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Fathers Daughter-[03/13]

permanent  stud-in-waiting, that the hoorah started to die  down.
It  seemed that his nonchalance, and willingness to put  up  with
her promiscuous ways kept her coming back, as she had never  done
for  any of the other boys.  Billy knew that one man would  never
be  enough for the sex-obsessed teenager, and was happy that  she
preferred  him as her primary source of satisfaction.   He  could
feel the love developing between the two of them, and knew if  he
just  bided his time, she would probably say "Yes" when he  asked
her  to marry him.  In the mean time: "Since he was already  get-
ting  the milk free, why buy the cow?"  It was a standard  family
joke made even more funny by Marylin's oversized mammarys.
     Tonight,  Marylin would be joining them for dinner, but  the
two would stay at her parent's house that night.  Sometimes  they
slept  in Billy's room, and sometimes at her place.  Her  parents
had long-ago given up on controlling their child's sexual excess-
es, and were relatively relieved to see her confining most of her
sexual activity to just one partner.  Billy was almost as welcome
at  her house, as at his own, because they saw in him a  possible
permanent solution.
     At  the moment, Billy was on his way to pick up Marylin  for
dinner  at his house, then back to hers, for a night of  sleeping
together.   If they actually got any sleep that is.  The boy  had
left  early, because Marylin had promised him a 'quickie'  if  he
hurried.
     Arlene  sighed to herself.  Her "little" boy, was almost  as
oversexed  as the blond bombshell he was screwing.  Look what  he
had  done with his innocent little sister.  She started  giggling
at  the new train of thought, as she considered what  the  "inno-
cent" little girl was planning.  Well, maybe not so innocent.

     John  Stockdale was sweating as he reached out to  push  the
button  beside the door.  He glanced at his watch.   Precisely  2
minutes  to 6.  The man considered waiting another minute or  two
to be exactly on time.  He hated it when guests showed up  early
at his house.  Finally, he decided that by the time the  doorbell
was answered, and introductions had been made, the point would be
moot.   "BING!  bong."  Went the bell, and the door  jumped  open
startling  him.  Cindy had been following her  mother's  instruc-
tions, and was soaking in the hot-tub ready to jump out when  the
family had announced the arrival of his car.  She had jumped  out
of the tub, and had been waiting, dripping, on the hallway floor,
for  him to press the button.  It had seemed like  an  incredibly
long 2 minutes.
     The  handsome  man  was almost floored by  the  vision  that
appeared  in the doorway.  The girl, ("No, make that woman."   He
thought.)  framed  in the light of the lowering  sun  was  almost
naked.   She had obviously just gotten out of some kind of  pool,
because  her  hair was soaked, and dangling in strings,  and  she
wore  a tiny bikini that didn't hide a single one of her  charms.
     The two tiny, almost transparent, triangles that covered her
budding  breasts  were plastered down, and John  could  see  each
erect  nipple  through the gauzy wet cloth.  The  third  triangle
vanished  into the crack of her pouting vagina,  actually  inside
the lips, instead of covering them.  (Her mother had worked hard,
to get just the right effect.)  The result was overpowering.  She
would  have  been a lot less desirable looking if  she  had  been
merely naked.
   "Oh Mr. Stockdale!"  Cindy exclaimed.  The nubile young girl
jumped  at  him  with childish glee, and wrapping  her  wet  arms
around his neck, and gave him an open mouthed kiss that made  the
one he had gotten the other day seem like one from a maiden aunt.
   She pushed her lively little tongue between his teeth, and almost
down his throat, then wiggled her wet squirmy body so close  that
he felt she had been plastered to his front.  He had to put  his
arms  around the squirming child to keep his balance.  The  man's
arms  automatically wrapped themselves around the excited  little
girl, and he couldn't help but be turned on by the feeling of her
wet  naked skin.  It had been a long time, since he had  a  naked
woman  in  his  arms, and never one so young  and  eager.   Being
handsome  had it's advantages, but never had a woman  (Child,  he
corrected  himself as he remembered her age.) come onto him  like
this.
   All  of a sudden, her age, the reason he been  called  over,
and  the  situation as it must look to her family caused  him  to
break  out  in a cold sweat.  He was dead!   His  school-teaching
career was finished.  They'd probably lock him up and throw  away
the  key until he was so old he wouldn't know what to do  with  a
woman, let alone be able to fuck one.
   Cindy  felt the man go stiff with shock in her  arms.   "Now
what's  wrong?"   She  thought.  "What's  wrong?"   She  put  the
thought into words.
   "Your parents!" the desperate man gasped.
John  managed to hold onto a ray of hope.  Maybe nobody  had
noticed.   The faint glimmer died when he saw an older  woman  at
the  head  of the stairs.  She had obviously  been  watching  the
reaction   her offspring's attire and activity had  been  causing.
Catching the man's eye, she smiled, and John almost fainted  with
relief.    Her  mother wasn't angry!  In fact, she  seemed  almost
pleased  as  she ushered her guest into the living  room  with  a
volley of words:
"Well why don't you invite the poor man in Cindy?"
"Shame on you.  Don't you have any manners?"
"You must be John Stockdale.  I see you and Cindy know  each
other"  This last with a sparkle in her eyes and voice that  left
the man wondering.  Didn't she mind?
The woman was still fairly good looking for her forty years.
Time seemed to have gone easy on the fair skin and sensuous body.
The  woman's continuous friendly chatter gathered up  her  errant
child and soon-to-be lover and deposited the two of them,  alone,
in  the little girl's bedroom, without John Stockdale ever  being
able to figure out later, how it was done.
"Now you two sit right down here, and discuss your  problem,
while I finish fixing dinner"  The woman exited through the door,
and he heard the latch click.  The silence was deafening.
"Our problem?"  He finally managed to inquire.
"Well, My problem actually." The girl looked up at him hope-
fully.
"Uh?"  He encouraged.
"I'm a virgin."
"So?"  John Stockdale was not one to be pushed.
"So, I want you help me not-be one."
The   older man felt his ears turning red.  Alone in  a  room
with a nubile young girl who wanted him to take her virginity was
every man's wet-dream, but this was unheard of!  He temporized.
"You What?"  He exclaimed.
"I want you to make love to me.  Take my virginity.  Pop  my
cherry.    Bust my hymen.  Tap my. . ."  She seemed about to  con-
tinue, when he interrupted:
"Ok.   I get the message."  He paused.  "Your parents  would
kill me."
   "Mr.  Stockdale."  He got the feeling he was an idiot  child
being addressed by an adult.
   "Yes." If he was going to be addressed as a child, he  would
answer as one.
   "Who's bedroom are we in?"
   "Yours."
   "You're a man, I'm a woman, well girl."  She amended.
   He  looked at her and had to agree again.   Very  definitely
female.
   "I'm almost naked right?"
   John had to agree.  Almost was right!
   "Who brought us here?"
   "Your mother."  The light was beginning to dawn.
   "Did you hear the door lock when Mommy left?"
   He  had,  and he could now see where this  conversation  was
heading.
   "You may not have noticed, but we passed Daddy in the  hall.
   Did you see him?"
   He shook his head.
   "Well  he was there, and he saw US." she emphasized.   "Now,
for the sixty four thousand dollar question."  She paused.
   "What?"  He couldn't help himself.  He had to find out  what
she was getting at.
   "How many Chaperones, do you see in this in this room?"
   "You don't mean?" It was too much, he choked.
   "Mommy and Daddy know I chose you.  They want my first  time
to be nice, Not some hurried "wham, bam, thank-you-mam"  in  the
back  seat  of a jalopy.  They like you.   More  important,  they
trust you.  Do you know what I mean?"
   He  did,  but another thought occurred.  This  had  happened
before.
   "Cindy, you don't expect me to marry you do you?"  He had to
ask.   Other  women had tried the same trap, and her  age  didn't
mean she was safe.
   Cindy  gave him a smile that warmed the whole room like  the
sun coming out.
   "John.   Do  you mind if I call you John, now  that  I'm  no
longer in your class?"
   "Please do."
   "John."   She savored the word.  "If, when I get older,  you
decided you wanted me to spend the rest of my life with you,  and
asked me to, I might say yes.  Right now, I'm just a horny  young
virgin,  who wants to get laid, and you're the man I  picked  for
the job.  No more, No less."
   "That's quite an honor in itself."  He replied shook by  the
child's wisdom.
   "Then you will?"  Cindy held her breath.
   "I'll do my best."
At  these quiet words, Cindy exploded with  glee.   Wrapping
her nearly naked body around the man, she began covering him with
kisses  and  hugs so that he felt nearly  smothered.   Responding
freely  this  time, he ran his big hands all over  her  squirming
little body.  Feeling her nubile young tits, and running his hand
down her flat little belly and slipping his finger into the crack
between her legs.  The feel of her soft naked skin was enough  to
drive a man wild.
The man was about to pull off the girl's bikini, when  there
was an interruption.
"Supper's  ready,  you two in there."  The gruff  voice  ob-
viously belonged to the girl's father.
"Just  a minute Daddy!"  The child's voice was  two  octaves
higher.
"This'll  have to do for now."  Cindy said as  she  snuggled
her near naked body up to his and gave him a last  tongue-sucking
kiss that made his hair stand on end.
"Wow!  When  she  gets a little older!"   He  thought,  then
gathered his mysteriously unbuttoned pants back together as  they
made  themselves  presentable for dinner.  He  watched  as  Cindy
slipped into a baby-doll nightie that, if anything, made her look
sexier than just the bikini alone.
Noticing his glance, she reassured him.  "Don't worry.  It's
just Family."
"Some family." Was his thought as the barely dressed  little
girl led him out the door, and into the kitchen where dinner  was
just getting underway.
   That  evening, John knew he would remember every minute  of,
until the day he died.  He would probably dream of it when he was
lying in his coffin.  The thing that impressed him most, was  the
very  ordinariness.   The  way everybody acted as  if  there  was
absolutely nothing unusual going on.
   The  first thing he noticed, was all the  reassuring  smiles
everybody gave him, as the welcome chatter of the effusive  woman
led  him over to the crowded table and ushered him into  a  chair
where Cindy was squeezed in alongside.  Everyone seemed genuinely
glad  to see him, and he couldn't detect a trace of phoniness  in
their cordial greetings.
   "Hi  Mr. Stockdale"  This was from a 16 year old boy  (young
man,  he corrected himself) John recognized from his class  of  5
years ago.  Now he placed the boy (man) as Cindy's older brother.
   The  teenager grinned at him, then gave an even bigger  approving
smile at his Cindy.  Cindy smiled back as she snuggled closer.
A second "Hello Mr. Stockdale" directed his attention to the
woman who was sitting next to his former student.  What a  woman!
If Cindy was dressed to arouse, this woman was a walking  invita-
tion  to  rape.  The first thing you noticed (couldn't  help  but
notice) was her enormously overdeveloped breasts.  These topped a
petite little body that seem to exude sex.  The hips were wiggled
at him with a sensuous promise that implied "anything  you  see,
that you like, you can have."  He rethought his earlier estimate.
It would  be impossible to rape someone who was  that  obviously
willing.   This incredible body was encased in a  miniskirt  that
seemed  to  have been painted on.  The skirt was so  short,  John
realized  he would be able to see the indentation of the  woman's
slit in her panties, even when she stood up.  As for when she sat
down. . . John felt himself get hot under the collar.  The  dress
must  have  been cut to exact fit, because her  enormous  breasts
stretched  the  fabric without a wrinkle.  He realized  he  could
make out the bumps of nipples through the fabric.  She  obviously
wasn't wearing a bra, even with that exaggerated bosom.
   John  was finally able to force his popping  eyeballs  above
the woman's neckline, and received a shock.  This wasn't a woman.
It was  just a girl!  He recognized the attractive face  of  the
teenager  from the same class as Billy Macon, and  wondered  what
she was doing there.
   "Don't  mind Marylin."  Came the admonition from  his  table
partner.   "She fucks everybody. . . Can't help it.  If you  ever
need  a  piece, just call Marylin."  This astonishing  morsel  of
advice  from  the girl who so obviously had a crush on  him  just
about  floored John.  He looked over at the girls face above  the
twin cannons that were now directed at him.  The huge mammarys of
the  girl swayed as she made a "mew" of her face at  Cindy,  then
nodded to confirm the younger girls statement.

     John's  embarrassment was cut short by two squeaky  "Hi  Mr.
Stockdale."'s from his left.  It was obvious that the two  child-
ren  sitting next to him, were not only brother and  sister,  but
miniature versions of Billy and Cindy.  He suddenly realized,  he
was  looking  at  2 of his prospective students for  the  next  2
years.   As he gravely said hello, the 10 and  9-year-old  young-
sters  lapsed into embarrassed silence.  After all, what  do  you
say to the teacher who's class everybody seemed to dread, but who
turned a smile like that on you?
     The  schoolteacher  ("Turned child-rapist."  He  thought  to
himself.)  next turned to meet the person he had  been  dreading.
The girl's father.
     George Macon knew what was going on in the man's mind by the
trapped-bird  look  the nervous pedagogue threw  his  way.   "The
man's trying desperately to smile." Was his thought, and knew  if
he didn't put the man at his ease, his daughter's night would  be
ruined,  and  it would be his fault.  "Well,"  He thought  as  he
approached  the other man with a welcome smile, and a  warm  out-
stretched  hand.  "My oversexed daughter does have good taste  in
men."
     George  put  the  thought into words, smiled  at  the  man's
raised eyebrows, and spoke the other thought that had been in his
mind  all evening.  "Just don't hurt my little girl."  This  cau-
tion was given in such a friendly positive manner, that John felt
complimented, as well as warned.
     The   friendly, chattering woman made it clear that  she  was
Cindy's  mother,  as she seated everyone, and  started  to  serve
dinner.
     Dinner  was a warm comfortable meal where  everybody  helped
themselves.  There was a constant background chatter about school
activities being wrapped-up, friends vacations being planned, and
other  beginning-of-summer activities.  The roasted  chicken  was
crisp  on  the  outside, and hot and juicy on  the  inside.   The
potatoes   were  real mashed potatoes with  a  wonderful  homemade
chicken gravy.  Everyone kept pressing him to: "Have some more of
this.",  and "Won't you try some of that."  until John felt  like
he  was  at his mother's house during one of her  famous  holiday
feeds.   During  the entire meal, Cindy clung to  his  side,  and
while she had joined in the friendly chatter, he noticed that she
had spent most of the time either listening, or just resting  her
head  on his shoulder.  All of a sudden, it seemed like  he was
doing  the right thing by being here, instead of  just  indulging
himself  in  some dirty-old-man's fantasy.  He  wrapped  his  arm
around  the sexy little girl, and enjoyed the warmth of her  body
as  she snuggled into his caress.  The other people at the  table
smiled  at  him, and he could feel the wave of  approval  at  his
loosening  up.   He decided: "If these people  didn't  mind.   He
shouldn't either."

     At this, the last bit of tenseness left him, and he began to
use  his  considerable diplomacy to be not only welcome  in  this
extraordinary  house, but to try and fit in.  He started  by  be-
friending the two shy children on his left.  After a short while,
he had the two youngsters giggling over a story about 2 fish  and
a  bear, his own father used to tell him when he was  their  age.
    Next, he  turned his attention on Cindy's mother, and won her
heart  by begging for a copy of the recipe for the chicken  gravy
that he had liked so much.  The two teenagers, he ingratiated  by
telling  a story about the school picnic 5 years ago that  filled
in the missing pieces of what, to the children of that class, had
been a mystery.
     "Do  you mean to tell me, that that's why there weren't  any
French-fries"  Snickered Marylin.
     "Well, we couldn't use the grease after that, you know."  He
replied.
     "Mrs.  Johnson must have been mortified.  I always  wondered
why  she moved to Arizona."  Billy was amused, but a  little  sad
also.   After  all,  Mrs. Johnson had been one  of  his  favorite
teachers.   He had once had a terrific crush on the pretty  young
teacher, and it had been a blow when she had moved out of state.
     John  Stockdale turned his attention to the man  sitting  at
the head of the table.
     George Macon was amused.  He had been watching the  progress
of his daughter's paramour's attention proceed around the  table.
   As the pedagogue gave each person his attention, George could see
the  care he took, and his admiration for the man increased.   By
the  time  John  had focused his attention on  him,  he  prepared
himself to be wowed.
     Instead of speaking, John just looked at George, raised  his
eyebrows  to show he knew his efforts were appreciated,  and  re-
turned his attentions to the comely wench whose machinations  had
started  this  wild scenario.  The "wench"  was  delighted.   Her
handsome soon-to-be lover, had made friends with her whole  family, =20
and  was obviously pleased with her as well.   She  shivered
with  delight, as she remembered how her mother had  planned  the
rest of the evening.
     John  Stockdale  got  up from his seat at  the  table.   His


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"Now  you two youngsters go in there, and have a good  time.
Cindy,  you  shouldn't  still be wearing that  swimsuit,  go  get
decent."	She chattered as she ushered her offspring back to  her
bedroom to "get decent" and John to an overstuffed love-seat that
was  placed back-to-back with a full-sized couch that  faced  the
large  television in the living room. From her  40-year  vantage
point,  the 16 year difference in their ages was not that  great.
They were both "youngsters" to her.
From  that moment on, the rest of the night seemed like  one
long  wet  dream to the sexually-deprived teacher.  A  wet  dream
that  he couldn't wake up from.  If it had been any  normal wet
dream,  he  knew he would have woke up with the solution  to  his
problem all over his hand in the first 20 minutes.
First,  Cindy  returned from her bedroom, wearing  the  same
short  dress  she had been wearing the previous day.   Only  this
time, she wore no pantyhose.  She joined him on the couch,  snug-
gled  up to him with a sensuous wiggle, and gave him a kiss  that
never seemed to end.  John emerged from the kiss with a gasp.
"We'd better cool it Cindy, Your parents might notice."   He
decided to follow Arlene's advice, and play along.
"They  won't notice, they're watching TV."  Whispered  Cindy
right back, getting into the game.  "Besides, it's too dark  over
here for them to see anything."
John took a look around.  Cindy was right.  The rest of  the
family was watching some loud drama on the large television  set,
and  if  they wanted to look over at Cindy and her  "date",  they
would  have  to really crane their necks.  He  also  noticed  the
lighting   was arranged so that he and Cindy were in  almost  com-
plete  darkness,  while anyone looking at them would  be  looking
into the glare of the bulb that provided the sparse  illumination
in  the living room.  It was almost as if someone had set up  the
room  to make it easy for a girl to be seduced by  her  boyfriend
there.  (It had, Arlene had spent 2 hours adjusting the furniture
angles to get it just right.)
The man reached for the girl, and wrapped his arm around her
waist,  up  under her dress, just below her  blossoming  breasts.
Cindy  gave  a  delighted squeal, and kissed him  again,  as  his
fingers reached her bra-less bosom.
"Did  you  say something Cindy?" Came the inquiry  from  the
couch.
"No	Mama."  Came the more subdued reply.  "Just talking  to
John here."  She tried hard to keep from squealing again, as  the
man's warm hand started massaging her oversensitive breasts right
underneath her skimpy little dress.  Well, two could play at that
game.   She started massaging the front of his trousers with  her
hand.
"Unnnh."   John couldn't hold back the groan, and they  both
glanced to see if the sound had attracted more attention from the
other side of the room.  Not apparently.



   For  the  next hour, the two lovers "made out" on  the  love
seat.  They cuddled, and smooched, and he played with her breasts
till the aureoles were red and swollen.  He "felt her up" between
the legs, and slid a digit in and out while she pretended to  try
to squirm away from his "immodest" advances.  She  responded  by
reaching  in  his pants, and fondling his organ until it  was  so
swollen that even with it pointing straight up his belly,  inside
his  pants,  the tip was almost exposed at the top of  his  belt.
Once, after checking to make sure nobody was looking, she  pulled
his belt down an inch, so she could kiss the tip, and wiggle  her
tongue in the slit.  It took all of John's willpower to keep from
exploding hot sticky sperm all over the excited child's face  and
his own pants.  Mostly the two just kissed.  "Kissing" was almost
an insult to the ability of the girl however.  John didn't  know
who  had taught the child to kiss. (It was her brother.)  He  was
just grateful to be the one on whom she wanted to use her  exper-
tise.  Her warm soft mouth would cover his, while she licked  his
teeth,  and  the inside of his mouth.  She would then  stick  her
tongue  in his mouth and twine her tongue around his.   Sometimes
she would suck his tongue into her mouth, and sometimes she would
shove  her lively little tongue almost down his throat.   All  of
this, while hugging and cuddling with him in a manner  guaranteed
to get a rise out of a stone statue.
   It  was almost a relief, when there was a "Bang!"  from  the
screen  door  in the kitchen announcing the return of  Billy  and
Marylin.  It seemed that relatives had come to visit at Marylin's
house  and, with her room occupied by two cousins, she and  Billy
would not have the privacy she required.  Arlene "solved" the bed
mixup, by announcing loudly "Cindy, you'll just have to sleep  on
the couch tonight."
   This interruption, spoiled the setting, so Arlene  suggested
that they all take a soak in the hot-tub.
   John  had noticed the hot tub, when he came into the  house,
but  had  been too distracted up to now to realize  that  it  was
where his young "date" had been lying in wait.
   "But I didn't bring a swim suit."  He pleaded.
   "Oh  don't  be silly.  You don't need one."  This  from  the
older  woman  as  she calmly stripped in front  of  everyone  and
proceeded to climb naked into the swirling water.
   Cindy  was already shrugging out of her dress, and he  heard
two  loud  cries of glee as two naked children  dashed  down  the
stairs  and splashed into the large tub.  As the two kids  dashed
by him, he was shocked when he noticed Cindy's younger  brother,
Mike.  The little boy had the schlong of an adult!  Little  Ginny
looked  like  any other little 9-year-old girl,  beautiful  face,
with  kind of a wistful expression on it, no breasts, or hips  to
speak  of, and just a tiny hairless slit was visible  before  the
two children vanished into the swirling water of the hot-tub.
   "Well, When in Rome."  He said, as he removed his pants, and
followed  the  vision of loveliness down the stairs  to  the  big
redwood  tub set deep in the floor.  He lowered himself into  the
hot  water,  and then nearly jumped out again as the  feeling  of
Cindy,  rubbing  her slippery naked skin against his,  while  she
slithered  up alongside him and nibbled on his ear,  almost  made
his hair stand on end.
The   girl  snuggled up to him, rubbing  her  slippery  young
breasts  against  him and cooed in his ear.   "Look  at  Marylin.
Isn't she just a sight?"
He  pulled  his attention away from his own  reactions,  and
looked  up  to see what Cindy was talking about.  It  really  was
quite a sight.  Marylin Summers was about to enter the tub naked.
Her mammoth breasts stuck out in front of her even without a  bra
to  support  them.  She was showing off her body to each  of  the
men,  as she pushed her oversized frontal development at each  of
them.   "Marylin, Don't" Pleaded Billy, embarrassed at his  girl-
friends actions.  The girl gave him a big pout, but subsided, and
pushed through the water to where she could sit on his lap.  John
thought  for a second, that the girl actually sat right  down  so
her  boyfriend's  penis went inside her, but decided  it  was  an
illusion   caused by the swirling water.  He had  enough  problems
with  his own penis, and the lovely young thing squirming in  his
lap had caused it to slip up between her legs where she occasion-
ally would reach down in the water and give it a squeeze with her
bare hand.  Nobody seemed to notice.
John  glanced  over at Marylin again.  The  older  girl  was
sitting there with a peaceful look on her face, as though she was
enjoying   something, while Billy had an almost strangled look  on
his.  John wondered what the self-admitted sex-bomb was doing  to
the boy under the cover of the bubbling water.  Whatever it  was,
nobody  else seemed to notice.  Shortly, Marylin got out  of  the
water,  grabbed a towel and headed up the stairs,  leaving  Billy
looking bushed as he relaxed in the foamy waters.
The   rush  and bubble of the water was beginning  to  remind
John of something.  "Uh Cindy.  Don't"  Her touch was too much on
his  suddenly oversensitive cock.  "Where's the  bathroom?   I've
got  to  pee."   He whispered in her ear to keep  from  dying  of
embarrassment.
"Up	the stairs.  Second door on the right."  Came back  the
whispered response.
John got out of the tub in a hurry suddenly conscious of the
fact  that his naked cock was sticking straight out in  front  of
like a billy-club where everyone could see.  The only reaction he
got  though, was a point up the stairs from Arlene who seemed  to
guess what his problem was.
The   man  made a mad dash up the stairs,  managed  to  avoid
tripping over a pile of discarded clothing, and charged into  the
toilet  in a hurried scramble.  He came to an abrupt halt  as  he
realized the bathroom was not empty.  It was, in fact occupied by
Marylin,   who was sitting on the stool letting Billy's  cum  drip
out of her vagina, before returning to the hot tub.  John  Stock-
dale  almost  slid  into the room on a loose  bath  mat,  and  he
stopped with his overstimulated and underused cock almost in  the
face  of the 16 year old girl with the overdeveloped bosom.   His
face turned red.
   "I.   I.  . . "  He tried to say "I'm sorry" but  the  words
just wouldn't come.
   Marylin ignored his protestations.  Staring her in the  face
was a lovely hard cock that needed service, and if there was  one
thing that Marylin knew, it was how to service a hard cock.   She
shut the man up by swallowing it.
   "Oh Marylin, you don't have to. . ."
   The  girl  ignored  him and kept on sucking.   She  ran  her
tongue over the tip, licked up and down the shaft, and then  just
plain  sucked until the overstimulation he had been  getting  all
evening got the better of him.
   "Uh  Marylin,  I'm going to cum.  You'd better let  me  pull
out."  He tried to disengage, thinking she would be disgusted  if
he ejaculated in her mouth, and was astonished when she  started
sucking  even  harder.  He couldn't help himself, he  started  to
squirt hot sticky cum right into her mouth.
   Marylin  wrapped her tongue around the  spewing  instrument,
and savored the taste of her former teacher's cum.  She loved the
taste  of  cum almost as much as she liked it  squirting  up  her
overheated  little pussy.  Besides, she had had a crush on  "Mr."
Stockdale for years.  To have him squirting his seed in her mouth
was almost a dream come true.  She realized he was Cindy's  date,
but figured she would take the "edge" off him so he would be able
to do the younger girl properly, she rationalized.
   John's  cock was now shrinking to it's normal size, and  the
reduced  pressure reminded him of the chore he had come into  the
bathroom  to accomplish.  "Marylin stop."  He warned.  "I've  got
to pee."  The teenager kept on sucking the last of his cum out of
his penis, and he could see her throat gulp as she swallowed  the
last drops.
   "Marylin, I'm going to pee in your mouth if you don't stop!"
He warned louder now as his bladder control almost deserted him.
"Mmmmpfhhf  Mmmmd"   She  responded as she  kept  her  mouth
fastened  around his now flaccid penis.  It sounded vaguely  like
   "Go ahead."
   The man lost control.  His penis squirted.  He tried to hold
back,  but  his  bladder pressure had  grown  too  strong.   John
expected  the  girl to pull back in disgust, when he  started  to
piss  in her mouth, but she actually sucked harder.  It  was  too
much  effort to restrain himself any more.  He let go.  A  stream
of urine  poured  out of his cock into  the  teenager's  sucking
mouth.   He  felt the youngster swallow more of his cock  so  the
head of his penis was at the back of her mouth, and he was  actu-
ally  pissing down the girl's throat.  John had never  done  any-
thing  so obscene in his life.  A couple of women had  "let  him"
come  in  their mouths, but they had not enjoyed  it.   This  was
incredible.  The oversexed teenybopper with the massive boobs had
not  only swallowed his come, but she was sucking his cock  while
he emptied his bladder down her throat, drinking his urine as  if
she liked it.  The man could see the muscles of the young  girl's
throat working, as she swallowed and strained to keep up with the
deluge.   It seemed like an eternity he stood peeing in the  girl
while  the stream of urine poured down her throat.  Finally,  the
torrent  slowed  to  a  trickle,  then  spasmodic  squirts,  then
stopped.
Marylin pulled the man's cock from her mouth, and licked the
few remaining drops from the head.  She couldn't believe she  had
actually done that.  It seemed so incredibly nasty, even for her.
At the time however, it had seemed like the most natural thing in
the world.  She liked Mr. Stockdale a lot, and since she couldn't
get  up,   she couldn't let him pee on the floor could  she?   She
knew  that there was a flaw in her logic somewhere, but  was  not
inclined to trace it down.  She decided she'd probably let him do
it  again, if he wanted to.  She gave his cock one  last  obscene
kiss,  and  told him "Now you just go back there, and  take  good
care of Cindy.  But first. . ."  At this she pulled his lips down
to hers.
John  was  at first a little turned off at  the  thought  of
kissing the mouth that had just urinated in, when he  remembered.
It  was his urine the girl had just swallowed, and if  she  liked
him well enough to do that how could he refuse to kiss the  mouth
that  had  been so generous to him.  He  concentrated  on  giving
Marylin the kiss she deserved, while ignoring the faint whiff  of
ammonia  that  clung to her mouth.  After a few  seconds,  it  no
longer  bothered  him, and he let his tongue duel with  hers  for
several long seconds before disengaging with a loud "smack!".  He
then gave Marylin a final peck on the lips, a grateful pat on the
head, and left the bathroom to continue with his "date".
John returned to the hot tub feeling relieved.  Without  the
twin  pressures of a full bladder, and a hard cock, he felt  like
he  might make it through the rest of the evening without  embar-
rassing  himself.  He didn't realize that the state of his  erec-
tion  signaled more to those watching than he realized.  He  slid
into  the tub conscious of a battery of amused eyes on his  naked
body.  "What's so funny?"  He wondered as Cindy slid up alongside
him  and   rubbed her pert little mounds of  breasts  against  his
side.  She reached down and fisted his now flaccid penis.
"Oh	darn!" The little girl exclaimed.  "Marylin  must  have
gotten to him."
The   man felt his face turn bright red as the  tub  exploded
into  laughter around him.  He felt as though he wanted  to  duck
his head under the water, and not bother to come up.
"It's  OK."  Came the reassuring voice of the  naked  little
girl  squirming  next to him.  "I don't mind.  We all  know  that
Marylin will be Marylin."
John  managed to reopen his eyes and look around the  circle
of family members in the tub.  Eye after eye caught his, and each
amused  face  gave  him a nod that showed  they  appreciated  his
predicament.  Nobody seemed to be mad at him, not even the little
11-year-old girl whose sexual privileges had been usurped.   John
resolved   to make it up to her.  He started running his hands  up
and down the sides of the naked little girl, ignoring the friend-
ly  crowd of family members that were so  interestedly  watching.
He  massaged the child's front, ran his hands over  her  slippery
little breasts, and down between her legs.  He then motioned  her
to get out of the tub, and onto a towel where he proceeded to rub
the naked little girl's back, really getting into the massage.
   "Here, use this." Came the quiet voice of the girl's mother.
He  looked  around.  Except for Arlene, he  was  alone  with
Cindy.   He could hear some quiet conversation leaking down  from
the  living room, but that was the only other indication of  life
in the house.  He looked back at the woman who was proffering him
a tube of something.
   "Use  this."  The woman repeated.  "It makes the skin  slip-
pery." Then, she handed him the tube of massage-oil.  With  that,
she quietly left, and proceeded up the stairs to rejoin the  rest
of her family.
   Cindy had turned over when she hear her mother's voice.  Now
she  lay naked on the towel and enjoyed the slippery feel of  her
older  lover's hands massaging her breasts, tummy, and legs.   He
tickled her little snatch, and ran a tentative finger up  inside.
   She  responded  by arching her back so the  probing  finger  went
clear up to her unbroken hymen.
   "Not  so fast, little one."  Cautioned John.  "We  have  all
night."   With  this, he motioned the girl to turn  over  on  her
belly.
   Cindy decided to relax and enjoy the massage.  She felt  the
older  man massaging her feet for a deliciously long time.   Then
he proceeded to work on her calves, and then up to  her  thighs.
   The  girl felt frustrated when he stopped working on  her  thighs
without touching the hot little hole between them, that she  felt
needed lots of attention also.  Still, she let him proceed at his
own pace.
   The older man now climbed on top of the little girl,  almost
crushing  her for a moment.  Then, he proceeded to rub her  scalp
with the tips of his fingers.
   "Mmmmmmmm."   Cindy purred.  She could almost go  to  sleep,
the massage was relaxing her so much.  However the thought of the
naked  man, on top of her, with his naked cock  pressing  against
her naked little ass was too exciting to allow that.
   John  Stockdale  had a problem.  To coin a phrase,  a  "big"
problem.   He wanted to rub the little girl's back, but  his  en-
gorged cock kept getting in the way.  "Uh Cindy?"  He asked.
   "Unnh?"
"My. . .cock.  It's getting in the way.  Would you mind if I
put it down between your legs?"	He held his breath as he  waited
for the little girl's response.
   Cindy  giggled.  He had to ask?  She responded by  spreading
her  legs  wide, until she felt the big piece of salami  go  down
between  her legs, and come to rest against her  creaming  little
cunt.  She then closed her legs around the warm pulsating hunk of
meat.
   John  smeared  the oil on the sexy little girl's  back.   He
enjoyed the feeling of her silky-smooth legs and slippery  little
crack massaging his cock, as he massaged her back.  He rubbed her
arms, and worked his way down her back enjoying the slippery feel
of the  oil on her skin as he massaged her shoulders,  then  her
waist  and backbone and finally worked his way down to  her  pert
little rump.
AS  his  work progressed down the back of the  little  girl,
John  sat  up straighter and straighter until,  when  he  started
rubbing  her delicious little ass, he was sitting  bolt  upright.
The  pressure this put on his erect penis, forced it against  the
little girl's crack, until he felt the lips of her slit  surround
the  head.   The sexy little girl didn't object.   In  fact,  she
wiggled  her  little  butt to seat the head of  his  cock  firmly
against the entrance to her vagina.
John  proceeded to rub the pert little ass of the  delicious
little  girl.   As he did so, he felt the lips of her  tiny  slit
sucking  at the head of his engorged penis.  Each time he  pushed
up on her cute little fanny, her tiny snatch would spread  apart,
and  he would see the tip of his cock pushing against  her  slick
little hole.  Then, as he released the pressure, her vaginal lips
would snap back around the head with a sucking smack.
"Uh Honey."  He warned.  "I'm gonna cum.  Is it Ok to cum in
you?"  He worked the head of his cock a little farther in,  until
he felt a ring of muscles gripping the very tip.
"Mmmmmmm."   Responded Cindy as she rotated her ass,  trying
to capture the deliciously probing instrument.
It  was  too  much for John.  He held the tip  of  his  cock
against  the  open slit of the unresisting little girl,  and  let
spasm after spasm of slippery cum be conveyed from his overstimu-
lated penis, into her welcoming young vagina.  He looked down  as
his erupting penis squirted his potent sperm into the tiny little
slit.   He wondered if the child could get pregnant, but  was  to
overcome by the sensations to stop now, even if he had known that
she could.  Finally the spasms slowed and he pulled his cock back
to  where he could see the little girl's hole, now open, with  an
obscene little puddle of his sperm welling up in the bottom.   He
hadn't realized he was holding his breath, until it all came  out
with a rush.  "Whoooo!"  He said.
"Mmmmmm."  Responded Cindy again, enjoying the naughty feel-
ing of having her teacher's warm slippery sperm soaking into  her
belly.  "That was nice."
John had to agree.  It was more than just "nice".
While  the two of them got dressed again, he  quietly  said.
"Cindy?  I should have asked before.  You're not on the pill  are
you?"  It was more of a statement, than a question.
Cindy  smiled  up at him sensuously.  "Of course  not.   I'm
still a virgin."  Then she giggled.  "Though for a moment  there,
I thought I wouldn't be."
She put a finger to his lips as he started to say something.
"Now don't worry.  I just had my period yesterday, so I should be
pretty  safe.  Also, If by chance I do get pregnant, no one  will
ever know it's you.  Mommy said she'd help if I did."
   "You  mean  you'd have an abortion?"  He couldn't  help  but
feel sad at the thought.
   "No,  Silly!  I meant Mom would act as if it were  her  own.
I'd just have another baby brother.  Or sister."  She added.
   "And your Father went along with this?"  He was incredulous.
   "John."  Cindy rolled the name on her tongue.
   "Yes Cindy?"  Her name coming from his lips, felt almost  as
good.
   "How  much  luck  have you had  tonight,  avoiding  Mother's
little schemes?"
   "None."  He had to admit.
   "I rest my case."
   The  two  of them spent the rest of the evening  cuddled  up
together on the big sofa watching television right through the 10
O'clock news.  It felt so comfortable, they almost fell asleep in
each other's arms before Arlene came to shoo them off to bed.
   John found himself alone in Cindy's bedroom, as he proceeded
to undress.  He looked around the room, and saw a typical  little
girl's bedroom.  Dolls were stacked in one corner, a cute  little
chair  with pretty pink hearts filled the other one.   A  dresser
cluttered  with  little-girl toys.  No makeup.  The  bed  smelled
faintly  of  her,  as he slipped naked between  the  sheets.   He
always  slept naked, and he didn't see why things should be  dif-
ferent  tonight.   John  felt slightly  disappointed  that  Cindy
wasn't in the room with him, but he realized that making love  to
the  little  girl in her own bed, while her parents  slept  right
down  the hall, had just been a lecherous fantasy.   He  snuggled
down to get some sleep, burying his nose in the girl's pillow  to
help him remember her sweet scent.
The man had barely gotten to sleep, when he was awakened  by
someone opening the door.  He watched through slits in his  eyes,
as the door opened, somebody slipped inside, and then it was dark
again as the closing crack of the door shut off the little  light
that  had been coming from the hall.  There was no sound  on  the
carpeted   floor, as the figure came over to the bed,  lifted  the
covers, and slid in alongside.
All   of a sudden, John found himself with an armful  of  de-
liciously naked squirming little girl.
Cindy  panted  in his ear.  "I thought they'd never  get  to
sleep."
"Who?"  He was puzzled.  "Your parents?"
"No	silly.  Mike and Ginny."  She explained,  referring  to
her  younger  siblings.  "Now shut up, and show me how  much  you
like  me."  With this she pulled the older man on top of her  and
started  to hug and kiss him like she had wanted to all day.   It
was  so  deliciously naughty to be laying in her own bed  with  a
naked  man.   She reached down to his suddenly erect  penis,  and
placed the tip at the entrance to her creaming little slit.  "Now
push it all the way up inside me."  She instructed.
"Uh Cindy, are you sure?"  John gave her one last chance  to
back out.
"If I'm not sure, It's kinda late now don't you think?"  She
reassured him.
The man had to agree.  Deciding that it was now or never, he
started  to push his swollen cock into the little girl.  Both  of
them  gasped when the engorged member popped inside the  ring  of
muscles  at the entrance, and then slid with a rush on  in  until
the  head  was pushing at the surprised  little  girl's  unbroken
hymen.
John  let his prick soak in the sucking heat of the  child's
belly.  He enjoyed the clasping of the muscles at the entrance to
her  vagina around the middle of his cock, while the head  probed
at  her virginity.  "This might hurt a little."  He warned as  he
prepared to take the final step.
"I  know."   Came  back  the  squeaky  cry.   "Just  do  it.
Please?"   Cindy was frightened by the thought of the  pain,  but
even  more frightened that he might not do it if she  showed  her
fright to him.  With this, the determined little girl pushed  her
crotch up at the man as he bore down.
Cindy  felt a ripping sensation inside her.  If  she  hadn't
known  what to expect, she would have thought that he had  ripped
open the walls of her vagina, and was pushing his penis right  on
through  a hole in her stomach.  It hurt!  The little girl  began
to cry.
   John stopped.  He knew he had broken the child's hymen  when
he felt his penis suddenly slip all the way up into  her  belly.
   This  should  have been one of the most exciting moments  of  his
life,  as the young girl surrendered her virginity to  him.   In-
stead  he  felt like a heel.  He had never liked the  thought  of
causing  pain, and now the girl's quiet sobbing was breaking  his
   heart.  His cock went as flat and soft as a wet noodle.  It  slid
out of the girl's vagina and plopped down against his balls.   He
knew the girl would never forgive him for this, so he grabbed his
clothes  and quietly headed for the door.  It was going  to  seem
awfully  lonely back at his bachelor apartment.   Tomorrow,  he'd
apologize to the child's parents, and move out of town if  neces-
sary.
   "John."   The sobbing voice of the child stopped him  as  he
reached the door.
   "I'm sorry I hurt you Cindy.  I'm going now.  You won't have
to see me again."  He was determined to make it easy on the girl.
John struggled into his shirt, as he prepared to go.
   "Don't you DARE leave me now!"  The determined voice of  the
young woman stopped his retreat again.
   "But I hurt you.  I thought you'd be mad."  He came back  to
the  side of the bed where Cindy had turned on the bedside  lamp.
   She  looked so innocent, and childlike with the covers pulled  up
to just  cover her budding breasts.  Her nose was  red,  and  he
could  see a trickle of dampness coming from the corner  of  each
eye.  The girl snuffled, then spoke:
   "John."   She was treating him like a wayward  child  again.
   "I	had  to lose it sometime.  It would have hurt then  as  well.
   You heard me say that I wanted you to do it.  Well I did.  So  it
hurts a little, I'll get over it.  I never asked you to go.   Now
you come back here, and get in bed with me or I'll never  forgive
you as long as I live."
   John  Stockdale  knew when he was licked.   He  dropped  his
clothes on the floor and comforted the little girl by holding her
in his arms and cuddling her until he almost fell  asleep.   His
penis,  pleasantly  stimulated by the smooth naked  skin  rubbing
against  it, started to rise again.  Cindy felt his  rising  cock
against her belly, and asked.  "John?"
   "Huh?" he tried to shake the sleepiness from his head.
   "Could we try it again.  It probably won't hurt so much this
time."  The girl was insistent.
   John almost lost his hard-on at the reminder of the pain  he
had  already  caused  the girl but she  worked  her  little  body
against him, and kissed him until his cock was as erect and ready
as before.  "Now push." she prompted him.
   This  time, his erect penis went all the way up  inside  the
little  girl  with  a rush.  John felt his  balls  come  to  rest
against  the child's ass, while the head of his penis  butted  up
against her womb.
   "See.   That didn't hurt so much."  The tears squeezing  out
of the  corners of her eyelids put the lie to  her  reassurance.
   "Now fuck me, and cum in me."  She encouraged.  "I want my  first
time to be good for you."

    "Cindy was starting to enjoy the feelings again."
John  closed  his  eyes so he wouldn't see  the  tears,  and
concentrated on getting his rocks off.  The child was  determined
to  have   him cum in her, and he knew she would keep  trying,  no
matter  how much it hurt, until he did.  The least he  could  do,
was make it quick.  He began sliding his cock in and out,  savor-
ing  the   nip of the muscles at the entrance,  and  enjoying  the
feeling  of  her cervix poking at the head of his  cock  when  he
reached  bottom.  In and out, in and out.  He knew he was  close,
just a little more. . .
Cindy was starting to enjoy the feelings again.  Except  for
an  occasional twinge when the head of his cock  brushed  against
the  torn remnants of her virginity, it was exciting to be  lying
underneath a rutting male who was about to squirt his sperm  into
her  hungry vagina.  Especially a virile man like Mr.  Stockdale,
who  really  cared about how a woman felt.  Cindy went  warm  all
over  as she  suddenly realized how much she  loved  him.  =
 This
unexpected revelation, combined with the internal stimulation  he
was giving her, took the child over the edge.  Her mind  abruptly
went  blank as her vagina went into convulsions around the  thick
piece  of gristle that was about to inseminate her.  She  grabbed
her  lover  in a death-grip, and started bucking  wildly  as  her
first  full-blown  orgasm with a cock inside her  belly  overtook
her.



   The  sudden  squeezing of her vagina on his cock  took  John
Stockdale by surprise.  He had never expected the little girl  to
climax  on  their first try.  Her reaction was  the  last  straw.
John began squirting stream after stream of hot sticky sperm into
the spasming belly of the 11 year old girl.  Squirt after squirt.
He was trying to empty himself into her.  The man knew he  should
pull out, so as to not get the child pregnant, but couldn't.  Her
legs were wrapped around his as her young body worked  frantically,  trying=
 to reproduce.  Her clutching vagina milked out  every
last drop of her older lover's creamy seed.  Finally, her  spasms
eased, and she enjoyed the final moments with the last  hazardous
drops of his sticky sperm slowly leaking from his prick into  her
vagina, up near her womb.
   "Whuuuff, That was good.  I never expected that!"
   John had to agree as he collapsed on top of the  woman-child
completely exhausted.  Shortly, the two of them fell asleep,  the
very picture of two people fucking.  He between her spread  legs,
with  his  cock  still dripping his potent seed  into  the  young
girl's developing womb.

    CHAPTER 6

  Suzy's reward

   Dinner  at  the Fisher house was not nearly as  fancy.   The
fare  consisted  of  frozen pizza and Coke,  with  ice-cream  for
dessert.  All through the meal, There were surreptitious glances,
giggles,  and funny looks being passed, until Mary  decided  that
enough was enough.
   "Wham!"   The spatula slapped the table, getting  everyone's
attention.
   "There are things going on in this house, that, I think, the
whole  family should know."  Mary announced as she laid down  the
spatula.
   June glanced guiltily at Jeremy, who was looking back at her
open-mouthed.   June then looked at her mother, and  receiving  a
stern  glance  in return, wished she could just  melt  under  the
table.  Jeremy looked over to his mother also, and felt his  ears
getting so red, he felt like they were on fire.
   Suzy was looking at her mother with astonishment.  After all
that stuff about her not telling anyone this morning. . .
   Dan  just leaned back in his chair and waited.  He knew  his
wife  better than anyone, and he figured that she'd let him  know
anything  he  needed  to know, when she figured  he  needed  that
information.
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