Mandy lay quietly in her bed-fantasizing about how it would feel the first time ...
She envisioned the well-built man-he was standing in the nude before her, his cock erect and ready to take away her maidenhood. She spread her legs as far apart as they would go, preparing to be invaded by the huge tool. The man mounted her, kissed her breasts softly, nibbled on her hardened nipples. She felt the excitement growing in her loins-as the man entered her. The man ...the handsome, lusty man ... her father ...
Chapter One
Jim Claxton was happy. At thirty-eight, he already possessed the things he only dreamed about as a young man; a wife and daughter he would die for, a growing electronics business he worked hard at, and a large home in a community where he was genuinely respected. His problems were small and manageable. These thoughts were in Jim's mind as he quietly let himself in the front door.
School-board meetings were boring and took up valuable time he could be spending with his family. But, he knew they heightened his community visibility and in the long run the benefits would be well worth it. Since the meeting lasted until after midnight and his wife and daughter were already asleep, he had decided a few drinks with some of the board members might get a pet project approved. Jim's first athletic love was gymnastics and, having once advanced as far as the Olympic Trials, he believed there was a need for a summer gymnastics program to supplement the school's regular one. His points on physical fitness among youth, the media attention given to the quadrennial Olympic Games, plus the promise of continued success by the school teams were well received by the members and a promise by the board president, that Jim would receive an answer within a week.
Jim was pleasantly high from the drinks and conversation and was hoping for some intimate celebrating with his wife. First, though, he wanted to check on his daughter Mandy.
The gymnastics program was really for her. She had shown a keen interest and better-than-average ability for the sport. Jim thought it would be better to have Mandy stay home this summer doing something constructive and to her liking than spending her time at camp as she had done the previous years.
Her night-light was on and Jim realized that her blankets were kicked off the bed, as usual. When Jim's eyes adjusted to the light, he saw her pink nylon nightgown was rolled high on her waist, exposing the creamy expanse of belly and white cotton panties. Her meaty little thighs were spread slightly, revealing her plump virginal teenage mound. Instead of retrieving the bed clothes immediately, Jim continued to stare at his petite, eighteen-year-old, blonde-haired daughter.
He couldn't believe the feelings surging through his body. His cock was already rock-hard and straining against his tight jockey shorts. The relaxed face dreaming little dreams, the hint of breasts beneath the gown, the cute indented belly button, and, most of all, her pantied crotch were making him quiver. The legs of the panties had obviously ridden up in the night, making her vulva more prominent; and Jim was wondering how her underwear must look bunched in the crack of her sweet young ass.
Just then, his daughter stirred. Jim grabbed for covers. But as he was pulling the blanket over Mandy's naked thighs, he allowed his pinky to trace across the teenager's cunt; actually feeling the faint split of her outer lips. With the covers back in place, he staggered out of the room on rubbery legs, retreated to the bathroom and closed the door.
His thoughts were confused as he gazed into the mirror. Nothing like this had ever happened to him before. Just yesterday, it seemed, he was still dressing, undressing and bathing her. But now, for some reason, things had changed. Maybe the drinks or the successful lobbying were the cause. Jim didn't know; but one thing he did know: he had to quickly forget it or else it would drive him crazy.
Washing his face with cold water took off some of the edge. And after brushing his teeth he felt much better. The sexual tension was still there as bespoke his straining hard-on, but he knew that could be taken care of by his wife's gorgeous body.
The master bedroom was dark and he could barely hear the even breathing of his slumbering wife. Jim quietly stripped off his clothes, sighing with relief when his overheated penis was finally released from the confines of his shorts. Stroking his manhood, Jim thought how lucky he was to have such a good tool: a full seven inches with a plum-sized head, which his wife Barbi said: "couldn't be any more perfect for my every hole."
He climbed gently into bed, taking care not to disturb her. For these late-night sessions, Barbi preferred to be awakened by kisses and intimate caresses. Jim slid the sheets to the side of the bed and admired the sleeping form of his wife. There was just enough light from the hall-for Mandy's nocturnal trips to the bathroom-coming in through the open space of the partially-closed bedroom door. She was laying on her stomach, wearing one of the short sleep-time football jerseys Jim had bought for her as a gag last Christmas at the height of the playoffs. To his surprise and delight, she liked them and wore one at least once a week.
Barbara Lyle Claxton was beautiful, a tall willowy woman who kept in shape through a vigorous daily routine. Her tits were not her bragging point, being slightly smaller than average. But they were firm and, when aroused, topped by two of the longest, hardest nipples Jim ever had the pleasure to see. The waist was small; almost as small as Mandy's. This, though, was only the prelude, for her structured curving hips carried the most perfect of sculptured asses.
With Barbi in her present position and her most voluptuous attributes at hand, Jim easily decided on that night's target. He had only to raise the hem of the nightshirt slightly to expose her black bikinied bottom. With soft, barely-touching fingers, he outlined her fanny cheeks, first one side, then the other.
At this point she woke up and tried to turn over. Jim, using firm pressure on the small of her back, negated the intended maneuver and whispered: "Don't you move a muscle, Barb."
"Hi, Honey," she murmured, still half-asleep, "I was going to wait for you, but I felt very sleepy."
"That's all right, Barb. I'm home now and I've been admiring your lovely ass. So, just relax and let me do some more admiring."
"Mmm, yes, Honey. You keep doing what you're doing," she cooed as she ground her pantied cunt into the mattress.
Jim continued to just barely touch, gliding his fingers across his wife's awakening pussy. The surprise of how much warmer it was between her legs never ceased to amaze him. But the really incredible thing was the rush of heat released when her sex was finally aroused. His touch now became a little more insistent. He kept sliding his fingers up and down her crack, pushing her underwear closer and closer to her heat. Feeling her asshole through the thin gauzy material and the increased dampening of her womanhood told Jim how excited his wife was becoming. With Jim's middle finger now affixed to her twat slit and his thumb circling her hot anus, Barbi started to grind harder into the mattress. Her crotch juice was wetting his fingers through the panties and her woman smell was beginning to invade the bedroom.
Jim grabbed at both sides of the bikini panties and rolled them off her hips. With a little help from his wife, they were instantly discarded on the floor, leaving Jim an unobstructed view of Barbi's entire crotch. He immediately filled her well-spread thighs with his face, shoving his tongue deep into her vagina and trying to push his nose into her back-door hole.
"Oh Jim! Eat me, Jim. Eat my whole crotch," she urged, "Tongue my cunt, my asshole. Oh eat me."
Jim did not need to be told. His tongue continued to flick back and forth, occasionally stopping to lap up her copious sex-sauces. From her cunt, he went to her ass-crack, pulling her fleshy cheeks apart and searching for her pink puckered hole. Finding it, he filled the rim with his saliva and commenced to tongue-bathe the entire area. The urgency to get her anus to relax was overwhelming. When his gifted tongue finally achieved its goal, the reward was a long "Ohhhhhhhh" of pleasure from Barbi.
After a seemingly-endless anal tongue-fuck, Jim popped two fingers into her now gaping cunt and smeared her slimy lubricant, along with his saliva, around her once-hidden eye. He then pushed a finger into her very slick asshole. The digit slid in and out of her relaxing shit chute until there was room for two and then three fingers to fill the grasping orifice.
"Jim honey, I want your cock up my ass now. I want you. Ohh. I want you all the way inside. I need your cum shooting into me." She was out of control. While Jim was wildly finger-fucking her asshole, Barbi was frenetically humping the bed.
Jim didn't need any further urging. He took a pillow from his side of the bed and placed it under his wife's lower belly. This allowed Jim deeper penetration and also a surface on which Barbi could rub her aching clit. Positioning himself between his wife's amply-opened legs, he grabbed his cum-distended prick and pushed it into her vagina, greasing it up nicely for the imminent anal invasion. Well-lubricated now, he withdrew and placed the purpling head against her pucker. Barbi reached behind to spread her ass cheeks to more readily allow the entrance of his dearly-needed cock.
When they had first tried anal intercourse, the size of his cockhead made it almost impossible. But after much patience and Jim's considerate tenderness, it had now become one of their regular sex acts.
They both could feel his fistlike cockhead pushing through the tightly-muscled ring. Slowly, Jim eased it in, timing his movements with Barbi's conscious effort to open herself up. In a matter of seconds, the head passed through the entrance and continued its journey all the way home. Relaxing for a moment was necessary for Jim. Barbi's tight rectal muscles had almost milked his prick before it was fully sheathed.
"Barb baby, it feels so good," Jim whispered, catching his breath. "I love fucking your ass, it's so incredibly tight."
With control back again, Jim raised his hips slowly, withdrawing until the head of his penis was almost out before again smoothly sliding in to the hilt. His strokes were long, slow and sure.
Barbi was using the same rhythm, sliding her sensitive cuntflesh back and forth across the soaking pillow. The friction to her clit was building nicely with the passion of her husband.
Jim's tempo was increasing. The strokes were taking on a greater urgency. He braced his hands atop his wife's head to keep her close during his powerful thrusts.
Barbi was frenzied, yelling: "I'm coming, I'm coming. Fuck my asshole, hard! Fuck it with your big fat fucking prick. Ohhh now baby!"
He felt her contractions just as his own load was beginning its last trip. It seemed like his cum was being sucked from his body as his wife's asshole spasmed in orgasm. Spurt after spurt of his jism washed her delectable rectum as both husband and wife convulsed at the apex of their pleasure.
During this passion-filled state, Jim's mind had unaccountably flashed on his daughter's body that he had seen less than an hour ago. His terror-filled sob, thankfully, was released to mingle with his wife's long orgasmic "Ahhhhhhh." He was sure Barbi hadn't noticed it and Jim tried to forget it in the quiet afterglow of their sex.
Before Jim got too relaxed, he withdrew his half-erect organ, crawled to the head of the bed, took Barbi in his arms and gave her a long loving kiss.
"Honey, that was so nice," Barbi cooed in Jim's ear. "It has been a long time since you woke me up for a late-night tete-a-tete."
"Ah, not that long."
"Oh, I know you've been working hard lately ... the business and all. But I wonder," she continued impishly, "if maybe one of those dried-up school-board hags might have thrown herself at you tonight."
"You know me better than that, Barb," said Jim in a slightly-hurt tone. He also wondered how she could so easily pick up on his Mandy-induced guilt.
"I know, honey. I was only kidding. But it has been awhile and I did forget how good it was to be awakened with your hands on my body."
"Yes, it was nice," echoed Jim.
And, together in each other's arms, they giggled: "Sooonice."
Chapter Two
Mandy heard her father come in the front door. She was thinking how much she loved him: more than anything or anybody else in the whole wide world. He loved her, she knew, but not in the same way he could love her mother.
It was so unfair. Her mother got all the physical attention: the kisses, the hugs, the loving caresses, the cheap playful feels Mandy wasn't supposed to see, and the closed-bedroom-door love-making Mandy only heard. She knew about sex and how it was the one true way to express one's love. But she was also taught that sex between parents and their children was wrong. It was even against the law.
"How unfair. So unfair. I won't take it," she vowed.
Lately, she had noticed, her father had been getting a little uptight whenever she gave him hugs or sat on his lap. He either had some excuse or a little joke to break the embrace or slide out from underneath her when on his chair.
Sometimes, if he caught her in her underwear, he would immediately turn away and utter an embarrassed apology.
She had a nice body. The boys at school thought so, anyway; always asking for dates or trying to sit next to her on the bus. She was short, only five-feet-one, but she was still growing. And, it was true that she was a little plump, but that was really only baby fat. Holley, her best friend and also eighteen, said that the fat would disappear soon and her late-emerging breasts would be real "eye-poppers."
Holley knew about these things because her mother was a nurse and wasn't bashful about answering Hoi-ley's questions concerning the body and its functions. Mandy was too shy to ask her own mother. It was also clear that Mandy looked upon her mother as a competitor for her father's love and didn't want her to suspect Mandy's love was more than filial. So if Mandy had any questions, Holley had the answers or could at least find them fast enough.
As the stairs creaked, Mandy thought hard of some way she could make it impossible for her father to resist her or possibly plant some kind of hint that would eventually lead to the full meaning of love she so longingly desired. Maybe, she thought, if he was unaware of being caught, he might really look at her and behold the woman she was; not the Daddy's little girl he was so used to.
Swiftly she kicked the bed clothes on the floor, bunched her nightgown high on her waist and pulled her panties snug to her crotch. She wished there was time to take them off. Pulling them tight had to do.
He was in the room. She could hear his footfalls approaching the bed and faintly smelled the woodsy scent of his cologne. Mandy was praying, "Oh Daddy, please, look at me. See me as a woman and not only as your daughter. Look at my woman's crotch. It is yours, Daddy, anytime. Please, Daddy."
It's a miracle, she thought. He was still standing at the foot of the bed and his breathing was getting faster and faster. She imagined his penis getting hard, as Holley had explained. And Mandy knew that she was the cause. With that thought in mind, she involuntarily twitched and could tell it startled her father because she immediately felt the blankets glide over her naked legs. But, as they approached her upper thighs, she felt his finger trace ever so slowly across her virginal cunt. It was like an electric shock, her daddy's touch. Too quickly his finger was gone. The covers were up to her chin and her father disappeared from her room.
She could feel her outer cunt lips puffing with lust and her panties start to absorb her girl-woman juices. It was her father whom she needed to give immediate release to her quickening desire. But, he was gone. Again, she thought sadly, it's up to me.
Thanks to Holley, Mandy was familiar with her own body. She knew about orgasms and how to get them. Four months ago, when Holley's parents and brother were away for the night, the two girls sneaked into Holley's dad's liquor cabinet. Both teenagers had sipped wine and beer at parties and were well aware of their effects. So, in order to get a nice buzz on, they drank just enough of the sweet-tasting apricot brandy.
In the liquor cabinet, the girls also found a deck of playing cards and decided to while away the night over a game of five-hundred rummy. That is, until the cards were out of the box and they realized it was not your ordinary deck of cards.
On the back of each card was a picture of nude adults posing. No two were the same. There were women with huge breasts and men with erect penises. Others had pictures-close-ups-of spread-legged women exposing pink glistening genitalia. But the ones that seemed to have the most effect on the girls showed couples intertwined in obvious sexual acts.
At first the girls just giggled, but pretty soon they were quietly and intently studying each card, often going back to the ones they had already seen. Neither was able to talk, for fear that the other would notice the kind of reaction she was getting from viewing the cards.
It was Holley who looked up first and saw the look of fear on Mandy's face. "What's wrong, Mandy?"
"Holley," Mandy choked, "something is happening to me and I don't know what it is. It might be the brandy, but I don't think so. Holley, I'm scared."
"Don't worry, Mandy. I know what it is and it's the most natural feeling in the world."
"Well, what is it then?" demanded an almost hysterical Mandy.
"Listen, silly, haven't you ever had feelings down there before?" questioned Holley, pointing between her friend's legs.
Mandy nodded her head and said, "But not like this."
"You're turned on is all," explained Holley. "I think Mom calls it sexual arousal. Come on and let's put everything away and I'll teach you about your body."
"I don't know, Holley."
"Aw come on, Mandy, it's time you learned about something besides gymnastics routines. And, the best thing about this is that it's more fun. Trust me, okay?"
"If you're sure it's all right."
"Believe me."
They bound up the steps into Holley's bedroom, turning on all the lights and locking the door.
"First things first," said Holley. "Let's take all of our clothes off."
"I don't think I should."
"Okay, I'll take mine off first, but you have to promise you will, too. Promise?" asked Holley, knowing how difficult this was for her friend.
Holley unbuttoned her blouse, revealing a flowered brassiere. Once her blouse was off, she reached behind her back and easily unclasped her bra. With a quick shrug, her breasts were freed.
"Wow," gasped Mandy, "they are a lot larger than I thought ... and way bigger than mine."
"Don't worry, Mandy. By the time we're both finished growing, yours will be twice as big as mine." Holley began rubbing her breasts, concentrating on her nipples. "See how the nipples are getting hard. Come here and touch them. See for yourself." Mandy hesitated and Holley said, "Hey, they are my tits. Go ahead."
Mandy reached over and just barely touched the left one with a single finger. Looking up, she saw the disgusted look on her friend's face. So, with more enthusiasm, Mandy commenced to knead Holley's boobs with both hands, slowly working her way to the nipples. When she finally reached her destination and gave them just the faintest tweak, she could feel a quiver shoot through her friend's body.
"Ahh, that's fine, Mandy. Pull them. Pinch them. Roll them between your fingers," Holley was pleased that Mandy was getting into it. "You won't believe how good it feels. Let's get yours free and I'll show you."
Mandy knew it was too late now. The feelings in her lower belly were increasing and she realized she would have to play it to the end. Holley was her friend and she trusted her.
She grabbed her tee-shirt and, with one motion, pulled it over her head. In the meantime, Holley had run behind her and unsnapped the white training bra. Mandy was facing the mirror and as her bra dropped to the floor, Mandy looked up and saw her friend also looking in the mirror at her underdeveloped chest. She kept watching as Holley's hands crept around from behind and covered her titties. When contact was made, she almost fainted as wave after wave of sensation shot from her breasts to her crotch. Mandy could feel Holley's pebble-hard nipple rubbing against her bare back as she watched her own get longer and harder under her girlfriend's manipulations.
"Oh, you're so right, Holley. It feels, ahh, very, very nice, but I think I better sit down before I fall down."
Holley could only answer with a weak, "Yeah, me, too."
The girls sat facing each other on the bed and continued to enjoy the sensations of strange hands playing on their breasts. Mandy wondered if her face was betraying the pleasure she was feeling as Holley's face so obviously was. Oh, it must be, she thought. This was definitely terribly exciting. Things were happening to her body that she had never experienced before.
Mandy moved slightly to get more comfortable and suddenly jumped from the bed. She felt like she had a puddle in her crotch.
"Oh, Holley ... the most awful thing happened. I think I peed in my pants. I'm soaking wet," she cried.
"No, silly," laughed Holley, "I'm probably just as wet as you are. It has to do with lubrication. When you get turned on, the juices flow and make it easier for a man to put his thing inside of you and screw." She could see by the expression on Mandy's face that she was totally mystified. "Let's take the rest of our clothes off and I'll show you."
This time no persuasion was needed. Mandy still didn't understand what Holley was talking about, but now she was eager to learn. She sure hadn't been led astray so far. Her tight designer jeans were off as fast as Holley's. Mandy hesitated then, to really look at her best friend.
Holley was taller than Mandy by a good five inches, but probably weighed only a few pounds more. She was thin, almost bony, and if it wasn't for her jutting tits, she would look like a skinny boy. Her dark brown hair was straight and flowed halfway down her back. She had a pretty face with great big eyes and looked delicious, standing there in her hip-hugger panties. Mandy could readily see why Holley, too, attracted the boys.
Mandy almost giggled when Holley stepped from her final covering and revealed her slit, surrounded by kinky brown hair. The hair looked like her father's, whom she had spied on once while he was undressing. Mandy herself had hardly any hair down there at all, just a few wisps of near-invisible blondness.
Holley turned then and ordered: "Okay, let's get those little girl's pants off, so we can both be even."
Mandy blushed bright red and blurted:: "These are the only kind my mother buys for me. I can't help it." Mandy quickly pushed the white cotton undies down her legs and stepped away, leaving them puddled on the floor.
"Now get real close and I'll show you where everything is, what, it is and how it works," instructed Holley as she sat back on the bed and spread her legs very wide.
Mandy rolled on her stomach and crawled within inches of her friend's cunt. Giggling, she said: "Teach on."
"These flat folds of skin on each side of my slit are my outer lips; they protect what's inside. It feels good to have them touched." Holley took the palm of her hand and started to rotate her hand in circular motions, flattening the mound and rubbing the lips together. To Mandy's amazement, the folds were pulling farther apart, baring inflamed pink flesh.
Holley stopped and breathlessly continued her narration: "On the bottom here, you can just make out my vagina. This is where boys put their dicks when you want to fuck. And also, where the juices we talked about before come from. It is a very deep hole and it's supposed to take any size dick there is. Now, watch my finger disappear."
Very slowly, she pushed her middle finger all the way inside and just as slowly drew it out again. "See how wet my finger is? That's my lubrication. You are probably not going to be able to put your finger as far up as I can."
"Why not?" inquired Mandy.
"You still might have your hymen. That is a piece of skin that blocks penetration. If you still have it, that is how a doctor can tell you are a virgin. It really is silly because you can break it in any of a dozen ways. I broke mine when I shoved a candle in too hard when I wanted to feel what it was like to have a boy inside. It hurt a little at first and there was some blood, but the next day it felt fine. Technically, I guess, I'm not a virgin anymore."
Holley was really breathing hard now. "Listen, Mandy, I've got to hurry with the rest of the explanation because I need to come."
"What? "asked Mandy.
"Release. Climax, Orgasm. Whatever you want to call it. It is what all these feelings are building up to. This is my clitoris. See the little bud sticking out from those folds of skin. This is like a trigger. It is very sensitive and if you rub it just right you come."
"I've always done this alone," gasped Holley, "so maybe you can help and then we'll do you. Okay?"
"Okay." Mandy was almost as breathless as her friend and totally absorbed in the demonstration.
"What I want you to do is stick two of your fingers inside me and pump them in and out. Like this." Holley demonstrated by sliding her fingers in and out of her teenage pussy a few times. "Now you, Mandy. Go slow at first and keep a steady rhythm. Here, give me your hand."
Holley guided Mandy's two fingers to the entrance of her steaming-hot cunt hole while holding herself wide open with her other hand. Mandy felt the heat of her girlfriend and slowly started pushing her pleasure-giving digits inside, watching them disappear.
Holley let out a long moan of pleasure. Mandy could feel the tight slick walls of her friend's quish snuggle close around her fingers. In and out her fingers thrusted as Holley began to move her own digits lightly up and down her now widely-parted slit, just barely touching her angry pink clit. She alternated between circling the little joy nub and flicking it back and forth.
Her friend was bucking her hips against Mandy's hand and her head was rolling from side to side on the bed.
"Go faster now, Mandy, faster. Fuck my cunt with your fingers. Give it to me hard. Fuck me and make me come." It took only a few more seconds before Holley was shouting: "Oh yes, I can feel it. I'm commmmmmming."
And with that, Mandy could feel her friend losing control. Her hips flopped up and down and her entire body was jerking convulsively. Mandy was barely able to keep her rapidly-pumping fingers inside her girlfriend's sex hole. Holley was violently pushing her erect clit from side to side when Mandy started to feel contractions begin deep within her out-of-control friend. They were weak at first, but quickly building until the vaginal walls of Holley's cunt were snapping down hard on Mandy's fingers. After numberless spasms, Holley's body finally began to relax.
Holley was holding Mandy's hand inside herself, not allowing her to move it. There was only sporadic twitching now and Mandy was gravely afraid for her seemingly-unconscious friend.
"Are you okay, Hoi?"
"Oh yes," said her smiling friend. "That was the best, the all-time best. Thanks, Mandy, your fingers were just what I needed. Give me a minute to settle down and we'll start on you. Okay?"
Mandy thought she was on the verge of a nervous breakdown. Watching and feeling her friend orgasm was almost too much to take. She didn't know if what they were doing was right, but she did know she couldn't stay longer in this suspended state.
"Turn over and spread your legs real wide," ordered the now-recovered Holley, "and I'll do all the work. This way you really will be able to enjoy your very first orgasm."
Holley moved between Mandy's legs and began caressing the insides of her fleshy thighs. "Oh, friend, you have the nicest-looking cunny. I just love those plump lips and the way it looks with hardly any hair. Maybe I'll shave all mine off."
Mandy was not listening anymore. Her eyes were tightly shut and all her concentration was focused on the warm area between her legs. She could feel Holley's light touches move toward her burning center, and when they finally reached the sensitive outer folds of her young cunt, she was surprised by her own involuntary cry and the upward thrust of her hips.
Holley's hands became more direct, pushing and kneading Mandy's pubic softness, every moment sending new thrills through her inexperienced body. She could feel her friend's fingers pulling open her outer lips, the air hitting the naked interior, her juice literally pouring from her hole, down her ass-crack and puddling underneath her. A finger moving round and round inside the tight-muscled opening of her vagina gave her a sensation of fullness she'd never experienced before. She also felt her friend's finger hit the previously-explained hymen. The most painful pleasure of all time, though, was the touch of her friend's fingers brushing her inflamed clitoris as they danced through Mandy's pussy furrow.
She knew she was moving all over the bed. The pressure in her groin was building and building until she didn't know how much more she could take. Mandy's friend was concentrating exclusively now on her little clit bud, pushing it from side to side and up and down. Faster, faster and faster.
Spasm after spasm of the most beautiful kind was now pushing all of the tension, all of the sexually-un-released feeling out of her little hole. Holley was right; it was the best. Her breasts, her nipples and her entire crotch area absolutely tingling and the beautiful spasms of joy kept coming. I love it, she thought. I love my body.
The rest of the night was spent in blissful experimentation until Mandy finally understood all she needed to know about both her own body and the mysteries of sex.
"Thank you, Holley. Thank you, body."
The past was now tucked deep in her unconsciousness because the present was filled by her own fingers playing upon the same place her father had recently touched. Her whole slit was inflamed as if her finger's temperature was one-thousand degrees Fahrenheit.
She didn't take off her panties nor thrust her fingers beneath the waistband. It was as if there was some residue from his fingers still on the material that could be mingled with her own juices, almost like being together.
Mandy began pushing the crotch of her panties between the lips of her swollen vulva. She rolled it so narrow that if she squeezed her cunt lips together, the soaking underwear gusset would all but disappear. With two fingers from her left hand, she attempted to stick as much of the material into her little cunt hole. With her right one, she grabbed the waistband and rhythmically pulled up on it, whipsawing the wet cotton furiously back and forth across her blood-filled clit.
Her mind was filled with her father: hugging her close, kissing her gently and feeling his cock pushing between her legs. His familiar smell was in her nostrils and the sound of his voice whispering "I love my little girl" filled her ears as she orgasmed alone in her room.
Ironically, or maybe even mystically, her orgasm was simultaneous with those of her parents down the hall.
Chapter Three
Jim awoke the next morning with a nagging fear. Still half-asleep, his mind couldn't quite focus on what it was. It was not a dream; that was for sure. All of his dreams were easily controlled. They might start out fearsome but there would always be some sleep-conscious button he could push that would turn the dream around and allow him to handle the most hopeless of situations. No, this is no dream, he thought.
Sweat suddenly streamed from his entire body as the until-now-unnamed fear took on the shape of his daughter's form. Last night's scene from Mandy's bedroom was taking control of his mind, taunting him with its clarity. It was like living through it again; the relaxed pretty-girl face, the little growing breasts rising and falling with her sleep-time breathing and her plump vulva outlined so vividly in her white cotton pants.
The memory of his own body was even more disturbing. The desire was real. The fact of his burning erection was proof-positive. The image of his cock poking between his daughter's thighs was making him physically sick. But even with the nausea coursing through his body, he became aware that again his penis was rampant with incestuous desire.
He threw his face into the pillow and moaned; "Oh God, why is this happening? I don't deserve this. I love my daughter like a father should. These desires are unnatural. What is making this happen?"
Somebody must be able to help erase these evil thoughts. Maybe a psychiatrist would be the answer, he reasoned inwardly. This was ruled out quickly by Jim, knowing he could never talk to anyone about such unspeakable things.
Luckily and in the nick of time, Jim recalled the breathing exercises he did before doing his gymnastics programs in college. The deep slow steady breathing calmed and cleared his mind, allowing for total concentration on the difficult routines.
It was working. His erection was receding and the terrible images were ebbing to the depths of his unconsciousness. Jim knew they were still there, but until he felt he was able to cope with them, he now at least could temporarily shelve them.
He saw the clock for the first time and realized how late it was. Barbi, out of consideration for his late-night sexual tryst, must have turned off the alarm. She was already up and probably in the kitchen, making breakfast. There was no way she could have known that today was going to be a busy day for Jim at the office. He would just have time to do half his usual twenty minutes of Canadian Air Force exercises, take a quick shower and spend fifteen minutes at breakfast in conversation with his family.
Breakfast was, according to Jim, an important , routine. He insisted everyone should go over one an- I other's daily plans, therefore they could at least vicariously share in each other's daytime lives. He also wanted to tell them the good news about the possibility of a summer gymnastics program he'd lobbied hard for the night before.
The exercises completed, Jim in his bathrobe hustled to the bathroom and his shower. But, upon reaching the closed door, he realized somebody was already inside. It has to be Mandy, Jim thought, as his wife was in the habit of waiting till everybody was gone before she used the shower.
He was about to yell for her to hurry up, when Jim heard the water being turned off. Almost immediately, the door opened and out burst a dripping-wet towel-wrapped Mandy.
"Good morning, Daddy dear. Sorry about the shower, but you weren't up yet," sang Mandy as she closed in quickly to give Jim a fat kiss and hug before dashing off to her room.
"Morning, baby," replied her father, never really sure if Mandy heard his greeting before she disappeared into her room.
Jim felt a quick stirring in his loins, but just as quickly it stopped upon entering the steam-filled bathroom. Closing the door behind him, he could barely make out the fixtures. He brushed his teeth, shaved and soaped himself under the hot water before rinsing himself under the coldest setting. Only when the steam would dissipate would Jim turn off the faucet and step from the bath tub. It was a great wake-up and also it would partially clear the mirror and allow him to inspect his just-shaven face.
After toweling briskly and combing his medium-length blond hair, he was about to don his bathrobe when he noticed the balled-up cotton drawers of his daughter thrown in the far corner of the room. Jim went to pick them up and deposit them in the hall laundry chute when he heard a knock on the door.
"Get a move-on, Jim. Breakfast will get cold," shouted his wife through the closed bathroom door.
"Coming," Jim yelled back and for some reason stuffed his daughter's panties in the pocket of his robe.
Opening the door, he saw that his wife was standing in the hallway. She pushed herself into his arms and commenced to grind her hips into his robe-covered groin. Barbi was still in her football jersey of the night before, and Jim could feel the sharpness of her breasts through the terry material.
"How is my big hunk of man this morning?" Barbi asked.
"Late," he answered. Jim then gave her a quick bit of tongue and a swat on her backside before slipping from her arms and racing into their bedroom.
She followed close behind and called out: "Is that all I get this morning after all my hard work last night?"
"Yes, my dear," Jim retorted, "I really am late, and second of all, you didn't have to lift a hand last night. So, you just keep your sex-crazed distance."
Barbi gave him one of her best pouts, but continued to watch her husband get dressed. She tried to get his attention by swaying back and forth and slowly lifting the hem of her nightgown until most of her cat-smooth brown pussy was revealed.
"That is not going to work this morning, Barb," laughed Jim as he stepped into his jockey shorts. "You will have to wait until tonight, just like every other normal wife."
"We'll have to see about that," said Barbi with make-believe anger. "I might make you wait about a week."
"Don't bet on it, wife. I am man and you are woman," he said in a very official voice that sent both into convulsions of laughter.
Jim continued to dress and Barbi started to make the bed. While his wife's back was turned, he took his daughter's underpants from his bathrobe pocket and transferred them to the pocket of his sports jacket. He didn't understand why he felt so guilty hiding them from his wife, but he felt it all the same. He was about to go into the hall and try to deposit them into the chute again when his wife snuck up behind him and gave him a well-placed goose. She then scampered from the bedroom with Jim in hot pursuit. Barbi beat him to the kitchen, going directly to the hot coffee on the stove, knowing that her husband would not risk an accident for some innocent horseplay.
Mandy was already well into a bowl of cereal when her parents made their startling entry into the kitchen.
Barbi, trying to be serious, said to her daughter: "Mandy, when you decide to get married, don't marry a man who is muscle-bound. He will never be able to catch you. Take my advice: It is better to find someone faster than you."
"Oh Mom, Dad isn't muscle-bound. And even if he was, I think I would let him catch me anytime he wanted," said Mandy, turning and gazing at her father.
"Well, well, well, Jim. What do you think of our grown-up daughter, already making such important life decisions?" quipped her mother, serving her husband his coffee and a stack of pancakes.
"I think," said a more-than-slightly-embarrassed Jim, "our daughter has exquisite taste or she is buttering me up for an advance on her allowance."
"Oh, Daddy."
"Anyway," continued Jim, "I might have some really good news later in the week. Remember when I told you about the idea I had about a summer gymnastics program? Well, I broached the subject to the school board last night. Now I can't say that they stood up and cheered the proposal, but later on, while talking to a few of the more influential members, I found that they seemed quite receptive. As a matter of fact, the chairman himself said he would give me a call before the week is out."
"Wow, Dad, that would be terrific. No camp, no mosquitoes and no crummy campfire sing-alongs," shouted a jubilant Mandy.
Her mother said: "I don't know, Mandy. A girl should be able to get away from the house once a year. You need a change from your everyday routine. And, camp is one of the best places to meet new friends, enjoy summer sports and learn a little self-reliance. So ... "
"You just want me out of your hair," Mandy interrupted angrily, "so you can have Daddy all alone."
"Hold it just one second, young lady," Jim was sure she couldn't have meant anything by it but in his own agitated state he decided to downplay it. "First of all, you owe an apology to your mother."
"I'm sorry, Mother," said Mandy, not at all apologetically.
"Second of all," continued Jim before his wife could say anything, "your mother and I have not discussed it yet." Mandy was about to interrupt now when Jim cut her short. "And third of all, the program has not been approved yet."
Jim still had the floor. "Now, as bespeaks the clock on the wall, Mandy, my insolent child, you have five minutes to catch your bus. Because of the lack of time, I will declare dinner an open forum and only the most logical and unemotional arguments will be heard. Give your mother and me a kiss and beat it."
Jim was the master of his household, but very rarely had to flaunt his authority. He didn't like the master role and only used it when situations threatened to get out of control.
Mandy obeyed, pecking each parent on the cheek. But instead of heading for the door, she made a beeline for the stairs, calling over her shoulder, "Bathroom first."
"Hurry," her father called back.
All Mandy wanted to do was check her appearance in the mirror. A quick glance told her she looked fine. Remembering she had left her underwear on the floor earlier, she searched the bathroom and realized they were gone. This was unusual because her mother refused to pick up after her, and when Mandy did forget, her mother would leave the clothing where it was until it was picked up. Her father, on the other hand, would on occasion put her things away but never before had he touched her intimate garments. She wondered if he had them and vowed to check back later.
"Honey," Barbi said to Jim after Mandy had left, "you know we were thinking of a vacation this summer. You'd been so busy these last few years with the business that we haven't had any time away from here, together."
"I know, Barb, but this could be very important to Mandy. If she has the talent I think she has, a good summer program could possibly make her competitive nationally. And with the right break, she could go all the way to the Olympics. Anyway, it will not last the entire summer. There should still be time for us to get away for a couple of weeks for," Jim gave her a sexy wink and continued, "some mutual pleasure. Let us wait and see. Okay?"
He got up from the chair and gave his wife a tender hug and kiss. "What do you have on tap for today?"
"I think maybe I'll do some shopping, some lunch with the girls and come home early and make myself sexy for my hard-working husband," she answered playfully, rubbing his crotch.
"I'd better get out of here," he said, breaking his wife's embrace. "I'll see you for dinner."
"Have a good day," called his wife.
"You, too," answered a quickly-departing Jim.
Jim enjoyed his business almost as much as he did his family. He was good at what he did. A tough administrator but fair, he had the respect of both the companies he dealt with and his own employees. With this going for him, he was able to hire the best people in the field, thereby assuring continued success.
It was only in the last year or so, though, that he had been able to relinquish the more trivial aspects of the day-to-day operation and concentrate on the more important matters of expansion and closing the large contracts. This he hoped would guarantee financial security not only for the business but, more importantly, for his family. Each day he knew that he was coming that much closer to realizing exactly that end and if at times he had let it interfere with his family life, he knew in the long run that it would be well worth it.
It was almost noon, and having completed a satisfying morning, he sat back in his chair and reflected on the accomplishments of the last few hours: a contract with a major airline had been agreed upon for the purchase of an advanced radar system his company produced, and final papers had been signed permitting him to take over a small electronics firm at an unbelievably small sum. The afternoon, he knew, would not compare with this morning's wheeling and dealing, but it would still hold his interest.
During this reflection, he was unconsciously fingering his daughter's underwear that was still wadded up in his jacket pocket. Jim would never have remembered they were there if he hadn't inadvertently pulled them from his pocket and placed them on his desk. His mind was slow in grasping their significance, but his body reacted immediately. His heartbeat increased and pumped blood fiercely to his cock, causing a sudden and almost painful erection.
In a daze, Jim picked up the garment and for the first time really examined the panties.
They were turned inside out and, as he unwrinkled them, Jim saw the slight graying of the crotch panel. He knew most women had a faint discharge, but he was unprepared for the size of this telltale stain. He touched the gusset and felt the crustiness that hardened the material. It could be an infection, he thought. But that idea was quickly refuted when he brought them to his nose and smelled the definite woman smell of sex. It wasn't as musky or as strong as his wife's but sweet and still pure, Jim thought, a good youthful come.
His passion was total. He continued to sniff and then began to lick the centerpiece, simultaneously rubbing the entire panty on his face. Jim was consumed with the vision of his daughter masturbating.
He lurched to his office bathroom, undoing his belt and pants, and grabbed furiously for his blood-filled cock. With the panties, he now caressed his inflamed loins; first his heavy balls and then his rock-hard prick.
It did not take long before his panty-covered hand triggered the flood of his boiling cum from his testicles and started the upward surge that ended with spurt after spurt of his jism shooting into his daughter's underwear, mingling his juices with hers in some crazed symbolic union.
The sheer explosiveness of his orgasm had caused Jim to black out for an instant. But unfortunately, it was a short-lived instant because as Jim took in the reality of his surroundings and surveyed the aftermath of his passionate urgency-his pants and underwear about his ankles and the panties rolled around his softening penis-the all-too-familiar fear of this morning washed over him like a giant wave. Tears cascaded down his cheeks and violent sobs were forced from his body.
He wasn't sure how long this catatonic state of fear gripped him, but it was some time before his confused thoughts started to establish themselves in some logical order. The guilt was overwhelming. Jim didn't want to admit he was caught up in incest, but he knew there was no other way his behavior could be explained. The obsession that caused him to lose all control was outright dangerous.
It was true that it was so far from harmless, the quick touch the previous night and masturbation today. But how far could this frightening passion lead. The last of these thoughts would not altogether form up, but he knew they had something to do with Mandy's own active role. It was weird, scary and the most unsettling situation he had ever had to face.
Pulling up his pants, Jim walked back to his desk, opened the bottom drawer and threw the well-soiled panties to the rear, finally out of his sight.
The following three hours were spent lying on his couch, taking slow deep breaths until he was forced to deal with his afternoon schedule.
Chapter Four
Mandy's day-long apprehension over whether or not she could out-debate her mother and convince her father how important a summer gymnastics program would be, was soon eased at dinner. It was obvious that her parents had already discussed the issue and had agreed that if the school board's decision was favorable, Mandy's summer would be spent at home. They, of course, heard out her arguments to make sure her interest was genuine and were both pleased by the logic and maturity shown by their daughter during the discussion.
When dinner had ended, Mandy went down to the basement to collect the day's finished laundry. It was only after she had folded and stacked the entire load that she remembered the underwear left in the bathroom that morning. The fact that there was only one pair confirmed in her mind that her father had indeed kept the missing panties.
Tears of happiness welled up in her eyes. Somehow, some way, she thought, my unspoken pleas to my father are being heard and in his own way he's letting me know that our desires are mutual. Just knowing that he had possession of her most intimate garment was enough to start her little-girl juices flowing. The temptation to jerk-off right in front of the washer and dryer was very strong. She wondered what he did with them or if he noticed how she had used them the previous night. Mandy decided she would wait for a more comfortable place and relaxed time before she would masturbate in celebration. Because tonight she was going to take the next step toward fulfilling their incestuous, but ever so loving, union.
When Holley had explained on the night of Mandy's sexual awakening about the hymen and how it impeded the entrance of a man, she had taken little notice. Since then, though, through her own exploration, she realized how formidable that piece of skin really was. She again asked her friend about it and Holley told her she had three alternatives: she could go to a doctor and have it surgically removed, she could do it like Holley had done, taking matters literally into her own hands with a penis-shaped object or she could wait until she had intercourse and let an aroused male do it naturally.
The first was the most appealing to Mandy, but the embarrassment of asking the family doctor was too much. Even a strange physician would probably ask too many questions that Mandy did not want to answer. She had thought hard about the second alternative and had even gone as far as inserting the handle of her hairbrush to the obstruction itself. Unfortunately, she could not force herself to exert the final painful pressure. That left only the third way.
Mandy knew she could leave it to her father. His love, consideration and tenderness would probably make it a painless adventure. But she thought that if his gentleness still made it a mutually-painful experience, there would be a good possibility there would be no second time. She decided it was just too big a chance to take. Mandy needed it to be perfect the first time.
So when Chris Nickolaus, an older attractive athletic boy, invited her to the drive-in, her answer was a quick and emphatic yes. During lunch they had sat together and Mandy pretended interest as Chris talked about his many football and basketball accomplishments. She went as far as letting him hold her hand as he walked her to class and gave him a quick kiss before leaving for home on the bus.
The pump is primed and ready to go, thought Mandy. She was lucky it was Chris who had asked her out because, to have the deed done, she would have accepted almost anyone. Chris was at least what the other girls called a "hunk" and Mandy had heard he was "really good in bed." Mandy had to agree firsthand about the "hunk" part and hoped the "good in bed" part was more than a schoolgirl rumor.
They were really only casual acquaintances, having met during the past gymnastics season. Before basketball practice would start, the players stood around and ogled the girls in their scanty leotards as they worked out on the various apparatus. There was always much good-natured banter shouted back and forth. Secretly, the girls enjoyed the attention. Chris, with his tight black curls and dark swarthy body, was clearly the standout. His easy confident manner and wide toothy smile were enough to spoil the easiest of the girls' routines.
Mandy, being the youngest on the team, figured her upper-classmates were the targets of his attention, and after listening to the locker-room gossip, she didn't give Chris or his teammates much thought. There were a few parties that both had attended and had even been formally introduced, but he always seemed to be with some beautiful older girl. It was only lately, as she was forming her plan, that she noticed he always had a quick smile and a happy hello whenever they passed in the halls. Before, Mandy, out of shyness, would just nod a greeting and always avoid his eyes. But now, she went out of her way to say something nice, maybe a compliment on a recent victory or just a cheerful passing of the day and concentrate on holding eye contact. Chris must have gotten the message because he had swallowed the bait in two short weeks.
It could not have happened at a better time. School was out the next day due to a teachers' conference, which meant Mandy had a weekend curfew of midnight. There would be plenty of time for a seduction. The only question was: Whose?
Mandy was a little nervous at the evening's prospects, but she knew it was all for her father. Her only real worry was that he would be unhappy because there was someone before him. Mandy prayed he would understand. It was for him that she was doing this and if he did question her about her lost virginity, it would be the only lie between them. Holley had told her that girls could lose it while riding a horse or doing those "crazy contortions" in gymnastics. Since that was not the case, drastic means were necessary.
Mandy dressed with care. A heavy pullover sweater hid the fact that she was braless, a knee-length wraparound skirt made things simple, and her oldest pair of panties-just in case they were ruined by blood.
Just seconds after Mandy and Chris left the Claxton residence, she put her arms around his neck, pulled his head down to her level and immediately locked her lips to his. Her tongue forced its way deep into his mouth, searching and exploring. Mandy's slightly-turned hips ground away at Chris's hardening crotch.
Pushing her away, Chris broke into his famous smile. "Hold on, little girl. The night is still young. I brought along a few beers to loosen things up a bit. But it sure doesn't look like it's necessary."
Mandy gave him what she thought was a sexy smile, and climbed into the huge Chrysler sedan that was obviously his parents'. He held the door and slid almost all the way across the bench seat, so that there was no space between them. Once Chris was settled and the car in gear, she allowed her hand to fall on his thigh, no more than inches from the obvious bulge in his skintight trousers.
"You sure had me fooled, Mandy. I thought you were the most shyly-innocent girl in the whole school. To tell you the truth, I figured we would have to go out three or four times before we even kissed."
"Does that mean you're disappointed?" questioned Mandy. "It's just that I've never been turned on by a boy like you before. I remember how all the older girls kept talking about you and I thought: What kind of a chance did I have with that kind of competition? You were always nice and pleasant when we met in the hall, but I never figured you would ask me out."
"Well, I sure am glad I asked," said Chris, "because you're a better surprise than the presents on Christmas morning."
Mandy watched Chris nonchalantly drive the big car, his left elbow out the window and his hand loosely guiding the steering wheel. His right hand was on top of Mandy's as it moved back and forth slowly on his thigh. It's so easy, thought Mandy. All I have to do is water his ego and watch the flower grow. She almost giggled aloud at her outrageous thought and wished it could go this easily with her father.
They entered the drive-in without Mandy noticing the marquee announcing the night's movies.
"I heard these are really good flicks," said Chris.
"Well, to tell you the truth, Chris," answered Mandy in a slightly-hurt tone, "I don't really care."
Chris chuckled and announced: "We'll just have to wait until they come to the tube, I guess." He gave her hand a squeeze.
After paying at the booth, Chris drove to the darkest, most-deserted corner of the huge lot. When he finally pulled into a slot, he immediately felt Mandy's hand seek out his cock. He was still having trouble believing his good fortune.
It's time to go to school, thought Mandy. She wanted to learn all she could about the male body in order to heighten the pleasure she could give her father. Feeling the material-covered bulge in Chris's pants, she was surprised by the size and hardness. The thought of it working its way into her tiny hole worried her for a second, until she remembered how accommodating Holley had said the vagina was. She turned halfway around and grabbed for his belt buckle, undoing it with ease. After lowering the zipper and realizing his bunched underwear still guarded her target, she pulled at both sides of his pants and shorts and managed-with Chris's raised hips-to pull them down to his knees.
Mandy took a minute to study his free and erect penis in the half-light given off by the first cartoon showing on the screen. Thanks to Holley's male-anatomy lessons, she recognized the sac containing the marble-sized testicles, the shaft of his cock growing from the dark forest of pubic hair, and the mushroom-shaped head with the tiny slit that topped it.
Chris was totally mesmerized by the little blonde nymphet. He could not remember when he had last been so aroused. Usually it was up to him to make all the moves, but with Mandy it was quite different. He knew that his prick would not need much more stimulation before it shot its sticky load. This was going to be a long night, so he decided to sit back and enjoy.
With Chris's cock exposed, Mandy could feel her own groin heating up. She was glad there was no problem with her own arousal. That had been one of her chief worries because Chris was not her father.
Mandy slid her hand beneath his scrotum, lifting his weighty balls and feeling their heft. While she gently squeezed and caressed the sensitive joy bag, her other hand wrapped itself around the erect staff. She slowly let her hand slide along his penis's entire length, allowing the nerve endings in her palm and fingers to explore the veins and ridges. Slightly tightening her fist around the head, she could feel a drop of slippery liquid ooze from the slit. Mandy instinctively spread the wetness along the organ, thus allowing her hand to glide easily from top to bottom. Each time her hand reached his sensitive glans, a quick squeeze was all that was needed to replenish the liquid that lubricated her motion. Chris could feel the volcano building in his nuts and warned Mandy of his imminent come: "Oh Honey. Oh yes, I'm about to shoot off in your hand. Just keep doing what you're doing."
His hips started to move higher off the seat with each of Mandy's strokes. She could feel her fistful of cock start to twitch and jerk as his balls pulled higher into the tightening scrotum. Mandy was caught up in his excitement and increased the speed of her pumping hand. She heard him groan and saw the globs of his cum explode from his prick and land on her arm: spurt after milky spurt.
So that is how it works, thought Mandy. The real thing was much more impressive than hearing secondhand descriptions. Mandy knew this was going to be the best school she had ever attended, and she vowed to learn her lessons well.
Chris grabbed Mandy's arm, slowing her continued rhythm almost to a stop. When he caught his breath, he explained about the penis's post-ejaculation sensitivity and how he would have to rest for a moment. A handkerchief was produced from his shirt pocket and given to Mandy, allowing her to clean his jism from her arm and hand and his shrinking pecker.
"Wow Mandy, that was one dynamite handjob. You must be more experienced than I thought," said Chris.
"Nope. That was my first time," said a proud Mandy. "I guess I'm just a natural."
"I'll say," said Chris. "Let's jump into the back seat where it'll be more comfortable."
They climbed over the front seat and arranged themselves with Chris's arm around her and her head on his shoulder. His pants were still around his knees, but neither seemed to think it odd. A laugh was shared, though, at the fact that the speaker still rested on the parking-lot stanchion and the cartoons had already ended.
Now that she had sexually broken the ice, she thought she would let Chris take over. Her curiosity had gotten the best of her during the initial exploration of her first male anatomy. For the remainder of the evening, it would be best to rely on Chris's experience.
Mandy was startled from her reverie by Chris's lips lightly kissing the side of her neck. He worked his way up to her cheek before gently biting her ear-lobe. The heat was returning to her loins as she turned her head to accept his mouth with her own. There was no urgency to their kiss, just a mellow exploration of lips, teeth and tongue.
They squared their shoulders to each other and Chris's strong arms encircled Mandy, pulling her close in a tight embrace. His hands played on her back as her little-girl breasts rubbed against his chest. Mandy felt her nipples grow hard against the rough sweater material and shoot the familiar sensations to her lower belly. Opening one eye, she noticed the resurgence of the teenager's manhood.
The kissing was becoming less exploratory and more impassioned. Tongues were intertwining and their mouths were furiously sucking. Mandy let Chris reach between their bodies, enabling him to run his palms over and around her sweatered tits. Again, she felt the jolts shooting to her inflamed loins. She was almost tempted to thrust her hand between her legs to soothe her rising excitement.
Chris was raising her sweater and breaking off their long soul kiss. They both knew it would not be a good idea to take their clothes completely off; you never knew if somebody was going to walk past the car and take a cheap glance. So, with the sweater raised just above Mandy's budding tits, Chris took a few seconds to view her treasure chest.
"Are you disappointed they're so small?" queried Mandy in an insecure voice.
"Not me," answered Chris. "I'm a leg and ass man myself, but you have to give a woman's body complete attention."
"I'm glad," said Mandy, "because my breasts are especially sensitive."
He started kneading her exposed flesh, stopping occasionally to tweak her long nipples. Rolling them between his fingers coaxed a moan of pleasure from Mandy. Lowering his head, Chris began to kiss her boobs: just little sucks at first, alternating from one to the other, but always coming closer to her nipples. When he did reach one of her hard little cherries, he sucked it hard into his mouth, tonguing the tip with fury.
"Oh, that feels great. God, you sure know how to love my titties," cried the much-aroused Mandy.
Still sucking on her young breasts, Chris cupped her entire crotch, gently pushing and squeezing the sensitive tissue beneath the soaking-wet panties. His fingers were now sliding up and down her ever-widening slit, rubbing the material against her hard little clitoris. Mandy's hips took on a life of their own, pushing her chubby box at his pleasure-giving digits.
Chris's own patience was wearing thin. He hooked his fingers under the elastic waistband of her underwear and rolled them off until they were lying on the floor of the car. After separating her pouting love lips completely, he found the entrance to her vagina and gently inserted his middle finger.
Mandy could feel her cuntal muscles enclose upon his sinking digit. The real excitement, though, was when he withdrew and lathered her little pleasure organ with her own slippery juices. Up and down and side to side, he played upon her hot clit, building quickly for Mandy a maddening rhythm.
Mandy was reaching for her first boy-given orgasm. "Don't stop! I'm coming! Please don't stop!" she shouted.
She was part of her own contractions; immersed in her own release. Wave after wave of exquisite sensation washed from breast to crotch as she came on the boy's finger.
It was a few minutes before anybody said anything. Chris was startled by Mandy's intense passion, but he was also quite disappointed to find she was still a virgin. When his finger plunged into her pussy, he had felt the telltale evidence of her cherry state.
"Hey, listen Mandy, I didn't know you were a virgin," said Chris, almost in the form of an apology.
Mandy grabbed his still-hard cock in desperation and pleaded, "Oh, please. I want you so much."
"I want you, too, but ... "
"It'll be good. I know. Please fuck me, break my cherry and fill me with your hot cum," interrupted Mandy.
Chris realized he wanted to take her cherry as much as Mandy wanted to lose it.
"Okay, I'll tell you what to do," he said, slouching down in the seat. "Straddle my cock. This way it will be your own downward pressure that will do the work. If it becomes too painful, all you have to do is raise up on your knees."
Mandy did as she was told. On her knees, facing Chris, she lowered herself until she could feel the head of his cock poke at her loins.
"Stay right there for a second," said Chris. He took his prick in his hand and rubbed the swollen head up and down the sensitive tissue of her slippery slit. He continued to cock-caress the entire area until he could feel Mandy again start to lose control of her hips.
Mandy took his prick away from him and guided the head to her well-lubed entrance. She experienced a quick flash of fear, but quickly brushed it aside as she remembered the act was really a gift to her father. Again she started lowering her body and felt Chris's cockhead slowly push apart the tight constricting muscles. Lower still, she felt a strange but not unpleasant fullness. Now he was halfway in, resting on the unwanted membrane.
Chris was amazed at his own control. Without a doubt, this was the tightest, best-fitting cunt he'd ever felt. A little pain now for a lot of pleasure later, he thought inwardly.
"Okay, baby, lift yourself up until I'm barely inside of you. When I say now, just crash yourself down. Ready?"
"Ready," repeated Mandy.
"Now," commanded Chris.
Mandy chickened out a bit and didn't use enough downward force. Her cry of pain mingled with Chris's own as she pulled herself back up with just the cockhead still filling her inflamed love cavern.
"We can't take too much of that," chided Chris. "Once more. And this time, no flinching."
This go-around, he placed his hands on her shoulders to increase the pressure.
Chris again shouted: "Now!"
With great force, Mandy came down on her first cock, and with the strength of Chris's arms, burst through her hymen and came to rest loin-to-loin with her deflowerer. The pain was intense and searing, but she was surprised to feel herself still aroused.
They both relaxed for a moment, Mandy to get used to the pain and Chris to gain control and hopefully make Mandy's premier fuck a memorable one.
The screw started without both being truly aware of what was happening; Chris's hips pressing into the seat while Mandy's were slightly rising. She knew she would not orgasm again, there still being a good deal of pain, but it really didn't matter. The feel of his manly tool spurting deep inside her would be more than enough pleasure for the initial time.
It was all cock and cunt now. Lubricating juices mingling with virgin blood, awaiting only Chris's sperm to complete the celebration of Mandy's sexual baptism.
Chris was holding off for all he was worth. Never had he fucked a more tightly muscled, sperm-milking quish than Mandy's. But the control he so wanted was waning quickly. The fuck-tempo was steadily increasing and the animal instinct of his loins was taking over.
Mandy could feel his already-engorged prick become -larger, stretching and stretching her young cuntal muscles until she thought that she would split. She was caught on the thin line that separates pain from pleasure: too much pain for her orgasm, but plenty of pleasure to enjoy the newly-found fucking.
The strident cries of a coming Chris heralded load after boiling load of his shooting sperm, filling and cooling Mandy's wounded cunt.
There was now nothing physical to hinder the inevitable joining of her father to her.
Chapter Five
The last few days were easily the worst that Jim had ever experienced. He had judiciously gone out of his way to avoid Mandy and also used, for the first time, excuses to avoid sex with his wife. He could tell that both his daughter and Barbi knew something was wrong.
Jim immersed himself fully in the business, finding any reason not to go home. Thankfully, there was enough to keep him busy, though during lax moments, the creeping vision of his Mandy-fantasy would return with all the dreadful ramifications.
When he did return home, it was late at night and the sleeping pills he took were already doing their deadening job. Barbi would let him sleep extra hours due to his late arrivals. Mandy would have already left for school and he would chastise his wife for letting him oversleep.
It has to stop, he thought. The best part of my life, my family, is being shattered by this incestuous madness.
Jim knew he could not communicate this problem to anyone he knew. Barbi would probably have him committed to a mental institution for the sake of the family. He was not a religious man, so the clergy was out. The family doctor was too young to grasp such a problem. The only solution he could come up with was to seek out a psychiatrist and hope his condition could be rapidly remedied.
There was absolutely no work left in his office and he knew it would be only a matter of moments before his dark thoughts returned. He glanced at the clock and realized it was just four o'clock. Something had to be done. Jim reached for the Town Directory of Professional Services when his secretary buzzed to announce a telephone call from Lane Woodward, president of the school board.
"Hello, Lane, how are you doing?"
"Fine, Jim, just fine. How is your family?"
"Never better, Lane. I appreciate your asking."
"Listen, Jim, the board members and myself were going over your proposal for that gymnastics program. Everything looked good until we found out we didn't have enough money in the school budget to hire a coach for the summer."
"What about Mark Bennet? If ever there was a guy who would volunteer his services for the sake of the sport, it ... "
Woodward didn't give Jim a chance to finish. "That is what we had figured. But when we asked, he apologized. He said he already had plans to study coaching techniques in Europe this summer. Before we had asked Mark, we queried Midge Lesser about handling the girls. She was quite enthusiastic and we thought the program was in. But without the boys, it wouldn't be fair."
"I know your disappointed, Jim, but unless you have some other idea, we will just have to shelve your damned good suggestion until next year."
Jim was thinking fast. He could easily get away for a few hours a day. The summer was usually a slow business time and he thought he would be qualified enough to handle this kind of program.
"Yes, Lane, I do have an idea. In my senior year at college, I was captain of my gym team. With a little boning-up, I think I could handle it. The business doesn't need all that much personal attention during the summer. And if you or the board are worried about my competence, a call to "Old" Fuzzy Richardson of State should alleviate any fears."
"Jim, that's just great. I know there won't be any objections. So consider yourself the boys' summer gymnastics coach."
"Thanks, Lane."
"Thank you, Jim. Now I have an idea. As you know, the girls are giving a gymnastics exhibition tonight at the school. I know you'll be there. Since the school term ends next week, it would be a perfect time to get together with Midge. This way you could devise a program and be all set to begin."
Jim had forgotten all about this evening and was doubly glad that Lane had called. "Right, Lane. You can count on it."
When Jim finally hung up the phone, his thoughts concerning Mandy were temporarily pushed to some dark recess in his mind for the first time in days. The program was a reality and he would be more involved than he'd initially imagined.
Mandy and her mother sensed the mood change immediately when he arrived home that evening. The family was together and dinner was again one of the day's highlights.
Jim recapped, amid the joyous squeals of his daughter, the afternoon conversation with the school-board president. Barbi, only tokenly, questioned his ability to spend the needed time and readily accepted her husband's unerring judgment when it came to business matters. And Mandy was delirious knowing that the time with her father would be substantially increased.
The talk turned to that night's exhibition, with Jim wanting to know what routine his daughter was going to perform.
"I have a brand-new beam exercise that you've never seen before, Daddy. I just hope I don't blow it."
"Practice, concentration and confidence are the keys. If you go into your routine sure of what has to be done, and knowing you have the ability to perform it, then it's only a matter of your body carrying out your conscious demands," instructed Jim.
"It sure sounds easy when you talk about it," said Mandy.
The balance beam was one of the most difficult of all the various apparatus. It was a four-inch-wide, fifteen-foot-long polished piece of mahogany that was suspended three-and-a-half feet above the floor. The simple task of walking from one end to the other seemed impossible to the novice.
Even, though she was the most junior of all her teammates, Mandy, along with the captain, Dawn McGregor, was the best on the team. She seemed to have inherited from her father his affinity for the sport. Mandy, though, was more advanced at her age due to having started much earlier than her father. Jim Claxton was entirely responsible, believing he could relive some of the gymnastics thrills of his youth through the successes of his daughter.
To the audience, the balance beam was the favorite. The danger of performing so high above the ground was evident. Plus, the various positions, combined with the scantiness of the young girls' outfits, never ceased to titillate the males in the crowd. The routines were done slowly and gracefully, giving the viewers time to appreciate more than just skill.
The girls, of course, realized this and were constantly joking about one another's exhibitionist tendencies. Because of her on-going plan to seduce her father, Mandy was going to perform for an audience of one: Jim Claxton. She would make sure he was lined up directly in front of the beam. Then she would see to it that he would be made aware of more than just her gymnastics talents.
Due to Jim's post-exhibition meeting with Midge Lesser, who was responsible for the night's showcase, it was necessary for the Claxton's to take both of their cars. Mandy would accompany her father while her mother would drive her own auto. When the meeting was over, Mandy would return home with her mother.
During the drive to the school, father and daughter conversed almost entirely about the night's strategies. For the first time since the night of the school-board meeting, Jim felt comfortable being alone with Mandy. But if Jim's mind was strictly focused on the exhibition, Mandy's was not.
She knew her father had been depressed recently, but she had no idea of the cause. The school board's approval of his plan seemed to elevate his mood, and Mandy was hoping the real reason was that they would be able to remain together during the summer. Now that all the preparations had been completed, it should take just a few more sexual overtures on her part for him to finally surrender to his-and her-desires. Mandy was confident.
The school gymnasium was better than half-filled when they arrived, and it was still a half hour before the scheduled start. Jim was ecstatic about the turnout. The size of the audience proved that the community was willing to support gymnastics, and if, in the future, more modern equipment or transportation to more competitive meets was needed, the money could be raised.
Barbi and Jim found the seats that Mandy had insisted that they sit in. They were in the third row; no more than thirty feet from the balance beam, exactly at eye level to the beam. The view of the other apparatus was acceptable, but nowhere near the perfect position that their seats allowed for viewing Mandy's routine.
Jim was a little disappointed that the boys were not included in the evening's program. They were going to be in Jim's charge and he wanted to see if any progress had been made since the regular season had ended. These thoughts, though, soon disappeared as the distaff team entered through the locker-room door.
The girls were dressed in three different colors of leotards. The written program that was passed out at the door explained that the colors denoted the various levels the girls had attained; the white leotards were worn by the beginners, the light-green ones designated the intermediates, and light blue meant the most advanced athletes. Mandy wore light blue, of course.
The girls in white started first. The routines were simple and the lack of skill was evident. Despite this, the crowd was more than polite, though it was obvious that they were really applauding for the effort and cuteness of the girls rather than their expertise. Jim noted that a few of the young females showed promise and their time was not being wasted.
A marked difference in both the routines and skill of the intermediates increased the fervor of the spectators. The routines were difficult and, though there were many mistakes that would normally cost important points during competition, these girls showed that it would not be long before they were considered for advancement to the final stage.
Barbi was bored by the whole thing. She did not understand the sport and only came to be with her husband and give Mandy her maternal support. Most of the night was spent in conversation with the lady seated next to her and she would become attentive only when it was time for Mandy to perform. Jim knew how she felt about sports of any kind and never held it against her.
After a short break it was time for Mandy's group to take the floor. There were only five girls, and Mandy was to be the last to exercise. The first two girls performed on the uneven bars and were quite competent, realized Jim. Though there was no flair to their routines, the mistakes were kept to a minimum, which showed good coaching.
The third girl was the vaulter. This was one of the true crowd-pleasing events. A long run to a springboard, using a pummel horse as a hand launch, these girls exploded high in the air, twisting and tumbling in a variety of ways, only to land softly on their feet with their arms up-raised to accept the gratitude of the audience. Mandy's teammate was excellent. She made three stunning vaults, each one of which brought the applauding crowd to its feet. The audience was just settling back in the seats when the music blared from the speakers, attached high on the gymnasium wall.
The cutest little girl appeared on the giant mat spread on the gym floor. Jim immediately knew whom it was. Dawn McGregor, four-feet-ten and weighing only eighty pounds. She was acknowledged, up until this past season, as the best female gymnast in the state. With her small size, people were shocked to find out she was a senior and would graduate at term's end. She was also a fierce competitor who would not share the spotlight with anybody. The quick rise of Mandy was a sore point with Dawn. If it wasn't for being team captain and her class seniority, there would have had to be equal billing as the best athlete. This would have been impossible for Dawn, and both girls were happy that she would be graduating.
Jim knew about the feud, but it did not alter his appreciation for her skill. She tried to model her routines after the East European winners of the two previous Olympics. With their diminutive size and pixieish exercises, they never failed to captivate the audiences and still be skillful enough for the judges to realize their extraordinary talents. Dawn was excellent, maybe not quite at the Olympic level, but pretty close. And, this being her last performance before leaving the school, she didn't disappoint. Dawn leaped and tumbled, danced and pranced perfectly to the strains of "You're a Grand Old Flag." It was easily the best performance Jim had ever seen by a high-school girl and he jubilantly took part in the five-minute standing ovation which rocked the entire school.
Jim almost felt sorry for Mandy. Dawn had rightly calculated that it would be impossible for Mandy to gain the same appreciation after her own emotional floor exercise. And by following Dawn, Mandy would not be able to steal her thunder. Well, thought Jim, that's the way it has to be. If nothing else, it's a fine character builder for my daughter.
Mandy approached the balance beam and Jim nudged his wife to gain her attention. The mount to the beam was perfect and, as she settled into a difficult split, Jim realized his daughter's eyes were locked on his. He viewed her position and was most satisfied by her tough start. As Mandy began to get into her routine, still with her eyes locked on her father's, Jim knew something was very wrong. Her exercise was new, but he'd never expected what he was now seeing.
Mandy was like a teenage harlot. Though every part of her routine was flawless, her manner was obvious. Instead of performing to some imagined classical melody, it was more like she was on a burlesque stage doing a vampish striptease. First, she would emphasize her chest, brazenly pushing it toward a stunned Jim Claxton. Her walk was an advertisement for her swaying buttocks. And when she went into her handstand and slowly split her legs wide, Jim could make out her pubic mound straining against the flimsy leotard material. It could have been his imagination, but it looked like she was performing without panties. During her provocative split, he could have sworn he saw her puffy little cunt lips open to him in sexual invitation.
Barbi grabbed Jim's arm and whispered through clenched teeth: "What the hell is she doing?"
Jim could only shake his head, not trusting the sound of his voice. In the dead silence of the gym, he was being torn apart by conflicting emotions. His daughter was making him more angry than he could remember; she was also turning him on sexually. His raging hard-on, thankfully, was well hidden by the spring jacket resting on his lap.
The incestuous feelings came racing back. His breath came in spurts and a hot flush could be seen on his exposed flesh. Nobody was watching Jim. All eyes were telescoped on his seductive little girl.
Jim was hardly aware that Mandy had dismounted. The crowd at first was silent. Nobody moved. Nobody coughed. And nobody spoke. They were just staring at the young blonde girl with her arms outstretched, who, in turn, was staring at her father.
When the audience finally erupted, it was like nothing that had ever come before. People, both men and women, were clapping and stomping, yelling and whistling. Others were screaming: "More, more, more-" And Mandy just stood and continued to stare at her father.
Barbi was shaking Jim's arm and yelling at the top of her lungs: "I'm going to kill her, Jim. She's embarrassed us to no end. Wait till I get her home. I'll give her to the nuns if she survives what I'm going to do to her."
Jim was staring back at his daughter, oblivious to everything his wife had said.
After what seemed like hours to Jim, Mandy finally broke eye contact and ran off the floor. Her exit, a joyous little-girl skip, made the crowd roar all the more and quieted only after she disappeared through the locker-room door.
It was only then that Jim realized how hysterical his wife was. She was practically punching him in the side to get his attention. He grabbed her shoulders and after a quick, jolting shake, held her fast against his chest.
"Oh, Jim, what are we going to do? We'll never be able to show our faces in public again. What made her do it? Why?" moaned Barbi.
Jim knew the answer. He was sure of it now. Any doubts about what was happening were completely erased. His daughter wanted him and he wanted her. Knowing, finally having it out in the open, had a strangely calming effect. Her performance was for him. Mandy's erotic, seductive ritual had had its intended consequence.
He continued to hold his wife and was barely conscious of the people passing by, patting him on the back. As they approached, each had something to say.
"That was pure genius, Jim. Your Mandy stole the show."
"What a way to end the show. Barbi ... Jim ... you must be so proud of her."
"We know what the McGregor girl tried to pull by going first."
"Brilliant. Absolutely brilliant."
Both Barbi and Jim were dumbfounded. Barbi might accept that reasoning, but Jim knew better. Mandy's performance was a performance for one. Dawn McGregor never entered into it.
His wife was recovering, and after wiping her tear-stained face, said: "Jim, we have to have a talk with her. She is just a little girl. Half the men here must have been turned on, not to mention a lot of women. Mandy is much, much too young for this kind of thing. I don't care what the reason was."
"Okay, Barb, you take her home. I have to talk about the summer session with her coach. I'll also give her a piece of my mind about allowing that kind of routine. It might take a couple of hours, so it will be too late to talk to Mandy tonight; tomorrow is soon enough. Besides, we'll get to her after the tension of this evening has worn off and she'll understand more than if we sailed into her tonight. Okay?"
"Okay," said Barbi, not sure of her husband's logic.
"Come on," said Jim, "I'll walk you to the car and show you the street exit of the locker room."
Chapter Six
When Jim had made the appointment to talk to Midge Lesser after the phone call from the president of the school board, she explained the necessity of waiting at least a half hour once the exhibition had ended. It seemed that the girls needed time to shower and dress, leaving Midge with the responsibility of supervision. She had told Jim that she had a small office in the locker room and it would be as good as any place to hold their meeting. For Jim, the half hour seemed endless.
The school had emptied and he was alone with his personal demon. If anyone had seen him pace the empty corridors, they would have recognized a very troubled man.
The sexually-electric performance by his daughter was so forceful that he was tempted to literally take matters into his own hands and jack his burning hard-on. Even during the first sexual encounters or the anticipation of screwing Barbi for the first time, never had the kind of effect that Mandy's young and wanton body had on him. But Jim realized that simple masturbation would only temporarily sate his physical need. The blazing image of his nubile daughter would forever stay tattooed upon his brain until they could finally lie naked in each other's arms.
He thought of Barbi, his beautiful wife. There was no way she could understand his incestuous lust. He would not consciously hurt her; he loved her too much. Now, though, the once-happy procedure of conjuring in his mind naked visions of his wife was enough to have guilt-induced sweat spill from his armpits, as if he had already taken Mandy as his lover. The family life, that only days ago had been so strong and stable, could not compete with the hellish desires that were tearing it apart from within. The family as he had known it, Jim was beginning to accept, was the real threat. A threat against what he now believed to be the predetermined fact of his and Mandy's future together.
The meeting with the girls' coach was now irrelevant, Jim realized. What had once been so important and so vital had become ashes. He wanted to leave and find a place to think, to formulate a viable plan to keep his destined date with his daughter.
He glanced at his watch and saw the half hour had finally ended. Out of courtesy, he would tell Midge that something had come up and, unfortunately, the meeting would have to be postponed. Jim was sure he could make her believe anything, once she saw his fevered state.
In a daze, he entered the locker room and was confronted by row after row of gunmetal-gray lockers. The huge room seemed to be empty and the only sensation Jim was aware of was the heated humidity of recent showers. He was about to call out for the coach to give him directions to the hidden office when he was startled by a girlish squeal.
Jim innocently moved toward the sound, but stopped abruptly when he saw motion out of the corner of his eye. It was a mirror hanging from the inside of an open locker door. The angle was such that it caught the image of two females in the shower, no more than twenty feet from where Jim was standing.
As Jim moved to get a better angle, he identified Midge Lesser and Dawn McGregor locked in embrace. The coach was clothed in a pair of athletic shorts and a tee-shirt while the little gymnast, Dawn, was still wearing her light-blue leotard. Jim thought it strange that they were both standing under the shower nozzle with water cascading down upon them.
Jim had made up his mind to quietly slip away. That is exactly what the old Jim would have done, but this was the new Jim, caught up in his incestuous fantasy and now unable to make his body obey the commands of his brain. Highly aroused, he stood transfixed and watched the action unfold in the strategically-placed mirror.
Midge Lesser was a tall, powerfully-built woman. Her short brown-colored butch haircut topped a rather plain-Jane face. But it was not her countenance that people noticed, but her Amazonian body. Almost six-feet tall, she had wide shoulders that framed massive tits which jutted from an obviously well-developed and muscular chest. Her waist narrowed only slightly before swelling to manly hips and a tight athletic ass. The legs were well-developed and rippled with the strain of her position.
The contrast between the two girls was almost freakish: a tall, almost manlike woman and a short little immature girl with water-soaked garments making lesbian love.
Jim could see their tongues flicking like those of a snake outside their mouths, barely touching. Midge was bent over at the waist, to be on the same level as Dawn, and working her knee between the thighs of the other female. With her hands, she kneaded the flesh of the short girl's ass. Dawn was just hanging on.
Their clothes were thoroughly drenched and their skin almost visible through the wet material, except for the places doubly covered by their underwear.
Breaking off the kiss, the coach stepped back and slid the top of Dawn's leotard down to her waist. The little girl's breasts were being restrained by a tube-type bra which the older woman removed by pulling it up over Dawn's head and up-raised arms. Surprisingly, her tits were larger than Jim expected, and he understood why she had to wear a tight restraining bra. It was to maintain the little-girl look.
While Midge hurried to peel away her own sodden clothes, the tiny gymnast completed her own undressing by stepping out of her leotard and panties. Jim gasped when his eyes beheld the sight of a completely-hairless pussy already showing the pink insides of sexual readiness. Dawn drove a finger deep inside herself and, with her other hand, pinched the light colored nipples while waiting for her coach and lover to catch up.
Naked, their contrast was even more startling: Midge, with her large up-turned breasts topped by nearly inch-long protruding nipples and her dark forest of pubic hair which practically concealed her woman's cunt, making love to the small but perfectly-formed hairless body of Dawn.
Again the girls started to kiss, but this time their tongues were being alternately sucked deeper into each other's mouth. Midge forced the little girl to the shower floor until she was kneeling astride the young athletic body, her own ass high in the air, finally showing the darker pink of her own cunt and gaping asshole to their unseen audience.
Because of the loudness of the shower, Jim could only see the lovers' mouths move with spoken endearments and lustful moans, but his ears remained deaf to the sounds. Thankfully, his own passionate groans were also going unheard. He could now no longer stand the pain caused by the imprisonment of his erect and inflamed prick. He puddled his pants and shorts around his ankles and took his own sensitive flesh in hand.
He watched as Midge lowered her mouth to Dawn's nipple, sucking it deep when she found the target. At the same time she inserted two fingers to the hilt inside the well-lubed hairless pussy. Her thumb searched through the plump cunt folds, seeking out the young girl's clitoris while the pinky caressed the edges of the virgin anus. The coach's other hand was not idle, now furiously plowing her own furrow and, by the motion of her ass, harvesting a good deal of pleasure.
Dawn withered under the expert ministrations of the older woman. Her eyes were shut tightly and her tongue was spasmodically licking her shower-moistened lips. Jim was sure she was about to orgasm when Midge withdrew her hand and started to lick a line toward the young girl's steaming genitals.
Dawn's hands tried to hasten the trip, but Midge almost sadistically prolonged her hot tongue's journey. It stopped to taste the indented navel and played about only millimeters from the most sensitive of flesh. When the oral digit finally reached its destination and buried itself in the slick cunt slit, the young girl's legs, in reflex, clamped around her tormentor's neck, allowing no escape for the pleasure-giving head.
It was not going to be long now, Jim knew. Dawn's hands were squeezing her own boobs and she was convulsively sucking air through her mouth. Her hips, held stationary by her strong lover, were still almost imperceptibly jerking toward her imminent orgasm.
And orgasm she did. Her scream echoed through the empty locker room. With super-human strength, she lifted Midge inches off the floor as she pulled her legs up and over her own head. What Jim didn't notice as he watched the wild frenzied girl was Midge's surprised glance in the mirror, catching him in the act of pumping on his ready-to-come cock.
Jim's release was violent. The events of the preceding few hours were too much. His eyes were shut tight as he jacked his own cum juice three feet in the air. Jim never saw the fist that exploded in his face.
When he finally did open his eyes, he saw why he had the feeling he was drowning. The two naked women were sitting on top of his chest and legs while the spray from the shower was hitting him full in the face. His arms were pinned to his sides, rendering him completely defenseless against his captors.
Midge slapped him once across the face to get his attention. The look of contempt made him shiver as she leaned close and started speaking.
"You are a very naughty man, Mister Claxton. Imagine, spying on naked girls in the locker room. My, my, Mister Claxton, what will people think? Such a respected man of the community, trying to get cheap looks at young girls as they dress and shower. I know it sure does sound perverted to me. You even had your pants down and your big man-prick in your hand," said Midge, sarcasm dripping from her lips.
"Wait," Jim tried to answer, "I saw what you-"
Midge never let him finish. "Who are they going to believe, Mister Claxton, you or the two of us? What do you think, Dawn?"
"Gee, Miss Lesser, I guess it sure would be hard not to believe two innocent girls like us," Dawn replied, moving so Jim could see her. "You sure are a bad man, Mandy's Daddy."
Jim again tried to speak, but was again cut off by the gym coach.
"Listen, Mister Claxton," she commanded, "don't say anything or move a muscle until we've decided what to do with you."
Dawn, in the meantime, was absently playing with Jim's exposed sex equipment. Though he could feel the girl's hands, he failed to respond as he began to understand his frightening predicament. Everything he had worked for over the years seemed to now be totally destroyed. His family life, the business and his status in the community could be shattered by just a couple of well-chosen words from these two bizarre lovers. He was helpless.
Jim watched as the ladies whispered heatedly back and forth. His fate, he knew, was the topic of discussion. He also knew the reason why all this was happening to him. It was Mandy. Since the night in his daughter's bedroom, his life was no longer controllable. He was functioning so differently from the man he once was. He felt like he was an absurd puppet and, somehow, his daughter was pulling the strings.
Jim was shaken from his thoughts by Midge's voice.
"We have made our decision, Mister Claxton," she said. "Dawn and I are not in total agreement. But because I am quite fond of her, I will go along with her wishes. You see, I do not particularly like men and, sexually, have no use for them. I much prefer sweet young girls as I am sure you've noticed. But Dawn likes anyone who can give her pleasure. And you, Mister Claxton, seem to have what in Dawn's estimation is a tool of pleasure the likes of which she has never seen before: a real man-cock. So we have decided that if you can sufficiently satisfy this horny woman-child, we might just forget about the perverted peeping torn who snuck into the girls' locker room to get his jollies. I hope, for your own sake, that you don't let this poor girl go unsatisfied."
When Jim heard his sentence, he let out a sigh of relief. He knew it would not change the direction his life was heading, but it would at least save his family and his reputation.
"I will do what you say," said Jim.
"I'm sure you will. Don't move because I am now going to get up," said Midge.
As the Amazonian woman stood up, Jim, for the first time, focused closely on the childlike Dawn. Up close, she looked even younger than from a distance. The only giveaway was the perky breasts with the swollen grown-up nipples. Her body was, indeed, completely hairless except for the soaking-wet curls plastered tightly to her skull.
Jim realized she still had hold of his limp penis and was now sliding it along her puffy cunt lips. She seemed to be getting annoyed by Jim's lack of arousal. Midge, who was leaning against the shower wall, was tapping her foot impatiently. How can I perform under such pressure? he wondered.
Out of necessity, he focused his mind's eye on his daughter's sexy gymnastics routine. He remembered how her little-girl cunt had seemed to open for him, demanding to be touched, sucked and fucked. Immediately, he started to become hard.
Dawn watched Jim's cock stiffen and she oohed with pleasure: "Oh, Midge, I have never seen such a thick cock. It's going to split me beautifully."
She moved herself up Jim's body until she was positioned over his now granite-hard dick. With one hand, she pulled apart her outer petals, revealing the sweet pink pussy flesh within. The other hand commenced working the bulbous cockhead along her most sensitive flesh, circling and teasing her quite visible pleasure-button.
Midge found the scene interesting, but not all that sexy. Girl meat was her sex food, and the younger the better. The sight of a cock was no turn-on at all. Maybe she could find some pleasure in demeaning him, she thought, and still get her satisfaction from her horny little student.
Jim was watching his rampant cock play upon the tender tissue of the young gymnast when his view became obstructed. Midge had lowered herself over Jim's face. Straddling his neck with her knees, she pulled apart her ass cheeks, showing Jim the sight of her hairy anus and drooping pussy lips. It was disappointing to Jim that he would not be able to see the impaling of Dawn's furless cunt by his thick and ready prick.
"You better start eating my asshole, stud, and you better make it good," she warned.
Dawn was ready. Midge was now sucking on her nipples, and Jim's cock was stationed at the entrance to Dawn's well-lubed love channel. Lowering herself slowly, the teenager found the big cockhead was stretching her as no cock had ever stretched her before. Just the sensation of his prick pushing its way to the bottom of her chasm was enough to trigger an orgasm. Again, like before, her scream was heard only by the participants.
Jim was unprepared for the extreme tightness of young-woman cunt. If it was not for the fact of his dining on Midge's very pungent asshole, he knew he would have blown his rocks immediately. Dawn was doing all the work, since Jim was pressed to the floor by the weight of the two women. She was alternating between gently squeezing his balls and vigorously rubbing her exposed pleasure-nub.
Thankfully, Jim was an expert in eating out ass. He did not want to do anything that might encourage the dyke coach into doing something drastic. His tongue was like a well-used and practiced tool, licking and flicking and insisting on pushing its way through the tightly-gripped sphincter muscle. He could tell that his effort was having its intended effect because of the flood of juices dripping on his chin from Midge's sweltering cunt. He knew her own moment of release could not be long in coming.
Dawn McGregor was an athlete. The gyrations and her control were testimony to her well-muscled body. She rode Jim's distended rod as if it was a runaway horse in need of gentling. All her moves were having their desired effect: Jim was on the verge of pumping his love cream deep inside Dawn's velvet scabbard and she, in turn, had worked her way to her third good orgasm of the night.
The three of them came together, spasming and convulsing under the deluge of water from the shower spigots. When the throbbing of over stimulated sex organs was stilled and the screams and moans of orgasmic pleasure had ended, the three vanquished participants rested, allowing the water to cool their fevered flesh.
It was a few minutes before anyone was able to speak.
Jim was the first to recover and asked: "I hope you are both satisfied. I kept my end of the bargain and now I beg of you to uphold your promise of silence."
"It was sure fine by me," said Dawn. "Anytime you might be interested in seconds, all you have to do is call."
"I doubt you will ever hear from me again," replied Jim. He then turned to Midge and asked: "Well, what about you? You're not thinking about going back on your word, are you?"
"Mister Claxton, it seems to me that I am still in the position to write the rules and I don't think you have been punished enough. As I told you before, my major sexual interest is the seduction of young girls. You happen to be the father of a lovely young lady whom I would not mind introducing to the age-old rite of lesbianism," said a smiling Midge.
Jim was horrified. He had kept his end of the bargain and satisfied both. Now the coach wanted to bring his innocent daughter into this sordid affair. Jim was tempted to kill, but he knew he would never be able to get away with it. He tried to think of some reasonable way to get out of this horrendous jam.
"Listen, Miss Lesser," he pleaded, "I will give you money or anything you want, but please leave my daughter out of this."
"That is very generous, but I'm not interested in money. It seems that pretty Mandy, in her virginal white cotton panties, has been my fantasy since the start of the term. I have watched her undress and shower and can't get her out of my mind. I guess you could say it has become more than a fantasy ... an obsession is more like it. I did not try anything this year because I knew I had a few more years to catch her at something which would force her to bend to my wishes. But you, Mister Claxton, have given me the opportunity I've yearned for."
"That's blackmail. You'll never get away with it," raged Jim.
"Oh, I think I will," Midge said calmly. "Dawn, I am certain, will back me up one-hundred percent if I must go to the police with the stupefying details of tonight's perversions. Am I right, Dawn?"
"Oh yes, Miss Lesser," answered the young gymnast. "Anything you say."
"What the hell are you holding on her?" demanded Jim.
"That is none of your business. You just bring Mandy to my apartment at eight o'clock Sunday night or else Dawn and I will go to the police on Monday morning. Now get dressed and get your ass out of here, "she ordered.
Jim had no choice but to pick up his clothes and slink from the locker room. His mind was a confused jumble. The events of the night had short-circuited his usually logically-thinking mind. Now his only thoughts were how he was going to find a solution before Sunday. He had but two days.
Chapter Seven
Mandy awoke the next morning with the feeling that the day was going to be what she had longed for. After the previous night's performance, she believed her father finally knew where she was coming from. Somehow, some way, her father and she would consummate their love.
When she hurried downstairs for breakfast, she was surprised to find neither of her parents at the kitchen table. Mandy checked the time and saw that it was almost ten o'clock. This is very unusual for the Claxton household, she thought to herself. Saturday is always a family day.
Before running back upstairs to wake her parents, she saw a note Scotch-taped to the refrigerator door. It was addressee to her father, and in her mother's handwriting:
Dearest Jim,
Early this morning I received a telephone call from Mother. It seems that Daddy was taken to the hospital last night with a suspected heart attack.
I knew you had arrived home late from your meeting and did not want to wake you this morning. There is really nothing you can do anyway. I am just going to give comfort to Mother.
Mandy will make breakfast for you and her. I hope to be back Monday night.
I love you,
Barbi
Mandy was sorry that her grandfather was sick. She loved him very much. But she was extremely happy to find out that her father was hers for the entire weekend. Her morning's feelings were now on their way to being a reality.
Instead of immediately waking up her father, she decided to shower. When Mandy had arrived home last night, she was so aroused that she went right to bed and commenced to spend the next three hours playing with her hot little pussy. She knew that she must smell like sex. Mandy liked the woman odor because it reminded her of how she felt about her father. What she did not know was whether her father would like the smell of her most intimate fragrance. Once she was finished showering and dressing, she would awaken him. There would be plenty of time.
In the shower, she was tempted to masturbate again, but held off. She did not want to make herself sore and possibly make their day together something less than perfect.
Mandy picked out the clothes she was going to wear that day with care. She wanted to be sexually enticing for her father, but at the same time retain her childlike appearance. She did not want to wear her panties, but she knew if she did not, because of her sure-to-be-aroused condition, she would leak her love juice all over the place. A bra was definitely out. She chose from her wardrobe a short and flimsy summer shift that was sure to do its intended job. It kept the image of the innocence of youth, but at the same time was thin and short enough to stimulate the imagination. The white ankle socks were the final touch to add just the right amount of purity to show him that her love was chaste.
Her father was still sleeping when she entered his room. Mandy could not understand why her father, whose regular Saturday routine was to wake up early, was not up yet. He always enjoyed being with the family and handling the usual household chores.
Mandy leaped upon the bed and started to kiss his sleeping face. It reminded her of the times when she was younger and her mother had sent her upstairs to wake him for breakfast.
"Daddy, wake up," she whispered. "Mommy is gone and we're all alone."
Jim was coming around, but groggy. As he opened his eyes, the first thing he noticed was Mandy's panty-covered crotch. She was sitting on his chest with her feet placed on either side of his head. When he was able to tear his stare from his daughter's nubile treasures, he asked: "What the hell is going on?"
"I already told you. Mommy went to see grandpa. He might have had a heart attack last night. She won't be back until Monday. It's all in the note she left downstairs. We'll be all alone this weekend. Oh Daddy, I'm so happy," she blurted.
Jim was just starting to clear his sleep-drenched mind, recalling the events of the previous night. He felt like he was going to be sick. On top of that, Mandy was sitting in such a way that her little-girl cunt was no more than half a foot from his face.
"Get your randy little ass out of here, before I throw you out," he shouted.
Mandy was awe-struck. Her father had never talked to her that way before, and tears began to stream from her eyes.
"What have I done, Daddy? I love you! Please don't shout at me!" she sobbed.
"Stay away from me. You've caused enough problems. Just stay out of my sight today. If you really want to make me happy, you will do as I say!"
Mandy had no choice, but to do what he ordered. She did not understand why he should be so mad. There was nothing she could remember having done that would have caused her father's reaction. It was better to do what he demanded without question than to incur any more of his wrath. Mandy was hurt and vowed to spend the rest of the day locked in her room.
Jim knew he had overreacted. But there was no way he could deal with his daughter that morning after the horrible circumstances of the night before. He needed time to find a solution to his bizarre dilemma. Thankfully, his wife had been called away.
There was no doubt in his mind that Mandy wanted him sexually. He also knew that he desperately needed his daughter in the same way. But how could he possibly make the situation perfect when he had Midge Lesser's ultimatum hanging over his head? It was monstrous to sacrifice his daughter to that beastly lesbian to maintain his place in the community and continue to function within his own family.
He believed that he could make Mandy understand, that if they were to consummate their love, that they must keep it a secret from Barbi. There could be no overt hints that the relationship between father and daughter had gone any further than what was accepted by society.
But to convince Mandy that she must make love to her dyke coach was out of the question. How the hell can I approach my daughter with such a hideous request? he asked himself. It's impossible. He would rather throw away everything he had earned through the years than allow his Mandy to succumb to her coach's lecherous demand. He knew it would mean the end of his marriage. It would necessitate the selling or moving of his business. The publicity would probably reach nationwide. Jim was sure he would be a broken man, but his Mandy would be saved from the intolerable fate.
Jim Claxton made his decision. He would not make Midge's outrageous appointment with his daughter. When his wife returned home, he would tell her the entire story of the locker-room episode and hope she would be capable of forgiving him. Mandy, of course, would eventually find out he would wait until that time to offer an explanation. There was nothing further to do that weekend. He must put off his liaison with Mandy and hope her little childlike heart would some day forgive him. For the rest of the weekend he would concentrate on avoiding Mandy.
Mandy finally left her room and ventured downstairs after six in the evening. She was hungry and decided she would make something for herself and her father to eat. Maybe by this time, the events of the morning have been forgotten, she thought. She had hoped he would have knocked on her door and offered some kind of explanation. The fact that he didn't was very distressing. Her father never held a grudge.
When she passed by his study, the door was closed. It was her father's rule that when his study door was closed, he was not to be disturbed. Mandy, again with tears rolling down her cheeks, obeyed her father's dictum.
Mandy prepared dinner for two, anyway. Even if he did not eat the meal now, she would keep it in the oven until he was ready.
It's unfair, she said to herself. For the first time they would have been able to share each other's love, something strange had come over her father. She knew in her heart that he was ready. The taking of her underwear and the way he had stared back at her during her gymnastics performance, was all the proof she needed. What could possibly be wrong with him? What could I do to make it all right again? Why is life so rotten?
When dinner was ready, Mandy knocked on the study door. There was no answer. She started to worry, figuring something was wrong. It took a great deal of intestinal strength for her to disobey her father and finally open the door. Mandy was totally unprepared for the sight she beheld.
Jim Claxton was passed out in his leather chair, an empty bottle of bourbon cradled in his lap. He had not even bothered to use a glass. His face was in obvious need of a shave and he was clothed in only his bathrobe.
Mandy had never seen her father drunk before. As a matter of fact, her mother told her that the only time he had ever been drunk was the day he celebrated Mandy's birth. Her father was strictly a three-drink man, and then he always commented that the liquor was taking effect. When that happened, he immediately switched to soda. Mandy knew something was terribly wrong.
With tears streaming down her cheeks, Mandy made an attempt to clean up the debris of her father's afternoon drunk. She threw away the empty bottle and tried to put his desk in some kind of order. While she sponged his pallid and stubbled face, Jim Claxton moved slightly, pushing his legs straight out in front of him. The movement was enough to undo the robe, revealing to Mandy her father's sexual equipment.
Never before had she had such a close-up view of her father. Mandy moved between his outstretched limbs to get a better look. The male penis is so innocent when it's at rest, she thought. Mandy wanted to touch it, but was afraid after the morning episode in her father's bed. It would be awful if he were to reject her again.
Just then, she remembered the incident of a few weeks back when she offered her panty-covered crotch to him while he thought she was asleep. There was no doubt in her mind that her father was definitely asleep, and one little touch would not wake him.
Mesmerized by the sight of his sex and the beginning of that special feeling deep in her groin, Mandy gently cupped his heavy testicles in her hand. She continued on to his limp stem, tracing the veins and ridges with her fingertips until she reached the bulbous circumcised head. Mandy gave it a squeeze and was surprised at the involuntary jerk of the organ in her hand. She quickly released the soft cock and checked to see if he was awakening.
Mandy saw that his eyes were tightly shut, but he seemed to be muttering some drunken jibberish. She was about to close his robe and leave the room when she heard him say her name. It was obvious he was still asleep, but Mandy was sure that he was repeating her name over and over.
Let that be a sign, she thought, a sign that he wants me to continue touching his body. Even if it was not a sign, she knew at that point she would not stop until he told her. And if he were to punish her, she would gladly accept it, knowing that what she was doing could only make him feel good.
Holley, her friend, had explained about taking a man in her mouth, so Mandy decided that that was the thing to do. It was supposed to bring great pleasure to the man, but she wondered if in her father's state he could achieve an erection. Well, all I can do is try.
Mandy lowered herself to her knees, putting her face within inches of his sex organ. With one hand she lifted and straightened the flaccid penis and commenced to kiss its entire length. When she reached the head, she allowed her tongue to discover the special taste of the tiny slit. Mandy was so lost in her devotion, licking his nuts one moment and giving the penis the attention of her kissing lips the next, that she only then noticed that her father's prick had begun to swell. She immediately looked toward her father's face and saw his eyes were still closed.
Mandy was aghast at the size of her father's fully-erect cock. Her only experience was with Chris's and he in no way compared in thickness or in length. This made her both happy and a bit scared, for she knew that once her father was sheathed inside her cunt, the feelings for him would be great. If only he can get inside, she thought.
Her mouth went back to work, opening wide and drawing the head in as far as she could without gagging. The cock felt alive, twitching on its own every time she swirled her tongue. Jim was moaning, but still seemed asleep. Mandy was starting to settle into a rhythm of taking the prick as deep as she could and then lifting her head until the penis was free from her mouth and her lips were sucking at the tiny semen-slit.
Mandy could feel her own juices welling up in the crotch of her panties. She knew the only relief she was going to get was the relief given by her own hand. Her free hand dove between her thighs and began to rub the sodden cotton furiously against her sensitive flesh. Mandy was going to orgasm very soon, she knew, and hoped that she could wait until her father would fill her mouth with his thick cream.
If Mandy could not have his juice in her cunt, she would at least have it in her stomach. Even if it had the most horrible taste, she vowed not to lose a drop.
Jim's hips were now dictating Mandy's tempo. In her concentration, she didn't notice that her father had placed his hands on her head and was watching his sweet young daughter suck his big man's cock. He was conscious, but his mind was only functioning on what his Mandy was doing between his legs.
"Oh Mandy, Mandy, I am going to fill you with my love. Don't stop. I love you," Jim moaned.
For a moment Mandy halted her sexual craving and looked into her father's open eyes. She saw the love and answered back with tears of happiness.
She swallowed him as deep as she could and tried to gulp him even deeper. His prick was swelling larger, his strong hands holding her firm.
We're coming together, she thought. Her hand had creeped beneath the waistband of her underwear and found her little pleasure-button. She was timing her caresses to her father's increased frenzy. Mandy could feel the start of his cum building in his balls and the involuntary jerking of his cock begin. Simultaneously, the initial spasms of her own orgasm were being felt.
Mandy would always recall the force of her father's ejaculation. If his hands had not been locked over her head, it was possible, she realized, that she would not have been able to keep his spurting cock within her mouth. It was just like him to be gentle but strong.
Jim was just as taken aback by his daughter's orgasm. If it was not for his cock buried deep in her mouth, he was sure her cries would have been heard by the neighbors. It had happened and there was no guilt.
Resting now, Mandy's head still in his lap, his mind began to clear itself from the deadening effect of the liquor. For whatever reason, he and Mandy had become lovers. It was wrong by every moral standard, but Jim knew and accepted that it had happened. Now he must find a way to be able to continue and still maintain as much of his life as was possible.
Mandy was totally content. She had become her father's lover and nothing else could possibly matter. At first, she hesitated from rising and looking into her father's face, not knowing if he accepted what had happened. But when she did, she was greeted by such a look of love that all her fears disappeared.
"I love you, Daddy, Daddy. I've dreamed about this moment for so long. Please don't let it end," she cried.
"It is not going to be easy, Mandy. What we have done can never be made public. Our society would never accept it. Your mother-my wife-would probably want to kill us. We will always be alone. I want you to know this, Mandy, because if we are to continue and, truthfully, I know I must, we will only have each other," Jim explained.
"Oh Daddy, that is all I ever wanted. Just you and me forever," said Mandy.
"The last thing in the world I want to do is hurt your mother. I love her. Maybe not the way I love you, my Mandy, but enough. For a while, we must hide our desires and allow me to think of a solution. Plus, we have a problem that you don't know about. A problem so sick that I can't even tell you what it is. We must be patient. I don't think we should do anything like this again until I can get things straightened out," he said.
"No, Daddy, don't say that. It isn't fair. Something'll come up that will destroy what we have. ! won't let that happen. Oh please don't say those things. We must stay together," Mandy pleaded.
"Listen to me. I will not let anything happen, but part of love is trusting. Trust me, please. We will be together. Now what I want you to do is go up to your room and let me think. Too much has happened lately and I must be alone. You are too much of a distraction. The most beautiful kind of a distraction, I will admit, but now I must be by myself. So give me a kiss and I will come up and tuck you in to bed before I go to sleep," he instructed.
Mandy came willingly into her father's arms and kissed him hard upon the lips. She hoped the kiss would never end. Reluctantly, she admitted that he was right and left him sitting in his chair, knowing that he was going to build their future.
Though it was still very early, Mandy wanted to prepare herself for when her father came to say goodnight. It was already Saturday night and they had spent so little time together. Mother was due home Monday and everything would have to return to normal. For this reason Mandy decided to dress exactly the same as she had the night her father first touched her: the pink nylon nightgown and a pair of her little-girl white-cotton panties. She would even pose the same exact way, with the gown pulled high to the waist and her underwear fitted tight to her crotch. Maybe the combination was naturally lucky.
Mandy understood and had to agree with her father about going easy with their relationship at first. She did not hate her mother and did not want to hurt her. "But all is fair in love and war," and this is definitely love, she thought. Somehow her father was sure to find a solution so they could continue as lovers.
What did worry her, though, was the sick problem he had mentioned. Maybe if she knew what it was, she might be able to help him solve that one, also. Mandy knew of nothing so horrible that she would not do if her father asked her. To die knowing that he loved her would not frighten her at all. Mandy decided that since lovers share not only all the good aspects of love but also the bad ones, she would demand to know what the sick problem was. Just possibly, she might be able to help.
Chapter Eight
Jim Claxton realized that liquor was definitely not the answer to his problems. The temporary escape did not solve anything. Now that he was in the throes of a hangover that made it impossible to think logically, everything seemed worse. If it were not for the, oh, too-brief interlude with Mandy, the day would have been a total zero.
Once his daughter had left, Jim tried very hard to concentrate, but found himself dozing off. After a couple of hours of this continuing nonproductivity, he decided to get up, take a shower, say goodnight to Mandy and get a comfortable night's sleep. By morning, hopefully, things would be much clearer.
After his shower and shave, Jim felt better physically, but his brain was still a bit foggy. He was tempted to invite Mandy into the master bedroom to finish what they had started earlier. No, he decided, it'll only complicate the situation. His daughter waking up beside him in the morning could only make it more difficult to start the day with his mind fully clear.
When he entered Mandy's room to say goodnight, he was unprepared for the sight his eyes beheld. Everything was exactly the same as it had been the night he returned from the school-board meeting, except that the light was now on and Mandy was awake. The bed clothes were again thrown on the floor and Mandy's panty-wrapped crotch was exposed.
"Daddy," she said, "touch me like you touched me that first night."
"How did you know I touched you?" Jim asked. "Weren't you asleep?"
"No, Daddy," Mandy laughed. "When I heard you coming upstairs, I kicked off the blankets. I wanted to take off my underwear, but there wasn't enough time."
"You know I tried to fight it. I should have known it would come to this. You are so pretty and pure, I-"
"Oh, please," Mandy interrupted, "don't say anything else, just touch me. This time you don't have to stop."
During their conversation, Jim had a hard time keeping his eyes off his daughter's pussy bulge. It was the most beautiful and erotic sight he had ever seen. This time he would fondle it and continue until he brought his teenage daughter the pleasure she so richly deserved.
Again, like that first night, he used only one finger to trace across the virginal mound. But unlike the first time, he did not run from his daughter's room and find solace in the beautiful body of his wife.
His digit played lightly over the cotton-covered quim, exploring his daughter for himself and giving her pleasure at the same time. He bent her legs at the knees, making her bulge even more prominent and at the same time increasing his own access to her sex. With her thighs raised, he saw that he was right that first night. Her panties were rolled delectably in her ass-crack.
Mandy was moaning now, and every few moments her hips would twitch with delight. Jim could tell that her puffy outer cunt lips were opening and he felt the cotton grow noticeably damper. He needed to see her naked.
"Mandy, I want to see you as only a lover can. I am going to take off all of your clothes and glance upon your perfect creation. Then I am going to anoint your body with my lips," he gasped.
"Oh yes, Daddy, anything you want. I'm yours."
Mandy helped him with the nightgown and he rolled off the panties. Jim remained standing at the foot of the bed and took in the sight of his daughter: the angelic face contorted in passion, the budding breasts topped by a mature woman's aroused nipples, and the opened little-girl cunt revealing the hot pink interior of sexual excitement.
Jim knew that he could stand there for hours taking in the picture of his young Mandy, but his hands demanded that they touch and his lips demanded that they taste. He knelt between her well-spread legs and leaned forward to grasp her small boobs. They were soft but firm, and Mandy's moans told him they were sensitive to his touch. Beneath the palms of his hands, he felt the nipples become harder still, until they seemed like they would burst.
No longer could he keep his lips and tongue from Mandy's immature breasts. While he licked and sucked on one, his hands continued to squeeze and tweak the other. Mandy was delirious with the sensations.
Though Mandy's tits were truly treasures, Jim knew that the ultimate bounty resided between her' plump little thighs. Never had he seen anything that looked so wonderful as Mandy's fleshy, almost hairless pussy. There was no doubt that the little gymnast, Dawn, had a magnificent cunt, but it could never compare to the blood-engorged twat of his daughter.
Again he let his fingers do the work, except that this time there was no cotton to mask his touch. Separating the outer lips completely, he was able to feast his eyes on the hidden secrets of his daughter. Jim saw the muscled opening of her slick vagina and the hot nub of her clit peeking from the skin of her inner lips. With his thumb, he ran the length of her well-oiled cuntal slit, savoring the reaction of her twitching hips. When his thick digit finally entered her sex canal, he was surprised by the power of her grasping muscles.
Jim slowly but steadily continued to work his thumb in and out, but his other fingers remained busy. They sought out the tight but well-lubed ring of her asshole and he proceeded to bury the tip of a pinky to the knuckle. Mandy accepted this with more delicious moans of delight.
Jim kept his hand in place, lowering his face to her cunt. Her intimate aroma was sweet and pure, and he hoped it could stay forever in his nostrils. His tongue was now bathing, but not cooling, the entire area of her inflamed little-girl pussy. Occasionally he circled the clitoris, and at other times attacked it with the stiffened tip of his tongue. But he always kept his fingers on her nubile holes.
Never had Mandy been so fevered. It seemed that everything in her life had been magically removed and the only thing that mattered was what her loving daddy was doing between her legs. The feelings were incredible and they just kept building until her nerve endings were screaming out for an orgasm.
While working so diligently on his daughter's crotch, Jim had been unconsciously rubbing his own distended organ on the firm edge of the mattress. For the second time in a row, father and daughter were about to come simultaneously.
Jim was sucking hard on his Mandy's love bud when his imbedded fingers felt the initial spasms start deep within his daughter. At the same time, he finally became aware of his own lack of control and realized he was about to spill his manseed on the inside of his robe. It did not matter. What was important was that Mandy should have the best orgasm of her life.
Jim need not have worried, as Mandy's scream of release was proof enough and her thrashing body only heightened Jim's own powerful come.
Once the spasms of each had resided, Jim moved to the head of the bed and took his sated daughter in his arms. He embraced her tightly, showering kisses on her joyful face. It was a shame, he thought, that the most happy and rewarding aspect of his life could only be viewed as warped by society.
"I love you, Mandy. I love you more than anyone can love another person," cried Jim.
"Oh Daddy, I love you the same way," Mandy echoed. "But Daddy, can I ask you a question?"
"Sure. Anything you want, baby."
"Remember downstairs, when you asked me to trust you now that we're lovers?" Mandy did not wait for an answer and continued. "Well also, I remembered that you said that you had a very sick problem to deal with. I trust you with all my heart; it's only fair that you trust me and tell me what it is that's bothering you. What is it, Daddy?"
"Oh Mandy, please don't ask me about that. It is just too horrible to even talk about," pleaded Jim, still holding his daughter tightly to his body.
"It's possible I could help. Please tell me. This is making me very unhappy," Mandy said, looking her father in the eye. "Please."
"If I told you about it, it would make you much more unhappy," answered Jim, staring right back at Mandy.
"It concerns me. Doesn't it, Daddy?"
"I am afraid it concerns both of us. Oh all right, I will tell you, but it really is terribly sick."
"After the gymnastics exhibition the other night, I had told you that I was supposed to meet with your coach, Midge Lesser, and discuss the strategy for the summer program. Do you recall that?" Mandy nodded while her father continued, "Well, the meeting never happened ... but something else did."
"Well, what did happen?" Mandy asked.
"I will tell you all the ugly facts, but first I have to ask you a question. Do you know what a lesbian is?"
"Oh sure, that's when a girl loves another girl. Our current-events teacher explained all about it," Mandy answered, proud that she could answer such a sophisticated question.
"Your coach, Midge Lesser, is a lesbian," Jim stated.
"Oh wow," giggled Mandy, "but how does that affect us?"
"I am getting to that," Jim said, trying to choose his words carefully. "When I went into the girls' locker room for the meeting, things quickly became clear that Miss Lesser had forgotten about it. She and Dawn McGregor were making love to each other in the shower. This is the hard part to explain. So, Mandy, please don't ask any questions till I am finished. Okay?"
"Anything you say, Daddy," answered Mandy, totally immersed in her father's narrative.
Jim went on, but could not bear to look in his daughter's face. "The last few weeks have been very rough on me. I knew I wanted to make love to you, but I also knew that it was wrong. I have been terribly mixed up and I am afraid I let it start mixing up my usually-logical thought patterns. Your performance on the beam was the final straw.
"When I saw what they were doing, my first thought was to immediately leave, but like I said, I was turned on by you and then by seeing Midge and Dawn making love. I should have left, but I stayed." Jim stopped to catch his breath and Mandy was about to say that she could understand that, when her father continued: "I am afraid that I did more than just watch. I undid my pants and started to masturbate," Jim said with averted eyes and a shaking voice.
Mandy held her father tightly and whispered: "It is okay, Daddy. It is okay."
"There is more. They were so involved with one another, I was sure they would not see me. I was wrong. Just when I was in the middle of ejaculation, somebody punched me in the face. It must have been Midge because it was a very powerful punch that temporarily knocked me unconscious. When I woke up, I was in the shower with a naked Midge and Dawn pinning me to the floor. They made fun of me and threatened to tell everybody that I had literally been caught with my pants down in the girls' locker room. I told them I would tell what I had seen. But both of them just laughed and reminded me that it would be very difficult to believe my story when the two of them would just deny it. They were right: it was two against one and nobody would believe me.
"I asked if I could give them money or do anything that would help them forget this ugly incident. Dawn said that she wanted me to fuck her and that I had better do a good job. Midge was not happy about Dawn's demand but, after some thought, okayed the little girl's request. Midge said she only liked girls but would let me eat out her asshole. She also added that I had better do a great job of it.
"I was scared because I did not believe I could get an erection. They were both getting impatient and if I had not thought about making love to you, I am sure I would not have gotten it up. Then they would have surely reported me to the authorities. Thanks to you, I guess I was good enough because they did not complain."
Mandy was shocked at what her father had gone through. Now that he had said that her coach was a lesbian, Mandy understood why she always acted so weird around the girls: watching them dress, undress and shower. She could also easily believe anything about her teammate. The rumors about Dawn being a tramp were always circulating around the school.
Though she was shocked, Mandy also felt guilty. If she had never attempted to seduce her father, he would have immediately left and nothing would have happened. Thankfully, it was over and nothing more would come of it.
"It's all over now, Daddy. It doesn't have to be a problem at all. Let's just forget all about it," said Mandy, comforting her father-lover with tender kisses.
"Oh Mandy, I wish it was all over, but I am afraid it isn't," said Jim, still not able to look at his daughter. "Midge Lesser made one more demand. This is the really sick part."
"What is it, Daddy? You've told me the whole story. You can't stop now," begged Mandy.
"She wants you," he said.
"What?" questioned Mandy, not understanding what her father was saying.
"She demanded that she have you," Jim repeated. "She wants you to come to her house tomorrow night so that you can make love to each other."
"Oh wow," was all that Mandy could say.
"I would never let that happen, Honey," Jim went on. "I would rather be exposed to the community and spend time in jail than let that terrible woman touch you,"
Mandy was quite taken by her father's bravery. He had made a mistake that was just as much her own fault, and now that bitch of a coach was blackmailing him. No, she thought, there's no way that anything will come between us now that my father and I have finally found each other.
"Listen to me, Daddy. I will see Miss Lesser tomorrow night and do anything she says. After finding you, there's no way I'm going to lose you," said Mandy.
"Stop it!" commanded her father, "I would never let you do anything like that. It is awful to even think that another woman's body could touch my precious Mandy."
"Daddy, it won't be so bad. Now it's my turn to tell you something," she said. "I have been touched by another girl already. Holley was the one who taught me about sex and well-I guess you could say we experimented on one another's body. It didn't make me a lesbian."
Jim was a little surprised, but realized it was probably a pretty normal way for children to discover sex. This, though, was different. Midge was a grown-up who probably had more sophisticated ways to take her pleasure.
"No, Mandy. I cannot allow you to be with that woman. I would never be able to forgive myself," Jim said as if it was his final say on the subject.
"Daddy, I love you too much. Let me do this for you. As a matter of fact, I am going to do it anyway," Mandy said.
"I will not let you. That is final."
"I am going to do it. You won't be able to stop me. If you lock the door, I'll climb out the window. I'll leave as soon as you turn your back," Mandy threatened.
Jim Claxton could say nothing. All he did was grab his head and moan with despair.
Mandy took his head in her hands and kissed him on the lips. She was the one who was now in control and surprisingly, it seemed quite comfortable for both of them.
"Daddy, I have an idea. Once she sees that I've come, she'll probably be very excited. Then I'll make a demand. I will insist that the only way I will allow her to touch me is if you can stay there and watch," Mandy said.
"Oh Mandy, I could never watch that beastly woman pawing your beautiful body," said her father, clearly on the verge of tears.
"Hear me out, Daddy," she said, her confidence building by the word. "If you were there, it would be so much easier for me. While she would be making love to me with her body, you could be making love to me with your mind and your eyes. Oh Daddy, please. Once it's over, we'll be able to make the plans we talked about and spend the rest of our lives in each other's arms."
"Mandy, don't you understand that it might never be over? She could blackmail us for the rest of our lives," he explained.
Mandy refused to be argued out of it. "That is wrong, Daddy, because then I could rat on her. I could get my friends to go along with me and say that Miss Lesser seduced them also. The shoe is now on the other foot."
Jim was impressed by his daughter's unerring logic. He was proud, but very much afraid. It was horrible for him to think about watching Mandy and that bitch together. He did have to admit, though, that if things did get out of hand he would be there as a viable protector.
"I don't like it one bit, but if you think you could handle what is going to happen, it would definitely remove us from this giant stumbling block. Are you sure you know what you might be getting yourself into?" Jim asked, staring into her eyes for the first time in awhile. He wanted to be sure that what she was saying was not just words and that she understood the full meaning of what was going to occur. If she did not understand, Jim could not tell by her confident eyes.
"I do know, Daddy. I am going to do something for the both of us. But now, Daddy, let's forget about tomorrow. I love you very much and need your body inside mine. Make love to me, Daddy, fuck me and say I'm yours," Mandy said, showing her father how mature she was becoming.
Jim was surprised at how fast his little daughter was growing up. He was frightened by how much she was willing to take upon herself. But if it was possible, he loved her more.
There would be no problem in obeying her last command. He shed his robe and rolled Mandy on top of him. Her young athletic body rubbing itself against his body increased his desire for their lovers' union to happen right here on Mandy's bed. The feel of her tongue deep inside his mouth and her hot wet pussy playing on the shaft of his fiercely-distended prick announced the time had arrived.
It would have to, if both Mandy and Jim had not heard the sound of an automobile pulling into their driveway. For a heart-halting moment they were frozen in embrace. Not taking any chances, Jim unceremoniously dumped his passion-filled girl from atop his body, rolled from the bed grabbing his robe and disappeared into the bathroom.
Mandy reached for her nightgown and panties that were tossed at the foot of the bed and quickly put them on. Now dressed, she grabbed a book from her desk, dove back into bed and gave the overall appearance of a young girl studying before falling asleep.
Jim chose the bathroom because of the need to rid his face of Mandy's fragrant smell. If he was to answer the door to greet somebody, the familiar scent would be a dead giveaway to what his recent activities so obviously were. If it was his wife, he would be forced to kiss her.
When he heard the front door open, he knew that his wife had returned.
"Jim, honey, I'm home!" she shouted.
"I'll be right down!" he shouted back from the bathroom. But before bounding down the stairs, Jim stuck his head into Mandy's room.
"We will find some time to talk tomorrow," her father said and added, "I love you, Mandy."
"I love you, too, Daddy," Mandy whispered, "Goodnight."
"Goodnight, baby."
Chapter Nine
Jim, with the memories of the preceding night and burdened by the coming evening's bizarre encounter with Midge Lesser, went out of his way to make the day as typical as possible. He awoke early as was his routine and prepared the Sunday breakfast, taking great pains to maintain at least an outward appearance of good humor. If it was not for the fact of hearing Barbi's car pull into the driveway the night before, the events of this morning could have been radically different.
When Jim had greeted his wife the previous night, she explained the reason for her early return. It seemed that her father had not suffered a heart attack after all, but only the effects of an overly spicy meal. Though the doctors were convinced that it was nothing serious, they had decided to keep him in the hospital a few days for observation. Since it was not thought to be serious, Barbi's mother prevailed upon Barbi that there was no reason for her to stay.
When his wife finished her explanation, she told Jim that she was very tired after her long drive and could only think of a good night's sleep. Jim was exceedingly grateful; it was becoming very difficult to look Barbi in the eyes. Any further conversation might have proved disastrous. They said goodnight in the living room, with Jim using the excuse of "work to catch up on" and that she should go to bed alone. His wife did not complain.
Now that the entire family was seated around the breakfast table, Jim took notice of how Mandy was handling the situation. He need not have worried. Wherever she had found her new maturity-maybe' he was part of it-Mandy was doing a wonderful job. She did not let herself stare at her father with some lovesick look on her face. Nor was she antagonistic or short with her mother. Mandy was performing perfectly and Jim was realizing that his wife could not possibly suspect that anything was amiss.
Barbi was the first one to say anything that did not correspond with the pleasant small talk that characterized the morning's conversation.
"Jim, did you talk to Mandy about the other night's display at the gymnastics exhibition?"
Jim gave Mandy a quick look and said: "Yes, my dear. I explained to her that she was still a little girl and that she could arouse very adult feelings in some people. I also lectured Midge Lesser on her allowing such a routine to be performed."
"I didn't realize I was doing anything wrong. And from now on, Mom, I promise to choose my routines more carefully," said Mandy, picking up perfectly on her father's lead.
"You had better," her mother said. "Not only did you look like a little tramp, but you embarrassed the both of us in front of that entire audience."
"I think she understands, Barb. It is over and finished. Let's just forget it ever happened," Jim said.
"We might be able to forget it. I just hope everyone ! else will," Barbi said. It was her nature to try to get in the last word on any subject.
Though this time it was Mandy saying: "I'm sorry, Mom and Dad. It will never happen again."
"Oh, before I forget, I have another meeting with Mandy's coach tonight. I hope it does not interfere ; with any plans you might have made," Jim said.
"On a Sunday night? What the hell could be so important that you need another meeting after the other night? And on Sunday night, no less," Barbi asked in a tone of disbelief.
"I know it sounds odd," answered Jim, thinking fast. "But we did not have time the other evening to outline the complete program. After checking our calendars, we realized it would be very difficult to get together until school was out. Unfortunately, the school board wants to have an idea of what we are going to do before the term ends. Have a heart, Barb, it will only be a few hours and it is for the kids. Once we get the program in full swing, it won't interfere with our usual routines."
"Oh Jim, we haven't been together for days. Oh well, I guess Mandy and I will just have to watch the idiot box together," bemoaned Barbi.
Mandy gave Jim a quick glance. He did not want to push his wife too far, but without Mandy there could be no meeting at all. Thankfully, his mind was working well and another plausible lie came rolling off his tongue.
"Barb, I know it seems like we are deserting you, but do you think Mandy could come along with me this evening?"
"But there is school tomorrow, and who knows what time you will be home," said his wife.
"I know, but there is a good reason. Midge Lesser wants Mandy to captain the team next year. She believes if she could give Mandy some of the responsibility of being more than just a participant in the summer program, it would help her immensely in understanding the total aspects of gymnastics. Being at the meeting tonight would be very educational and can only be viewed as a golden opportunity," Jim said, proud of his ability to ad-lib.
"Oh please, Mom. There'll be no problem about me getting up for school in the morning," pleaded Mandy, continuing to play her role.
"Only on one condition, Mandy. You must complete all of your homework and studying, plus have tomorrow's clothes prepared before you leave tonight. Your father and I are going to check. If you are not ready, you are not going. Do you understand?" asked her mother.
"Oh yes, Mom. You have nothing to worry about. As a matter of fact, I will stay in my room all day and do my homework and study and study," cried Mandy as she jumped up from the table and ran to her room.
When they were alone, Jim glanced at his wife and asked: "Now that we got rid of the little urchin for the entire day, what would you like to do?"
"If Mandy did not have to go out tonight and, therefore, not have to stay in her room all day, I would have liked for the two of us to have been able to spend the day in bed. Maybe even try to rewrite the Kama Sutra," Barbi said, giving her husband a sexy leer.
"I could not imagine a more interesting way to while away the day," Jim lied. Actually it was the last thing in the world Jim wanted to do. The truth was that as desirable as his wife was, he knew that he would be unable to ever perform the sex act with her the way he once could. It was over. Since he took Mandy as his lover, many things would have to be different in the future. It was only a matter of time before he would work out the details. Thankfully, with all that was on his mind, he did not have to deal yet with what was sure to be another problem.
In her room, Mandy knew it was going to be almost impossible to concentrate on her studies. She was terribly excited by the prospects of the coming night. It was not that she was looking forward to having sex with her coach, because to her that really was not important. What was important, though, was that she and her father were going to be involved in a conspiracy, a conspiracy that would enable them to hurdle another roadblock standing in the way of their love.
Once the evening was over, she was sure that her father would somehow think of a solution to set them free. Her mother was going to be the most difficult problem to solve. She did not want her mother to be hurt, but if that was the only way, it was just too bad. After last night, nothing and no one else is important.
For what seemed like the thousandth time, her thoughts went back to the night before. How strong and tender he was. The feel of his lips and tongue kissing her was more like a lover and were not at all like the kisses of a father. Mandy remembered the feel and taste of his manly cock and the force of his powerful eruption. And how could she forget, the knowing touch and the way he licked her to the greatest orgasm of her life.
All of these memories that were fixed so indelibly in her mind were physically having their effect. Mandy could feel her juices rising again, moistening her tingling crotch. She was going to have to orgasm again if she was going to be able to get her schoolwork accomplished.
Putting her hands inside her panties, she started to touch her sensitive flesh. With one hand, she pulled apart her puffy outer lips while the other spread her copious lubricant from her tight little asshole to her clit. She imitated the way her father had done it and placed the little finger of one hand knuckle-deep in her puckered anus. With the thumb of the same hand pumping in and out of her pussyhole, the other hand was free to act like her father's tongue, feathering softly over her inflamed love bud.
Orgasm was quick and strong, just like the others she would have the rest of the day as the memories kept invading her mind until it was time for her father-lover and herself to leave for the coach's house.
Somehow, between the frequent demands of her feverish body, she was able to accomplish her studies and prepare herself for school in the morning. Mandy thought the day would never end.
The time was seven-thirty when Jim beckoned Mandy from her bedroom. He found Midge Lesser's address in the telephone book and discovered that it was clear across town. The trip would take almost twenty minutes. Jim knew that there was a possibility that if they arrived late, Midge might blow the whistle. It was better that they leave early to avoid trouble.
Mandy and Jim said goodbye to Barbi and hustled out to the car. Once seated, Jim took a moment to scrutinize his daughter. He was surprised by her appearance of calmness. It was very strange, almost like she was going to see a movie and not to the terrible fate that awaited her. Mandy was dressed casually in skintight blue jeans and a simple blouse-the uniform of choice for today's teenagers.
Jim wished that his own courage rivaled Mandy's. The ugly scenes of gross perversion that were incessantly flashing in his mind were causing him to perspire the sweat of the terrified. His shirt was beginning to show the effects and his skin goose-fleshed from the clammy moisture. Never could he recall being more frightened.
Mandy easily noticed her father's pallid and sickly complexion. She knew he was afraid and, worst of all, was in a position of helplessness, unable to control the events of the night. There was nothing much she could do to alleviate his fears except to display her love and hope he could derive from that enough courage to last him through the evening. She slid across the front seat of the car, grabbed his free arm and hugged it close to her luscious body.
Mandy's open show of affection helped Jim cope a little better. But the drive ended too quickly, and while parking the car in the designated lot of the apartment complex, all his fears returned with even more intensity than before.
"It's going to be all right, Daddy. Don't worry, you'll see. It'll be over before you know it and we'll have this problem out of the way," Mandy said, giving her father's hand a quick squeeze as they approached Midge Lesser's door.
Jim was unable to answer his daughter and could only show her a weak smile of acknowledgment.
As they were about to ring the buzzer, the door opened and the Amazonian figure of Mandy's coach filled the corridor. Nothing in Jim's fantasies prepared him for such a macabre sight. Midge was wearing a see-through black shorty negligee and high-heeled thigh-high black patent leather boots. If Jim was frightened by her appearance, Mandy reacted totally different. She had to look away and suppress a giggle. To Mandy her coach looked so silly, it was funny.
"You did what you were told," Midge said, looking at Jim, "Now you can get your ass out of here and let us girls be alone."
"My father stays or I don "t," responded Mandy before Jim had a chance to open his mouth.
"Well, well, well. Listen to the little girl. You don't have a say, Mandy. I am the one who calls the shots," Midge said.
"We are sorry, Miss Lesser, but we have already discussed it. If Daddy doesn't stay, he is prepared to take the consequences. Goodbye," Mandy shot back, turning from the door.
"Wait," said Midge. She had waited what seemed like years to possess this little girl and there was no way she could let her go, so close to having it happen. "Okay, Mister Claxton. But you have to obey my every command."
"You have my word," answered Jim.
When they entered the apartment, they were again shocked, this time by the decor of the living room that Midge showed them into. It was lighted by two, what looked like to Jim, cinematic spotlights mounted on four-foot poles. They were trained on a black-satin-sheet-covered king-size mattress. The only other furnishings were a small metal file cabinet and a heavy antique rocking chair.
"Mandy, my dear, go sit on the mattress and I will be with you in a moment," Midge said to Mandy before turning to Jim. "It might be amusing after -all, you staying here, Mister Claxton. Every father should have to watch his daughter getting ravished by another woman. But first, before we get to the fun and games, I am going to make myself comfortable and, unfortunately for you, that means I am going to have to make you uncomfortable. Take off your pants."
"This is not necessary, Miss Lesser. Don't humiliate me in front of Mandy," Jim pleaded.
"It has absolutely nothing to do with humiliation, Mister Claxton. My purposes are two-fold: I don't want you running out while I'm in the throes of passion and possibly bringing back a witness; the second reason is for myself. Having caught you once spying on two ladies making love and being so obviously turned on. I wondered if one of those ladies were your daughter, would you have the same reaction?"
"That is disgusting," said Jim. But when he turned to Mandy to see how she was taking this whole thing, she smiled back at her father and nodded her head. His little girl wanted him to go along with Midge's order. Jim decided to go ahead and shed his pants.
"Your underwear, too," commanded Midge.
Jim's eyes pleaded with the lesbian, but finding no compassion in her face, also took them off. Now he stood in the shadows of the room, his sexual equipment exposed. His penis was shriveled by fear.
Midge took his discarded clothing and disappeared from the room.
"Daddy, this will be much better for me. Instead of seeing you only in my mind while Miss Lesser and I are together, you will be right here in the room and I will be able to look at your lovely cock any time I want," Mandy said while Midge was gone from the room.
"Okay, but remember that I love you, no matter what ugly things are going to happen," Jim said.
"I love you, too, Daddy," Mandy told him just before Midge reentered the room.
The Amazonian coach returned and commanded Jim to move the rocking chair to a place about four feet from the mattress, giving him a perfect view of the soon-to-start proceedings. She then went to the file cabinet and removed a pair of very real-looking handcuffs.
"Sit down," she ordered, affixing first one cuff to the arm of the chair and the other to his right wrist.
"I'm not going anyplace," Jim objected.
"I know that, Mister Claxton. This is only to restrain you, if the action gets too intense. We would not want the opportunity of something really sick happening, like maybe incest," Midge explained.
Jim was shocked at the suggestion. Not that it wasn't true, but that she had said it at all. How long do I have to fry in this private hell for eating the forbidden fruit-my Mandy? he wondered.
Midge seemed ready for Mandy now, and Jim wanted to close his eyes. But he knew he had to watch the perverted fantasy that was about to be played out with his daughter as a participant. He loved her and if anything went wrong, he was confident that somehow, some way he would be able to stop it.
"Do you know anything about women making love, Mandy?" Midge asked.
"No," Mandy answered, "but I will do anything you say."
"Oh, that is good. You seem to be much more cooperative than your father. The first thing I want to do is take off some of your clothes. I have been imagining this moment in my mind for the longest time," said Midge, already mesmerized by the young blonde-haired girl.
Midge had led Mandy to the center of the mattress, knelt down and removed her sneakers, throwing them off to the side. She spent a few seconds inspecting and caressing Mandy's feet. When the coach got back to standing in front of Mandy, her hands sought out the buttons of Mandy's blouse. Quickly the garment was off, revealing the little girl's breasts covered by a white training bra.
"Oh, how cute. This is going to be even better than I had imagined," Midge shouted gleefully, "I hope you have on those white cotton panties I love so much."
The lesbian did not wait long to find out. With Mandy standing stock-still, her hands hanging at her sides, she let the coach do all the work. When the designer jeans had been removed, Midge pulled Mandy's panties high on her waist, bringing the cotton fabric tight to the crotch.
The coach stepped back and circled Mandy, stopping at every angle to inspect her prize. When she returned to the spot where she had started, she pulled the short negligee from her own body.
Jim thought the outfit was crazy enough when he saw Midge at the door, but now that she had discarded the flimsy covering, he was stunned. She was now clothed in a cupless leather bra that pushed up and separated her massive breasts. Her tits jutted straight out, supported only at the base of the breasts by the tight constricted harness. The nipples looked like two tiny erect penises engorged with blood trapped in her breasts by the harness. The panties were straight out of a Fredrick's of Hollywood catalog: skimpy bikinis of black silk with the crotch split from the top of her pussy slit to halfway up her ass-crack.
Mandy was made delirious by the absurd garments. If it was not for the stunned expression on her father's face, she would have burst out in uncontrolled laughter. Midge missed her audience's reaction, being totally absorbed in the body of the young girl.
The contrast, thought Jim, was even more pronounced than the sight of the diminutive gymnast, Dawn, and her coach embracing in the shower. This was all light and dark, black and white. The sheets were black as was Midge's attire. The walls and lights were very white, as were the panties and bra of his daughter. The coach had a dark complexion and brown hair while Mandy was light and blonde. The only thing that was comparable to the locker-room sight was the difference in height: Midge with the three-inch heels of her boots was well over six-feet tall, and Mandy in her bare feet was just over five.
"How do you like my outfit, my dear?" asked Midge.
"I have never seen anything like it," answered Mandy, still succeeding in stifling her laughter.
"Lie down, Mandy," instructed Midge.
Mandy obeyed immediately. For the first time she worried about being turned on. She looked at her father and realized that he was not being aroused either. Mandy had hoped that the preliminaries would have been more exciting. It could be very bad for both her father and her if Miss Lesser was disappointed in her response.
Midge followed Mandy to the mattress and stretched out on her side. She rolled Mandy sideways also, bringing their bodies together for the first time. The kiss came next. It was a good kiss as far as kisses went, thought Mandy, but it was not awakening her body. She let Midge force her tongue between her lips and met the oral finger with her own. Every time she thought she was getting into it, something happened to spoil it: first it was the feel of the cold leather boots when her coach ran them over her bare legs: next it was the turgid jutting breasts almost bruising her own chest during Midge's tight embrace. Somehow, Mandy knew she had to start becoming aroused before Midge Lesser realized she was not.
Mandy decided to pull out all the stops. She forced her top leg between those of her coach, therefore pushing her cold crotch tight against Midge's thigh. The skin of her own thigh was now touching the other's sensitive cunt flesh. She felt the stubbly bristles of pubic hair and the hot moisture Midge was already exuding.
Midge broke the kiss and turned her head to Jim, saying: "Oh Mister Claxton, you have a randy little daughter, don't you?"
Jim did not say anything. Mandy's aggressive move had surprised him, as much as it did Midge. He had expected the experienced lesbian to make all the moves. Well, Jim thought, he had trusted Mandy this far, all he could do was figure she had her reasons.
The frictioning of her cunt on her coach's thigh was finally having its intended effect. Now she was free to think of her daddy and let Midge handle the rest.
Midge leaned back from Mandy, but kept their legs locked together. She had already unclasped the training bra and used the added room to remove it. Mandy's tiny tits were quickly covered by mammoth hands. The tiny girl soon realized that Midge knew what she was doing. Where before it had been a conscious effort to turn herself on, the coach's experienced hands were taking control. It feels good, thought Mandy, maybe not as good as when I'm with my father, but plenty good all the same.
"Now I want to get a close-up look at that pretty pussy of yours," the coach said. She turned Mandy on her back, spread her legs and knelt between the wide-open thighs. Midge "oohed" at the way the plumb pubis was outlined by the taut cotton fabric and the stain of lubricant grew steadily larger. Midge could not wait any longer and quickly peeled the panties from her nubile student.
Seeing Mandy's cunt for the first time since the preceding night, Jim knew that he was becoming aroused. Sitting handcuffed to the chair made it impossible for him to hide his awakening erection. There was absolutely nothing he could do. His only hope was that Midge was so involved with his daughter that she would not notice.
For the time being, Midge saw nothing but Mandy's crotch. Never had the coach had such a young girl. The sight of the almost hairless childlike quish gave the appearance of innocence. Midge appreciated that because it was the most satisfying thing to corrupt. She was greatly pleased by her progress for the darker excited flesh was already peeking out from the outer pussy lips.
Knowing that she had plenty of time to work out all of her prurient fantasies, Midge drove her face between Mandy's thighs, thirsting for a taste of young-girl cunt. She did not seem disappointed as the lapping and sucking sounds filled the room.
The feeling of the coach's busy lips and experienced tongue between her legs were drawing Mandy toward her first orgasm of the night. But it was not the coach entirely that was doing the job. Mandy's mind had focused on her father and the couple of experiences they had had already. And if that was not enough to keep her excited, all she had to do was turn her head slightly to see her father in the flesh.
When Mandy did look to her father, she saw that he was now sporting an impressive-looking hard-on. I know it belongs to me, she told herself. She caught his eye and smiled. Mandy realized how tough it must be on him when he could only return a weak smile of his own. She dropped her glance to her father's lap and caught his eye again. This time, instead of smiling, she sensuously ran her tongue along her lips and gave him a conspiratorial wink. This time Jim's face relaxed in a more natural smile.
Midge had Mandy's clit gently between her teeth and was whipping it with her tongue. If it was not for the strength of her coach, the little girl's wildly bucking hips would have removed Midge from her target. Mandy was feeling the spasms begin to start deep inside her groin.
"Oh yes, Oh yes, I'm coming, I'm commm-" Mandy never finished what she was saying because of the long high-pitched moan that signaled her orgasm's arrival.
Midge arose from Mandy's crotch with her face awash in the little girl's love juices. The fever and ecstasy that Mandy had exhibited the last few minutes were contagious and now her own needs wanted tending. While she waited for the youthful girl to recover, her own hands tried to soothe her burning twat.
Jim was trembling. It was no longer fear but the erotic sight of his daughter's come. The temptation to pump his cock was very strong, but he was afraid that Midge might see his frenzied movements. It was better that she keep her mind on Mandy and not on him. This way, the lesbian would not take out the venom she had for him on his little girl. Jim's thoughts, though, were quickly dashed by Midge's next command.
"Okay, Mandy, you have had enough time to recover, now it is my turn," Midge was saying, "Get your little ass over here and treat my woman's body nice. You can start by sucking on my tits."
"Yes, Ma'am," Mandy replied, getting up off her back and crawling to her coach. The harnessed breasts were pointing straight in the air, giving them the appearance of two tapered mountains, side by side. The inexperienced girl had never seen anything like them. When she touched them, she was surprised by how hard they were, almost like they were made of wood.
Never really having made love to a woman before, she could only imitate what her gym coach had done to her and do the same things that would feel good if they were done to her own tiny tits. Mandy started cautiously, licking and kissing the blood-engorged flesh. She continued until she reached the weird elongated nipples. Her coach was obviously responding and Mandy figured the best way to proceed was to experiment with the nipples and emphasize the things that increased Miss Lesser's breathing.
Mandy started by alternating kissing the two nipples and running her tongue around and over the pencil-like protuberances. She was glad that it was having the intended effect. But it was when she sucked the nipples deep inside her mouth and lathered them with her tongue that she knew she found what her coach wanted.
It was then, when Midge grabbed Mandy's hand and guided it to her smoldering sex, that the little girl began to feel confident. She knew intimately how her own pussy worked. She knew where the most sensitive places were and how they enjoyed to be touched. At first she only explored, letting her hand gently caress the hairy genitals. The size of the opened vagina startled her at first before she remembered that the coach was much older than she or her friend Holley. The lips were more fleshy and loose and the size of the clitoris was astounding to the inexperienced young girl.
Mandy wanted to see what it looked like up-close. She was finding no pleasure in what she was doing, she was only curious. So that when Miss Lesser moaned that she needed her cunt eaten, Mandy was ready to continue with her education.
Jim watched as his daughter obeyed Midge and nestled her head between the older woman's thighs. He was disgusted by what Mandy was obliged to do. If it was not for the position of the participants-Mandy on her knees, head lowered to her task with her buttocks spread and facing him-he would not be watching at all. But this was his daughter, and the one sight he could never get enough of was the picture of his Mandy intimately exposed for only him. Her asshole was perfectly round and innocently puckered, her virgin cunt-at least he thought it was virgin- showing the signs of her recent orgasm. It was puffy and pure, slightly opened by her position and still glistening from the lubricant, now slowly drying. For the first time, he touched his sex and dreamed of having Mandy all to himself.
Mandy was trying to get used to the strong pungent odor coming from the coach's crotch. It was so different from her own, she thought, hers is sweet compared to this. She hoped that it was going to taste better than it smelled.
Mandy began kissing and licking the insides of Miss Lesser's thighs, working her way to the legs of the ridiculous panties. She had no idea what they were good for, since they didn't even cover what one wanted covered or did they warm the places that needed warmth. It's crazy, she thought, the bra did not work like any bra she ever saw and the panties did not do anything. Mandy made a mental note to ask her father why Midge was dressed the way she was.
When Mandy's tongue finally reached Midge's sexual center, she was pleased that the taste was not as bad as the smell. It was salty, not unlike the way ocean water tasted. The only difference, it seemed to Mandy, was the thick slick consistency.
Mandy used her hands to completely expose the dark pink meat, pulling the outer lips apart and attacking the inside of those same labia with tender sucking kisses. The coach's fingers were now woven tightly into Mandy's hair, imprisoning the pleasure-giving mouth.
Her nostrils were now accustomed to her coach's odor and there was no problem in continuing the act of bringing her lesbian partner off. Mandy's tongue, by Midge's obvious reaction, was bringing her closer to that very moment. At first the tongue had concentrated on caressing the entire fevered area, but now it worked solely on the swollen clit. Mandy was showing how well she understood her own body and was on the verge of giving the coach her best orgasm in years.
Though she was having trouble keeping her mouth on the target due to Midge's hips gyrating out of control, she still somehow was able to maintain the contact of flicking tongue against bursting clit. The spasms of orgasm were now starting to claim her coach. Because the little girl was trapped by the thighs and hands of the Amazon, she was forced to endure the wild and frenzied ride of Midge's release. At one point she was afraid that her skull would be crushed by her coach's powerful thighs.
Mandy was immensely gratified when Midge's convulsing body had finally quieted. The supreme effort that it took to stay with the bucking woman left her as exhausted as the recipient of the strange love-making. Once released from her coach's death grip, she rolled on her back and rested.
Jim had also been busy. The sight of his daughter's exposed crotch and the friction of his free hand on his blood-engorged cock had quickly brought him to an unfulfilling but very much needed jerk-off. His actions had thankfully gone unnoticed because of the selfish needs of the lesbian and the proof of his orgasm were well hidden by the shadows.
He hoped that it was over. Midge had successfully seduced and corrupted his little girl. She had had her Mandy-induced orgasm. And she had embarrassed and demeaned him in the sight of his daughter. What more could she want! he asked himself.
"Okay, Miss Lesser," Jim said to the recovering lesbian. "You have had your fun. Mandy and I have kept our part of the bargain and now it is up to you to keep your part."
"Why, Mister Claxton," answered Midge, still comfortably resting on the mattress, "it is only the shank of the evening. You cannot possibly expect us to break up the party when we are having so much fun! I am sure our resting Mandy has a few more orgasms to give and I know I do. So why not just sit back and enjoy the show. As a matter of fact, I see no harm in you playing with your manly organ while we play with each other. It would be a swell education for our little Mandy."
Jim was too angry to answer the bitch. He also knew if he said anything he would probably further jeopardize their already intolerable position. His eyes turned to his daughter instead.
"Don't worry, Daddy," Mandy said, seeing the fear in her father's face, "I'm enjoying this and Miss Lesser isn't hurting me or anything."
If his Mandy had not winked, Jim would have believed her last statement. It was amazing, he thought, he had totally lost control of a situation, while his little girl had picked up the reins and was insuring that her coach think that she was having an effect on her. Jim was proud, but that was not enough to alleviate the gripping fright.
Chapter Ten
"Now it is time to get back to the subject of pleasure," Midge said. "Somebody once wrote that: 'Pleasure is pain and pain is pleasure.' Tonight would seem to me an excellent time to discover if that theory holds any water. And what better subject can we have than a little girl on the doorstep of womanhood. I really-"
Jim quickly interrupted: "You said nothing about pain. I won't have it. We will leave right now and you can do anything you want. I do not care if you shout it from the doorstep or call the police. Before I will allow your sadistic hands to hurt my daughter, I will kill you."
"Oh, Mister Claxton, you are taking what I said too literally. The last thing in the world I want to do is hurt this poor, innocent little girl," Midge said in a placating voice. "Just so you won't have to worry: anytime that Mandy says to stop, I will stop. Do you understand, Mandy?"
"No problem," answered Mandy, again winking an okay to her father.
Once more, he would have to trust Mandy. Jim knew that being handcuffed to the chair took away whatever physical advantage he might have held over the athletic woman. If things were to go badly for his daughter, it would take a superhuman effort on his part to effect any kind of rescue. Jim prayed that he would not be needed.
Midge went to the gray file cabinet where she had gotten the handcuffs and removed a well-filled paper bag. The first item she withdrew from the bag was a long leather strap with a soft buckled cuff on either end. One side was quickly buckled to Mandy's right wrist. Midge then walked around one of the light stanchions, running the strap on top of a carrying hook attached to the pole and securing the right ankle with the other cuff. This not only restrained the right side of Mandy's body but because of the height of the strapping attached to the pole, both the little girl's arm and leg were pulled outward and upward. When Midge took another one from the bag and did the exact same thing to the left side of her body, it had the effect of tilting and exposing Mandy's entire crotch from asshole to pussy.
The coach checked with Mandy to make sure she was comfortable and her father was greatly surprised when his daughter nodded her head in agreement. Jim did not like the fact that his Mandy was totally helpless. She would be unable to fight off or protect herself if things got rough. The one redeeming factor in Mandy's position was the view that it afforded her father. He was front-row center, and it was becoming more and more difficult to continue to check his little girl's face for the first sign of pain when Mandy's nubile charms filled his field of vision.
The next objects that were pulled from the bag were totally unfamiliar to Mandy. Though the shapes of a couple of them were obviously replicas of the male penis, she had no idea what they could possibly be used for. Only when she saw the look on her father's face did she grasp the meaning. Mandy thankfully remembered the conversations with Holley about the vagina accepting any size cock and she also remembered the length and thickness of her father's erect organ. The size of the dildos had nothing on Jim Claxton. Mandy knew that if she could not handle these plastic cocks, she would never be able to take on her father.
"Mandy, my dear, what I am holding in my hand is called a vibrator," Midge said, showing the little girl an eight-inch tapered instrument. It was cylindrical, but did not look like a cock because of the absence of a bulbous head. "This is going to wake up your body again and won't hurt at all."
Mandy had heard about such objects during locker-room talk, but this was the first time she had seen one. The girls said that it was a convenient substitute for women who could not get a man. Knowing this, Mandy was not surprised that Miss Lesser owned one.
Midge thumbed the switch to the on position. A very faint buzz was the only sound it made. She started on the sides of Mandy's throat and worked it steadily down the length of her body.
It's really quite pleasant and relaxing, thought Mandy. But it was not until the coach began using it on her breasts that the full potential of such an instrument became evident to the little girl. As it was being moved closer and closer to her nipples, the faint but familiar waves started to roll toward her crotch.
Once the coach had finished giving Mandy's tiny boobs their due, she did not waste time in bringing the vibrator to bear on the young girl's warming genitals. Midge used the mechanical pleasure-giver like an expert. She played it along the puffy lips and occasionally brought it down to Mandy's sweet anus. When she reached the puckered little hole, she allowed the tip to relax against it until the hungry little eye would open up in an invitation to be filled. The lesbian used it the same way at the entrance to her student's steamy love cavern until the strong vaginal muscles began spasming on their own. The area around the clitoris, though, was where the vibrator had its most profound effect. If kept there for more than a matter of minutes, it would achieve its intended purpose and cause a rather intense orgasm.
The feelings that the gymnast was experiencing were new, but yet still familiar. Mandy was beginning to understand more and more about how her body functioned during sex, whether it was with somebody or alone. But the intensity of the vibrator was entirely new. It almost seemed like the instrument was sucking the orgasm right out of her. At this point, she was undecided on whether she liked it or not.
The scene before him was having a similar effect on Jim. His heart went out to his daughter straining against her bonds, but at the same time he was more than a little turned on by the events taking place on the mattress. He saw the love juice spill from Mandy's cunt and wash down her crotch until some of it pooled in the dimple of her asshole while the rest was absorbed by the sheet. He watched as her most sensitive flesh became swollen by the blood being brought there through the efforts of the vibrating plastic. The sight was a most beautiful one because it was the one he desired from the moment he stepped into his daughter's bedroom the night of the school-board meeting.
Mandy's eyes were fixed on her father's great hard cock, but her mind was between her own legs. Her whole crotch area was inflamed and demanding satisfaction. But each time Miss Lesser was about to bring her off, she would move the vibrator and concentrate on a new spot. Now she thought she understood what her coach meant by the mysterious quote of "pleasure and pain." So it was mixed feelings of regret and gratitude that Mandy had to deal with when the older woman turned off the plastic machine. She needed to orgasm, but Miss Lesser obviously had other ideas.
"Ah, Mister Claxton, by your physical stature I can see that you are finally getting into this evening's proceedings," Midge said, startling him back to the reality of the moment.
He was too embarrassed to speak and just sat there cowering behind his hard-on. Midge, this time, spoke to Mandy.
"Well, what do you think of your brave daddy now? Here he is watching his little daughter being ravished and all he can do is answer with his manly prick. Now you know why I like women. They cannot hide behind their cocks."
"Whatever my father does is okay by me," answered Mandy with childhood innocence. "If he is excited by what is going on, how could I blame him? I am pretty excited myself. Could we please go back to what we were doing?"
"In a minute, my dear. The only reason I stopped was to show you the kind of man your father is. He gets off on his own daughter. Maybe the seduction of little girls by a woman is wrong, but incest is disgusting. Do you know, Mandy, that right now if I let him loose, he would try to fill up your beautiful cunt with his evil prick?" Midge said with disdain.
Mandy did not say anything, but she wanted to tell her that she could not think of a more fantastic happening than letting her father do just that.
"Okay, Mandy," Midge said, now ignoring Jim, "we will get back to the vibrator later. Now I have something here I think you will find most interesting. It is called a butt plug. This device does exactly what the name implies: it plugs the butt."
It looked like a larger version of a baby's nippled pacifier, right down to the ring at the end. It was clear to Mandy, though, that instead of the rubber nipple being soft and pliable, this one was hard and rigid. Thankfully, thought the little girl, the girth was not that much larger than the finger her father had used on her the night before.
Midge Lesser began lubricating the plug with Mandy's vaginal juices. She ran it along the slit, further arousing the young student, before inserting it to the hilt in the well-oiled, tightly-gripping cuntal chasm. The coach commenced to pump it in and out a few times to guarantee that it was slick enough to slide into the smaller, more-muscled hole.
Mandy had once again lost all interest in anything except for the feelings the Amazonian coach was stirring between her legs. The sensation of the device being driven in and out of her pussy was one that she would gladly experience for hours. She again was filled with a certain amount of sadness when the plug was withdrawn and placed flush against her nether hole.
Patience was the key, Midge knew, in burying butt plugs in virgin assholes. Now that it was smeared with the tiny girl's natural lubricant, she began stimulating the orifice with the rubber tip until it relaxed and winked in invitation. It did not take long before just that became the case. And with the end already sunk, it was only a matter of moments and a certain amount of expert twisting and turning on the coach's part until the plug was totally imbedded in Mandy's gripping anus.
At first, Mandy was uncomfortable with the fullness she felt. If it was not for the fact that her coach allowed her a few seconds to get used to the strange sensation, she was sure that her sexual desires would have waned and possibly incur the wrath of the older woman. But now that she had had time to relax, Mandy realized that it was a rather pleasant feeling inside her delectable rectum.
Jim was awe-struck by the sight. He was not sure if his Mandy was experiencing any pain, but he had to admit that the sight of her pretty pink hole stretched to accommodate the rubber device, was having a tremendous effect on him. No longer could he keep his hands off his bulging hard-on. The need to pump the seed from his body was too overwhelming, and if Mandy was suffering some discomfort she would just have to understand that he was only seeking relief from his own discomfort.
A large black dildo was next on Midge's list. There was no reason at all to explain to the little girl the purpose of this object. With one hand, she spread Mandy's cuntal opening as wide as she could while the other hand guided , the large rubber implement to the entrance of the teenager's empty slot. Again, the coach used patience in inserting the foreign object. She lubed it well and, with a gradual pressure, worked past the constricting outer vaginal muscles. Once the dildo cleared the opening, Midge began using a slow fucking rhythm-short slow strokes-to seat the weapon in the pelvic depths of the little girl.
Now, for the first time, Mandy was experiencing real pain. The butt plug in her ass and the oversized dildo felt like they were splitting her open. The small piece of tissue that separated the rectum from her vaginal canal was being stretched to the limit. If her hands were free, she would gladly fight her lesbian tormentor. But she vowed to herself, after considering her position, that it was better to remain silent and not antagonize the sadistic woman. It was very difficult not to cry out for mercy. Thankfully, it was the picture of her father furiously pulling on his prick that allowed her to take her mind off the pain. The amazing result, though, was that she again was feeling her pained flesh soothe and awaken in sexual arousal. Mandy started to imagine that it was her father's finger and prick that had invaded her. And, she knew that her daddy would not hurt her.
Midge was surprised by the youthful girl's capacity to accept the two sexual devices with so little outward show of pain or any kind of emotion, for that matter. She wanted to hurt Mandy somewhat; it was part of Midge's sexual need. Not so far that she destroyed or injured permanently, but just enough that the other party realized who was calling the shots and rendered the respect that was due. With her silent stoicism, Mandy would only be making it harder on herself.
The need to orgasm was becoming very important to Mandy. The intermingled feelings of pain and pleasure and the sight of her masturbating father were leaving her in a physical limbo. So it was with much relief that the sound of the vibrator being switched on might signal the end of her yearning.
Midge Lesser did not give Mandy's body total attention with the vibrating plastic this time. She placed it directly against her student's exposed pink pleasure bud. Instead of moving it every time Mandy was about to come, she kept it locked in place. The coach's other hand began fucking the large dildo in and almost out of her tasty pussy hole.
It was just what Mandy needed. She could feel the start of her orgasm almost immediately. Her climax promised a never-before-felt intensity because her spasming rectal and vaginal muscles would be biting down on the implanted devices. Mandy was deaf to her own cries of release and blind to her father's semen shooting from his purple manhood. For the first time, the little girl blacked out from the sheer force of her coming.
When Mandy regained consciousness, the initial thing she became aware of was that she was heading for a second orgasm. Midge Lesser had not removed the vibrator from the teenager's clit or stopped the pumping of the dildo. The restraints on her hands and feet were the only reason that the convulsing girl remained fixed in her exposed position.
Mandy did not lose consciousness this time. Her body-would not allow it. Wave after wave of genital joy was washing over her nerve endings. It feels terrific, she thought, but enough is enough.
Her coach, though, had other ideas and continued to vibrate the young girl's clitoris.
The third and fourth orgasms followed quickly. The spasms were like machine-gun bursts, never letting Mandy recover from the preceding orgasm. Her mind was bursting in dazzling colors as her body exploded with passion.
"Oh please stop, I can't take anymore. Oh God, please," Mandy cried.
"Stop it, you crazy cunt! You will kill her or drive her insane!" Jim shouted at Midge. Unfortunately, he could see that his plea was falling on deaf ears.
After jacking his cock to the sight of his daughter being pleasured by the older woman, he had closed his eyes and relaxed, oblivious of the ongoing scene. But when he did notice what was happening, he realized the danger to Mandy. For what seemed like the thousandth time, he cursed his helpless predicament. This, though, was worse than any time before because now his Mandy was truly in perilous trouble.
The picture of his loving daughter being orgasmically tortured by the crazy lesbian bitch would forever stay in his memory: her body convulsing out of control, her tongue spasmodically licking at dry lips and the pretty face through flying blonde hair grimaced in pain and fear. Jim Claxton tearfully sobbed in his utter helplessness.
If it were not for the superb condition-probably due to her love of athletics-of Mandy's body, her heart would have burst. The strain of experiencing so many orgasms in so short a time would have killed her. No, there would be a good chance that the body would survive. The important question was whether her mind would.
Never before had Midge let her sadistic desires get so out of control. With the vibrator still working on the young girl's supersensitive clit and her own hand feverishly playing with her own, she never considered the possibility of grave harm coming to the defenseless Mandy.
The little gymnast, on the other hand, was not conscious of anything but the terrible pain and pleasure that was focused between her legs. The orgasms could no longer be felt as individual ones spaced moments apart, but one long roaring intense eruption that made no promise of ever stopping.
Midge Lesser was on the verge of her own come. She was not aware that Jim had approached the end of his sanity. So when the heavy rocking-chair runner crashed down on the back of her head, she never knew what happened or felt any pain.
Mandy's father was no longer able to deal with the horrible events taking place on the mattress. He stood up and, with the strength of the insane, grabbed both arms of the sturdy oaken chair, lifted it high over his face and brought it down hard on the head of his daughter's tormentor. The plastic vibrating machine was finally uncoupled from the clitoral target, and Mandy's frenzied body relaxed into welcome unconsciousness.
Jim, who was still attached to the chair, leaned over the two prone bodies and rifled the gray file cabinet in search of the key to the handcuffs. He found a key ring with many keys, but it was a few minutes before his shaking hands calmed enough to allow him to try one at a time. It seemed like hours to Jim until the cuff fell from his wrist. He finally was able to bring his full attention to bear on his little girl.
Mandy, of course, was still locked in her spread-eagle position by the leather restraints. Jim, though, went first to his daughter's crotch and, slowly and with the utmost tenderness, began removing the implements still lodged inside her body. When they were out, he inspected the angry-looking bruised flesh of Mandy's cunt and ass. He wished that it was possible to kiss away the pain his daughter was sure to feel when she awakened. Instead, he released her from the leather straps and gathered her into his trembling arms.
The sight of his unconscious daughter and the memories of the last few hours brought tears again to his eyes. He should never have allowed Mandy to take part in this horrible sordid episode. The scars that his Mandy received tonight, whether on her body or in her mind, would forever be there because of the incestuous lust he could not control. The familiar song, "You Always Hurt The One You Love," came to Jim and he had to agree to its ironical truth. Somehow, some way, he promised himself, he would live the rest of his days trying to guarantee Mandy's happiness. This was before he noticed the still body of Midge Lesser.
Jim Claxton had been totally absorbed in Mandy and failed to notice or think about the lesbian coach. But now, when he did look over to the motionless woman, he began to realize that this Sunday-night adventure might just be starting. It would not take a coroner to see the obvious. Midge Lesser was dead. The effect of the chair on her head had crushed her skull and snuffed out the life of the wicked woman.
Guilt was not one of the emotions Jim felt as he gazed at her bloody head. If she had been allowed to continue the torture of his little girl, the damage could have been just as final. No, it was not remorse that he felt but numbing shocking fear.
There was no way he could call in the authorities without offering a credible explanation. Jim could see that to tell the police the truth about what was going on this evening would be out of the question. The bizarre publicity alone would destroy both Mandy and him. Their salvation was definitely not rooted in the truth. The only answer that came to his mind was to get his daughter conscious and remove all signs that they were there. Once they were gone from the dead bitch lesbian's apartment, he hoped that a solution would surface.
Chapter Eleven
Mandy was watching the lights and neon signs flash by. She was in the car with her daddy. None of the signs or the road looked very familiar. They had now been driving for a couple of hours in silence. Her father was trying to think.
She thought about the last minutes they had spent at Miss Lesser's apartment. It was the lukewarm water soothing her sex that brought her around. Her daddy was sponging her all over and whispering softly how much he loved her and how sorry he was. Mandy put her arms on each side of his face and tried to kiss away his tears. It was a few minutes before she noticed that she was in a strange bathtub and remembered the events of the previous hours.
When her father finally got control of his emotions, he explained the horrible predicament they were confronted with: Miss Lesser dead and incriminating evidence pointing out who was responsible. For the first time since she yearned for a physical relationship with her father, she was frightened about their future. Now, because of the ugly turn of events, there might not be any future together at all.
Jim left Mandy in the tub and disappeared from the bathroom. The little girl finished bathing, got dressed and joined her father in the living room. Using a handkerchief and a washcloth, they began removing any and, hopefully, all signs that they had been there. Mandy concentrated on removing all the fingerprints from the objects and places they might have touched, taking great pains not to add others. Jim cleaned up his spilled semen, knowing that the police could match blood types. It was only when they were sure that they did everything that they could think of to remove incriminating evidence that they left the setting of their terrifying evening.
Her father continued the drive to nowhere. Mandy was glad that there was silence. It also gave her time to think. What had happened, happened. Nothing could bring back her coach, or could the events of that night be changed. She had grave doubts that they could ever live together the way she had dreamed. There were too many loose ends that would throw suspicion on them. And, if the truth ever became known, her father would probably be forever separated from her.
He was her life. Mandy knew that she could never live without him. If she was not so sore from Miss Lesser's sadistic sex, she would demand that her father pull the car off the road and fuck her until they fell exhausted into each other's arms. Well, Mandy thought, maybe there won't be a future for us, but nobody could stop us from having the present.
"Mandy," Jim said, interrupting her thoughts, "two people know for sure that we were going to see Miss Lesser tonight, your mother and Dawn McGregor. Your mother would never understand what happened or ever be able to forgive us. As soon as the McGregor girl found out that her coach was dead, she would put two and two together and implicate us. If not both of us, definitely me."
"Can we do anything, Daddy?" Mandy asked, praying that he did have a solution.
"Yes, Mandy, something can be done. But it will be me who is going to do it. I love you too much to ruin your life. So I am going to go to the police and tell them, 'I killed Midge Lesser in a rage when I found out that she made homosexual advances toward you.' They will have to believe me and with your and Dawn McGregor's testimony of Midge's corrupt personality, they probably would not send me to jail for very long. The community would treat me like a hero, ridding the world and their school district of such perversion. Your mother could sell the business and you and she could live quite comfortably."
"Yes, Daddy," said Mandy very calmly, "that is a solution. But if you go ahead and do it, I'll kill myself. There's no way that I would want to live without you."
Jim stopped the car and turned to his daughter. Mandy was facing him, showing the most determined expression he had ever seen on his only child.
"You can't mean that, Mandy," he stated. "You are much too young to get into this kind of trouble or end your life. Listen to me. We have found something that very few people ever know: a love that goes much further than the love between a father and daughter. It goes even further than what ordinary lovers have. Let us always remember the precious moments we shared, but also understand the reality of what your statement implies."
"I understand exactly what my statement meant. It is because of what we found that I know I would rather not live if it was taken away. Oh Daddy, don't you see? We have to find a better answer," Mandy said, finally letting the emotion get to her and bursting into tears. She crawled across the seat and into the arms of her father.
"Oh Mandy, Mandy," Jim cooed in his little girl's ear. "We have no choice. It must not have been meant to be from the start. The fates would not allow it. We gave it a try, Honey. We gave it-" Now Jim was also crying.
"No!" Mandy shouted, tearing herself from her father's arms. "I'll kill myself. I will. I will. I swear to God that that's what I'm going to do if you go to the police."
Jim could not help but believe his hysterical little girl. Mandy would kill herself. He had no doubts. There was nothing else that he could think of that would keep them safe from what was sure to follow on the heels of that terrible night, He had tried to work out the problem with logic and now realized, because of Mandy, that it was impossible. Emotion was the answer. Somehow, he and his daughter were going to have to live the remaining hours or days they had left together, immersed in the emotion of the present. It was impossible to think how he would feel if Mandy killed herself while he was locked away in prison. If that was the case, he would not want to go on living.
They would run. When the law caught up with them, they would at best share the consequences of their decision. And if by some remote chance they were able to get away and blend in to the woodwork of some anonymous city, they just might be able to live happily ever after.
"Okay, Mandy my dear. We will do it your way. We will make a run for it and hope we get away. The only thing is we won't be able to travel tonight. Your mother would get worried if we didn't come home. As a matter of fact, she might be worrying already. It would not be good for us if she went to the police tonight. Once Miss Lesser's body is discovered sometime tomorrow, the cops are bound to figure there might be some connection. It would be better to leave early in the morning. Not only will we be able to throw off suspicion, but also collect some money and clothes. We can give your mother an excuse why we will be very late arriving home tomorrow night, and that would give us better than sixteen hours of driving and possibly even some flying. We could be half-way around the world before they will even think we are gone. How does that sound, my pretty little baby?" Jim said, quite proud of his quick thinking.
"It's a perfect plan, Daddy. I just know everything will be okay. I just know it," said Mandy, sighing with relief.
"Okay. The first thing we have to do is get ourselves home. We don't want your mother to blow the whistle on us tonight. If she is still up, tell her that the meeting lasted a lot longer than we thought, and when it was over we were so hungry that we had to stop for a bite to eat. Okay?" Jim asked.
"Got it," Mandy answered, enjoying the prospects of sharing their plan.
"Second thing," Jim continued. "When you get home, only pack the things that your mother won't notice are missing. And thirdly, put some soothing ointment on your wounds because I don't know how long I can stay away from you."
"I love you, Daddy. I love you so much," Mandy gleefully shouted.
Jim was ready to join in with his own happy shout when he remembered that he forgot to figure a very important link in his getaway puzzle. What the hell was he going to do about Dawn McGregor? He did not want to kill her. Though he had already killed tonight, he got no enjoyment from it. True, there was no guilt, but if he was to kill the little gymnast, he was sure that it would be something that he would find difficult to have on his conscience. It was better not to tell Mandy about this now. He did not want to spoil her dreams for at least the night. The following morning would be soon enough. And perhaps he just might find a solution.
They arrived home well after midnight and were not confronted by Barbi.
"One last thing," Jim whispered to Mandy in the foyer before they would separate for, hopefully, the last night of their lives, "set your alarm for five forty-five. We will leave at six. I won't wake your mother. I will just leave her a note telling her not to expect us until after midnight. Okay?"
Jim's answer came in the form of Mandy's lips pressed tightly against his own. The kiss was just strong enough to suggest what Mandy had in store for the life they were going to lead together. There were no complaints from Jim, only the hope that he could do something about Dawn McGregor.
The next morning arrived quickly. With sleep-fogged brains, Mandy and Jim stumbled through the plans that were made the previous night. Somehow they accomplished what had to be done without disturbing Barbara Claxton. Jim left the note that was agreed upon, and they both stole out of the house at six in the morning.
Jim had bittersweet feelings about not saying goodbye to the wife he loved for these many years. She had always been good to him and, as long as he explained the reasons why he did things, his Barbi never complained. Now he could not take the chance to explain anything. His wife would be out of his life forever.
The best result of returning home late was that Barbi had already retired to bed when he climbed in next to her for the last time. Thankfully, his mind was focused on the morning's escape and did not linger on their final separation.
Mandy, on the other hand, was caught up in the excitement of the adventure. She hardly gave a thought to never seeing her mother again. It was not that she had no love for her, but more like the love she had for her father was too all-consuming. Even the soreness of her ravished crotch had no effect on her single-purpose desire to escape and live forever with her daddy.
They were now together on their way to fulfilling the first part of their plan. Nobody said anything as Jim drove to his plant. He was still trying to formulate an idea that would neutralize Dawn McGregor, and Mandy was too absorbed in fantasizing about the future.
At the plant, the little girl remained in the car. Jim did not want the security guard to notice that he had his daughter with him. The less anybody knew about their business, the better off they would be.
When he reached the office, the first thing he did was to write a note to his secretary, explaining that he would not be in that day. He also added that he would be out of touch. If any emergencies should come up, it would be best to let his very competent general manager handle them. Jim finished the note by saying that he would return in a day or two.
Jim Claxton was an astute business man. He understood how business in the greedy capitalist world was handled. Bribes and under-the-table payoffs were accepted forms of dealing. For this reason Jim kept a large amount of small-denomination and untraceable bills locked in his safe. Once the safe was opened, Jim was overjoyed to find the total was a little over fifty-thousand dollars-more than enough to make good their escape and comfortably settle them at their new destination. He stuffed the money into a leather briefcase, packed an extra suit, shaving equipment in a traveling bag and then took one last look around the plant that he'd started from scratch. It made him a bit sad that his supreme effort would come to naught. Claxton Electronics would find its way to the auction block, and his wife would wind up as the chief beneficiary of close to a million dollars. Yes, it was sad for the business. But he was glad for his wife. She deserved everything that was coming her way.
He rejoined Mandy in the car and they proceeded to the next stop. It seemed that when the students were marked absent from high school, the nurse would call their homes to find out the reason they weren't in school. Mandy, knowing the procedure, came up with an answer so her mother would not be called. Her father would write a note explaining that Mandy would be absent because of family business, and her friend Holley would deliver it to her homeroom teacher.
They arrived at her friend's house and Mandy jumped out of the car. Holley answered the door.
"Hi, Holley," Mandy said, fighting back the tears. "Could you give this note to Missus Rodgers? I'm not going to be in school today."
"Sure, Mandy," answered her friend. "What's going on?"
"Oh, nothing. I'm just going to be away today and I figured the best way to go about it was to give you the note in advance," she said, afraid that she would not be able to hold back the tears any longer. She realized Holley was going to be the only person she was going to truly miss. Mandy grabbed her friend, pulling her close, and hugged her for the last time.
"See you, Holley," she croaked, ending the embrace and running back to her father, who was waiting in the car.
Jim saw the exchange and felt bad for his little girl. The life they were about to embark upon was going to be much different than that of a normal teenager. He prayed that what they were doing would turn out all right. But the doubts were already starting to form.
"Can we leave now, Daddy?" cried Mandy.
"In a few minutes, baby. First we have to talk with your gymnastics teammate," Jim answered.
"Oh wow, I forgot all about her. What are we going to do?" she asked.
"Talk to her, I guess. I am hoping that she is as greedy about money as she is about sex. I have enough that I could make her a very rich little girl if she keeps her big mouth shut."
"I think she'll take the money, Daddy," Mandy replied. "She's always saying that if she had money of her own, she wouldn't go to college. She said she would go to Hollywood instead."
"I hope you are right, Mandy. Because she is the only one who can stop us today," he said.
"Oh, Daddy, I know I'm right," Mandy said. Unfortunately, it came out sounding more like a prayer.
"Do you know where she lives? We have to find her before she leaves for school. I don't want to have to knock on her door. It is best if we can get her once she leaves the house," Jim said.
"We're on her street now," Mandy answered. "Her house is about two blocks down."
Jim parked the car in front of a vacant lot and watched for the little girl to leave for school. If money doesn't buy her silence, he thought, there's no use in continuing our plan of escape. He would not tell Mandy what he had in mind until he pulled up into the police-precinct parking lot. He then would tell his story only after Mandy was promised psychiatric help. Jim hoped it would not come to that. The only alternative was to kill again. He ruled that out immediately. As far as he was concerned Midge Lesser's death was unavoidable. She was torturing his daughter. Dawn McGregor would have to be murdered, and Jim knew he could not do it.
"There she is," called Mandy, spotting Dawn leaving her house.
Jim pulled up in the driveway, blocking Dawn's entrance to the street. He told Mandy not to say anything, that he would do all the talking. Mandy agreed with just the slightest nod of her head.
The McGregor girl recognized Jim immediately, and her face broke into a wide grin.
"Why Mister Claxton, you're back already to take me up on my offer," Dawn said before she noticed Mandy sitting in the passenger seat. "Oh, I see you have Mandy with you. Does that mean you want to make it a family affair?"
"Listen, Dawn," Jim said in an aggravated tone, "I just want to talk to you for a minute. Please?"
"Okay, Mister Claxton, you can come into the house. Nobody's home," replied Dawn as she turned and walked back to the entrance of the house.
Jim turned to Mandy and said: "I'll be right back, but don't worry if it takes a few minutes. Trust me." He grabbed the leather briefcase and followed the tiny gymnast into her house.
Dawn pointed toward the sofa and Jim sat down. The living room was small like the rest of the house and seemed to be more of a showpiece for Dawn's trophies than a room.
"I want to tell you a story," he began, "but I want to finish before you say anything. Believe me. I will make it very worthwhile for you if you hear me out. Okay?"
"Just your being here is worthwhile, Mister Claxton," Dawn answered as she stroked her cunt through her jeans.
"Last night, as you know, we had an appointment with your gym coach, Midge Lesser. Against my better judgment I brought my daughter along. Mandy wanted to see me get out of a jam and insisted on coming. I was wrong in showing up. I should have just dealt with the consequences, but I didn't. Anyway, once we got there, I could not talk Miss Lesser out of going ahead with her sickening business. Everything went along fine until she started torturing my daughter." Jim paused before continuing. "Midge Lesser is dead."
Dawn was shocked and didn't say anything.
"It was an accident. I didn't mean to hurt her; I only wanted to stop what she was doing. I went too far and she died," Jim said, recalling the horrible details.
"Oh wow," Dawn exclaimed, finally finding her tongue. "How does that affect me?"
"You are the only one who knew why we were going to her apartment. The police are bound to find her when the school will be unable to get in touch with her. It will probably happen sometime today. The cops will start asking questions and since you are one of her acquaintances, they will eventually get to you. What I want from you is at least twenty-four hours of silence. Mandy and I have decided that we are going to make a run for it. After twenty-four hours, I don't care if you tell them everything you know. For your silence, I'm going to give you five-thousand dollars in cash. It is all small bills and you won't have any trouble spending it the way you want to."
Jim watched as the shocked expression on Dawn's face changed to one of glee. He could see that the money had a very forgetful effect on the girl. It was almost too obvious the way her mind was trying to figure out how she was going to make her escape. Only her destination would be Hollywood.
"You have a deal, Mister Claxton," she said. "I never liked that bitch anyway. She forced me to become her lover when she found this boy and me screwing in the wrestling room. She said she was going to get me kicked out of school. But then, like you, she gave me a choice. I could not refuse."
"Okay. Good. We have a deal. Right?" Jim asked.
"Yes, we do. But only on one condition," she added.
"I want you to fuck me one last time. I've been dreaming about that cock of yours reaming my pussy all weekend and ... " Dawn was cut off by an angry Jim.
"I will not! Mandy is out in the car and we have to get moving if we are to get out of here," he said.
"I'm sorry, Mister Claxton," said Dawn very confidently, "If I don't get properly laid, I'll make a phone call to the cops so they'll nab you before you reach the city limits. Why don't you just give me the five-thousand and we'll go up to my room and finish the deal? My parents won't be home until after dinner and you can call the school, making believe you're my father. Give them some excuse why I won't be in school today."
Jim could see he was being blackmailed again. Lately, it seemed as though somebody was always trying to take advantage of his and Mandy's love.
"Okay," said Jim, "go out to the car and tell Mandy I'll be out in a half-hour. Tell her that something came up and I'll have to be on the phone. While you're gone, I'll call up the school and count out your money."
He made the call to the school nurse, saying that the entire family had come down with the twenty-four-hour virus, and Dawn should be back in school tomorrow.
Jim did not want to have sex with Dawn McGregor. But if that was the only way to accomplish the escape, he had no choice. Thankfully, it was not the same situation as the night before. This time Mandy did not have to watch as he was forced to do by Midge Lesser. There would be no joy in this sex with Dawn; he only wanted it over.
Dawn led Jim into her room and immediately stripped off her clothes. The sight of the diminutive nymphet had the same effect on him this time as the locker-room encounter had. It was not a sexual effect, but one of surprise. At least his daughter looked like a young girl, but Dawn appeared more like a woman with her developed breasts and curvaceous body. How she was able to take his man-sized cock into her eighty-pound body was a true mystery to Jim. But she had already accomplished it once, and she obviously had her mind set on doing it again.
The girl was wasting no time. She grabbed at Jim's belt and undid his pants, pulling them plus his underwear down to his ankles. Pushing him to a seated position on the bed, she dove between his legs and engulfed his soft penis with her mouth.
Jim expected to have a problem getting an erection, considering the pressure he was under. But with Dawn's sucking oral cavern and flicking tongue, it proved not to be the case. He was quickly hard and already moaning with lust. She's very good, he thought, good enough to get me ready for her wanton cunt. With her head bobbing up and down at a furious pace, he began to anticipate the first signs of blowing his wad.
He wanted her to stop. He was more than ready to begin fucking. But Dawn was not going to stop. Her mouth was already draining the jism from his balls and sending it traveling to the top of his staff. There was no stopping now. Jim could only hold on for his rush of orgasm.
The gymnast took all he had and continued sucking, hoping for more. Jim had to pry her head from his sensitive organ. The entire blowjob could not have lasted more than three minutes. He prayed that was all she needed from his empty testicles.
"Okay, Dawn. You have the money and you have had me. Now I must leave," Jim said, hoping that the little nymphet was finished.
"You've got to be kidding," Dawn shot back. "I just sucked your cock. I want you to make love to my body with your tongue."
"Please let me go. I told you that we have to get out of here," he pleaded.
"Then you'd better start on my body or you might be here much longer than you want," Dawn said, lying back on the bed and spreading her legs.
Jim had no choice but to succumb to her reasoning. He promised himself that he would give her the fastest orgasm she'd ever had. With his knee wedged and frictioning between her thighs, his mouth sought out her womanly tits. He licked and sucked her heaving breasts until her nipples were standing at attention. Then he drew them deep in his mouth, nibbling the sensitive flesh. It was only a matter of minutes before her pussy was receiving the erotic messages from her breasts and exuding copious love drippings on his thigh.
Now she was ready for a tongue-fuck. Jim hastened between her legs, using his hands to lift and spread her crotch for his waiting mouth. When his face made contact with the outer lips of her cunt, he felt the stubble of incoming pubic hair. She shaves her pussy hair, he realized. It was probably for the same reason she wore the restraining bra. The little-girl look was being retained right down to the skin.
Though the pubic stubble was irritating to his tongue and cheeks, he had to admit that her smell and taste more than made up for it. Her odor was definitely erotic and for the first time, he began to enjoy his pleasure-giving plight. Jim initially used long broad tongue strokes. He began at her dimpled asshole, cut through her hot pink slit and finished at the teenage gymnast's budding clit. The same routine continued until Dawn's moans and twitching hips told Jim it was time to concentrate exclusively on her clit trigger.
He sucked the blood-engorged nub deep into his mouth, pulling it away from its covering flesh. While his teeth and lips massaged the base, his tongue savagely tattooed the swollen tip. It was only seconds before the maiden spasms of an imminent orgasm were being felt by both Dawn and Jim.
"Oh fuck. Don't stop. Tongue and suck my fucking pussy. I love it. Eat me-I'm commmming. I'm fucking commmmmming!" she shouted and moaned.
Jim didn't stop. He wanted to draw every last climaxing convulsion from the diminutive body. Because as soon as she relaxed in her post-orgasm stupor, he was going to climb aboard, impale his raging meat in her pussy and empty the need that her sweet-tasting body had aroused.
Finally, her body stilled. Jim crawled into position, aimed his plum-sized cockhead at the slimy cunt hole and, with one mighty thrust of his hips, seated himself in the deepest regions of her boiling love cavern.
Dawn gasped at the sudden invasion. The wind was knocked out of her lungs and her lower body felt like it was split in half. But Jim did not wait for the girl to recover and grow comfortable with his swollen tool. He was out of control. The pressures he was forced to deal with were finally getting the best of him. The little horny gymnast just happened to be taking the brunt of his frustrations. Neither Jim, who was caught up in this brutal fucking, nor Dawn, who was lost in excruciating pain, was aware that a third person was watching the perverse scene from the doorway of the room.
Mandy had become worried when her father did not return to the car after what she thought was enough time to make a few phone calls. So she left the car, found the front door of Dawn's house unlocked and entered into the short hallway. She spied the phone immediately and realized that nobody was using it. It was the orgasmic shouting of Dawn that told Mandy where her father was.
With tears beginning to cascade from her eyes, she approached the sounds of the couple's passion. The bedroom door was open and neither her father nor Dawn was positioned to see her. The sight she beheld was like nothing she had ever thought possible in the realm of sex. Other than the bizarre treatment at the hands of Miss Lesser, all of Mandy's sexual experiences were marked by tenderness. The picture of her father shoving his huge sex organ into the eighty-pound girl with such force was more like hate-making than love-making.
There was no doubt that Mandy was jealous, but she was also glad that it was not her body that was being used as a target for her father's weapon. Dawn was the obvious cause of her father's fury. She hated her for what her father had turned into: an unrecognizable monster. Somehow, she thought, I must end this horrible agony my daddy is experiencing.
Meanwhile, Jim was only conscious of his forthcoming release. The pounding strokes were having their intended effect. It was only a matter of whether his energy would carry him to his orgasm. Jim did not know if Dawn was conscious or unconscious, he only wanted to hurt her and cleanse his body of the feelings she had excited in him.
He was almost there. The feeling of his jism boiling up in his balls was enough to make him rise high on his extended arms, cock still in cunt, and throw back his head in anticipation. Jim never saw Mandy rapidly and purposefully march toward the bed.
Mandy had found the butcher knife in the kitchen. If her father could kill to rescue her, she would kill to save him from the hate that she was finding so ugly to watch.
Jim, with his eyes tightly closed, was in the throes of his orgasm. The spasming cunt that was drawing the juice from his loins was like nothing he had ever felt before. It was amazing, he thought, that through all the pain he had inflicted on the little gymnast, she was still able to have such an incredibly strong climax herself. It was only when he opened his eyes after pumping his burning load deep into Dawn that he discovered that she hadn't had an orgasm at all, but that the natural convulsions had been brought on by sudden and violent death.
Where once the unmarked white neck of the diminutive gymnast was perfect in its structure, it was now marked with a deep and jagged hole spewing forth Dawn's life-sustaining blood.
Jim leaped in horror from the dead body, uncoupling his shrinking penis from the now-lifeless vagina. It was not until he saw his daughter standing at the side of the bed, holding the crimson-stained butcher knife, that he knew he was not responsible for the corpse at rest on the bed. During his rage-filled fucks he knew he might have been liable for anything.
"I couldn't stand to see what kind of person you became while you were screwing her," Mandy innocently stated. "I know you wouldn't do that to me. If a person makes another person become an animal, he or she does not deserve to live. We're now even. You've killed and I've killed. Now we'll never be able to come back. I'm glad."
Mandy's words were almost as shocking to Jim as the sight of the dead girl. He at least had been in a passion-crazed rage when he had killed. As a matter of fact, he was not trying to kill at all, but to stop the torture of his daughter. Mandy, on the other hand, knew exactly what she was doing. She had killed in cold blood. The incestuous love between Mandy and her father was now accountable for the rupture of a family and the death of two people-victims who had gotten in the way of their passion.
Mandy interrupted her father's depressing reverie. "We have to hide her body. Daddy, you wrap it up in the bed clothes and I'll look for the entrance to the cellar. Nobody will find her until we're well on our way," she calmly instructed, as she disappeared from the room.
Jim knew that Mandy was now in total control of their lives. There was no way that he could possibly accept Mandy taking the blame for the killing of the McGregor girl. Midge Lesser's death would have at least been explainable and probably a simple manslaughter charge would have evolved. But the death of Dawn tied into Midge's death could only bring him a charge of first-degree murder. Along with the obvious sexual angle, there was a great chance that he would fry in the electric chair.
Chapter Twelve
Jim and Mandy managed to remove all traces of their presence at Dawn McGregor's home. The dead gymnast was wrapped in an airtight tarpaulin and wedged behind the furnace in the basement. Jim recovered the five-thousand dollars and Mandy remade her late teammate's bed. They were on their way to distant lands by eight in the morning.
It would take a very thorough search to find Dawn's body. The possibility of anyone noticing or remembering the car parked in the McGregor's driveway was slim and if someone did recall, it would take some time for Jim and Mandy to be tied into the case. Father and daughter had cleanly escaped their former town. Now it was a matter of escaping from the worldwide search that was inevitable.
It took two days for Mandy and Jim to reach the Mexican border. Another day was spent by Jim making contacts and buying two stolen passports. During this entire time, father and daughter slept apart and spoke very few words to one another. It was not so much that the relationship had changed, because it had not. But it was the need for secrecy and not attracting undo attention that kept them physically apart. Both were waiting for the time when they could finally join, but they both understood the need for patience. And it was only now that Mandy's body began healing after that torture-filled night at the hands of her erstwhile coach.
Jim perused the foreign papers, daily looking for a place to finally settle down. The country that they chose would have to offer Jim the opportunity to make a living because the fifty-thousand that he had was not going to last all that long. Luckily, he found the want ad he was looking for: "Electrical Engineer willing to relocate in South American Country. Company school and many other benefits. No questions asked if able to do the job. Apply in person or through other Company offices." It is settled, thought Jim. He would book reservations by plane, using their false documentation. Once they had arrived and he was okayed for the job, Mandy and Jim Claxton, for all intents and purposes, would have disappeared from the face of the earth. The trouble that their incestuous love had caused would forever be behind them and life with only Mandy would be a reality.
He was sorry that there were people dead. But he was fantastically happy about the prospects of their future. It was too bad that he and Mandy could not celebrate until they were truly safe.
When Mandy heard the news, she was ecstatic. She did not care where their final destination was to be, only that her dreams were just a plane-ride away. The understanding that her father and she would have to stay apart during the escape was the most difficult aspect of her life. It was true that her wounds needed time to heal, but that did not rule out the pleasure she could give her father. They would be together now and there were no longer any obstacles in the way.
When the airplane landed in their new tropical home, Jim directed a taxi to drive them to the most luxurious hotel in the city. He registered, using the names on the stolen passports. There was a suite with two bedrooms available, Jim gladly took it, wanting to keep up an appearance that nothing was unusual about a father traveling with his daughter.
It had been over four days since they had fled from their hometown. For the first time, Jim bought a few American newspapers to see if or how intensely the authorities were searching for them. He was gratified to see that only one of the papers had carried the story. And only six meager lines were devoted to it. The paper not only did not furnish their descriptions, but did not even mention their names. It stated that there had been a double-murder and they were looking for a father and daughter who were missing. The police were worried that they, too, might turn up as victims of what the local newspapers were calling "a bizarre sexual crime wave." Jim breathed a sigh of relief. They had made it.
When they arrived at their suite of rooms and the solicitous bellboy left, Mandy leaped into her father's arms. They kissed and hugged and, for the first time in days, joyfully laughed.
"Mandy, my sexy little honey, we are going to celebrate. As soon as I make a phone call to inquire about that job, I'm going to order us the biggest meal and the best champagne this hotel has to offer. And when we are finished stuffing our faces, I'm going to take you to bed and make the sweetest love to my pretty little daughter that is heavenly possible," Jim said, not able to remove the grin from his face.
"Oh Daddy, I love you so much. I don't know if I can wait until after we eat. Just thinking about it finally happening after all we've been through makes my knees feel like water, not to mention other places," she squealed. "While you're doing the things you have to do, I'm going to take a shower and cool off."
Jim called the company that was offering the job and found out that it was still available. An appointment was made with the employment office for the following Monday. The man that he'd spoken to was surprised that anybody had answered the ad, and if Jim had at least a rudimentary knowledge of electrical engineering, there would be no problem in him getting the job. When he hung up, Jim almost shouted with glee. He had a master's degree in electrical engineering from one of the best schools in the United States.
There was a knock at the door and a waiter rolled in the cart with food and champagne. Mandy waited until the man had been tipped and left before making her entrance from the bathroom. She was wearing a long flowing silken dressing gown that one was almost able to see through. While in Mexico, both Jim and Mandy had bought entirely new wardrobes to replace the clothes they were forced to leave behind. Mandy went out of her way to buy exotic and erotic sleepwear, knowing that her daddy would appreciate the sexy garments. There was only one item of her new apparel that she insisted had to remain the same. She was sure that her father would agree with her.
Her father was stunned by the elegant appearance of his daughter. Mandy was still the pixieish little girl that he loved. But with the addition of her mature clothing and attitude, it quite enhanced his desire. If he was not so hungry he would have taken her right there, on the deep-pile carpet of the sitting room.
"You are the most lovely sight my eyes have ever had the pleasure to see, my dear," he said, getting up and escorting her to a seat at the sumptuously-set table.
"Why thank you, Daddy. You are the best-looking man I know and I'm so happy that we can finally be together. In the shower I checked out my cunny and I'm glad to say that everything is just like new. Nothing can stop us now," Mandy said.
"Champagne, Mandy?" Jim asked.
"Oh Daddy, could I?" Mandy bubbled.
"I think that after the last week, you have grown up enough to have a few glasses," he answered, popping the cork from the bottle.
Once the glasses were filled, Jim offered a toast: "To the most beautiful and lovely woman in my life, I pledge my undying love and promise that I will make sure that we will be together for all time."
"Oh Daddy," was all that Mandy was able to say. She drank the glass of wine with her father and hugged him tightly. Both father and daughter were choked by their tears.
The meal was a tremendous success. Never had Mandy eaten such delicacies. And after each mouthful, she washed it down with the bubbly wine. This was the way she had envisioned life with her father. Dinner and drink fit for a king and queen, with the bedroom as their playground.
They laughed and joked and got pleasantly high on the champagne. But both found themselves squirming in anticipation of their impending sensual and sexual delight.
Mandy and Jim knew dinner was over when they could no longer take their eyes off each other. Jim led his daughter into the bedroom and reached to turn off the lights.
"Don't turn out the lights, Daddy," Mandy sexily whispered. "I want to see everything I touch and kiss and I want you to see everything, too."
"Anything your little heart desires," Jim said, taking his Mandy into his arms. He felt the rounded softness of her body through the thin material and, though she was still immature in her body development, he could not help but think that she was a perfect creation. She was a product of his loins, and now her body became the last and sole place those same loins would ever reside.
Mandy pushed him away and started to unbutton his shirt. Once his muscular chest was revealed, she showered it with tiny kisses while undoing his pants. Her father helped her and finally stood totally nude before his daughter. Mandy did not touch; instead she let her eyes feast on his manly body, lingering for a long moment on his enormous erection. This was how she always wanted to remember him.
Again she came back into his arms and lifted her face to receive his waiting mouth. Their lips melted together and their tongues entwined, dancing to the growing strains of their own sexual beat.
This time, it was Jim who broke the embrace. He, too, wanted to see the naked flower of his love. Pulling on the hem of her gown, he brought the flimsy garment over her beautiful head and placed it on a chair beside the bed. When he looked back to his daughter, he was overjoyed to see her clothed in only her panties. It was not that they were sexy panties that caused his joy: it was that they were the kind that would forever be pictured in his mind when he thought of Mandy. They were white and made of cotton pulled high on her waist, her sweet plump pussy pushing at the fabric.
Mandy saw the pleasure on her father's face and knew that she had done the right thing by not purchasing the sexy flimsy underwear that were displayed at the store.
"Oh Daddy, I'm so happy you approve. That first night when you touched me and really looked at me, I had the same kind on. Do you know that after you left my room I came, using them as a substitute for you? I always wanted to ask you if you were the one who took them the next morning? I never did find them again. Was it you, Daddy?" Mandy asked, stroking herself in anticipation of his answer.
"Yes Mandy, it was I. I put them into my pocket and brought them to the office. I forgot that I had them until I absentmindedly pulled them from my pocket. Immediately I knew what you had done. The smell of your sweet sex was still on them. I, too, used them to come. I stroked myself with them and mingled my juices with yours. That was really the first time we had sex together, even though we were in different places. At that time, I thought I was losing my mind. Now I know that I wasn't. Nothing could have stopped what was meant to be," Jim explained.
Jim went to the bed and turned down the cover. He went back to his daughter and carried her to their symbolic marriage bed. Gently he placed her down and joined her. They faced each other and resumed the kiss that they had started before. Their bodies came tight together with Jim's granite-hard cock playing against Mandy's cotton-covered pussy.
Mandy felt her father's arms work their way down her back and grab the fleshy cheeks of her ass. This, in turn, brought their bodies closer and increased the pressure of their touching organs. When he started to move his hips up and down, the lips of her little cunt pulled apart in invitation. The most sensitive places on her body were tingling with excitement.
Jim was also highly aroused, but he put his satisfaction aside to give pleasure to his pretty little girl. He brought his mouth and tongue to her neck, seeking out those special pleasure centers only an experienced lover can find. The moans of his daughter told him where they were and his mouth gave them the attention they deliciously deserved. When he reached her nipples, her hips jerked back against his frictioning cock. He sucked them deep and whirled his tongue across the tips, occasionally nipping gently at them with his teeth. While he was working on her breasts, he replaced his cock with his hand and commenced to trace the details of her cunt.
At first, Mandy was disappointed by the disappearance of his man-sized prick. But her disappointment quickly faded when she felt his hand frolic on her pantied crotch. The job he was doing on her tits was sending the usual waves of sensation to her already-overheated groin. And if it were not for her mouth buried deep into his shoulder, her cries would have been heard in the adjacent rooms.
Jim's fingers were using her panties as a medium for her total pleasure. At first he would try to push the moist cotton crotch into her tiny asshole. Then he would try to insert the material into her vagina. But he knew by his daughter's reaction that she most enjoyed the sensation of having the crotch panel rolled thin, fitted between her pouting labia and rubbed across her swollen clit.
Jim loved the childlike underwear, but he knew he had reached the moment when they were no longer desired. Spinning his body brought his face close to Mandy's crotch. It also brought his sexual equipment into his little girl's view. The panties were discarded, exposing the sex flesh and releasing the pure fragrance of adolescent cunt. Jim reveled in both the sight and the smell and only needed the taste to complete his feast of the senses.
Seeing her father's genitalia provoked Mandy into her own feast. She brought her face to his thighs and began kissing and licking the tender skin, always bringing her lips closer to the center of his being. Jim instinctively opened his legs, giving Mandy the intimate access she needed.
Almost hysterically, both sought out the sensitive area of the anus. Their tongues glided over and finally pushed into the tightly-muscled openings. While the anal tongue-fucks were proceeding, their hands were also busy. Mandy was fingering and squeezing her father's huge staff and spreading the thick liquid that welled up in the penis hole over the entire organ. Jim was doing the same thing with Mandy's own generous spendings. He anointed her entire crotch with the slick lubricant, not seeming to miss a single nerve ending.
Mandy felt her father's tongue leave her sweet asshole and be replaced by a finger. She proceeded to do the same, hoping that he, too, could enjoy the full sensation. Pumping her finger gently and slowly, she next attacked his heavy ball sac with her tongue before popping first one and then the other into her mouth. Mandy could tell her father was delighted by the increased frenzy on his own tongue, demanding entrance to her flaming cunt hole.
Maintaining concentration and servicing his little girl was becoming more and more difficult. Never before had he had a finger thrusting in and out of his anus. It was driving him out of his mind with sheer ecstasy. And with Mandy's mouth gently sucking on his cum-filled nuts, he seriously began to doubt that he could last much longer. Driving his tongue at his daughter's blood-engorged clitoris was his only hope in bringing her off before he spilled his own seed, due to her brilliant love-making techniques.
But when Jim shifted his mouth and tongue to Mandy's pleasure trigger, Mandy sucked his thick cockhead deep into her mouth. Neither father nor daughter now had to move their heads since the out-of-control hips of both were supplying the friction needed to bring them both to orgasm.
The pair came seconds apart, their jerking twisting bodies telling the story of their intense climaxes. Mandy managed somehow not to choke on her father's cum while she herself was in the throes of her own orgasm. Likewise, Jim was able to keep his tongue glued to Mandy's clit while he was spasming with release. It was minutes before each recovered and realized what had happened.
When they did recover, Jim spun back to the head of the bed and hugged his daughter tightly. They kissed tenderly, tasting their own juices on each other's mouth. Now they had achieved that which had happened before and only the final joining remained. The anticipation, even in their spent bodies, was enough to change their tender kisses to ones of passion, and begin to revive their slackened sex with hot hormone-laden blood.
"Oh Daddy, that was wonderful," Mandy said, breaking the kiss. "And the best thing is that nobody can stop what is going to happen next, like Mommy did before."
The mention of Mandy's mother and his wife almost had a dampening effect on his reawakening ardor. If it was anybody else but Mandy lying naked next to him, he might have rolled over and mourned the life he'd left behind. But it was Mandy, and the promise of her tight little-girl cunt finally enveloping his hardening cock that brought his mind quickly back to the present.
"I love you, little girl. The fact that we are willing to give our bodies to each other proves how much we do love. After this, we will never return to being father and daughter because the true meaning of undying love can only be expressed the way lovers are able to do it. Let what is going to happen next be our wedding ceremony. I will give you my body and you will give me yours," Jim said, making his proposal as serious-sounding as he could.
"Oh yes, Daddy. That's exactly what I want. I'll be your wife. You can always count on me when you need me. Please, fuck my cunt with your cock and I'll fuck your cock with my cunt," Mandy proclaimed, crying and laughing with joy at the same time.
Jim raised his body over Mandy's and placed his knees together between her well-spread thighs. He lowered his hips, bringing his erection in contact with her pouting pussy. Taking his swollen organ in his hand, he began stroking the head along her glistening slit. He gave special attention to the area that harbored her clitoris, wanting to make sure that Mandy was at the nadir of her arousal and able to more readily accept the mansized gift he was about to bestow. Thankfully, she no longer had her hymen. Jim had made sure of that the first time he explored her vagina with the pleasure-giving digit. He chalked it up to some gymnastics routine and never planned to question her about it.
Mandy felt like she died and went to heaven. She had no worries at all about being able to take his cock. Midge Lesser, with the use of her huge dildo, had cured her of any fears she might have had. No, the little girl was free from all worries and was just lying back and enjoying the feel of her father's cock playing on her tingling clit.
When Mandy's hips began to rise, pushing her inflamed crotch up at Jim, he knew it was time. Now resting on his elbows, he reached back, using one hand to spread wide her cunt lips and the other to position the plum-sized head of his cock at the door to his little girl's cunt. Gently he fed it into the hole, allowing the constricting muscles to get used to the massive invader. She had plenty of lubricant and the moans that were coming from his daughter were definitely not those of pain.
The difference between the dildo and her father was like night and day. Her daddy's penis was warm and, even though hard as a rock, it was softer than the unpliable rubber that the now-dead coach had shoved up inside her. Her daddy's cock was stretching her to the limit, but there was no pain and it continued to slide its way to End of her sex tunnel. The feelings and emotions that she was experiencing at the moment were enough to set off the spasms of another orgasm. Her body shot up to meet her father's, sinking his cock to the hilt and pushing against the wall of her juicy womb.
It was done. They were now joined and the true meaning of their love was finally consummated. Body to body. Cock in cunt. The weeks of torment were over. They were one.
Jim marveled at the tightness of Mandy's vaginal canal. Not even Dawn's tiny body could compare with the glovelike effect that he was now experiencing. Just the fact that he was sheathed in such cozy confines was almost enough to send him into orgasm without the aid of the usual necessary friction. She was warm and wet. Jim never wanted to leave.
Mandy, too, was deliriously happy. The huge male organ of her father imbedded in her little girl's cunt was better than she had ever expected. Her friend Holley was right. The female was able to accept even the largest male, and as far as she was concerned her father fit that bill.
Using his knees as a fulcrum, Jim started to fuck his daughter. He used long slow strokes, bringing the head of his cock almost out of her gripping entrance before pushing it back to her steamy depths. This went on for minutes with the same rhythm, stimulating both of them to heights of ecstasy neither had reached before. Jim hoped that his sexual longevity would make this the most memorable fuck they both would ever have.
Jim need not have worried. The natural instincts brought on by both the slow rhythmic fuck and the emotions of the moment were proof enough. Mandy now had her legs encircled around her father's waist and was meeting each of his thrusts with her own. She was fucking her father as he was fucking her.
It was only natural that the tempo was going to increase. Both father and daughter were steadily losing their concentration and, therefore, losing control of their hips. Jim's thrusts, though still long and true, began speeding up until Mandy's swollen clit was being furiously tattooed by his pubic bone at an orgasm-inducing pace. His own jism-filled nuts were signaling his own imminent come and he realized he could no longer hold back spilling his manseed into the hot tenderness of his little girl.
The feeling of her father's already distended cock growing even larger and her clitoris being maddeningly attacked set her off into a long gut-wrenching climax. And, when her father started spurting his cum juice up against the deepest walls of her womb, it only increased the length of time that she was suspended in mind-blowing bliss.
Jim's own orgasm was wrenched from his loins by the convulsing cunt of his little girl. Torrent upon torrent of his sizzling semen was launched from his cock, continuing for as long as Mandy's sensational seizure.
Recovery was slow for both of them. Not only were they physically drained, but emotionally drained as well. Jim's cock remained buried in Mandy's sweet pussy until strength began to return to their spent bodies. Neither had anything to say to the other. The last hour had made speaking unnecessary. Their bodies had said it all.
When Jim finally uncoupled from Mandy, he threw his head back on the pillow, and thought about the strange circumstances that had brought them together in this nuptial bed. His Mandy, of course, had been the cause. If it had not been for that eventful night when he came home from the school-board meeting and spied Mandy with her alluring white panties casting her sexual bait, his life and that of his daughter would never have found the intimacy of each other's body. It was a possession of need he could not fight; he was truly possessed by his daughter.
