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 Author: carter
Title: The Vicar's Daughter
Part: Part 1
Summary: Being caught wanking isn't always bad.
Keywords: mf, young

   It was kind of inevitable that the vicar's daughter became a fixture
round our house.  Her mum was a distant, neurotic woman who was trying to
finish the world's slowest PhD on the short stories of Katherine Mansfield.
Her father was a very English clergyman, agnostic in matters of faith and
incompetent at everything except being nice.  And I was the interloper, the
community development worker trying to build some kind of resource out of
the ruins of the church hall and village school.  The hall was up and
running as a training centre and youth club, and I was most of the way to
finding the funding to turn the school into a cottage and four flats at one
end, and a play area and starter units for businesses at the other end.  So
I had to win people over, and letting the vicar's daughter act as if she
was related to my daughters was part of that charm campaign.  My girls were
12 and 14, and looked down on this ten year old interloper as an amusing
and confusing little sister they could ignore if they couldn't be bothered.
Me?  I was quite happy.  My wife was away.  All that handy extra cash from
her doing two weeks a year as a TA nurse had turned into a six month
posting to Afghanistan.  So I was a single parent, and sexually frustrated,
and fretting every day about whether she'd be coming home or not.  We
talked when we could, and she sent blueys for the girls telling them about
the sights and the sounds of Afghanistan, leaving me with the conversations
about this leg amputation or that flash burn from an IED in a market place.
So come the summer, with Judy still three months away from coming home and
the vicar's wife wandering from summer schools to literary festivals, it
was hardly a surprise that her Amy spent more time in my office and our
house than she did at home.  Rather than let Amy be bored I got her to make
coffee, and run errands, and do research on the internet.  She wasn't
stupid - she was level headed unlike her mother, but as intelligent.  So
getting her to do little tasks was no burden.  And despite their wariness
my daughters influence rubbed off on Amy.  Her taste in clothes became more
conventional, and she started to wear alice bands or scrunchies to keep her
hair in place.  We agreed to Amy staying over only because it was becoming
a nuisance running her back and fore to her parents house to find that her
father was busy and her mother unavailable.  My daughter Sarah teased me
that I'd be becoming a foster parent.  On the third Saturday Amy stayed
over it all went wrong, and right.  Sarah and Jacqui went to a friends
house, and decided to stay over.  That left me and Amy.  I put her to bed,
sat downstairs, logged onto the computer, and began to think about having
my lonely, porn fuelled, Saturday night wank.  I was most of the way
through, watching a video of a pretty teen being face fucked by two Italian
guys, when Amy walked in and found me.  I couldn't get my cock put away.  I
couldn't think what to do next, and I hadn't a clue as to what to say to
Amy when she asked what I was doing.  And I couldn't get the video off my
screen either.  Amy looked at me, looked at the screen, and looked at my
cock.  The teen on my screen was wearing a cheerleader skirt and a
teeshirt. Amy was wearing a long teeshirt.  But she was fascinated by what
she could see on screen, and my erection wouldn't go away.  Amy broke the
spell.  "I can do that." I looked at her, astonished.  "No Amy." "I can. 
I've seen mum do it to Brian.  Watch," And she was across the room,
kneeling by my legs, pushing my hand off my cock, replacing it with her
much smaller hand, and putting her mouth over my cock.  I wanted to use my
hand to push her away, but when her tongue licked the end of my cock I held
her head, gasped, and let her continue.

   Who was Brian?  Who cares?  I was content to put my head back and let
her continue.  She stopped, and looked up at me.  "Am I doing it right?" I
stroked her face.  "Yes - you shouldn't be doing this..." "You like it or
you'd stop me..." I couldn't argue with that.  Her head sank down into my
lap again, her tongue lapped at me, and then she started to work out a
rhythm, her hand moving on the base of my cock, her tongue licking, then
her lips milking the head of my cock.  It didn't take long for me to come.
It took her by surprise.  She swallowed some, and tried to direct my cock
away from her cheek as the second and third spurts followed.  She laughed,
giggled even.  "Now I know why mummy does that to Brian - it's fun." I
wiped some cum off her cheek with my thumb, and let her lap it off with her
tongue.  then I told her it was bed time, and she went to bed willingly,
kissing me back when I tucked her in and hugged her.

   Then I went back down and sat on the sofa, wondering if the throbbing
pulse in the pit of my stomach was going to go away.