Prologue
"It's infuriating! He treats me like I'm eight!"
Dr. Sykora smiled secretively, as he often did, listening to the teen girls talk about the difficulties of their lives. Fiona, a friend of his daughter's, had the spotlight now as the three girls made their way to the swimming pool.
"I've tried to tell him that I've grown up, but I swear any time I even mention boys or driver's licenses, he acts like I've made a joke and then he changes the subject!"
"To be fair," Gretchen reluctantly argued, "your voice is super-girly. And you are into a lot of childish things."
"Manga is not childish!" Fiona rebuked. "And I can't help it that my voice is like this!"
Dr. Sykora reflected on the girl's complaint. Standing there with her hand on her hip in a bikini, no reasonable person could deny that she was well on her way into womanhood. But then, fathers being unreasonable about their teen-aged daughters was one of the cornerstones of a functioning society.
He figured she was a good 60% Korean, but the remaining 40% was a mishmash of ethnicities from all over the globe. They had combined quite nicely into a slender, beautiful girl, whose face and voice would probably belie her age for her entire life.
"Can you get your mom to talk to him about it?" Elyssa asked. Elyssa was Dr. Sykora's daughter, and his proudest achievement so far.
"No," Fiona replied. "They can barely get through visitation planning without getting into a shouting match."
The conversation moved with the girls into the swimming pool, and Dr. Sykora went back to reading medical journals.
"Thanks for agreeing to meet me, Dr. Sykora," Fiona's father, Adam Delancey, told the doctor as the waitress delivered their beers. Dr. Sykora was wearing the same secretive grin that he had a few days earlier by the pool.
"I just don't know what to do," the frustrated man explained. "Fifi just won't talk to me. We got along so well when she was younger, but now...? I know there are things going on in her life, but I just can't get her to tell me about them. I was hoping that you might have some insights. You know, maybe she's less guarded when she's visiting Elyssa at your house? Maybe you've overheard something?"
"For starters," Dr. Sykora said after taking a long drink of his beer, "you might not want to call her Fifi." Adam looked at Dr. Sykora expectantly; his initial piece of advice had flown so far over Adam's head that he had failed to notice it at all. The man is a simpleton, Dr. Sykora thought: there's no point in trying to tell this person anything.
"You're not Fiona's biological father, are you?" Dr. Sykora asked.
"How did you know?" Adam asked, surprised.
"I dabble in genetics," the doctor said with a smirk.
"Ah," Adam said. "No, I married her mother when Fifi was six. We divorced two years ago."
"Well, I'm afraid that I haven't heard anything that will help you," Dr. Sykora said, pausing again for a long drink. "But I want to help. Let me see if I can come up with any ideas. If the opportunity presents itself, be sure to make the most of it." The wheels were already turning in Dr. Sykora's mind, planning his next experiment.
School
Adam awoke to a feeling of life-threatening vertigo, but mercifully it faded almost as quickly as it began. His mind panicked again almost immediately when he realized that he couldn't move. The alarm was blaring at him to wake up, but he couldn't roll over or reach out for it. And then a moment later, he was rolling over, and he was reaching for the alarm - but it was like his body was acting automatically, ignoring his wishes.
Adam's vision was blurred, but he was quite certain that the alarm was not his own - nor was the nightstand or the lamp. Somehow his fingers found the right button and silenced the harsh noise, even though he didn't think he had done it.
He had to pee. Urgently. His body rose, driven by the same urge, and moved from the unfamiliar blurry bedroom to the unfamiliar blurry bathroom. Again there was vertigo - just a touch. Something was wrong about how he walked: his perspective was off. No matter. He pulled his underwear down, sat on the toilet, and relieved himself.
He wasn't even sure, at this point, whether he was controlling his body or not. It seemed to be doing the things he wanted it to - or perhaps he seemed to want it to do the things it was doing. It was only when he finished peeing and wiped himself that he realized that he didn't have a penis.
The rest of Fiona's morning routine went just as uneventfully, as far as she was concerned. Adam, on the other hand, came to realize that he was a guest in his daughter's body. Was this the opportunity of which Dr. Sykora had spoken? Had he somehow done this to them? People had always joked that Dr. Sykora was a mad scientist, but that was all in fun, right? There's no such thing, really. And yet, here he was.
It seemed like he should have found the experience terrifying - being trapped, unable to speak, unable to exercise any control. But it wasn't. It seemed like everything "his" body was doing was right - exactly what he wanted it to do. As an experiment he tried to exert control - drop the toothbrush, turn off the faucet - but found that he couldn't.
The shower could have been awkward. The feeling of rubbing soapy hands all over his daughter's chest and between her legs was, if Adam had allowed himself to face it, equal parts exciting and shameful. Fortunately, Adam was well practiced at suppressing uncomfortable feelings about Fiona. And when she swallowed a pill from the Friday slot of what was unmistakably birth control packaging, he assumed that she was taking them for acne or something to do with her periods.
Once Fiona put her contacts in, Adam could see clearly. Shortly after that, she was dressed and off to the bus station with a granola bar and box of orange juice, and then off to school.
During Japanese class, Fiona was eager and engaged, constantly raising her hand, and taking notes in immaculate detail.
Fiona had trouble concentrating during Algebra. Adam could feel a tension in her body during her several sudden bursts of attention, but each time, eventually, her mind started to drift.
It was during this class that she received her first text from "S": it simply said, "Looking forward to seeing you soon." If anyone had been looking at her, they would have seen Fiona smile and blush. Adam couldn't see her, but he did feel the sudden rush of excitement that swept over her as she read the message. It was unmistakably the feeling of new love.
So Fifi has a boyfriend, Adam thought. Well, I guess that's kind of cute.
Fiona excused herself early from Algebra and slipped off to the girls' room. Alone, she hiked up her skirt and took a picture of her ass in the mirror, showing off her pale blue panties. Adam could feel Fiona's face smiling as she sent the picture to "S".
Fiona didn't even try to pay attention in English class. Instead she opened up her sketchbook and continued a drawing. The book was filled with semi-human people, often with ridiculously exaggerated body parts. Her current drawing was a fantasy woman with enormous breasts and a waist that you could almost wrap one hand around, but there were at least three pictures of elves and animal men with dongs the size of a normal human's leg, all in fine veiny detail.
The lens through which Adam had always viewed his daughter was beginning to crack, but denial held it fast for now. She's always been an artist, he considered, and artistic minds travel to places others can't find. A little healthy experimentation with body parts - even taboo ones - was an important part of developing her skills. It wasn't necessarily sexual.
It was during chemistry that Fiona received her next message from "S". This one was a photo of an erect penis, with a heart drawn on it and Fiona's initials inside.
Fiona slipped into the girls' room again during her lunch break. Inside a stall, Fiona pulled up her shirt, pulled down her bra, and snapped a picture of her delicate fingers pinching her delicate nipple. Adam could feel her stiffness - both through her fingers and through her nipple itself - and he could feel the jolt of excitement the squeeze had given her. He also felt moisture between her legs.
The experience was novel and thrilling. Despite himself, Adam wanted to feel more, but Fiona let him down and returned to her normal activities. While she was in line in the cafeteria, Adam reluctantly accepted that what he had witnessed was not the innocent puppy love of a child, but the sexual awakening of a young woman.
At the end of lunch, "S" send Fiona another picture. This one was the palm of a hand covered in fresh semen.
Girl's Night
After school, Fiona went back to her mother's house, where she passed the time with a little studying, a little TV, and a little more sketching. In the early evening, Elyssa Sykora arrived to pick her up on her motorcycle.
For the first time since the morning, Adam found himself wondering about the mechanism by which he had come to inhabit his daughter's body. The feeling of wrapping his arms around Elyssa and holding his body tightly against hers as they rode her motorcycle through the city streets was, in a way, the fulfillment of a fantasy that Adam had never dared to have, ever since Fifi had befriended the exceptional girl. His hands - or rather, Fiona's - were tantalizingly close to Elyssa's tits, and her cunt. Adam wondered whether the arousal in his mind was his own, or his daughter's. Adam had never known Fifi to be attracted to girls, but for his own selfish reasons right then, he hoped that tonight she was.
The plan for the night was to dye Fiona's hair pink for the comic convention she would be attending the next day. That process, Adam learned, would take a few hours. He didn't mind. Despite not knowing the people or assignments or videos about which the girls talked, Adam quite enjoyed having two playful teenage girls tending him, touching him, with their youthful breasts often inches from his face.
The girls didn't want to risk staining their good clothes, so they had all changed into their sleeping outfits. Elyssa was wearing just peach boyshorts and a threadbare Ramones T-shirt. Its holes were numerous and large enough that it was clear she wasn't wearing a bra, although Adam never would have guessed that from the shape of her chest.
Gretchen, the redhead, was wearing a plain white tank top and pajama bottoms. Gretchen was pretty by anyone's standards, but in a room with Elyssa, she was simply outshined. Fiona was wearing a T-shirt with Japanese cartoon characters on the front, and gym shorts. She, too, wasn't wearing a bra, and the feeling of the cotton shirt on her nipples when she moved was another new guilty pleasure.
The girls took a break for pizza and half of a cheesy horror movie between the bleaching and dying steps. Elyssa paused the movie when Dr. Sykora came into the livingroom.
"Do you girls need anything before I turn in?" He asked affectionately.
"No thanks, Dad. We're good," Elyssa replied.
"All right, well, you four have fun," the doctor said, looking Fiona in the eyes before he left.
"'You four'? What did he mean by that?" Fiona asked, her voice once again infusing the question with child-like innocence.
"He says weird stuff like that all the time," Gretchen said dismissively.
"Yeah," Elyssa agreed. "He's always got a reason when he does things like that, but it's usually never worth the trouble to figure it out."
Once, near the end of the hair work, Elyssa asked if Fiona was ready to tell them about her "new guy". Fiona grinned devilishly and said no. She clearly enjoyed the mystique of her new romance.
Fiona spent the night in Elyssa's double bed with Gretchen while Elyssa slept on the couch. The temptation gnawed at Adam. Fantasies danced in his head about what would happen between the three girls, if he had the power to take control of Fifi's body.
Comic Convention
Fiona returned home early the next morning and spent a good length of time curling her hair and putting the finishing touches on her costume. By the time the minivan picked her up, she was wearing cat ears, paw mittens, and a tail, with a blue blazer, white blouse, knee-high socks, and a ridiculously short skirt. She carried with her a giant foam sword.
All throughout the convention, Adam tried to figure out which of the five boys from the comic club was Fifi's boyfriend. They all seemed quite fond of her, and they all struck him as non-threatening: exactly the sort of boys a father would approve of. Fiona was sweet toward all of them, but never showed any interest that matched the fiery young love from the previous day's sexting.
Fiona really was in her element at the convention. All sorts of men paid attention to her, of course. She teased them a little, but Adam gathered that she was just acting in-character. There were lots of pictures and the occasional improvised skit with strangers wearing similar costumes. And of course, the club members attended some panels, browsed booths, and shook hands with people that Adam assumed were famous.
Once they left the convention, the boys of the comic club and Fiona drove to a house where they talked about everything they'd seen and swapped photos.
As things were winding down, one of the boys asked, "Hey Fiona, would it be all right if we finished things out like we did last time?"
Fiona took a moment to answer: a dainty, "Mmm, I guess?" But her hesitation was an act - something was happening in her body right away. Adam didn't have enough experience with the sensations of a female body to know that Fiona's vagina was expanding, her labia swelling, and her clitoris stiffening. He knew that he was feeling something through his daughter, and unconsciously, he liked it.
Fiona sat down on a blanket that one of the boys laid out for her, while the boys gathered around. Then, to Adam's surprise, the boys all dropped their pants and started playing with themselves. You wouldn't call what Fiona did a strip tease, exactly, but she was removing her clothes, starting with her jacket and neckerchief. She twisted her head and shoulders all around and wriggled from one position to another to give each boy a variety of views. She smiled at them while they stroked their cocks in front of her and she unbuttoned her blouse.
Adam couldn't believe this was happening - he couldn't believe that his little girl could ever tricked into such a depraved act. And yet he could feel just how excited - and how happy - the boys' adoration was making her.
Fiona had just begun to peel her blouse from one shoulder when the first boy shot his load. His first warm wet blast caught her just in front of her ear. His second landed on her neck and the collar of her blouse. Fiona giggled encouragingly.
Another boy striped Fiona's back with come after she had removed her blouse and was wiggling out of her skirt. Both he and the first boy remained at their positions in the circle, continuing to rub their flaccid members.
Sitting with her legs out in front of her, Fiona touched her panties, testing how much of her own fluids had soaked into them. In her soft high voice, accompanied with a giggle, she told them, "You guys are making me moist."
Adam's parental instinct wanted desperately to put a stop to the freaky teen ritual, but he was a helpless spectator. Another part of his mind, though - perhaps one more closely linked with Fiona's own nervous system, wanted more. He wanted to feel more hot sticky emissions coating Fifi's soft body. Then, too, he had to be honest: the part of him that was still a man envied what those comic club boys must be seeing,
Fiona unclasped her bra and a third boy shot come straight into her face. By then the first two boys were stiff again and each was wanking furiously toward another orgasm.
Finally, Fiona's bra was gone, leaving her wearing only her panties, knee-socks, cat ears, and paw mittens. Her breasts were small but well-formed, and they suited her slim body perfectly. One of the boys stepped in closer, aiming his dick right at her tits. Fiona threw her shoulders and head back and accepted his liquid tribute all over her chest.
The ejaculations continued, although Fiona never removed any more clothing. Some of the boys must have come two or maybe three times, but of course, each time they had less to give. Finally there came a time when there were no more hard-ons. Fiona stood up and it was clear that the party was over.
One boy offered Fiona a towel. Adam could see in his eyes the desire to wipe her down himself - an excuse to touch her and share another intimacy - but he knew that that would be overstepping Fiona's boundaries.
Back at her mother's house, Fiona soaked her clothing in cold water while she showered, texted plans with her friends and sent "S" her three flirtiest pictures from the convention.
Party
Fiona was washed and adorned in a cute but modest dress when Elyssa and Gretchen arrived in a limo to take her to the party.
Fiona mostly just talked with classmates at the party - sometimes her friends, and sometimes people that she didn't know well. The punch was alcoholic, but Fiona was only sipping here and there, so it had no impact on her state of mind.
Adam didn't see any of the other comic club kids at the party. He guessed that they weren't high enough on the social ladder to have been invited. Still, he wondered what they would be telling people about Fifi. Was their freaky sex act a secret of the comic club, or did Fiona have a reputation as a dirty girl? She wasn't a slut, he figured - she hadn't actually touched any of their cocks herself. She was just... kinky. And maybe not even that: maybe what they had done could be excused as a misguided tribute to Japanese culture.
None of Fiona's conversations with the boys at the party had been especially noteworthy until Steve found her. "Hi Fiona," he said as he approached her.
"Hi Steve," she replied flatly.
"I was hoping you'd be here," the boy said. "I was hoping we could re-connect - you know, finish up what we started last time?" Steve was a good-looking guy: sandy brown hair and green eyes with a masculine face.
"What are you talking about?" Fiona said with a hint of frustration.
"Come on - just come talk to me in private, okay?" Steve asked.
Fiona relented and the two went into one of the house's bedrooms. As soon as the door was closed, Steve dropped his pants and started stroking his cock.
"Steve, what are you doing?" Fiona said frustratedly. "We're broken up." Despite herself, Fiona started as Steve's dick stiffened before her.
"You promised me some break-up sex," Steve said with a smile. "I'm cashing in that voucher."
"I didn't promise you anything - I said maybe. And that was just to get you to stop crying," Fiona explained.
"Yeah, well, you left me with a serious case of blue balls, and I've literally been in pain ever since," Steve said. "Just let me do you one more time."
"I don't owe you anything," Fiona said. "Anyway, I've got a new boyfriend now."
"And I'm happy for you," Steve said. His tone suddenly shifted from confrontational to vulnerable. "Look, Fi, I know it sounds fake, but I honestly believe that this is the only way I'll ever have closure. I mean, how could a guy ever get over you?"
Fiona stared again as Steve's hand moved lazily over his erection. Despite herself, she did feel a tingling in her lower body.
"If I give you head," Fiona began, the words sounding shocking in her little-girl voice, "do you promise to let it go? We'll just be friends?"
"I promise!" Steve said excitedly.
Fiona gestured toward the bed with her head. Steve sat on the edge and Fiona got on her knees in front of him.
At first she just took Steve's cock in her hand and stroked it a couple times. Adam was having trouble with the idea that he was handling another man's junk. The fact that it felt enormous in her small hand didn't help. But it felt good to squeeze it and massage it. It felt like that's what he wanted his hand to do.
Soon, Fiona moved to take the thing into her mouth. She wetted her lips, and then Adam could feel them sliding over Steve's cock-head. Fiona took it in more, alternately sucking and swirling her tongue, deliberately coating the foreign warm meat with as much saliva as she could produce. The sucking in particular felt natural - instinctive. The rest of it felt like the exercise of a skill he didn't know he had - didn't know his daughter had.
Sloppy wet lip-smacking sounds were coming from Fiona's mouth as she worked it over Steve's tip. At the same time, she jerked the skin of his shaft back and forth enough to make him groan. Steve tried to push her head deeper onto his cock, but Fiona shook her head and Steve relented.
Steve was nearing the point of no return while Fiona continue to mouth-fuck him. He stood up from the bed, but Fiona never stopped giving him head. Adam mentally prepared himself: soon he would feel hot come shooting down his throat. He would know the taste of another man's semen.
Instead, Steve pulled out at the last second and fired his wad right into Fiona's eye. "That was good!" He groaned as he jerked his meat and emptied the rest of his reserves.
"What the fuck, Steve!" Fiona said, genuinely angry. "You don't just paint a girl's face without asking! You're such an asshole!" She rubbed her eye, trying to overcome the reflex that was still keeping it closed.
Steve left while Fiona cleaned up her face with some tissues from the nightstand. She checked herself in the mirror - none of it had gotten on her clothes. For a few seconds she closed her eyes, and then with a deep breath, she went back out into the party.
Elyssa found Fiona pretty quickly. "Steve is telling everyone that you just gave him a blowjob in the bedroom," Elyssa said delicately.
"Yeah," Fiona confirmed, and sighed.
"You want to talk about what happened?" Elyssa offered.
"Nah," Fiona said. But then she added, "I just... fell for a stupid line. I trusted him."
During the sexting, the come-shower, and even the blowjob, Adam still hadn't really understood. She was still a child in his mind - a child engaging in sexual activity. It was only after hearing her talking with Elyssa that it finally clicked: her life was full of grown-up challenges. Fiona was, through trial and error, learning how to have adult relationships.
Fiona forced a smile and then over the span of one second, adjusted her mood back where she wanted it. She decided to spend the rest of the party happy.
Nobody said anything to Fiona about the blowjob as the party went on, but she received several complements on her new hair color.
It was still reasonably early when the girls found each other and decided to leave the party. Fiona declined the offer to continue hanging out, so the limo dropped her off at her mom's house and then sped away with Elyssa and Gretchen.
Alone Time
At home, Fiona changed into her pajamas, brushed her teeth and hair, and climbed into bed with one of her comic books. Adam didn't understand much of what was going on - there were children with psychic powers and aliens, he knew, but he had no idea who the characters were or why they were fighting.
A few dozen pages later, Fiona put the comic on the nightstand. She rolled onto her back, pulled down her pajama bottoms, and started rubbing her pussy. Adam felt the call to action in his daughter's sex organs. Rubbing her labia felt nice, and Adam knew that pretty soon it would get much more intense, but despite his curiosity about the female experience, he decided it would be inappropriate to spy on his daughter's masturbation. Adam tried to tune out everything he was feeling, but he couldn't any more than if he had been getting a blowjob in his own body. Adam resigned himself to witnessing his daughter as she got herself off.
She didn't actually go very far before she stopped. That puzzled Adam: when he was a teenager, he wouldn't have been able to just stop masturbating once he'd begun.
Curiosity gripped Adam as Fiona stood up and stripped free of her pajamas. From the back of her closet, under boxes of winter clothes, Fiona retrieved a plain brown box. Adam didn't get a good look at the rest of the contents, but what Fiona took out was a seven inch long dildo - veiny and realistic-looking.
Fiona licked the suction-cup end and stuck it to the mirror mounted on her bedroom wall. On her hands and knees, she backed up into the big silicon thing, wiggling her rear to position the tip perfectly at her vagina without needing her hands. Fiona shifted on her knees, and the tip entered her. Adam felt a sense of pressure inside his body - or rather, Fiona's. The sensation was alien, but there was no mistaking her body's approval at the intrusion.
By rocking her hips to and fro, and with the occasional extra wiggle, Fiona pushed more of the dildo into her pussy, bit by bit covering it with her slippery juice and acclimating her body to its size. It felt wonderful, Fiona settled into a pumping rhythm. The feeling shared similarities with Adam's lifetime of experiences stroking his dick, but it wasn't the same. Adam wondered how much of the dildo he was feeling - how much Fiona had taken inside of her - but she didn't ever look back. It felt like a lot. Adam doubted that the girl's tiny body could fit more than was already inside her.
Fiona stopped again, moving away from the dildo wall. Adam was disappointed. He had been enjoying the feeling of a well-pumped vagina. His body - or hers - had been promised a wealth of additional good feelings, and Adam felt short-changed.
Fiona, however, knew what she was doing. Returning to her cardboard box, this time she pulled out a butt-plug and a bottle of lube. She covered the blunted cone-shaped thing with the slippery liquid and then pushed the tip into her butt hole. Her sphincter was putting up a good fight, but it stretched more and more as it was forced to accommodate the butt plug's ever-wider girth.
Adam was sure that the girl's bottom couldn't possibly stretch any wider - that pain was certain to follow quickly if she didn't stop - but Fiona managed to sink it in deeper still. Finally, Adam felt Fiona's sphincter snap tight around the plug's stem. The entire bulb of the butt plug was inside Fiona's ass, creating a different feeling of pressure - strange but not unwelcome.
Fiona flexed her butt-muscles once or twice, frustrating and confusing her body with the thing inside. Quickly, though, she got back onto her hands and knees, and filled her cunt up again with the patiently waiting silicon on the mirror.
The limits that Adam had imagined for Fiona's body were once again dashed. Now she had two cavities completely stuffed with silicon cock-substitutes. That sensation, and the motion inside her that her gyrations were causing, were almost unbearably delightful.
A moment later, Fiona brought her hand to her hairless crotch, but then she hesitated. For the love of god, yes, do it! Adam thought, every bit as sexually frenzied as his host but frustrated by his helplessness.
Fiona teased herself, momentarily, and in so doing teased her father without knowing it. She tickled her clit, barely touching it a few times, but denying her body the escalation it was screaming for. And then all at once, she went at it full-force, rubbing her little stiff button with a well-practiced vigor while still pumping the dildo on the wall.
Fiona's moans were high and light, and some part of Adam's mind was once again reminded of a child, but that thought was quickly lost in the confusion and bliss of climax. Every muscle in her body, it seemed, was spasming and squeezing on the hard things inside her.
It came at her in waves, and after the first one she fell onto her side and curled up as if bracing herself while being struck by her orgasm. The wall's dildo was left behind as she fell, and the feeling of emptiness in her pussy was suddenly as strange as the feeling of fullness had been, minutes before.
Fiona cleaned up - her body as well as her toys - and then put her sex toy box back in the closet. She put her pajamas back on, climbed into bed, and shut out the light, still high on endorphins.
The Boyfriend
Fiona's clothing choices on Sunday morning confused Adam. She had very deliberately chosen a sexy sheer black bra/panties combo, but then covered them up with completely plain every day shorts, shirt, and sneakers. Maybe the previous night's dildo indulgence had left her with a lingering feeling of secret sexiness. Three days before, Adam would have been shocked to learn that she even owned underwear like that.
The morning consisted of housework with Fiona's mom, Rachel, while they discussed the previous day's comic convention and the party - although Fiona certainly kept some details to herself. A number of times they took breaks to look at Fiona's pictures, and Rachel seemed delighted by Fiona's explanation of her costume backstory, and anecdotes about her friends.
Adam wondered how much longer he was going to be trapped in his daughter's body. He wondered where his body was, and what was its condition. Even if Dr. Sykora was a mad scientist, Adam guessed that he wouldn't have done anything that would cause permanent harm. Truthfully, he wasn't in a hurry. The way Fiona and her mother were bonding was exactly what he felt was missing from his relationship with his daughter. He felt glad to be a part of it, as strange as the circumstances were. It was nice to see the old Rachel again, too - the one who wasn't always defensive and angry.
Shortly before noon, the doorbell rang, and Rachel invited Scott in. Scott had been a good friend of both Adam's and Rachel's, and for a year after the divorce, Scott and Rachel had dated. They were perfectly friendly with each other now, so Adam concluded that their relationship couldn't possibly have been very deep.
"You ready, kiddo?" Scott asked Fiona.
"You bet!" She replied.
"Have fun at the comic store," Rachel said as they left.
Fiona told her stories from the convention again as the two zipped off in Scott's BMW convertible. They didn't go straight to the comic store like Rachel had suggested, though - they stopped off at Scott's house.
"I'll be right back, I promise. I just need to respond to this email really quickly," Scott explained before disappearing into his home office.
Fiona went outside and basked in the sunshine. Then, a moment later, she took off all of her clothes. She laid an oversized towel from a cabinet next to the pool and lay on it with her eyes closed, completely relaxed. The sun was warm enough to make her sweat, but a gentle breeze kept her comfortable. Adam was nervous about what would happen next.
And then Fiona was being tickled. She kept her eyes closed, but she writhed and squealed as the middle-aged man touched her sides and knees inappropriate. A moment later, there was a warm wet sensation on her pussy, and a softly sweeping tongue around her gash. The tickling continued even as this new sensation was added, and coos intermixed with Fiona's laughter.
It didn't take long for the tickling to stop and the licking to intensify. Fiona's body felt strangely serene, even despite the ball of sexual energy building inside of her. She put her hands on her lover's head and opened her eyes. Fiona's gaze locked with Scott's, and a wave of something swept through her body - not lust, but love? Adam wondered.
She closed her eyes again and let him push her closer to climax. Occasionally her legs would squeeze his head, or her hips push her twat harder into his face.
Fiona muttered, "Oh yeah, oh god yeah, it feels so good!" in her babyish voice just before she came. Her body glowed with happiness while her pelvic muscles spasmed on their own. For twenty seconds her orgasm spun like a top throughout her, until it eventually ran out of momentum, toppled, and ended.
The couple kissed after that, and Fiona licked at her juices on Scott's face like a puppy.
Fiona fixed up her pink hair in a bun before the two entered the pool, taking care not to get it wet. She didn't want to traumatize it any more than she already had, she explained.
There was a considerable amount of groping and teasing from both Fiona and Scott for a while, but then they stopped and Fiona watched while Scott swim laps. At first, Adam was relieved, thinking that maybe the erotic part of their day was done. His hopes were dashed as he felt the now familiar tingling of arousal through his daughter's body. Adam was sure he wasn't gay, but while Fiona watched the handsome naked man swimming - staring at his butt and arms, and occasionally catching a glimpse of his dong - he felt a carnal craving for the man. It was Fiona's craving, he knew, but he felt it as if it were his own.
Upon leaving the pool, Fiona's lover caringly toweled her off and then let down her hair. "I love the pink," he told her.
After Scott was done drying himself, Fiona wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. Scott squatted down and lifted the girl off her feet. His awakening erection poked at her leg while he carried her.
Scott sat Fiona on the edge of the towel cabinet. She kicked her feet girlishly until he spread her legs and stepped inside them. His dick poked around gently at the folds of her sex like a dog sniffing at an exotic scent. Both of them were releasing their bodies' natural lubricants, which were spread around as Scott's dick poked and slid on the outside of her pussy.
Scott took on a contemplative look. "I haven't sucked your tits today, have I?" He asked. Fiona shook her head enthusiastically.
And then Scott's mouth attached itself to Fiona's left breast. This, Adam decided, was a uniquely female joy. He'd had women suck on his nipples before as foreplay, but it was always just play - it could just as easily have been any other part of his body. That's not how it was now. Fiona's whole body felt a rush of pleasure. Yes - you're doing it right! More of this! is what Fiona's body was telling him. He could feel her vaginal juices seeping out of her cunt, begging to play host to his cock.
Fuck me now! Adam found himself thinking - or maybe Fiona had whispered it. He couldn't tell the difference between his own thoughts and hers anymore. God, his best friend was about to fuck him, or fuck his daughter, or whatever; and he could barely stand the wait.
Scott stood back up and once again coated his cock head with the wetness seeping out of the teenager's pussy. He paused and wiggled his eyebrows at her - an insufferable tease. "Please!" She said, sounding like a six-year-old begging for iced cream.
And then Scott invaded her cunt. It felt wonderful - more wonderful than the dildo had been. The warmth, the smell of him, his chest pressed up against hers - it was undeniably the way it should be. This sex was right. Fiona moaned and Scott pumped into her, and it seemed to Adam like Fiona was already close to coming.
"Maybe next time I'll do you in the ass," Scott suggested.
"Really?" Fiona asked as her body was bounced around by Scott's fucking.
"Maybe," Scott teased. Adam could feel Fiona smiling. A part of Adam's mind tried to question what more these two had done or would do, but it was impossible to concentrate on anything other than the aggressive pounding inside of her, and the bumping and rubbing that accompanied it.
A half a dozen moans later, Fiona spoke, in a quiet high-pitched plea. "Can you come with me? I want you to."
"I'll try," Scott said.
For the next two minutes, Scott and Fiona moaned and howled at each other, wordlessly synchronizing their nervous systems' time bombs. Finally it hit. Fiona pressed her head against Scott's shoulder and screamed joyously while her pussy convulsed around Scott's cock. Scott grunted too as his orgasm hit him an instant later and he flooded her womb with his come.
The lovers held each other for a while, sharing the last of their intimate moment, Fiona still sitting on the edge of the cabinet. Scott disappeared briefly and came back with a damp towel. He lovingly wiped Fiona's pussy and thighs, and then removed the majority of his wad of come when gravity and Fiona's kegel muscles pushed it out.
Adam felt an unfamiliar and uncomfortable closeness to Scott just then. This man had been his friend, Adam argued with himself, before sleeping with his wife, and now his daughter. He should be mad as hell, or at least resentful. Instead, he never wanted to leave Scott's side. It was all very confusing.
Scott and Fiona were back in his car on the way to the comic store when reality was ripped away from Adam and replaced with nausea the likes of which few people have ever survived. When it passed, he found himself in his own bed, in his own body, with an IV needle in his arm connected to a saline drip. A nurse beside his bed jotted notes on an iPad when she saw his eyes open.
Adam began to get up, but the nurse pushed him back. "Not until the doctor has had a chance to question you," she said. It was just as well - his body felt sluggish and distant, as if he were sick.
Epilogue
"Are you staying at your dad's place this weekend?" Elyssa asked as she passed through the livingroom with Fiona and Gretchen.
"No, thank god. My dad's been super weird lately," Fiona answered.
"What do you mean?" Elyssa questioned.
"He's been, like, stalker-curious about everything I do lately," Fiona explained. "And he keeps dropping hints about some exotic sex life he thinks I have - as if guys pay me to put on leather and spank them or something."
"Weird," Elyssa said.
"Well," Gretchen added brightly, "at least he's not treating you like a little girl any more!"
"I guess," Fiona said with a shrug.
Dr. Sykora smiled secretively once again.