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   Daddies (c) Hamilton Joyce.  Mg.  gg.

   My daddy was a lovely man, so gentle but so strong, so handsome but not
vain, so funny but a shoulder to cry on if needed, a successful and rich
businessman but a father who had time for his daughter.  He hugged me a lot
but never in a sexual way.  I wish he had explored sex with me sometimes
nowadays, given me even more delicious memories, but back then I was just a
happy little girl.

   I was eleven when the plane crashed in the Rockies.  There were no
survivors.  I was devastated and retreated into myself, having no-one to
share or understand the horror of my loss, the depth of my grief.

   I had never been close to my mother|: I now know, twenty years on, that
little girls love their daddies and without it being clear to their
conscious minds, and without it being overtly sexual are jealous of the
closeness of the wife to the husband.  I would lay awake some nights
listening to their low voices in the next room, hearing most nights daddy
was home the noises of boisterous sex....  We had been taught about sex,
sketchily, in "Social Biology" and I could guess what was going on.

   That mother did not seem to share my grief did not help: I grew to hate
her!  I came to hate the succession of young studs, each the clone of the
last, who shared the bed so recently vacated by my daddy.  The noises of
sex were even more frequent and mother was quite shameless in her shrieks
of pleasure, her groans and moans, the grunts of orgasm, to the
accompaniment of singing bed-springs and the drum-beat of the bed's
head-board against the wall inches from my own room.

   It did not help that some of her studs looked at me in a way that
suggested unthinkable things, things we had been warned about at school by
the lady police-officer who spoke to the girls about the dangers some men
presented to pretty young girls, even in years seven and eight.  One even
touched my bottom, up under my skirt, hooking a finger under the elastic of
my knickers to poke at my pussy.....  I pushed him off but not before he
managed to get a finger into me, and feel for my breast through my top.  I
knew where she found these handsome, arrogant young men, most of them, as I
found a little magazine in which they advertised their personal details,
photos, and what they could do for a woman.  She advertised there as well,
no photo but the description of a woman who described herself as a 'tigress
in bed' fitted my mother in all its details and she had ringed it in the
same red biro as she put ticks against the men she fancied....  and
doubtless had taken to the marital bed.

   I expect she paid some of them, but she was very good-looking so perhaps
not.

   I have the same petite body and blonde hair as her, and I expected I
would have nice firm, shapely tits like her when I grew up, though they
were only little like tangerine oranges with puffy pink nipples so far but
certainly enough to get some of her men to look at me like the old guys
sitting on benches did in the Mall and the park.

   I know now that I should not have blamed my mother.  For over twelve
years she had had a complete and I'm certain satisfying sex-life, only for
it to have ended cruelly and abruptly.  She had a normal woman's needs and
desires and was taking a rational no-strings approach to satisfying them,
as one might expect from a successful barrister (which is what she was). 
My daddy had been a hedge-fund manager and had made huge sums of money as
well as passing on his share of the company to my mother.  It is to her
credit she continued to work when there was no need to, though that meant
mother and daughter stayed remote and there was a succession of au-pairs to
look after me, with absolutely minimal commitment.

   I was a loner, with no close girl-friends, and no boys either.  Our
apartment was in town and my school out in the leafy suburbs....  a taxi
ride morning and afternoon....  so I was effectively cut off.  I read a
lot, jogged in the park, went swimming most days, and was a bit of a swot.



   So that's how it was when Nathan entered my life.  Nat Bloom had been a
a colleague of my father's, a partner in the same group of hedge-fund
investors, and when they hit a problem with an international maritime
contract it was sensible for them to retain mother to represent them: her
specialities were international and commercial maritime law.

   She eventually brought him back home as she did all her string of
lovers, but this one was different.  There was something very friendly
about the man, and although he was just as handsome as all the others, he
was older and somehow less threatening.  He paid attention to me, but it
did not seem to be aggressively sexual like the others, and mother treated
him more as an equal....  I realised that the others were 'paid help' in
her eyes and the contempt she felt for them was as evident as her lust for
their bodies.  She would grope their bums or kiss their necks, smile if
they fondled her even when I was in the room....  there was none of this
with Nat.

   They went out to dinner the first date, as she usually did with her
young men, but this was different.  They took me.  I was allowed to dress
up in my best green silk dress and have my blonde hair down to the
shoulders grown-up style: mother even allowed me to wear lipstick.  It was
a lovely evening, and they were both attentive to me, even mother!  By the
end of the meal I had a crush on him: I thought this tall, handsome man
with greying side-boards and a smile that made me melt was the sort of man
I would like to have as a daddy....



   They married two months later, and we went to live at his house in the
Surrey Hills.  No more au-pairs as Nat was retired and could look after me
while mother worked.  They kept the London apartment as a useful
pied-a-terre when mother was working in town, as she often did.

   So my life now included morning or evening runs in the countryside,
swims in the pool when it was warm enough, my first real friend, Elspeth,
who lived in the same village and went to my school, and of course the
company of Nat, who was and home a lot and seemed to like my company.  I
was happy again!

   There is a biblical injunction against daughters 'looking at their
father's nakedness', and I know why!

   There are some moments in one's life which, however fleeting, are never
forgotten: most of these are probably unpleasant, but this was wonderful, a
delight, and I can remember it as clearly as if it was yesterday and not
nearly thirty years ago....
It was the first day of the long summer holidays and I could have
enjoyed a lay in instead of the usual frantic hurry to get ready for school
(Nat had got into the habit of driving me each morning and collecting me
after school).  Mother had dressed and gone out very early for some nine
o'clock meeting in town and she had woken me up clattering crockery in the

kitchen.

   I could have dozed, and perhaps my life would have been different and
much less complete if I had.  I decided to get up and go for a run: but
first I had to go to the bathroom.  Mother must have left their bedroom
door open, and Nat was taking advantage of not having to get up and drive
me to school by himself having a lie in.

   I had to pass their room on my way to the bathroom, and I glanced in as
I passed.

   And stopped dead in my tracks!

   He had thrown off the duvet and was laying on his back, naked in the
sunlight streaming through the tall windows.  He looked magnificent, golden
against the white of the bed-sheet, his chest rising and falling as he
breathed in a deep sleep.  My eye was immediately drawn to the evidence of
his manhood, his magnificent penis standing erect as doubtless he was
enjoying an erotic dream.  As I watched, it twitched, so full of life and
energy.  I wished I dared enter the room to look at it close, but had to be
content with peeking round the door.

   But I could see it was nothing like the dull diagram of the penis in our
"Social Biology" class.  This was beautiful and exciting: could something
as broad and as long as this really get into a tight little hole like my
vagina?

   Then he muttered something in his sleep and turned over on his side,
facing away from me so his penis was hidden from view.  Instead there was
that equally beautiful and masculine but certainly less exciting bottom.

   I found that without thinking I had been first holding my pussy in my
right hand, and then rubbing it so that a wet patch had soaked through my
cotton nightdress.

   He muttered something else in his sleep and I was afraid he would wake,
turn and see me, so I scooted off quick back to my bedroom, where I shut
the door, threw off my nightie, and laying naked on the bed fingered my
clitoris imagining having that huge masculine thing poked into where even
my index finger was now held so tight.  I was soaking wet, almost spurting
I guess, as I managed the biggest orgasm so far, much better than my
usual....

   When I went along the corridor again, in my dressing gown, his door was
shut.



   So for a week I masturbated night and day dreaming of being held by that
golden body, being kissed by that smiling mouth, being fucked by that huge
weapon.  (I had not yet got used to thinking of it as a 'cock': it was
still the official school-curriculum for eleven and twelve-year-old girls
'penis'.  Anything to make sure sex remained theoretical and not real!)
That did not stop my orgasms being especially rewarding, and did nothing to
prevent my experiments with a candle, carrot, even a banana: however, I
found the best results were produced by the handle of my hair-brush fucking
my vagina while I pulled and rubbed my clitty and dreamed of sex with
Nat....

   I always felt invigorated by an orgasm, and found even more energy for
my running and swimming.  Also I had less doubts after the banana episode
about the ability of my vagina to stretch!



   And life went on like this for about ten days, till something happened
to move it along.

   It was about mid-day, and mother and Nat would have expected me to be
out all afternoon as I had told them I was cycling over to see Elspeth. 
But my friend was out and her daddy told me she was visiting her Gran with
her mummy and would not be back till six, so I cycled home again, I parked
my bike and, hot from cycling on a hot day (the house was on a hill like
all good houses), so I put on my bikini and went down to the pool.

   Luckily I had gone bare-foot and made no noise, because as I turned the
corner my sex education took a great leap forward.

   Mother and Nat were laying naked on the blow-up air-bed we used as a sun
lounger.  They were side-by-side but head-to-toe and I could clearly see my
mother sucking at Nat's cock while he was licking at her pussy and
especially kissing her clitoris.  Her head was bobbing up and down as she
gobbled on him.  I had heard of this....  playground girlie-talk....  but
only half believed: here was the proof, and I could feel my own clitty
awake and tingling as I watched entranced.

   It looked as if Mother had a finger in Nat's bottom....  but I thought I
was being silly imagining that!  Probably she was just holding on as they
wriggled and writhed.

   This is what grown-ups did!  Mr Blenkinsop had not told the biology
class about this!  I could see how they were enjoying it, and knew it would
be just wonderful if Nat would do it with me.  I had never even thought
about having my clitty and pussy licked and sucked, but I was sure it must
feel wonderful, and you could tell Nat loved doing it.

   My clitty was tingling: it wanted to be sucked too.  By Nat!

   Then I heard Nat....

   "Better stop, sweetie, before I cum.  Jeez!  You're good at that."

   "So are you, Nat: I've cum twice...."

   As she spoke she got astride him, facing him, held his cock upright
against her cunt-lips, and sank down on it till she was completely impaled
and her pussy rested on his golden hairs.  Then it started, and I saw
fucking for the first time as she bounced up and down helped by his hands
under her ample bottom-cheeks.

   I must have watched for ten minutes while she alternated a series of
rapid bumps with slow sensual ups and downs, all the while Nat moaning,
groaning and reaching up to caress her breasts.  I was close enough to hear
everything, and even the slaps and slurps of her vagina as she got more and
more excited.  At last she said she was going to cum.  Said?  It was almost
a shriek and it's a good thing our nearest neighbour is half a mile away.
As it happened, she was not the only one coming: I was too as I fingered my
clitty up and under the side of my bikini bottom!  Nat too as his hips
heaved up and down meeting her thrusts, and finally he lay quiet, hands
leaving her breasts and dropping to his side.

   I retreated behind the bushes where the path bends, and stayed out of
sight for about ten minutes.  Then I went back to the pool.  They had
finished, of course, at least for the time being and were now laying
side-by-side, propped against cushions and sipping some complicated
cocktail sort of drink in tall glasses....  Nat keeps a fridge in the
little hut along with the pool motor and equipment.

   I pretended to be surprised!  Whether at finding anyone there, or
finding them naked I leave it to them to guess....  neither, as you and I
know!

   I stood beside the bed looking down at her and him....  he hurriedly
lifted his bum, pulled the towel free and covered his nakedness, but not
before I had a good look at his limp cock and marvelled at the contrast
with it erect.  Hard it looked aggressive and demanding, limp it was
vulnerable and almost not masculine at all.  Sex education in the raw!

   Mother was angry, or at least hot and bothered, perhaps embarrassed?

   "Go inside immediately Susan!  You're supposed to be at Elspeth's."

   "It's my house as much as yours, mother, and I make more and better use
of the pool than you.  I am not going indoors until I have my swim."

   "It's not right for you to spy on us when we're .....  when we're like
this."

   "Well if this is a nudist colony, then I don't want tan-lines either!"
And I reached behind my back and unclasped by bikini top, pulled it round
and off, and dropped it on the sun-heated marble.

   I thought mother would explode as she went red in the face and
spluttered something about...  intolerable...  or something.  I turned
side-on to give him the benefit of my breasts in profile: I had studied
myself in the mirror, of course, and knew that although I had not much
cleavage from the front, from the side they looked nicely firm, and perky
even.  I was sure my nipples would be nicely poking out and stiff, even
without touching them.

   I was gratified and excited to see his towel tent upwards, and knew
exactly what that meant.  Nat found me sexy.  Perhaps?  Perhaps what I
dreamed about, fantasised, and got real hot with, perhaps it could happen
for real.

   I turned round, my bum is cute, too, bent down and picked up my
bikini.....  making sure he had a good look at my butt and my pussy-lips
from behind, albeit covered by a thin layer of satin...  went to the edge,
dropped the bikini top again, and dived gracefully in, striking up the pool
with a strong stroke.  Now that was something mother could not match!

   I turned, and when I was swimming back they were walking away: naked
they were marvelously a matched pair, so shapely male and female, such cute
bums!  To celebrate my little victory over her I swam at least a dozen
lengths fast, enjoying the feel of the water on my near-naked body.

   That night they made love more passionate, even violent than usual, and
her cries were louder, the rhythm of the bed-springs and bed-head faster,
and I just knew Nat was thinking about his eleven-nearly-twelve-year-old
step-daughter as he fucked her mother.  I visualised them and substituted
my young body for hers as I masturbated mere inches but a brick-wall away
from them.  My cunt was so wet and my vagina so welcoming my two fingers
that I came, did not stop, and came again an even higher level of pleasure
than the first.  That was new for me, the repeat orgasm, and was the first
intimation that I was multi-orgasmic, to use that ugly phrase for a
beautiful talent.

   When five minutes later they did it again, even more noisily and for
much longer, then I knew he was fucking me in his mind....  perhaps more
than just simple fucking.  I masturbated again using my hairbrush handle in
my vagina and my fingers on my clitoris while I imagined various positions
and scenarios until I was filled by an orgasm fit for a princess, my legs
pressed together as spasm after spasm ripped through my body.



   It was the next Saturday that mother went off to Los Angeles for 'at
least a week' on a law case, leaving the house to Nat and me.....

   I believe I was not a scheming sort of girl back then, being largely
content to let things happen in their own time.  But I wanted that lovely
cock inside me, filling my vagina, pumping hot sperm into me, making me
shriek with joy like my mother, Lord!  I was jealous of her.  She had nicer
tits than me, which was not fair at her age, and had even shaved her pussy
so it would look like a little girl's, though her mound was more rounded
and her cunt-lips fuller than mine.  And Nat made her scream with joy. 
Night after night.  I knew how good an orgasm could be and suspected that
the real thing, sex with a virile man, must be even better, otherwise why
would girls bother: after all the hairbrush handle is much easier and more
available!

   I wanted Nat and thought of little else.

   Well, at least I could do something about my pussy.

   Over breakfast I told Nat I was going into town 'to get some stuff I
wanted'.  He offered to drive me there, but I said I'd rather cycle into
the village and leave my bike at the shop, take the little bus.  I'd phone
Elspeth and we could have a big-mac and spend the afternoon.  I'd be back
about six.

   My shopping list included leg-wax, ladies' razors, shaving soap, and a
new, very daring bikini!

   I bought all that stuff, and the tiniest, sexiest bikini ever.  The bra
was just two little triangles of silk, the bikini bottom the smallest
little pouch that would just cover my shaven pussy....  fine blonde hair
showed over the top when I tried it on in the shop!  The back was a strip
of silk just the width of my finger nail: it would leave my bottom almost
nude as it disappeared into my bum crease.

   And then I walked back to the bus station: I had no intention of staying
all afternoon and was excited at the prospect of giving Nat a surprise...
hopefully at the pool as the sun was very strong in a cloudless blue sky.

   Fortune favours the brave!  Round the back of the buses there's a street
with small shops, antiques, come-and-go little boutiques, a charity shop,
hair-dresser, nail-bar.  You know the sort of street.  To get to the point,
there was a shop offering piercing (ugh!), tanning, and body-hair removal.
That sounded a good idea.

   I think the girl was lesbian: she looked me up and down just like
mother's studs and the old men in the park.  I did not mind as she offered
me a very good deal for waxing all my body hair at the price on her list in
the window, and to do my legs for free.  I could see she enjoyed fingering
my pudenda, but as long as the hair-removal was complete and left me as
bare as I had been at ten then she could finger me as much as she wanted!

   I remember being surprised at becoming aroused a bit, somewhat
embarrassed at my cunt perhaps becoming wet.  Despite the discomfort I was
finding her fingering...  which was not really sexual...  a bit arousing,
and she was a very attractive woman.  This was another first, and later I
would remember it as being the first hint that I was bisexual.

   Waxing is not pleasant, of course, but we suffer to be beautiful and to
get our man!  And when she held a mirror between my legs I found it
beautiful all right!  And I was sure Nat would if I gave him the chance. 
And I intended to!



   Back at the house it was only two o'clock.  I should have been hungry,
but all I wanted to do was put on my bikini and go down to the pool.  The
house was empty and I just knew I would find him there on the air-bed.  I
found that if I pulled the little pouch up tight you could see the crease
of my pussy, and my mound was lovely and smooth and just a bit rounded.  I
was excited and my nipples showed through the thin silk of the bra.  I let
my hair down, and brushed it till it shone.  Then thought again and put it
back into the pony-tail I would be his little girl....  no cosmetics, just
innocent, natural beauty.  And in the long mirror in the bathroom I could
see I was drop-dead lovely.  Better than mother even!  As I admired myself
I could not decide whether my tits or my bum were my best features. 
Perhaps my legs, but my face was pretty if a bit "English-rose" innocent
looking with my blue eyes.

   My legs and pussy, I decided.  The sun tan was complete on my thighs and
they were shapely if still a bit slender.  There was a gap between them and
that space just drew the eye to the silk cup holding my pussy, and then to
the ghost of the crease between my cunt-lips.

   I bet my legs would look even better in high heels: one day I would find
out I promised myself.

   It was a confident and excited little girl who made her way through the
garden.

   I paused just before the pool and pulled my bikini pouch up so that
magical little fold in the cloth appeared, the outline of my cunt-lips, and
then checked round the back that the thin strap was neatly between my
buttocks, leaving the cheeks as nature intended.  A quick feel of my
nipples....  hard already and outlined through the silk, and on along the
path.  I was wearing flip-flops and the gravel crunched under my feet: my
first time I had bare feet and was treading lighter which is why I happily
caught mother and Nat 'at it'.

   I'm sure Nat heard me as he was just pulling tiny yellow speedos over
his cock and balls as I came round the corner, spoiling my fun.  I kicked
myself, metaphorically, for giving him that warning.  Never mind!  Just let
what happens happen.

   I stood over him, beside the sun-bed explaining Elspeth couldn't make it
so I decided to work on my tan, and swim a bit.

   I could see his eyes wandering from my crotch.....  pussy shape clear
beneath flimsy silk.....  to my breasts.....  near naked with their tiny
triangles of yellow silk and hard points of nipples...  and back again. 
There was a sort of fixed embarrassed grin on his face as he realised it
was obvious he was ogling his teenage step-daughter.

   "You wear yellow, too Nat.  I chose yellow because it looks so good
against a tan, and your speedos look just fantastic.  OK for me to join you
on the sunbed?"

   I turned round, as if modest while I unclasped my bikini and let it fall
to the floor.  Of course I chiefly wanted to give him a view of my cute
little bum decorated as it was by the bikini rather than chastely hidden!
And sure enough, when I turned round again his hard cock was straining to
escape from the tight speedos, sort of bent sideways and downwards, but
massively stiff, the shape of the shaft and helmet outlined so clear in the
yellow silk.

   "That doesn't look very comfortable, Nat: you can take them off as far
as I'm concerned, and I know you were sun-bathing naked before I came....
I've seen you, remember and you've got no tan-lines."

   "We shouldn't, Susan, and you mustn't tease me."

   "Too late for that Nat: remember I've seen you naked, and I'm afraid I
was watching you and mother for a long time before that...."

   "Oh my god!  I'm so sorry, Susan.  You saw us..." He remembered what
they were doing before she got astride him, their delight in sucking each
other, and blushed deep red through his tan.  "Oh my god!  You saw all
that?"

   "Yes, and it was lovely, so loving.  I was so happy for you both.  Now,
you see, there's no need to cover up.  No point in it....  and we'll both
just get ugly tan-lines.  Look!  I'll take mine off and then you will be
able to take yours off too."

   I did not wait for a reply but just kicked my flip-flops away, put a
thumb under the thin laces each side and eased the bikini bottom down,
kicking it to join the bra.  I stood legs slightly apart to give him the
full benefit of my now-hairless pussy, beautifully pink around the lips and
white and smooth on the mound.  My thighs are slender enough for the gap
between them at the top to be the focus of his wide-open, astonished eyes.

   He seemed hypnotised, eyes fixed on my little-girl pussy while his cock
twitched and a spot darkened the bright yellow fabric where he had leaked.

   His eyes flickered between my tits and my pussy, up and down, again and
again.  Mine were focussed on that magnificent penis looking about to split
the fabic of his speedos.

   There was something else in his eyes too, something harder, that look of
mother's studs and the pervs in the shopping centre.  I loved it!  And my
cunt was tingling even more.

   I lay down on my side facing him.

   "Oh come on, Nat.  This ain't the nineteenth century!"

   And to my delight he raised his bum and pulled them down, his cock
springing clear.  He raised his muscular legs to hook the speedos over his
ankles and off.  As he did so I could see those lovely big balls...  I was
pleased to see that although his chest had a manly covering of hair, his
pubes were neatly cropped short, tidy and refined like the man's clothes
whatever he wore, and in fact in perfect keeping with his character, gentle
and groomed.

   No grey anywhere.  And all-over tanned, and a cock that seemed to have a
life of its own as it periodically twitched...

   As I lay beside him I studied it: my guess was about nine inches, a
straight shaft not as broad as, say a coke can, but not much less,
certainly more than my banana.  I smiled at the thought.  And the pretty
pink helmet shaped head that was a bit broader than the shaft and had an
eye.  I now know he was circumcised and ever since I have preferred men who
are cut...  not that I mind the others at all!  Cut cocks have a sort of
un-fussy elegance that foreskin denies, however natural and sexy foreskin
is.  He was looking at my pussy, and the way I felt he would soon see it
weeping my pussy-tears as I called the spurting of juices when I got
excited.  I opened my legs a bit so he could see my lips properly, hairless
and pink.  I was so glad I had chosen a "Hollywood Job" as the lady called
it because I could see he was interested.

   Interested?  Bloody fascinated!  Couldn't tear his eyes away!

   "It's lovely, Nat!  So noble and manly, and I think it's because of me
that it is standing up ready?"

   No answer, just a worried look and a sort of gulp in his throat.

   "Can I touch it, Nat?  Please, I want to feel it.  It's so different,
and so wonderful."

   I know he was starting to protest, but my hand was already on that
shaft. A woman never forgets her first cock and I can still remember my
sense of wonder at the heat, the rock hardness inside like a steel bar in
contrast to the silky smoothness of the skin and that blue vein that
travelled up it like a vine up a tree.  I could not close my hand around
it, and I wondered if it would ever fit inside me: I knew it would in fact
as girls used to marry at my age and still do in some places.  I also knew
my vagina could stretch as it felt tight if I only had one finger up there
when I was masturbating, but it was no tighter when I tried with three. 
And, after all, babies came out....  so even a big, thick cock could go in.


   My pussy was wet, I was sure!

   As I ran my fist loosely up the shaft he groaned...  pleasure I just
knew...  and a drop of liquid appeared in the eye.  Automatically,
unthinking I lifted it with the tip of my tongue.  No taste.  silky.  Nice!

   "No, Susan, stop.  It's wrong.  I'm your stepfather and you're only
eleven."

   "Twelve next month..."

   And I closed my lips over that pink, soft-fleshed knob.

   He closed his eyes, groaned, stuttered a sort of protest that was
still-borne and faded to nothing as I sucked, licked, and found that my
licking just under the glans I could get more of that liquid to taste.

   "Oh, Susan....  You're so lovely I just can't.....  Oh yes!  Like that."

   Something was happening!  His body tensed, his ankles raising in the
air. I could feel his cock apparently swelling even more, incredible as
that seemed.  And then he tried to pull it out of my mouth.  But I had it
grasped by its root and kept it there...

   "Oh Susan!  Oh my god!  What?  Ooooh!  Jesus, I've gotta cum.  Oh,
little Susan..."

   My mouth was suddenly filled with warm, bubbly, silky stuff.  I knew
this was sperm.  It spattered right up to my throat and I gagged still
holding his cock but pulling it out.  A streamer of white splashed over my
chin and tits.  I put the cock back in my mouth just in time for the third
spurt of that token of love.  Then his cock became still.  I knew it was
still oozing sperm and enjoyed the feeling so much I did not want it to
end. I stroked his chest hair.

   "Susan, I'm really sorry, I really am.  I shouldn't have.  I didn't mean
to.  Oh God!"

   "Shush, Nat, It was beautiful and I loved it.  I wanted it so much."

   "Your mother must never know, nor Elspeth, nor anyone."

   "I know that, silly.  It has to be our secret.  A lovely, sexy secret."

   I moved closer beside him, and he rubbed semen into my breasts.

   "You like my breasts, Nat?"

   "I certainly do.  So firm and perky..."

   "I know you like them and did from the first time you saw them and this
went stiff."

   I giggled and held his sticky cock.

   "What about my pussy?  I had it waxed specially because when I saw you
with Mother I knew you must like it bare like a little girl's or else you
wouldn't have been licking and kissing it like that.  I want you to like my
pussy, Nat."

   "Oh God!  You saw all that?"

   "Does she always sit on you for sex?"

   Silence!

   "Oh!  Come on Nat.  After all I've seen you both...."

   "We do it all ways, all sorts of ways..."

   "I wish you would fuck me, Nat, all ways, all sorts of ways."

   "That's enough of that, Susan.  You have a swim and cool off.  I'm going
in for a shower."



   The next few days were fun, with Nat becoming more and more used to the
idea that I had a woman's desires in a child's body....  as he once told me
after I had sucked his cock and swallowed it all, and I mean all.  I loved
to do that for him.

   It was two days after the first sex by the pool that I set my alarm and
got up early enough to make him the breakfast we both enjoyed....  coffee
for him, cocoa for me.  Toast and honey.  Grapes sweet apples in a fruit
salad with pineapple juice.

   I wondered what I should wear, and having no sexy lingerie decided naked
was best, showered and naked....

   I pushed the door with my foot, the tray in both hands, expecting to
find him fast asleep and naked, as he said he always was in bed.  I had
timed it badly: he was up and about though only in blue-striped boxer
trunks.  I could see he had shaved and brushed his hair...  I was too late
to wake him with a kiss which is what I wanted.  I had sucked his cock
twice by now and he had often hugged me (always when I was dressed and
never sexually....  or at least not very sexually), but we had never really
kissed.

   "Back to bed, Nat!  I've brought us breakfast in bed so we'd better eat
it in bed."

   I'd wondered in my night-time fantasies, whether he would like his cock
sucked when my mouth was really hot from cocoa.  I took a sip and then
closed my lips round his knob.  He did!  My goodness he did, and he told me
within seconds he would cum.  That was a new word for me until the day
before.  So many new words.  And now a new sort of sex.

   "Don't cum yet, Nat.  I watched you sucking her pussy and it must have
been lovely for her by the noise she made.  Do it for me, please, pretty
please."

   "We shouldn't, Susan.  That's too much.  No!"

   "So it's all right for me to suck you....  and I know how much you like
that, but not for you to kiss my pussy?  Is it because I'm always so hot
and sticky there, all wet when I'm with you?  Is that nasty?"

   "Oh no, Susan, never think that.  I love you like this." And for the
first time he slipped his finger between my cunt lips, where I was really
wet and juicy, and I hugged him close while he felt my clitoris, and
fingered the entrance of my vagina.

   "So amazingly live and warm and wet, so silky and soft, and this hard
little nub, and lord how you can grip my finger."

   "Please.  Pretty please..."

   And he did!

   But he started with my proper lips, giving me the first real lover's
kiss I ever got.  I nearly melted in his arms as his open mouth enveloped
mine and his tongue slipped into my mouth, just as his finger had into my
cunt seconds before.  And so I experienced for the first time the delight
of "the game of tongues", that intimacy that comes of tasting and feeling
the inside of a lover's mouth, of feeling his tongue penetrating yours and
hinting at further pleasures to cum as we hugged and our bodies intertwined
and writhed together.

   It may seem ordinary, even banal to me now I am a woman, grown cynical
after years of sexual activity with a dozen partners of each sex, serial
marriage and serial adultery!  But imagine what it was like for an
'eleven-nearly-twelve-year-old' girl to feel a man's lips on her nipples,
his tongue and stubbled cheek on her nascent breasts, licking and praising
their firmness, their lovely almost conical shape, even admiring their
smallness.  Nat liked little girls, or at least this one, his
step-daughter. He had tried to hide it from me....  but nothing can be done
about a stiff cock: real give-away!  Well he was lucky: this little girl
loved a middle-aged man and was willing to give herself to him body and
soul, but especially body....

   Then it was his hands on my breasts, scarcely larger than Christmas
tangerines, but shapely, and nipples that sometimes seemed to be pulling
them outward and upwards.  I was already proud of the shape of my tits,
just wished they would grow larger quicker.  Nat told me they were perfect
again and again, as if chanting a holy mantra, and pressed, stroked,
tweaked while his mouth was now descending my body, licking, kissing
smooth, tanned flesh, the tip of his tongue finding my belly-button,
licking round and round it and even pushing in with its tip.

   My breasts and nipples had long been centres of sexual pleasure: I
always pulled and teased my nipples when I was masturbating.....  still do
of course!  But I now discovered another erotic zone: my navel, at least
erotic when a handsome man was licking it!  My pussy, already warmed by my
imagination, his fingers, and that invisible thread of pleasure joining my
nips to my clit, must have been spurting my love-juice, I thought.  Thank
goodness Nat says he likes it wet and slippery....

   His cheek now on my mound, rounded under my swimmer's flat belly I was
so proud of, and as he rubbed his cheek against me I could feel the
roughness of his stubble, though he was as carefully shaven and groomed as
ever, and it was incredibly sexy, so masculine and strange, just as my
naked, hairless softness must have been sexy and feminine to him.  He
kissed me there, and then his mouth moved down to my pussy.

   I must have given a start when I felt his lips on my own lips down
there, but it was not of surprise, not of fear, just sheer pleasure and
pride that I was here, a little girl, being made love to by a mature,
handsome man, and in conflict with all laws and family taboos.  He wanted
me so much, he could not resist, would risk so much to love me.  (Yes, I
knew about the law and what it meant for men who had sex with young girls.
It seemed worth it to me too.)

   "OK.  sweeting?"

   "Oh yes, Nat.  Don't stop!"

   These lips are so pretty, Susan, so pink and so pure!  I love them.

   "I was right to have it all waxed then?"

   "Oh Yes!  I'll tell you why one day...  But now...."

   And lord!  How I wanted him, and I sighed my pleasure when his open
mouth covered my pussy, and moaned when his tongue entered between my lips,
lapping at the juices now flowing into my crease.  My vagina felt almost
uncomfortable: I knew what it wanted!
He parted the lips with finger and thumb and licked upwards till his
tongue met the hard little nub of my clitoris, even more than my vagina the
centre of my being at this moment.  He licked, he nibbled, he pulled at it
with pursed lips, he licked down the crease again and as the tip of his
tongue passed the entrance of my tight-closed vagina, he pushed it in. 
Then it was almost oblivion for me as he started to lick up and down,
fingering my clitty when his tongue was not on it, rubbing my whole
wide-open cunt crease with his chin, nose, forehead as well as his tongue

and lips.

   I clutched down at his head.  holding it between two hands and forcing
it harder onto me, as if I wanted it to penetrate.  I needed something in
my vagina, and almost sensing that he stuck a finger in and finger-fucked
me while sucking....

   "I'm cumming, Nat!  Coming!  Cuuuuuming."

   His rubbing, sucking, finger-fucking reached a crescendo as jolt after
jolt of electricity surged through my body, making it grip his finger,
making my hips raise to meet his sucking....  until as those spasms, which
surely he too could feel died away and he rested, his open mouth still
covering my pussy.

   I pulled away.

   "Me now!  I want to suck your cock properly this time Nat, so I can
swallow every drop of your sperm."



   We had oral sex night and morning and sometimes during the day: I was
insatiable and Nat, I think, now went with the flow.  This idyllic life
went on for several days, me often imploring him to fuck me, he always
saying it would damage my tender young cunt, I was too young, the law, but
both of us having lovely orgasms.  I enjoyed cooking for him dressing
sexily, or wearing nothing at all, always available for a kiss and a grope.

   Mother came back, and it stopped.  I was reduced to masturbation and the
hell of listening to her orgasms in the next bedroom.

   Elspeth's mother rang mine and said Elspeth would like me to "sleep
over".  Mother agreed without question: I just knew they were going to have
naked, uninhibited sex all over the house, not just in the marital bed
their daughter also knew so well.  But I liked Elspeth, and the afternoon
before the sleepover she cycled over and we sunbathed by the pool.  I wore
my sexy bikini but she was in a sedate one-piece costume: her mother would
not let her have a bikini and certainly not one like that.  We could not
sunbathe naked, as mother might appear at any moment.  But she looked
great!

   So we chatted.  Elspeth said it would be good to sleep together naked,
and I agreed, my pussy getting damp at the prospect.

   My mind went back to the girl in the tanning lounge....  her cleavage
and the shape of her tits under the cropped top, the tattoo around her
belly button and the piercing there with a green jewel, her fingers on my
pussy.  I was getting horny, wet again......

   We would probably have kissed and made love there and then but for the
fear of being caught, as there was a sort of sexual tension between us:
both little girls hoped that sleeping together naked could only mean ....
sex.



   We went to bed early, Elspeth explaining that we had gone for a long run
and then a swim in the afternoon and were exhausted.  Well, we had run and
swam but were anything but tired, full of life in fact.

   I had put on my very best bra and panties.  Most of my underwear was
little-girl white cotton, as required by the School uniform regulations. 
Would you believe it, in Year Seven and Eight our knickers often were
inspected before gym class to make sure we were not wearing anything adult
or provocative.  I expect Miss Jenkins got a thrill from that!  Certainly I
got an extra thrill from showing Elspeth my new lingerie, so grown-up and
sexy, white satin with blue lace trimmings!

   Elspeth had undressed much quicker than me.  She is the opposite of my
colouring, having dark brown, nearly black hair, fine and shining with
health.  She usually had it in a pony-tail like me, but she had let it down
to flow to her shoulders.  I had mine, too.

   We had decided our swim would do and had skipped the shower, both of us
eager to get between those sheets, so this was the first I had seen of her
naked.

   She was taller than me by a couple of inches, and in fact is six months
older though she was in the same year at school.

   I knew she must have lovely breasts from seeing her in her swimming
cossie, and was not disappointed.  Bigger than mine, shapely and
muscle-toned with no sag lines, they were crowned by brown aureoles, and
long nipples that were already erect, in anticipation I hoped.  My natural
skin tone is milky white, though I make sure I have a golden tan and
minimum tan lines.  Her skin tone is a rich mediterranian golden-brown,
with no tan lines on her breasts, but a triangle of lighter colour across
her bum and above her pussy.  My pussy was waxed bare of all hair of
course, but she had a trim triangle of really black hair, though her pussy
lips were nearly hairless.

   I could not wait to kiss those puffy lips...

   Elspeth looked impatient.

   "Come on, Susan, I want to see you properly!  I mean naked like we
agreed."

   I decided it would be fun if I pretended to be a bit nervous, innocent.
It would be good to be seduced!

   "Should we really?  I mean suppose your mother comes in."

   "She won't.  Why should she?"

   Elspeth came over to me and put her arms around me: I could feel her
breasts pressing against me and her hands, one in the small of my back, the
other on my bottom though not inside my panties.  Her lips were on mine,
her mouth wide open, and of course I responded my pussy tingling as she
pushed her tongue into my mouth.  She raised her leg between mine, pressing
it against my crotch and as I felt her hand slip down inside the waistband
of my knickers and fondle one buttock, I pushed my tongue into her mouth.
We stood like this for minutes, kissing passionately, her hand now actually
in the crease between my buttocks.

   "Oh come on, Susan.  I want to see your breasts."

   I felt her undo the clasp at the back and as my bra fell away she held
me at arm's length, looking.  I looked down as if nervous, embarrassed,
playing the 'little-girl' to her 'lesbian-seducer' role.  I covered my
breasts with one arm, so timid.  I was enjoying this game: it would be
especially exciting, I just knew!

   "So lovely!"

   She hugged me again, but now her hand was on my right breasts, caressing
it, stroking and squeezing.

   The sensation seemed to communicate itself to my pussy: I knew I would
be sopping wet....

   "Naked, like we said..."

   And she pulled my panties down.  She was surprised!

   "Oh my God!  That's so lovely.  How did you?  So smooth, so soft, so
pretty."

   She was now stroking my mons, still smooth as my bum.

   "Come on, Susan!"

   She pulled me to the bed.

   We hugged passionate and as we kissed I was so aware of her breasts
pressed against mine, her leg slipped between mine and bent so her thigh
rubbed against my pussy as we writhed and wriggled together, my tongue in
her mouth, then hers in mine, kissing open-mouthed.

   "Your breasts are so lovely, Susan, so golden and these pretty nipples."

   Her lips on my breast, suckling like a babe....  or like a lover!  I
longed to suck hers, but it would be more fun to play the half-reluctant
innocent for a whole more.

   "That feels so good, Elspeth....  but....  should we....?"

   "But nothing!  If it feels good just enjoy it!"

   And she sucked my left breast as well, her fingers stroking my right one
cupping it and gently pulling upwards till she was squeezing my nipple. 
And then again, and all the while her tongue and lips tweaking and nibbling
my other nipple.  I felt for her breast and stroked it too, squeezed it and
heard her gasp as I did so.  I tweaked the erect nipple and she gasped
again, her mouth never leaving my breast.

   But now it was her hands on my breasts as she pushed me over on my back:
we had been laying on our sides.  She licked downwards, covering my naked
body in little circles made with the tip of her tongue.  I was tingling all
over, and my pussy was more awake than it had ever been, even with Nat. 
She reached my belly button and I felt her tongue circle around it, and
then penetrate.  I never knew that was an erogenous zone....  but it is
when a beautiful girl, intent on seducing you, licks it.

   Hands left my tits to stroke my newly smooth mound, and her hair spread
over my body as she placed her cheek on it.

   I stroked the shining hair, so silky, so sexy.

   "It's so lovely, Susan, so pretty: like it was when we were just little
girls...."

   She was kissing my closed pussy lips.

   "And these too, so lovely.  I just want to kiss them."

   She turned round on the bed so her pussy was close to my face.  I could
scent her arousal and it reminded me of my night-time fingering of my own.
I like the scent, of course, and liked the feeling even more as I felt her
part my cunt-lips and then her open mouth over the whole of my pussy.

   She must have heard my whispered "Ooooh!", and then "What....?", and
then "Oh yes!" because immediately her tongue sought out my clitoris and
she licked in a figure of eight around it before pursing her lips on it and
gently pulling at it, and then nibbling it.

   It was good!  At least as good as when Nat did it, and I was still
maintaining my "Innocent little girl" persona because I thought it would
add to Elspeth's excitement, and it was her full-of-life enthusiasm that
was making me especially wet down there.

   "I never knew, Elspeth.  I mean it so much better than...  Ooooh!"

   That 'Ooooh' was Esspeth easing a finger into my vagina.

   "Better than masturbating, eh?"

   I stayed silent a moment or two, little girl not admitting she
masturbated...

   "Don't stop!"

   "Rub my clitty for me, too, Susan.  Please, darling."

   Lovers talk!  So far only Nat had ever called me darling.  I did not
feel unfaithful to him allowing Elspeth to have me: I might have done if it
had been a boy, but a girl, and such a pretty and sexy one, well just
enjoy!

   I had been looking closely at Elspeth's pussy.  I had, like all little
girls I suppose, sometimes lain with a hand mirror between my thighs so I
could look at myself and especially when I was masturbating, so I knew what
to look for.  But I realised her pussy was not quite the same as mine: yes,
the same mound, lips, clitoris, vaginal opening, but all subtly different
from mine.  I realised that pussies, like faces, were individual, and
imagined that cocks would differ from man to man too.

   Anyway, I combed my fingers through that triangle of short, fine, black
hairs and cupped her pussy, close-lipped, in my hand.

   "Please, darling."

   Her pussy lips were plumper than mine and had a few stray hairs longer
than her triangle, but the lips were a lighter golden colour than her body
and very inviting.  I opened them using thumbs on both hands, and could see
in the slit the darker red of her vagina hole...  closed....  and the
lighter pink of her clitoris.  It seemed bigger than mine.

   "Please..."

   "Your all wet and gushing, Elspeth."

   "You think you are not?  Come on!  It's good.  I know it's new for you,
darling, but believe me it's so good."

   And her mouth again on my pussy lips, cunt-crease and mostly my clitty,
and her finger now finger-fucking in and out.  Enough of this 'shy little
girl game'.  I touched her clit with the pointed tip of my tongue and heard
her muffled "Like that, yes." I started to suck and lick and followed her
example by pushing my finger into her vagina.  Gripped.  Good muscle tone
there as well, I thought as I started to finger fuck her, two fingered.  No
hymen!  But then I haven't either and I'm still a virgin, sad to say, my
cherry lost to a banana!

   I came first, a good strong one, and Elspeth started to come just as I
was at the peak of my orgasm.  It was good sex.

   After, laying side-by-side, she caressing my breasts, me stroking her
glossy hair and kissing her neck, we chatted.

   "I love your smooth pussy: how do pou get it so smooth?  I shave the top
of mine so it's below my swimming cossies, but it's never perfectly
smooth."

   I told her about the tanning lounge behind the bus station.

   "I think I'll have mine waxed.  But I'll have to ask....." She stopped
in mid-sentence.

   "Ask who, Elspeth.  Your mother?"

   "God!  No.  She'd just say no!"

   "So who?  You've got a boy-friend, haven't you, and he would know if you
removed your pussy-hair!"

   "It's supposed to be a secret."

   "Because he's married?"

   "No!  Because I'm under age and he's twenty years older!  He's not
married and loves me a lot."

   "It's OK Elspeth: I know how to keep a secret and anyway I don't want to
know who it is.  But aren't you afraid of getting pregnant.

   "I make him use a condom, and in case he forgets them I always have a
couple in my bag.  He sometimes asks me to 'bare-back' when he says it's my
safe time but I won't: there's never a safe time, and I have those in my
bag in case we get carried away."

   "You must be braver than me.  I couldn't go into Boots and ask for them,
or put them in my basket at Sainsbury's."

   She laughed.  "There's a vending machine in the loos at Odeon Corner. 
But we won't need them much longer as I'm going to the clinic and getting
an iud."

   "What's that?"

   "A birth control thingy they put inside you.  Not a dutch-cap, a sort of
metal and plastic thing that stops you getting pregnant.  It'll be nice to
just have sex naturally without all the planning and fiddling about with
condoms in foil packets.  And I wonder what it will feel like when he
squirts right up inside me.  And a condom can always break if you're big
and strong like......" She nearly said it, his name!.....  "Like him."

   "But won't they ask your mother?"

   "No.  They know we wouldn't get it done if they did, and they really do
want to stop sexy little girls like us getting preggers!"

   "Is it far?"

   "No.  Clarendon Crescent: there's a big notice board with 'Clinic' on
it, posh looking house, one of those huge Victorian ones round there. 
Let's do it again."

   "OK, but you lay on top of me this time, so I can feel your weight and
your breasts pressing..."



   So after a night of love-making that taught me I was bisexual, and that
although I loved Nat 'with all my heart', there was still room there for me
to love Elspeth.  I think she loved me,too, despite her love for some lucky
middle-aged guy.  She, too, is bisexual and we have kept in touch over the
years.....

   And I now knew where to get condoms.  And I knew about a
no-questions-asked contraception clinic especially for teenage girls.

   Next morning I left my bike in the village and took the bus into town: a
brief stop in the Ladies' Toilet where I bought three condoms, and minutes
later went back and bought three more, just in case.  I went on to the the
big cut-price clothing store on High Street and bought a white see-through
nylon shortie nightie.  I walked up through the suburbs into leafy, posh
Clarendon Crescent and, yes, there was the clinic.  I turned round and
walked back to the bus-station full of ideas and with a hot pussy at the
prospect.  I hoped I was not so wet it would soak through onto the bus
seat: it felt as if I might be.

   Mother would be going back to California for a few days soon, and
despite his passionate, noisy sex each night with her, and the occasional
blow-job from me, I reckoned he would be gagging for my naked teenage body
in his arms by the time she went.  (is eleven teenage or pre-teen?) I had
played out various scenarios (at night with my fingers up my cunt!), and
knew what I would do to seduce him into relieving me of my virginity.

   I knew he wanted that as much as I did, so it was silly all this
procrastination, doubt, stupid morality, fear of risk, all those things
stopping us both.



   Mother left before seven the next Saturday morning, a taxi arriving to
collect her and sounding its horn to wake us all up.

   I heard the toilet flush in Nat's en-suite bathroom, and knew he was
awake too.  I expected he would shower and shave as he always did, so I had
at least a quarter of an hour to get myself and my plan ready.

   I put the coffee on, made up a tray of croissants, honey, coffee-cups,
cleaned my teeth and brushed my hair, dabbed a bit of perfume behind my
ears, and slipped into my new white see-through nightie.  It barely covered
my bum and pussy, and I decided to wear the matching boxer-cut knickers
too....  equally see-through.  I had considered going to him naked-arsed,
but that would have been a bit too obvious, and not the "little-girl" image
that I just knew had captivated him.  He would have the innocent but randy
little virgin I knew he lusted after.

   The condoms and lube were in my gold make-up bag also on the tray.

   He was naked, combing his hair when I pushed the door open with my toe,
and entered with the tray and a cheery "Lovely morning, Nat, and all the
better for seeing you so gloriously naked.  Yummy.  Yummy." And a girlish
giggle!  As I put the tray down on the bedside cabinet I made sure he had a
great view of my bottom to go with the profile of my tits he had enjoyed a
second earlier.  Almost an Oscar performance!

   How do I know he enjoyed the view?  Obvious!  He had a magnificent erect
cock replacing the sad droopy one of a moment before.  I smiled inwardly as
he stood there dumb-struck I guess by my deliberately sexy near-transparent
nightie, virginal-white, but more than hinting at sensual pleasures from my
young body.  I took pity on him and went up to him and hugged him, partly
because I just love the feel of his hard cock pressing against me and even
more so when he is naked.  I offered my face up to him inviting a kiss, and
he obliged, one arm around my shoulders the other lower down so he could
fondle my bum through the two layers of slippery nylon.  I raised one leg
to rub between his legs against his crotch, I could feel his bare leg
against my naked thigh and his cock cock hard and hot slipping on the nylon
of my panties.  My leg pressed up against that hard place he has between
his bottom-hole and his balls, and I could feel his balls resting on my
thigh.  His hand slipped down my bottom to my pussy lips....  I knew they
would be wet, and knew that is what he wanted.

   "Breakfast first, naughty Nat."

   I pulled him to the bed and made sure he fell on top of me.  God!  How I
longed to feel his weight on me as he fucked me, his lovely big cock
stretching and filling my tight little cunt!  That's what I needed and was
going to get, at last!  What he needed too.  All that passion wasted on my
mother when he could have my delicate and firm body to play with!



   I teased him by still wearing my sexy nightie and I think he really
enjoyed the way the silky nylon clung to my tits....  electric charge in
the dry summer air....  and the way it slipped over them as he caressed me
through them.  He had one hand on my breasts, the other stroking my
pussy-lips through my panties....I bet they were more than damp by now!

   He was getting more and more worked up sucking my nipples, stroking my
pussy, telling me how he loved it so wet and juicy, how it gripped his
finger when he finger-fucked me, how my clitty was hard like my nipples. 
All that stuff....  turns me on too to hear it even now.  When I was only
'eleven-nearly-twelve' it was like an aphrodisiac drug, and finally I
whispered in his ear.

   "You're going to fuck me this morning, Nat.  I know it and you know
it...."

   "No, Susan, no, no, no."

   "Why not?  I want it so bad: and so do you."

   I slapped his cock with my open hand and giggled.

   "And so does this lovely weapon of yours..."

   "And if you got pregnant what then?  Trouble for you, prison for me..."

   "Condoms!"

   "I don't have any.  I don't use them with...  you know, you've seen us
after all."

   "I've got some, and lube..."

   I opened my make-up bag.

   "Now I'm going to help put one on, as I need to learn that too.  And
then Whooo-hoo.  Farewell sweet cherry!"

   I could see the sudden decision in his eyes.

   "OK Susan, you asked for it and you're going to get it.  Get this lot
off."

   Seconds to pull my panties down and my nightie up, over and off.  Naked
and willing for him I held his cock in my fist feeling it pulse, feeling
the heat, watching pre-cum dribble down the shaft and onto my fingers... 
It felt like mine was dribbling onto my thighs too!



   He tore open a foil and placed the rubber on the eye of his cock.

   "Now roll it down and hope I don't cum in it before I get into you.....
I'm hyper-sexed-up, you little darling.  God!  I love those tits, and the
prettiest pussy ever."

   I rolled it down his cock right to the base....  and when I'd done he
smeared lots of the lubricant over it.

   "I shouldn't think I need that, Nat.  I'm sopping wet for you."

   Which did not stop him pumping some more onto his fingers and smearing
it along my cunt and into my vagina...

   "Ooooh, that feels nice."

   My cunt was itself 'hyper-sensitive', to use his words, stimulated by
his lips and now his fingers, two of which were snugly in my vagina.

   "Best for you to get on top of me, Susan: I'm very heavy for you."

   "No!  You on me.  I want to feel your weight.  I've longed to feel your
weight on me..."

   I lay on my back with my legs wide open, offering myself to him.  I felt
like pulling my pussy lips apart, but perhaps that would be to...  too
something or other.  I needn't have worried as he lay between my legs,
holding his cock, and he used the knob to open my lips and then rubbed it
up and down over my little hole and my nub, mixing his precum with my
juices and the lube.

   Suppose he really was too big!  Alternatively, suppose he really did
know all about little girls and their cunts....suppose I was not his first
under-age girlie!  No, not Nat!  I was sure I was the only under-age girl
he had made love too, so how could he know?  No!  He was just guessing, and
I knew I could get three fingers up there, difficult but possible, and he
was not much bigger than that.  Perhaps his knob was broader.  Yes!  It
was! Oh my god!  But I couldn't back off now.  I just had to now or he
would never fuck me, and I wanted him so much....

   I bit the bullet.

   "Now, Nat!  I really want it.  Fuck me now!"

   I felt his weight for a moment, but then as I felt his knob enter me,
and then the whole of his shaft slide in until his hairy crotch met my bare
pussy and at that exact same moment his knob touched my cervix deep inside,
with a little shock of discomfort....  the first and only....  then the
feeling of tightness in my cunt and the weight of his body, these negative
things were buried in another feeling.  I clasped my arms around his back,
bent my knees and linked my ankles over his bum and we felt like one body.
I was only aware of that my cunt was not hurt by his cock, and the heat of
his body was hot and so masculine, and I wanted to submit totally, to be
"taken" to use that old word.

   "OK, sweeting?"

   "It's lovely, Nat.  Now do me, hard as you like...."

   That was brave of me.  Part of me wanted to give myself to him fully,
part of me feared especially his thumping the end of my vagina.  I knew the
breadth of his cock would be ok, but the length?

   I need not have worried.  With more instinct than skill I moved down his
body just an inch or so, wriggling, and now his cock was raking my clitoris
with every thrust and the knocking on my my cervix was just a gentle touch.
I realised with joy our bodies were perfectly matched.  and me only eleven,
him a grown man.

   His mouth and fingers had brought me to the edge.  Now that thrusting
cock tipped me over.  It was too quick!  I wanted it to go on and on and
on....building and building.  But I could not stop it.  I lost control and
felt the pleasure mounting till it was almost unbearable and I came, my
whole body spasming in the rhythm of my vagina and his thrusts.  Later I
found I had clawed his back, my nails drawing blood, but all I could do was
lose myself in the wonder and joy of this first really adult sex.

   Somewhere I heard myself shouting, demanding he fuck me faster, harder.

   And then he came.  seconds only after my own orgasm released itself.  I
could not feel the gush of cum, of course, but knew there were at least
three spurts from the power of his thrusts and his grunts, almost of
anguish.

   And then silence, the quietness of good sex and also amazement at the
height of our joy, both of us.

   At last he pulled it out, and I took the condom off...  so much spunk in
it, so very much!

   He kissed me on my forehead.

   "You called me daddy, my little darling.  As we came, both of us
together, you said "Yes!  Daddy!"

   "I love you, Daddy."



   I had deliberately put the honey jar on the tray instead of the jam and
as we sat propped against the bed-head I dipped a finger in and smeared
sticky sweetness over his now-limp cock, then suggestively licking my
finger, with a twinkle in my eyes I'm sure.

   "I've never felt your cock stiffen in my mouth, daddy, and now I'm going
to have that.  Just lay back and enjoy it too!"

   I certainly enjoyed feeling his cock gradually harden as it rested in my
mouth for me to pamper with my tongue, my cheeks hollowed by the suction I
was putting on it.  There was a wonderful feeling of female power over him
as his cock gradually stiffened, and his moaning noises of pleasure
started.

   As for me, my cunt wanted more, and more, and more.  My tits felt heavy,
small as they were, and the nipples felt full.  I was just plain horny for
him!

   But there was no way I was going to let him cum in my mouth....  much as
I liked that.  This was my day for fucking, and he was fit and ready to
take me again.  I reached for the blue foil packet, ripped it open, and
(experienced now!) rolled it down his cock.  The condom was already lightly
lubed, and I thought with my love-juice welling all over the place (change
the sheets on the marital bed and wash them before she came home!) I
thought no more lube was needed.

   But I wanted it from behind....  doggy-style Elspeth had called it.  I
had not heard the expression before and thought it was original, that she
had invented it, and found it very funny.

   Attractive though!

   I knelt down, my head in the pillow, my bottom in the air , and wiggled
it ..

   "Now this way, Nat.  And make sure you feel round me to hold my tits, or
my clitty if you prefer.  Or both...."

   But I felt his hands on my buttocks, one palm on each as he stretched
them apart, and then his mouth on my anus, kissing, licking.  God!  He must
really love me to do that.  On my arse-hole!  Kissing!  Sexy feeling
though! It tickled as he penetrated with his tongue and I giggled.

   "Naughty, daddy!  Not there....  at least not yet.  Now that really
would be tight in there, and we'll need to practise with something else
before you do me there.  One day, though....Promise!  Now fuck me hard."

   His cock slid easily in this time, and in this position did hit the end
of my cunt.  It did not hurt now, though.  Good thing too, as he fucked me
hard with quick jabbing thrusts of his cock.

   He did have one hand under me holding a tit, but the other was clasping
a bunch of my hair and almost pulling my head off the pillow.  Then he let
go my hair.

   I felt him slap my bottom: the sound was sharp and filled the bedroom.
This was real submission and I loved it.  As good as feeling his weight
crushing me down into the mattress had been.  Better!

   "Oooogh!  I like that, Daddy!  Spank me.  More!  I want more!"

   So he spanked me, one slap on my left buttock timed with the crash of
his thighs against my butt, then one on my right cheek, and so on, faster
and faster as I got closer and closer...

   "Oh my god!  I'm cumming!  Don't stop" Yes, like that!  Ooooooh! 
Daddy....  Ooooooooh!"

   I think it was the spanking that made him cum, that and the huge spasms
in my vagina.  He loved to spank me ever after that, and I had to tell him
often how much I liked it to stop him apologising....  men!





   From then he was always 'daddy' and never 'Nat', and although my first
daddy remained a lovely memory the pain of loss was cured.

   It was about a year later when I was in ninth grade that I asked him to
add my anal virginity to the cherry he had plucked that sunny July morning.
We explored together "the wilder shores of love" our only rule being that
both had to enjoy whatever it was, or if only one did at least the other
was willing to oblige....

   I had, by the time I was eighteen, a complete sexual education from only
one male lover, though several female partners.

   Mother never found out that her man and her daughter were having sex as
often as they could, and even exploring together less obvious but
delightful sexual practises Mother would call 'perversions'.  I did visit
the birth control clinic, which meant we were able to indulge in unplanned
quickies....  I always came with my daddy, often with multiple orgasms.

   At eighteen I went to College, found other men (and women) to have sex
with and have had many partners and several on-going relationships through
my life, but always finding sex better with my second daddy, and even now
when I am fifty and he eighty plus we still have sex sometimes....

   I never married or had children of my own.