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 Daddy's Love - Part 1

   by blondeallover@hotmail.com

   incest (father/daughter), M/f, mt/ft, oral, femdom, mast, ws curiosity,
prepubescent curiosity

   DISCLAIMER: This story involves intimate conduct between an adult and
child, a child and child.  Such conduct is never overtly sexual, but still
could be offensive to the reader.  It contains fictional accounts of incest
and incestuous interest between a parent and minor offspring.  You have
been warned.
SUMMARY: This is another coming of age story where young curiosities are
explored within a nuclear family.  A little girl lives in close quarters to
enjoy frequent opportunities to encounter an affectionate, handsome, and
fit father in the nude.  His appealing visage is imprinted into her later
erotic sensibility.  A new addition of a baby brother in the household
enhances her strong attractions to male anatomy and all its functions.  An
attractive parent is drawn into a slow but cunningly planned seduction.
The story starts in a setting of brazen incest.  A lusting teen daughter
is finally able to consummate a physical relationship with the father she
yearned to be with in carnal relations since her puberty.  She is delighted
to be confided to that he has a predisposition to be feminized in sodomy.

The next chapter will continue with their novel encounters.

   The 16 year old straddled the somewhat older nude man on his pubic bone
and lower abdomen.  She enjoyed the sensation of his fuzzy untrimmed man
bush writhing against her crotch.  It was a sensation she knew she would
have enjoyed years ago.  The moonlight wafted enough through partially
closed Venetian blinds in the bedroom, she could easily make out the
intensely attractive torso sensually covered with a cross of dark hairs
from nipple to erect nipple on sculpted pectorals, other growths especially
about strong abs at the navel, a line of treasure trail never lightening
but plunging brazenly into that masculine nest that now so elegantly
pampered her most intimate anatomy.

   "Tell me Daddy, please.  I won't ask you again.  I might just tell
certain people about what we are not supposed to be doing here in your bed,
tonight.  Now, tell me at least one thing that I could do for you that girl
friend of yours won't ever do.  . .  She won't suck that gorgeous dick of
yours?  She won't allow you to tie her down and spank her or otherwise
torture her?  What?  What won't she do that really gets you off.?""

   The father looked up at his naked daughter with a hesitant, conflicted,
and uncertain expression on his face.  Finally his dark eyes shifted to
resignation and he was able to reach for his bedside table without his
daughter having to adjust her seat.  He pulled open its drawer and reached
in for a strap that seemed to have some device attached to it.  He nearly
shoved it into the teen's face in exasperation.  "She won't use this on me.
.  . .  OK!?!"

   The startled young girl at first was not sure what hung from her
father's outstretched fist, but in the shadowy light, beamed with joy when
she realized she was encountering a strap-on with a long black hard plastic
dildo.

   She gently but exuberantly bounced little jubilant booty moves on him
and squealed with delight.  "Oh Daddy", she squeaked.  "We are going to
have so much fun.  I am the one who loves you most, Daddy.  I will do
anything for you no matter how kinky or perverted other uptight girls may
think about it. . . .  Get rid of her!"

   Trilby always loved him.  She was more attracted to him than to anyone
else, male or female.  Going as far back as she could remember, before she
could talk very well, she was drawn to him.  Her parents were nearly in
poverty in their early marriage and they lived in a very small 2 bedroom
apartment in an old walkup.

   The small bathroom did not have ventilation and would steam up to high
temperature when her parents would take their showers.  She remembers the
bathroom door opening with some force as a naked parent would step out to
towel off.  In the nicer weather they would even step into the living room
to wipe down as the best breeze would blow in from windows, there.  Mommy
wiping down was always a good show, especially as she would dry off damp
titties.  But watching Daddy always made her feel light headed with a sort
of pleasing enchantment.  All the hair on his front and on his legs would
shuffle on the towel and his muscles gliding and flexing in motion to
enable his objectives had magical appeal to the little tot.

   Unlike Mommy, Daddy was always in a good mood after his shower and would
smile and wink at his young daughter.  Aren't you glad Daddy is getting so
nice and clean and dried off?" As she got older, she never took this matter
of routine hygiene for granted, she only became more spellbound.  One time
he noticed how especially attentive she was as he crouched slightly, his
thigh and ass muscles flexed some, as he would wipe down his dick, sac of
nuts, and crotch.  It was evident she was intensely interested in how his
man parts would shuffle about with such easy flexibility.  "Trilby,
sweetie, Daddy has to make sure his penis and other places nearby are dried
off well, just like all other men and boys do after they bathe ~ just like
we do with your little vulva after you have had your bath.  You wouldn't
want your Daddy to catch cold now, would you?"

   She would not want her daddy to catch cold, but even more so, she would
want to be present whenever he did this to himself.  Summertime viewing was
the best, because he would even shave at the bathroom sink naked.  She took
to following him into the parents' bedroom whenever we would change into
his running clothes.  She would take special interest as he would pull up
his jock strap and he would make sure his junk fit into the pouch right,
his ass cheeks still bare like some strange game of peek-a-boo.  It was
pleasing because she knew that soon he would be back to undress and take
his shower, and repeat the appealing wipe down ritual again.  One fall he
would join friends for touch football.  He would amuse her by pretending he
was having trouble and being hurt by trying to outfit himself into his
athletic supporter.  She knew it was all a joke and would titter in
open-mouthed joy.  He was never a sterling athlete so that game ended all
too soon.  She took the cup of male protection with her into her room as a
favored toy.

   If he was out on his run and her mother decided it was a good time for
her to accompany her for a shopping tryst, she would not cry, but pout,
unable to hide her disappointment.  One time, they arrived home while Daddy
was still toweling off in the living room.  She dropped her bags, ran up up
to him and thrust herself into his arms for affectionate hugs and kisses.

   Trilby was nearly four when her baby brother, Dan Zach was born.  She
thought he was ugly, like some hairless helpless house pet for the first 3
months or so.  But then he became pudgy and cute, his big hazel doll baby
eyes observing her with trust and curiosity.  Soon, she was always around
when they changed or bathed him.  Both parents would try tricks to
stimulate him to pee before they would align him to a fresh diaper. 
Pouring warm water over his genitals followed by tickling him there would
sometimes do the trick.  His pudgy legs would kick once or twice and he
would affect a far off expression on his small face before his little baby
dick would point and suddenly start to spray some yellow liquid.  Like his
daddy, he had not been circumcised, so both parents knew to quickly pull
back some foreskin so the remainder would arc in a controlled stream
instead of spew out in a mess.  It was all a great production for Trilby
and she would laugh heartily in appreciation.

   The young girl became affectionate to her baby brother and she expressed
to her mother more than once that she was glad she was awarded a brother
rather than an infant sister.  This was so much more fun.  "Yes, Trilby.  A
baby boy is special with his cute little penis, isn't he?"

   But there was more good fortune when the infant sibling arrived. 
Between the 2 jobs they worked and caring for 2 young ones including a
newborn, they needed to budget their time.  Trilby would need to shower
with one of her parents and of course she chose to partner with Daddy if
she had a choice.  Bathing was never so much fun or interesting.  He would
rigorously soap himself up absolutely everywhere and she could see
everywhere he touched himself.  He would even bend over to let her wash his
back.  He would hug and kiss her before he raised himself.  A bonus would
be to watch him pee into the toilet before he stepped into the tub with
her. She would start to discuss with him the differences between boys and
girls.  She would tell her father that she thought about all the
uninhibited antics her little brother did with his penis.  After the child
grew to a point where he developed more agility, he would occasionally
reach down and fondle himself there.  She enjoyed relating to her father
how amused she was.  He would respond to her smiling, give her a wink, and
reach down to the base of his dangler and wiggle it at her.  She would
throw back her head and laugh with raucous abandon.  He would always make
sure she was dried off before he would start to towel off himself.  But she
continued the habit of watching the adult man in her family dry off
elsewhere in the apartment, now before she would start to dress herself. 
She would be scolded by her mother.  "Trilby we don't have time to waste.
You're big enough you can start to dress yourself."

   Poor young Trilby experienced real tragedy in her life.  Little Dan Zach
succumbed to a rare infantile affliction shortly before he turned a year
old.  It was a very sad time for the 3 of them.  In consolation, she and
her father became even closer.  But she was sensitive to the distance that
was growing between her parents.  They did not laugh or tease each other
the way they had before.  She spent more time alone with her father in
warmth and affection.  She was told her mother would go out to see her
friend Fran.  Fran would make a big fuss over her when she would come to
visit, but it was some years later that maturing Trilby realized Fran was
her mother's lesbian lover.  Daddy never seemed to mind.

   Only a few months after her baby brother died, Trilby and her family
moved into a bigger stand alone house.  Her mother had a junior executive
position and was able to afford to buy a small home for them.  One of the
biggest differences Trilby noticed was that no one needed to step out of
the bigger bathroom to dry off anymore.  When Mommy was away from home for
work or to spend time with Fran, her father sensed that his daughter needed
more affectionate intimacy from him again and invite her to shower with him
if she would keep it a secret from Mommy or anyone else for that matter. 
It would be back to fun times again.

   When Trilby was 8, her father was long past telling her that she was big
enough to shower by herself.  But she would still be able to watch him dry
himself off in her parents' bedroom from time-to-time.  She was invited to
a swimming pool party by a family up the street.  There was a boy a year
older than she was.  Most of the other kids were going to be boys.  She did
not mind.  She liked to watch boys rough house.  Maybe she would get lucky
and see a boy accidentally drop out of his swim trunks.  The boys ignored
her during the party, but Billy Angleton told a friend he needed to take a
break and go to the bathroom and pee.  She followed him into the house and
just as he got to the bathroom door, she nonchalantly but politely asked
him if she could watch.  "What, are you nuts.  I'm not going to ever let
any girl watch me pee." She just shrugged off the hostile response and
walked back to the pool.

   Hughie Ralston was a few months younger than Trilby and he was the only
boy who seemed to be polite and speak to her in any way that was friendly.
When he started to walk through the sliding screen in to the house, she
approached him and asked if he needed to use the bathroom for number 1.  He
shot her a suspicious expression.  "So?"

   "Well, I was wondering if you would let me watch.  You could see me
pee."

   "Are you trying to get me in trouble?"

   "No way.  No one would ever need to know."

   Hughie just shrugged his shoulders.  "Come on, I guess." If there were
not going to be any detrimental consequences for an unusual exhibition,
what did he care if some girl wanted to watch him relieve himself.  It
might be interesting to watch her, but he did not think so.

   As they were closing the bathroom door behind them, in a fit of
conscience the little girl thought it necessary to explain herself.  "I
know you think this is weird, but I had a baby brother who died.  Before it
happened, I used to think when he was older I would be able to watch him
stand at the toilet and pee into it the way his daddy does.  Somehow I
think it would make me feel better if I was able to watch another boy do
some things my brother was never able to do."

   Hughie genuinely felt badly for the sad girl who joined him in the
bathroom.  "I am sorry about your baby brother." He was at a loss for words
to follow up.  He sighed.  As he stood in front of the toilet and lifted
the seat, "There really isn't much to pissing for standing boys when they
are old enough." What he did next was totally unexpected but delighted
Trilby.  She did not want to show the extent of her enthusiasm but watched
the boy fulfill his bodily function in a way that is normally unrevealed to
girls her age, especially this explicitly.  Instead of just pulling the
front of his swim trunks down to expose and take hold of his penis, he took
hold of the band of his trunks and dropped them, such that he was nude to
her except for the trunks concealing his ankles.  His bare boy buns were a
treat for little girl eyes.  He picked up his inch long penis in his
fingers to take aim.  A different encounter than the 2 males in her family,
she was fascinated to notice that Hughie was circumcised.  She had plain
view as the stream of his urine started to flow out of the piss slit.  She
noticed he watched his aim carefully and adjusted his angle immediately
once flow started so that the stream would impact the center of the water
in the bowl.  His odor was familiar.  He really needed to pee as the stream
of urine flowed for several minutes.  Finally his last spurts to empty his
bladder revealed to her fingers that carefully navigated the little hose to
make sure his aim was still adequate, being unable to expel the remaining
liquid with the same force.  The performance to shake away the last drops
was obviously exaggerated for her benefit.  That alone was worthy of a
valuable reward.  But she could not be sure what was valuable to him.

   As he reached down to pull up his swim trunks, she undid the straps of
her one piece bathing suit.  She stood right next to him as she peeled down
the wet suit down below her legs so that he could get a good look at her in
full frontal nudity, little girl parts and all.  He was stepping to the
sink to wash his hands pretending he was not much interested.  But she
could see out of the corner of his eye, he caught a good peek at her
between the legs.  For a fleeting moment it crossed her mind to grab his
hand and direct it to between her legs so that his fingers could touch her
there.  But better sense told her that would be too outrageous.  She
lowered the toilet seat as the device finished flushing.  As she seated
herself to happily pee into the bowl below herself, she noticed a very
satisfying sense of goose flesh and tingling had run through from her scalp
to her toes all the while and was charmed by this nice boy washing his
hands next to her.

   Before Trilby turned 9, she jumped on her parents' bed one Saturday
morning, as she often did.  Her mother was with Fran as was often the case.
She wanted to challenge her slumbering daddy to a tickle fight from which
she would always be defeated to her delight.  But jumping on her daddy she
noticed something hard and tube like down by his legs beneath the blanket.
She looked at him worried as he really had not opened his eyes yet.  "Daddy
what is so hard in the bed where I think your penis should be?  What is it?
Have you gotten sick?  "

   Her daddy did not answer right away but let out a long sigh.  "No
sweetheart!" He yawned.  "This is what happens to the penis of boys and men
sometimes, often when they have been asleep.  It swells up and gets
bigger."

   "Oh Daddy, show me.  Show me!"

   Her daddy moaned.  He contemplated in the haze of his awakening whether
that was such a good idea.  The innocent pressure of her little legs and
hands had the stimulating effect of retaining the aroused strain of his
erection.  "I don't know if you're really old enough to be shown such
things."

   The child started to become generally agitated and jumping around on the
bed.  "Please Daddy.  I need to see it.  Show me that you are alright."

   The man smiled.  "Oh sweetie pie.  Daddy's fine.  You are too young to
know about these things but if stuff like this did not happen to Daddy and
other men my age, then we would not be healthy.  You will know better when
you are older.  . . .  OK!  I will show you, but if I promise you have no
need to be upset with what you see, promise me you will not be."

   "I promise, Daddy.  Cross my heart, no crossed fingers or toes."

   Her Daddy peeled back the blanket and bed sheet.  He was wearing
underwear to bed, as usual.  Her eyes grew to the size of quarters when she
saw the bulge beneath his boxers.  "Trilby, sweetie, when this happens to a
man's or older boy's penis, this is what is called an 'erection'" .  He
grabbed the band of his boxers on either side with fingers from both hands
and raise his hips to quickly yank them down and expose himself to his
young daughter.

   The child was so astonished by what she saw she quickly flinched back
and then jumped off the bed.  "Daddy does it hurt you to be this way?"

   Her father was reaching down for the bed sheet and blanket to cover
himself.  "Not usually sweetie.  But we have spoken to you before about
what happens when mommies and daddies get together to make a baby.  You
already know that a daddy penis has to connect to a mommy vagina in her
vulva for that to happen.  The daddy's penis has to be like what I showed
you for that connection to happen."

   Trilby protested with some confusion.  "But you and Mommy already
connected to make me and Ben Zach.  I liked the shape of your penis the way
it was before.  How can men walk around in their pants once their penis
gets big that way?"

   The father awakening in the bed smiled and chuckled as he figured out
the confusion of his young daughter.  "Oh sweetie, the penis doesn't stay
that way once it gets big like that .  Once it gets erect, it goes back to
its regular shape after a time like the shape you like your daddy's to be.
But I think its time you had a another talk with your mother about the
changes in girls bodies as they get older."

   The child in her p.j.s stepped up to her father and looked him straight
in the eye.  "I know all about growing boobies and hair growing down on
girl pussies.  But how boys' bodies change is what I really want to know
about. .Has your penis gotten smaller back to what it normally is?"

   "First, I suppose it is normal for you to start to be curious about
boys. As for how girls' bodies change, I still think you need to know more.
I am going to tell your mother you are in need of more frank discussion. 
As for Daddy's penis right now, if you want, I will show you."

   The young girl nodded her head with enthusiasm and a big smile.  He
pulled his bed coverings up and back far enough where the young girl could
see her father's male hose was flaccid resting astride on one of his
thighs. "Oh, that looks nice."

   "Thank you.  Now get to the kitchen and we will see about getting some
breakfast together.  I will get up and follow you soon."

   Trilby stood at the bedside, looking at her father not saying anything.
She started to speak but then hesitated, then started to speak again.  Her
father was awake enough to see that her little mind was excitedly trying to
sort things out.  "Daddy, I liked looking at your penis so big like that.
Do you think you could make it hard and long to look at again?"

   The parent grabbed a pillow off the bed and slung it at his young
daughter.  "That is not the sort of thing daddies show their little girls.
You got your peek, you have no business ever seeing me that way again."

   Trilby was nonplussed by her father's stern tone.  She continued on.  "
The skin on top was pulled back enough where I could see that your pee hole
had gotten as big as a small animal's eye.  It had veins on its length like
on your hands.  It smelled kind of funny.  but nice.  I'll bet mommies get
real happy when they know daddies are going to be naked and connect with
them with their pussies with the penis that has gotten erected."

   Trilby's daddy couldn't help but laugh in spite of himself.  Kids get
wound up at an earlier age all the time.  "I tell you what.  If you promise
to be a good girl today, we can start the day the way I tell you.  Since it
is such a warm day for the fall, I will get coffee for myself and start to
help you get breakfast ready without wearing any clothes.  Then we can take
the first shower together in many months and you can ask me as many
questions about changing bodies and erections and mommies and daddies
connecting to make babies as you want.  But you are not going to be able to
see me with my penis erect again.  Got that?"

   The young girl was jumping up and down in excitement, nodding in
agreement.  In her exuberance, she frantically unbuttoned her pj top and
pulled it off tossing it away.  She instantly dropped the bottom dancing a
sort of naked jig in front of her daddy .

   "Go put your robe on."

   "But you said you are going to the kitchen without any clothes on." "
You can go back to your room and read your books all morning or you can put
your robe on."

   She hurriedly did as she was told.



   Hughie Ralston and Trilby seemed to be the first couple among third
graders.  Some of the other boys would harass him for it.  But the girls
were nice to him.  He was handsome, after all ~ dusty blonde hair that
seemed to lay out nicely on its own, and slate blue deep set eyes.  He had
a habit of wearing odd clothes that revealed a tendency to think for
himself at such a tender age ~ like wearing sandals on warm days.  If any
other boys tried to bully him for his eccentric behavior, he could stare
them down with powerful expressions of mean looks.  It was only Cricket
LaBlonskie who ever really challenged him, and he was awarded with a bloody
nose in less than a minute.

   They would take a long path through nearby woods to walk home from
school together.  At first he was indifferent to obliging her by peeing
against a tree or bushes in her presence.  But by the 4th grade he would
actually look forward to exposing himself to her.  He would save as much a
full bladder as he could stand.  Part way home, they would divert to a
favorite discreet spot, yards from their familiar trail.  She would watch
intently as he would unzip and reach in to make his boy hose visible to
her. He would take aim and squirt his expulsion.  She would enjoy his
audible sighs of relief as his bladder would contract.  Eventually, peeing
into bushes was the favored technique.  Listening to the piddle as it
impacted little leaves and clusters of delicate stems had a way of
enhancing the adventurous quality of the event.

   Hughie was an adventure to young Trilby.  She would catch herself
daydreaming what it would be like to catch sight of him naked again.  How
much longer would it be before they both started growing hair around their
sex parts?  Would they agree to proudly show off their development to each
other?  She did not want to make known her feelings about such things to
Hughie in the near future.  She did not want to frighten him off.  She
listened to Katie Kalender complain about knowing that her 14 year old
brother was "playing with himself" all the time.  His dick was "boned up"
more than it was normal.  The other girls would squint in protest, although
they would always be keenly interested in Katie's remonstrances.  "Ewwww!"
Trilby was still at such a young age that she wondered if boys really
became like that.  She remembered her daddy telling her in that shower so
many months earlier that boys get very "horny".  If it was true, it was a
powerful incentive for her to stay with Hughie.  She wanted to be a part of
his life when those urges beset him.

   Boys and girls were coupling more in the 7th grade at the middle school
they attended.  One of her good friends, Julie Stansberry confided to her
that she did not want a steady boyfriend unless he would first agree to let
her get a good look at him.  Trilby responded with a puzzled expression. 
"Mom is going to be away tomorrow afternoon.  Come over to my place and I
will show you some websites I have found."

   The next afternoon that sense of light headed mild trance that she
experienced when Hughie would pull out his dick to show her overcame Julie
for the rest of the afternoon.  The 2 girls treated themselves to pictures
of naked boys they estimated just a little older than themselves to grown
men.  The most exciting pictures were certainly of the boned up guys.  They
both agreed that it was awesome that boys' and men's penises erect and
otherwise came in such a broad variety of shapes and sizes.  Again, Trilby
was reminded of information imparted to her in that shower.  The big guys
were a little intimidating because Trilby suspected that it would hurt to
be penetrated by them.  But Julie beamed and chuckled, contemplating how
amazing it would be to watch a big guy beat off.  The pictures of naked
boys masturbating were eye opening.

   If Hughie had not already been able to make himself cum like that yet,
it would be soon ~ no getting around that she would figure out a way to get
him out of all his clothes and show her how much he enjoys beating off. 
She was confident of that.  But if only she could figure out a way to get
the most beautiful man in her life she truly loved to show himself to her
doing that.  She saw Daddy naked with less frequency just as she fantasized
she would like to spend time with him that way almost always.  She tried to
recall how his erect penis looked that morning in his bed.  Perhaps because
she only saw him that way for fleeting seconds, she could not trust herself
to recollect its appearance.  She remembered it as straight and thick, not
really pale but not dark either, not too big and not too small.  Was this
perfection in her mind accurate or suggested by imagination for the depth
of feelings she had for him?  She could resort to blackmail if she got
really desperate.  But she knew that would destroy any real intimacy
between them and he would never really trust her again.  She remembered her
daddy's "infirmnia".  She would never again be allowed to see him boned up
again.  There just had to be a way to blow this horrid injunction out of
the water.  She would think about it.

   The week before summer vacation on the walk home from school, Trilby
stopped Hughie in the woods and turned to him before he had a chance to
unzip.  She had noticed in recent days that his voice was cracking and he
would ramble on for a time at a lower decibel.  It was appealing to her and
it was clue that other were other changes about him as well.  "I can feel
my boobies are starting to pop out.  My nipples can get real hard, now. 
Mom always seems so busy, so I am going to ask Daddy to make an appointment
for me to have myself fitted into a training bra."

   "Trilby that is so cool." She grabbed him by the wrists and had him
place his hands on her chest to feel her up.

   She sighed as he massaged her developing woman parts with some
competence.  " I think I am going to have my first period real soon.  After
Mom, you will be the first to know.  I told you I sometimes stand in front
of our full length mirror.  I noticed I am starting to grow some fuzzy
hairs near my pussy. . . .  Now go to the place you want to unzip and show
me what you have to pee."

   Trilby actually knelt down very close to get a better look at Hughie to
reach through his open fly to pull out his pecker.  He struggled some and
she was delighted that it was bigger but probably not big enough to be
judged pecker wood.  It took him longer to exert urine from his
semi-stretched urethra, but once started, streamed in his usual steady
flow. She thought she noticed 2 or 3 long crinkly hairs near the fingers
that clasped his dick.

   As he was packing it away back into his pants, Trilby looked at her boy
seriously in the eye.  "Look cutie pie, I think you have been holding out
on me.  You should be telling me if you are starting to sprout a nice patch
of weed around your dick and nuts.  I am your girl.  In girl's sex ed we
have learned all about the things that happen to you boys when you change.
Your girl should be with you every step of the way, cheering you on and be
excited with you for all the new things that happen.  "

   She smiled at him and pressed up against him.  "And I want you to be
excited by the changes that are happening to me.  . . .  But I know other
things about boys that they do not tell about in sex ed so much.  Is that
cute thing of yours getting hard and boned up all the time?  Have you
started to stroke it much yet?  Have you gotten the white stuff to cum out
of your pee hole, yet?  Not only do I want to you to think about me when
you do that to yourself, I want to watch you pull down your pants and show
what it looks like when that horny urge strikes you.  It is time I started
seeing white semen cum out of your little hole instead of piss" Trilby
wasn't going to demand a response from him for all her galling demands just
yet.  She would allow him to mull it over first.

   About 10 days after summer vacation started, her mother told her that
Hughie was on the phone.  He was practically breathless with excitement. 
"I jerked off in the shower last night thinking about you and how your
boobies are popping out.  I got the white cum to gush out in bucket loads.
This morning I stroked myself again just to make sure I could still cum
semen.  I did but not quite so much.  I guess its time to make a date in
the woods so you can see how I do it, huh?"

   Trilby had to lower the decibel because her mother was nearby.  "That is
real nice Hughie but it just so happens I started my first period
yesterday, also.  I was just telling my mother about it now.  You can
imagine its like all hell is breaking loose plus I expect to feel blah
about it for the next few days."

   "OK, that 's cool.  I hope you feel better soon.  But come to see me
when you want to arrange for the special appointment.  " He giggled.

   "You bet Hughie.  Don't stop anything on my account.  Bye, now"

   "Oh Trilby, you did not just tell that boy you started your period. 
Sometimes I despair of you."

   "Oh Mom, kids our age now are educated about these things.  Why not tell
a nice boy about an important moment in a girl's life?  He was happy for me
but also told me he hoped that I would feel better."

   Five days later, feelings were coursing through Trilby's veins that were
more powerful than she had ever experienced before.  She knew that she was
a lucky girl and had an outlet.  She trotted purposefully the 2 blocks to
the family home of Hughie ~ lucky he was home.  She hugged him and kissed
him when she knew his parents were not looking.  His voice had completely
dropped now.

   He told his parents that varsity football tryouts were starting at the
school just after dinner time and that Trilby wanted him to join her in
watching a cousin of her's try out.  "That is very nice, Hughie.  You ought
to invite your friend to join you in activities you would like to do."

   "Oh, I will."

   That evening the 2 of them could not trot out to the woods fast enough.
Trilby was giggling and chattering about nothing that seemed of consequence
to Hughie.  He had exciting things in mind.  When they found the first
small clearing, they kissed passionately for the first time At the same
time one or the other fumbled at Hughie's belt.  "Oh cutie pie, not just
the pants.  Take it all off.  Let me see you do it naked.  It has been too
long since I have seen that adorable ass of yours."

   Trilby was mesmerized with enchantment as she studied the naked boy
reclining on the ground, his head and back resting against a tree
blissfully working his red 6" tool.  His legs were wide open as he
gracefully caressed his sack of nuts sporadically.  The passion with which
he clenched his fist around his exercised meat was very affecting to the
female.  She knelt next to him and just as he wrapped her arms around his
bare shoulders and looked down at his handiwork, she heard his loudest moan
and a couple of spurts shot inches from his dilated pee hole on to his
hands and bush.  "Wow your sex smells so ripe.  Does it always smell like
that when boys cum?"

   She could see the pangs of pleasure were still surging through the boy's
naked body.  "That was definitely hot.  But Hughie let me help you with
your technique and maybe you could last longer." They never got to the
football tryouts.  Cuddling with a naked boy was so much more satisfying.
When she got home, she closed herself off in the bathroom, stripped off all
her clothes, turned the shower spigots on full blast, and sitting on the
bathtub floor with her legs spread wide opened, diddled herself to what
would be the first of many explosive orgasms over the years.

   They had many more opportunities to work on Hughie's technique, much to
his advantage, But more so, it was a learning experience to see how her boy
would continue to change as the summer wore on.  He must have grown a ½ a
foot and every rendezvous in the woods, alone at each other's homes, or
wherever, she would see visible changes from the previous session.  He had
been a little smaller than most boys for his age, but would be above
average when school started that fall.  His hands and feet would be bigger,
his muscle tone improved and his shoulders seemed to stretch a little more.
He grew out more fuzzy hair at his arm pits and dick.  His testicles had
obviously descended before, but they grew bigger and started to hang lower.
One would hang considerably lower than the other, like her daddy's.  Most
of all his flaccid dick grew and when erect it would seem thicker.  She
went to pains to compliment him on all these developments.  He in turn
would inquire about how her tits were sprouting and how her little puss was
coming along.  He would even ask about the quantity of her flow during her
periods.  He related how often he thought about how nice her cute little
ass was spreading.

   For all the sex, by the end of the summer Hughie only seemed hornier. 
He would exuberantly strip off all his clothes and toss them every which
way, yelling cat calls.  All he wanted to do aside from his performance was
talk about sex.  Trilby realized it was all true and then some.  Boys were
not romantic, but naturally drug addled and afflicted with mind altering
addiction.  Watching her boy naked reveling in all his manias, she formed a
new empathy and caring about young males.  For the first time, she
understood and was considerate of all the challenges and burdens boys had
to endure to grow into well balanced productive men.  She would now
endeavor to be nice to them ~ to assist and make easier their tasks and
burdens whenever she could.

   The next 2 years she began to be bold enough to have more items of
clothes removed.  Her tits were becoming shapely B-cup with perked up
nipples when hard.  He was very astute at petting her when they made out.
He could get her off to pleasurable highs easily.  She had bright dark
pretty eyes like her daddy's and rosy lips in her maturity.  Even the
senior boys began to take notice.  Eventually, masturbation led to mutual
masturbation, simultaneous hand and finger jobs, giving head led to 69ing,
and ultimately the youth took Trilby's cherry ½ way into her 15th year.

   But she did not want to grow apart form her daddy.  He seemed to be more
distant, although little episodes of intimacy were encouraging to her.  She
was the one who would deliberately traipse about in the house in some state
of undress when they were alone together.  She would flirt with her parent
after her shower with only her towel clutched to her front.  She would walk
by him in small steps to the kitchen to get a soda so that he could see the
way her bare ass was moving more like a woman's.  He would not object, but
he would not seem to take much interest either.

   Daddy took to drinking more beer.  It was apparent her parents' marriage
was falling apart.  She would try to cheer him up with little anecdotes of
nostalgia.  He supervised her mostly to make sure she was studying
diligently.  Otherwise he didn't care about her comings and goings.  Hughie
seemed to be a nice and smart enough boy.  One Sunday afternoon, she found
his bedroom door was part way open.  He was bored with the games on TV so
she thought he might be getting ready to go out running.  When she walked
in he was completely naked about to step into his strap.  As usual, he was
very sensual this way to his young daughter, but now in her developing
teens with raging hormones his image "au naturel" was profoundly erotic for
her.  She found her breathing became very shallow, her heartbeat started
racing immediately.  "I am glad you still go out running, Daddy.  Do you
remember how much I used to enjoy watching you pull up your jock strap?"

   The man did not even look at his daughter.  "It is not the same anymore
Trilby.  You are not Daddy's little girl anymore.  You can have interest in
boys now when it comes to watching other people put on or take off their
clothes.  It is time to grow up and think about the way a young woman would
think about her father."

   The daughter burst into tears.  "But I do have a young woman's interest
in you Daddy.  And you can't ever ask me to stop thinking about you the way
I did when I was little.  How dare you?  There is always going to be some
of that little girl in me.  You can be the kind, nice, and loving intimate
man you once were, if you want." The teen ran out of the bedroom into her
own wailing cries of tearful distress.

   One day she was surprised to see that the bathroom door was unlocked
when her father was taking his shower.  This was when her parents were
officially separated and she seldom saw her mother.  The next time he
showered, she walked in to announce that she was just going to put on some
makeup.  The light in her bedroom was just too dingy.  "OK sweetie."

   Another time, "Daddy I just need to sit on the toilet to do a quick
number 1."

   Daddy joked.  "I hope that is all.  I worked all morning to get this
bathroom clean and smelling nice."

   Then feeling bold, she would wait until the spigots were off and she
figured he was toweling off.  "Hi Daddy!" She would beam a bright smile. 
"Just me trying to find all my skin creams."

   Soon after, he would be buck naked strolling out of the bathroom toward
his own bedroom running a towel through his hair.  Could the old
familiarity be returning?  She hoped so.  He had such a great bare ass.  He
still looked so awesome in his birthday suit in his forties.  The old
feelings reminded her that as nice as Hughie is, Daddy was still the hot
man in her life.  She could follow him into his bedroom and talk to him
about anything now as he dried himself and dressed ~~ school, Hughie, other
boys, Mom, even Fran.  Conversation would even sometimes gravitate about
explicit sex.  His tone was back to gentle and reassuring.

   Sometimes he would walk into the bathroom while she took her shower to
pee in the toilet or shave.  She would feel enervated and alive to turn off
the spigots and turn to pull back the shower curtain and reveal her
transforming figure to glorious womanhood to the man who helped conceive
her.  He would not even object to her sitting nude in the living room with
him for a time after her shower.  If there was just more physical
affection, things would be back to the way they were.  But she knew that
eventually she wanted so much more.  She would need to connive to get it.

   One day in the summer after she had just turned 16, she was wearing her
bikini.  She went up to her father and showed how under the fabric her tan
lines were so stark even in the early summer.  "By August, it is just going
to look insane.  Since our yard is so well fenced off and private, do you
think it would offend anyone if I tanned out doors nude to try and even
things out."

   "I don't think privacy would be an issue, sweetie.  But I don't want you
spending ½ the day out there sunning and get bad burns in sensitive places.
Don't be stupid and just sit out for little stretches of time."

   She smiled broadly and kissed Daddy on his cheek.  ":I will Daddy. 
Promise." Before exiting the bedroom she was reaching back to loosen the
strap of her bikini top while headed to the bathroom for fresh towels.  The
house was one of those queer arrangements where entry into the back yard
was through sliding glass doors from the master bedroom.  She knew her
father would be able to watch her coming and going in her nudity from the
bedroom.

   Sometimes while stretched out on the chaise lounge she would spread her
legs wide open so that fresh summer breezes could cool her crotch and
opening female nether lips.  She often hoped Daddy was spying on her.  In
short weeks, she would learn that he had been ~ a lot.  .

   Occasionally the activity worked according to unspoken plan.  After
Daddy would return from work, he would announce that he would go out for a
run.  There was still enough sunlight for bathing.  Trilby would go to her
room to take off her clothes and get hold of her tanning lotion.  She would
saunter into Daddy's bedroom nude just as he was nude and about to pull up
his jock strap.  Watching that, she would then turn to open the sliding
back doors to let herself out into the yard.  She would let herself in when
her father was showering in the bathroom and wait for him to come back.  He
would stroll back in nude and drying himself.  She would just sit on the
bed watching him wordlessly and studying all his superlative sexy movement
before exiting the bedroom toward the bathroom to take her own shower.  She
would be able to diddle herself to a mind blowing long orgasm in the tub.

   The time was right.  It had to be soon.  The injunction against seeing
Daddy's male excitement in all its glory of tough heat and aggressive
intention would have to come to a crashing conclusion.  That would be the
premise to Trilby's quintessence of erotic experience and with her own
father.

   (to be continued. . . .)



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