirty but she's right. We're alone this week and we don't have to stay at home. We could just as easy drive to the capital and I promise you it will be worthwhile," she said with a serious expression on her face. "I can't believe I'm hearing this from my daughter." "Dad, I may be your daughter but I am also an inquisitive teenager. I have seen things on film, read things in books, and I've heard others speak of the unmentionable. I know I can not do each of them, but I can do some of them. Please, we may never get the opportunity again, and even then it could be several weeks." "Okay, we'll get something to eat and then drive to the capital. Your mind is more active that I ever imagined, much more," I stated. ------- The End ------- Posted: 2004-09-29 Last Modified: 2005-05-10 / 12:11:00 am ------- http://storiesonline.net/ -------