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 Scouting Family Copyright (c) - 2005 - by Dorsai

   Jeff Davis knew he'd met his wife when the two of them were still in
High School.  Fortunately, Patty Wilson knew she'd met her husband, and the
two of them quickly became a kind of fixture around their school.  They
were like one of those physical constants you learn (and promptly forget
after final exams) in chemistry or physics: the speed of light was this,
Avogadro's Number was that, and wherever Jeff or Patty was, there was the
other.

   Both got into college; Patty opted to attend Vassar while Jeff went to
Dartmouth.  Their first couple of years in college, they maintained their
relationship via frequent visits to each other.  The summer before they
started their Junior year, they found an apartment roughly midway between
the two schools and commuted.  After they graduated, they got married; Jeff
quickly found a job as a computer programmer, and Patty didn't have any
trouble finding work as a Math teacher in a middle school.  Their lives
together were happy, relatively simple, and low-key.  The only thing either
wanted was a child; the birth of their daughter Samantha just a year into
their married life was all they needed to make their lives complete.

   A three-year-old Samantha was suffering from a cold, and Jeff was
working from home so he could stay with her one day when there was a
late-afternoon knock at the door.  Jeff got up to answer it, figuring that
Patty had stopped off for some groceries and had her arms full.  When he
opened the door, though, instead of his wife, he found two policemen
standing there.  One cop asked if he was Jefferson Davis; when he said that
he was, the other - obviously more senior - told him that there'd been an
accident.  Jeff's knees almost buckled, but he held himself together and
asked if Patty was okay.  The expression on the cop's faces told him the
answer before the junior's words gave him the details: a delivery truck had
been going a little too fast on the downslope of a hill when it hit a patch
of wet pavement and slid into an intersection - totaling Patty's car as she
drove home from the school where she taught.  The only faint consolation he
had was the cop's assurances that it had been quick - the accident was
severe and sudden enough that she couldn't have suffered.

   Seeing his dazed state, the cops stayed with him until one of the
friends he called showed up.  The days afterward passed in a blur; if it
hadn't been for the help of his friends and family, he simply wouldn't have
made it.  Even then, it was close: having to explain to Samantha why Mommy
wouldn't be coming home, that of course Mommy still loved her - that she'd
gone to be an angel, and that HE loved her and would be there; it was the
necessity of taking care of his daughter's needs that gave Jeff the focus
he needed to see him through the tragedy.

   He knew not to let Samantha be present for the memorial service in the
church, but she was with him for the funeral so she could - as she'd
insisted she wanted to - "tell Mommy bye-bye." After she'd earnestly told
Patty's casket "Bye-bye, Mommy.  You be a GOOD angel, okay?  I love you",
nobody at the funeral could resist shedding more than a few tears.

   In the years that followed, Jeff dedicated himself to raising Samantha.
His employer readily agreed to letting him work from home whenever possible
- he was a good employee, and there really wasn't anything 'magical' about
what he did that made it necessary for him to come in to an office every
day.  Jeff was determined that Sam wouldn't miss out on anything just
because she'd lost her mother.  Along the way, he trained himself to do
virtually all of the things that mothers normally did for their daughters -
he could braid her hair and had learned to keep up with her ever-changing
interests, he was a willing partner for High Tea with Samantha and the
variety of stuffed animals she kept on her bed, and had even gotten her a
small collection of the necessary cosmetics so she could play 'dress up'.
While he was doing all of that, he was also talking to the mothers of
daughters, so that he'd be ready when she experienced the different phases
in her life.  After his wife's death, the time he spent giving her a bath
each night was a special bond between them; when she'd grown to the point
of wanting to take her own baths, he readily agreed - even though the
request from her nearly broke his heart.  The whole time Samantha was
growing up, Jeff was careful to be honest with her.  As was to be expected,
there came the time when she saw him naked; the resulting questions she
asked were answered in a way that satisfied her curiosity without
overwhelming her or making her think there was anything inherently wrong or
bad about human bodies.  The only thing he emphasized was that it wasn't
polite to open doors without knocking and waiting for an answer first.

   Similarly, when she finally discovered 'bad language', he sat down with
her and explained the difference between the words she'd heard (and had
used) and the more socially acceptable ones - and which ones HE preferred
she used, and why.  After that, she used them a few times by accident, or
to try and get a rise out of him when she was unhappy with him, but his
patient and gentle disapproval was enough to discourage her from using them
for long.  His apparently casual attitude toward bodies, nudity, and
language meant that Samantha wasn't afraid to come to him and talk about
anything, any time she had a question or problem.

   She got interested in being a Brownie Scout, and he didn't hesitate to
volunteer for anything and everything they'd let him.  He'd been a mediocre
cook at best, but helping Samantha learn for Brownies helped HIM, too -
much to his quiet amusement.  He doubted that he was the ONLY Daddy active
in Brownies, but he was the only one anybody he knew knew of.  Some of the
parents were initially concerned about his presence; on learning what had
happened to Patty, their worries quickly turned to admiration and trust.

   When Samantha made the transition from Brownies to Girl Scouts, he
stayed right with her; his presence among prepubescent girls was readily
accepted because most parents already knew of his involvement in the
program because of their own daughters.  That he was able to help them with
things that the mothers simply couldn't do - and relieving a lot of other
dads of the necessity of being dragged into various events - helped
tremendously.

   When she got old enough, Jeff had 'The Talk' with her - after psyching
himself up for a full month beforehand.  He calmly and patiently explained
to her what she could expect to happen with her body before long, and
described to her (in a general way - he WAS still her Daddy, after all) the
kinds of 'feelings' and things that she would experience.  Finally, he
managed to cover the subject of sex, and what HE thought was important
about it.  He somehow managed to keep his equanimity throughout, and when
he was done he could see that he'd been able to get it right: Samantha was
eagerly looking forward to the onset of puberty, but without being afraid
or embarrassed about all that it involved.  She still had a few questions,
which he was able to answer carefully and dispassionately; when they were
done, he knew that she was as accepting and ready for the changes that were
coming as she could be, and that she knew she could still come to him with
questions and problems just as she had before.

   A few days later, the two of them went to a drugstore so Samantha could
pick out what menstrual product she wanted to use, so she'd have it when
the time came.  Not having the necessary plumbing to be able to really
understand the situation, Jeff had worked up the courage to ask a few of
the women he knew from Girl Scouts what THEY thought the pluses and minuses
of the different choices were, and what they would recommend.  Those
conversations had been fairly embarrassing at points, but his determination
to make sure Samantha was making an informed choice on the matter also
impressed those same women mightily.  So when Jeff and his daughter were in
the appropriate isle of the store, he was able to relay what he'd learned
to her.  He answered her questions, and told her what other women had said,
but left the final decision up to her.  She finally settled on napkins -
she hadn't been reluctant to tell him that she didn't think she wanted to
try putting anything inside at first.  With the selection made, she decided
she should pay for it since it was going to be HER 'stuff'; but she DID
want him nearby when she did, "Just in case".  He suspected she needed or
wanted the reassurance of having him nearby, and felt proud that she would
trust him that way.

   Less than a year later, she casually informed him over breakfast one
morning that she'd started her first period the night before.  After a
polite inquiry, he learned that she was fine - a bit uncomfortable, but not
in any kind of pain.  She'd woken up in the middle of the night to feel
something sticky between her thighs; when she'd gone to the bathroom to see
what it was, she'd found blood.  It had taken her only a moment to realize
what was happening, and she'd simply cleaned herself before opening the box
of napkins she'd kept under the sink.  Once she was satisfied that she'd
taken care of things, she'd gone back to bed.  Jeff felt pleased with
himself that he'd been able to prepare her to handle the situation as
calmly as she had.  When he suggested that the two of them go out for
dinner that night to celebrate the start of her becoming a woman, she
smiled and said she'd like that.

   It took a few months before Samantha's periods became regular; a year
after that, and Jeff thought he could see her body starting to change.  So
he was ready for the day that she came to him and said that she wanted to
get some more clothes; he said he'd take her the next day, and managed to
hide his hurt feelings when she said that she thought she'd like to go with
a woman, instead.  He said that was fine, and that he'd find someone to
help her.  When he talked to Darcy, one of the women from the Girl Scout
troop, she immediately understood in a way that he simply couldn't.  She
readily agreed to come to his place and take care of it before telling him
"Face it, Jeff, this is just the beginning.  From here on out, there's
going to be a LOT going on in her life that you're not necessarily going to
know about.  I know how close you and Sam are, and I wish to hell I had
that kind of connection with MY kids.  But there are going to be changes
happening with her that you as a guy aren't going to understand - any more
than us women know what it is with you guys and the TV remote", the last
delivered with a grin, which Jeff couldn't help mirroring.

   Darcy spent over an hour with Samantha in her bedroom before the two of
them went out shopping.  Jeff could only figure it was some kind of genetic
thing that even Samantha could spend a couple hours at the mall, come home
with nothing (as she'd done several times), and still call it 'shopping'.

   None the less, when they got back, they had managed to actually buy some
things that they took into Sam's room; Jeff idly wondered if actually
paying for something somehow ruined the experience for them.

   When Darcy came out a few minutes later, she accepted the cup of coffee
he offered, and suggested the two of them sit in the kitchen.  Jeff looked
at her, and she just said "She's going to be in there trying things on for
while, I think, but I still think we need to talk where she won't
accidentally hear us."

   After both of them were seated, Darcy told him "As you probably figured
out, she wanted to go shopping for girl stuff.  Specifically, she figured
she was ready for - well, wanted, anyway - a training bra."

   Jeff gave her a wry grin and answered "Yeah, I kinda figured.  A couple
months ago, I thought I could see that her body's starting to change, and
figured she'd start wanting something like that."

   Darcy grinned back and said "Well, you were right.  Part of the reason
we were in there so long is because she was a little worried about a couple
of things, and wanted to talk to me.  One of them was that she's developing
breasts, and she didn't know if they were growing fast enough.  She told me
you already talked to her about what was going to happen to her, and I
figure you must have done a HELL of a lot better job of it than me or my
husband did with OUR kids: she wasn't the slightest bit bashful about
taking her clothes off so I could see what she was talking about.  I'm not
a doctor, of course, but I'm not so old I can't remember what happened when
I was her age, either, so I DID look; and I told her that it looked to me
like she was developing just fine, and reminded her that she still had a
few years before she stopped growing.  That, and the other things I told
her seemed to be all she really needed - which really surprised the hell
out of me."

   Jeff just sat there looking at Darcy for a few moments before she asked
"You're not going to ask what we talked about?"

   He took a sip of his coffee and thought a few moments before he answered
"You already told me that she isn't going to want to talk to me about
everything.  I've thought about it, and I figure the best thing I can do is
give her the privacy she wants while I make sure she knows that she can
talk to me if she wants to.  I remember what it was like for me around that
age: there was stuff that I just wanted to keep private, and my parents'
insistence on knowing every little thing that went on in my life just
pushed me away from talking to them about things that now I know I SHOULD
have.  All I can try to do is find a balance between giving her the privacy
she needs and wants, and staying involved in her life enough to make sure
she doesn't get into anything too serious.  I know she's going to make
mistakes; she HAS to if she's going to learn how to be her own person. 
It's like when she was learning to walk: I can try to hold her enough that
she doesn't get hurt, while keeping my grip loose enough to let her learn."
Darcy looked at him for several seconds before she said "I knew you had
brains; that computer stuff you do is WAY over my head.  But you're smart,
too: what you just said is what I wish I'D known when my oldest were her
age.  I don't doubt that you're going to do just fine with her, Jeff.  Me
and the other mothers, we've all talked about how obvious it is how much
you love Sam, and how far you're willing to go to make sure she doesn't
have to miss out on any kind of girl stuff she wants to do.  I mean, any
guy that's willing to play 'dress up' with his daughter by putting on
earrings, makeup, and a hat has got to have his heart in the right place!"
Jeff just smiled before Darcy went on "Anyway, I told her that she can
come to me or any of the other Scout mothers any time there's something she
doesn't think she can talk to you about.  If it's anything serious, I know
that any of us would let you know.  If you don't mind, I'll tell the others
what I did today.  That way we're all on the same page if Sam does come to

one of us."

   "I don't mind, if Samantha doesn't.  I'd rather have her going to folks
I already know than not getting any help she needs or wants."

   Darcy looked at him appraisingly before saying "I don't think it's going
to happen too often, or about anything too serious.  While we were out, Sam
and I got to talking, and she trusts you - a LOT.  More, even, than I think
any kid I've ever SEEN trusts their parents.  She's got her head on
straight, she's got her shit together, and she knows - knows, mind you!  -
that she can come to you about anything, and you'll do the best you can for
her.  The only reason she didn't ask you to help her today was because
you're her DAD, and she wasn't entirely sure you'd really understand how
important this was to her - it being girl stuff, and all.  I told her that
I thought you would have understood, and done anything you could to help.
After she thought about it for a bit, she finally said that she figured you
would, at that, and she hoped that she hadn't hurt you by asking for a
woman to help her.  Jeff, I don't know if you really understand how much
your daughter loves you.  I mean, she didn't come right out and say it, but
there isn't a doubt in my mind that she loves you every bit as much as you
so obviously love her.  She's getting old enough now that she's starting to
see and understand all the things you did, and still do, for her; she's
beginning to realize that you do them because you love her as much as you
do and don't want her to lose out on any chances to do the kinds of female
stuff she wants to.  It's blindingly obvious to me that she's already
absolutely devoted to you; and I think that's only going to grow over the
next few years.  I don't mean that she's devoted like she thinks you're
always right or that you're perfect or anything like that; it's more a case
of she's devoted to you the same way you are to her, and for the same
reasons.  She knows that you've tried to make sure she didn't forget her
mom - but without making it a big deal, or laying any kind of guilt trip or
anything on her, because you loved Patty and wanted Sam to know Patty loved
her, too.  I wouldn't be surprised if, in a few years, she starts trying to
do things for you to try and make YOU happy the same way you've done things
for her - like maybe trying to fix you up with the single mothers of her
friends, and that kind of thing; she knows you haven't had as much of a
social life as you could have, and why."

   Jeff's smile was wry when he answered "I don't think I could love anyone
as much as I loved Pat."

   Darcy's look was sympathetic when she told him "No, I don't think you
could, either.  But that doesn't mean that you can't meet someone, and
learn to love her.  Even if it isn't 'as much', I'll bet it would be more
than enough."

   With that, Darcy finished her coffee and got up to put the empty cup on
the counter next to the sink before saying she needed to get home.  She
couldn't help putting a sympathetic hand on Jeff's shoulder for a few
seconds before leaving.

   After the talk with Darcy, Jeff tried his best to find the balance of
support and freedom that let Samantha make small mistakes so she could
learn not to make big ones.  He knew that she still went to talk to Darcy
or one of the other Scout mothers on occasion; when they didn't say
anything to him afterwards, he simply accepted the fact that he couldn't be
a mother to Sam no matter HOW much he tried.  But Sam also started coming
to him again after the first-bra incident, which helped him feel better.

   As the months passed, it became more and more obvious to him that
Samantha was going to take after her mother: she was developing the same
long dancer's legs, trim waist, and even the same profile that he
remembered so fondly.

   He also couldn't help noticing that she was developing some rather
pronounced curves in places that had previously been a lot flatter;
something that vaguely troubled him.  He had more than ample opportunity to
take note of the changes in Sam's body because he frequently saw her moving
around their home when all she was wearing was her underwear.  The whole
time she'd been growing up, she'd been free to wander around the house in
just her underpants when it was just the two of them; the change to panties
and a bra (and the ability to fill that bra) plainly didn't change the
attitude she'd learned from him that there wasn't anything wrong with skin.
It wasn't that she did it deliberately, or anything - he knew full well
that she'd simply gotten into the habit of going from 'here' to 'there' in
whatever she happened to be wearing at the time, just as she'd done as a
little girl.  It didn't happen all THAT often, and he told himself that
there wasn't any more of her exposed than if she was wearing a bikini at
the beach - which somehow wasn't all THAT comforting.

   Still, he wasn't anywhere near being ready when he asked her what she
wanted for her 15th birthday, and got the answer that she wanted to start
using birth control.

   Despite the number of thoughts that ran through his mind - including the
idea of grounding her until six months after he was dead - he managed to
casually ask her why she wanted that for her birthday.  Seeming to sense
that he needed more than a minimal explanation, she told him that even
though she wasn't having sex yet, she admitted that she was starting to
THINK about it, and wanted to start using birth control then so that if she
had any problems with the method she'd selected - chemical implants - she'd
know about them beforehand.  As she put it, she "wanted to be ready to be
ready".  She was still only allowed out on 'group' dates, but he'd had to
promise her that she could start having 'real' dates after she turned 15 -
something that he regretted even more, then.

   Though the idea of his little girl (he still thought of her that way,
despite the evidence his eyes provided) engaging in sex terrified him; deep
in his heart of hearts, he knew that he'd never think she was ready for
anything like that.  But the thinking part of his brain somehow managed to
wrest control from the Daddy part, and he had to admit to himself that her
reasoning was valid, and that she'd obviously given the matter careful
thought.  Still, he couldn't help waffling by telling her he'd think about
it - which, to his surprise, she seemed willing to accept.

   It was over a week before the different parts of his mind stopped
screaming at each other and reached a consensus: that if she was ready to
admit that she was thinking about having sex, then he'd damned well better
make sure that she had at least some protection ahead of time.  When he
told her over supper what he'd decided, she'd smiled at him and said "Thank
you, Daddy." Three days after her birthday, he was sitting with her in the
examination room - at her request - while their family doctor made the
necessary injections.  Afterwards, when she'd left the room, the doctor had
congratulated him for having the courage to face reality - something that
didn't noticeably improve his frame of mind.

   Several weeks later, Samantha was having some of her friends from Girl
Scouts for a sleepover.  While they spent most of their time in Samantha's
room, talking about girl stuff, the main part of it was supposed to happen
in the family room, where they'd be able to watch TV, listen to music, or
anything else they wanted to do.  One of the 'understandings' he had with
them was that once he went into his bedroom and closed the door, he
wouldn't leave it again until the next morning; he suspected that they used
the opportunity to talk about, and do, things that they didn't get a chance
to anywhere else.  For his part, Jeff had parked himself in the living room
where he'd be out of their way (and they, his) while he read a book.  Once
Sam and the others had finished plotting their takeover of the world in
Sam's room, the lot of them swarmed into the family room.  All of them had
been friends long enough, and been over for various overnight events, that
they'd all gotten used to the fact that the rules were somewhat different
at Sam's house: nothing was going to be said, for example, whether they
wore nightgowns or just their panties and bra when they were ready for bed;
that he was the only other person present, and Samantha didn't worry about
what she was wearing helped tremendously.  They listened to some music - or
that was what Jeff figured it was supposed to be, anyway - for a while,
then watched a movie.  Jeff figured it was something with the current teen
heartthrob in it by the faint squeals of delight and other pleased noises
that he could hear them making.

   When the movie was over, he could see them as they made their way into
the kitchen to top off their supply of snacks and drinks.  It took a bit
before he realized something: that he wasn't just seeing the girls as his
daughter's friends.  Rather, he was seeing them as they were - young,
nubile females; and even more, that there were more than a few pairs of
nipples easily visible to him, that several of the girls were wearing
panties or nightgowns that left considerable expanses of firm round asses
exposed, and that he could readily tell how much pubic hair a few of the
girls had, and what color it was.

   Worst of all, he felt that he'd responded to the views he'd had of them;
his penis was harder than he could remember it being for a long, long time.
Trying to hide behind his book, he felt embarrassed that he'd looked at
them in that way.  Try as he might, he couldn't do anything to reduce the
swelling in his pants - the memories of what he'd seen simply wouldn't
leave his mind.

   He finally gave up trying to read his book; instead, he stood up and
rearranged himself to minimize how visible his erection was, and used the
book to conceal what remained before starting toward his bedroom.  Before
he got there, Samantha got up from her place on the floor in the family
room and came to wish him goodnight; the feeling of her body pressing
against his when she stood on tiptoe to kiss his cheek only seemed to make
his manhood that much harder.  When she finished, she looked at him for a
second before wishing him good night and going back to her friends.

   Alone in his bedroom, Jeff didn't delay in ridding himself of the
encumbrance of his clothing and lying down on his bed.  With visions of the
girls in his mind, he closed his eyes and began stroking his erect cock. 
It wasn't but a couple of minutes before he felt himself tighten up, then
begin spraying his semen all over his chest and belly in a release stronger
than he could remember having.

   Afterwards, he grabbed his undershirt and wiped the cum off himself,
feeling ashamed of what he'd just done.

   It wasn't the masturbation that bothered him, since he'd done it often
enough after the death of Patty; no, it was the fact that he'd been
thinking about the young girls that were his daughter's friends, and the
children of people he thought of as HIS friends, that had him upset with
himself.  He lay back in bed and tried to figure out what had happened to
cause him to act that way, but couldn't find an answer.  The memories of
what he'd seen of each of the girls kept crowding into his mind, and he
again masturbated himself to climax with the visions of them spurring him
on.  When he was done, he cleaned himself off with his shirt again.  After
he dumped it into his clothes hamper, he went to bed - but sleep was slow
in coming, and troubled when it arrived.

   A couple of days later, he noticed that Samantha seemed to be watching
him; when he asked her if there was anything on her mind, she surprised him
by asking him if he was okay.  Baffled why she would ask, he assured her
that he was, and and asked why she wanted to know.  Hesitantly, she told
him that when she started to do laundry that day, she'd found something on
one of his undershirts, and she didn't know what it was.  Horrified, he
realized that she was talking about the cum-soaked shirt he'd simply tossed
in his hamper.  But rather than tell her what it was, he said that he'd
spilled some shampoo in his bathroom, and used one of his shirts to wipe it
up - which seemed to settle things for her.

   When school ended, Jeff's place was a popular hangout - due to the
fairly large above-ground pool in the privacy-fenced back yard, and the
comfortable deck around half of it.  For the most part, Jeff left the girls
to themselves, though he'd occasionally stick his head out to make sure
they were okay.  One day, he was working from home and had gone into the
kitchen to get himself a cup of coffee.  Samantha came in to get drinks for
everyone, and casually mentioned that some of the girls had decided they
didn't want any tan lines showing under their blouses.  Jeff immediately
understood that meant that some of them had shed their bikini tops - an
image that had his cock stirring in his pants.  But all he said to Sam was
that they should be careful not to get a sunburn, and that he was going to
be working on his computer the rest of the afternoon - until shortly before
supper, he thought.  Samantha understood he what he was telling her, and
with her hands full of sodas, kissed him on the cheek before saying "Okay.
Thanks, Daddy!" and heading back outside.

   The following Saturday, Sam and another batch of girls were taking
advantage of the pool and deck, and Sam let him know that some of the girls
were getting rid of any tan lines.  He again cautioned them to be careful,
and said that he was going to spend the afternoon watching a baseball game
on TV - in the living room (which didn't have the view into the back yard
that the family room did).  Samantha just smiled and kissed him on the
cheek before going back out to join her friends.

   When the game had the seventh inning stretch, Jeff went into the kitchen
to get himself another beer - and found Sam's best friend, Yvonne, topless
as she was just starting to make something to drink for all of them.  His
obviously unexpected presence surprised her, and she released a small
squeak and turned away from him before busying herself with the various
ingredients she'd gotten together.  Jeff could see her ears darken as she
blushed, but he didn't say anything to her while he got himself the beer he
was after.  When he looked toward her again, he saw that she was starting
to make some instant lemonade.  He opened the freezer, got out a couple
trays of ice cubes, and put them in a bowl for her before refilling the
trays and putting them back in the freezer.  Blushing, she nodded her
thanks for his help before he told her "I think you'll find that if you
only use three quarters of the sugar they say on the package, and add a
tablespoon of lemon juice for each quart, it'll taste better - more like
real lemonade."

   She turned to look at him, and managed to give him an only slightly
embarrassed smile before saying "Thank you, Mr.  Davis.  I'll do that."

   He smiled back and told her not to get too much sun, then went back into
the living room.  Even though his eyes were on the TV, it was the sight of
Yvonne's breasts and nipples that Jeff saw for the rest of the game.

   After that brief encounter with Yvonne, Jeff noticed that it didn't take
long before the other girls - and even Samantha - became apparently
indifferent to whether or not he saw them topless.  By the end of the
summer, the girls that came over to use the pool were shedding their bikini
tops almost as soon as they were in the front door.  Jeff never overtly
stared, or did or said anything - but when they weren't looking, he took
every opportunity to check them out, and memorize what he saw.

   The attitudes of the girls that came over to swim in the daytime were
soon adopted by the ones that didn't; whenever it was Samantha's turn in
whatever sleepover rotation they had going, the ones involved were just as
casual, and the views he got were just as good - if not better.  A bikini,
even a small one, is still meant to cover certain portions of the female
anatomy in public; the alleged panties that most of the girls wore suffered
no such limitations.  So whenever Samantha was the hostess for the event,
Jeff had ample opportunity to see the girls in ways that he doubted even
their parents did.  And what he saw was carefully filed away in his mind
for use when he masturbated - something that was happening more and more
often, even though he didn't realize it.

   It was barely a week before school started again, and Samantha had
invited Yvonne to spend the night.  They had spent nearly the entire
evening sequestered in Sam's room, coming out only for supper and to get
something to drink or snack on.  When Jeff went to bed, Sam came out long
enough to kiss his cheek and wish him good night before closing her bedroom
door again.

   After he'd gone to sleep, Jeff started having a particularly vivid and
enjoyable dream about having sex.  Whoever the woman was that he was with
(he couldn't see her face in the dream), she was incredibly wet and tight
inside.  The sex started slow and luxurious, but it wasn't long before the
two of them were going at it like a couple of rabbits.  Every time it felt
like he was going to cum, they'd slow down or stop until the feeling
passed, then speed up again.  Still, there was no stopping the inevitable,
and he dreamed the woman started climaxing just before he started to cum in
her...

   And woke up to find that he was cumming: he was flat on his back, and
there was a female form on top of him with his dick spewing what felt like
quarts of his semen into her tight, wet pussy.

   The intensity of his climax was strong enough that the feeling prevented
him from doing anything but gasping in pleasure - at least, until he'd
finished emptying himself, when he finally saw that it was Yvonne that had
impaled herself on his manhood and brought him so much enjoyment.

   At the sight of her, his dick promptly wilted while visions of a prison
cell filled his thoughts.  He reached out and all but threw her off of him
before sitting up on the edge of the bed, facing away from her, as he began
to sweat and shake at the realization that he'd just fucked his daughter's
fifteen-year-old best friend.

   Behind him, he heard Yvonne ask "What's the matter, Mister Davis?  Did I
do something wrong?"

   He somehow found his voice, and answered "No, Yvonne, you didn't do
anything wrong - I did.  I shouldn't be having sex with with anyone as
young as you, and I'm sorry."

   He heard a soft, short laugh before she said "Mister David, you weren't
having sex with me - I was having sex with you!  I was the one on top,
remember?  And there's nothing for you to be sorry about - it was great!"

   Hearing her words, he realized that she HAD been the one on top - and
his mind promptly shifted from worrying about how he was going to manage in
prison, to wondering just what the hell she'd been doing there (aside from
the obvious).

   He finally gave in, and asked that very question:"Yvonne, what the hell
are you doing in here, anyway?"

   She giggled, and answered "Having sex with you, of course!  Or are you
asking me WHY I'm in here?"

   He felt himself blush at her answer, and responded to her question by
saying "Yes, I'm asking why you're in here.  Why aren't you in Sam's room,
sleeping?  What if Sam wakes up and sees you gone?  What am I supposed to
say to your parents?  What if you get pregnant?  How am I supposed to
explain all this?  What am I doing to do about Sam if I go to jail?"

   Finally realizing that he was seriously worried about the situation,
Yvonne told him "I'm not in Sam's room because I wanted to come in here and
be with you like this.  Sam already knows I'm in here; that's why we stayed
in her room so much - so I could tell her what I wanted to do, and why. 
You don't have to say anything to my parents; I broke my cherry last year
during a gym class, and my mom had a talk with me.  She told me that she
remembered what SHE felt when she was the same age, and that the only
reason she didn't start having sex sooner than she did was because she was
afraid of breaking her hymen.  She said that since mine had broken the way
it did, she knew that there wasn't anything stopping me from starting to
have sex any time I wanted; she just told me to be careful about who I was
with, and said that I could still come to her any time I wanted to.  A
couple of weeks later, we went to the gynecologist, and he fixed me up with
an IUD, so you don't have to worry about making me pregnant, either.  I
think she told Daddy, too, because the next day, he gave me a little hug
and told me that he would ALWAYS love me.  You're not going to jail and you
don't have to explain anything to anyone.  I came in here because I wanted
to, not because of anything you said or did - at least, not THAT way - and
I'm not going to tell anybody else what we did; well, what I did."

   Relieved that he wasn't likely to have gotten her pregnant, Jeff's
thoughts wrestled with the things she'd said about not having to explain
anything to anyone, and that she apparently had no interest in seeing him
in jail.  Several minutes went by before something Yvonne had said
percolated to the top of his thoughts.  When it did, he turned his bedside
lamp on, and went to Samantha's room while still naked.  He rapped on her
door a few times before saying "Sam?  I think you need to come to my room.
We need to have a talk." With that, he went back to his bedroom where
Yvonne had moved to sit up.  He didn't bother putting anything on before
hesitantly taking a position with his back against the headboard and his
legs stuck out in front of him.  From the expression on her face, Yvonne
knew something serious was going on, but curiously not worried about it.

   When his daughter came into his bedroom a minute later, she was naked;
apparently, she'd figured that since Yvonne was almost certainly undressed,
she'd do the same in support of her friend.

   Jeff couldn't help noticing that Samantha had a small narrow wedge of
dark pubic hair covering the mound of her pubis; and from the look of it,
it was thick and soft, just as her mother's had been.  He managed to derail
the train of thought that he knew would have his dick waving in the air. 
Instead, he gestured that Sam should take a seat on the bed, too.  She did,
sitting demurely near Yvonne who had shifted to sit cross-legged.  Whether
she was indifferent to the view she was giving him, or using it as an
attempt to put him off-balance, Jeff wasn't sure - and with an effort of
will, promptly ignored it as best he could.

   As he gathered his thoughts, he looked from one girl to the other; both
looked back at him calmly, without fear or visible nervousness.  He let his
mind wander off to try and figure out why for a bit before dragging his
thoughts back to the matter at hand.

   When he was ready, he told them "I have to tell you - BOTH of you - that
what happened here tonight was not something that needs to be repeated. 
For your information, it is illegal for me to have sex with girls under a
certain age; and that age is some years ahead of either of you.  If anyone
- ANYONE!  - found out about it, it's highly likely that I would find
myself in jail or prison.  If that happened, I would not only lose my job,
of course, but I would lose this house and everything else I have trying to
pay for lawyers.  Worst of all, though, is that you, Samantha, would be
taken away from me, and be sent to some foster home if you were lucky, or
someplace worse if you weren't.  The only time we might be able to even SEE
each other would be through a thick piece of glass - IF they were nice
enough to even let you visit me in jail or prison.  They certainly wouldn't
let me hug you, or hold you, or kiss you, or even touch you."

   "Yvonne, I've known you and your parents since you were in Brownies
together with Sam.  I don't have any reason to think that you were lying to
me about whether or not I have to say or explain anything to them.  What I
don't think you understand is that if they DID find out, then they would
almost certainly have to go to the police and try to have me put in jail,
no matter what you told them.  They'd have to do that because they would be
under a lot of social and public pressure.  That you figured you had to
come in here while I was asleep tells me that you know what you did isn't
something that pretty much anybody would understand; and it's for that same
reason that your mom and dad would have to do something they might not want
to otherwise.  Yes, I'll admit that I liked it, as you know - but it is NOT
something you should have done."

   "Samantha, at this point, I have to say that I'm very surprised and even
a little disappointed that you would not only agree to what Yvonne wanted
to do, but actually help her.  Honey, you know that I love you, and I would
gladly do anything I could to make you happy.  I hope you don't think that
I'm angry with you, or that I'm trying to make you feel guilty; I'm not. 
I'm just trying to get you to understand that I think you've made a big
mistake.  We've talked enough times that I thought you understood that I
think sex should be something special, and that you thought of it that way,
too.  I'm sure you had reasons for what you did; I just don't think they
were very GOOD reasons, right now."

   To both of them he said "Now, I'm not upset about what happened tonight
just because of the legal reasons I told you about first, or even just the
things I said to each of you.  The main thing that bothers me about it is
something I have to think about as a parent.  I know sometimes all of you
think I'm some kind of old man that worries about things he doesn't have
to, and that sometimes I tell you you can't do something you want - or tell
you you have to do something you don't - just because I'm being mean.  What
you don't completely understand yet is that there's a whole WORLD of
difference between how you can think about things when you're the daughter,
and when you're the parent.  I want you to think for a second about how
much differently YOU think about things than younger kids do...  and now I
want you to think about how much differently a parent has to think - and
why."

   He saw the expressions on their faces change after a few seconds, and
went on "Us parents, we're completely responsible for everything about you.
When you're just little babies, WE'RE responsible for making sure you stay
fed, and warm, and healthy; and we're the ones that change your diapers
because you aren't old enough to use a toilet.  Then, when you start
growing up, we're the ones that hold you up while you learn how to walk -
and comfort you when you fall down.  After you get older, and you start
playing and you fall down and skin your knee or get hurt, we're the ones
that try to make it feel better, even though it hurts us in our hearts to
see you in pain.  And the whole time, we're the ones that take care of as
much as we can so you can just be kids, and have fun.  And we do all that
because we love you so very, very much."

   He took a breath and continued "Finally, when you get old enough that
you're able to start thinking about things for yourselves, and making
decisions, we're still there; loving you and trying to help you LEARN how
to think and make those decisions.  But the same way you know more at
fifteen than you did when you were five, WE know even more than you do. 
That means that we know, and have to think about, things that you aren't
aware of yet.  You literally don't know that you don't know - just like you
didn't know about the trouble I could get in because Yvonne came in here
tonight.  So while YOU thought it was okay, I already knew that it wasn't.
Not just because of the things I told you about, but because I also know
that as grown up and mature as you believe you are, the way you think
hasn't completely grown up any more than your bodies have.  Us parents, we
want you to grow up and learn how to make decisions for yourselves, because
we love you.  But we also love you enough that we try to help you from
making decisions that we already KNOW will hurt you - maybe not physically,
or right away, but still hurt you.  So we're always trying to walk along
this line between loving you too much THIS way, and loving your too much
THAT way; either side, and we're not helping you grow up to have the kind
of life we want for you - and both ways, we're still loving you too much.
Sure, sometimes we love you so much that we can't see it when you ARE as
grown up as you tell us; when you become parents, you'll understand that
you ALWAYS see your kids as being younger than they really are."

   That got a brief smile from each of them before he finished "Anyway,
what I'm telling you is that if you want to show us parents you're as
mature as you want us to think, then you need to let us know that you've
REALLY thought about what happens 'after', and you've considered the 'what
happens IF' things, and stuff like that.  To give you an example that
applies to what happened tonight, did either of you think about the
possibility that I might have an STD?  Or did you just assume that I
didn't?"

   The looks on horror on both their faces told him the answer.  Jeff
deliberately let them sit and stew for several seconds before he told them
"You can close your mouths, now - I don't.  But that's an example of just
thinking you're old enough for something, and actually BEING old enough. 
Now, I've had my say, and told you what was on my mind about all of this.
If you want, I'm willing to give you a chance to tell me what was on YOUR
minds."

   The two of them looked at each other for a few seconds before Yvonne
told him "That first time you saw me without my suit top on, in the
kitchen, you didn't say or do anything.  I mean, you didn't like look at
me, or try to touch me.  You just got some ice for me, and then told me how
I could make the lemonade stuff better.  After you left, I thought you were
being pretty cool about it.  Then, after that, when all of us started going
around with our tits showing almost all the time we were here, you were
still relaxed about it.  I know you must have looked at us, but you were
nice and polite about it; you didn't stare or anything.  So when I decided
I wanted to find out what sex was like, I decided I wanted to do it with
you first.  I figured that as nice as you were being about all of us
running around half naked, you'd be okay about it."

   She took a deep breath, and looked down at the bed as she said "I guess
- no, I know - that I was being selfish.  I mean, I just thought about how
much I wanted to find out what sex was like, and I really didn't think
about anything else.  I thought that the only reason you wouldn't want to
be with me like that was because I'm Sam's friend, or because you know my
parents; that's why I decided to come in here after you were asleep.  I
thought that if you woke up before we were done, it would be okay because
it was me that came in here.  I never even thought about anything else,
like you said - not about that you might, uh, have something, or that you
could get in trouble or anything."

   She raised her head up to look at him again, and her voice was steady
when she told him "I know the way I did it was wrong, and that I didn't
think about it the way I know I SHOULD have.  But I'm not sorry it
happened, either.  After my cherry broke in gym, I knew that I couldn't go
back to being a virgin again - and I was sorry and glad about it at the
same time.  I was sorry because I'd never get to know what it would be like
to give a special part of me to someone I cared about; but I was glad
because it meant that I didn't have to worry about getting hurt the first
time.  Now I know what it's like to have a guy inside me, and I like it - a
lot.  But I don't like it so much that I want to start having sex with just
anybody, either.  I know there's more to sex than just what we did, and I
want to learn about it.  Not all at once, or necessarily everything, but I
still want to learn - from someone that I can trust not to do anything to
hurt me, and that will care about me.  I'm really, really sorry that I came
in here the way I did; but if I could do over, and do it right, I'd still
want to be with you because of the way you've always treated me.  And if
you'd let me, I'd be glad to have sex with you, and have you teach me.  I
know it's asking a lot after what I already did, but I hope you can forgive
me and give me a chance to show you that I really am grown up enough for
it, and be with you again."

   Having said her piece, Yvonne got up from the bed and walked around the
end of it for the door.  Halfway there, she stopped, then came over and
gave Jeff a soft kiss on the cheek before telling him "Good night, Mister
Davis." Then she turned around again and left; a few moments later, Jeff
could hear the door to Samantha's room close.

   When her friend was gone, Jeff could see the misery on his daughter's
face, and knew that she needed to be comforted.  Despite the fact that he
was all too aware of her nakedness, he still gestured that she should come
and sit on his lap.  She readily did so, and he put his arms around her and
held her to his chest as she started talking to him.

   "I'm sorry if I hurt you, Daddy.  I really didn't mean to."

   He gave her a gentle hug and said "No, honey, you didn't hurt me.  Like
I said, I'm just surprised and a little disappointed, is all."

   She looked up at him before saying "But Daddy, I do think sex is
something special!  For as long as I can remember, you've always slept here
at night, so I don't think you've been able to really be with any women or
anything since Mommy died.  You told me you spilled your shampoo that time
I found stuff on your shirt; but since then I've still found your shirts a
few times when I did laundry, and I really didn't think you were spilling
that much shampoo.  I didn't understand about it until the end of the sex
education class we had before school ended.  It was when they told us about
how a man ejaculates when I realized that the stuff I was finding on some
of your shirts was your semen.  Then I figured that you were masturbating,
and I didn't think you'd be doing that if you were able to have sex.  I
know how good it feels when I touch myself, and I figure that if sex is
even better, then you'd only do that if you weren't able to have sex.  I
love you, Daddy, and I thought that if Yvonne came in here, it WOULD be
special for you."

   Sam lowered her head again, and couldn't see the embarrassment Jeff felt
at knowing his daughter not only knew about his jerking off, but felt sorry
for him about it.  After a moment, she went on to tell him "Really, Daddy,
I thought it would be okay.  I didn't know about that other stuff like
jail, and Yvonne really had to talk to me for a long time before I was sure
about her coming in here.  I mean, she'd my best friend, and I didn't
anything bad to happen to her - that's how I kind of understand what you
were saying to us about having to watch out for someone.  Her folks aren't
the same way with her like you are with me, so I kind of felt like I had to
be the one to watch out for her so she didn't do something wrong and get
hurt.  Except that neither one of us was as grown up as we thought we were,
and it turned out wrong anyway."

   Jeff kissed the top of his daughter's head and told her "Sam, I don't
doubt for a second that you had the best intentions, or that your reasons
were good, or that you were trying to help Yvonne AND me.  You heard her,
and she DID like what we did; and what she did with me made ME feel good,
too - better than I have for a long time.  I just need you to understand
that even though you had the 'who' and 'why' right in your heart, it was
the 'how' and 'when' in your thinking that you made a mistake."

   She was silent for a moment, then asked "So you're not mad at me or
anything?"

   He gave her a hug and answered "No, I'm not mad at you or anything."

   He held her for another minute or so before telling her "It's late, and
you still need to get up tomorrow so we can get you ready for school. 
Bedtime - again!", accompanied by a soft slap on her butt.  She giggled as
she still sometimes did, and got off his lap.  She turned around and kissed
him on the cheek before saying "I love you, Daddy.  Good night."

   "I love you, too, dear" he answered before she left to go back to her
room.

   When he heard her door close, Jeff got up and went to close his own
bedroom door before going in to take a quick shower to get his and Yvonne's
dried juices cleaned off.  When he was ready to get back into bed, he saw
that there was a large wet spot where Yvonne had sat.  He considered
changing the sheets, then decided that since the wet place was on the other
side, it could wait until the next morning.

   Jeff hadn't responded to what Yvonne told him before she left him and
Samantha alone to talk - but that didn't mean that he hadn't heard her, or
that he wasn't thinking about what she'd said.

   The next time Yvonne spent the night with Sam, she didn't park herself
in his lap, or try to vamp him, or do anything other than simply make it
clear to him that she was willing if or when HE was.

   Jeff's conscience wrestled with his desire, and after it had lost two
out of three, he casually approached Yvonne's mother at the next Girl Scout
meeting.  After phrasing a question as something HE was thinking about, he
was able to get a pretty darn good idea of how mature SHE thought Yvonne
was, and what she thought about the idea of Yvonne having sex.  The answers
surprised him, and triggered another series of debates in his mind.

   He dragged things out arguing with himself for as long as he could.  It
was in early October when Yvonne was staying the night, and he went into
the kitchen to get a cup of coffee and found her getting bottles of juice
for herself and Sam.  She gave him a brief look when he came into the
kitchen, but didn't say anything as she took a couple bottles of drink out
of the fridge.  When she turned around, he cleared his throat and told her
"If you still think you want to, uh, learn anything from me, I guess it's
okay.  If you changed your mind, that's okay, too."

   Her only visible response was that her eyes got big and she managed to
nod her head before hurrying out of the kitchen.

   Jeff didn't see much more of either Yvonne or Sam the rest of the
evening, except for brief glances of them as one or the other made the
occasional foray into the kitchen.  When it was time for bed, he knocked on
the door to Sam's bedroom and reminded the girls that they still had school
the next day before going into his own bedroom and closing the door behind
him.  He'd only gotten a couple of buttons on his shirt undone when he
heard a soft knock.  His heart was pounding as he went to see who it was;
he both afraid and anxious that it would be Yvonne.  When he opened the
door, it was her, wearing only her panties and looking to be as nervous as
he felt.  His last token effort at quieting his conscience was to open the
door farther and step aside - leaving it up to Yvonne to take the final
literal and figurative step into his bedroom.

   She took that step, and a couple more, coming to a halt when she was
just a couple of feet from his bed and then turning around.  The two of
them looked at each other nervously for a couple of seconds before Jeff
closed the door and moved to stand in front of her.

   Looking into her eyes, he told her "I really had to think about all of
this before I decided it would be okay.  Well, as okay as it can be, right
now.  You said that you wanted to have sex with somebody that would teach
you, but not push things.  I'm willing to teach, but it's going to be up to
YOU to make things happen.  I'm not going to come and get you to be in my
bed; if you want to be here, you have to get in it yourself.  I'm not going
to start grabbing you or touching you or trying to have sex with you; if
you want me to do any of those things, it's up to you to let me know.  I'm
not going to try to do all of the things with you that I know two people
CAN do; if there's something you want to do, or want ME to do, you have to
say so.  I understand that you don't know what you don't know, so I'm going
to tell you that I'll answer any questions you have the best I know how; if
I don't know the answer, I'll say so, find out what it is, and tell you. 
You can stop this any time by simply telling me that you want it to stop. I
won't get mad, I won't be hurt, and I won't do anything to try and change
your mind.  But I won't let it start again, either, so that means it's up
to you to make sure that's what you want.  You know what can happen if
anyone finds out what we do.  I'm not worried about me, but I hope you'll
always remember what would happen to Samantha, and what it would do to
her."

   He took a deep breath and continued "I hope I'm not sounding like I
don't want to be with you, or like I'm trying to lay down a bunch of rules,
or anything.  I just need to be sure you know that us being together, and
whatever happens with us, is because that's what YOU decided, not because I
said or did anything to make it happen.  Even though I liked what happened
last time, and I'd like for us to be able to be together like that, I'm
still an adult and you're still only fifteen.  That means that even if my
heart and body want something, there's still a big part of my brain still
telling me I'm doing something wrong, even if the 'smart' part of it is
telling me it's okay."

   Yvonne waited a bit to make sure he was done before she answered "I
really listened to what you told us that night - about what it means to be
an adult, and a parent.  And I thought about it a LOT; I mean really
thought about it - 'specially what you said about adults thinking about the
what-if stuff, and what happens after.  And that just made me understand
even more that when I came in here that night, I wasn't being as grown up
as I thought I was.  So I really, truly DO understand why you had to say
the stuff you just did, about everything being up to me, and the rest of
it. I've started thinking about the things MY parents say and do, and I'm
starting to get an idea of what it must be like for them - and you!  -
having kids.  My little brother is only eight, and sometimes I understand
WHY they tell him some of the things they do; but until you talked to us
that night, I didn't understand that the same way they were watching out
for him, they were trying to watch out for ME, too - except that I'm old
enough to think about SOME of the things that he just doesn't yet.  When I
thought about what you said, I finally realized that the same way it wasn't
right when my little brother got upset when they had to tell him something
and he didn't understand why, it wasn't right for ME to be like that,
either, because they were doing the exact same thing.  Except that it's
worse for them when I do it, because they know that I am old enough to
understand why - WHEN I act mature enough to think about it the way they
know I can.  It's like the Parent part of you that makes you automatically
try to protect us is telling you that it isn't right to be having sex with
someone my age, while the other part that you use to think about what you
want us to learn and how to raise us is saying something else.  What you're
doing is telling me that by having ME be the one to make things happen
between us, you're kind of telling that instinctive part to shut up so the
other part can actually DO something insted of just listening to the
bitching and screaming."

   Jeff couldn't help smiling at her entirely too apt description of what
had been going on in his mind before she went on "No, I don't think you
sound like you don't want us to be together, or that you're trying to put a
bunch of rules or anything in the way.  Once I really thought about it, I
realized that I could have gotten myself into a LOT of trouble by coming in
here that way, and it REALLY scared me.  But because I DID think about it
the way I should have, now I'm even more sure that I really do want to
learn about sex from you.  I'm not going to come over here just for that,
or want to have sex with you, like, all the time.  But I AM sure about what
I want, and why; and I'm glad you decided you're willing to be with me like
this."

   When it became clear that neither of them had anything else 'formal' to
say, Yvonne took Jeff at his word about it being up to her to make clear
what she wanted - by stepping in front of him and making it clear she
wanted him naked by starting to remove his clothing.  First his shirt, then
his undershirt, were removed and draped across the back of a chair.  His
belt buckle and the fastening of his pants gave her a little trouble; but
she was able to deal with them, and slide his pants down his legs before
carefully putting them on the seat of the chair where his other clothes
were.  He could see that she was a little nervous when she reached out for
the waist of his undershorts, but they were soon keeping his pants company.
After she'd gotten his socks off, she just tossed them on the floor in
front of the chair.

   Standing up again, she took a couple of steps back before slipping her
thumbs under the waistband of her panties, and slipped them down to her
ankles.  She carefully lifted one foot out of them, and used the other to
flip them over next to the chair where Jeff's clothes were.  Once she'd
done that, she simply stood there in front of him, clearly inviting him to
look at her, just as she was looking at him.

   Jeff did look at her, and quickly realized that the carefully memorized
glimpses he'd gotten of her before simply hadn't done her justice.  Her
shoulder-length light brown hair was slightly curly, and kept tucked behind
her delicate ears; she had a wide face with beautiful brown eyes, a small,
straight nose, and slightly full pink lips that he could barely wait to
kiss.  Her complexion was clean and clear, and she stood tall in front of
him at what he figured was a meter and a half in height.  She had slender,
but not thin, shoulders and arms; her slightly small breasts stood firm and
proud on her chest.  Each was capped by a small light brown areola and
(visibly erect) nipple.  Below them, her belly was trim, with only the
slight bulge at her abdomen that most women seemed to have.  Lower still,
he could see that her bush was larger than he'd expected; she obviously
kept it trimmed, since her panties had completely covered it.  Her pubic
hair was only slightly darker than what was on her head, and looked like it
was somewhat thick.  It flowed down between her thighs, but he could see a
slightly part where he knew her vaginal lips must be.  Her legs looked
amazingly long, nicely curved, and obviously strong and firm.

   When his eyes got back to her face, he could see that she'd finished her
examination of him; with a a smile on her face, she turned to face away
from him so he could look at the rest of her, too.  As nice as she looked
from that side, too, it didn't take him long to decide that her ass
desperately needed to be sculpted by the finest artist in the world:
rounded, but not bulbous or 'bubble-y', he just knew that it was firm and
smooth.

   When she turned around again, he smiled at her - both thanking her for
letting him look, and to let her know that he liked what he saw.  After a
moment, he realized that she was waiting for him to reciprocate; he soon
moved to do so, doing so for what he estimated was the same amount of time.
When he was facing her again, she gave him the same smile, for what he knew
were the same reasons.

   He waited to see what was next, and when Yvonne remembered her 'duty' a
few seconds later, she calmly stepped forward and took his hand to lead him
to the bed.  She hesitated only the briefest of moments before her soft
touch let him know that she wanted him to lie down on his back; it wasn't a
second after he'd done so that she was next to him, on her side.

   She moved close enough that he could feel her pubic hair softly brushing
his hip before she bent her knee so that her thigh and calf were resting on
his leg; she leaned against him and put her hand on his chest as she tucked
her head into his shoulder.  Once she was situated and comfortable, she
quietly told him "I DO want to learn about sex with you.  But I'm nervous
and kind of afraid, too - because I want it to mean something.  I mean,
I've seen animals before, and what they have is just sex: they fuck, the
boy animal cums, and they're done.  What I want is more than that, even
though that part of it feels good, too.  It doesn't have to be forever, or
anything like that; I just want whoever I'm with to care about me more than
the boy animal does, and to think about me when we're NOT together.  You
know what I mean?"

   Jeff put his arm around her and gave her a gentle hug before he answered
"Yeah, I know exactly what you mean.  When I first met Sam's mom, I felt
that way about her: I thought about her all the time, even when we weren't
together.  I'd see a flower, and think that SHE would like it; or I'd be
walking someplace, and know that SHE'D like to be walking then and there,
too.  Patty and me, we didn't actually do anything more kiss and make out a
little until we'd known each other for almost a year; even then, it was
several months before we actually went all the way.  But once we HAD gone
that far, I don't think that we ever just had sex.  We loved each other,
more than I think either of us thought we COULD love someone.  But we loved
each other like that all the time; so when we were physical with each
other, we were using our bodies to express what was in our hearts - and
that made it something even MORE special.  A lot of people, they like
someone, and that person likes them, and the two of them have sex.  It's
more than the 'just' sex animals have, because they like each other, and
they'll still be together sometimes even when they aren't having sex.  And
because they're having sex, which feels pretty good as you know, they'll
start hanging out together even more; and they might learn to like each
other more, so they start having more sex, and hanging out more, and so on.
Sometimes, they'll decide that they want to spend their lives together and
maybe have kids.  Somewhere long the line, the sex part of it stops being
the reason that they stay together; what happens is that they realize that
they ARE thinking about each other even when they aren't together, and that
each of them cares about the other one whether they're having sex, or not.
When that happens, it's called love."

   He felt her start to say something, and quickly interrupted to say "I'm
not saying that all love is the same, or that love is an is-or-isn't kind
of thing.  Anyone can have different kinds of love, and have it in
different amounts.  I'll bet that YOU don't love your brother the same WAY
that you love your parents, and that you don't love your grandparents the
same AMOUNT that you love your mom and dad."

   She lay there quietly for a few moments before saying "You're right, I
don't love everyone in my family the same way, or as much.  But what does
that have to do with me wanting having sex to MEAN something?"

   "What it has to do with it is that whether you realized it or not, you
were saying that you want someone you're willing to have sex with to care
about you - to love you, even if it isn't the same big love that a husband
and wife have.  Animals can't love; at least, not the way people mean it,
so that's why they have 'just' sex.  Sometimes, people have a love like me
and Sam's mom did, and what we had was kind of the opposite of 'just' sex.
Most of the time, it's somewhere in between.  So when you tell me that you
want sex to mean something, I know that you want someone to love you even
when you aren't having sex with them.  And that's part of why I had such a
hard time with being with you like this - because I didn't want to have
'just' sex with you."

   She considered that for a bit before tilting her head to look at him and
ask "You're saying that you love me because you're willing to have sex with
me?"

   He smiled at her and answered "No, you've got it exactly backwards.  I'm
willing to have sex with you because I love you.  And before you go off on
me, no, I don't mean the big get married kind.  Remember, there's different
kinds and different degrees of love.  The love I feel for you is the kind
where I don't want to see you get hurt, and hope you're happy, and stuff
like that.  And how much of it I feel is that I'm only willing to have sex
with you BECAUSE I love you the WAY I do."

   He could see that she was a little confused, and he explained "The love
I feel for you is kind of like what I feel about Samantha, and not as
MUCH."

   He could see that he'd phrased it in a way she could deal with before
she lowered her head to his shoulder again.  He continued to hold her, and
after a bit she told him "Okay, I understand, I think.  You love me kinda
like you do Sam because we're the same age and everything; and you don't
love me as much because she's your daughter, and I'm not.  Because you love
me different than her, you don't have to love me as much to be willing to
have sex with me.  It's kind of the same as about my Gramma and Grandpa -
it's okay that I don't love them as much as my Mom and Dad, because I love
them differently."

   "Yeah, that's pretty much the idea" he answered, before giving her
another gentle hug.

   Talking to her like that had done wonders to settle Jeff's mind, and he
had relaxed enough that he was perfectly willing to just lie there and hold
her as long as she wanted.  They stayed like that for a minute or two when
he heard her say "I'm glad that it won't be 'just' sex with us.  Now I want
you to love me" before she rolled onto her back, and turned her head to
look at him.

   Jeff rolled over onto his side, and propped himself up on his elbow so
that he could look down at her.  He could easily tell that while she was a
little nervous, she was even more certain, about what she wanted them to
do. He gently put his hand on her belly - apparently surprising her that it
didn't end up on her breast - and lowered his head to place a soft kiss on
her forehead.  She looked up at him in curiosity, and he told her "I'm not
worried about touching you when we're like this.  But this is our first
time together, and I just wanted to show you that you don't have to be
nervous.  I don't want to rush you, any more than you want to BE rushed. 
Just now, you said you wanted me to love you - and that's I what I want to
do, too: LOVE you.  The last thing I want to do is hurt you, in ANY way. 
You said that you want me to teach you about sex, and that's what I'm going
to do; but I'm going to teach you about love, too, if you'll let me.  To do
that, I'm going to want to show you that love can be shown in a lot of
different ways; and you're going to have to learn how to accept love, and
give it back.  Okay?"

   Reassured, and visibly affected by what he'd just told her, Yvonne
looked up at him and nodded her head.  Jeff smiled tenderly at her, and
lowered his head again to kiss her softly on the lips before saying "You
want me to teach you, and I don't want to rush you - so until I'm sure
what's right for YOU, you're going to be the one to decide how fast we go.
I'm not going to be mad or upset with you, no matter what; all I want to do
is what's right for you, and you're the one that tells ME what that is. 
You don't have to say it in words - I'm just going to do what you tell me
is okay by what YOU do."

   With that, he lowered his body a little so he'd be more comfortable, and
touched his lips to Yvonne's - and doing so in a way that made it clear to
her that she decided what kind of kiss it was, and how long it went.

   She decided that the kiss should be gentle and affectionate - and
chaste. When he felt her lips pull back slightly from his, Jeff readily let
it end and raised his head slightly so he could look into Yvonne's eyes. 
What he saw was a mix of slight relief (that he really wasn't going to
push), satisfaction (that she had the basic kissing part right), surprise
(that he really was letting her set the pace), and anticipation (of how
much better she thought things were going to get).  When her eyes closed,
and her lips started to pucker again, Jeff gladly met her lips with his. 
The second kiss lasted longer, and she got considerably more 'involved' in
it - and Jeff just as willingly let it end when she wanted it to.  Her eyes
looked deep into his own, and after a second or so, she seemed to find what
she was looking for: he could see a slight change in the way she looked at
him.

   When she indicated she was ready, they kissed again.  Her lips were
firmer on his, and she put more feeling into it, giving him an idea of what
feelings and desires and emotions were running through her.  Their lips
stayed locked together far longer than Jeff really expected they would; he
was putting as much of himself into it as she was, and he hadn't thought
that she would be quite that enthusiastic so soon.  But he was easily as
willing for it to go on as she was - and when it was over, he just as
willingly accepted that, too.

   When he looked into her face, he could see that Yvonne's face was
slightly flushed - and that she was probably as surprised as he was at the
duration of what they'd just done, and the enthusiasm she'd put into it. 
Again, her eyes searched his face and seemed to find what she was after;
looking into his eyes, she said "I've kissed boys before, but it was never
anything like that.  Does really caring about someone - loving them - make
THAT much difference?"

   He gave her a small, gentle smile before he answered "It does if both of
them care about, and love, each other.  Not so much about what's on the
outside, or what they think or hope they'll be able to do together, but
when they're interested in what's inside the other person - what's in their
heart, and...  soul, I guess you could say."

   "You care about me that way?  About what's in my heart, and soul?"

   Jeff raised his eyebrows, and answered "Of course.  Didn't I already
tell you that I love you?"

   Yvonne looked up at him and answered "Yeah, you did.  I just didn't
realize that you meant it that much, or that way - or that it would make
THAT much difference."

   He touched his lips to the tip of her nose before he said "I said that I
wanted to teach you about love, if you'd let me.  You're getting your first
lesson, now.  Do you want to find out just how MUCH I can love you?"

   "Oh, yes!"

   With that, Jeff was the one to initiate their kiss - but it was Yvonne
that started it moving toward becoming as loving and affectionate and long
as it turned out to be before they had to come up for air.

   Yvonne gasped "Go ahead and move your hand - I WANT you touch me!"
before pulling Jeff into another kiss - one that started loving, and
graduated into passionate in less than a minute.  While that was happening,
he began to follow her instructions by letting his hand start softly
caressing her, starting with her belly and gradually expanding his touch
until it included nearly her entire body - but not her breasts, or the area
between her thighs.

   He wasn't sure if the next several minutes constituted on really long
kiss, or several shorter ones: while the pressure waxed and waned several
times, their lips never lost contact.  Toward the end of it, Yvonne's mouth
opened slightly, and her tongue came out to make a fleeting first contact
with Jeff's lips.  Their kiss ended before she did it again, but soon after
they started kissing again, she repeated it - and Jeff reciprocated.  That
seemed to be all the encouragement she needed, and it wasn't but a second
before she opened her mouth and let her tongue come out to play.  Jeff's
tongue introduced itself to hers, and the two played a brief game of tag
before starting to dance in each other's mouths.

   It was the start of their deep kissing that Jeff had been waiting for;
when Yvonne opened her mouth to his, he finally included her breasts in the
parts of her body that he touched.  The first time his hand cupped her
half-orange sized breasts, she softly moaned into his mouth while he felt
her hardening nipple begin to press into his palm.  He let his hand softly
squeeze her breast, and found it to be delightfully firm even as his
fingertips told him how warm and smooth it was.  Once he'd fully savored
the feel of her young mammary in his hand, he began running his thumb
across its nipple, teasing it to even greater length and hardness as he
felt her areola tighten in sympathy.  It took only a couple of minutes
before he had that small tan protrusion at full extension; he then shifted
his attention to the other side of her chest, and repeated his efforts. 
When he'd completely aroused the peak of that mound, he went back to the
first and restored it to its full glory.  Then he returned to its mate to
do the same thing.  Back and forth he went, until both of Yvonne's breasts
were capped by the crinkled surfaces of her areolas supporting her hardened
nipples.

   By the time they reached that point, their kissing had ended.  Not so
much because they wanted it to, but out of necessity: Yvonne's arousal had
increased to the point that her moans and panting and other noises simply
made it impossible for her to continue.  But that didn't mean that all the
kissing had stopped.  Jeff still applied his lips to her - kissing her
face, gently nibbling her earlobes and 'milking' them with his lips,
kissing her throat, and softly 'biting' her from her neck to the point of
each shoulder with his lips.

   So when Jeff's hand resumed its travels, there was only one part of her
left for him to bring to full, quivering life; when his fingertips softly
traced a line along the inside of one of her thighs, she parted them for
him and moaned as she raised her hips - presenting it to him to do with as
he wished.

   Even so, he didn't immediately begin to plunder her treasure.  Rather,
he continued to gently stroke the insides of her firm, smooth thighs with
feather-light touches, increasing her passion and desire even more.  Only
when he heard her whimper in frustrated arousal did he touch the source of
the heady aroma he'd long since detected.

   His first contact with her mons was simply to cup it with his hand,
delighting in the softness of her pubic thatch for several moments before
slowly tracing his fingers upwards through its thickness, and then back
again until his middle finger was lying along the furrow of her femininity.
Slowly and gently, he curled his finger to draw it ever so slightly between
the small, thin petals of her labia until it came into faint contact with
the exposed nubbin of her clitoris.  As faint and fleeting as that contact
was, it was still enough to draw a soft moan of pleasure from Yvonne as she
arched her hips up in response.

   Jeff uncurled his finger again, mirroring his previous actions - but
with the slight exception of allowing his fingertip to dip a trifle deeper
between her vaginal lips.  He repeated the cycle several more times, each
journey marginally farther into her cleft - until, finally, he felt the hot
wetness of the entrance to her womanhood.

   Patiently, he kissed his way down her throat and into her cleavage, then
sideways and up until he could take one of her small, hard nipples into his
mouth and begin sucking on it; only then did he let the touch of his
fingertip on her opening change into a slight pressure so that he could
begin to trying to slide it into her young core.  Moving the end of his
digit around in the wetness between her vaginal lips, he was able to
lubricate it well enough that it took little effort for him to slip it
through the tight ring of her opening as she pressed herself against it in
welcome and encouragement.  Once through, it was only a minutes time before
he was able to slowly slide its entire length in and out of her as she
loudly moaned her pleasure at the dual stimulation of his mouth on her
breast and his hand between her thighs.

   When he could feel that she was easily taking the one finger, he
switched his lips to her other breast before starting the process of adding
a second.  Loathe to hurt her, he moved slowly and gently; he readily
transferred his oral attentions back and forth between her breasts to
stimulate her as much as possible during the process.  Finally, it was
done: accompanied by her deep groan of pleasure, he was able to slip his
middle and ring fingers all the way into her.

   As incredibly tight as she'd been around him that night, Jeff knew that
he needed to make sure Yvonne was thoroughly stretched inside if she was
going to be anywhere NEAR comfortable with him as an active partner.  He
also knew that it would help if she were as wet and relaxed as he could get
her before he tried to fit his man-sized cock into her mid-teen vagina.  So
he kept his fingers in her as much as possible, moving them around to try
and help her adjust, as he used the palm of his hand to apply a rhythmic
pressure against the bump of her clitoris that he could feel.  It didn't
take him long to find a speed and pressure and pattern that seemed to suit
her: in only a couple of minutes, she was making all manner of pleased
sounds as she whipped her head back and forth in her rapidly increasing
passion.  A few minutes more, and she suddenly froze and began making a
high, keening sound as he felt her vaginal muscles clamp down on him - hard
- before they began the spasming he knew was her orgasm.  Even as Yvonne's
young body was going through the throes of pleasure, Jeff continued sucking
and gently biting her breasts and nipples while he tried to move his
fingers inside her as best he could, so that her orgasm would be as strong
as he could make it - and leaving her as relaxed as possbile for what was
next.
When it was over for her, she just lay there, stunned by what she'd just
gone through - giving him the opportunity to rescue his hopefully undamaged
fingers.  Once he was satisfied that they still worked, he eagerly slipped
them into his mouth so he could taste her essence; he was looking forward
to the opportunity to teaching her the pleasure available at having someone
using their mouth on her.  He discovered that her oils were light and thin,
with a flavor that was both sweet and musky at the same time.  At that
particular moment, what he wanted to do more than anything else was to park
his head between her thighs and eat her young snatch for, say, a couple of
years.  But he knew that before they could get to that point, he had to
help get her past the only-fucking stage - which wasn't really all that bad

of a job, he judged, with an inward smile.

   By the time he'd properly cleaned his fingers of Yvonne's oils - that
is, left nothing but the memory behind - Jeff saw that she was getting
herself back together again.  He had started to caress her body again when
he commented "I'm guessing that felt pretty good for you?", with a grin.

   Her eyes got the size of saucers before she replied "That was way better
than 'pretty good'!  I mean, when I was in here that first time, I had an
orgasm that was stronger than anything I ever felt before, but it wasn't
anything compared to THAT!"

   He smiled at her, and asked "Was that enough, or do you want more?"

   With that question, she looked down to see that his penis was fully
erect and resting on her thigh.  She blinked a couple of times, and he saw
her nipples re-erect before she looked up at him in eager anticipation and
gasped "Oh, god, yes!"

   He lifted himself up, and Yvonne quickly moved her legs so that he'd
have room between them.  It took only a moment for him to get himself
positioned with his hard cock laying on the soft mat of her pubis.  When he
reached between them to take hold of himself, she raised her knees and
spread her thighs even farther.  He eased himself back a little and slid
the head of his penis up and down between her labia a few times to wet it
with her oils as she closed her eyes and moaned at the contact.  When he
was ready, he carefully positioned himself against her opening; when she
felt him gently pressing against her, her eyes opened and she looked up at
him to say "Just to make it clear, I want you to do this.  I want you to
put that thing in me, and fill me up with it.  I want to feel you moving in
me, and fucking me.  I want to feel it when you cum, and squirt your juice
in me."

   With their eyes locked, Jeff began pushing his hips forward, slowly
increasing the pressure his man-sized cock applied to her young woman's
entrance.  He could feel it as she relaxed herself, trying to make it
easier for his penis slide into her; after just a couple of seconds, he
felt the tight ring of her vaginal entrance begin to expand - letting the
bulbous glans of his manhood start to slip through to the pleasures that
lay beyond.

   Another few seconds, and it was done - with a gasp from Yvonne, the head
of Jeff's cock all but popped into her.  He waited to see if she was having
any pain or difficulty; he knew she wasn't when she lifted her hips and
pressed herself against him.

   It took him a full two minutes to slowly and carefully work his erection
into Yvonne's hot channel.  Even with the stretching he'd done of her
vagina, she was still incredibly tight inside; he knew that the only thing
that made it possible for him to fit himself into her that way was the
ample lubrication she was producing.  He could only wonder how the hell
she'd managed to get herself onto him, that first night.

   When he'd felt the end of his penis touching the deepest part of
Yvonne's vagina, Jeff had stopped, not wanting to hurt her, even though
nearly a full inch of his cock was still outside her.  She seemed to
realize that there was still more of him available, and put her hands on
his ass and tried to pull him the rest of the way in.  He was enough larger
than she was that she couldn't manage it - but she'd made her desires clear
enough, and he pushed himself the rest of the way in, stopping only when he
felt the tight ring of her entrance clenched around the base of his cock.
When he looked down at her, the expression on her face could only be
described as complete bliss.  She finally looked back up at him, and he
could plainly see the joy and eager desire as she told him "Now, fuck me!"

   That command, coming from someone as young as she was, was one he
couldn't refuse - even if he'd wanted to.

   Slowly at first, he started easing himself out of her; when only half
his length was still inside he reversed direction, earning himself a
passionate groan from her as he refilled her with his manhood.

   The next time he did it, it was a little faster; the time after that
faster still.

   It took only a few minutes before he was able to slide himself in and
out of her as though she were a full-grown woman.  Each thrust into her was
met with a moan of excitement that ended only when his pubic bone bumped
against her clitoris; when that happened, she would release a small grunt
of pleasure.  Several minutes later, he didn't have any doubts that she was
enjoying what he was doing: even though she stayed hot and tight around
him, he could feel that she'd gotten even wetter as her arousal increased.

   Everything Jeff had done had been aimed at helping Yvonne have even ONE
orgasm before he climaxed in her, so he was completely unprepared for it
when she suddenly froze underneath him and he felt her vagina begin
tightening around his cock, just as it had around his fingers.  As small as
she was inside, the further tightening of her young pussy made it all but
impossible for him to keep moving in her even if he'd wanted to - which he
didn't.  The stimulation he was getting from being in her was already
making it difficult for him to keep from cumming in her; even just holding
himself still while her internal muscles clenched and spasmed around him
during her orgasm was almost enough to have him blowing his load in her. 
But through an incredible exercise of sheer willpower - which he knew he'd
never get proper recognition for; giving fifteen year old girls a proper
fucking wasn't something that earned people medals - he managed to avoid
doing so.  When Yvonne's release finally began to taper off, and she again
relaxed around him, he finally felt that it was 'safe' for him to start
moving in her again.

   Yvonne's arousal and pleasure didn't seem to have been tempered in the
slightest by her orgasm.  Less than a minute after he started pistoning in
and out of her again, she was lifting her hips in welcome to his thrusts,
and once more making frequent sounds of pleasure and excitement.

   Several minutes later, he realized that she was getting close again -
which was fine with him, because he was, too.  He was just a few strokes
short of unloading himself into her when she started to orgasm again;
rather than just clamping down as she had before, her vagina went through a
series of spasms that were more than enough to trigger his own release. 
Stuffing as much of his hard cock into her as he could, the first eruption
of his cum exploded from the end of his dick with a force that nearly had
him fainting - even as Yvonne's orgasm intensified when she realized what
was happening.  With each spurt of his semen into her spasming womanhood,
Jeff could feel his balls strangely getting wetter; it took him a few
moments to realize that she was so full of his penis that each time he
unloaded some of his cum in her, it was forcing out what was already in her
- there simply wasn't any room in her for his cock AND his cum.  THAT
thought simply made the rest of his ejaculations even stronger, further
aggravating the situation.

   By the time Jeff felt that his slightly sore penis was simply making
token efforts at trying to squirt something into her, Yvonne's orgasm had
ended.  When he looked down at her, he saw that she was looking back at him
with something akin to awe - along with a mix of satiety, gratitude, and
love.

   He managed to lower himself to his elbows so that he didn't collapse and
squash her; she responded by wrapping her arms and legs around him and
giving him a fierce hug before covering his face with small kisses.  When
he opened his eyes after her onslaught of osculations, she looked deep into
his face before telling him "Oh, thank you, Mister Davis!  Thank you, thank
you, thank you!  That was so wonderful; it was WAY better than I thought it
would be!  Thank you!"

   He quieted her through the simple expedient of kissing her, then
answered "I'm glad you liked it, Yvonne, but I should be thanking YOU, too.
It felt really good for me, too."

   She got wide-eyed and told him "I know!  I could feel it when you
started squirting in me, and it just made things even better; it was like I
was having a whole nother orgasm, even!"

   All things considered, Jeff decided that he'd had worse responses to his
sexual efforts.  He kissed Yvonne again and told her "That's what I was
trying for, dear - to make it as good for you as I could."

   She sobered slightly at the endearment, and asked "Because you love me?
The way you said you do?"

   He suddenly realized that he'd called her 'dear', and that she might be
worried that he was turning what had just happend between them into
something other than what she'd thought it was.  So he smiled down at her,
and answered "Yes, I love you - exactly the way I said I do."

   Assured that their relationship hadn't changed simply because of a
simple word, Yvonne again looked pleased and happy when she told him "I'm
glad that you would love me like that.  And I love you, too."

   Jeff immediately understood that the way she was using 'love' was the
same as he did - a kind of shorthand word for all the things they'd already
talked about.  The single biggest fear he'd had was that she would become
too emotionally attached to him, and from what she'd just said, it didn't
sound like that was going to happen.

   He kissed the tip of her nose and told her "Yvonne, you don't have to
call me 'Mister Davis' when we're together like this.  You can call me
Jeff, if you want to; and if you call me dear, or honey, or anything else
like that, then I'll know that it's because I make you happy, and you care
about me, just the way we talked about.  Okay?"

   She grinned at him before she answered "Okay...  Jeff."

   Having gotten some of his energy back, Jeff started to move off of her;
when she felt his mostly-erect penis move in her, Yvonne's eyes closed and
her head tilted back as she released a soft moan of pleasure.  He held
still when it started, and when her head moved forward again she looked up
at him in amazement before asking "You're still big!  How come?"

   "Because it feels so good to be inside you like this, silly" he replied.
Giving her a quick kiss on the lips, he started to move off of her again.
She tilted her head forward to watch as his manhood slowly slipped from her
intimate embrace, softly moaning again - in disappointment - before looking
up at him to say "I...  I never thought about looking before, and it's so
sexy to watch!"

   When he'd gotten himself situated on his side next to her, Jeff took her
hand in his and said "Any time we're together, you're more than welcome to
look, or touch, or smell, or anything else that you want to.  I already
told you that I'm not going to be mad or upset with you about anything, so
I'll tell you that I'm not going to think you're 'bad' or 'nasty' if you
want to do any of those things.  Right now, you keep looking down at where
my penis is, and I'll bet you want to look at it and see what it looks like
after we have sex." The last bit made her blush, but she nodded her head
briefly in acknowledgment.  He smiled at her and said "Go ahead, then, if
you want to - I don't mind.  And if you want to touch or do anything else,
that's fine, too" before releasing her hand and rolling over onto his back.
It didn't take Yvonne two seconds to get herself moved around.

   Jeff just laid there, patiently as she spent a minute or so just
looking. Then she tentatively reached out and got a gentle hold on his
penis and started moving it around - looking at it from different angles.
Her hand then went to his scrotum, and she was even more gentle in learning
about it and his testicles.  Jeff had closed his eyes to slits, and he
watched as she looked toward his face before she hesitantly dipped a finger
into a blob of his cum that hadn't dried yet.  She lifted it to her nose
and gave it a tentative sniff - then another - before sticking her tongue
out and letting the very tip of it touch his semen.  When he didn't say or
do anything, and her tongue didn't explode or fall off, she went for a
slightly larger taste before she finally licked what she had off her
finger. Satisfied with what she'd learned, she moved to lie next to him
again, in much the same position as she'd started from - on her side, an
arm and leg on top of him, and her head on his shoulder.  Only then did
Jeff visibly open his eyes before teasingly asking her "Science class
over?"

   She blushed faintly, but seemed to realize that he WAS just teasing when
she answered "Yeah, I guess.  I don't really know what I expected, but that
wasn't it.  Your stuff - your parts, I mean - doesn't look as complicated
as mine, but there's a LOT more of it.  Now those goofy diagrams they
showed us in Sex Ed class make a lot more sense.  Is every guy as big as
you, there?"

   He put his arm around her and began gently caressing her back, making
her shiver in pleasure and snuggle closer to him before he told her "I'm
about as average as I can be there.  Most guys are pretty close to the same
size - six inches, plus or minus a little.  There are some that are bigger,
and some smaller.  It's a lot like girls and how big their breasts are -
there's a very few that are really big or really small, and almost
everybody else is closer to the middle."

   "At school, most of the other girls in gym class have tits that are a
little bit bigger than mine, but there's a couple that are WAY bigger, and
one that doesn't hardly have any.  Sometimes, I kinda wish mine were
bigger."

   He gave her a brief hug before continuing his caresses and told her "If
it counts for anything, I think you've got very NICE tits.  Maybe they
aren't as big as some of the other girls in your class, but I think they're
very nice."

   She tilted her head back to look at him in surprise, obviously thinking
he was just bullshitting, but he assured her "Really, I do.  Their size,
and the way they're shaped, they fit my hand just perfectly.  And your
nipples are exactly the right color for you, and the way they stand up -
but not too much - when they're hard makes it fun to play with them, and
suck on them.  Honestly, by the time your body finishes growing, any guy
that isn't gay is going to be delighted to see and touch them."

   The expression on her face when he was done told him that she still
wasn't entirely sure he wasn't just blowing smoke up her butt - but that
she was more than willing to believe what he'd just said.  She rested her
head on his shoulder again, and the two of them lay there for several
minutes before he gave her cute butt a soft pat and said "I really like
laying with you like this, but you came over to spend the night with Sam,
remember?  And you've still got to get up for school tomorrow, so I think
you'd better get some sleep."

   She unwrapped herself from him, and sat up on the edge of the bed. 
Standing, she went over to where her panties were on the floor and picked
them up - then unashamedly used them to wipe her pelvis clean of their
combined juices.  When she was done, she came over to where Jeff was
unabashedly watching her and leaned over to give him a kiss before saying
"Good night, Jeff.  Thanks again for letting me be with you tonight; it
felt really good."

   He reached behind her and gave one globe of her ass a gentle squeeze -
making her smile broadly - before telling her "I'm glad I let you be with
me, too, dear.  Now go on and get to bed."

   When she turned to leave, he gave her other ass cheek a soft pat, making
her smile at him over her shoulder before she left, closing the door to his
room behind her.

   It was late enough that Jeff wasn't inclined to get up and shower,
figuring he could do it in the morning.  There was a distinct wet spot on
the bed where the two of them had coupled; only the necessity of having to
explain it to people kept him from wanting to have it cut out of the sheet
and framed.  Instead, he simply scooted a little closer to the other side
of the bed and closed his eyes, falling asleep almost immediately.  His
dreams that night were singularly pleasant.

   That night became the pattern for future encounters between Jeff and
Yvonne.

   She continued to come over to spend the night with Samantha, and
Samantha went over to Yvonne's for the same reason, just as they always
had. And when Yvonne was at his place, it wasn't always - or even usually -
for the purpose of sharing his bed.  Jeff couldn't resist doing the math,
and it worked out that Yvonne was with him for just a little over a quarter
of her visits.

   But the nights that she DID come to see him were terrific.  It didn't
take but a couple of times of the two of them simply having sex before she
was ready to learn more - she was initially somewhat concerned about having
him perform cunnilingus on her; but her worries quickly disappeared once
she'd experienced Jeff's enthusiasm for it.  After that, it became a
regular part of their activities.

   Jeff waited patiently until she brought up the idea of her performing a
similar service for him; he talked to her about it, and once he'd made her
aware of the possible conclusions to it, left her to try it when she still
wanted to.  She didn't find the taste of his semen particularly enjoyable,
but didn't find it offensive, either; it was even chances whether she'd
have him cum in her mouth on any given occasion.  If she did, she
invariably swallowed every drop.

   She was a willing, even eager, student when it came to learning about
having sex in different positions.  It didn't take him long to realize that
anything that didn't hurt and got their parts lined up was just fine with
her.  She took a particular delight in anything that let her watch as his
cock slid in and out of her; the ability to see what she was feeling
aroused her tremendously.

   When the subject of anal sex came up, he was meticulous about explaining
things to her.  She finally decided that she wanted to try it at least
ONCE, just to see what it was all about.  After thorough preparation
beforehand, Jeff carefully brought an end (pun intended!) to her rectal
'virginity'.  Afterwards, she surprised the hell out of Jeff when she
decided that even though she hadn't enjoyed it as much as the 'regular'
kind, it was still a perfectly reasonable way to have sex.

   It was the Friday night before Sam's school had Spring Break, and Jeff
had just gone to bed when he heard a soft knock on his door and Sam's voice
asking "Daddy?  Can I come in?  There's something I want to talk to you
about."

   Jeff turned the lamp on and told Samantha "Come on in, honey" before
moving to sit up with his back against the headboard, and pulling the
covers up to his waist.

   When she came into his room, Jeff was relieved to see that she was
wearing the short robe she'd gotten for herself.  While it only came down
to just past her butt, it was still a considerable improvement over having
her show up with even less on.

   She came over to the bed and climbed over him to take a seat next to
him, snuggling into his side after pulling his arm around her.  She sat
there silently for a bit, and he finally asked her "What is it you wanted
to talk to me about, Sam?"

   A few moments later, she answered "There's something I want you to do,
Daddy, but I'm not sure how to ask you.  And I'm afraid that if I DO ask,
then you'll be upset or disappointed with me.  It's something that's really
important to me, and I didn't say or do anything about it until after I
really, really thought about it, like you told me and Yvonne that night. 
I'm positive I want you to do it, but I'm kind of scared about it, too."

   After that, Jeff didn't have even the faintest idea of what it could be
that she wanted him to do - but there wasn't the slightest doubt in him
mind that it really was that important to her, or that she was just as
certain about whatever it was that she wanted.

   He thought about what he wanted to say for a bit, then told her "Okay,
honey, I understand that it's something that's really, truly important to
you.  And you said to me that it's something you're afraid to ask, and
you're a little scared.  That tells me that I have to be careful and really
listen extra special when you talk to me, and THINK about it before I say
anything - and I promise you that I'll do exactly that.  Sam, I love you
with all my heart, and I would never be upset or disappointed with you. 
But if you think that's something you have to worry about, then I know that
whatever it is you want to talk to me about, it's the most important thing,
ever, to you, and that it's really serious.  But honey, I can't do or say
anything to try and help you until you tell me what it is that you want to
talk to me about."

   She sat next to him, silent, as he waited patiently (on the outside, at
least) to find out what had her so bothered.

   After several seconds, he found out when she quietly told him "Daddy, I
want you to make love with me."

   To say that he was stunned would be like saying an ocean has water;
there simply isn't any way to make the magnitude of the reality of it
comprehensible.

   In fact, it wasn't until his vision started to fade that Jeff realized
he wasn't breathing; and even then, he had to make a conscious, deliberate
choice - and effort - to do so.

   The feeling of Sam's nervous shaking next to him was the only thing that
interrupted his few, feeble thoughts from their running in circles and
gibbering.  He gently hugged his daughter to reassure her that everything
was okay - far from it, of course, but she was his daughter - as he tried
to get his mind wrapped around the idea of what she'd just said to him.

   After several attempts to get his thoughts organized, he finally gave up
in favor of simply asking her "But Sam, why?" - which was what everything
else he thought seemed to start, or end, with.

   Foolishly reassured by the fact that he hadn't screamed, pitched some
kind of fit, or immediately made a loud and profane refusal, she calmly
told him "Daddy, I love you.  After Yvonne is with you, she comes back to
my room, and she tells me about what was like for her, and how she feels
about it - and what YOU say and do, too.  Daddy, I know how good it makes
you feel when you can have sex with her.  And that night, I told you that I
know you haven't been able to be with women the way I think you'd like to,
or as much as you want to; and I still find your shirts, sometimes, so I
know that being with Yvonne isn't always enough for you."

   She took a breath and went on "I know it isn't just about the sex part
of it, Daddy.  When Yvonne talks to me, I understand that even though the
fucking part of it feels good, it's the way you and her care and feel about
each other that makes it SPECIAL.  That night, the first time you told her
it was okay, she told me afterwards what you said about how people care
about and love each other; and how you cared about her ALMOST like you do
me, and how you loved her, just not as MUCH as you love me.  And I figured
out that if you and her could be like that when you don't feel as much for
her as you do me, then if it was you and me, then it would be even more
special.  And Daddy, I do think that sex is special; that's why I said I
want you to make LOVE with me - because the way we care about each other,
if we were together like that, it would be way more than just sex - which
is a little bit of love, like you have with Yvonne."

   She paused a moment before she said "I know you'd tell me that it's okay
that you don't get to be with girls much, and that I shouldn't think think
that it's because of me.  And I'm sure that you'd say that the way you love
me is already special, and that I don't have to do be physical with you for
you to love me as much as you do.  Maybe you'd even say that being with me
like that could hurt me the first time, and you didn't want to do that.  So
I'll tell you: it's NOT okay that you don't get to be with girls.  If it
was, your body wouldn't be telling you to masturbate.  And it IS because of
me that you aren't with girls - I know you do it because you love me, and
that that's more important to you than going out; but I don't think that
you SHOULD have to choose between taking care of me and being with girls. I
already know the way you love me is special - but I love you so much that I
still think it should be even MORE special, so that you know how much I
love you, too.  If you're worried about hurting me, you don't have to be; a
couple weeks ago, I broke my hymen myself, so that YOU wouldn't be hurt
worrying about hurting ME."

   As she'd been talking, Jeff's thought processes had slowly come together
and started working again - but it still took a couple of seconds for his
daughter's last statement to reach the front of his brain.

   Shocked at what she'd said, he could only look at her and ask "You... 
you broke your own hymen?  WHY?  Are you okay?"

   She looked up at him, and he could see the resolve on her face when she
told him "Yes, I did it myself - with my fingers.  I just told you, I
figured you'd say that hurting me by deflowering me would hurt you, so I
did it.  It only hurt a little bit, and not for very long.  I'm fine, now,
Daddy; really."

   Of all the things she'd said, that was the one that hit him the most:
that she loved him so much, she didn't want HIM to feel the pain in his
heart that would come from any physical pain he might cause her by
deflowering her - so she'd simply gone ahead and done it herself so that
HE'D be spared any suffering.

   She lowered her head again, and he had to set that thought aside so he
could listen to her say "When you asked me why I wanted to start using
birth control for my birthday, I told you that I was already thinking about
sex.  What I didn't tell you was that I was thinking about sex with YOU,
Daddy.  Those times I went to talk to Marcy, and the other mothers at Girl
Scouts, I was asking them questions about what their first time with a guy
had been like, and what they wished had happened, and WHEN.  Daddy, all of
them told me that it wasn't a girls age that mattered as much as the WHO
and the HOW: every last one of them told me that their biggest wish was
that their first time had been with someone that really cared about them -
about making it good, and easy, and happy for them; and that they regretted
that they didn't have a comfortable place and enough time to do it right.
And that's why I want you to start making love with me, Daddy - because I
know that you DO care about me that way, and I know that we WOULD have the
time and a nice place.  I told you, Daddy, that I do think sex is something
special; I think it's so special that I want to learn about it from YOU,
because I know you love me, and I love you.  That's something I can't
understand - if making love, and a girl's first time, are supposed to be so
wonderful and special, how come there are so many rules and things that
make it so hard for things to happen that way?  Everybody says that a girls
Daddy loves her more than anyone, but then they tell him and her that he
can't be the one to be with her the first time; even though he's the one
that would be the nicest and most patient with her, and help make it really
special for her.  How does that make any sense?  What kind of people tell
you that you can't love someone a certain way when that's just the way they
need most?"

   He sat there in wonderment, his mind going over what she'd said several
times before he finally told her "Honey, if that's really the way you feel"
- "It is", she assured him - "then I love you too much to say anything
but...  I agree."

   He'd felt her tense slightly when he'd paused, but she immediately
relaxed on hearing the rest.  She sat there for a few seconds before
hesitantly asking him "Can...  can we start tonight?  Now?"

   He hugged her and kissed the top of her head before answering "Of
course, we can, Sam, if that's what you want" - again, she affirmed that it
was - "And we can do it just the WAY you want, too; just let me know what."

   She responded by reaching over and grasping the edge of the bedcovers in
Jeff's lap, and pulling them aside, leaving him sitting there naked.  Her
next considered action was to move so that she was kneeling across his legs
- and then unfastening the belt of her robe, taking it off, and tossing it
aside to reveal that she had been completely naked underneath.

   She stayed like that, her eyes and smile inviting him to really look at
her the way she wanted him to: not just as his daughter, but as a sexual
being - one that was soon to be HIS.

   He first looked into her face - seeing the wide-set dark eyes, finely
chiseled nose, and full lips that covered white, even teeth; all framed by
the thick, straight hair - so black that it sometimes looked blue - that
fell to the middle of her back.  Her skin was pale; not the pasty white of
illness, but a more classic peaches-and-cream that faintly glowed with her
good health.

   Her graceful neck sat atop her slender - but not thin - shoulders.  High
on her chest, her breasts were roughly the size of half-tangerines, round
and full, each capped with a dark areola that was only a little larger than
the pencil-diameter nipple that stuck out from it for a full quarter of an
inch.  Her trim waist was softly curved and obviously feminine, and flowed
into her slender hips.  The smooth expanse of her belly was flat; at the
bottom of it, he could see the small dark wedge of her pubic area.  With
each of her legs on one side of his, it was clear that at the bottom of the
'vee', there was a slight part in what he could plainly see was her thick,
soft hair.  The thought that that part in her fleece was where he'd find
the treasure that she was so willing and eager to share with him made his
cock twitch before he moved his eyes onward.

   The thighs that she'd separated to kneel over him were long and gently
curved - dancer's legs was how he thought of them.  On the bed, extending
behind her, he could see that her calves were as trim and nicely turned as
her thighs.  Looking at her that way, he could see that she would grow up
to be the spitting image of her mother - and conversely, knew that he was
seeing what Patty had looked like at that age.  The thought of it took his
breath away, and made him wonder once again how he could have been both
lucky enough to have won a woman so beautiful for his own, and unlucky
enough to have lost her so senselessly.  Still, he was proud and grateful
to have known and had her for as long as he did - and profoundly happy that
she lived on in their daughter.

   When he looked into Sam's face again, he couldn't help telling her
"You're beautiful" - and then realized that he'd never said that to her
before, though he'd thought it a million times.

   He held his arms out to her, and she happily moved into them; the two of
them hugged each other fiercely with the understanding of how much they
loved each other.  When they were done, Sam sat down on his lap, where her
bush softly tickled his cock.  He locked his hands behind her, and she
rested her hands on his forearms.  They looked into each others eyes, and
he told her "Sam, honey, I love you - more than I could ever say.  You've
always made me proud, and I know your mom would be proud of you, too."

   "And I love you, too, Daddy" she replied, her eyes glistening with
tears. "I know how much you loved Mommy, and I wish I remembered her
better. But I know she loved me, and I've always known that YOU love me. 
Any time you've been with me at Brownies or Scouts, I've been proud of you,
too - especially when the other dads weren't there.  It always made me feel
so special that you were so willing to be there, and tried so hard, so that
I could do the same stuff the girls with moms did.  It didn't always turn
out the way you or I wanted, but that didn't change the way I felt about
you."

   She took a deep breath and continued "Now I love you even more than I
thought I EVER could.  And I'm happier than I've ever been, too - because
now I'm going to get to show you how much I love you.  I know I don't
'have' to do it; that's part of what makes me WANT to: because it IS me
getting to do something extra.  Daddy, I already know that there are laws
and all kinds of other things that say we're not supposed to be together
like this; and that being my Daddy, letting me be with you this way is
something that you ordinarily wouldn't do.  But you love me enough that
you'd ignore those laws and things, and do something that you don't THINK
that your supposed to, so that we CAN be together.  And I'm proud, Daddy.
Proud that you love me so much that you're willing to push all that other
stuff away so that you can make love to me; so that YOU can be the one to
make my first time making love be as special as so many other girls wish
that it had been for them.  By letting it happen with you, here in our
house, and making sure I know that I have as much time and anything else I
need, you're not acting the way everybody says you should, and making me do
it without you, so that I have to be with some boy that doesn't know how
any more than I do; and leaving me to let it happen in the back seat of a
car, or someplace else where I'd be uncomfortable and have to hurry so I
didn't get caught.  As much as I love you, Daddy, for making love with me,
I'm proud that you love me enough to be willing to do it."

   By the time she finished, Jeff could see there were tears in her eyes -
tears of happiness, as she'd said, and of pride.  He pulled her close
again, and held her as he told her "I'm happy, and proud of you, too,
honey."

   When she'd gotten control of herself, Samantha pulled back from him
again.  Her eyes were clear and her face happy when she said "Okay, that's
enough of that!  This is supposed to be a good time - and I think it would
be good if you kissed me."

   That seemed like a particularly fine idea, and he leaned forward to do
just that.  It was the first time he'd kissed her on the lips in a long,
long time, and he put everything he had into it to let her know how much he
loved and cherished her.  And Sam seemed to put all of HER 'self' into it,
too; and what he felt coming back to him was a love equal to his own -
along with no small hint of what was yet to come.

   When their kiss ended, they pulled back from each other only slightly
and looked into each other's eyes.  In hers, Jeff could see love, and trust
- and desire.  He was still having trouble with the idea of actually having
sex with his own daughter - but the fact that she was so obviously her
mother's daughter was making it easier and easier for him to shed his fears
and worries.  Even just looking into her face as he was, he didn't have any
trouble seeing his beloved Pat.  And the body in his arms wasn't all that
much smaller or firmer than he remembered his wife's being...

   Though he was distracted somewhat with his thoughts, he still didn't
miss the signal from Sam that she wanted to kiss again.  Their lips met,
and the love they shared flowed between them again, and grew even stronger.
Also stronger was the hint he got from her that things were only beginning
to change between them.  By the time the kiss ended, he was certain not
only of her love for him, but that she desired him, too.  That desire was
made clear to him when she reached behind herself to take his wrists in her
hands, and gently pull his arms from around her - then guide his hands
upward, and place them over her breasts.  He didn't need any further
guidance or coaching; he was more than happy to hold her incredibly firm
young mounds, softly caressing her smooth, warm flesh as the dark pebbles
of her nipples harden and erect in response.

   They leaned in to kiss again, and he felt her reach down to take his
cock in her hand.  At first, she simply held it, moving her cool fingers
around as though she was using her sense of touch to memorize it.  But as
the touch of her lips on his became more firm, her hand started moving,
slowly caressing and stroking his entire length.  Under his fingers, her
nipples had peaked; and his nose told him that her arousal was most
definitely on the rise.  Knowing that she was excited only made him start
to become that way, too; he could feel himself start to get longer and
firmer under her tender ministrations.

   Their kiss ended, but only briefly; in less than a second their lips
were pressed together again - but only long enough for Sam to let hers
separate so the tip of her tongue could brush against his lips.  Jeff
readily parted his lips in response, and their tongues soon resembled two
plump pink worms frisking each other.

   Jeff could hear Sam's rapid breathing, and the aroma of her excitement
became stronger and stronger as his manhood continued to grow in her hand.

   He was fully erect when she released her hold on him and pulled her lips
away from his.  His hard cock tried to stand, but was held down by the
soft, thick mat covering her mons.  Along the top, he could feel the heat
radiating from the center of her womanhood.  He was looking into her
beautiful dark eyes when she asked "Daddy, I read on the Internet that
after a guy climaxes, he can make love longer when he's hard again.  Is
that true?"

   "Yes, but..."

   She interrupted him to say "Then I want to make you climax, first, so
that when you're inside me, we can make love longer.  Is that okay?"

   The question completely flummoxed him, and the best response he could
manage was a weak "Uh, if that's what you want..."

   She just gave him a delighted smile in reply before getting to her knees
again - freeing his cock to stand at proud attention between them - and
moving backwards.  When she'd reached his knees, she lifted one leg and
moved so that she was next to him, pulling the delightful orbs of her tits
out of his hands.  She moved a little farther before leaning over, then
lying on the bed next to him, her head even with his hips.  His mind told
him "She can't be thinking of..." - only to discover that not only could
she, but that she was.

   With a look of happiness on her face, she reached out to take hold of
his penis again before moving her head over him, and then lowering it to
take the head of his erection into her mouth.

   He got as far as telling her "Honey, if you do that..." before she
lifted her head enough to let him slip from between her lips.

   She looked up and calmly informed him "I know, Daddy.  I told you that
Yvonne told me what she did for you, and what happen between you.  She
explained to me how to do this already, and let me practice on one of her
fingers.  And I already know that if I do it for you, you'll climax, too. I
already know what it looks and tastes like.  I like it, even if she doesn't
care about how it tastes." before taking him into her mouth again.

   Jeff was left sitting there, trying to get his mind around the ideas
that A) Yvonne had already taught his daughter how to give blowjobs, B)
that his daughter knew that if she DID give him a blowjob, he'd cum - and
clearly meant for that very thing to happen, C) that she'd already tasted
his cum, and D) that she liked it.  His mind felt like it was trying to
hold on to a hamster dipped in motor oil: any time he thought he had a
grasp on a coherent thought, it would just wriggle around and slip away
from him.

   His poor overloaded and abused mind was given a new focus by the
sensations his daughter's mouth was creating in his penis.

   Sam was obviously taking the technical information and training she'd
gotten from Yvonne, adding her own enthusiasm and enjoyment, and giving him
one DAMN fine blowjob as a result.  Try as he might, he simply couldn't
hold out for long with the way she was using her lips and tongue to
stimulate him, and the way she would twist her head as she bobbed it up and
down on his erection, and how she sucked on him and used her hand to stroke
the shaft of his penis.  He did manage to tell her "I'm going to cum!" a
couple of seconds before exploding in her mouth.  Samantha obviously wasn't
bothered in the slightest at having her Daddy suddenly fill her mouth with
his hot cum; she simply pulled her head back a little bit and continued
sucking and stroking him, swallowing his jism each time he erupted in her
mouth.  When he finally softened far enough, she took his entire length in
her mouth and used her lips and tongue to thoroughly clean his penis.  Only
when she was satisfied that she'd gotten every drop of his semen did she
let him slip from between her lips, and gave him a happy smile before
getting up and going into the bathroom.  He heard the water run in the sink
for a few seconds, then his medicine cabinet open and and close, before she
came out again.  After she climbed onto his lap and leaned against his
chest, she told him "I know you wouldn't mind kissing me after I did that,
but I would; so I rinsed my mouth out and put some of your toothpaste on my
tongue."

   Hearing that, Jeff figured she wouldn't have bothered unless she wanted
them to kiss - so he put his hand under her chin and tilted her head up so
he could do just that.  He even touched tongues with her - minty fresh!  -
a few times to reassure her that he was okay with what she'd done.

   Afterwards, he put his arms around her, and she lowered her head again
before she told him "I'm glad you let me do that, Daddy.  I know it made
you feel good, and I liked doing it for you.  I know we could have made
love until you climaxed, and then make love again; but since you said you
agree about why it's okay for us to make love, I want you inside me as long
as possible the first time.  I figured that was okay with you, too, so I
just went ahead and helped you have that first climax.  Did I do okay? 
That was the first time I ever did it, you know, for real."

   Jeff couldn't help wondering if there was any protocol for telling your
own daughter that she gives good head before he gave her a hug and answered
"You did fine, honey.  It felt real good."

   She snuggled into his chest before saying "I'm glad I could make it good
for you; it was fun, and I like the way you taste even MORE when it's
fresh!" - the last with a small laugh.

   When he heard that, Jeff finally started to really understand the range
and extent that things were going to change in his life.  That his daughter
wanted the two of them to make love was one thing; that she was so willing
- even eager!  - to please him added a whole new degree of complexity.

   The two of them sat there for a while, content to simply hold, and BE
with, each other before Samantha asked him "Daddy, do you think you'd ever
get married again?"

   He thought about how to answer for a moment before he replied "I really
don't know, honey.  I've thought about it, of course, but I don't think
there's anybody I could love as much as I loved your mother - except for
you, of course", giving her a brief hug.

   She tilted her head back to give him a brief smile before lowering it
again and saying "Well, I hope you do.  It isn't going to be long before I
go to college, and I already know that I can't stay here, like, forever. 
Maybe I'll even meet some guy that I love almost as much as you.  But
whatever happens, sooner or later I'm going to have to leave.  I don't want
you to be alone, and I'm sure that Mommy wouldn't, either.  Daddy, I really
think you should start going out more, so you CAN get the chance to meet
other women, and maybe find one you like.  I'm old enough that it would be
okay if you wanted to leave me alone for a while - I mean, it wouldn't be
any different, really, than when you leave me alone so you can go play golf
on weekends.  I'll bet that if you did meet another woman you liked, even
if you didn't love her as much as Mommy and me, maybe you could love her
enough, you know?"

   Despite the fact that he'd always known that she'd have to leave some
day, hearing HER talk about it saddened him because he finally had to face
the fact that that day wasn't - couldn't be - as far off as he'd hoped it
was.  He released one arm from around her and began softly caressing her
back as he told her "Okay, honey, I'll do that.  But there's no hurry on
any of it, right?"

   She shivered slightly under his touch and answered "No, no hurry.  But
you're not going to try to put it off like when there's something you don't
want to do, either - right?" - a playful teasing of his tendency to
procrastinate about things like doing laundry, which generally didn't get
done quite as soon as it could or should.

   He agreed with a laughing "Yes, dear", and gave her a playful pat on the
butt - and took the opportunity to leave his hand on her ass cheek, pleased
by how firm it was while still feeling so soft and smooth.  A minute later,
he couldn't resist softly squeezing it before moving his hand over to do
much the same thing to its mate.

   As he was playing with his daughter's ass, Jeff slowly became aware of
how she felt on his lap; the touch of one of her breasts pressed against
his chest; and finally, the sensation of a few wisps of her pubic hair
lightly tickling his cock underneath her.  It wasn't long before all the
tactile input began to have an effect on him, and he could feel his cock
starting to get longer and harder again.  A bit longer, and his penis began
to rise, and he felt it begin to make contact with the area between Sam's
thighs.  He knew she could feel it, too, when she opened her legs a bit and
settled further onto his lap to increase the pressure.

   About the time his penis reached half-mast, Samantha got off his lap and
turned to command him "Slide down a little."

   After he'd done as he'd been told, she quickly moved to sit on him again
- but straddling his hips, and facing him.  A little minor adjustment had
her positioned so that his erecting penis was lying along her cleft.  She
reached up and pulled his head down as she leaned forward, bringing his
face even with her breasts; Jeff didn't hesitate in the slightest before
fastening his lips around the peak of one of them.

   When he'd brought one of her dark nubbins to full extension, he happily
switched over to give its mate the same treatment.  As he was doing so, he
heard Sam start softly moaning as she pressed herself against his growing
manhood.

   It wasn't long before she started rocking her hips back and forth,
rubbing herself against his mostly erect cock as her hands ran through his
hair while he expanded his efforts to include ALL of her mammaries.  After
a bit, he thought he could feel her labia touching him as she continued
sliding herself along his length; that bit of supposition was confirmed
over the next couple of minutes as the scent of her arousal reached his
nose, along with the distinct feeling of her oils spreading along where her
vaginal lips were touching him.

   Jeff finally pulled his lips from Sam's breasts in favor of using his
hands on them; he was delighted with the way they slightly overfilled his
hands with their firm sponginess, and at how warm and smooth they were.  He
brushed his thumbs over his daughter's nipples, and heard her gasp softly
as she leaned forward slightly to increase the pressure of his hands on her
mammaries.

   She tilted her head back in obvious arousal, and he took advantage of
the opportunity to kiss her - and wasn't surprised when her mouth opened
slightly, and her tongue touched his lips.

   As their kiss continued and expanded while his hands stayed busy on
Sam's breasts, Jeff's penis continued to grow beneath hid daughter -
primarily in response to the way we was rocking her hips back and forth as
she rubbed herself against it.  They continued like that for several
minutes before Sam pulled her head back with a groan and told him "This
feels so good, Daddy; but I want you in me!" before moving to kneel next to
him with obvious reluctance.

   Jeff scooted himself farther down the bed so that he was lying on his
back, then waited to see what Samantha wanted to do.  Her eyes locked on
his not-quite-erect penis, and she turned to lie down next to him with her
head toward his feet - obviously intending to use her mouth on him again.
She started to reach for his penis again when he put his hand on the calf
of her leg and said "I want to do you, too, Sam."

   It took her only a second to understand what he was saying, and she
looked back at him in delight before raising one of her legs and letting
him guide it to the other side of his body.  She carefully eased her body
over his, and the two of them were soon in the classic '69' position.  Sam
wrapped her hand around his cock and took him into her mouth; Jeff simply
took advantage of the first opportunity he'd had to really look at the area
between his daughter's thighs.  Up close (and personal!), he saw that her
pubic thatch was as thick as he'd thought it was; it seemed to be composed
of 843,912 - no, make that 843,913 - individual short, fine hairs right
next to each other.  The top was only a little wider than the area between
her thighs, and looked to start just above her pubic bone before it softly
flowed between her thighs to quickly fade out perhaps an inch past the end
of her slit.  As he'd thought, there was a distinct part in it where her
cleft was; inside that part, he could just make out the lips of her vagina,
and the dampness in the area between, but no more.  A little farther, and
her anus was a small dark pink pucker slowly winking at him.

   Once he was sure he'd memorized the sight of her, he lifted his head
slightly and brought his nose close to the source of the aroma he'd already
found so heavenly, before taking a slow, deep sniff of her sweet, musky,
tanginess for memorization as well.  That done, he opened his mouth and
finally let his tongue slip free to begin sampling the nectar that produced
such a heady scent.

   When his tongue slipped between her vaginal lips, Samantha released a
deep, pleased moan that vibrated his cock in her mouth wonderfully.  But as
nice as that felt, it was no match for the joy his tastebuds got from their
first sampling of her thin, light oils.

   Jeff would have gladly used his mouth on her anyway, for as long as she
wanted; but that she tasted so indescribably delicious only served to make
doing so a delight for him.

   It took only a couple of minutes of him happily lapping at her labia and
the area between for him to have her completely aroused.  When he pulled
his head back for a moment to look, he could easily see that her lips had
parted enough to expose the entrance to her vagina; at the top of her slit,
the hood of her clitoris had pulled back, revealing that that bundle of
nerves was only the size of a small pea.  But when he began caressing and
circling it with his tongue, he found that it was wonderfully sensitive.

   He spent the next several minutes engaged in cheerfully applying his
lips and tongue and mouth toward moving his daughter toward an orgasm - all
the while eagerly anticipating the bonanza of her precious nectar that she
was sure to produce when it happened.

   And happen it did.

   Pulling her mouth of his hard cock, Sam threw her head back and loudly
groaned in pleasure as Jeff felt the ring of her opening - where the tip of
his tongue was industriously trying to worm its way through - begin a
rhythmic clenching as she started to climax.  Jeff laid his tongue along
her cleft so that he could collect her juices while using the very tip of
it to circle her clitoris, and gently press on it, in time with the spasms
passing through her body.  Her vaginal opening released small waves of her
juices, just as he'd hoped, and his tastebuds each had their own little
orgasms from the taste of her.

   As his daughter's orgasm slowly began to taper off, Jeff's tongue
softened the pressure it applied to her clitoris until her shudders and his
actions were both stilled.

   Jeff let his head fall back to the bed even as Sam's forehead came to
rest on his belly, her breath warm on his skin.  When her breathing had
slowed and steadied, he raised his head again to softly kiss the inside of
each of her thighs before letting it back down.  A moment later, he heard
her quietly enthusiastic "That was wonderful, Daddy!"

   He went back to enjoying the sight she presented to him as his hands
began caressing her body - with a particular focus on her beautiful ass -
until she lifted her head and wrapped her lips around his erect penis
again.

   With that, he willingly lifted his head again and began applying himself
to arousing her again.

   He had her moaning almost continuously when he decided that he'd better
check to see how small she was inside.  She'd told him that she'd already
removed the obstruction of her maidenhead, but he was a full-grown man, and
she was still only fifteen years old.  He moved one hand into position, but
when he started to slip the end of one finger between her labia, she pulled
away from him slightly, surprising him.  Then she pulled her mouth off his
cock and told him "Please, Daddy - I want this part of you" - emphasized by
a soft squeeze of his penis - "in me first.  We can do that later, if you
want."

   "I just wanted to make sure I don't hurt you, Sam - that you aren't too
small inside."

   "It'll be okay, Daddy, really.  I didn't have any trouble getting two of
my fingers to fit, and I know you'll go slow so it doesn't hurt.  Please?"

   It took only a moment for him to accede to her request and say "Okay,
honey, if that's what you want." before withdrawing his hand.  The image in
his mind of her laying back with her legs spread and her hand buried in her
crotch wasn't so easily dealt with, but he managed to get rid of it a few
seconds after she started sucking on his cock again.

   Reapplying himself, it was a matter of only a couple of minutes before
he had Sam as excited as she'd been before the interruption.  A few minutes
more, and she gave his erection one final pass with her tongue before she
let it slip free and told him "I'm ready for us to make love now, Daddy. 
And I know that YOU are, too." - followed by a small giggle.  Jeff
reluctantly pulled his mouth away from his daughter's crotch to see what
she wanted them (him) to do.

   She carefully moved from atop him before getting herself turned around.
She lay down next to him on her side and looked into his face before she
said "If it's okay, I want us to make love with you on top of me the first
time.  I'd like us to be able to look at each other while we get started."

   He just smiled and answered "Of course, dear."

   It was only a few moments before she'd spread her legs, and he'd moved
himself between them.  Another couple of seconds saw him get properly
positioned between his daughter's parted thighs, and the head of his
erection nestled between her labia as she held herself open for him.  They
looked into each other's eyes, and he began to press himself forward as he
used one hand to hold himself steady.  He could feel Samantha deliberately
relaxing herself to make it easier for both of them; it was only a very few
seconds before the head of his erection slipped into his daughter's vagina
for the first time, accompanied by a soft gasp from her.

   He immediately stopped, but before he could ask if she was okay, she
told him "I'm all right, Daddy - I was just surprised by it, was all.  You
can keep going."

   Looking closely at her, he could see that she wasn't just trying to make
HIM feel better: the only things he could see in her face were arousal and
love - and eagerness.  He pressed his hips forward again, and felt himself
slip into her hot, wet, and still incredibly tight vagina relatively easily
for perhaps an inch before he felt things beginning to 'drag'.  He quickly
stopped, and waited a few seconds to see if there was anything she needed
before backing himself out a bit.  The way back in was a little easier, and
he repeated the cycle a couple of times to make sure her lubrication was
properly distributed before trying to enter her some more.  He got perhaps
a couple more inches before he had to stop again; he continued in that
fashion as he carefully and slowly buried his manhood in his daughter.

   When she finally felt his pelvis pressing against hers, Samantha looked
up at him in awe and a pleasure that bordered on ecstacy as she said "Oh,
Daddy!"

   A moment later, she closed her eyes and lifted her hips as though to
verify that he was inside her as far as he could go.  After her eyes opened
again, Jeff could see that she was both delighted and tremendously aroused
to feel his hard cock deep inside her.  He could hear the joy in her voice
when she told him "It feels so good!  I never even dreamed it could be like
this!" She threw her arms around him and hugged him fiercely before
whispering in his ear "Thank you, Daddy.  You've made this so special for
me, and I love you so much!"

   He managed to kiss her cheek before telling her "I love you, too, honey.
I'm glad I was able to make you happy."

   She relaxed her hold on him and eased herself back onto the bed, where
she said "Now, Daddy, I want you to make love to me."

   It was a request that he willingly fulfilled.

   Starting with slow, short strokes, Jeff began making love to his
daughter.  Despite having stretched herself in anticipation of having him
inside her, she was still damn tight around him - in addition to being as
wet as her mother had ever been, and hotter than he'd thought any woman
COULD be.  It was her more than ample lubrication that made it possible for
him to increase the speed and length of his strokes in her as quickly and
easily as he did.  Well, that, and her eager encouragement: each time his
manhood moved into her, she would raise her hips in welcome to the advance,
and moan her pleasure at the penetration of her womanhood.

   His previous release made it easy for him to bring her to an orgasm that
had her tightening around him so much that he literally couldn't move in
her; the little bit of motion he managed to maintain was simply his penis
sliding back and forth inside its skin.  When it was over for her, the
additional fluids she'd produced soon had them filling the room with the
liquid sounds of their union and the thick aroma of her ever-increasing
pleasure and arousal.  When he began to tire and slow down as she
approached another climax, Samantha looked up at him and saw his
predicament; at her request, they switched positions and she
enthusiastically bounced herself up and down his cock to a quick release
that still left her able to move herself on him even as her vagina was
clenching around his erection - then to another one some minutes later. 
But even HER youth and enthusiasm had their limitations; when she got
tired, she readily agreed to something different.  Guided by her father,
Sam lay on her back and he lay on his side next to her.  He bent at his
waist so that she could drape her legs over his before filling her with his
manhood again.  That got her through one more orgasm, and well on the way
toward another.  By that time, Jeff knew that his own climax was going to
happen.  When he informed Sam of that fact, she insisted that they change
positions again, so that he was behind her.  As Jeff fitted himself into
his daughter's pussy again, she told him that he should go ahead and make
himself feel good without worrying about HER.  Even so, when he finally
tried to stuff as much of his hard cock into Sam as he could, and began to
empty what felt like quarts of semen into her, the feeling of it was enough
to trigger one last orgasm for her; the sensation of the muscles in her
young vagina trying to milk the length of his penis made Jeff's release
even more powerful.

   When Jeff's cock had stopped even pretending that it was capable of
depositing any more of his cum in Sam's pussy, he took her by the hips and
carefully guided the two of them to lie on the bed; holding himself over
her, and his semi-erect penis still inside.

   He stayed like that for a few minutes before realizing that she might
want to turn over, or move.  He'd barely moved his hips to begin sliding
his penis out of her when she said "Don't.  It feels nice with you there,
and I want to feel you inside me for as long as I can."

   It was her time, so he willingly continued to cover her body with his as
his cock slowly deflated inside his daughter's vagina.  It finally shrank
enough that he knew it was going to pull free at any moment, and he told
her "Sam, just so you know, any second now, I'm going to slip out of you."

   She calmly told him "I know - I can feel it, too.  When it happens, I'm
going into the bathroom and get your stuff out so I don't make a mess on
your bed.  When I'm done, I'll be back, okay?"

   He kissed the back of her neck in response, causing her to shiver -
which 'broke the seal', so to speak.  She quickly reached between her legs
and pressed her fingers across her vaginal opening, but not soon enough to
prevent a few globs of his cum from escaping.  Jeff didn't hesitate to move
out of the way, and she moved to get up and start for the bathroom - but
not before he noticed his cum leaving a shiny trail down the inside of one
of her thighs.  As she moved toward the bathroom, he couldn't resist
watching her small, tight ass clenching as she walked.  Once she'd closed
the door - after giving him a happy, if slightly embarrassed smile - he lay
down on his back on the bed.

   Several minutes later, Sam made her reappearance - just as happy, still
slightly embarrassed, and carrying something.  When she got to the bed, he
could see that she'd brought along a damp washcloth, which she promptly
started using to clean his shrunken penis of their juices.  He started to
protest that he could do it, but the withering look he got from her shut
him up; plainly, she wanted to do it FOR him.  When she was satisfied with
her work, she took the washcloth in to rinse it out before coming back in
to lie down next to him on her side.

   She gave his cheek a kiss before settling her head into his shoulder,
and draping an arm and leg across him.  Once she was comfortable, she
didn't delay in telling him "Thank you, Daddy.  Having you making love with
me the first time was really nice.  I knew you wouldn't rush me, or hurt
me, or anything; but you made it even more special than I thought you would
- and that was a LOT.  I always knew that you love me and everything; but
now I know that it's lots more than I thought it was.  And now I love you
even more than I thought I could, too."

   Jeff kissed the top of her head before he said "I'm glad I was able to
make it as nice for you as you wanted, honey.  I'm only sorry that I made
it so hard for you to come to me, and talk to me about it."

   "That's okay.  I guess if you didn't try so hard TO watch out for me,
and take care of me, I wouldn't have wanted to be with you like this in the
first place."

   A minute or two later, she asked "Daddy?  Does this mean that I can
sleep in your bed with you sometimes?"

   Jeff didn't have to think about it for long - there really wasn't any
point to refusing her by that time.  "Of course you can, Sam.  I'd like
that."

   She snuggled a little closer, and said "Good.  I know we're not supposed
to do that, so I wouldn't want to when some of my friends are over; but I
like it when I'm next to you like this, so I'd still want to do it
sometimes."

   He kissed the top of her head again and said "Then if you'll turn out
the light, we can stay like this all night."

   Samantha quickly rolled over and reached out to turn out the light
before rolling back next to him and resuming her previous position.  Jeff
put an arm around her, and held her until the two of them happily drifted
off to sleep.

   When he woke up the next morning, Jeff could feel Sam behind him, her
body pressing against his.  He immediately remembered the events of the
night before, and felt a tremendous love for her, and happiness that he'd
been able to bring her so much joy.  He felt a need to empty his bladder,
but put it off so he could continue to feel his daughter's body next to
his.

   When Sam woke up, he felt her give a little start at discovering where
she was - but a moment later, he felt her kiss his shoulder.  Her voice was
filled with happiness, and he could hear the smile on her face when she
said "Good morning, Daddy!"

   "And good morning to you, too.  Are you okay this morning?"

   It took her a second to realize that he was concerned that she might be
sore inside; she wasn't, and didn't hesitate to tell him so: "I'm fine,
Daddy.  Better than fine, even; I didn't know I could BE this happy!"

   "I'm glad to hear that.  If you want to clean up with me, I'll take us
out for breakfast afterwards."

   "Deal!" she exclaimed, delighted, before throwing the covers back and
pulling him over onto his back so she could lay on top of him.  She looked
down into his face and told him "I love you, Daddy."

   He kissed the tip of her nose and answered "I love you, too, sweetheart.
Now get off me so I can get up; I need to use the bathroom before we
shower."

   She made a face at him and said "I didn't need to know that, Daddy."
before rolling off of him.  He got out of bed, and looked down at her naked
form for a few seconds before heading for the bathroom.  When he was done,
he opened the door to find her standing there waiting for him.  Their
shower was long and playful, punctuated with plenty of laughter and an
uncounted number of loving, happy kisses.

   In the days and weeks that followed, Jeff found himself repeatedly
fascinated and amused by Samantha's enthusiasm for the change in their
relationship.

   He was still her dad, and she readily submitted to whatever parental
controls he had to exercise over her.  But he was also her lover; it was
seldom more than two nights in a row that she didn't share his bed.  And
there was never a week that passed where she didn't want to make love with
him at least once - usually more.  She was easily as agreeable as Yvonne,
even more willing, and as interested in learning what she could to make and
keep HIM happy as he was in doing the same for her.

   When Yvonne came over to spend the night, Sam readily gave her friend
primacy of place with him if she wanted; as Sam told him one night "I'm
here ALL the time, so I can be with you any time, but she's only here
sometimes, so it should be up to her if she wants to be with you when she
has a chance."

   For her 16th birthday, she was adamant that the only thing she wanted
was for him to help her experience anal sex - something that absolutely
flummoxed him.  She was appropriately appreciative of the other gifts he
gave her the evening of her birthday; it was when she shared his bed and he
gave her the introduction to sodomy that she wanted that she was truly
happy - both before AND after the fact.  Even when she experienced a little
soreness the next day, she was insistent that she wasn't sorry; he figured
she meant it after she asked him if they could do it again.

   Their physical relationship grew closer, too.  Not just the lovemaking
part of it, but the simple physical contact between them helped bring them
closer together.  She willingly accepted her first ever massage from him,
and was overjoyed with it.  It wasn't two days later that he had to take
her to a bookstore so she could get something she could learn from, and
start giving them to him.  Her days didn't seem to start quite as happily
as they did when the two of them woke up in bed together; he had to admit
to himself that finding her next to him in the morning seemed to ensure
that HIS days got off to a good start, too.

   It was when his 40th birthday came that he got the present - and
surprise - of a lifetime.

   Samantha had invited Yvonne to spend the night (a Friday before his
Saturday birthday), a common enough occurrence that Jeff didn't think
anything about.  At least, not until they told him during supper that
they'd come up with a special way of helping him celebrate: they'd decided
that they were going to 'take care of him' for an hour for each year he'd
been alive.  Starting that evening, until 8:00 am of the day after his
birthday, they were going to tend to all of his needs and desires.  They
would handle the cooking, cleaning, and anything else that he needed or
wanted done - all he had to do was relax and enjoy himself.  He couldn't
help wondering what the 'anything else' part included, but didn't figure
that with both of them present all the time, anything too intimate was
going to happen.

   After supper, they dutifully chased him into the family room so the two
of them could clear the table; Samantha brought him a beer before going
back to help Yvonne with the dishes.  When they were done, both girls came
into the family room.  Jeff was sitting at one end of the couch, so Yvonne
sat next to him while Sam went behind him.  As Sam started massaging his
shoulders, Yvonne casually pulled his arm around her and put his hand on
her (braless) breast over the light blouse she was wearing.

   It was the first time she'd ever done anything like that around Sam, and
Jeff started to turn his head to see what her reaction was; he didn't get
far before Sam told him "I saw, she put your hand on her tit.  Now hold
still, Daddy."

   After a couple of seconds, Yvonne put her hand on his and gently
squeezed it, letting him know that she expected him to do more than just
HOLD her breast; she wanted him to play with it, too.

   When she was satisfied that he was properly relaxed, Sam ended the
shoulder massage in favor of coming around and sitting on his lap - and
pulling his arm around so that he was holding one of HER braless breasts,
too.  The 'necessity' of holding two firm young female breasts slightly
complicated drinking his beer, but it was an inconvenience he willingly
accepted.

   After he'd tilted the beer bottle up to drain it, Yvonne asked if he
wanted another one; he decided he did, and she got up to get it for him. 
Sam took the opportunity move so that she was sitting next to him.  When
Yvonne got back, she didn't say anything - she simply took her place on his
lap.  The rest of the evening went on that way: whenever he needed or
wanted anything, the girl next to him did it, the one on his lap moved to
sit next to him, and the first replaced her there.  And all during the
evening, one or the other (or sometimes both) would give him a kiss on the
cheek or a hug after checking to make sure he was doing okay.

   When he was ready to go to bed, both girls readily got up and let him
go. He'd closed his bedroom door as usual, and was just getting ready to
climb into bed when there was a soft knock on his door.  He idly wondered
which one of them was checking on him as he reached to open it; he wasn't
prepared to find both of them standing there - stark naked.

   Nor was he prepared when both of them casually brushed past him to come
in and pull the bedcovers down before Samantha slid between the sheets,
while Yvonne remained standing.

   He could only stand there, looking at them, until Sam sweetly asked
"Aren't you coming to bed, Daddy?" Only then did Jeff understand that when
they'd said 'anything else', they'd meant anything else.

   After a second, he went over and slid into bed next to Samantha, with
Yvonne following to lie on the other side of him.  He lay down on his back,
and both girls rolled onto their sides and snuggled close to him before
putting their heads on his shoulders and an arm on his chest.  Sam told him
"I know you're surprised that it's both of us here, Daddy, but it's okay -
really.  After I was with you that first time, Yvonne saw how happy and
everything I was, and she figured out what had happened."

   At that point, Yvonne told him "It wasn't that hard.  I mean, I
remembered how happy and good I felt after I was with you that first time
you let me come in here.  And then when we'd talk about sex, and I'd say
something about what you did or how you did it, Sam would just nod her head
like she really knew what I was saying.  Finally, I just asked her about it
after I promised I wouldn't say anything to anybody about it."

   Sam took over by telling him "I wouldn't say anything to anybody ever -
except that Yvonne has already been with you, so I know that SHE wouldn't
say anything, either."

   Yvonne added "Mister Davis, if I hadn't been with you, too, I NEVER
would have known or figured who she'd been with.  Except when it was just
us, she never said or did anything that would make anybody think that she'd
been with a guy.  And if I'd been with another guy, instead of you, even I
wouldn't have known who made her feel so good.  Some of the other girls at
school, they've asked her about why she's so happy all the time now, and
she just says she feels good - like she found money or something, you
know?"

   Jeff considered what they'd said for a few seconds before deciding that
it sounded perfectly reasonable.  He knew that Yvonne was smarter than
most, and he didn't have a doubt in the world that Sam hadn't said
anything; he also knew that Yvonne had MORE than demonstrated she could be
trusted.  So when he finally said something to them, it was only to say
"It's okay, girls.  I'm not mad or anything.  Yvonne, you already know you
can call me Jeff when we're together, and I don't see any reason that has
to change now.  And Sam, even if Yvonne hadn't said what she did about you
not telling anyone about us, I know that you'd keep our secret.  So how
about if both of you give me a kiss, now that that we're all here
together?"

   And they did just that: first Sam, then Yvonne, raised up enough to
share a loving, affectionate kiss with him before settling down again.

   Jeff started the conversation again by asking "So how is it that BOTH of
you decided I needed a birthday present like this?"

   Yvonne answered "That's kinda my fault.  After I asked Sam about you,
she told me that she wanted to do something extra special for you for your
birthday - to kind of show you how much she appreciates all the stuff you
do for her.  That made ME think that I've never really shown you how much I
appreciate it, either.  I mean, you've always been so nice about having me
over here so much, and then when you said that it was okay with you for us
to be together.  I told Sam that I wanted to help, and she said okay."

   Sam picked up the explanation by telling him "I thought that Yvonne just
wanted to help plan it, you know?  But then when she told me about how SHE
feels about you, too, then I decided it would be okay if she wanted to be
part of it, too.  We started trying to figure something out when she said
that she was glad she could do something for you after you've done so much
to take care of US.  That gave me the idea of us really taking care of you
- doing all the stuff for you that you've always done for us.  It was
Yvonne's idea that we could do it for an hour for each year."

   He gave each of them a hug before asking "And that part about having me
playing with your tits?"

   He could feel both of them flush slightly before Yvonne answered "I just
decided to do that because it feels good.  I LIKE it when you hold my tit",
followed by Sam's "Me, too."

   He laughed and said "Well, I like it, too.  Thank you, both of you, for
making this the best birthday I've had in a long time."

   It was Sam that raised up to tell him "But, Daddy, it's not over yet! 
Remember what we told you at supper?  We're going to be taking care of you
until at least Sunday morning!"

   Yvonne sat up then, and looked down at him before saying "And it's not
just cleaning up and getting you beer and playing with our tits, either."

   Sam sat all the way up, too, and informed him "Yeah, Daddy.  We're going
to take care of everything."

   They could see the questioning look on his face, and after sharing a
look with each other, each of them leaned over - Samantha one way to give
him a kiss that made it MORE than clear what she meant by 'everything', and
Yvonne going the other direction to lift his penis and take it into her
mouth.

   As his tongue started dueling with his daughter's, Jeff's hands found
their way to her breasts - where he found her nipples already starting to
erect.  It took only a minute for his busy fingers to finish the job
accompanied by Sam's soft panting.  Farther down his body, he could feel
Yvonne's warm mouth and talented tongue having an effect on him - she
already had him half erect, and she was eagerly applying herself to seeing
her self appointed task to completion.

   Samantha pulled her lips away from his and moved her body to bring her
delightful breasts within reach of his mouth.  He happily accepted the
invitation to begin nursing at her breasts, caressing and squeezing them as
he sucked and licked at her small, dark nipples.

   By the time he had the peaks of both of her breasts at full attention
and glistening with his saliva, Yvonne had gotten his cock in pretty much
the same condition.

   To his surprise, Samantha backed away from him slightly - then scooted
back far enough to straddle his waist, carefully, so as not to accidentally
knee Yvonne.  Sam leaned forward so that her hard nipples were dragging
across his skin before starting to back up again.  Only when he felt Yvonne
take him in her hand and point his cock toward Samantha did he understand
what they planned to do.

   Sure enough, when Sam got close enough, Yvonne guided the head of his
erection between his daughter's labia - which he could feel were already
slick with her oils.  As Sam continued working her way backwards onto his
manhood, Yvonne held him steady - until that service was no longer needed,
at which point she reversed her position to start kissing him herself. 
When Jeff felt the tight ring of the entrance to Samantha's womanhood
clenched around the base of his penis, Yvonne scooted up the bed a ways so
that he could begin playing with, and sucking on, her breasts and nipples.
A minute or so later, and Sam raised herself up slightly so that she could
start rocking herself back and forth, sliding herself on and off nearly the
entire length of his penis as she groaned her pleasure.

   It didn't take long for Jeff to have Yvonne's tan nipples standing up
and shining; just as his daughter had, Yvonne pulled back from him.  Except
that Yvonne started moving a different direction: up toward his head.  It
took him only a moment to realize that she was getting ready to position
herself over his face - and he willingly helped her in that endeavor.

   When she'd settled herself over him, he discovered that he didn't have
to lift his head very far to be able to apply himself to trying to ravish
her young snatch with his mouth.  What surprised him was when she raised up
slightly, then leaned over to reposition his pillow under his head -
apparently so that he didn't have to expend any effort other than what was
needed to pleasure her, and more importantly, he suspected, himself -
before lowering herself again.

   In a spirit of contrariness to their stated mission - and because he
liked doing it - Jeff used his 'valuable' energy to reach up and start
playing with Yvonne's breasts as he began licking and sucking on her
vagina, labia, and clitoris.  Once again, he was delighted with the taste
of her and how readily she produced her woman's nectar for him to lap up.
As he was industriously trying to lick her ovaries, Jeff had the thought
that he was celebrating his birthday in a way that not many men did: by
having their nubile young daughters enthusiastically fucking them while
they had that same daughter's best friend sitting on their face.  He knew
that this particular birthday was one that he'd never forget - and enjoy
each time he remembered it - as long as he lived.

   With no reason to concern himself about anything else - no need for
Yvonne to get back to Sam's room, no need to pretend, no pressures or
limits of any kind - Jeff took the time to give Yvonne's womanhood the kind
of attention that he thought it deserved.  He slowly brought her closer and
closer to the peak, and then let her slide back a couple of times, before
he finally had mercy on her and brought her to a thundering orgasm that had
her almost screaming in pleasure and release.  When it was over for her,
she almost literally fell off his face to lay next to him, shuddering and
gasping for several minutes in the aftermath.

   His attention no longer divided, Jeff was able to fully appreciate the
feeling of Sam's tight, wet vagina sliding up and down his manhood.  He
gently nudged her shoulder, and when she looked at him, he gestured that
she should raise up a bit.  When she did, she made it possible for him to
reach out and begin fondling HER breasts, much as he'd done with Yvonne -
who was finally starting to recover her senses.

   Jeff could feel himself starting to get close to his climax, and didn't
want to leave his darling daughter behind.  Knowing how much she liked it,
he focused his attentions on her nipples - pulling on them, and gently
pinching them.  As he hoped, the added sensation of what he was doing to
her breasts had soon ratcheted Sam's arousal and excitement even higher as
she began frantically bouncing herself up and down on his cock, the liquid
sounds and wet slaps of their joining filling a room that was already thick
with the heady aroma of aroused young woman.

   He was on the verge of finding his release, and hoping that it would be
enough to get Sam started, when she suddenly slammed herself down on him a
couple of times and cried out with the start of an orgasm.

   The feeling of her tight vagina spasming around his cock triggered
Jeff's release, too.  When the first hot spray of his cum washed the
deepest recesses of Sam's teenage pussy, her eyes flew open and she
exclaimed "Oh, God, Daddy - I can feel it!" before the power of her release
intensified.

   With the limitations imposed by his age and being male, Jeff's climax
ended before Samantha's - leaving him free to savor the sensations her hot,
tight vagina created as her orgasm gradually tapered off.  When all that
was left for her was the afterglow, she carefully moved to disconnect
herself from his manhood before managing a controlled collapse on the other
side of him from Yvonne - who had recovered enough from what she'd
experienced that she managed to grab one of the pillows on the bed and set
it over by Sam, saying "Wet spot." A few moments later, Samantha raised her
hips and slid the pillow underneath herself, apparently in an effort to
having Jeff's cum creating a wet spot that one of them would have to sleep
in.

   A couple of minutes later, Jeff felt Yvonne moving next to him.  A
moment after that and he felt a warm mouth surround his cock; when he
looked, it was Yvonne, her goal seeming to be cleaning the combination of
his and Sam's fluids from it.  It felt good, and there wasn't any way he
was going to respond to it so soon after cumming, so he just left her to
it.

   When she figured she was done, he felt her moving again - over him, with
the apparent goal of doing something to help Sam.  It was some time later,
when he heard a noise from Sam, that he finally moved his head to have a
look - and got the shock of his life.

   Yvonne was 'helping' Sam by enthusiastically licking and sucking his cum
from his daughter's pussy: it was Sam's obviously pleased response to
Yvonne's efforts that he'd heard.

   Once he got over the shock of actually seeing them together that way, he
realized that it made perfect sense, and explained a number of things that
he really hadn't thought about before - how Sam had the means and
opportunity to taste his semen before that first night with her; why
neither had made even a token objection when he used his mouth on them the
first time; why neither of them had exhibited much of a reaction when he
knew they'd had to have tasted themselves on him; and more recently, why
Yvonne had been so willing to clean the mixture of his AND SAM'S juices off
his cock.

   After making a mental note that he really needed to start paying
attention to what happened around him, Jeff settled himself in to watch the
show.  Plainly, nobody was forcing Yvonne to do anything; just as clearly,
SAM didn't have any objections.  Patently, it wasn't the first time for
either of them to do anything like that, so he didn't figure he had any
reason to object to it.  In fact, the idea of two women making love was a
fantasy that he'd had for as long as he could remember - and now he was
getting the chance to see it live, and in person.

   The angle they were at, Jeff had a fairly decent view of Yvonne's tongue
sliding up and down between Sam's distended labia.  Even as he was thinking
that it would be nice if Yvonne's hair wasn't in the way so he could see
better, she stopped what she was doing and turned her head to look at him.
Seeing that he was watching them, she gave him a shy smile - before tucking
her hair behind her ear and going back to what she'd been doing, leaving
him with the clearer view he'd been wishing for.

   A few minutes later, Sam said something that Jeff didn't quite catch -
but it must have been a command or request for Yvonne to turn around,
because she quickly moved so that she was straddling Samantha's head while
keeping her own head between Sam's thighs.

   Moments later, he began to hear two distinct sets of noises as Sam began
returning the pleasure she was getting from her friend.  He continued
watching, and it was only a few minutes before he saw Yvonne bring Samantha
to an orgasm; the sight of his daughter's vaginal opening 'winking' at him
as it clenched in time with the waves of pleasure coursing through her body
was something that caused his cock to start responding MUCH sooner than he
had any reason to expect - or ask.

   The temptation to watch as Sam pleased her friend was finally more than
Jeff could stand.  Pivoting on his tailbone, he reversed direction and then
positioned himself so that he could see Samantha's mouth and tongue working
their magic on Yvonne's sex.  It was several moments before Sam seemed to
take notice of him; she looked over at him and gave him a smile before
returning her attention to Yvonne's labia and clitoris.  The sight - and
thought - of his teenage daughter not only eating her best friend's pussy,
but sharing that event with him, soon had Jeff's manhood fully erect.  He
was starting to wonder if they'd really mind too much if he joined in when
he heard Yvonne say "Oh, GOD, I need that!"

   He looked down toward her head and saw that she was lustfully looking at
where his erection was waving in the air.  Samantha apparently heard her,
and pulled her mouth away from where she'd been softly sucking on Yvonne's
vaginal opening to pat her friend on the butt and say "Go ahead, then - I
don't mind!"

   When Yvonne had her leg out of the way, Sam turned to him with a smile
on her face and said "We like doing this, but having you inside us is so
much better!"

   Yvonne quickly guided Jeff to lie on his back, then squatted over him to
take his erect penis in her hand.  Holding him steady, she lowered herself
until his cock began to split her cleft as Jeff and Samantha both watched.
She slid him back and forth a few times to wet the head, then positioned
him against her opening.  The joy and pleasure she felt was plain on her
face as she slowly moved to impale herself on him; it wasn't a minute
before he felt her smooth, firm ass contact his upper thighs.

   Next to him, Jeff heard Sam say "That is so sexy to watch!  Do I look
like that?"

   "Pretty much" he finally answered, then went on to say "Not exactly the
same, because you look different between your legs, of course, but it's
still sexy as hell!"

   Samantha shivered slightly, then watched as her best friend started
moving herself up and down Jeff's cock, her oils making it glisten as she
began letting more and more of him slip free before taking him back in
again.

   Jeff could hear the awe and lust in his daughter's voice when she said
"LOOK at that!  You can see her lips - how they kind of stretch out when
she goes up, and then disappear inside her when she comes back down again!
I have got to tell her what it looks like!"

   A minute later, and Sam apparently couldn't stand it any more: with a
deep moan, she got to her knees and looked down at him before asking
"Daddy?" in an obvious plea for him to help address her desire - a request
that he readily granted by nodding to her.  She was plainly delighted, and
hurried to position herself over his face so that she was facing her
friend. Jeff happily put his hands on her small, tight ass before lifting
his head so he could slip his tongue between her dewy labia.

   And that was the start of the finest hour in Jeff's life.  Not just in
regard to the experience of it, but in his actions, too.  Or more
correctly, LACK of actions: for over an hour, Jeff managed to bring both
girls to several orgasms each, without climaxing himself.

   As he was feasting on Samantha, Yvonne was eagerly fucking herself on
his cock; after the 'warm-up' she'd gotten from Sam, it didn't take her
long to climax - hard.  When it was over, she un-impaled herself, leaving
an opening (so to speak) for Samantha to take over.  The delay between
Yvonne clearing his penis and Sam getting herself wrapped around it was
enough for Jeff to regain control.  After Sam had been on him a bit, Yvonne
decided that she needed some more oral attention from him.  Before he
finished with Yvonne (he was in no hurry, after all, and enjoyed the taste
of her), Samantha climaxed.  Sam then released him, which let Yvonne have
another go - during which Sam planted herself on his face again, to start
the whole cycle over again.

   It ended only because the two girls got more and more eager to have him
inside them, meaning that he had less and less time to 'pull back' from the
pleasure they were bringing him.  It was Yvonne on him again when he
finally hit his limits; when she tightened around him with the start of her
release, he pressed himself up into her as far as he could and nearly
bellowed as his penis started firing rockets of hot jism into her - making
her cry out at the sensation as she tightened around him even more.

   When he'd started to climax, Sam had thoughtfully lifted herself off
Jeff's face, and was lying on the bed when Yvonne finally disengaged
herself.  Sam handed the pillow off to her friend after a bit, then
proceeded to repeat Yvonne's actions from before: first cleaning Jeff with
her mouth, then moving on to eliminate the risk of one of them having to
sleep in a puddle by orally vacuuming Jeff's cum out of Yvonne.

   It was several minutes later, and all of them had managed to reach out
and put a hand of reassurance and comfort on someone else when Jeff told
them "If you think we're going to be doing this for the rest of my
birthday, you're crazy!" - and getting soft laughs from both of them before
Sam answered "I don't think either one of us could stand it any more than
you could, Daddy!" followed by a noise of confirmation from Yvonne.

   Several more minutes went by before Jeff told them "I don't know about
you two, but I'm in no condition to take a shower.  How about if we just
clean up a little, and go to bed - to sleep, this time?"

   Both girls laughed again before Yvonne answered "You've got MY vote!"

   Sam spoke up then, saying "That sounds like a good idea to me, too. 
Except that you're supposed to just relax, Daddy, so we'll be the ones to
clean you up."

   Plaintively, Yvonne asked "WE?", making Jeff and Sam laugh before Sam
answered "Yes, we.  You wanted to help, so help!"

   Yvonne jokingly complained "Damn slave driver!", prompting the other two
to smile.

   Several seconds later, Samantha groaned as she got up and stood next to
the bed.  Looking down at her friend, she said "Come on, lazy bones.  We're
going to clean up so we can take care of him!"

   Yvonne blew a raspberry at Sam before getting up with a groan of her
own. When she was standing, the two of them headed for the bathroom.  There
were a couple minutes worth of assorted noises before they came back out
again, visibly refreshed, with Yvonne carrying a glass of water and Sam
bringing a washcloth and small towel.

   Samantha wiped his face with the damp washcloth - which proved to be
more refreshing than Jeff would have expected - before Yvonne helped him
sit up so he could take the water glass.  As he drank, Sam moved on to give
his penis and scrotum a thorough cleaning before drying him of.  When she
was done, she waited until he gave the glass back to Yvonne so they could
make their way to the bathroom again.  By the time they got back to the
bed, he'd put the pillows back (which earned him a Look from both) and
gotten himself situated in the middle of the bed.  The girls separated so
that each could climb in and lie down next to him and tuck themselves into
his sides.  He put an arm around each and hugged them before Yvonne reached
over to turn out the lamp.

   The next morning, Jeff woke up to find Samantha spooned against his
front while Yvonne nestled against his back.  He resisted it for as long as
he could, but he finally had to release his hold on Sam's breast and start
to get out of bed.  He was clambering over Sam's inert form when he heard
her playfully ask "And just WHERE do you think you're going, Mister?  We're
still supposed to be taking care of you, remember?"

   He grinned at her and answered "There are SOME things you can't do for
me, and I'm going to take care of one of them right now."

   "And what's that?" his daughter demanded.

   "I have to go to the bathroom - unless you want to help me with THAT,
too?"

   She made a face at him before answering "Ew.  No thanks!", followed by a
soft laugh from Yvonne.

   When he got back, Sam and Yvonne were lying on their backs, plainly
waiting for him to rejoin them.  He got to the foot of the bed, and stood
there for several seconds just looking at them as they lay there naked,
patently unconcerned with his examination.  When he was done, he moved
between them as they expected, and wasn't surprised when each rolled onto
her side and draped an arm and leg across him before resting their heads on
his shoulders.  Each started playing with the hair on his chest, so he put
an arm around them and began softly caressing their backs and sides -
delighting in how similar, yet different, they felt under his hands.

   As the three of them lay there, Jeff once again realized just how lucky
he was, and how very much he loved and cared about both of them.  It didn't
take much for him to be able to turn his head and give each of them a soft
kiss on top of the head before telling them "I love you." Both tilted their
heads to look up at him, plainly delighted with what he'd done and said,
before assuring him that they loved him, too.

   Jeff was content to just stay there like that with them for as long as
he could.  But when his stomach growled - much to the amusement of both
girls - Sam told him "Okay, I guess it is time to feed you, isn't it?"

   He tried to tell them that he was fine just lying there with them - but
his stomach growled again, giving lie to his words as both girls laughed.
Both sat up and gave him a kiss on the cheek before Samantha told him "You
just lay there, and we'll get breakfast; I think after last night, you need
a LOT of it." - Yvonne nodded enthusiastically, making him smile - "What do
you want to eat?"

   "YOU!" he declared as he reached for both of them.

   Both laughed, and pushed his arms away before Yvonne told him "Later. 
What do you want for breakfast?  You know, food, that we can cook!"

   He told them, and after another set of kisses from them, they got up and
headed for the kitchen.  A few minutes later, he'd sat up against the
headboard when Sam brought him a cup of coffee, saying "There'll be more
with breakfast, but I thought you'd want some before then."

   He took the coffee, and she let him kiss both of her nipples before she
backed up and playfully told him "That's enough of that for now.  We've got
all day and tonight, okay?" with a smile.

   His reply of "I guess so" made her laugh before she turned to go back to
the kitchen.  Over the rim of his coffee cup, he enjoyed watching the way
her ass clenched as she walked away.

   He'd almost finished his coffee when the girls came in with breakfast -
there was enough piled on the platters that he seriously hoped they hadn't
made all of it just for HIM.  They set a couple of bed trays over his lap,
and put most of the food on the nightstands within easy reach.  He was glad
to see that they'd brought plates for themselves, too.  Once things were
set up, breakfast consisted of the two of them taking turns feeding him so
that they could eat with him.  As it turned out, all three of them had
worked up a healthy appetite the night before, and they easily took care of
everything the girls had cooked.

   When all of them were done eating - Jeff ate as much as the two of them
together - Yvonne and Sam went about getting everything back to the
kitchen. The last thing to go was the thermal carafe of coffee after Sam
topped off his cup.  As she started to leave, she told him "If you'll wait
a minute, we'll be back to shower with you."

   That seemed like a pretty good deal to him, and he waited patiently for
the few minutes it took them to get back to him.  As his imagination had
promised, showering with two teenage girls proved to be more that twice as
much fun as having just one.

   After the hot water ran out, and they'd dried off, Samantha lustily told
him "Don't bother getting dressed - we aren't going to!", letting him know
that it was bound to be an 'interesting' day.

   And it proved to be a very interesting - and enjoyable - day.  Between
bouts of sex with one or both of them, they pampered him mercilessly.  The
only thing they were willing to let him do for himself was use the
bathroom; one or both of them dealt with everything else.  By the time they
were ready for bed that night, he was sexually exhausted after - he counted
mentally - six climaxes for him, and many more than that for each of them,
since they'd first awakened that morning.

   When the three of them DID go to bed, the girls teamed up to give him a
massage that had him sound asleep well before they were finished.  The next
morning was a close repeat of the first: breakfast in bed followed by a
group shower.  Right up until the time Yvonne had to go home, they
continued pampering him - but without the sex.

   Before she left, he told Yvonne how much it meant to him that she would
want to help him celebrate his birthday, and how much he enjoyed it,
delighting her.  After she was gone, he got Sam onto his lap and made it
clear to her that he was even MORE appreciative of what SHE had done,
making her even more ecstatic than Yvonne had been.

   It was early summer, and Jeff was with Sam and the rest of her Girl
Scout troop at an annual event between them and the Boy Scouts.  The two
councils had gotten together and come up with a set of competitions that
didn't favor either group: no feats of strength that would be biased toward
the boys, and nothing requiring the kind of limberness that the girls
tended to be better at.  Things were set up so that teams of equal numbers
of boys and girls had as close to an equal chance of winning as could be
managed.  Since it's inception, it had proven to be a popular competition
with both groups, and the results were hotly contested.

   Jeff was standing and watching an exercise that had a team from each
group trying to accomplish a series of tasks when a woman standing next to
him asked "Which one is your boy?"

   He laughed, and said "She's the one with the long black hair.  Which one
is your daughter?"

   The woman laughed and answered "He's the one with the fanny pack.  Why
is a dad here with a Girl Scout troop?"

   "Why is a mom here with Boy Scouts?" he asked, in response.

   "His dad was killed in a construction accident when he was five.  You?"

   "Car accident at three", he replied, then turned to look at her.

   She was looking at him, too, and he saw that she was a couple of inches
shorter than him, and as fair as his wife had been dark: pale blonde hair
to just past her shoulders, and emerald green eyes.  She was also
noticeably more buxom, and had a somewhat larger frame.  She wasn't fat;
far from it in fact - she was just more solidly built than Patty had been.

   She told him "I'm Louise.  I think I'd like to hear how a guy manages
being involved in a Girl Scout troop", with a smile.

   He smiled back and said "Jeff.  And I know I'd like to hear how a woman
deals with a bunch of Boy Scouts."

   She laughed again - he liked the sound of it - and said "I was a whole
lot more at home in a department store than I am the deep woods, so it
wasn't easy.  But he's my son, so I did what I had to - even going camping
with the rest of them.  About the umpteenth time I found a snake or a big
bug in my sleeping bag, I finally stopped being afraid of them.  Along the
way, I learned how to start a fire by rubbing two dry wits together, and
how to tie things together that had never been tied before.  I eventually
learned that being dirty and smelly after a three-day campout wasn't going
to kill me, and that you don't have to pee standing up to be able to
survive out in the middle of nowhere."

   He grinned at her and said "Sounds kind of like what I went through. 
I've played 'dress up' so we could have tea and crumpets with her and her
bunny, Teddy bear, and Raggedy Ann doll.  I learned how to do French
braids, and I can play one mean game of jacks.  Even though I DO pee
standing up, and I can still stitch an even hem in a skirt.  It took me a
month, but I even got up the nerve to tell Samantha - Sam - about puberty
and having periods - before they steamrolled her."

   She grinned back and said "Only a month?  That's good!  It took me TWO
to have the talk with Kevin."

   They looked at each other, and both laughed before Jeff told her "Sounds
like both of us have had our fair share of troubles seeing to it our kids
didn't have to miss out on anything.  Any woman that isn't scared of snakes
and bugs deserves to have someone buy her a drink - say, a Coke from the
stand over there?"

   "And any guy that's willing to put on a funny hat" - "AND earrings AND
makeup!" he informed her - "and all the rest" she amended, with a nod of
her head, "deserves to have someone buy HIM a drink." before they both
turned and walked over to where there was a concession stand.  Each bought
the other's drink, and they toasted each other and took a sip before she
asked him "What was your wife's name?"

   "Patricia, but I always called her Patty.  We'd only been married four
yeas when she was coming home from the school where she taught, and got hit
by a truck going to fast on a wet street." he answered.

   "His name was John, but he was Jack to me.  He was on a construction
site for an office building when a crane dropped the steel beam it was
trying to lift up."

   They quietly toasted each other again before she suggested "Shall we go
see how they did?" He nodded, and the two of them went back to watch the
rest of the event.

   As it went on, he learned that she worked half-days as a guidance
counsellor at a school to supplement the monthly payments she received as
part of her husband's insurance settlement, and he told her what he did for
a living.  The two of them continued to chat until Louise reached into her
purse and pulled out a pen and wrote something on a piece of paper.  She
handed it to him and said "There's my name and number; I think I'd like to
hear from you again - maybe we could go out for drinks or dinner or
something."

   He borrowed the use of her pen, and got a slip of paper from her so he
could write the same information down for her, and give it back before
telling her "And there's mine.  Yeah, I think I'd like that, too."

   About that time, Samantha and Kevin came up to them, both of them
slightly flushed.  Sam proudly informed Jeff that the Girl Scouts had
beaten the Boy Scout team - only to hear as Kevin told his mother that it
was only by a couple of seconds.  Jeff introduced Sam to Louise, and Louise
introduced Kevin to him.  Jeff and Louise smiled at each other in humor as
the two kids gave each other a little bit of the fish-eye.

   Saying that they had to go, Louise - and Kevin, with a gentle nudge -
congratulated Sam on the victory before the two of them left.

   When they were gone, Samantha wouldn't rest until she'd gently badgered
Jeff into telling her everything about how he'd come to know Louise.  After
she'd had a good look at the paper with Louise's name and phone number, she
handed it back and told Jeff "I think you should call her.  Maybe as soon
as we get home, so she doesn't think you're not interested."

   Jeff glared at her - which didn't have any appreciable affect - before
he told her "I am not going to call her as soon as we get home.  Maybe in a
few days I'll call her and see if she wants to go out for a cup of coffee
or something."

   "Daddy!  You said that you were going to start trying to go out and meet
women!  And now when one just gives you her phone number and everything,
you want to wait, and MAYBE ask her out for COFFEE?  Oh!  You men!"

   Since she'd started going out on 'car dates', Samantha had learned that
not every guy was as nice as she wanted them to be - OR as understandable
to her as Jeff usually was.  Though none of the guys she'd gone out with
had tried to get more familiar with her than she was willing (she hadn't
volunteered anything, and he knew better than to ask), she'd still come
home after a couple of dates complaining how the boy she'd been out with
was positively Neanderthal.

   He politely reminded her "Yes, I said I'd start trying to meet women -
and you agreed that there wasn't any hurry." - which earned him a look that
would have felled an ox.

   To his relief, Sam didn't say anything more about his meeting with
Louise - not that day, or the days that followed.

   It was a week and a half before Jeff summoned the nerve to call Louise;
she sounded happy to hear from him, and readily agreed to dinner and some
dancing with him.

   When Samantha learned about his date, she was delighted - and did
everything she could to help him get ready.  She also managed to embarrass
the hell out of him by asking if he was taking any condoms with him "just
in case" When he said that he didn't think that he and Louise were quite to
that point yet, he got a withering look before she politely informed him
that it was better to be ready than be sorry.  He had to promise to stop
and get some before he met Louise before she'd let the matter drop - with a
warning that she WOULD be checking to see if he had a receipt when he got
home, and that it had BETTER have the right time on it.  He couldn't help
thinking that if he wasn't quite so intimately involved with his daughter,
he wouldn't have to tolerate safe sex lectures from her - and then saw the
humor in the situation.

   The dinner with Louise was as pleasant as he'd hoped it would be.  They
decided to call an early end to the dancing because neither was happy with
the environment - too loud and not to their taste.  Instead, they DID end
up going out for coffee, spending a couple of hours in a chain restaurant
just talking to each other.  When he took her home, Louise gave him a smile
and a kiss on the cheek before telling him that she'd enjoyed herself more
that she had in years - which was much the same way he felt, and he told
her so.

   When he got home, Samantha was waiting up for him - leaving him somewhat
amused at the reversal of their roles - and just as she'd warned, demanded
to see the receipt for the 3-pack of condoms he'd bought.  Once she was
satisfied that he'd done as he promised, she insisted that he tell her how
it had gone - and was inordinately pleased with him by the time he
finished.

   Over the next couple of months, Jeff and Louise gradually saw more and
more of each other.  At different times, each told the other different
things about their deceased spouse, and their relationship - not as any
kind of 'comparison', but more as a way for each to help the other
understand the how and why of the different things they did.  As their
relationship grew, they began including Kevin and Samantha in their various
outings.

   Initially, the two youngsters weren't all that wild about being
included. But when neither parent started insisting that they had to get
along, they eventually decided on their own that they liked each other. 
While they didn't sit around and make eyes at each other, it wasn't
uncommon to see them walking close to each other, either.  When the four of
them went swimming one day, Kevin definitely noticed the way Sam filled her
modest (at Jeff's insistence) bikini; for her part, Samantha did happen to
notice that Kevin was fairly muscular and filled his suit nicely, as well.

   Louise and Jeff watched the their kids getting comfortable with each
other even as the two of them were doing much the same.  Louise was kissing
Jeff on the lips when they said 'good night' after a date, and the two of
them had even started doing a little making out on occasion.  Neither of
them was inclined to push for more intimacy than the other seemed ready
for, and each was patient and understanding when the other had an attack of
nervousness for whatever reason.  Both were having to re-learn how to go
out on dates and try to establish meaningful relationships after each had
been 'out of action' for a considerable time.  It helped that both
maintained a sense of humor about their foibles, and were able to joke
about their occasional relapses.

   The feelings that Jeff and Louise had for each other continued to grow
as they spent more and longer periods of time with each other, and saw each
other in conditions and situations that were progressively less formal or
structured.  As was to be expected, they began to learn about each other's
quirks, too - Jeff discovered that Louise had a fondness for Hollywood
'gossip' magazines; she learned that he could be annoyingly literal at
times.  Similarly, the kids found things out about each other: Sam was
horrified to learn that despite his fairly decent grades in school, Kevin
didn't have much (any, really) appreciation for literature; Kevin thought
himself eminently practical, and didn't see any point to Samantha's
intellectualism.  But the patience all of them exhibited, along with a
willingness to be tolerant of each other's differences, kept things from
getting awkward or unworkable.

   Eventually, Jeff and Louise got to the point where they went past simply
making out, and began having sex.

   The first time it happened, Samantha had gone over to Yvonne's house for
a sleepover, and Jeff and Louise had spent the evening watching a sappy
movie at his place.  After it was over, they spent a little time making
out. It was a bit late when they finally broke apart.  Jeff asked Louise if
she and Kevin would like to go out for breakfast with him and Sam the next
morning, a Sunday - and if so what time should he pick them up?

   He was somewhat baffled by her answer, however: "Yeah, I think he'd like
that.  I'm sure we can pick him up on the way anytime."

   Seeing the confusion on his face, she smiled and said "You'd only be
going to get Kevin.  I'll already be here, if that's okay with you."

   It took him a second to realize what she was saying, and he couldn't
help but look at her in surprise.  She confirmed what he was thinking by
telling him "Yes, I'm saying I'd still be here.  I'd like to spend the
night with you - assuming you don't mind!" teasing him.

   He could only grin at her before he answered "No, I don't mind; I'd like
that, in fact."

   "I thought you might!" she laughed.

   He hesitated a moment before asking "Do you need to call home and let
Kevin know?"

   She looked into his eyes as she told him "No.  He's spending the night
with one of his friends so they can make plans for a camping trip they want
to take in a couple weeks - at my suggestion."

   Jeff realized then that she'd neatly dealt with something that he hadn't
been able to find a solution to: how the two of them could find a time and
place to start becoming intimate with each other without making it obvious
to one or the other (or even both) of the kids what was going on.  It
wasn't that either of them was embarrassed about wanting to be together,
only that neither one of them felt their kids needed to know about it.  It
also told him that Louise had clearly come over with the possibility of
staying the night with him in her mind.

   He leaned over and kissed her, and then by silent agreement the two of
them got up and walked hand in hand to Jeff's bedroom.  There, she released
his hand to take a couple of steps away before turning to face him. 
Without saying a word, she started undressing in front of him as she kept
her eyes on his face - plainly watching for his reaction to seeing her.

   As she shed her blouse and skirt, she carefully set each across the back
of a chair, leaving herself standing dressed only in a bra and panties that
Jeff could only figure she'd gotten at someplace like Victoria's Secret -
and then, just for that occasion.

   She reached between her breasts and unfastened a catch that Jeff
couldn't see before pulling the cups away.  When she did, her breasts
sagged slightly - as much from their size as from her age, he judged: they
were large and full, and more rounded than conical.  Her areolas were was
barely darker than her pink skin, and slightly large, with a thick nipple
standing out from each.  As he watched, her nipples got longer as the peaks
of her breasts hardened slightly in the cool air.

   Plainly relieved that he didn't run away screaming at the sight of her,
she shrugged herself free of the bra - causing a sympathetic wobble in her
breasts that Jeff found delightful.  The bra joined her other clothes, and
she paused for a few moments before sliding her thumbs under the waistband
of her panties.  She slid them down her legs, and bent over to slip then
free of her feet; when she stood up again, he could see that she had shaved
her mons - the skin of her pudendum was clearly soft and smooth, and
between her thighs, he could see the edges of her labia.  Looking at her -
ALL of her - he was more than pleased with what he saw: a grown woman of
medium size that plainly kept herself fit and trim.  Her legs weren't
particularly long, but they were nicely curved and obviously firm; her
waist and hips were womanly, but not exaggerated.  All in all, he thought,
she made a very attractive package.

   Following her example, Jeff calmly undressed himself - his shirt and
slacks finding a place on the seat of the chair Louise had used.  His socks
went on the floor in front of the chair before he slipped his hands under
the waistband of his shorts and slid them down before tossing them to keep
the rest of his clothes company.  He got enough exercise that he was
comfortable that his body was the male equivalent of hers; her smile let
him know she was pleased with the effect her hairless mons had on him.

   She turned to reach for the covers on his bed, giving him a look at her
full but firm ass; when she bent over slightly to pull them down, he got
the chance to see that her labia were slightly thick and long - and the
area between them damp.

   When she was lying on the bed, she looked up at him in expectation - and
he didn't delay in joining her.  He reached for the lamp next to the bed
and looked at her in question; she simply told him "You can leave it on if
you want.  I like what I'm seeing, and I can tell that you do, too", the
last with a grin.  He grinned back at her, and pulled his hand away,
leaving the lamp on.

   Jeff rolled onto his side to look down at her, and saw that Louise was
feeling a bit nervous.  She saw him looking at her in concern and told him
"A couple of things you need to know.  First, I started on the Pill again
some time ago, so we don't have to worry about that.  Second, I used up all
my nerve getting naked like that; from here on, it's up to you."

   Jeff wasn't sure that he was willing to believe that she'd lost her
courage about the two of them being together; but since she made it clear
she wanted him to take the lead, he was certainly willing to do so.  He
smiled down at her and said "I think I can do that." and got a reply of "I
figured you could." before he lowered his head to touch his lips to hers.
After a few seconds, he put his hand on her breast, holding its warm spongy
mass for several seconds before beginning to investigate it and its mate.
Her breasts weren't as hard and tight as he suspected they'd once been, but
they were still a lot firmer than he would have expected at her age.  His
fingertips discovered that he could feel where her areolas started by the
change in the texture of her skin, even though their surface wasn't
noticeably higher than the surrounding tissue.  And as his fingertips and
thumb brushed across her nipples, they didn't get very much longer; but
they did get thicker and harder, becoming like little rubber erasers.

   As their kiss deepend and lengthened, he soon had her areolas slightly
puckered and her nipples standing proud under his touch.  He started moving
his hand lower and lower on her body, using his fingertips to memorize the
feel of her skin.  He toyed with her navel for a few seconds, and when his
hand finally moved on, he felt her spread her legs to make it easy for him
to reach what she knew was his next goal.

   He spent no small amount of time investigating the smooth softness of
her bare mons before finally letting his hand slip between her thighs to
begin exploring the area between.  He couldn't be sure, but he thought that
her labia had gotten a little longer than they'd been when he got to see
them.  However, he didn't have any doubt that the area between was wetter.

   Nor was there any doubt when the end of his finger reached her clitoris.
Aside from the soft groan she released into his mouth (where their tongues
were wrestling at the time), its size made it obvious: it was easily as big
as half the last digit of his little finger, if not larger.  Letting his
finger drop lower again, he didn't have any difficulty finding the entrance
to her vagina - all he had to do was keep his finger in the oils she was
producing so copiously and they led him right to the source.  One finger
slipped into her easily; a second was only slightly more difficult.

   Keeping his hand between her thighs (and his fingers between her vaginal
lips), he gradually pulled his lips away from hers so that he could kiss
his way down her throat and on to between her breasts.  From her cleavage,
he slowly kissed a long, slow spiral up one of her breasts that ended when
he could finally begin licking and sucking on her nipple.

   As he engaged his lips and mouth and tongue in that pleasureable
endeavor, he returned his attentions to Mount Clitoris.  It didn't take him
long to discover that it wasn't quite as sensitive as Yvonne's much smaller
one - probably something to do with the same number of nerves, but only in
a larger or smaller area, he supposed.  In any case, it meant that he had
more time to enjoy the process of transferring her abundant lubrication
from where she was producing it to where he wanted to use it - with
occasional side trips to 'check her temperature' with his fingers.

   He was softly twirling his fingertip around her engorged clitoris when
she surprised him by having a small orgasm - something that ended with the
focus of his attentions disappearing under its hood.

   Both of her nipples were as erect as he could get them, and he decided
that he'd like to try and encourage her clit to come out and play again -
as well as sample the taste of the ample supply of fluids she was
producing. He gave each of her nipples a brief suck and kiss before
starting to kiss his way down her body.  He was indirectly approaching her
belly button when she realized where he was heading - he could hear the
hesitation in her voice when she said "I...  I've never...  Nobody's ever
done that to me before.  I'm not sure...  You don't have to..."

   He lifted his head to smile up at her and say "I know I don't have to.
If you're not sure, then why not give it a try, first?  If it helps any, I
like doing it."

   She gave him a tentative nod of her head, and he went back to what he'd
been doing - and a few seconds later, dipped the tip of his tongue into her
'innie' belly button.  That caused her to arch herself up towards him as
she released an aroused moan, and Jeff figured it wouldn't take her long to
decide that having his tongue between her pussy lips could be just as nice
- and even better.

   It wasn't much longer before Jeff got his chance to show Louise that
oral sex wasn't something she had to worry about - except, perhaps, not
getting enough of it.  After a couple of minutes of kissing and gently
'lip-biting' the soft flesh of her mons, he got the view of her he'd been
after: the sight of her fleshy labia, darkened with her desire, extending
from the hairless hills of her pudendum.  They had separated, and he could
easily see that the inside surface of each was coated with her oils. 
Together, they bracketed the easily visible entrance to her vagina; the
ring of her opening clenched slightly every so often in response to some
movement or other, making it appear as though it were winking at him.  He
looked up and saw the slight trepidation on her face - which disappeared
when he simply told her "You're lovely, here."
Her head lowered to the pillow again, and before she could start to
worry about it, he did the same - then extended his tongue and ran it
between her labia, from her perineum at the bottom to the top, finishing
with a glancing blow to where her clitoris was hiding.  She gasped in
response, and he didn't hesitate to do it again - her oils were slightly

thick, and tangy on his tongue, and he was eager to sample them again.

   It was only a very few minutes before she'd raised her knees and spread
her thighs as far as she could, opening herself as much as possible to the
new experience and pleasure he was giving her - and enjoying every moment
of it.  It wasn't long before her clitoris came out to see who the new
visitor was, and was promptly engaged in a rousing game of 'tag' that had
her moaning and gasping in pleasure.  With it being her first time having
anyone doing that for her, Jeff decided to make it a truly memorable
occasion, and patiently went about getting her as aroused as he could -
bringing her to the very edge of release and holding her there for several
seconds before a furious tongue-lashing of her clitoris pushed or over the
edge into a thunderous orgasm.  He had two of his fingers inside her at the
time, and marvelled at the power with which her vaginal muscles clenched
around them as spasm after spasm of obviously intense relief washed through
her body.

   When her release was down to an occasional shudder, he slid his fingers
out of her vagina, accompanied by her soft moan of disappointment.  He
quickly and happily licked them clean of her essence, and after a soft kiss
to where her clit had again taken refuge, he moved himself over her.  The
experience of introducing her to cunnilingus, along with the sight of her
hairless pelvis, had him fully erect; he let his hard cock rest along her
smooth cleft as he got his body supported over hers.  He could feel the
peaks of her warm breasts pressing against his chest as he watched her
coming out of the postorgasmic fog she was in.

   Her eyes opened, and when she saw him over her, quickly wrapped her arms
around him and pulled him down for a kiss that included trying to lick his
tonsils.  She finally released him (only because she needed the oxygen, he
thought) and exclaimed "I always thought that sounded kind of...  nasty. 
But it wasn't - it was great!" with wide eyed enthusiasm.

   Only then did she seem to realize that she'd just kissed the same mouth
that had been bringing her such joy - and HOW it had brought her that joy.

   She softly smacked her lips a couple of times before asking "That... 
that's how I taste?  Down there?"

   Jeff just smiled and nodded, and after a moment's consideration, she
decided "I guess it's okay", before pulling him down for another kiss. 
When their lips separated that time, she finally realized where he was, and
that she could feel his erect cock resting against her pubes.  She was
plainly delighted when she told him "Oh, god, yes!  I want you in me so
bad!"

   Jeff lowered his head to give her another kiss before arching his hips
back to slide the head of his penis down the furrow of her cleft.  Louise
reached down between them and took him in her hand to position him against
her opening, and held him steady as he started to push himself inside her.

   She was so wet inside that he was able to bury himself in her tight
channel in a single slow stroke that ended only when he felt the ring of
her opening wrapped around the base of his penis.

   She lifted her hips, pressing her pelvis against his as she told him
"Please, Jeff - fuck me!"

   So he did.  Starting with slow, short strokes to make sure he was
properly wetted with her woman's lubrication, he quickly progressed to a
steady rhythm that had nearly his entire length sliding in and out of her -
accompanied by her panting, and moans and groans of increasing arousal. 
His actions easily saw her through one orgasm; he could tell that she was
getting close again when his cock let him know that HE wasn't far off,
either - and that it would be close.

   He tried to put his own release off so that he wouldn't leave her
behind, but when he looked down to where his glistening penis was sliding
in and out of her hairless crotch, it was too much for him.  After a couple
of hard, pounding thrusts into her, he pressed himself as far inside her as
he could before he started spraying hot jets of semen into her hot
womanhood.  Louise must have been closer than he thought she'd been: when
the first thick wad of his cum erupted in her, she suddenly cried out "Yes!
Cum in me!  Fill me up with it!" before her womanhood clamped down and
started spasming around him.

   Her cries were encouragement that he didn't need - particularly with the
added stimulation of her pussy trying to milk his cock for every drop of
cum she could get from him.

   By the time both of them had begun to get their senses back from the
intensity of their climaxes, Jeff was only half hard.  But he continued to
hold himself over - and in - her.  Not only because he enjoyed it, but
because he figured he couldn't go wrong if she wanted them to cuddle; if
she didn't, she could easily say so.

   As it turned out, he was right on the first count about whether Louise
wanted them to cuddle.  When she opened her eyes, she was plainly glad to
see him there; when she started to move and realized that he was still
inside her, her expression changed to one of delight.  She put her arms
around him and pulled him down on top of her.  When he tried to protest
that he was too heavy to lie on her, she just kissed him and politely said
"No, you're not, so shut up.  If you're worried about it, prop yourself up
on your elbows so I can breathe easier - but I want to feel the rest of you
ON me."

   He did as she insisted, and the two of them lay there for several
minutes.  Other than exchanging an occasional kiss, neither of them felt
any need to move, or say anything.  The frequent slight tightening of
Louise's vagina dramatically slowed the softening of Jeff's penis in her -
but couldn't stop it from happening completely.

   Only when it was clear that pretty much any movement more extreme than
simply breathing would cause him to uncork from her did she say "I'm not
fussy about having your cum in me or anything; but when you pull loose,
it's going to start running out of me.  Now, I sure don't want to sleep in
a big ol' wet spot tonight, and after what you just did for me, I'm sure
not going to make YOU sleep in it.  I don't think either one of us wants to
have to bother having to change the sheets, either.  So if you can unplug
and get off of me quick enough, I can hold enough of it in with my hand to
make it to the bathroom.  Think you can do that?"

   He couldn't help grinning before he told her "I can sure try." before
lowering his head to give her a kiss.  She kissed him back and smiled up at
him before saying "I expect both of us know that whatever we do next, it's
going to happen - so whenever you're ready..."

   He knew she could feel his body tense slightly as he got ready to move,
so she was ready when he managed to lift himself off of her and move out of
the way.  She quickly pressed her hand against her crotch and held it there
as she carefully got out of bed and hurried to the bathroom.  After the
door closed behind her, Jeff got up and went to the 'public' bathroom that
Samantha had to share with any visitors.  Inside, he dampened a washcloth
and cleaned his cock and balls of whatever of his and/or Louise's juices he
could find.  When he was done, he rinsed it out and tossed it in the
laundry hamper before going back to his bedroom - where he found Louise
already waiting for him on the bed.

   She looked at him questioningly, and he explained "I figured if you
wanted to clean up, then it wouldn't hurt any if I did, too." as he moved
to lie next to her.  She looked pleased, and when he was lying on his back
next to her, she rolled over so that she was half-lying on him with a leg
across his and an arm on his chest.  She found a comfortable spot for her
head on his shoulder, and Jeff put his arm around her, his hand resting on
her hip - which he softly patted.

   Several minutes went by with the two of them just snuggling with each
other before she told him "I heard about men using their mouths on women
before, of course, but I always thought it sounded kind of...  well... 
nasty.  I mean, that's where women have our periods, and where a man goes.
Jack was a dear man, and I loved him to death - but he was a construction
worker because all he ever was was average in school.  He didn't have a lot
of imagination, and he sure wasn't what you could call real adventurous
when it came to sex.  Oh, we made love plenty; but it was always just him
being inside me.  Sure, we'd change positions some, but that was about as
frisky as we ever got.  I doubt that he ever even thought about doing
anything like that."

   He gave her a brief hug, and she went on "What I'm trying to say is, is
that it never occurred to me that anybody would want to do that with me. 
So when I realized that you wanted to, it kind of scared me, actually.  I
was afraid that you'd think I tasted bad, and I didn't think I'd want to
kiss you again, you know, afterwards.  And I sure wasn't happy about you
looking at me there, between my legs - I mean, not that close or that way.
Then you DID look at me, and you told me you thought I was pretty, which
made me at least feel better even if I still wasn't sure about the rest of
it.  Then you put your tongue in me that first time, when I didn't really
expect it so soon; then when you did it again, right away, I decided that
if you wanted to do it, it was okay.  But the more you did it, and the
different things you did, well, it started feeling better and better - and
then it felt really good, when you made me cum."

   She tilted her head to look at him long enough to say "I guess you
figured out that I kissed you before I remembered what you'd been doing."
before tilting it back again and continuing "You didn't say or do anything
to make me think that me kissing you afterwards was anything more that just
us kissing; so I actually thought about what it tasted like, instead of
just doing what I figured I was supposed to.  It wasn't a BAD taste, not
like spoiled milk or anything, so I figured to try it again - and decided
that it tastes okay.  Now I'm starting to think that maybe some of the
other things I've heard about might not be as bad as I thought they
sounded."

   Jeff hugged her again before saying "Don't think that there's anything
you should, or have to, do with me.  Louise, I love you, and the last thing
I'd ever want is for you to feel like you HAVE to do - or not do - anything
with me that you're not willing to, or happy about.  You just told me that
you and Jack didn't have a lot of variety in how you made love - and that's
okay, because that was right for you and him.  Patty and I, well, we kind
of went the other way.  Short of actually hurting each other, or animals, I
don't think there was anything that we weren't willing to at least try. 
Some of it both of us liked; other things, one or both of us didn't care
for.  But we were at least open to the experience, and the things that we
both liked helped keep our sex life more exciting than it maybe would have
been otherwise.  But neither of us EVER said or did anything to try and
'push' the other one, or make them feel bad or guilty if there was
something they didn't want to do.  Tonight, if you'd told me 'no', then I
wouldn't have tried to push you.  I would have stopped and done something
else to help you get excited."

   He could feel her blush slightly as she told him "Oh, you were doing
just fine, even before that.  Jack, he wasn't real big on a lot of
foreplay. As soon as I was wet and he was hard, we'd be going at it.  And
when he was finished, he'd get off of me and fall asleep likely as not. 
That's why I wanted you stay on top of me that way, after I found out you
were still there and still inside me.  It felt nice having someone with me
like that."

   She played with his chest hairs for a few moments before she added "And
it makes me even happier to be able to just lay here with you, afterwards.
It's like you want to be here, and make me feel good."

   Surprised, he answered "But, Louise - I DO.  Us guys, we're usually
pretty easy.  I mean, once we've had our climax, that's all it really takes
for US to be happy most of the time.  But from what I know about women,
it's not so much the physical part like it is with men, but having us guys
there before and after the sex part that makes you happy, and feel loved. I
know that most guys can't or won't do that; I guess I'm kind of weird that
way, because I like cuddling and holding each other afterwards."

   Louise snuggled closer and told him "And you do a damn fine job of it,
too", raising up enough to kiss his cheek before settling down again.

   Some time later, she stopped playing with his chest hairs to ask "Jeff,
I'm not trying to embarrass you or anything, and I don't mean to sound like
I didn't enjoy it, but..."

   He interrupted to ask "You want to know if it was just the one time,
tonight?"

   He could feel her blush as she hesitantly told him "Well, yeah.  Neither
one of us is as young as we used to be, and..." she trailed off.

   He laughed softly and answered "I'm not that old, yet.  I'll admit it
takes me a little longer before I'm ready, but we can do it again - even
longer - if you want."

   He could hear that she was pleased - and even a touch embarrassed - when
she said "I think I'd like that."

   He couldn't resist teasing her, and said "Of course, how soon depends on
what kind of encouragement I get..."

   She blushed furiously into his chest before she realized that he WAS
teasing.  Getting into the spirit of the thing, she playfully demanded "Are
you sure you're not just bragging?" - only to be surprised when he answered
"I said how soon, not IF." before giving her a soft slap on the butt.

   Jeff felt her hand make a slow journey down his body before she
hesitantly took him in her hand.  She gently squeezed him, and after she'd
gently stroked him a few times, felt him begin to respond.  Her head tilted
to look at him before she asked "You can...  Already?"

   He jokingly told her "You already have the answer to that in your hand."

   She surprised him when she suddenly released him and sat up to say "The
same way Jack never looked at me like you did, I never really looked at
him. We saw each other naked, of course, but I never really got the chance
to look at him - the way you were looking at me, I mean."

   She didn't have to ask the question; he simply told her "If you want to
look, then look.  I don't mind."

   She gave him a happy - and slightly embarrassed - smile, and got herself
situated so that she had a clear and close-up view of his penis and
testicles before she reached out to hold him again.  She was slightly
hesitant at first, but when he didn't say or do anything to discourage her
or indicate that she was doing anything wrong, her confidence quickly grew.
She spent a couple of minutes simply moving him around, so that she could
look at him from different angles before she moved her attention to his
testicles.  Once she'd cupped his scrotum and carefully felt its contents,
her hand returned to his penis.  She watched, almost mesmerized, as his
cock got longer and thicker in response to her slow stroking of it.  He
could hear the slight dismay in her voice when he got only half erect and
no farther, and she asked "Why isn't it getting big any more?"

   "You can see that what you're doing feels good to me - but it hasn't
been quite enough time, yet.  We can either wait a little while more, or
you can try something else to see if that works.  It's up to you."

   She turned her head to look back at him, and saw that he was perfectly
willing to accept whatever decision she made.  She considered it for a few
moments, then haltingly told him "I...  I'd like to...  to do for you what
you did for me.  You know, with your mouth...  with my mouth, I mean.  But
I never...  I'm not sure...  I don't know..."

   Gently and patiently, he told her "Louise, if you're not sure you want
to, then don't."

   "But I am sure I want to.  I just never did it before, and I don't know
what to do, or how to do it." she replied, surprising him.

   He thought for a few moments before he said "I've never done it before,
either" - that got a smile from her - "but I think if you try to make me
feel like what it feels like inside you, that should work."

   She considered that for a bit, then nodded her head in understanding
before turning back to where she had his semi-erect penis in her hand.  Her
first considered action was to lower her head and tentatively kissed the
head of his penis.  Apparently relieved that he didn't immediately spray
semen all over the place, she hesitated only a moment before extending her
tongue and giving him an experimental lick.  It took her only a second to
decide that the taste was acceptable, and she started licking the head of
his penis like it was an ice cream cone.

   That earned Louise the kind of results she wanted - just not enough of
them.  Encouraged by the limited success she had, she was inspired to
further efforts: actually taking Jeff's penis into her mouth.  She seemed
to instinctively understand that he wouldn't like the feel of her teeth,
and took care not to hurt him as she began trying different things to see
what worked.  It didn't take her long to discover that a combination of
stimulating him with her tongue and sliding her mouth up and down on him
seemed to do the trick.  It wasn't much longer before she had him hard
enough that only half of his penis would easily fit in her mouth.  With the
realization that she was exciting him, she became more and more willing to
continue, and got more and more enthusiastic about what she was doing.

   For his part, Jeff was content to take advantage of the opportunity she
presented him - literally, considering how she was lying next to him - by
reaching out to begin fondling her ass: caressing it, squeezing her
surprisingly firm cheeks, and generally having fun playing with it.  As he
did, he also detected a steady increase in both the willingness she was
using her mouth on him, and the way the aroma of her arousal was thickening
in the air.

   All things considered, it didn't take long before Louise knew she had
him hard enough that he could again fill her with his erect cock.  She was
surprised to realize that she was almost reluctant to take her mouth from
him: not only was SHE getting excited knowing that she was getting HIM
excited, but she couldn't help wondering what his cum would taste like. 
The taste of her own juices had actually excited her a bit, and the idea of
tasting his was having more of an effect on her than she would have
admitted.  But more than anything right then, she wanted to feel him inside
her again; so it was with a mixture of reluctance and anticipation that she
let him slip from between her lips - and even then, she couldn't resist
giving the head of his cock one last broad swipe with her tongue.
When Jeff felt her pull her mouth from his erect penis, he knew that she
was as ready for them to make love as HE was.  As he sat up, he saw that
she was getting ready to lie on her back again; he had a thought that he
quickly relayed to her: "How about if we do something else different this

time, too, and I'm behind you?"

   Louise would never have said anything - the truth be told, Jack had been
pretty much of a Me-Man-You-Woman kind of guy that hadn't concerned himself
about HER when they had sex - but that was actually the position she liked
most.  Not only did it feel like she was being penetrated farther, but when
she and Jack had had sex, it seemed that Jack had been able to move in her
faster and easier and harder - that last being something that she had found
to be really exciting.

   She simply nodded her head in agreement, feeling her pussy getting even
wetter as she moved to her hands and knees.

   Jeff had a fairly clear view of Louise's crotch when he suggested that
they make love in a different position, and he saw her labia get a little
longer - and noticeably darker - when she heard which one.  It took him
only a moment to realize that she might be looking forward to it for the
same reasons he was.

   It was only a few seconds before Louise was on her hands and knees, with
Jeff getting himself positioned behind her.  Jeff didn't notice that she
had fistfulls of bedcovers clenched in both hands as she eagerly awaited
the start of their lovemaking; Louise didn't notice the expression on
Jeff's face as he contemplated the view she was presenting him of her
darkened and parted labia extending from her bare mons - and how visibly
wet she was between them.

   Taking himself in hand, Jeff slid the head of his cock up and down her
cleft to wet it (something easily done!) before positioning himself against
the entrance to her surprisingly hot vagina.  He felt Louise press herself
back against him slightly, and pressed his hips forward - discovering that
he was able to almost completely bury himself in her in a single slow
thrust, accompanied by her involuntary moan of pleasure at the penetration.

   With his cock embedded in her hot, wet channel, Jeff leaned forward
slightly and reached forward to cup her breasts in his hands and gently
pinch her hard nipples as he pressed himself against her to try and stuff
the last fraction of an inch of his manhood into her.  Louise responded by
pressing herself back against him in welcome and encouragement as she
groaned her arousal.

   A minute later, Jeff released his grasp on her mammaries so that he
could hold her hips as he began moving in her.

   It didn't take him long to get into a rhythm that seemed to please her,
judging from the noises she made.  But remembering what he'd suspected
really excited her, he began thrusting into her a little harder.  The
response he got to that let him know that he'd been right, and he dutifully
- and pleasureably - increased the 'enthusiasm' of his efforts.

   Louise didn't have the inclination to think about whether Jeff was
deliberately trying to please her.  She was simply too damn busy enjoying
the results: it felt like every time Jeff slammed into her, she could feel
brief moments of ecstasy radiating from her clitoris and adding to the
incredible pleasures that were building in her pussy.  Even her nipples
were achingly hard, and desperately in need of something - anything!  - to
stimulate them.  She finally lowered her body to rest on her elbows, and
felt the peaks of her breasts begin dragging across the bedcovers as they
swayed in time with the wonderful pounding of Jeff's hard cock into her. 
At the same time, she realized that each time Jeff's balls swung forward,
they were bumping against her erect clit a little harder - further
intensifying the pleasure she was feeling there, as well.

   As he continued his enthusiastic hammering of Louise, Jeff realized that
she was enjoying it more, and moving toward an orgasm faster than she had
when he'd fucked her before.  Even the noises of arousal and pleasure she
was making were louder and more intense; he noticed that both of her hands
were white with how tightly she was gripping the bedcovers in her
excitement.  Still, he'd only been in her for a few minutes, and was a long
way from his own release when she suddenly all but screamed and got
incredibly tight around him as she slid into what was obviously an intense
orgasm.

   Jeff didn't know it, but his willingness to try and make Louise happy
with their lovemaking had MORE than succeeded.  The stimulation of her
nipples rubbing across the bedcovers had merged with the rhythmic pleasures
radiating from her clitoris and the building pressure in her vagina to
result in an orgasm that was the most powerful she'd ever experienced:
every muscle in her body - except for those she could feel spasming in her
pussy - seized up as her mind was overwhelmed with a pleasure she hadn't
known was possible.  The first wave of release that overwhelmed her lasted
a full five seconds; when it passed, and she felt Jeff still thrusting
himself into her, the second fell just short of lasting as long as the
first.  She had several such periods before she was able to gasp out that
he HAD to stop, that she simply couldn't stand it.

   Even the mere presence of his hard cock in her was enough to prolong the
duration and intensity of the tidal waves of release coursing through
Louise's body; but she wouldn't have wanted him to pull out from her even
if she could have said so - the joy and pleasure his presence was bringing
her was simply too great.

   For his part, Jeff thought every square millimeter of her vagina was
involved as he thought it tried to compress his cock to the diameter of a
pencil.  The pleasure he felt from the way she was tightening around him
was almost painful as he felt the spasming of her vagina pushing her fluids
out to coat his scrotum, and saturate his pubic hair before it started
trickling down where his thighs were touching hers.  He'd continued moving
himself in her as best he could until she'd weakly told him to stop as she
gasped for air.  He leaned forward to support his body on his arms as
Louise's warm, smooth ass pressed against his lower belly; when he finally
felt her body start to move under him again, he knew that she would be weak
from what he could tell was a powerful orgasm.  He quickly moved to help
support her as she nearly collapsed; she let him guide her down onto the
bed until she was lying on her stomach with his manhood still buried inside
her.  He carefully moved to support his body on his elbows, and got his
legs on the outside of hers so that he was supporting himself over her - in
effect, using his body as a kind of living blanket for her as she started
the process of getting her breath and senses back.  He let his head hang
down next to hers so that he could keep an eye on her.  The shudders that
passed through her body gradually became less frequent and intense; the
twitches and occasional clenchings of her vagina were enough to keep Jeff
hard inside her.

   Several minutes went by before she opened her eyes to look at him.  He
smiled, and lifted his head slightly to give her a kiss on the back of the
neck.  She shuddered, and managed to whisper "If you love me, don't do that
again.  I don't think I could stand it again, right now.  Just hold still;
you feel good on me like this."

   "Okay", he assured her, then mimed a kiss at her - which earned him a
weak smile before her eyes closed again.

   He was starting to wonder if she'd fallen asleep when her eyes opened
again.  She saw him watching her, and smiled at him weakly before she told
him "I don't know why I'm so glad you're on top of me like this.  It's your
damn fault I feel this way." speaking softly.

   He smiled back, and said "I kinda got the idea that you liked having me
make love to you that way."

   She gave him a baleful look before answering "I did - a lot more than I
think was good for me.  But you're the one that just kept AT it, even after
I started to orgasm - if that's the word for what happened to me." in a
slightly stronger voice.

   He grinned at her and asked "You're not SURE that was an orgasm?"

   She was silent for a few moments before answering "I said I'm not sure
that's the word for what happened to me.  I thought I had orgasms before,
but the strongest one I ever had was like what I had with you, that first
time.  THAT was something way, way past anything I thought was even
POSSIBLE."

   She closed her eyes again, and Jeff held himself still over her until
she opened them again a couple of minutes later.  He slowly moved to kiss
her shoulder, and when she didn't object, made it soft and gentle.  Even
so, she gave a slight shudder.  He looked at her in surprise and concern,
and she assured him "No, that wasn't as bad as when you kissed my neck. 
But give it a while before you do it again, okay?"

   He smiled and answered "Of course, if that's what you want."

   She smiled back and said "It isn't that that's what I want, as much as
me needing to recover some more", her voice a little stronger.

   Jeff moved over her slightly, and felt his penis move in her a bit.  Her
eyes closed as she gasped, then opened wide before she demanded "I felt
that!  You're still hard inside me!"

   He only nodded, and she responded "Oh, dear God..." before closing her
eyes again.  A moment later, she opened them and said "At first, I thought
you were just bullshitting me a little about being able to stay hard longer
the second time.  How the hell can you DO that?"

   He grinned at her before answering "It's a couple of things.  First one
is that it's just a guy thing, I expect.  It takes me longer to get hard
the second time, but I STAY hard longer, too.  Each time after that, it
takes longer, but lasts longer, too.  The second part is that I don't know
if YOU can feel it, but I can: sometimes you kind of move around me, and it
feels good to me, and that helps keep me hard, too."

   She was stunned as she asked "You...  you can go more that TWICE? 
You're not just telling me stories?"

   He was serious as he answered "Not every night or anything like that,
but sometimes, yeah.  Like I said, each time, it takes longer before I'm
ready again, though.  And it's not like two times happens that often.  You
kind of inspired me, tonight" - the last with a grin.

   She couldn't help grinning back before saying "If this is just
'inspired', I don't know if I'd want to be there for 'enthusiastic'!"

   Judiciously, he said "I guess I can wait a while for that.", and then
laughed at the expression on her face before she realized he was teasing
her - mostly.

   Another few minutes went by before she spoke again, telling him "I know
it might sound kind of strange, but I'm feeling kind of cold - you know,
where you aren't on me - and thirsty."

   He couldn't help grinning at her before he told her "They're both
because of the same thing." She looked at him in puzzlement, and his grin
got even wider before he went on "Before you had your personal earthquake,
you were getting, well, pretty wet - you know, inside.  Then when it hit
you, you kind of pushed some of it out, and it got spread around some
before I got you laid down here.  So you're feeling cold because it's
drying, and you're thirsty because of how much of it there was."

   She started blushing furiously, and he hastened to tell her "There's
nothing to be embarrassed or ashamed about.  Actually, I think it's a
compliment to how much you liked what I was doing; and I like it."

   She looked at him doubtfully, and he hastened to assure her that he was
sincere, and telling her the truth.  She still didn't look entirely
convinced when he told her "If you're cold and thirsty, then that's what
really matters.  I don't know if you're ready to move around much" - she
shook her head, admitting she wasn't - "so I'll get up and get you a glass
of water from the bathroom, okay?  Then we can go from there."

   She agreed, and Jeff lifted himself up.  As he slid his erection out of
her, though, she released a deep groan, and he felt her vagina clench
around him slightly a few times.  He looked at Louise in concern, and after
she opened her eyes, she told him "I just had kind of a mini orgasm when
you pulled out of me", clearly amazed at what she'd just experienced.

   Reassured that she was okay - actually better than okay, he figured, if
she was having miniature orgasms - Jeff quickly headed for the bathroom. 
When he went back into the bedroom, he saw that Louise had turned over;
she'd raised her knees, and lifted her head to stare at the slightly sticky
film that coated the insides of her thighs from crotch to knee - clear
evidence of just how wet she'd been.  When Jeff got close, she just looked
up at him, so amazed at what had happened that she didn't even blush at
having him seeing her that way.

   He handed her the glass of water, and she started drinking thirstily
before he started wiping the residue of her lubrication from her legs with
the damp washcloth he'd brought.  She immediately blushed and tried to
protest, and he gently told her "Oh, shut up, and quit fussing.  There's
nothing here that I don't already know about.  I can see you're still
tired, so I'm going to do it.  Now drink your water."

   The look she gave him was less than happy, but she did as she was told,
downing the water well before he'd finished cleaning her.  He accepted the
glass back, and took it and the washcloth back into the bathroom.  There,
he wiped himself off before putting the cloth into the laundry hamper. 
When he got back into the bedroom, he paused to tell her "I'm going to get
you some more to drink, and something to eat.  I'll be back in just a
second."

   When he returned with a tray holding a couple glasses of juice and some
snack bars, he saw that she'd sat up and was resting against the headboard
of the bed.  He set the tray on the night table before sitting next to her
and moving the tray to his lap.  She accepted the food and drink he
offered, and the two of them sat quietly until they'd finished and he'd
moved the tray to the night table again.

   He voice was apologetic as she told him "When you told me to shut up and
drink my water, I didn't appreciate it much.  I've never had a man do
anything like that for me before, and I really didn't know what to do or
say.  But when you came back out and said you were getting something for me
to eat and drink, I realized that you were just trying to show me that you
love me, and take care of me.  I was wrong, and I'm sorry if I upset you."

   Jeff put an arm around her, and she readily let him pull her into his
side before he told her "It's okay, dear.  I knew what the problem was as
soon as it happened.  You didn't have to apologize, but if it makes you
feel better, then I'll accept it.  Yes, I do love you - and I'll do as much
to show it to you as you'll let me.  From the things you've told me before,
and tonight, I know that you aren't used to having someone doing intimate
things like that for you.  If me doing them really makes you uncomfortable,
then I'll stop if you want me to - but I hope that you'll let me go on. 
Please understand: I LIKE doing stuff like that for someone I care about;
the way I see it, it helps bring us closer to each other."

   She reached over to take his other hand, and held it in hers as she
answered "It does make me feel better that you let me tell you I'm sorry. I
love you, too, and I hope you can stay patient with me while I learn that I
don't have to be embarrassed or ashamed with you.  What you did, cleaning
me up like that, was something that not only wouldn't it have never even
crossed Jack's mind, he'd have wanted ME to do it where he couldn't see. 
You, you're a WHOLE lot more relaxed and open and caring about this stuff -
sex, and looking and touching and all that, and even what happens during
and after - than I thought someone COULD be, and it isn't easy for me to
let go of the way I'm used to thinking about it.  But I do want to let go.
Because you're right: it is a way for a man and woman to get closer
together.  Even just what we did tonight, with you using your mouth on me,
and me doing the same to you, I feel closer to you than I ever did with
Jack.  That doesn't mean that I love him any less - God knows, it doesn't!
It just means that I love you in a way that's different, and more special."

   Jeff turned his head and kissed her before saying "I understand."

   They sat like that for a few minutes before Louise quietly asked "You
didn't cum, did you?"

   "No, but that's okay.  I wanted to make YOU feel good, but I guess I did
a better job of it than I really expected."

   She laughed softly and said "Well I sure think you did a good job.  But
I don't think it's right that you made me climax that hard and not get any
pleasure yourself."

   Jeff gave her a gentle hug and answered "Really, dear, I don't mind."

   She kissed his cheek and said "But I mind.  After the way you made me
feel, I want to do something special for you, too.  Lie down."

   Rather than argue with her, Jeff did as she said, scooting down until he
was able to lie on the bed.  Louise moved with him part of the way, then
leaned over and kissed him before telling him "I'm going to take care of
you, now.  You don't have to do anything; I don't know if I could stand it
if you did, anyway.  I know you'll like it, and don't worry about anything,
okay?"

   Wondering what she could have in mind, Jeff simply smiled and nodded his
head in agreement.

   As he figured, she moved herself farther down his body; and he wasn't
surprised when she reached out to take his penis in her hand and start
stroking it.  Enough time had passed that it wasn't but a minute or so
before he started to respond to her efforts.  He was about half-hard when
she DID surprise him by moving over him slightly and taking his semi-erect
cock in her mouth.

   It quickly became clear that she remembered the things she'd done before
that he'd responded to: it wasn't very long before she had him fully erect
as she worked her tongue along his manhood and bobbed her head up and down
on him.  She also tried a few things that she hadn't before: softly sucking
on him, and twisting her head as it moved up and down, and even taking him
as far into her mouth as she could - which proved to be more than he would
have expected.

   Her actions started out feeling good - DAMN good, in fact.  But as she
continued, it kept getting better and better.  She finally settled in to
swirling her tongue around the head of his cock, softly sucking on him as
she slid her lips up and down about half his length, and using her hand to
slowly masturbate what wasn't in her mouth.  The other hand she used to cup
his scrotum, gently rolling and squeezing his balls, when she wasn't
lightly dragging her fingernails across it.  All things considered, it
didn't take very long before her actions had gotten him close to his
release.  He wanted to warn her that he wasn't far off, but he remembered
her emphatic instructions that he shouldn't worry about anything, too.  He
finally decided that she'd made it clear enough that she wanted what was
about to happen, to happen.

   And she must have: when she felt his balls pull up next to his body, she
lifted her head a bit, but didn't remove it before the first spray of his
cum erupted into her mouth.  She was surprised by the force of it, but
didn't flinch - she just kept sucking on him and massaging the underside of
his glans with her tongue, swallowing his semen as fast as he emptied
himself into her oral cavity.

   When it was over for him, she patiently and gently used her lips and
tongue to clean his manhood of any traces of his cum before releasing her
hold on him.  She was visibly proud and pleased when she turned her head to
ask him "I did okay?"

   "You did just fine.  Didn't you get the results you wanted?" he assured
her.  She blushed faintly, and smiled at him before 'climbing' up his body
far enough to reach out and take one of the glasses that still had some
juice in it.  She drained the glass and used the juice to rinse her mouth
briefly before swallowing.  She saw him looking at her and explained "I
don't think you're the kind of man that would mind tasting a little bit of
yourself, but I'd mind if you did - at least, this first time."

   He smiled his understanding, and pulled her down into a kiss that she
eagerly returned.  She didn't know it, but he still got a couple flecks of
his cum in his mouth, but didn't mind in the slightest - and didn't say
anything about it so she could stay as pleased with herself as she was.

   When their kiss ended, she moved to lie next to him, snuggled into his
side and her head resting on his shoulder.

   Louise had been idly toying with his chest hairs for a couple of minutes
when she told him "When I was doing that for you before, I started to
wonder what your stuff tasted like.  But then, I wanted to feel you inside
me.  After what you did for me, I wanted to try and do something as special
for you as you did for me, and decided that was it.  I was kind of
surprised at how hard it came out at first, but after that it was okay.  I
was surprised at the taste, too.  It's kind of like a custard that's got
salt in it.  I...  I kinda like it."

   Jeff hugged her gently and replied "I was going to tell you when I knew
that was going to happen, but you were pretty plain that I wasn't supposed
to worry about anything.  If you like how I taste, and I like how YOU
taste, then I guess we've got a good reason to do all that again, don't
you?"

   She looked at him with a grin, and answered "I guess so."

   They stayed like that, cuddling, for several more minutes.  Then Louise
yawned hard enough that Jeff could hear her jaw creak.  He gave her a
playful pat on the butt and said "I think somebody need to get some rest."

   She tilted her head back and smiled at him before saying "I think you're
right.  Somebody just barely escaped Death by Orgasm tonight, and is still
trying to recover from it."

   He kissed her on the forehead, then turned to shut off the lamp, leaving
them in darkness.  He hugged her to his side and said "I love you, and I'm
glad you decided to stay the night."

   She kissed his chest in response before telling him "I love you, too,
Jeff.  And I'm glad I'm staying, too."

   When he woke up the next morning, Jeff was spooning against Louise's
back, one arm around her and holding her breast in his hand.

   Bladder pressure forced him to scoot back from her a little in
preparation for getting up, and he heard her tell him "You don't have to
get up if you don't want to."

   "Well, yeah, I do have to get up, but I'll be right back." he answered,
hearing her soft laugh.

   When he came back to bed, Louise was waiting for him, and he quickly
resumed his previous position.  He softly kissed the back of her neck, and
could almost hear her smile when she said "It's really nice, waking up with
you like this."

   "Feel better this morning?" he asked, teasing her slightly.

   "Loads better" she assured him.  "I slept like a baby last night."

   "On the subject of babies, I was wondering...  well..."

   "Why I don't have any hair between my legs?" she asked for him, with a
soft laugh.

   "Well, yeah."

   "When puberty started for me, it seemed that the only place on me that
grew anything was my chest.  I started growing boobs before any of the
other girls, but they didn't grow any faster or bigger.  So even though I
got an early start, by the time it was over, I wasn't much bigger than any
of the other girls.  And for whatever reason, I never did grow much hair
there.  Oh, I grew some but it was hardly anything.  Even my armpits and
legs hardly grew any.  When I was sixteen, I decided that it looked kind of
silly, so I shaved it off, and I've kept shaving it since then.  It makes
me look a lot different than other women my age; but on the plus side,
because I barely have any body hair, I don't have to shave anywhere near as
much or as often - and when I was younger, I could get away with bikini
bottoms that were way skimpier than most of the other girls, and with less
trouble." She looked over her shoulder at him and grinned before adding
"YOU sure seemed to like it last night!"

   He grinned back and answered "Well it was the first time I saw anything
like that on a grown woman in a while.  Patty tried it once, but decided
she didn't like it, so she just kept hers trimmed small and short."

   Louise turned her head back again, and wriggled herself back against him
before saying "Well, Jack seemed to like it a lot, too.  I don't know if
you guys are a bunch of perverts because it makes me look like a little
girl, only with tits, or what the deal is", the tone of her voice letting
him know she was joking.

   "Well, I like it because it lets me see all the good stuff!" he told
her, making her laugh as he ran his thumb across the nipple of the breast
he was holding.

   He remembered what she'd looked like the night before, and felt his cock
harden where it was resting against the crack of her ass.  She felt it,
too, and turned to look at him over her shoulder again before asking
"Again? You DO like it, don't you!" with a smile.

   He nibbled on her earlobe with his lips for a moment, making her shiver,
before answering "That's not a request or anything.  Just saluting a
pretty, sexy lady." making her smile before she turned her head again.

   They stayed like that, content to be next to each other until Louise
said "If we're going out for breakfast, I suppose we really should get out
of bed and clean up.  I'll need to call Kevin so he'll know not to eat
before we pick him up; what about Sam?"

   "We already made the arrangements, so she'll be ready when we get
there."

   "Then if you'll quit playing with my boob for a minute, we can get up
and get into the shower, and then you can play with BOTH of them if you
want."

   He kissed the back of her neck again and said "I like the sound of
that!", making her laugh, before he pulled his hand away from the breast
he'd been caressing.  They tossed the bedcovers back, and when both were
standing, he gestured that she should go ahead.  She gave him a playful
smile and said "Want to look at my butt, huh?" before doing as he
indicated. When she looked back at him over her shoulder, she saw that he
WAS looking at her butt as she walked.  And judging from the way his penis
twitched, liking what he saw - making her feel happy and confident.

   Sure enough, once both of them were in the shower, Jeff couldn't resist
'cleaning' both of her breasts - before, while, and after he actually had
soap to do so.  In return, Louise 'cleaned' his penis in pretty much the
same way.  Jeff didn't ignore her cute ass, either - it got a proper
washing, as well; along with him running a gentle finger between her cheeks
and across her anus, making her shiver.

   Once they were dressed, they discovered that they easily still had
enough time for a cup of coffee - or even two - before they needed to
leave. Louise made her call to Kevin as Jeff got the coffee going.

   As they sat drinking coffee before breakfast, the two of them discussed
how they could continue spending an occasional night together.  They
finally decided that there simply wasn't any way for it to happen until and
unless their kids knew about it - which brought up an entirely different
set of problems of varying complexity.

   When it was time, they left to get the kids, and then settled on a chain
restaurant for breakfast.

   Over the meal, Jeff and Louise took turns hinting around at where she'd
spent the night.  It finally got to the point where Samantha just asked
straight out "Daddy, are you trying to say that you and Louise stayed at
our house last night?"

   Jeff couldn't help blushing slightly, as did Louise, before he answered
"Um, well, yeah."

   Sam looked happy for them, while Kevin's opinion was harder to discern.
Then Sam had another thought, and again just asked about it as directly as
she had the first: "Are the two of you going to want to to do it again?",
then realized how she'd phrased it, amended "Stay overnight, I mean?" with
a blush of her own.

   Louise fielded the question by answering "We think so.  Sometimes at
your place, sometimes at ours."

   Hearing that, Samantha was visibly pleased.  Kevin was discernably less
so, but didn't say or do anything.

   With that news announcement taken care of, the rest of the meal went
pretty much as any other the four of them had shared.  Afterwards, Jeff
took Louise and Kevin home; on the way back to his house, Samantha kept up
an almost non-stop commentary and questioning that left him no doubt that
she was genuinely happy for him - or that their relationship would continue
on nights that Louise wasn't there and he was.

   In the weeks that followed, Jeff and Louise contrived to spend several
nights together.  Most often, they were at his place, whether Samantha was
home, or not.  Initially, Louise had been a trifle nervous about staying
with him when Sam was home, but Sam made it clear that she didn't have any
problems with Louise's presence - even going so far as to kiss Louise on
the cheek and wish her a good night, just as she did to Jeff.

   The very few nights spent at Louise's apartment were invariably at times
when Kevin wouldn't be home - something that Jeff noticed, but didn't
comment on.

   It was during one of those times, and after Jeff and Louise had spent a
quiet evening watching some sappy movie on TV, that their relationship
changed.

   They'd gone into the bedroom, and as Louise was getting undressed, Jeff
pulled the covers back on the bed - only to find a pair of men's briefs
between the sheets.  Greatly surprised, he stood up - and when Louise came
over, she spotted them, too, and released a loud gasp.

   Jeff looked at the briefs a little closer, and saw that they were
slightly small - and that he could see Louise's last name carefully printed
on the back of them.  It took him only a second to make the connection:
they were Kevins, the name on them meant to ensure that they were
identifiable as his, whether at summer camp or in the school gym.

   Jeff turned to look at Louise, and saw a mixture of guilt and horror and
dismay on her face as she looked back at him.  It was fairly obvious to him
that she'd been doing much the same thing with Kevin as he had with
Samantha.  The only real question in his mind was the how and why of it;
considering what was going on between him and Sam, he wasn't inclined to
judge her simply on the fact that she'd clearly been having sex with her
son.  He knew from his own experience that 'having sex with' didn't
automatically eliminate the possibility that there was still love involved.

   He could see the surprise on her face when he simply asked "Do you want
to tell me about it?  How it happened, and why?"

   Despairingly, she asked "Does it really matter?"

   "To me it does."

   She led the two of them back into the living room, where they sat down
at opposite ends of the couch.  Louise couldn't - or wouldn't - look at
him, and he listened carefully as she spent the next hour talking.

   She reminded him that she and Jack had married right out of high school,
and that Jack had been the only man she'd ever been with.  Then she
explained how devastated she'd been when he'd been killed, and how hard
things had been for her at first: little education, trying to make ends
meet as she raised their only child by herself.  When Kevin got old enough
to start school, SHE had gone back to school, too, and had eventually been
able to get certified as a school guidance counsellor.  The better job had
helped their income tremendously, what with it adding to what she got from
the insurance.  But it couldn't help that much because she was limited to
only working part-time; and it hadn't done anything to ease the loneliness
she felt - something that seemed to hit her most whenever something else
was happening that she couldn't call on Jack to help her with.

   Still, she'd managed - her participation in Kevin's Boy Scout activities
was as much to distract herself from everything else, as to make sure he
didn't have to miss out on anything.

   Financially, they generally managed.  They couldn't do everything they
wanted to, but somehow figured out how to get most of it.  It had been
nearly two years prior and she'd had to tell Kevin that he couldn't do
something with his friends because they simply couldn't afford it right
then.  He wasn't old enough yet to get any kind of job, and the allowance
he got for helping around the house was minimal at best.  He'd seemed to
understand, but she also knew how important it was to him.  Later that
evening, she'd gone to his room to tell him again how sorry she was - but
when she'd opened the door to his room, he'd been masturbating.  Shocked,
she could only look at him for a few seconds before she hurried to quietly
close the door again; he'd been 'busy' enough that he hadn't noticed her.

   She'd gone into her bedroom, and started crying on her bed - at how it
seemed they never had enough money for so many of the things they needed or
wanted; that she'd had to refuse Kevin's request to participate with his
friends' activity; that Kevin wasn't able to go out on dates like she knew
he should, and meet girls - leaving him to satisfy his own desires; and
most of all, how lonely she was and how much she missed Jack.

   She was still crying when Kevin came into her room to see what was the
matter.  She'd tried to dismiss it, but he wouldn't believe her.  She
finally started crying even harder, and let Kevin pull her into his arms
when he wanted to try and comfort her.  The feel of his strong arms around
her caused the dam inside her to burst: in great, wracking sobs, she
finally started telling him why she was crying - including having seen him
masturbating, how lonely she felt, and how good his arms felt around her.
Kevin had waited until she calmed down a bit, and then tried to console
her. She'd started to feel a little better when he hugged her; the feeling
of his arms around her while she could feel her breasts pressing against
his chest was too much for her.  She'd pulled him into a kiss that was
about as un-motherly as it could be - and while it was going on, she could
feel his erect penis against her leg.  The thought that he'd gotten hard
again while he was holding her was the last straw.  The next thing she
knew, her breasts were exposed, her panties were gone, and Kevin's erect
cock was sticking out of his pants.  She'd said something about they
shouldn't be doing that; but Kevin had simply told her that he loved her,
and that if she needed someone to make her feel better that way, then he
was glad he could do it.

   She'd reached out and pulled him on top of her, and then into her.  It
had been Kevin's first sexual experience, and he hadn't lasted fifteen
seconds - but she'd climaxed anyway.  He was still inside her when he got
hard again; the second time, he went a full minute while she had two more
orgasms.

   Afterwards, she'd felt embarrassed and ashamed of having taken her own
son to bed, but Kevin had repeatedly assured her that he loved her, and
that all he wanted to do was help her not feel so lonely.  Eventually,
she'd come to the decision that it could only be a one time thing that had
happened in a moment of extreme weakness on her part.  She'd said so to
Kevin, and he had accepted her explanation and instructions.  But a couple
of weeks later, she'd gotten lonely (and horny) again, and was once again
crying on her bed when Kevin came in.  She'd put up only token resistance
as he'd undressed her and then himself before they had sex - which had both
consoled and pleased her.  After they were done, she'd again told him that
they weren't supposed to do that; and again, he stated that he was only
trying to help her feel better, and that he loved her.

   Things continued that way between them, and it wasn't a month before the
two of them were spending a couple of nights a week in her bed - not so
much for the sex, thought that sometimes happened, but to help ease each
other's loneliness.

   Louise finished by lifting her head and looking at Jeff to tell him
"Since I met you, things with Kevin and me have been slowing down - but you
saw that they haven't stopped." A few moments later, the despair was clear
in her voice when she told him "I'm sorry, Jeff." before she started to cry
silently.

   As she'd talked, Jeff remembered the times they'd been together, and
some of the things she'd said, and done - and realized that he'd had hints
that something was going on even before his discovery that night.

   She was still looking at him when he asked "The reason Kevin hasn't been
here when I've come over is...  what?"

   She didn't hesitate to tell him "It's a couple of things.  First, I'm
his mother, and after what he and I have been doing, he's wanted to be
someplace else when you stay the night; he isn't as grown in his mind as
his body is, yet.  Another is that he worries about me, and he wants the
best for me - and he isn't sure that you're the best guy I can find.  I
think you are, but he isn't.  The last of it is a little bit of jealousy,
I'm sure.  It was just me and him at first, and he isn't real happy about
having to 'share' me with you - at least, I'd bet that's how HE thinks of
it."

   Jeff remembered how Kevin had reacted to the news when all four of them
had breakfast after Louise had stayed with him that first night, and
decided she was right about him being a bit jealous.

   "Have you talked to him about what you've been doing?  Does he
understand that it can't go on?"

   She wasn't sure why he was asking, but answered "I think he does in his
mind, when he thinks about it.  He just doesn't think about it that often,
is all.  As for his heart...  well, I don't think so.  But I have talked to
him, and he listens to me and everything, several times.  I just don't
think it's sunk in for him yet."

   That Louise had been having sex with her son didn't really upset Jeff -
after all, he'd been doing much the same thing with his daughter for even
longer.  But he thought there was a difference in why he and Louise's
situations weren't the same.  He'd done it at his daughter's request, and
only after she'd made a clear, coherent case for him to do so - at least,
that first time.  Louise seemed to have done it out of loneliness and need,
however.

   But he thought about it some more, and discovered that he could
understand, after a fashion.  He knew that he'd had those same periods of
doubt and worry and depression that she'd described; if he'd had as
difficult of a time as HE had with the greater resources available to him,
how much worse must it have been for her?  Not to stereotype anybody, but
if HE'D had emotional periods while raising Sam, it wasn't any kind of
stretch to figure that she'd had an even tougher time of it with her
woman's greater emotional needs.

   Nor could he fault Kevin.  He didn't doubt for a moment that the lad was
enjoying the hell out of getting laid, even if it was with his mother.  But
Jeff had also seen how Kevin tried to help her, and he'd shown plenty of
times that he really did love her, and care about what happened to her. 
Jeff remembered what he had been like at Kevin's age, and knew that Kevin
couldn't any more help feeling and thinking the way he did about his mother
than he could stop his dick from getting hard at the slightest provocation.
Jeff couldn't help wondering how the hell his own parents had managed when
he'd been that age - and silently thanked them for their patience and
forebearance.

   Jeff finally looked at Louise again, and told her "Don't be afraid, or
ashamed.  I'm not going to call the cops or anything like that.  I went
through some of the same kinds of things you did.  Not as much or as bad, I
think, but enough that I can truly understand what you were going through.
And you don't have to be ashamed, because you're not the only one."

   Louise's relief at hearing that he wouldn't be contacting any
authorities was so great that several seconds passed before she really
heard the last part of what he'd said.  Even then, it took her a little
longer to fully appreciate it.  When she did, she stared at him and asked
"You?  And Samantha?"

   He nodded, and began to tell her about how he'd awakened to find Yvonne
(though not identifying her by name) on him that first time, and all that
had happened since.  He didn't go into any more detail than she had, but by
the time he finished over half an hour later, he'd told her enough that she
knew he was leaving out as many of the details as she had.

   When he was done, she just sat there looking at him.  She started to
speak a couple of times, but closed her mouth and stayed silent.

   She finally did talk to him, saying "When you first started telling me
about you and Sam's friend, and then you and Sam, I couldn't help wondering
if you were one of those fathers you hear about, abusing their daughters
and little girls.  But I already know that you aren't like that.  I only
have to look at Sam, and how she acts and thinks, to see that the last
thing she is is abused.  And I've got to figure you're telling the truth
when you say that she came to you, and why.  The way she acted when we had
breakfast that morning, and she came right out and asked if we had spent
the night together, and how she's acted toward me since then - that tells
me that you raised her to be honest about what she's thinking and feeling,
and why.  And it isn't any big step to figure you were the same way with
her friend when she wanted to be with you.  The way I see Samantha acting,
it makes me wish I'd done a better job with Kevin - but what's done is
done. I didn't know then what I do now, 'specially not the things I've
learned since I met you, and there's no going back and changing it.  The
question in MY mind is: what do we do now?  What happens with you and me?"

   Jeff considered the question for a few moments, and then said "I only
see three choices.  First, you and I stop what WE have because of what's
happened with us and our kids, and each go our own ways, leaving us pretty
much where we started.  I love you, and I think we could have a future
together; but that isn't just up to me.  The second is that we stay
together, again BECAUSE of us and our kids, and continue with them.  Last,
we keep going the way we have: you and me concentrating more and more on
each other while we encourage our kids to keep going in finding their own
futures with somebody else.  That one's my first choice, but again, I don't
have the only voice in it."

   Louise thought about it for a bit before answering "I don't like the
first one, either.  And I think the second one WOULD mean we were abusing
the kids, in a way, and I simply wouldn't do it.  If this all hadn't come
out - for BOTH of us - I wanted the third choice, too.  I do love you,
Jeff, and I think we could have a future together, too."

   He reached out and took her hand in his before saying "I'm glad to hear
that.  Now we've got to figure out whether or not to say anything to the
kids, and if so, what it is.  Then I think we need to start making some
plans for us - what we want to do, and how."

   She gave his hand an affectionate squeeze and nodded her head.  The two
of them stayed up for another couple of hours, talking things through and
working out what they wanted to do, before they went to bed again.  Louise
calmly removed Kevin's briefs from the bed, and the two of them got into a
leisurely session of '69' before making slow, gentle love.

   In the months that followed, Jeff and Louise got together so they and
the kids could spend more time together for longer and longer periods of
time.  Initially, it was weekends out of town - when Jeff and Louise would
be in one room of a motel, and the kids would each have a separate bed in
another room.  Samantha didn't have any problem with it at all, and Kevin
eventually got over feeling awkward about the situation.

   The adults were also continuing to go out on dates, and spend more and
more time with each other.  Some evenings, it proved to be convenient if
both of the youngsters were at the same place, which neither of them had
any objections to.

   One evening, Jeff and Louise got back to his house a couple of hours
earlier than they'd thought - and found Samantha naked on her hands and
knees on the family room floor, where Kevin was enthusiastically fucking
her from behind, obviously getting close to his climax.

   They watched as he pressed himself into her with a groan as he started
cumming.  When he pulled himself out of her, he finally seemed to notice
that he and Sam weren't alone; on seeing his mother and Jeff there, he
turned almost white, and could only move his jaw up and down and make sharp
"Uh...  Uh...  Uh..." noises in an unsuccessful effort to say something. 
Samantha turned her head to see what the strange sounds were, and saw them,
too, before cupping a hand to her crotch and standing up.

   Jeff asked "How long have you two been doing this?"

   Since Kevin was clearly unable to, Sam answered "The first time was a
couple months ago." - making Kevin turn even paler as he waited to see how,
not if, Jeff was going to kill him.

   Louise spoke up, saying "I think we need to talk."

   Sam politely asked "Can I clean up a little first?" and got the answer
"Of course, dear." from Louise.

   Jeff told Kevin "You might want to wash up some, too, Jeff, so you don't
stain the furniture."

   Kevin started to gather his clothes when his mother told him "Don't
bother with those."

   Blushing furiously, he stood up and all but slunk his way past the
adults, with Sam - just as naked - following him without any apparent
concern.

   Jeff was the first to get back to the family room, and took a seat at
one end of the couch opposite the chairs that Jeff and Louise were sitting
in.  A minute later, Samantha came in and sat down at the other end.  Kevin
didn't seem to be able to look at anybody - particularly Jeff - while Sam
had no such problems.

   Jeff cleared his throat to get their attention before saying "It's
pretty obvious that neither one of you had any objections to what was going
on.  And since you've been at it for a couple of months, I've got to figure
that nobody forced the other to do it.  So the only question I have left
is: are you okay?  Are either of you having any problems?"

   Kevin looked up at the question, shocked, before Sam answered "Oh, no,
Daddy.  We both went to the clinic and got tested so we could show each
other that we didn't have any diseases or anything.  And I've still got a
couple of years left before it's time to replace my birth control implants,
so that isn't anything to worry about.  The only problem I have is that he
isn't a very good lover - not like you are, at all, Daddy."

   That last bit had a stunned Kevin looking from Sam to Jeff and back
again before Louise said "I'm sorry, dear, that's my fault.  His father was
like that, and I didn't know any better when Kevin and I started.  Since I
met your dad, I've been hoping that he's able to find a girl that CAN teach
him, and that he has enough sense to learn from her."

   Kevin's attention had shifted to his mother, and he could only sit and
stare at her after she told the others that he'd been having sex with her.

   He blushed furiously and looked at Sam when she replied "Well, I've
tried to tell him, and get him to do things different, but it hasn't
worked. He just wants to get inside me as soon as he can, and then fuck me
until he cums.  It feels okay, but since that's all there is, I don't feel
good afterwards.  I was starting to think that I was going to have to start
telling him we couldn't, because he doesn't want to do anything to make it
nice for me, too."

   Jeff spoke up then, telling Kevin "Sounds to me like you need to learn
how to make the ladies happy to be in bed with you, Kevin.  If you want to
keep fucking Sam, you damn well better learn, because I know she'll drop
you like a hot rock if you don't.  And just to make sure we understand each
other, if anybody was to try and force her into anything, well, then I
would most definitely NOT take kindly to that.  I might even get it into my
head to take care of it myself, instead of going to the law.  But the
situation is that you aren't doing anything to make the women you're with
want to keep being with you.  You happy with that, or do you want to
change?"

   The lad blushed at Jeff's blunt speech, then paled slightly at the
mention of what would happen if 'anybody' forced her to have sex.  Even
though Jeff was a computer programmer and had raised a girl, Kevin also
knew that he had studied kickboxing for a number of years, and regularly
worked out.  Because of his mind being overloaded by all he'd heard in the
last couple of minutes, it took a little time before Kevin was able to
answer "Uh, yeah, I guess.  I mean, I don't know what...  how..." before
blushing furiously again and lowering his head to stare at the floor.

   One of the things that Jeff and Louise had talked about that night had
been their kids - and the attraction between them that both parents saw
growing.  They'd decided that Kevin and Samantha eventually having sex was
well within the realm of possibility, and figured out how they wanted to
handle it when the time came.  Something else they'd talked about was what
Jeff thought Sam's likely reaction would be to Kevin's lack of lovemaking
skills; and they'd worked out how to deal with that issue, as well. 
Finally, they'd had to think about how to break the news to each of their
kids that the other parent was also involved with their offspring.  When
Jeff had started to tell Samantha about Louise and Kevin, she'd quickly
figured out what he was trying to tell her - and had accepted the idea with
little difficulty.  After all, she'd been involved with him, and couldn't
see any reason that another widowed parent might not be in the same
situation.  Louise had tried to talk to Kevin, but he had been FAR less
receptive to listening to her; she'd finally given up and told Jeff about
the problem.  He told her not to worry about it - and then had a talk with
Sam to explain to her that she didn't have to worry about saying anything
about THEIR relationship in front of the others, if she needed to.  So when
the adults had come home to find their kids humping on the floor, Kevin was
the only one that didn't have at least some idea of how to deal with the
situation and the conversation that followed.

   In response to Kevin's admission that he didn't know what or how, Jeff
told him "Well, I guess someone's going to have to teach you.  Come on..."
before standing up.  Kevin didn't seem inclined to follow until his mother
stood up, also.  Jeff looked at Samantha and told her "If you want him to
learn, he might as well learn on you."

   Jeff and Louise led the way, with Samantha, then Kevin, following them.
Once in Jeff's bedroom, Samantha didn't hesitate to take a seat on the foot
of the bed as Jeff and Louise calmly undressed.  Kevin wasn't sure what to
do until Sam gave him a Look and patted a spot next to her.

   When Sam saw that Louise's pubic area was hairless, it not only got her
attention, but fascinated her.  Louise noticed, of course, and gave Sam a
small smile, which Sam returned, before saying "We can talk later, if you
want."

   Once they were naked, Jeff and Louise moved to sit at the head of the
bed, resting against the headboard.  Kevin was visibly nervous when Jeff
asked him "Okay, Kevin, let's start at the beginning.  I know you've stuck
your dick in it, but have you ever really looked at a woman's genitals?"

   Shamefaced, Kevin shook his head, and Jeff told him "I didn't figure. 
Okay, let's get that part of it out of the way." before turning to Louise
and asking "You don't mind?"

   She shook her head, and Jeff considered Samantha for a moment before
asking her "It would probably help if he had someone besides his mother to
look at.  Would you?"

   She nodded, and moved to the head of the bed where Louise had already
positioned herself with her knees up and legs spread wide, exposing her
pelvis.  Sam mirrored the position as Jeff scooted down and bit and told
Kevin "Come on, you need to learn this."

   Kevin moved up next to him, and Jeff started pointing out and naming the
various bits of the female sexual anatomy - not just the proper names, but
the more common ones, as well.  He also explained what the different parts
could look like when the woman was and wasn't sexually aroused.  He pointed
out the differences between Louise's anatomy and Sam's so that the
youngster could see how they were both similar, and different.  As the
lesson proceeded, Kevin gradually got over his embarrassment at looking not
only at his mother so intimately, but Samantha, as well.  Jeff hadn't
hesitated to touch either of the two females, and both had become slightly
aroused - which Jeff also pointed out to Kevin.

   When they were done, Louise and Sam both closed and straightened their
legs while Jeff proceeded to tell Kevin what some of the different things
he could do to arouse and please a female were, and what they could do for
him.  Kevin looked doubtful at some of it, and Jeff simply asked Louise and
Sam to verify his statements.  Both did so, readily, and Kevin was willing
enough to believe that they liked it; when asked, he admitted that some of
it didn't sound like anything he wanted to do.  Jeff explained to him that
it wasn't anywhere near as bad as he thought, and that if he could muster
up the courage to at least try it, he might find out he liked it.

   Kevin still looked doubtful, and Jeff told him "Okay, I'll show you!"
and proceeded to use his mouth on Louise - who obviously and visibly
enjoyed it.  The aroma of Louise's oils was easily detected by all of them
before Jeff finished and told Kevin "Now, you try it on Sam."

   Sam spread her legs again before Kevin made a little bit of a face and
objected "But I already came in her."

   Sam politely informed him that she'd cleaned herself out - very
carefully - so that she didn't stain the couch; Kevin still looked
uncertain, so Jeff told him "Okay, I'll do Sam so you can see it's okay,
and you can practice on your mom."

   Kevin couldn't have any objections to that, and hesitantly moved to
comply as Jeff positioned himself between Sam's parted thighs.  Jeff
watched as Kevin took his first tentative taste of a woman's essence - and
discovered that it wasn't as bad as he'd thought it would be.

   Under his mother's patient tutelage, it didn't take Kevin long to learn
how to please her - and as her arousal increased, he found himself becoming
more enthusiastic about what he was doing: the sounds she made, the taste
of her, and the knowledge that he was exciting her all turned what he'd
thought would be an unpleasant task into an enjoyable activity.  He heard a
loud cry, and lifted his head to see that Jeff had obviously brought
Samantha to an orgasm - before he'd been able to do so for his mom.

   Jeff raised his head from between Sam's legs and told Kevin "You'll have
to practice some, and learn what a girl likes, before you can make her
climax that easily.  But once she does orgasm the first time, it's easier
to get her to do it again.  Why don't you try doing it for Sam, and see if
I'm not right?"

   As much as Kevin loved his mother, the idea of being able to maybe make
Sam orgasm again appealed to him, and he nodded his agreement.  The two of
them switched places, and Kevin eagerly applied the lessons he'd learned
from his mother to Samantha - all thoughts of having filled her with his
cum earlier long gone from his mind.

   Jeff and Louise shared a smile before he went about finishing the job
that Kevin had started.

   It was only a few minutes until Samantha cried out with her second
orgasm; she was followed a minute later by Louise's announcement of her own
release.  When Jeff finally raised his head from Louise's mons, he saw that
Kevin was feeling pleased with himself for having been able to satisfy
Sam's desires.

   Samantha, being younger, was the first to recover from her climax - and
she didn't hesitate to pull Kevin up and give him a long, deep kiss of
appreciation before telling him "That was really nice...".

   Jeff didn't wait for Louise to indicate she wanted him to kiss her; when
she opened her eyes, he was waiting for her.  She grinned at him, her eyes
laughing, before he leaned in for his second prize - the first being the
supply of her nectar she'd given him as she climaxed.

   When their kiss finally ended, Jeff turned to Kevin and told him "The
other thing you need to learn is to slow down.  If you can do that, you'll
find out that when you cum, it'll be better for you; and while you're
taking your time about getting yourself off, you'll be making the girl
happy, too.  And if you make HER happy, then she'll want to let you be with
her again - and that's a GOOD thing, right?", finishing with a smile. 
Kevin admitted that it was, and Jeff said "You made a face about having a
woman use her mouth on your cock; I'll bet you were thinking that you
wouldn't want to kiss her after she did that, right?"

   The youngster grudgingly admitted that that was what he'd been thinking;
Jeff told him "Well, you just found out that girls taste better than you
thought they would, so you suppose maybe you could be wrong about kissing
her after she's had you in her mouth?  Remember, Sam just kissed YOU after
you'd been doing pretty much the same thing for her, and she could probably
taste herself" - "I could" Sam confirmed - "when you did.  If it was okay
for her, then it should be okay for you.  Besides, even if you do end up
tasting some of your cum, it's no big deal - after all, it is YOURS and not
some other guy's!" - earning himself a wry grin from Kevin.

   Louise spoke up then, telling her son "Maybe you don't think it's okay
for a girl to do that to a guy; so I'm going to show you that it IS okay by
doing it to Jeff.  Maybe if you apologize to Sam for being so selfish
before, she'll be willing to help you learn to slow down and enjoy having
sex, instead of just trying to get off."

   Louise was moving to where she could get her mouth on Jeff's cock when
she heard Kevin say "Sam, I really am sorry about before.  I never really
thought that I should be doing anything different or special to make YOU
feel good, too."

   Samantha responded by telling him "Kev, I tried to tell you, but you
wouldn't listen to me.  Why?"

   "Because I didn't know that girls could have climaxes like guys do, and
I didn't think that you knew any more about sex than I did; I didn't know
that you'd been with your dad, and that you knew more than I do." Kevin
admitted.

   "Kevin, if a girl says something to you about what you can do to make
her feel better, you should listen to her.  It's HER body, and she knows
what makes her feel good.  But I guess you really didn't know any better,
so if you'll lay down, I'll try to help you learn to relax and ENJOY having
sex."

   He did as she said, and watched as she shifted position so that her head
was over his pelvis.  He spared a quick glance over to where Jeff and
Louise were, and saw that his mother had Jeff's erect penis in her mouth,
and was slowly moving her head up and down on it.  When he dragged his eyes
back to where Sam was, he saw that she was about to do the same thing to
him; the sight and sensation of her taking the head of his semi-erect cock
in her mouth was incredible.  A few moments later, he felt it as she
started using her tongue along the underside of it as she began softly
sucking on him.

   From the other side of the bed, Kevin heard Jeff's voice tell him "Until
you learn how to do it yourself, don't be afraid to slow down or stop what
you're doing - or if it's the girl doing something to you, having HER stop
or slow down."

   Kevin nodded his head in understanding as he felt his penis rapidly
getting harder and harder in Samantha's VERY talented mouth.  It wasn't
long before he could feel himself getting close; he realized that he wanted
to enjoy what Sam was doing to him even longer, and managed to tell her to
stop.  She did, even going so far as to let him slip from between her lips;
she looked up at him and smiled, letting him know that he'd done the right
thing.  When he felt the sensations in his penis fade, he nodded to her
that she could continue.  The smile she gave him in response to THAT left
him with no doubt that she was enjoying what she was doing to him, too -
and it finally sank in for him in a way that nothing else had that
considering what his partner wanted meant that HE would be able to find
more pleasure, as well.

   After he had told Samantha to stop again, Kevin saw that his mother was
straddling Jeff's waist - and judging from the way she was rocking her
hips, she'd settled herself down on his dick.  Kevin watched the two adults
for nearly a full minute before turning his attention back to Sam.  He saw
that she'd seen where he was looking, and she asked him "You want to try
that, too?" with a grin.

   "Uh, yeah, if it's okay..." he replied.

   Sam's grin turned into a broad smile as she assured him "Oh, I don't
mind at all!"

   Kevin watched as she sat up, then got up on her knees before swinging
one leg over him.  She scooted back a little, and then squatted over him.
Taking his hard and saliva-coated penis in her hand, she tilted it up and
positioned the head of it against her opening.  He could feel how wet she
was between her legs, and wasn't surprised when she took nearly half his
length inside on her first effort.  She raised up a couple of inches, then
let herself back down again - stopping only when her firm, warm ass was
resting against his upper thighs.  She leaned forward and supported her
body by putting her hands on the bed before telling him "Go ahead and play
with my tits."

   It was a command he was more than willing to follow.

   He quickly cupped her breasts in his hands, softly caressing their
surface before he began gently squeezing them and running his thumbs across
her erect nipples.  Her moans of pleasure were all the encouragement he
needed to continue in the knowledge that she liked what he was doing.

   A few moments later, he felt Sam's hip start moving as she lifted
herself off of him for perhaps a quarter of his length before settling back
down again.  A second later, she did it again, then again.  Over the course
of the next minute, he felt Samantha get into a slow rhythm of moving
herself off him for a little ways before she again impaled herself on his
hard cock.  It wasn't as stimulating as if he was actually fucking her the
way he usually did, but he quickly realized that he could enjoy the
sensations she WAS generating for a lot longer - and cum harder at the end.

   Deciding that if she had to sit up again, he'd only be able to reach her
tits with his hands, Kevin decided that if he wanted to suck on them, he'd
better do it while he had the chance - and promptly replaced his hands with
his mouth, sucking first on one of her nipples, then the other.  Back and
forth he went, until he had the peaks of both her breasts standing at full
attention and glistening.  When he pulled his head back to look at her
delightful breasts, Sam lowered her head, kissing him.  When her tongue
touched his lips, it never even crossed his mind that she'd used that same
tongue to massage the underside of his cock not long before - he just
opened his mouth, and sent his tongue out to play with hers as he moved his
hands to her breasts again.

   Sam stopped moving on him, and both of them turned their heads to look
when they heard Louise's soft cry of release.  Kevin saw that his mother
had a distinct blush that ran from her face all the way down to the tops of
her breasts - where Jeff was gently pinching and pulling on her hard
nipples.  He'd never seen his mother that excited before, or seen her
orgasm that hard, and he knew that he needed to remember the things that
Jeff, and his mother, and Samantha told him about having sex and how to
please a girl.

   When Louise started moving herself on Jeff again, Sam started moving on
Kevin, too - a little faster, and with a little more force.  The experience
of her moving on him that way was much closer to the way that he'd fucked
her before, and he felt himself slowly moving toward a climax.  He finally
moved his hands from Sam's breasts and put them on her hips to hold her
still so that he could 'pull back' a little.  Sam did as he wanted, and
even smiled down at him before lowering her head so they could kiss again.
That time, he did remember she'd had his cock in her mouth - and simply
didn't care as the two of them dueled with their tongues.  When he felt it
was safe again, Kevin moved his hands to Sam's firm ass, caressing its firm
globes, and gently squeezing them.  After their kiss ended, he moved his
lips to her breasts again, licking them and using his lips to gently 'bite'
her firm young mammaries as Sam started simply rocking her hips back and
forth.

   It took Kevin a few seconds to realize what she was doing: not just
keeping herself moving on him, but rubbing her clitoris against him to
arouse herself even more.  That it was working was evidenced a minute later
when she released a deep groan and tightend around him as she slid into an
orgasm.

   The feeling of Sam's tight, wet pussy clenching and spasming around him
was more that Kevin had ever experienced before.  His mother had orgasmed
sometimes, but never anything like he was experiencing with Samantha.  He
didn't know it, but the climax Sam was having was relatively mild for her -
he was going to be in for a real treat when she finally DID 'let go'!

   By holding himself still inside her, and trying to remember his favorite
baseball player's stats, Kevin was able to avoid filling Sam with his cum -
but it was close.  When she was ready to start moving again, he had to hold
her hips again for a bit to make sure he didn't cum anyway.

   After a while, Kevin noticed that Sam was starting to get tired.  He
held her by the hips until she slowed her actions and looked down at him.
He simply told her "You've done everything so far; now it's my turn." Sam
nodded, and carefully lifted herself off of him.  As the two youngsters got
their positions reversed, both saw that Louise was on her hands and knees
with Jeff fucking her from behind - to her obvious pleasure and
satisfaction.

   Once he was between Samantha's spread legs, it took Kevin only a few
moments to get the head of his cock wedged against her opening - and then,
with a push of his hips, once again buried in her in a single thrust.  With
a little change in his position, and Sam lifting her hips, he was able to
get the entire length of his manhood into her hot and very wet channel.

   Remembering what he'd already learned, Kevin started out by fucking Sam
with slow, short strokes; but he also listened to the noises she made, and
the things she said, and it wasn't long before he was pistoning in and out
of her in a rhythm of long, steady strokes.  He was at the point where he
knew that he was going to cum, but not any time soon, when he heard his
mother cry out in pleasure again - but from the sound of it, it was a FAR
greater release than the previous one.  Kevin and Sam both looked over to
watch as Louise went through a series of clearly powerful spasms; behind
her both youngsters could see that Jeff was pressing himself into her,
obviously emptying his cum into her.

   The sight of another man filling his mother with cum as she went through
such an intense climax affected Kevin more than he thought it would: in
less than a minute, he knew that he was going to cum, himself - and that
nothing was going to stop it.

   Beneath him, he could feel that Sam was getting close, too; but what
he'd just witnessed was too powerful for him to do anything but hope that
Sam at least got some relief before he began to unload in her.  A moment
later, and he all but slammed himself into Samantha as his cock began
spraying her insides with his jism.  That seemed to be all Sam needed, and
he felt her tighten around him again as she slipped into her own release.
His already intense climax was further enhanced by the sensation of Sam's
vagina clenching and spasming around him, as through it was trying to milk
his cock for every drop of cum he had.

   When it was over for him, Kevin started to pull himself out of Sam's
overflowing pussy, but she put her arms around him and said "No, stay in
me. It feels good.  If you want to, you can even lay on me; not lay on me
with all your weight, but holding yourself over me on your elbows.  Us
girls, we like it when a guy stays with us for a while after he cums,
okay?"

   Kevin nodded his understanding and moved to do as she said - realizing
in the process how little he'd done to make her or his mother feel happy
after they'd had sex.  When he was resting over Sam, he looked over to see
that Jeff was doing much the same thing to his mother's visible pleasure.

   The two couples stayed like that for several minutes until Kevin and
Samantha heard Louise tell Jeff he could get up.  Sam immediately said the
same thing to Kevin, surprising him.

   What surprised Kevin even more was that after Jeff had gotten off his
mother, Sam quickly moved to where Louise had rolled over onto her back and
and slipped between Louise's legs to apply her mouth to his mother's mons.
It took a few moments before he realized that Sam was doing to his mother
what he'd done to HER - and even more, that she was doing it for the
express purpose of getting her father's cum out of his mother's pussy!

   Kevin looked at Jeff, and saw that not only could he see what his
daughter was doing, but was patently unconcerned about it.  Kevin went back
to watching Sam eating his mother's pussy, and a minute later, heard his
mother say "Turn around - I want to do you, too..."!

   As Sam pivoted around where her tongue was buried in Louise's vagina,
Kevin saw that his cum was already starting to leak out of her.  A few
moments later, he watched as his mother lifted her head and stuck her
tongue out for her first ever taste of her son's semen.  Kevin didn't know
it, but it was also his mother's first ever taste of another woman's pussy
- and she was discovering that she liked it!

   It wasn't but a couple of minutes before it was clear that both females
were enjoying what they were doing to each other: two pairs of breasts were
visibly tight, with hard, erect nipples; there were the asynchronous sounds
of two mouths eagerly licking and sucking on vaginal lips and clitorises;
and the air was filled with the distinct scents of two very aroused
females. A few minutes more, and first Louise, then Samantha, announced
with a loud cry that the other had pleased her.

   As each of them finished her climax, she quickly returned to what she'd
been doing before.  The sight and sounds and even the aroma of them had
Kevin as hard as he'd ever been before; when he dared look at Jeff, he
could see that the older man was ready to go again, too.

   Jeff took the lead by getting up and going over to where his daughter
and Louise were again engaged in a passionate '69'.  He said something to
them that Kevin couldn't hear, but both Sam and his mother paused long
enough to reply - then cooperate as he carefully moved them so that each
was lying on her side.  When he was done, neither of them delayed in
burying her face in the other's crotch again.

   Kevin then watched as Jeff lay on his side behind his daughter and
positioned himself so that he could start pressing his hard cock into her
as Louise helped by licking him to provide some lubrication.  It wasn't a
minute before Jeff was completely inside Sam, and had started moving in
her.

   The sight of Jeff's manhood sliding in and out of his daughter's pussy
while Louise licked and sucked at both of them was more than Kevin could
stand; he quickly moved to mirror Jeff's position, so that he could fill
his mother with his erect cock.  She welcomed his presence, and Samantha
provided the same assistance to them as Louise had for her and her father -
and the feeling of Sam's tongue sliding up and down his length as he
pressed himself into his mother's bare pussy was a truly incredible
experience for the young man.

   As he'd learned to do, Kevin took his time as he cycled his hard cock in
and out of his mother's vagina; he also did whatever else he could to
please her - tending to her breasts and nipples, kissing her neck and
shoulders, and even just telling her how much he loved her.

   Kevin's youth and inexperience put him at a disadvantage: before Jeff
made any indication of being close, Kevin pressed himself deep inside his
mother as he started squirting what felt like quarts of his cum into her;
it was up to Samantha to provide the last bit of stimulation Louise needed
to slip into her own climax.  The power and intensity of his mother's
vagina around him made Kevin's release even more powerful; after it was
over for him, he resolved to thank all of them - but particularly Jeff -
for the instruction.

   Even as he was swearing that oath to himself, Kevin heard Samantha's
loud cry of pleasure as she found her own climax; from the sound of it,
Jeff was filling his daughter's young pussy with his incestuous cum, too.

   As Jeff and Samantha experienced their climaxes, Kevin continued to hold
himself inside his mother, caressing and kissing her.  He knew he was
getting it right when she made several noises of happiness and pleasure in
response.

   Once Jeff and Sam had finished, it was Kevin who had the advantage: his
youth meant that he was still fairly erect in his mother, and his teenage
cock was slower to soften.  It was several minutes before Jeff arched his
hips back slightly to pull his wilted member from his daughter; Louise
immediately took advantage of the opportunity to do Sam a 'favor' by again
licking semen out of the young girl's pussy.  A minute later, Kevin
realized that Sam might like to do the same, and eased himself out of his
mom - only to have it immediately replaced by Sam's eager tongue.

   After he'd gotten out of their way, Kevin heard Jeff ask him "Understand
what you've been missing, now?"

   Kevin gave him an embarrassed grin and answered "Yes, sir.  Uh, thanks
for straightening me out."

   Jeff grinned back and said "If you're going to be banging my daughter, I
want her to be happy about it."

   Kevin couldn't help blushing, and simply nodded.

   By mutual agreement, Louise and Sam stopped what they were doing when
each had removed all traces of cum from the other's womanhood.  When they
were done, they released each other, and each of them rolled over to lie on
her back.  Jeff moved to lie next to Louise, and Kevin happily took his
place next to Samantha.  The two couples, young and old, stayed like that
for quite a while, content to simply snuggle.  It wasn't until Louise said
that she really needed to get some sleep that Sam and Kevin left - hand in
hand, and fairly obviously intending to stay together in Sam's bed. 
Neither parent said anything in objection, and after the youngsters were
gone, Jeff and Louise got themselves resituated so they could go to sleep -
but only after they'd had a conversation about what had happened.  They
hadn't exactly planned for things to happen as they did; but neither was
the slightest bit disappointed, either.

   A bit over six months later, Jeff asked Louise to marry him, and she
agreed.  When asked if he wanted Jeff to adopt him, Kevin thought it over
before answering that he really was honored at the offer, but that he
wanted to keep his dad's last name.  Jeff assured him that he understood
perfectly, and wasn't hurt or offended.  By that time, Kevin had learned
that he could completely trust what Jeff told him; he asked if he could
still call Jeff 'Dad' - and was assured that Jeff would be proud if he did.

   The four of them found a house that suited their new family: bedrooms
for the adults, and each of the kids (though they usually spent nights
together in one or the other's bedroom), and a room for Jeff to use as an
office.  When asked, the kids had each informed their parent that even
though they cared for each other, and were sharing each other's beds, they
knew that what they felt for each other wasn't the sort of thing marriages
were made of.  Both still wanted to get out in the world and find the one
that was right for them; they saw their physical relationship simply as a
way of helping each other with their respective desires.

   Samantha and Kevin had each gone off to spend the night with a friend,
leaving Jeff and Louise along in the house for a change.  They lay on the
couch to watch a movie as they simply held each other.  When the movie was
rewinding (it was a tape they'd rented from the video store), Louise sat up
and moved to the end of the couch from Jeff.  With a wicked gleam in her
eye, she lifted up the front of her skirt to reveal that - as usual for her
since they'd married - she wasn't wearing any panties.  Jeff watched as she
slowly slid a hand between her thighs before extending a finger and laying
it between her labia.  Curling it slightly, she ran the tip of her finger
upwards, separating her vaginal lips and letting him see that the area
between them was visibly wet with her oils before she started circling her
clitoris with the tip.  It wasn't but a few moment before he could see her
labia get slightly longer and thicker as she became more aroused.

   As she continued pleasuring herself, her vaginal lips got darker, and
she began to show a faint blush on her face and upper chest as her
excitement increased.  He started to move toward her, and she shook her
head briefly before saying "Just sit there and watch.  I want to do this,
just for you..."

   Jeff decided that if she could do it, he could, too - and unzipped his
pants and reached in to pull out his semi-erect penis.  Louise looked
delighted, and slid her finger back down to slide it into her womanhood. 
Jeff responded by slowly stroking himself, feeling it as he became harder
and harder in response to the show Louise was giving him.

   When her finger reappeared, it was shiny with her oils, and she raised
her hand up so that she could extend her tongue and delicately lick them
off, smiling at him as she did so.  When she was done, she moved her hand
back between her thighs and began playing with her clitoris again as she
used the other hand to unbutton the blouse she was wearing - revealing (not
surprising him in the slightest at that point) that she wasn't wearing a
bra, either.  Her thick nipples were standing erect from her puckered
areolas; she licked the end of one finger before using it to circle one of
her nipples, making it shine faintly.  She repeated her actions for the
other breast, making its peak stand out as well.

   Back between her legs, she'd succeeded in bringing her clitoris to full
attention, and had it glistening with the oils she was transferring to it
from her vaginal opening.  By that time, Jeff was fully erect, and he
watched as she raised her hand to lick the ends of her thumb and forefinger
before using them to start stroking her erect clit.  It took him a few
seconds to realize that she was masturbating her clit in time with the way
he was stroking his cock; the sight and thought of it aroused him far more
that he thought possible.  When he looked into her face, he could see that
she was both amused and aroused by the effect she could see she was having
on him.

   After a bit, she slid her finger back between her labia and into her
vagina.  He could see that she was moving it around inside herself, and
found himself getting even more aroused: his breath was coming quicker,
just as his hand was moving up and down his shaft faster.  There was even a
drop of pre-cum on the end of his manhood, glistening like a jewel at the
top of a flesh scepter.

   Louise was starting to arch her pelvis in response to what her finger
was doing inside; she finally slid it out and once again lifted it to her
mouth to slowly and erotically clean it of her oils before returning it to
her crotch.  She slowly and deliberately collected some more of her oils to
apply to her erect and visible clitoris before again using her thumb and
forefinger to masturbate it in sync with Jeff's hand on his penis.  Below,
her vaginal lips had remained well parted, and he could see the entrance to
her vagina slowly clenching, and knew that she was getting closer and
closer to having an orgasm.

   When he looked into her face again, it was obvious to him that her eyes
were locked on where his hand was moving up and down his hard shaft, and
the growing collection of his pre-cum that was leaking from the end of his
cock.

   Jeff was unable to keep from watching as Louise's hand continued
ratcheting up her excitement: her labia were dark with her arousal, the
area between them shiny with her oils - oils that he could see were
beginning to form a small trickle that threatened to escape her pubic area
and run down the crease of her ass, and across her anus.

   It was that thought, of her anus being wetted with her own lubrication -
and what he would like to do when it happened - that finally pushed him
over the edge.  With a loud groan, his cock erupted, firing the first wad
of his cum high into the air before it landed on his chest.  Even as the
second spurt of his semen was being launched, Louise cried out with her own
release.  He could see the ring of her vaginal opening begin clenching,
making it look as though her pussy was winking at him - a thought that
further intensified his pleasure as his cock spurted again.

   When they'd both gotten their wits back, Jeff told Louise "That was
really something - I mean, really something.  That was the most intimate,
erotic, sexy, PERSONAL thing I've ever seen anybody do before."

   She just grinned at him and answered "I could tell you liked it; and I
liked watching YOU, too."

   A few moments later, she scooted back to sit next to him - and patiently
waited for him to lick her finger clean before she leaned down to perform a
similar service for his cock.  They looked into each other's eyes lovingly,
and got up to go to bed - holding hands like a couple of kids as they
walked down the hall to their bedroom.