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 The Hero's Return : by (C) Hamilton Joyce.  Mg gg Fg FF MFg

   Helen looked at the framed photograph she kept on her bedside table,
turned to her bed so it was the first thing she saw each morning and the
last thing at night.  Taken eighteen months ago at the beach he was so
handsome, beefy and his tanned body with golden curls, a deeper blonde than
his crew-cut hair.  It was almost the last time she had seen those clear
blue eyes and that happy smile, his even and gleaming teeth.

   She sighed: she so missed her daddy.....

   She switched the light off and pulled the duvet up before laying on her
back and remembering his hugs, his calling her "Angel".  She knew she would
not sleep through worrying about him unless she....

   Her left hand caressed a breast through the cotton nightdress, feeling
the nipple harden and she slipped her right hand under the hem to stroke
her pussy.  Her clitoris was a hard little nub as she imagined her daddy
holding her again, kissing her.  She loved him so much, and though she knew
she would probably never see him again, and even if she did he would hardly
make love to his daughter.  But she could imagine herself naked in those
strong arms, her lips on his.  Her finger rubbed her nub and then, juices
flowing, she slipped it into her vagina.  A gentle orgasm flowed through
her young body, and she was able to turn on her side and sleep.

   She no longer felt any guilt at these night-time pleasures: after all it
was only fantasy and she knew her daddy would never, never make physical
love to her.  She had tried imagining another man holding her: Mr Wilson
the Geography teacher was certainly dishy, well built and very handsome. 
That worked and she got an orgasm pretending it was him but it was not
really very intense, and in any case did not let her go off to sleep.  She
had even let Dave Jenks feel her tits and kiss her, partly because all the
girls fancied him and he really was an alpha male, an athlete and clever
too, very handsome, dead sexy.  She felt a real let down when she heard he
had been boasting that she had let him touch her breasts and was glad she
had not let him kiss her.  She decided that there was no-one to compare
with her daddy...

   The chart on the kitchen wall showed they were now three-quarters
towards the target they needed to ransom her father.  His employer, The
University and Museum, had generously continued to pay his salary so they
were not poor, and the income from royalties on his books went straight
into the fund.  Mother and daughter were both active across social media,
and Mother kept the public aware of his captivity through continual press
releases and tv interviews.  The British public was generous, and money
still flowed in: but the Terrorists were demanding a huge sum.

   Professor Terence Hanley had been continuing his archaeological
excavation at a desert site when his camp had been raided by these bandits:
many of his workers had been slain as had their body-guards, but the
Professor himself was being held pending payment of a ransom.  That was
nearly two years ago.

   The Government had been little help: Rita Hanley understood why.  They
said if a ransom was paid then it would be open house on all Brits within
reach of the terrorists.  So no ransom.

   Which left charitable donations, and the British public was its usual
generous self.  Three quarters there!  And there were people willing to
help, men of influence with the terrorists who could negotiate, and had
even met Terry Hanley and could report back to his wife and daughter that,
thank God, he was fit and well and not badly treated, one of several
Western hostages.  So he also had company.



   The breakthrough came when Sir Giles Faversham died: with no family
heirs his will left everything to various charities, including the Terry
Hanley fund.

   Terry's first two days back in the UK he had medical tests, all
negative, and it was two years almost to the day since he was taken that he
arrived home in a taxi, waving to the crowds of cameramen door-stepping,
and embracing his wife and daughter, producing happy front pages for
several papers, one of which claimed with some truth "We Done It!".

   His wife was as lovely and as sexy as he had remembered those long
months, and he hugged her, kissing despite the flashing cameras.

   His daughter stood smiling happy: the best day of her young life and it
showed.  Noticeably lots of the cameras were trained on her innocent beauty
and evident joy.  Then he turned to her, putting a hand on each shoulder
and gazing at her amazed that the cheeky little gamine he had left was now
a graceful, beautiful young lady.  Yes, only thirteen, but with slender
waist, breasts, a cute bottom under that summer dress, and altogether a
teenage beauty.  He was almost self-conscious as he took her in his arms
and hugged her.  He would have liked to kiss her, but not with the TV and
newspaper cameramen.  Oh no!  But he could feel the girl's breasts against
his shirt as they embraced.

   "My!  But you've grown up into a beauty, Angel."

   Her happiness was complete.



   That night she had to listen to the home-coming sex between her mummy
and daddy: it went on most of the night; bouncing noises, bedsprings
singing, moans and grunts from mummy, silence and whispers and then more
bed-noises, more moaning, panting, grunting.  Over and over.  In her
solitary bed Helen herself came twice imagining it was her that daddy was
making love to.....  but eventually she slept.

   She was awoken in the early hours of the morning by screams from the
next room, shouts of No!  No!  No!

   Her daddy was having a nightmare.  She could hear whispers, her mother,
and then it was quiet again.  But she could not get to sleep: it was still
dark and she put her bedside light on to look at the clock.  Three fifteen.
She decided to get up and make herself a cocoa.

   The light was on in the kitchen, and she was appalled to find her daddy
sitting on a low stool at the kitchen table, his head in his hands.  His
recurrent nightmare had as usual re-awoken memories of those terrible first
days when he was still in the hands of the murderous gang who had destroyed
his expedition's camp.  He re-lived the long, sadistic torture and
execution of his Site Manager, a gentle and cultured local academic, and
the casual beheading of the labourers and student archaeologists.  These
nightmares and day-time flashbacks showed no sign of diminishing in
horrible clarity, and the guilt he felt as the sole survivor was as strong
as ever.  He was the only one the terrorists could sell on to the group who
made a good living out of hostage ransom payments.  The others they used
for their satanic amusement.....

   Helen had bare feet and he was not aware of her presence till he felt
her arms around him from behind, her breasts pressed against him.

   She felt such grief at his sadness she could not find words to express
them, would have taken on herself all his troubles to free him, would have
told him how much she loved him.  Instead....

   "I was going to make myself a cocoa, daddy.  Would you like one?  It
helps get to sleep...."

   "You're a good girl, Angel.  I'm so sorry I woke you.  And yes I'd like
a cocoa."

   He watched her at the fridge and then the stove.  What a lovely girl,
sleep in her eyes and her breasts profiled in the thin cotton of her
nightie, from behind a really cute bottom outlined in the cotton as she
bent to get the cocoa from the cupboard.  Such lovely slender thighs.....
He shook his head: best not to follow that train of thought!



   Helen woke up just before her alarm clock as usual, showered and was
dressed in her school uniform.  There was only one more week before the
long summer holidays and really not much work at school.  Most of the
teachers would be filling in the annual individual reports, some still
marking end-year exam papers, others discussing reports and papers with
individual students.  Helen had put a couple of books in her satchel, not
school books but novels she would enjoy reading to kill time.  If the
weather stayed fine some teachers allowed the class to go al fresco on the
playing field: chance to have a good gossip with the other girls, and tease
the boys a bit.

   Mummy and Daddy got up very late the next morning!  Not surprising,
Helen thought.

   Mummy was wearing her gold satin negligee and had done her hair and
make-up: Helen had a momentary pang of jealousy as she saw how sexy her
mother still was with her perfect figure and those breasts she had paid to
be enhanced last year.  She wondered if daddy knew mummy had a breast job.
Whatever, they were good breasts and the negligee showed them off, nipples
and all.  Daddy was in shabby pyjama bottoms, but his chest was as strong
as ever, and his arms.  That golden chest hair had a few grey ones among
it, but he was as beefy and handsome as ever.  She knew her daddy was, in
fact, dead-sexy and if she had not realised it in her mind, the familiar
tingling in her clitty would have reminded her!
The coffee was percolated, but she put on the kettle for her mummy's tea

and a couple of eggs for daddy.

   She had finished her own breakfast, and while mummy and daddy had theirs
she cleared her crocks away.

   Daddy paused, his tea-spoon of egg poised between egg-cup and mouth,
frozen and transfixed.

   His daughter and his wife stopped, fearing he was having one of those
terrible memories.

   But actually as his daughter had bent to load her used crockery into the
dishwasher her skirt rode up to reveal long, slender legs, her bum jutted
provocatively and he had an awareness of the sexiness of school-girls in
their uniforms as that dream vision filled his mind; how desirable his
daughter was despite being forbidden, taboo.  He remembered the feel of her
firm breasts against his back last night, against his chest on the
door-step.  Worse, he recalled last night making love with Julia, the
fourth and last time, he had thought he would not be able to cum, but then
he had seen in his mind eye his daughter's slender but so-female body,
remembered the feel of those young breasts against him.......  and he had
cum!

   The moment passed and they continued the routine of the day.

   Helen kissed mummy and daddy (chastely!) and was off to school.  Mummy
had taken the week off (she was a surgeon at the General Hospital) to "help
daddy settle back in."

   'On her back for most of it,' Helen thought to herself, and was
immediately ashamed of that jealous thought....



   As that first week passed his and Rita's passion gradually morphed into
more normal married love, still great sex every night but only once!

   He was increasingly concerned that his initial passion for his wife was
being replaced by what he could only describe as lust for his daughter.  He
was obsessed by her, so maidenly and innocent in her school uniform and yet
with such a wonderful body and beautiful face.  The change had come on the
third night.  As usual he had pulled Rita's nightie off to suck her naked
pussy, giving her the first orgasm and warming her up for the main event.
As he tongued her clitoris he reached up to fondle a breast: they were
still wonderfully shapely and firm.  As he reached from underneath one
proud breast his fingers found a hard place.  He fondled the other breast
and found the same mark.  He recognised it as scar tissue and knew his wife
had breast enhancement surgery: more to the point she had not told him. 
Strange!

   He continued to suck, still caressing her breast with one hand while he
finger fucked with the other, but his mind wandered to his daughter's
bosom: that would have all the firmness and shapeliness of youth,
naturally. As he tongued Rita's clitoris, his nose enjoying the scent of
arousal, he found himself wondering if Helen had pubic hair yet.  Rita had
been shaven when he first met her, both of them virgins, and he had been
faithful all his married life.  He wondered what it would be like to caress
a pubis with fleece.....  golden fleece he imagined.  Helen would have
pubic hair by now: thirteen, breasts, and he knew she had periods as Rita
had told him about the girl's troubles a couple of years back.

   That had been just before his....  he banished that thought of terror
from his mind.

   Helen had told him the doctor had cured her daughter's painful cramps
with medication.  "Surprisingly the same pills I take for birth control."

   Lord!  Perhaps Helen knew she was at no risk of pregnancy.  Fuck!  He
hoped she had not allowed any boy....  No!  Not Helen.  He dismissed the
unwelcome idea.  Probably Rita had not told the girl her pills for
controlling her periods were also birth-control pills.  No need to tell the
girl that: just lead her into temptation.

   At that moment his wife had her first orgasm and lay open for him to
take her, and the thought was lost.

   But the damage was done!  He now always had an image of his daughter in
his mind when he came in his wife's vagina, of the girl's pubic triangle,
tiny pert breasts, fine, slender legs like a young colt, thinking how good
the unthinkable would be, to be cumming in Helen's tight little honey-pot
.....

   Nightly, Helen fantasised her daddy's hands and lips on her body,
especially her breasts.  Often at school her mind would wander into
forbidden areas and her breasts would feel heavy, her clitoris erect, her
panties wet as she imagined her daddy kissing and caressing, even as a
lover taking her....

   Her daddy seemed more remote, and had not hugged her since that first
night.  And yet she longed for him to....  Her daddy had, frankly,
frightened himself with the strength of his lust for her young body and had
decided he had to keep his hands off her at all costs.

   On the Wednesday Terry had visited the University and the Museum, and
the good news was that the terrorists who plundered the camp had scattered
his papers and work-diaries about but not destroyed them, and the Captain
in charge of the local army detachment that had eventually been given the
grisly job of clearing the site had rescued all he could find and shipped
them back to the University along with several crates of pottery shards and
similar small finds.  Terry would be able to write up the results of his
excavations after although there was no chance at all of returning to the
dig as it was now a war zone.  His colleagues had given him a great
welcome, including his number two who had been standing in for him all
those long months, and would be for a while longer.  All good on the lad's
CV Terry consoled himself.

   However the nightmares and flashbacks were a real concern, and his
employers had generously arranged psychological support and counselling to
help him through the post-traumatic stress.  The counselling sessions would
start on Monday next week, and be one a week for whatever time it took to
banish the horrors.  He knew he should tell the psychiatrist/psychologist
who was counselling him about his new obsession with his daughter's nubile
body but he also knew he would not bring himself to, much less admit it to
Rita.

   He would have a several months sabbatical mostly at home writing.  He
had been advised, too, to see if he could write up his experiences in
captivity, perhaps for publication.  But he knew that during the whole of
the school holidays, eight long weeks, he would be suffering the torments
of forbidden desire.

   For five days a week and sometimes at weekends when her mother was
on-call at the hospital, while the school holidays lasted it would be
Helen's role to look after her daddy.  Bliss for her!  Sweet agony for him!



   The first day of the holidays, Saturday, Helen was up long before her
parents, dressing for what looked a real hot day in a loose cotton top and
denim mini-skirt, no socks and pink trainers with glitter reflectors.  She
looked at herself in the hall mirror and approved: Mrs Pereira who managed
the mini supermarket had often praised Helen's dress sense and flattered
her, telling the girl she was sure a lot of the men who came in Saturday
mornings did so to be served by the beautiful teenage girl.  Helen knew
this was true, and was happy to flirt a bit, often seeing that look in
men's eyes, bulges in their trousers or shorts that showed she was
impressing them.  She knew she was sexy.  Mr Pereira was very much in love
with his pretty wife, who was like a little, perfectly-formed doll Helen
thought: he never came near his wife in the shop without touching her, but
nonetheless she was certain he fancied his Saturday morning helper, his
eyes flitting from tits to crotch and back as he spoke to her!  He never
touched her: she would not have minded if he did.  A nice man!j
He and his wife were both Indians, from Goa originally but completely

Europeanised, Portuguese.

   Helen thought Mr Pereira was very handsome, big and beefy like her
daddy, but swarthy with a huge black moustache.  She sometimes imagined
being kissed by that and found it rather an exciting idea....  but not as
exciting as her daddy would be.  However, he was just as handsome and a
real hulk and added to her usual horniness.  Mrs Pereira was like Helen's
mummy she thought, in being vivacious, clever, and very pretty.  But she
could not have been more unlike the tall blonde in everything else.  She
was tiny, hardly five feet tall, but with a perfect figure and lovely, long
glossy black hair to go with her coffee complexion and sultry, sexy dark
eyes.  Her silk saris hugged that lithe body, and no wonder her man was so
obsessed by her.  It occurred to Helen that he probably fancied his
Saturday morning girl because her figure was so like his wife's: she wished
her daddy, too, fancied women with small tits!

   Sometimes she thought her employers treated her like the daughter they
never had.

   Saturday morning was always busy, and there was only her and Mrs on the
counter, while Mr was at the Post Office counter at the back of the shop
nearly the whole of her four hours.  She worked 9 till 1 and was paid £20
for the stint each Saturday, good, honest wages for a young girl.  On top
of that mummy gave her £10 a week 'pocket money' so she was never short of
ready cash.

   All morning her mind kept wandering to her daddy, sometimes wondering
what sex would be like: she had only ever been kissed by one boy, though
others had tried it on with her!  And that had not done anything for her:
he was handsome, yes, but dim, really thick.  She decided she needed a man
to be strong and masculine, but also intelligent......  like her daddy in
fact!

   She always got a ten minute break at 11 and she found she had to shut
herself in the staff toilet and quickly masturbate to get some relief from
her insistent clitty.  Her breasts, too, felt swollen and her bra too
tight. She took the bra off and the customers and Mr Pereira if he came to
her counter, would now get the benefit of her puffy nipples pushing at the
cotton top and a view of her new cleavage.

   She knew the time had come to junk her AA and A-cup training bras and
move up to adult lingerie....

   So at one she texted her mother and said she was going shopping, then a
text to her best friend Nikki suggesting they meet at the bus station at
the shopping centre.

   Nikki and Helen strolled arm-in-arm past the old men ogling them from
the safe havens of wooden benches, and both girls giggled, taking a delight
in the effect they knew their young bodies were having on these sad old
guys.  The occasional fit younger man waiting for his wife to finish
shopping might even get a flash of panties if he was lucky...

   Neither Niki nor Helen had ever been in the lingerie boutique, but were
encouraged by the Sale notice in the window, and the smart, middle-aged
sales assistant who really did welcome them, probably sensing some
nervousness.  Helen explained she was finding her training bras too small
and needed to replace them.

   The sales lady had a job to die for!  She invited Helen into a
dressing-cubicle where she would measure her for a bra that really did fit,
there was room in it for all three, Nikki as well....

   "It's a matter of shape.  as well as size, you see....."

   "No, my dear, don't be embarrassed: you need to take your top off so I
can measure you and assess the cup size too.  We're all girls, and I'm sure
your mummy has been checked for size just like this." Nikki watched, amused
but also just a bit aroused as Helen raised her arms and pulled the loose
blouse off.  Helen's nipples were puffy and raised, probably rubbed by the
cotton with no bra to protect them, pretty pink aureoles and pink nipples.
Nikki often was turned on when the girls all showered together after gym or
netball, and wondered if she was a bit lesbian, till her best friend Helen
admitted it turned her on a bit too and they decided that probably all
girls were a bit lez.  They had, however, never ventured even a caress
beyond greeting pecks and fleeting hugs.

   Her friend had nice breasts and Nikki knew that although the measuring
with a tape was certainly necessary, probably the sales lady cupping her
hands over Helen's breasts and feeling them for at least a minute had
another motive altogether!  It was certainly sexy to see the lady enjoying
what Nikki would have loved to do!  Her own breasts felt heavy and she knew
it was not because her bra was too tight as her clitty was awake as well.

   "B-cup, young lady.  How old are you?"

   "Thirteen, just"

   "Then don't buy too much lingerie as you'll need a C-cup in a few
months. Wonderful breasts.  You're very lucky."

   She opened the fingers of both hands around the base of each breast and
with a light pressure drew her fingers up to the tips.

   Helen shivered.  This was dead sexy!  She imagined her daddy doing just
that; her clit woke up and she knew her panties would be damp.

   "I'll need two bras: one on and one in the wash.  Better be white, for
school."

   The bras came with free panties as well as being reduced in the sale. 
Helen left wearing the more sedate white satin bra, buying another
identical one, and also treating herself to a real sexy flimsy nylon
confection; you could see her pink aureoles and nipples though the lacy
tracery.  Both girls giggled when they saw the panties had an almost
transparent panel at the front and when Helen put her hand inside you could
see her fingers clearly.  "For special occasions," she said.



   Mummy was out shopping when Helen got back, and she was hungry having
missed lunch.

   Daddy said there was a stew in the oven and she would not want to spoil
her dinner, so she just made some toast and sat at the kitchen table to eat
it with honey.

   Daddy was sitting opposite almost hypnotised by the this white nylon bra
strap that kept appearing as the loose blouse slipped sideways over her
shoulder.  She was chattering happily about her friend Nikki, their
shopping, and other inconsequential things, and every time the blouse
slipped she shrugged it back in place, her breasts peaking in the fabric as
she did so, like two plump Easter chicks with little beaks, he thought. 
Then she leaned forward and carelessly let the front of her blouse flop
open so her daddy was treated to a sight of her new bra, or at least the
top half of it as it snugly caressed her matchless little breasts, the
beginnings of the rounded beauty framed by a thin line of delicate white
lace.  He could make out the raised points of nipples.  His cock was
immediately fully erect, and he knew this vision of loveliness would invade
his mind again in his night-time frolic with Rita.  He no longer felt
shame, only excitement and longing.  His daughter was so sexy in her
innocence, so desirable, and he knew there was no cure for his obsession.
Except....  but he banished the thought, only for it to return as she got
up, and when she bent to load the dish-washer he had a glimpse of her
bottom, rounded and feminine but still girlish-slender, white satin
stretched across it.  Hard cock and no shame!  But he also knew the shame
would come after the sex with his wife when that vision of his daughter
would have driven his cock to orgasm.

   He was condemned to love (lust?) with no hope of the release that sex
with her would bring.

   Helen knew, of course.  She had the awareness and inbuilt wisdom all
women have, why they are so much better at relationships than men.  She
knew her daddy's eyes had focused on her bosom and had seen that look in
them she recognised from the men who ogled her in the street.  No doubt, he
desired her.  When she got up she glanced a moment and could see the bulge
in his trousers, knowing exactly what that meant: the boasting of several
girls in her class who already, in year nine, at thirteen, were sexually
experienced, had made that clear.  Nikki agreed with her that those girls
were sluts, and in any case the boys were not at all interesting.  Men like
Mr Pereira and her daddy were a different matter and she had deliberately
leaned forward to let him see her newly-developed cleavage.  At the
dish-washer she made sure her skirt rode up to show her new white satin
panties......

   Less upset now, because she knew he wanted her, but also realised he
would have to overcome a very deep father-daughter taboo if their desire
for each other was to be fulfilled.  She walked round the back of her
daddy's chair and was about to put her arms around him, hug him with her
breasts pressed against his neck, her hands on his nipples.....

   Perhaps more might have happened, but the front door slammed and mummy
was home.  Helen helped her unload the week's groceries from the car.



   Monday morning Terry was up late: he had not slept well despite a fuck
which to be honest probably satisfied his wife more than it did him,
leaving him ashamed of needing the spur of his daughter's slender body and
fantasies of enjoying her half-seen breasts and wholly-imagined pussy in
order to spur him to orgasm.  He lay awake watching the clock move from
eleven to three before he finally found sleep, only to dream of forbidden
sex with Helen.  Rita had left for work without waking him, and when he
took his shower he found he had to masturbate to relieve the excitement of
those dreams, his cum splattering high up the tiled wall, offering physical
relief but reinforcing the feelings of guilt.

   Helen was watching television, but she got up to greet him, thinking how
handsome he looked, hair slicked down by the shower, and so muscular in tee
and shorts, bare-footed.  She was wearing tight, very brief blue denim
shorts, frayed at the thigh, and a floppy blouse, like the one at the
weekend but pale blue this time.  Blue like Alice, he thought as he admired
her trim figure and the long blonde hair in a pony-tail with a matching
pastel blue ribbon.  And those shorts!  The frayed edges at her tanned
thighs drew his eyes to the triangle of creases at her crotch: the teenage
fashions this year left little to the imagination.  He would have loved to
greet her with a fatherly hug, but did not trust his body not to respond in
an un-fatherly manner.  In fact, as he sat at the kitchen table watching
her making toast and boiling eggs for him he was getting a hard cock again,
despite jerking off in the shower.  Shit!  He had not been as randy as
this, so bloody virile since he was sixteen.....

   Perhaps she would not notice!

   But she had.  She knew the effect her body was having, had from the
first moment his eyes made that familiar trip from crotch to tits, and back
to crotch again before looking away altogether in embarrassment as his
shorts tented at the front.  She gloried in it: daddy desired her.  Beyond
all doubt, he wanted her!

   She made sure he got a good look at her bra at the table, and her long
legs and the shape of her bum when she bent to put the crocks away.  The
shorts were so tight you could almost see where her thighs ended and bottom
began.  Almost, but not quite!

   "Dad's Army repeats on the TV this morning.  Watch some with me, daddy?"

   She knew Dad's Army had been one of his favourites before his long
captivity, and guessed he would jump at the opportunity.

   He did.  And they sat side by side while she found the right channel:
Terry had nonchalantly placed the TV Times over his lap hiding, he hoped,
the shape of an erect penis.  Futile, because his daughter had been well
aware of his hard-on from the moment she let him glimpse her new satin bra.
And she was suffering the same problem: her clitty was demanding attention,
tingling, and she knew she would have to change those panties.....

   It was so good cuddling up to her daddy!  She picked up the TV Times and
pretended to check the listing.

   "It's just started, daddy.  About twenty minutes left this episode and
then another full thirty."

   She carelessly threw the magazine over the side of the sofa and snuggled
up closer, her head resting on her daddy's chest, an arm over his shoulder.

   "I love it when we can cuddle, daddy..."

   He had showered, and the perfume of his lemon shampoo mingled with the
male-scent her daddy always had, and which was an even greater turn-on for
his daughter than the strong chest, even than the mat of golden hairs she
could feel through the cotton of his poplin shirt.  He heard her sigh of
contentment, and realised that his innocent little girl had not noticed the
effect she had on his cock, perhaps did not even know about male erections.
He decided it was all right for him to feel this for Helen as long as she
was protected from any knowledge of his arousal, as long as he kept his
hands of her nubile teenage body.  After all it was not his fault, could
not be if it was impossible to control his cock's reaction.

   They had enjoyed the two Dad's Army episodes, both of them longing for
real physical love, both of them bound by those ancient biblical and modern
legal taboos.  Neither dared caress the other.  Both would retire to their
own bedrooms to jerk off, relieving the built up sexual tension in
solitary, and sad orgasms.  He, as usual felt shame and guilt, she just
frustration and longing.

   "There's two more episodes after breakfast tomorrow.  Watch them with
me, daddy."

   "Mmmmm."



   They went their separate ways, Terry to the spare bedroom where he had
set up his laptop, a bookcase full of archaeology books, and his excavation
notes and finds: he lost himself in the work of writing up the Dig,
banishing temporarily from his mind the disturbing precocious sexuality of
his daughter, she texting Nikki suggesting they went to the park and then
had a burger.

   But in the night the lusts returned, Terry's as he made love to his wife
no longer even trying to repress the images and imaginings of his daughter
as he caressed breasts, sucked pussy, and at last fucked her from behind,
his orgasm driven by thoughts of a cute teenage bottom so nearly revealed
by thin, frayed.  and so-tight shorts; Helen's by imagining that erect
cock, wondering if it had a foreskin or not, wondering if her little cunt
could accommodate such an obviously broad, long penis.  Her tablet had no
"parental controls" on it and she and Nikki sometimes looked at pictures
and videos, so male anatomy and even sex in all its variations was no
mystery.  But how she longed to see her daddy's, to caress it: and yes, she
would have sucked it and even swallowed his sperm, she was sure of that. 
Her orgasm left her physically satisfied, so she could sleep, but her
dreams were of daddy, naked, masculine and loving.....

   He had no nightmare for the first time in two years: his memories of
terror being replaced he assumed by the powerful, and very pornographic
dreams involving his daughter, naked and willingly surrendering to his
lust. Where had his mind found those images of a naked adolescent girl, the
body so genuinely it seemed that of Helen despite his never having seen her
naked?  And he had never sought out pornography of under-aged girls, so his
unconscious mind must have worked on those tight, cropped tops, that loose
blouse, the glimpse of her bra, those too-tight shorts, that mini-skirt,
and used them to create convincing dreams of a naked Helen in his arms. 
Disturbing: but better at any rate than the horrors.



   Over the next couple of days there were no flashback or nightmares and
he guessed he would not need the psychotherapy....  unless his obsession
with his daughter qualified.  But he could not imagine admitting that to
the counsellor!  And his dreams were getting better and better.  Her naked
body was taking on real physical detail in his dreams and he could remember
them with entrancing clarity after he woke.  She had rosy-pink aureoles and
nipples, unlike Rita's darker, post child-birth versions, but her pubes
were naked of any hair, smooth like his wife's.  Her bottom was smaller,
firmer, seductively smooth with a delightful little anus for him to kiss in
his dream He was jerking off at least twice a day, as well as cumming in
Rita every night.

   It was,in fact, difficult to concentrate on his archaeological work, and
impossible to start the account of his capture and imprisonment, as his
mind kept switching to his lovely daughter, wondering what she was doing at
that moment, imagining her naked and surrendering her innocence to him.  He
was beginning to get used to and accepting that he lusted after her sweet
body, and there was nothing he could do about that, but that did not make
it any easier to bear!

   The third time they watched tv together brought things to a head.  They
were both laughing at the antics of the trio of old men in Last of the
Summer Wine, another of her daddy's favourites.  She had her head resting
on his chest, her arm around his neck, his hairy thigh pressed against hers
which was near-naked in a mini skirt that had ridden up.  Despite his
laughter he had a hard cock, bulging the front of his khaki shorts.  She
grasped the free arm he had draped over her shoulder during the film, his
hand resting on the naked flesh at the neckline of her blouse.  She took
that hand and placed it over her breast, nestling her body even closer to
him.

   On auto-pilot her daddy cupped his hand over it, feeling the firmness
and warmth through the cotton and gently squeezing it.  He heard her
murmur...

   "Mmmmm," like a cat purring with pleasure he thought.

   She lifted her face from his chest and pursed her lips in clear
invitation.

   His self control snapped and he kissed her.

   The moment his lips touched hers he awoke from that sort of
pleasure-trance, let go of her breast and stood up.

   "I shouldn't have.  I'm so sorry, Helen."

   And that was that.  He was locked in his temporary study and would not
even answer when she knocked timidly at the door.

   Inside he was crucifying himself with guilt, mortified at what he had
done, feeling her breast, however willing, even proactive, the girl had
been, and then taking advantage of her innocent infatuation to steal a
kiss, a lover's kiss.



   When Rita came in from her shift at the Hospital she could sense her
daughter was upset.  It was not the girl's period so she guessed it was
boy-trouble.  After all the girl was thirteen and boy-friend jealousies and
let-downs were all part of growing up.

   Her husband seemed very subdued.  Flashbacks, she guessed, but her
surgeon colleagues has assured him the clinical psychologist who was
helping him was world-class, and it would all come right eventually.

   Dinner, however, was quiet and rather dismal, and that was the first
night Terry had not wanted her.



   He showered and had his usual morning hard-on but would not jerk off,
partly to punish himself for that illicit kiss and partly because he knew
he would just fill his mind with forbidden images of his daughter.

   Helen was sobbing at the kitchen table.  She had hidden, she thought,
her troubles from mummy, but it was just too much to bear.  She had spoiled
it all!  She should not have put his hand on her breast, offered her lips
to his.  But it had been so good....

   Now daddy was angry with her.  He had not said anything.  Just sat down.
No greeting!  No hug!

   "I'm so sorry, sweetie.  I shouldn't have."

   "I hate you, daddy!"

   Tears were rolling down her face and she stood up making to run out. 
But her daddy got between her and the door, holding her by both arms.

   "I really am sorry!  I won't do that again, promise."

   A real howl of grief now and the stuttered, stammered insistence that he
shouldn't be sorry.  It was lovely!  And now he was angry with her....

   "I'm not!  I'm not!  It's just that you're so young, and I'm you're
daddy, and it's wrong to...."

   He could not say it!

   Instead she looked up at him, held away from him by those strong hands
on her arms, imploring.  And he could not refuse her she was so distraught.
He put his arms around her, pulled her to him and they kissed, her mouth
open under his so his tongue could enter, and then her tongue in his, her
body pressed against him so he could feel the points of her breasts, his
hands on her bottom, chastely though over her skirt.  Such a lovely,
rounded, firm bottom.  She could feel his cock hard against her body.... 
not angry!  No, randy!

   They must have stood there caressing each other for minutes until their
lips were sore from the embrace.  She had stopped sobbing!

   "That's better, Helen.  Now breakfast!"



   It was Dad's Army again but neither of them was very interested in it
beyond an excuse to sit together, and this time she sat with her back to an
arm of the settee her legs draped over daddy's lap.  Deliberately she
raised one bending it so he could see up her skirt, the naked thighs, and
the white of her panties pulled up tight so her labia made revealing
parallel lines in the satin.  She knew he was looking at her pussy and not
at the screen, and knew why as she could feel the lumpiness under her legs.
Joy again!

   And as for Terry, he had decided to struggle no longer, but to go with
the flow.  The moment she had placed his hand on her breast yesterday he
knew these glimpses of lingerie and naked thighs were not just an innocent
girl's carelessness.  No, they were designed to tempt him, and very
effective at that!  All right, he was taking advantage of her youthful
crush on him, but she was manipulating him too....

   He stroked her smooth hairless shins, her trim ankles , then taking her
shoes off played with each of ten toes in turn.

   She giggled.

   "Tickles, daddy!"

   And she sat up, sat beside him, and nothing more natural than for him to
put his arm around her, cupping her breast again, squeezing it gently.

   "Mmmm.  That's nice!"

   Her head resting as usual on his chest, she let her nearest hand flop
down on his lap, exactly over his erect cock.

   He flinched.

   "I'm sorry.  I can't help it.  It's because you're so beautiful and my
cock doesn't mind who you are, even a daughter, even only thirteen as long
as you are lovely!  That's just how it is!"

   "Oh!  Daddy!  Just stop saying sorry.  It's lovely.  And in any case I'm
just the same.  And do you really think I'm sexy?"

   Just the same!  She was telling her daddy she was aroused too.  The
world upside down!  Was she sexy!

   He undid a button on her blouse, and she reciprocated by popping all the
buttons on his shirt.  He undid another, and another, and pulled the shirt
out from the waistband of her skirt so it fell open.

   "Do I think you're sexy!  By god yes!  And that's so sexy!"

   He was staring at her "special occasion" bra, white see-through nylon
with delicate lace traceries of ferns in the weave.  He could see, as in
his dreams, her aureoles about the size of a ten pence coin were pink, as
too her nipples, puffy and engorged as in his dreams too.  He cupped the
nylon in his hand as they kissed, feeling the nipple straining against his
palm.  She was grasping his penis though the cotton of his shorts and as he
gently squeezed her breast she squeezed his cock.  She squeezed, he
squeezed.  She squeezed, He squeezed.  She giggled: a lovely game.

   Her chest was smooth and silky.  Skin on skin he stroked her slender
body, then hands returned to her breasts as they kissed again, her tongue
inside his mouth, her lips open wide, matching his.

   "Let me...."

   She pulled her shirt from between them and slipped it over her shoulders
so it fell behind.  Now she pulled his shirt free of his shorts and up and
over his head before lowering her head again to his now naked chest and
licking the hair, seeking his nipple in the masses of golden curls.  She
found it and nibbled it, as tiny and as hard as a grain of wheat.

   "That's sexy too!  My sexy daddy!  Yours goes hard too, like mine,
daddy."

   She combed her tiny fingers through the curls as she sucked his breast.

   His turn, he lowered his lips to the nylon cups and sucked, nibbled her
nipple through the thin nylon.

   She sighed, a happy little sound, and as he stroked the inside of her
thigh, there where the skin was especially soft and silky, she opened her
legs ever-so-slightly more, and invitation for him to slide his hand
further up towards her crotch, towards those satin panties so briefly
glimpsed minutes before.

   It was a clear invitation....

   The side of his hand touched the gusset of her panties, and he felt
dampness against his index finger.  Damp, by God!  He pressed the side of
his hand against that moist patch and was answered by a whispered,

   "Yes!  Oh yes!"

   He ran the tip of his finger up the satin, aware that he was making a
crease in the fabric, that his finger was in fact opening the lips of her
vulva beneath those disturbing panties.  Her grip on his cock tightened,
and she lifted his face from her breast so they could kiss as he found the
nub of her clitoris and pressed it through the thin fabric.

   His tongue in her mouth now, his hand was on auto-pilot as he pressed
and rubbed that exciting little lump, feeling the panties no longer damp,
but really wet.  Her mouth opened wide, but it was her tongue that forced
past his to invade his mouth, and at that moment he felt her body tense,
her legs straighten, lifted from the floor, her hips rise and fall in an
imitation of fucking.  His daughter was having her orgasm.  He was giving
his little Helen the ultimate pleasure.

   The spasm passed, and she broke their embrace.

   "That was lovely, Daddy..."

   He was left hard-cocked still, but aware that some sort of Rubicon had
been crossed: his actions had been overtly sexual and there was no going
back from that.  And yet there was no guilt now: she had wanted it, perhaps
even more than him, and he had given it without taking.

   He kissed her again, but lightly this time, on the lips, no tongues.

   "For me, too, darling."

   'Darling!' He had called her darling, a word she had only heard him use
for her mother.  Her joy knew no bounds as she snuggled up against him
again, her cheek on his bare chest.



   Saturday morning breakfast, and for once all three around the kitchen
table: Helen had cooked up a real brunch, with kidneys and black pudding
slices as well as the usual eggs, bacon, fried bread tomatoes, mushrooms,
pork sausages, and fried potatoes left over from dinner last night.  She
had a reason for getting up early and preparing all this.
"Mummy, can I sleep over at Nikki's tonight?  We want to go and see the
new Brent McNamara film, and then go for a pizza, and Nikki's place is much

closer to town...."

   Rita looked at her husband and saw him wink, secretly with his face
turned away from his daughter.  Rita knew exactly what that meant and
smiled: sex all over the house.  With it to themselves for once they could
play all the bondage and S&M games they loved, make all the noise they
wanted.  She smiled at him.

   "Of course, Helen.  Have fun!"

   She remembered how when she was Helen's age she discovered the pleasures
two girls a-bed together could share.  Happy days!  She briefly wondered
where Ebba Lundstrom was now.  God!  That blonde Amazon had been dynamite
in bed!  And then when school was over and it was college, there had been
Felicia....  She felt her clitoris stiffen and tingle when she recalled
those girlish delights.  Only three lovers ever, she thought: Ebba,
Felicia, and now Terry.  She wondered how many of her friends and
colleagues could boast such loyalty.

   Not that she hadn't been tempted, by women as well as men!

   She looked at her daughter, so nearly a woman now, and wondered whether
she was sexually active with Nikki, who was almost as lovely as Helen. 
Sexy too.  Yes!  Her daughter was sexy, rather like Ebba so long ago, fit,
athletic.  She had not seen Helen naked for years now, not since the girl
started to shower herself unsupervised.  That teenage body with such firm
breasts, tiny waist, and cute jutting bum must be really sexy.  She would
have a pretty little pubic triangle, golden hairs like her mother's. 
Perhaps she should stop shaving Rita thought: but she suspected Terry liked
her smooth, so-naked pussy.

   Amazingly, her clitoris was really awake: could she really be lusting
after her daughter's body?  Best drop these thoughts of her teenage lesbian
affairs before she got carried away....

   "Make sure mummy has got Mrs Watson's phone number, Helen.  I think you
should give her a bell, darling, make sure it's ok with them."

   Ordinarily Helen would be slightly annoyed that they were checking up on
her, making sure it really was a girl-friend she was spending the night
with: but all she heard really was the 'darling' and was reminded daddy had
called her 'darling' the night before.  And had touched her breast.  And
had kissed her.  And pressed and rubbed her magic button till she came. 
And had a lovely erect penis while he did it.

   Whole family happy!



   It would have been nice to sit in the back row like the hetero teenage
couples, and snog while the film and the darkness concealed mutual
gropings, but they were still too shy to do any of that.  However, there
was a sexual tension in the air between the two of them, both certain that
sleeping together would lead to sex.  It was ten by the time they got home:
Nikki's daddy was already in bed, but her mummy had waited up.

   "Raid the fridge if you're hungry...  I'm for bed!  Goodnight, girls."

   "Us too.  We've had a pizza, and we're ready for bed too."



   "Let's shower in the morning..."

   "Great!  Better get some make-up off though..."

   "Lovely undies, Helen!"

   "Got them last week: need B-cups now."

   "I'm still A."

   "Nice tits though, Nikki....."

   Nikki took a step forward.

   "Are they comfy?"

   "I love the feel of them, and the panties....  lovely and silky...."

   "Let me feel."

   Her one hand cupping Helen's breast, feeling the rounded warmth, her
other arm round her friend and, yes, the panties too were silky, stretched
tight over that cute little bottom.  A momentary embrace, and then they
were kissing, their first lovers' embrace.  Helen had been aware of a
tingling anticipation in her clitty all evening, stronger as she saw her
friend near-naked, and now as Nikki's tongue searched inside her mouth, so
powerful she thought she might cum.

   Nikki now unclasping her bra, white cotton, and slipping her panties
down.  Helen had seen her naked often in the showers, but never so she
could tell the girl how lovely she was, Helen was taking off her 'special
occasion' bra and panties and looking at her friend, that slender body, the
little triangle of golden hair on her pubic mound, those beautiful tits.

   "You're lovely, Nikki, real sexy."

   "Too small.  That bra, those panties, are they the ones you got last
week ?  Fantastic."

   " Yeah, the Boutique opposite Costas.  The lady there is really nice."
She giggled.  "Didn't she love fitting the bra, making sure my tits were
not crushed, and that it was not loose?  Took her time over it, feeling and
checking.  Got me going, actually.....  Bet she was too!"

   "Got me going too.  I don't blame her...."

   "And your tits are real lovely, too.  I've got a nightie in my bag but
let's sleep in the nuddy...."

   "Oh yes!  I was going to suggest that as well."

   The two girls lay silent side-by-side, not touching.  Helen's pussy was,
she knew, wet and tingling, but it was one thing to embrace standing up,
and in your undies, but quite another to do it laying down and naked.  She
wanted to so much, but was suddenly shy.  She felt like kicking herself,
the girl who had almost seduced her daddy, who dreamed of being fucked by
him but did not know how to start with her best friend.

   Then it was easy as she felt Nikki's fingers on her breast, stroking the
roundness and tweaking the nipple.  She turned her head.  Nikki was
smiling, and her breasts, not as full as Helen's but standing erect and
proud, two little cones crowned by rosy aureoles and puffy, long nipples.
She reciprocated, her hand on Nikki's breast.

   "I've been looking forward to this for weeks, Nikki," she said, and drew
her fingers up that warm, firm flesh and rolling the nipple between finger
and thumb.

   "Me too.  And this as well..."

   Helen felt lips on her breast, licking round the aureole and then
pulling gently at her nipple.  She gave a little squeak as the pleasure was
immediately communicated to her clitoris as if joined by a hidden thread.
Nikki's hair was silky under her hands as they stroked and pressed down,
holding the girl's mouth in place.

   "No need to worry about making any noise, Helen.  There's two rooms
between mine and theirs..."

   "What makes you think there'll be noise?"

   "This."

   Nikki's mouth now on her friend's pussy, tongue parting the outer lips
and seeking the hard little nub.  She felt Helen's hips rise to meet the
caress and heard the moan of delight as she tongued in a circle around it,
and then pulled at it with pursed lips.

   Later Helen tried to remember what it had been like, this first oral
sex. She could remember squeezing Nikki's breast, and feeling Nikki's
finger slip into her vagina, but everything after that was lost in the haze
of pleasure that pointed tongue and those gentle lips gave her clitoris. 
She guessed she was noisy when she came, as Nikki told her it was a good
thing their room was remote from her mother's!

   What she could remember is what came next....

   "My turn now, Nikki!!

   Nikki's pussy was very wet and slippery, the almost hairless lips puffy
and partly open, and her clitty peeping out, very aroused.  Her pussy was
sort of neat and tidy, with that tiny triangle of fine hairs and then just
the vertical fold.  The scent of woman was strong but Helen was quite used
to the way her own smelled, and her fingers tasted after she had
masturbated.  It was exciting, and as the girl lay on her back, legs wide
open, she knelt astride her, bum facing Nikki's head, bent over and kissed
that welcoming cleft with her open mouth.  Her lips found the little pearl
of her nub and sucked, then pulled at it.  Then she pressed it with her
tongue, slid a finger into Nikki's vagina and finger fucked her while
sucking and nibbling higher up.

   She felt Nikki's hands on her bottom, stroking, caressing, kneading, and
then clenching at it as her orgasm began to build.  Helen felt the body
beneath her wriggle and writhe, hips trying to raise and scrape the cunt
across Helen's face.  Helen licked harder, finger fucking even faster, and
was rewarded by Nikki's panting whispers of joy as she came.

   Later, Nikki fast asleep beside her, Helen wondered what it would be
like to feel her daddy's rougher, stubbled chin on her inner thighs, his
mouth on her clitoris, his finger up her.  She cuddled close to her
girl-friend, pressing her breasts against Nikki's back, an arm over her to
gently hold a breast.

   She slept deep, but dreamed of her daddy....



   When Helen got home Sunday evening Rita noticed how much happier her
daughter seemed now as she bounced in and the sort of depressed slowness
which had worried her a bit had completely disappeared.  She recognised the
symptoms.  Good sex!  Probably with Nikki, but just possibly some lucky
boy....  Thank goodness the girl was on the pill: one less thing to worry
about!

   Almost certainly Nikki, she thought.  Lucky girl to have such a lovely
girl in her bed all night, and lucky Helen as Nikki was quite a beauty too.
Sensitised to sex by exciting games with Terry all day Saturday, into last
night, and again this morning, Rita looked at the girl as she sat at the
table chattering happily to her parents.  The girl was maturing well,
almost a woman now with those pretty breasts, trim waist.  Still small
hips, though.  She looked so good with her long blonde hair down to her
shoulders.  The pony-tail was sensible for school and sports, but the girl
was almost glamorous with that shining hair.

   Rita was aware that her clitoris was aroused by Helen's beauty, and
memories that awoke of her own school days, and the lovely Ebba so
Scandinavian, blonde, with her long legs, flat belly, firm tits and
voracious tongue.  She inwardly scolded herself.  Enough of this, woman:
she's your daughter for god's sake.

   Terry was suffering the same way and would not dare get up for fear of
revealing his hard-on.  He had taken viagra yesterday to get him through a
long day of total involvement sex, but that would surely have worn off by
now, and in any case their sex, with all the kinks of bondage, spanking,
whipping, Rita's strap-on, all that had made him cum four....  no five
times.  Amazing Helen could still make him hard after all that.



   Monday morning Rita was up early for work, and Helen heard her daddy in
the bathroom showering.  She half considered bursting in on him 'by
accident' as she longed to see him naked, but realised this was too obvious
and might put him off for ever.  She was being just as careful with her
daddy as he was being with his daughter.  So she let him finish before she
took her shower and dressed in a mini-skirt and cropped top: her best
lingerie would need to be washed, so it was ordinary bra and panties today.

   They breakfasted together.

   "Watch tv with me a bit, daddy?  I've recorded some Wallace & Grommit.

   "who are they?"

   God!  She was lovely, her belly so athletic and silky looking.....

   She smiled.  Just like her daddy not to know: and then she remembered
he'd been locked away for years and perhaps they were not so well known
back then.

   "If you don't know, daddy, then you're in for a treat.  I'll clear away
and join you in a bit."

   He was sitting on the settee like last time, waiting for her.

   She started the film and like last time lay with her legs over his, as
before making sure her thighs and panties could be seen by him.  And he was
looking!  And again his cock was knobbly under her legs.  And again he was
stroking her ankles and playing little games with her toes.  Her breasts
felt heavy, her clitty tingled, and she wondered if her face was flushing
she felt so hot.

   Wallace & Grommit would be for another time he thought with a smile as
he looked up his daughter's skirt.  After Friday he knew it was no accident
that she was showing him her panties.  Cotton this time, he thought,
probably the knickers she wore for school and every day.  Those satin ones
must have been special to tempt him!  Well, if so they had succeeded: his
cock twitched at the thought of her arousal yesterday, of her climax
gripping his finger with her young, muscled vagina.  His pants would be wet
now with pre-cum, he knew.  And did not care!  The cotton was close onto
her crotch, the edges of the panties really tight into the top of those
creamy, silky thighs, so slender and girlish still.  He wondered if the
knickers were too tight, would leave a red mark if he took them off.  His
cock twitched again at the thought of a red mark across her creamy botto
round her milk-white thighs.  Like the marks of his hunting crop on
Rita.... would his daughter like that as much as her mother?  Would she
want to surrender wholly to his male desires?

   Mustn't think like that, he chided himself.  He had decided to "go with
the flow" and not to take any initiatives himself, and above all not to
even contemplate real sex with his daughter, exciting as that would be.  In
fact his balls were aching for her, his cock rampant, hard and steely. 
Would she want him to masturbate her again?  He really did hope so, But
nothing more he promised himself....

   He wondered if she could feel his cock bulging under her legs.  Her legs
were smooth (did she wax them like Rita, or was it because she was only
just a teenager emerging from childhood?  Fuck!  Even her ankles were sexy,
even her toes as he played with each one in turn.

   "That's nice, daddy, but let's cuddle like last time."

   Not waiting for a reply, she sat up and pulled the cropped top up and
off.  Her daddy noticed she had no hairs yet in her arm-pits: either that
or she shaved them.  It would be good to kiss her there.....  Her arm
around his neck, her hand up under his shirt feeling the hair on his chest,
stroking, nipping his nipple just like yesterday.  She kissed him without
his making any move in that direction, and their embrace was as passionate
at Friday, all tongues and lips.  He slowly ran a hand up those silky
thighs and as she opened her legs in invitation, he cupped her cotton-clad
pussy in his hand.  It felt hotter than her thigh, and damper too!  He was
about to slip his index finger under the so-tight leg of the knickers when.

   "Let me, Daddy!"

   She pulled his t-shirt over his head, and now it was her lips on his
nipple, her fingers stroking the hairs on his chest, and down to the line
of golden curls that would eventually lead down to his genitals.  She
seemed obsessed by his golden hairs: must be symbol of the masculine, he
thought, just as her breasts are of the feminine..

   She was wearing a white cotton bra too, so no shadows of her aureoles
through the cloth today, but her nipples showed hard and erect little
points.  It looked as if the bra was, like her panties, too tight on her.
He bent his head and took one nipple gently between his teeth and pulled at
it.

   "Oh!  Yes!  The clasp is at the back, daddy.  I love that.  More!"

   He struggled with the bra thinking that Rita had always done this for
him....  and she was the only other woman whose breasts he had ever fondled
let alone kissed.

   His daughter laughed.  How like her daddy not to know how to undo a bra:
even that dolt Jenks had been able to undo it one-handed.  Her daddy really
was a very nice man, and she guessed that apart from her mummy he was not
very experienced.  Though by the sounds at night that was probably enough
for him: she would have to be really careful if she was to get what she so
badly needed from him.  Not from him, she thought.  With him.

   "Let me, daddy."

   The cups fell forward and she slipped the shoulder straps away.

   "I'm still very small, daddy."

   He understood the saying 'my heart stopped.' There was a moment of
amazement at the beauty of her breasts, so firm and rounded, so milky-white
and with their pretty little aureoles, pink and smaller than Rita's, but
her nipples long and swollen.  Then his heart was racing and he could hear
the pulse in his temples.  His cock was straining at his clothes, with a
will of its own.

   "They are perfect, my little darling, so perky and lovely.  I could eat
you, little darling"

   And indeed his mouth was on her naked breast while she stroked his hair,
pressing his face onto her right tit.  He licked, felt the firmness and
silkiness with his cheek, nibbled again at her nipple, naked now for him.
Helen had her other hand on his crotch feeling his erection through the
shorts, and as he sucked like a babe he again ran his hand up her thigh to
reach the gusset of those school knickers.

   "Make me cum again, daddy.  But let me take these off before they get
all wet and sticky.

   He watched while she unzipped the side of her mini-skirt, raised her
hips and slipped it off over her bare feet.  But she had not done.  She
raised her bum again from the settee...

   "Pull them down, daddy.  Then make me cum."

   He hesitated.  This was going too far.  Shit!  This was getting
dangerous.  Disgrace.  Shame.  Divorce.  Prison.  And he believed he knew
what happened to pedos in jail...

   And yet.  And yet.....

   She was so cute and sexy laying there, so willing.  Wrong word!  So
desperately eager, her lovely firm, athletic belly, those little-girl hip
bones, that pubic mound swelling rounded under her white panties, the
suggestion of dampness and a titillating crease at the crotch.  He had to!

   A thumb under each side he slowly drew them down.  Her lower belly was
smooth and hairless, white, and then the triangle of fine hair more golden
than her ash-blonde locks, and now the tidy tight-closed but plump
cunt-lips, hairless still.  Her clitty still hidden shyly within.  She
laughed with joy as she raised her legs for him to pull the cotton over her
ankles.  Her legs together in the air he could see her lips from
underneath, and for a second the secret rose of her anus.

   She lowered her legs, opening them for him to cup her naked pussy with
his hand: she was small enough for him to cover it completely, feeling the
warmth her excitement had generated.

   He returned to her breasts, sucking the other nipple now, and sliding
his finger into her cleft.  She held his head between her palms and pushed
it downwards, his lips tracing a line down her smooth body, and into the
pubic hair.  Further, she pushed it further south and his mouth was on her
pussy.  Without thinking, he was kissing her now-open cunt-lips.

   "Oh!  Yes, daddy!  Yes!  like that!"

   This was what she had dreamed of when Nikki had shown her for the very
first time how good oral sex could be.  This was what he had imagined,
guilty but so aroused, when he masturbated.  Yes, and when he had sucked
his wife off in this very settee only a few hours before, pretending to
himself it was the forbidden body of his daughter he was worshipping.

   He had already decided that whatever happened he would 'go with the
flow', so he might as well do it properly!

   He knelt in front of her, grasped both her thighs and put her legs over
his broad shoulders, pulling her a couple of inches closer so her open cunt
was pressed full on his face.  The scent of woman was strong and
momentarily he thought of Rita, and sucking her last night.  But this cunt
was more delicate, more streamlined without those little flaps which a
decade of oral sex with him had produced in his wife, and he half suspected
another few years with girl-friends before they met.

   He licked upwards the length of her cleft, over the entrance to her
vagina, where his tongue caught momentarily, and then on to her clitoris
producing a sigh and a whispered "Oh!  Yes!" as he pushed at it with the
tip of his tongue.  His experience of women was, he knew, very limited but
Rita liked her clit sucked and pulled so probably that would work for her
daughter.

   It did!

   As he nibbled at her clit she started to buck up and down with her hips,
fucking motions that dragged her whole cleft up and down his face , raking
it so his nose and chin rubbed as well as his mouth, tongue and lips.  His
face was bathed in the juices of her arousal, his nostrils filled with her
perfume, his mouth with the sharp flavour.

   She was panting, sometimes moaning.

   He slid a finger into her vagina.  tight!  Much smaller than Rita's. 
But then it would be.  No hymen.  Just as Rita had had no hymen.  Plenty of
ways a girl could lose that without fucking, and a good thing too, he
thought, as he started to finger fuck her in the same rhythm as her bucking
hips.

   Then her soft thighs clamped his head near-stifling him, but he
continued to finger and tongue as she had her orgasm, noisy despite the
delightful ear-muffs she had given him.

   She pulled him up onto the settee again, his head on her breast.  He was
still desperately hard, cock straining and demanding satisfaction but she
had done for the moment.  At least he was spared the shame that usually
followed his orgasms recently, even with his wife.  He did not seem able to
cum any more, either jerking off or fucking Rita, without his mind being
filled with images of his daughter and the gross acts he fantasised doing
with her.

   Later he managed to quickly jerk off in the bathroom......  pleasure
followed by guilt!



   The next day he was summoned from his bed by the smell of frying bacon
and he got up, slipping on a dressing gown to find Helen in the kitchen in
her bra and panties....

   She was just delicious with her blonde pony-tail and that lithe, slender
body, He had seen that lingerie before, and it did wonders for her lovely
little breasts and cute bottom.  Not that she needed a bra as he well knew:
her breasts were firm and rounded needing no support, but the white nylon
and lace enhanced them, adding mystery with the hint of pink aureoles under
the tracery, and those little points that declared her nipples were erect.
Her bottom was still narrow and boyish, but rounded and jutting in a
feminine and altogether suggestive way.  He was reminded of his fantasies
of fucking her from behind and was instantly stiff.  He could not take his
eyes off her, remembering her pretty pubic mound, the tight-closed lips,
and then their mysterious opening for him as he fingered and kissed
them....

   "You really shouldn't go about the house like that, Helen."

   "You don't like to see me?"

   Teasing, she knew damn well he liked to see her, as the tent at the
front of his dressing gown made obvious.

   "I like it too much...."

   "Poor daddy...."

   She wondered if he was naked under that ugly old grey dressing gown,
suspecting he was as there were never any male pyjamas in the laundry. 
Mummy wore nighties...  lovely sexy ones too and how she wished she could
have silk, satin and see-thru nylon nightdresses herself.  But daddy
probably went 'commando' to bed.  She decided today she would see him
properly for the first time.  After all he had seen her naked, so it was
only fair.

   She kissed him lightly on his unshaven cheek and in doing so pressed her
breasts against him.  Unthinking, his arms were around her, hands on the
tight satin stretched across her bottom.  They kissed, and he slipped his
tongue in her mouth.  After a moment she laughed...

   "Later, daddy.  First it's eggs and bacon.  Build you up!"

   Helen just had cocoa and a bowl of muesli, so she had finished long
before he had finished his coffee and fry-up.  She was still thinking about
that stiff cock, and wondering whether it was circumcised or not: she had
seen both in pictures on the internet when Nikki had shown her how to beat
the parental controls.  She did not mind which as both were so sexy but was
curious to know, and the prospect was making her feel horny.  Soon she
would be spoiling her knickers yet again.

   As for Terry he was finding it difficult to concentrate on eating as he
looked at his daughter sitting opposite, so animated, happy and chattering
away so inconsequentially, seemingly unaware of the effect her tits were
having on her daddy as she leaned forward on her elbows, which pushed them
forward at him, giving her a real cleavage.  Her nipples were erect and
visible through the lace: he knew what that meant.

   Knowing her daddy was feeling horny too she decided to tease him a bit.
She got up from the table, taking up a cheesecake pose her arms raised and
one leg slightly advanced.  Should have high-heels she thought, and smiled.

   "You don't approve of my undies then, daddy?"

   "I didn't say that!  I meant you should not wander about in just
lingerie, however lovely."

   "Prefer me like this then?"

   And as he watched, stupefied, almost hypnotised, she had a hand in each
side of her panties and slowly, slowly eased them down.  Belly, the
triangle of her golden fleece, the clitoral hood, the hairless cunt-lips
not quite closed, the pearl of pink clitoris just peeping out.  The panties
dropped to her ankles and she kicked them away...  they landed on the
dresser.  Her bra now: two hands behind her back, clasp undone.  then
leaning forward towards the table, towards her daddy, her hands covering
the loosened cups of her bra, holding them against her tits until with a
laugh she took her hands away, slipped the straps of her shoulder and
allowed the flimsy nylon to fall to the floor.

   No longer shy about her body, knowing with the proof of his hard cock
how her daddy lusted after it and especially her small tits (perky he had
called them!), she took up the model pose again.

   "Ta ra!"

   "God!  You're so lovely, Helen."

   "I want you to cuddle me again, daddy, but us laying down this time."

   "On the sheepskin rug, then...."

   "On my bed, daddy.  It's made."

   On the stairs behind her he reached forward to grasp that rounded bottom
in both hands and then cupped her pussy lips from behind.  She looked over
her shoulder at him, eyes sparkling, smiling' happy at his eagerness.  He
leaned down and placed a wet kiss on each of those tempting teenage
buttocks, firm under his lips.

   "On my bed, daddy."

   "I'm going to kiss you all over, darling."

   'Darling'.  He had called her darling again.  Joy!



   He wanted her lips.  His open mouth on hers he crushed her to him, his
tongue raping her open mouth.  Then hers forced its way into his and her
fingers clenched at his shoulders almost painfully.  He wanted those
perfect breasts.  He broke her embrace and slipped down the bed to mouth
them and felt her fingers clutching in his hair as she expressed her
pleasure with a sigh and a low moan.  So sexy!  He pulled at one puffy
nipple with pursed lips and sucked at it.

   "All over, daddy.  You said all over."

   She giggled.  His happy little girl.  Sometimes the persona slipped and
she was a little girl again.  So sexy!  Giggling!

   He knew what she wanted.  He licked downwards, stopping briefly to lick
around her belly button and penetrate it with his pointed tongue, but those
hands gripping his head were gently forcing it down over her belly, over
the fine hairs of her pubic mound, down to her girl-scented cunt.

   Helen had decided while she was masturbating early that morning she
would have her daddy naked and today she would make sure he had fulfilment
too.  The thought was exciting as his lips opened over her pussy, his
tongue slipping into her cleft.  She had seen the tenting in his dressing
gown, felt his penis hard against her when they embraced.  and promised
herself she would see and feel the naked flesh this very day.  At last! 
This thought was in her mind as her daddy slid a finger into her vagina and
licked her clitoris.  She moaned her pleasure, and deliberately flexed her
vaginal muscles to grip and then release that probing finger.  She found
she could do this over and over again, and wondered what it would be like
to have a cock up there and milk it.

   The pleasure was getting intense and she heard her own completely
involuntary moaning as her orgasm approached: daddy was just making
slurping noises: it must be very wet down there!  The orgasm was close, and
she shut her eyes, gripping his head and forcing it onto her pussy.  Terry
heard her "Oh yes!" and felt her whole body tense under his caressing left
hand, felt the spasm in her vagina with the index finger of his right hand,
and then, still licking, sucking, finger-fucking, a whole series of
shudders tearing through the ecstatic girl's body.

   Minutes late, passion spent, she was kissing his lips, enjoying his
probing tongue, his hands on her breast and buttocks, the scent of sex and
the taste of it on his mouth, but feeling the shape of his cock through the
dressing gown.

   "Let me see your cock, daddy."

   He hesitated.  He was getting in deeper and deeper.  But he had decided
to 'go with the flow' at least short of actual penetration.  But perhaps
his finger had already broken that resolution?  No!  No penetration with
his cock.

   He undid the belt and slipped the shabby cotton cloth over his arms and
shoulders, laying naked on it now.

   "Oooh!  That's lovely, daddy.  Better than lovely....  magnificent.  So
manly.  I want to touch it.  May I?"

   Not waiting for an answer she closed her hand round it, middle of the
shaft.  Her fingers were not long enough.  She wondered for a moment
whether he would be too big for her tight little hole when the time came,
and made a quick resolution to practise and stretch it ready.  The shaft
was warm to the touch, and as she held it she could feel it move, not quite
pulsing, more a quick upwards twitch as if it had a life of its own.  She
loosened her grip and let her fist run upwards till it was stopped by the
flaring knob.  She knew enough about cocks from peeks on the internet to
know he was circumcised, and that he was on the large side of normal.

   She ran her hand again down the cock, and cradled his balls with her
other hand.  Surprisingly heavy!

   Her daddy groaned.

   She knew that sound: she had heard it through the wall some nights when
it was not drowned out by her mother's noisy orgasms!  He liked his cock
rubbed up and down!

   It was too much for Terry: he wondered if she knew that her caress would
inevitably make him cum, wondered if it was intended by her to do just
that.

   He was about to tell her to stop when she pulled at the loose skin of
his scrotum while rubbing her fist fast up and down his cock, Too late. 
Not his fault, he thought.

   "I'm going to cum, darling....."

   She was still glowing from the joy of being his "darling" again when
that flaring red helmet spat a stream of white liquid, spraying a streak
over her right breast, up over her face and into her hair.  Jeez!  so much.
But that was not all.  The second spurt was directed over his own chest,
white blobs on his chest and onto the pillow case over his shoulder.  A
third over his belly and chest hair, white on gold.

   He was momentarily afraid.  Would this have scared his innocent little
virgin girl.  Worse still, disgusted her.

   He need not have worried.

   He watched as she spread spunk over that pretty breast, and as a drip
ran down her upper lip her little red tongue slipped out and licked at it.

   "No taste, daddy.  But feels sort of silky, slippery.  Nice!  I didn't
know there would be so much."

   "There isn't always as much, my little darling.  You get me so excited.
It's all over the sheets and pillow-case as well as on you and me.  It's in
your hair!"

   No answer, but she pressed herself against him and moved so the sticky
was spread over her body and his: they kissed and he knew there was cum on
her lips and in her mouth, and she liked it.

   She only took a minute to cum as he licked her clitty.

   They showered together for the first time, fondling and caressing with
the freedom of established lovers now, and the sheets went into the washing
machine before mother returned.

   He knew she was just teasing him, but it was delightful to watch the
naked, nubile nymph as she flitted round the kitchen preparing his
breakfast.  He could not take his eyes off those new, almost womanly
curves, that cute little rounded bottom, the shape of her thigh and
buttocks as she squatted beside the floor-level oven, her breasts so perky
in profile, What he had once considered the carelessness of an innocent
child when she had shown him her cleavage, flashed a glimpse of her pantied
crotch, was now revealed, in her total nakedness, as the delight a
nearly-grown woman takes in teasing and tempting her lover, beside the
playfulness of a pre-teen: a combination to stir any red-blooded male.  And
he rejoiced at it, cock stiffening beneath his tatty old dressing gown.

   She put the dish of scrambled eggs laced with chopped-up smoked salmon
in front of him, with pride.

   He could feel her now behind him, hidden from view, but pressing her
naked breasts against him as he sat on the stool, her hands inside his
dressing gown, caressing his chest.  She had a thing about hair, he knew,
and was forever wanting to comb her fingers through his chest and pubic
hair......

   Breakfast was soon done, and he stood up, expecting to lead her to her
bedroom as he had the day before.  But no!  She dropped to her knees,
pulled at the cord of his dressing gown, and when it fell open had one hand
around his back, on his bum, the other holding his cock as she looked at
it, studying it a mere couple of inches from her face.  A drop of pre-cum
appeared in its little slit and, with wonder, she stuck out her tongue and
lifted it off.  It had the same texture, silky, as the cum she had briefly
tasted yesterday, but was clear while yesterday it had been white, opaque.

   Her clear, blue eyes locked onto his as she lowered her head again and
he felt the warmth and wetness of her mouth on his knob.  He nearly
protested: this was the wrong side of the red line he had set himself.  It
was penetration....  But it felt so good, and now she was cradling his
balls as if weighing them and he felt the shaft of his cock slide into her
mouth.  He groaned with overwhelming pleasure.
After all it was only penetration of her mouth, and it had not been his
initiative: yet in the back of his mind he knew another of his red-lines
had been over-stepped.  And he did not care as the pleasure was too
intense, both the physical pleasure of her tongue fluttering up and down
his cock as she sucked on it and her fingers on the skin of his ball-sack,
which she was stretching and tickling.

   He heard himself groan .......

   Helen's eyes smiled at him, laughing because that was the groan she had
so often heard through her bedroom wall!  It was her turn now!  Mummy had
enjoyed him for years.  Now it was his daughter's innings!

   Her head was bobbing up and down and slid though his hands which slipped
in her fine hair as he held her.  Faster now, as she got the idea and found
some rhythm.  He realised the clever girl had a hand round the base of his
cock so the knob would not reach her throat and make her gag.  Good thing
as now he realised his hips were making involuntary shagging movements,
following the rhythm of her head.

   He looked down and could see that despite the movement her breasts kept
their shape.  Lovely teenage breasts he thought.  And with that thought he
realised he was about to cum.  The pleasure and urgency was increasing and
there was no way he could stop it now.  He attempted to pull his cock out
of her mouth, but she would have none of it, only sucking harder, head
moving faster, both hands now round his bum holding him close.  He could
see her cheeks sucked in with the suction on his shaft.

   "Fuck!  I'm gonna cum!  Yeeeees!"

   No longer surprised at the volume of sperm he could produce, and the
fact that it would spit out at least three times, his daughter was ready
for it, swallowing desperately as her mouth was filled.

   Only a drop or two escaped her lips to run down her chin.  She lifted it
with the side of her fore-finger, and, looking him direct in the eyes, her
blue eyes glittering, licked the cum from it and then very suggestively
stuck it her mouth, replacing the cock he had pulled from it.



   "I liked that, daddy!"

   "Me too!"

   "You better suck me now, daddy: I'm sopping wet, real horny."

   "Your bed...."

   The other half of the oral sex was as good as ever, if brief.  But
afterwards, as they lay side-by-side kissing and caressing in the afterglow
of good sex, he tasting his cum on her lips, she tasting her juices on his,
she whispered something she had wanted to say for weeks...

   "You're still hard, daddy.  I want you to fuck me, now.  Now."

   He was silent a long moment.  There it was, the offer!  She wanted it.
He wanted it.  But that was the last of his red lines.

   "Please.  daddy."

   He could feel her hand on his cock, rubbing it gently.  Was it only
yesterday the first time she had made him cum!  And now here they were
contemplating full-on sex.  She was too young.....

   "No, darling.  Let's shower together and then go for a walk in the park.
It's a lovely day.



   Over the next few days their oral sex sessions always ended with her
begging to be fucked, always with the same response.  The new, responsible
daddy!

   Thursday evening, dinner, Rita opened her morning mail....

   "It's a wedding invit from my sister.  Her Bridie is getting married. 
Dublin.  It'll be a great function.  You know how the Irish do things! 
We'll need some new clothes, Helen and me, and you better get a grey suit,
Terry.  And some proper shoes!"

   "Short notice for a suit...."

   "Ready made then: but your old suits are dreadful!  I've only got an
early clinic tomorrow, Helen.  You get over to the Hospital at 10-30 and
we'll go shopping.  I'll take the rest of the day off."

   "I'll come in with you, Helen.  I need to spend a few hours in the
Museum Library: should have been there more often, really."



   Driving round the Ring Road at the leisurely thirty Rita looked sideways
out of the corner of her eye.  Her daughter was becoming quite a lovely
young lady, she thought.  The girl was wearing her too-short denim skirt
and slumped back into the seat, long legs stretched into the well she
looked almost sexy!  Rita hoped she did not sit like that when Terry was
driving!  She smiled to herself and shook her head: Terry would not even
have noticed how sexy his daughter had become, his head filled with
comparisons of ceramic shards, problems of identifying and translating
ancient cuneiform dialects.  Not teenage legs.  She decided she ought to
have a word with her daughter about dress: That cropped top with the
expanse of athletic but naked silky smooth belly and almost provocatively
beautiful belly button, the way the flimsy cotton hugged her body
accentuating her nice little tits, That and the mini made her sex on legs:
surely not suitable for a twelve-year old?

   And yet.....

   She remembered when she was Helen's age, and her first love....  Ebba.
Lord, what wonderful sex they had together that last year at boarding
school, before Ebba went with her parents to California.  There had been
several other steamy lesbian love affairs before she finally left the
boarding school, but the joy of first sex, one's first lover, that is never
forgotten.

   She looked again at her daughter: breasts and legs, slender waist so
like Ebba's, athletic teenage body with scarce an ounce of fat: all firm
flesh and muscle remembered lit by torchlight under the blankets as Rita
sucked her lovely little pussy, clitoris and lips.

   She shook her head.  No, let the girl do as she wished: it was harmless
enough after all, and she probably was having sex with her sleepover
friend. What was the name?  Gone now!

   Fuck, her clit was tingling and her breasts felt heavy: having the hots
for her own daughter.  Shocking!  She laughed aloud.

   Helen had been watching her mother, so calm and measured as she drove,
not like daddy, all stops and starts, sudden accelerations, and equally
sharp braking.  She imagined her mother would be steady and calm like this
when leading open-heart surgery.....

   Her mummy still had a lovely body, the girl thought.  She wondered what
mummy had suddenly found so funny.  If only she had known!

   "What's funny, mummy?"

   "Nothing much, Helen, just a random thought.  You got a boyfriend, yet?
A special guy?"

   "The boys are all silly, vain and boasting.  No time for them at all."

   Rita smiled inwardly.  Doubtless there was sex with that girl.  Lucky
Nikki!  Rita almost envied the girl.....



   They went to the fitting room together, both stripping to their
underwear to try on dresses.  Helen was glad she had worn her "special
occasion" lingerie today, and so was her mummy when she saw the girl's
plumping breasts filling out that sexy bra, aureoles and nipples more than
shadows beneath the lacy tracery.  And those panties with a
near-transparent panel at the front almost revealing a so-pretty honey pot.
All her lovers at school had been blondes like Helen, and she now
remembered what a delight those pretty little powder puffs had been.

   Helen found herself wondering what her mummy would look like naked......
and getting excited at the thought.

   Both of them were slightly ashamed at becoming aroused, and finally
dresses were quickly chosen.

   Lingerie was fun too, though the Boutigue lady had both their
measurements and there was no need to strip and be fitted.  Mother bought a
dark blue basque with white lace trim, daughter very flimsy black nylon
bra, panties and suspender belt, with two pairs of glossy black fully
fashioned stockings.

   "No need to fit them", the lady had said.  "They'll fit.  Try them on at
home and bring the bra back if it's not exactly right: panties can't be
changed, of course, but there's on;ly three sizes so I'm sure they will be
perfect.  Perfect lingerie for a perfect young lady!"

   Shoes took longer.  Helen finished up with a pair of grey court shoes
with low heels, to go with her wild silk summer dress, and two-inch
stiletto black, patent high heels for the evening, to go with her little
black silk dress.

   "You'll need to practise walking in those, Helen: all the guys will want
you to dance......"

   There had been sexual tension in the air, the woman and the girl
stealing glances at each other as Rita drove the short distance home.  Rita
had casually announced they should try out the lingerie....  at least her
basque and Helen's brassiere and suspender belt, to make sure they fitted
perfectly before removing the tags.

   Helen instantly recognised this meant she would see her mother naked,
that fantastic body so nearly revealed in the fitting room: she had to
squeeze her legs together and hope the wetness of her aroused pussy would
not leak through her skirt onto the car seat.  She was sure her panties
were sopping wet!  Rita, of course, sounded casual but her heart was
beating at the prospect of admiring the young body of the so-nearly copy of
Ebba.....  with the prospect of re-visiting those sexual pleasures if she
dared.

   Rita undressed in the bedroom much quicker than her daughter, and Helen
stood a moment entranced at the woman's sexy figure, forgetting it was her
own mother her cunt was lusting after.  The breasts were as firm as they
had seemed under the lace of her bra, which was obviously worn only for
adornment or perhaps to protect those long, erect nipples from rubbing on
her dress.  Her aureoles looked large, light brown like the nipples, but
not so large in reality, in proportion at the tip of those big but
miraculously firm and shapely breasts.  Her mummy must have been using a
tanning lounge, Helen thought as she stood in her bra and panties, eyes
roaming from mummy's breasts to pussy and back.  Her mother had a hairless
pussy, and obviously always did, for the beautiful rounded mound of her
pussy was the same golden tan as her breasts and the rest of her body.  She
had seen in the fitting room her mother waxed her armpits but now she knew
there was no body hair at all.  Those plump cunt-lips were part open
already, and the pink pearl of her clitoris was already standing clear of
the surrounding flesh.  It looked as if her mummy was as horny as she
herself was.

   Helen would have liked to rub her pussy or at least pull the crotch of
her panties away from the cleft where it was now wedged, moistly inside,
but with mummy there she did neither, instead standing with her weight on
one leg, legs tight together.  Nervous.  And randy!

   Helen woke up and was embarrassed a second at being caught unashamedly
ogling her mummy, so she quickly unclasped her bra and removed it.  She
could see that look in her mummy's eye, and knew from the effect her body,
even dressed, had on some men, and especially (undressed!) on her daddy, on
Nikki, knew that her mummy was horny for her.  So it was slowly that she
pulled her panties down....

   Now it was Rita's turn to admire, The girl had perfect breasts, small of
course, but so sexy in their perky firmness, nipples pointing outward and
upward, pink, small but erect.  But the best was the girl's pussy, so like
her memories of Ebba with a little triangle of fine blonde hair and
cunt-lips still hairless, plump but closed.

   The girl had an almost solemn look on her face, but her mother was
smiling.  Then daughter smiled too, eyes met, and with an almost
involuntary motion they were embracing, and a second later Mother was
kissing daughter's offered lips.  Not a chaste, family kiss this, but a
full-of-passion lovers', tongues fighting for possession of mouths, and
when inside, licking round teeth and palate, till the invading tongue was
pushed away and mouth accepting the other tongue.  Helen had her arms
around her mummy, middle of her back, fingers clutching firm, smooth flesh,
Rita had her hands on her daughter's bottom, at first stroking, but now
kneading the flesh with one hand while fingers of the other sought the twin
mysteries of anus and cunt.

   Still tight together they collapsed sideways onto the bed, and now
Helen's lips could taste those nipples she had not even known as a babe,
while her mother stroked her hair and whispered lover's endearments,
praising her breasts, her hair, her slender waist, her firm little arse....
over and over again.  Now she wanted at her daughter's breasts and it was
her turn to lick and suck while Helen moaned her pleasure, lost to
everything except that mouth on her nipple, a hand on her other breast, and
fingers seeking out the warmth and wetness of her vagina.

   Her vagina!  She suddenly realised her mother was gently finger fucking
her.  So why not?  She wanted some too!  She could easily slip a hand
between them and feel for her mother's cleft, almost open for her.  Her
finger slipped in and it was wet, very wet, as wet as her own.  Jesus!

   "On the bed properly, mummy!  I'm half off."

   Their scrambling re-positioning led to Rita having her mouth on Helen's
navel, licking round and round it with the tip of her tongue.  Spicy!  The
fluffy powder puff was so close now, and she felt it with her nose, her
daughter rolling onto her back and opening her legs in invitation as her
mother's lips moved down the girl's belly and through her fine hair and
then mouth open wide so the whole of the girl's pussy was between her lips.

   The girl gasped, her hips rose, and she whispered, "Please, mummy,
please....."

   No doubt in Rita's mind now: her daughter understood oral sex, and
desperately wanted it: her suspicion that she had been experimenting with
her pretty girl-friend Nikki was sexily confirmed!  No flinch of surprise,
no hesitation, just the gleeful demand for oral sex.  Lucky Nikki!  Lucky
Mummy!

   She slipped her tongue between the lips, tasting the girl and having
memories of lesbian loves of fifteen years before flooding back: strange
how tastes and scents are so full of memories!  This was Ebba, and those
later, briefer girlish crushes, so pure, innocent, so girlish: not like the
riper, stronger taste of Felicia.

   Memories were forgotten in the pleasures of the present as she licked up
and down that exciting cleft, circling the clitoris.  pulling at it with
pursed lips, then back down again, tongue lingering at the vagina entrance,
penetrating perhaps half an inch.  The girl was moaning now, hips moving up
and down in a simulacrum of fucking, hands grasping her mother's head,
fingers slipping in her blonde hair but still managing to force face onto
crotch so that it was rubbed by forehead, nose and chin as well as those
lips and that pointed tongue.  Now a shout of joy "Cumming", grunts
signalling each spasm of the orgasm that went on and on and on as her
mother sucked harder and faster, till at last the girl quietened, hips
still again, and Rita stopped, still enclosing her daughter's pussy in an
open mouth.

   They lay together silent, Rita with her face resting on the girl's
athletic flat belly, nose tickled by her fleece, Helen absent-mindedly
stroking one of her mummy's delightful (if cosmetically enhanced) breasts.
It was Helen who spoke first....

   "That was awesome, mummy.  Now I'll do you...."

   "It was good for me, Helen, but only if you really want....."

   "I really, really.  really want.  Me on top this time..."

   Helen teased herself, licking round the belly-button, penetrating it
with the tip of her pointed tongue, circling round it, and then licking
down over the flat belly, so athletic and fit in a woman of thirty three,
she thought.  It must help mummy being a doctor and knowing how to keep her
looks!  She studied the slightly rounded pubic mound and decided she liked
it hairless, somehow pure and more enticing, especially designed for oral
sex.  She felt the silky smoothness first with her tongue and then with her
lips, kissing and kissing in little, short pecks, teasing herself and her
mummy, before her lips were on that half-open cleft.

   Mummy's cunt was a bit more complicated, fussy even, than hers or
Nikki's, the only others she really knew.  The fold of skin at the top,
nearly covering the pink, glistening clitty peeping out between the lips,
that protective fold of flesh was larger, almost like the wings of a
butterfly she thought.  And then she realised that this would be the result
of perhaps twenty years of oral sex, lips pulling at the flesh,
stretching....  Her turn now.

   She could feel mummy's hands on her skull, fingers twisting bunches of
blonde hair to grip and force the girl's head downwards to that exciting
crease.  There was a really strong scent of woman, like Nikki's, like her
own when she fingered herself at night and dreamed of daddy, Nikki..... 
and (ashamed!) of Mr Pereira.  She hesitated a moment, not reluctant, but
after all it was a big thing to be sucking your own mummy's clitty!  But
she just had to, and was rewarded by her mother's moan of pleasure as her
lips closed on the nub, pursed and pulled at it till it slipped out.  Then
she was licking and sucking as she knew was good from her very limited
experience with Nikki.

   For Rita it was a delight: she closed her eyes and it could have been
Ebba again, or Felicia so skilled at giving pleasure, always demanding to
be on top in their secret sixty nines.  She opened her eyes and there was
her daughter's cute bottom, still with something of boyishness in its
narrowness, but wholly feminine in its lovely rounded, silky buttocks.  As
the girl lay she could see the girl's pussy from behind, just the swollen,
part-open cunt-lips, naturally almost hairless.  Felicia had been hairless
and had persuaded her to wax as well.  Her daughter's powder-puff was so
pretty she wondered if she should let hers grow again: a thought.....

   She closed her eyes again, banishing all thoughts from her mind except
the pleasure those lips and tongue were giving her.  Soon now.  And then
the girl, sensing how close she was to orgasm, slipped a finger into her
mummy's vagina, timing a gentle finger-fuck with the movements of her face
up and down the open cunt.  It was the trigger and mummy started to moan,
the sound that kept her daughter awake at night, and so welcome.  The girl
sucked and fucked until she felt the woman's body relax beneath her, when
she stopped, rolled off, kissed a breast with turgid, erect nipple, and lay
with her head on mummy's chest, blonde hair spreading over tanned skin.

   "That was good, Helen.  Where did you learn to do it so well?"

   She stroked her daughter's hair, tenderness replacing lust for a while.

   "Nikki.....  Where did you learn, Mummy?"

   "Oh I had a lover at boarding school, when I was about your age.  we
taught each other."

   "Do you still see her?"

   "She left and went to California.  We write at Christmas.  That's all."

   "That's sad."

   "A bit, but not really.  There were others at school and then for a long
time a lovely African lady when I was at Medical School.  I still write to
her.  She's a surgeon, like me, but far away in South Africa....  No-one
since I met your daddy.  Not till today."

   "That's sad, too....."

   "Well, let's do it again.  I'll show you how to sixty-nine....."



   So now Helen had oral sex with her daddy every weekday a long session,
and with her mummy whenever they could safely steal a few minutes naked
together.  This went on happily for two weeks, and then both Rita and Helen
had their periods, same time.  (Rita said it was not uncommon for girls
living together both to get their periods like this).  At the end of that
week the lesbian oral sex started up again, and both parents noticed how
happy Helteenage en seemed to be nowadays, both imagining it was their own
individual efforts that were the cause!

   Neither parent had the slightest suspicion the other was enjoying their
daughter's nubile body too.

   The world moved on one Monday evening at the dinner table.

   "You never met my university room-mate Felicia Matanka did you, Terry?"

   "No, she was back in Africa by the time we met..."

   "We've kept in touch, sort of, over the years.  She's a surgeon, like
me, but cardio-vascular.  Anyway I got an email this morning: she's taking
up a job in Canada, and coming through London on the way next weekend.  She
wants us to meet, and for me to show her the sights of London, take in a
show, dinner and so on.  I haven't replied yet, but I'd like to see Felicia
again.  We were very close once, in Edinburgh."

   "Go for it, darling..."

   "She's arriving Friday afternoon and leaving again for Canada Sunday
afternoon.  I've got a clinic Friday morning but nothing slated yet for the
afternoon, so I thought I would pick her up at Heathrow, and take her back
to her hotel.  She wants me to stay a couple of nights with her so we can
take in a couple of shows...  I'm afraid she's into musicals, but it's her
treat not mine, and would you believe it, I've never been to the Tower of
London, St Paul's....  or really any of the places tourists go.  It will be
fun.  So will you be up to looking after yourselves for a couple of days?

   Two sets of eyes met, very briefly: father and daughter were both
thinking the same thing.  All night......

   "We're good at that, darling: Helen's a great little cook."

   "I'm sure we'll manage ok, mummy."

   Helen promised herself she would drop in at the shop and excuse herself
Saturday morning.  She never asked for time off, and she was sure Mr
Pereira would be ok: anyway, the shop was always quiet in August.  Mrs
Pereira said it was because half the town was on holiday in Spain!



   Friday morning, her mummy was up early, showering, and Helen showered
after her.  feeling very randy already she steeled herself to merely
soaping her pussy and breasts and not, this morning of all mornings,
indulging in her usual morning shower orgasm.  That would be her gift to
her daddy very soon....Then she made some toast and coffee for her mummy,
and kissed her goodbye at about eight o'clock.  Not a chaste kiss, this: a
real lovers' embrace, passionate with groping fingers.

   "I'm going to miss you, mummy, and especially our fun."

   "We may get a chance Sunday evening, darling..."

   She heard daddy flush the lavatory, and stuck her head round the bedroom
door.

   "Don't get up, daddy.  Have a nice lay in, and I'll bring you some
breakfast in bed..."

   A lot to do!  While the bread was toasting and the croissants warming
she sat at the kitchen table and varnished her nails....  toes and fingers.
Then a matching pastel pink lipstick, non-smudge as there was going to be a
lot of kissing and sucking.  She dressed in the kitchen....  the sexy black
bra fitted perfectly, as did the suspender belt.  She managed to get the
fine, shiny stockings on without laddering them and with the seams
straight. The suspender belt clasps were difficult, but she supposed it was
a matter of practise and she fixed the back clips satisfactorily finally.
She considered the panties, but instead brushed her pubic hair so it made a
lovely fluffy cushion.  The high heel shoes were not a problem as she had
been secretly practising and had even learned to include a sexy wiggle of
her bum as she walked in them.

   She stepped out into the hall to look at herself in the long mirror. 
Not bad, she thought.  Better than that: dead sexy.  Fuck!  she could feel
her clitty waking up as she admired her new, cover-girl, slutty persona. 
No wonder Nikki and now her mummy were hot for her.  Daddy was always hot:
she wondered if lingerie would make him even hornier, like the magazines
promised.  She guessed it would!  She turned side on: tits looked good in
the flimsy black bra.  She tweaked the nipples, already erect and very
visible through the thin nylon.  She decided she would after all show off
her new panties, the full lingerie set.  Daddy liked panties she had
noticed.  If they got a bit damp and would need washing, well so be it! 
Her legs looked real shapely in those stockings, and the heels made her
ankles sort of more feminine as well as pushing her bottom outwards nicely.
She gave a playful twang to her suspender strap and with great
purposefulness went to the bridal bedroom!

   "Coming, ready or not!"

   She pushed the door open with one foot and made her grand entrance into
the bedchamber, sexier than any French maid, a fetishist's delight in her
black lacy underwear, seamed stockings, and high, high heels.

   "Jesus!" It was a Playboy centre-fold made real.

   She giggled at her daddy's astonished face, and could not miss that hard
look in his eyes as she put the tray down on the bed and then walked, long
strides of her sexy legs, cute movement of her bum beneath that skimpy
little black thong as she drew the curtains.  She knew that look, what she
called "Shopping Mall Perv Eyes", and just knew her daddy had an erect
penis under the duvet!  Terry was astonished at the transformation: his
little girl had become a sophisticated and very very sexy little madam. 
His cock had stiffened at first glance, sprung steel.  She bent to open the
windows and he knew she was posing deliberately to show him the little
triangle of black satin shading into a narrow strip of lace which
disappeared into the crease of her buttocks.  Jeez!  She might as well be
naked, wearing those flimsies.  She turned round and stood a moment almost
silhouetted in the early morning sun and he focussed on her crotch.  From
the front her panties were a thin strand of lace, not round her waist, but
across her hips, her honey-pot, cunt and the tiny triangle of pubic fleece
both enclosed in a silly little black satin pouch, creased down the centre,
hinting at open, aroused cunt-lips beneath.  The crease of her pudenda was
there in the satin.

   She turned again to open the windows, lingering so her daddy could
admire her bottom.  (He had once told her her arse was her best feature,
the sexiest, even more than her perfect breasts.  He liked the roundness of
her buttocks, he said, and the way they jutted out....  ever-ready was his
joke!).  God!  What he would give to fuck that bottom: no, not the anus,
but that lovely young pussy, from behind, both hands feeling her buttocks,
finally beating out the rhythm of the fuck by spanking her cute arse.  Anal
sex would be a fantasy too far: but what a delightful thought!  Such a
shame she was so young, and his daughter.  Ah well!  Their oral sex was
good as well...  but.  No!  No good even thinking about fucking, let alone
the other games he and Rita played together: that was his red line.  Oral
yes, penetration, NO.  What he and Helen were enjoying together broke all
but one of the taboos between father and daughter, and he was not about to
let his lust (or hers, he acknowledged) lead him to breaking that. 
Fingers, yes!  Tongue, yes!  Penis, no!

   She turned side on, showing off her breasts in profile....  perfect,
scarcely hidden with rosy aureoles and puffy nipples visible through the
thin nylon and lace, breasts small but so sexy.  And she knew it.  She,
like a stripper he thought, smiled as she placed her hands on her tits and
drew the fingers up to those tantalising points.  But she did not unclasp
the brassiere.

   She stood perhaps a yard from the bed and slowly ran her hands down her
hips and onto her black-stockinged thighs.  There was that delightful two
inches of young flesh at the top of the stockings he so liked when Rita
wore hold-ups.  But this was even better as his daughter had put on a
suspender belt for him, and he watched as she slipped a hand under each of
the lacy suspender-belt straps, and with a giggle let them snap back onto
her near-naked thigh.  Suspender belts were for sex, he realised: Rita
found them awkward and said they spoiled the line of her dress, but would
occasionally wear one in bed for him, which both of them recognised was one
of her several unspoken invitations to kinky sex!

   It must be that French-maid lingerie that was turning his mind towards
kinky sex, he thought.

   Fuck!  His cock was so stiff it was aching for pussy!  Forbidden pussy!

   Terry stared at her crotch: the fine blonde hairs fluffed up under that
flimsy thong with one or two strays escaping from the tiny little pouch to
remind him of the delights beneath.  Her cunt-lips bare except for two
three hairs one side and three the other he had noticed earlier, each hair
at least two inches long but the only promises of a more lavish crop as she
grew older.  It was a joy to feel her fine pubic hair tickling his nose as
he licked and sucked her clitty.  Rita's always waxed bare was sexy too,
suggestive of innocent youth in contrast to less than innocent, even kinky
sometimes sex.  But his daughter's visually as well as the feel of her tiny
pubic triangle was super-sexy.  He groaned, and she giggled.

   "Come here!" His voice was gruff, had fallen an octave and was so very
sexy......

   she stood still a moment teasing him, giggling, a little girl after all,
despite the nail varnish and lipstick, the grown-up lingerie, and her
unashamedly cheese-cake pose, one long, tanned slender leg slightly
advanced in front of the other.  Her crotch was pushed forward, altogether
deliberately he was sure.  This little girl, at twelve years old, was a
real temptress, had a talent for it!

   "Breakfast first, look after the inner man.  Then you can have your way
with me, sir."

   She clambered onto the bed, cunt just about hidden by her panties, still
with her bra and keeping those killer heels.  She poured a coffee and
spread honey on a toast.  He sipped the coffee.  Some honey had dripped
onto her index fingers and she played it over his lips.  He licked it and
tasted the sweetness.  Giggling, still, a happy, innocent young girl ,
dressed as a tart and horny as hell, she stuck her index finger in the
honey pot and then into his mouth.

   He found this especially sexy.

   As he ate his toast she licked and caressed mostly his balls: she had
other plans for his cock.

   Breakfast finished she put the tray on the floor and cuddled up to her
daddy, still caressing his cock and thighs, feeling it throb and twitch
with a life of its own.  Her own cunt was weeping, her breasts feeling
full. This was the moment, and greatly daring she whispered in his ear.

   "Fuck me, daddy, please.  I want you so much.  Please, please....."

   There it was, another clear invitation and this time from the
twelve-year-old girl making herself look like a full-grown woman in her
provocative lingerie, that lipstick and nail varnish, those killer, fetish
heels.  She wanted it so badly, he knew, and he wanted it too.  But there
was his red line: he had abused her trust too much already, using those
lips for his pleasure, watching her swallow his cum, sucking her clitoris
and finger-fucking her tight little vagina till she came with all the force
of a grown woman.  But she was still just a little girl, playing grown-up
games, and, worse still, his daughter....  two taboos: twelve and his
daughter!  No, his red line must stay.  He would have to be strong, and
anyway her mouth was warm, wet, and deeply satisfying: she swallowed too:
that would have to satisfy him.  No fucking!

   "I'd love to, my sexy little darling but I've promised myself to stop at
what we enjoy now.  It would be wrong for me to put my penis in your
vagina. You're my daughter".  He deliberately used the official terms
instead of the "cock" and "cunt" they delighted in talking about,
pillow-talk.

   "Daddy!  We have gone beyond worrying about that.  Jeez!  You've already
had your cock in my mouth and filled it with your sperm how many times? 
Twenty at least.  And most times you finger fucked me as well, your fingers
up my vagina while you sucked on my clitty.  Not that I'm complaining,
daddy: it's what I look forward to every day now.  It's lovely.  But
there's not much difference in penetrating your daughter's mouth with your
cock, and her cunt with your fingers, and doing it properly with your cock
in my pussy.  You want it, I know.."
Serious in her argument, she giggled light-heartedly as she reached

between them and grasped his cock.

   "I know!  Fuck!  It's stiffer than I've ever known it, and feels bigger,
even more swollen." He felt her fingers on the knob feeling for the eye. 
"And you're leaking, too.  You want it as much as I do.  Feel this."

   She took his hand and pushed it down the waistband of her thong.  He
could feel the swollen lips, near-open, her erect clit, the slipperiness.

   "See!  Me too!"

   "But you're too young, Helen.  You're not fully grown yet, and I'm too
big for you.  I know how tight you would be as it is tight even for one
finger, let alone two.  I think I might damage you..."

   "Oh, daddy.  Really!  I'm nearly thirteen and for most of human history
I would already be married and enjoying full-on sex every night.  Anyway,
I've been practising and I know I can take your cock: most nights I use a
candle, the handle of my hair-brush, oh!  all sorts of things, and last
night I got a cucumber up all right, and that's at least as big as your
lovely cock.  So I know it's all right.  And by the way I haven't got a
hymen now: I broke that years ago vaulting in my school gymnastics lesson!
So no need to worry about hurting me!

   "I still think it would be wrong!"

   "Well someone is going to fuck me, and soon!  I'm desperate to be
fucked, and it would be lovely if it was the man I most loved in my life,
my lovely, strong, kind daddy.  If you don't do me, daddy, I'm sure sooner
or later some other man will.  I say man as I have no time for silly boys.
You've taught me to want a big, strong, confident man who really knows how
to make it good....  sort of skilled.  Like you!  But if not you someone
nice.  Mr Pereira, or someone like that.  But it should really be you
because I love you, and not just someone my naughty cunt says would be
good."

   Terry was silent a long time, mulling it over.  Any other man would be
bad, even Mr Pereira though he doubted that honest man would countenance an
under-age girl, and so very young, too.  On the other hand she was very
very sexy and he knew how persuasive the little minx could be.  Worse, it
would probably be some perverted paedophile adding her to his sad catalogue
of teenage and preteen conquests, ruining her for loving relationships as
she grew up.  What to do?  He believed her when she said she would go
looking: Helen was a strong-willed girl already at twelve and when she made
her mind up there was no stopping her.
And, after all, they were both desperate for it.  His hand was still

down her knickers, and he could feel the heat there......

   "You have just finished your period, darling.  You'll be super-fertile,
and I haven't got condoms."

   Perhaps she would not know the pills she took were in fact birth
control.

   She laughed out loud, knowing she had won the argument.  "Daddy!  I
thought you knew.  Didn't mummy tell you I'm on the pill, and have been for
a year?  I had trouble with my periods and to regularise them the doc gave
me medication....  and would you believe it, the pills are those used for
birth control too.  So there's no danger of me getting pregnant."

   He could think of no other argument.His heart leaped!

   "You are sure, darling?"

   "Pull my knickers off, daddy."

   His daughter had plucked the few errant blonde strands he had noticed
before, leaving her cunt-lips naked, plump, half-open and so kissable. 
Fuckable too, he thought, as he pulled the panties off over her incongruous
high heels.  He held them to his face.  Damp!  Cunt-scented.

   "Probably better for you to be on top first time, darling....."

   He was half propped up against a pillow while his daughter got astride
him.  She looked so slender and small against his large, hairy body.  He
thought he should have had her remove her bra: too late now.  He did not
want to interrupt her as she grasped his cock and rubbed it between her
cunt-lips, mixing the pre-cum welling from its eye with the even more
slippery juices of her arousal.  The room smelled of sex already, despite
the open windows, and that added to her father's excited anticipation.

   She had a look of fixed determination on her face, concentrating and
biting her lower lip as she rubbed his helmet up and down her cleft.  He
could feel it touch her clitty each pass, and catch a moment in what must
surely be her vaginal entrance.  He reached up two-handed and felt the warm
plumpness of her little breasts in their lacy, silky nylon nests.  So
young, so fit, so firm.  His cock twitched.

   Almost as if this was a signal she raised her bum up and shuffled
forward an inch till his cock was held vertical under her vaginal opening.
He could see clearly down there, and the disproportion was too great, his
huge flaring knob dividing her comparatively small cleft, clasped between
the puffy, pink lips.  He placed his hands under her buttocks: equally firm
and fit, and silky to the touch.  Not to worry: if she really could take a
cucumber in there she would have no problem with his cock.  His cock
twitched again with a life of its own.

   A look of even deeper concentration now, she eased herself down and
there was a feeling of warmth, wetness, and above all tightness that
suddenly reminded him of his virgin wife so many years ago.  He dismissed
the unwelcome thought and concentrated on those pink nipples, the tiny hand
with pink finger-nails holding his cock vertical as she slowly lowered
herself down on it.  He was worried for a moment as she stopped with the
shaft only half in, seemingly pulling cunt-lip flesh in with it it was so
tight, but she lifted herself half an inch, sliding the cock out a bit, and
then sank down again.

   This time the shaft went completely in, and her buttocks rested on his
palms, hands between her body and his, she was no weight.

   "It's in, daddy.  All the way.  I can just feel it touching the end of
my cunt.  It feels good.  So good."

   She started to lift her hips, and he helped taking some weight on his
hands as the shaft slid out as far as the rim of his knob, and then she
dropped down fast, her buttocks smacking into his palms.

   "Fucking!" he thought.  "Fucking, and its Helen fucking me!"

   Gradually the speed of her bouncing up and down increased, and with it a
shouted "OH!" with every fierce downward lunge, presumably each time the
very tip of his knob hit her cervix.  He would have been worried about this
but it was clear from the way she was beating on his chest that the shouts
were of pleasure and not of pain.  They got louder as she rose and fell
faster, and he took his hands out from under her buttocks to grasp her
tits. Now her buttocks were making a spanking noise each time they smacked
onto his loins.  She was cumming.  He could feel it in her vagina gripping
so tight now, in her fists as they grabbed chest hair and pulled on it, in
her tits that seemed to firm even more under his palms.  Her shrieks grew
louder and then the joyful, "Cumming, daddy!  Cumming!" and a series of
grunts, each coinciding with his cock at its deepest, touching her cervix.

   He wanted to control himself.  He could so easily have cum, but the idea
was to make this, her first, one she would remember all her life, a marker
to measure all later orgasms against, however many more mornings of love,
nights of lust she enjoyed.

   So he started to move his hips under her as she rested her full weight
on his embedded cock.  Gradually she seemed to come out of her
post-orgasmic trance and was moving as well.  This was his cue to use his
full athleticism in fucking the way he knew Rita liked and guessed most
girls would love.  It demanded great strength and agility but was worth it.
No measured ups and downs now, instead a frenzied ultra-rapid jerky
movement of his hips, driving his cock into her and near-out at least once
each second, the spanking sound again accompanied by her howls of "Oh" OH"
but these gradually merging into that moaning shriek announcing the
approach of a real big orgasm, a never-to-be-forgotten one.  Her cunt
tightened: he grabbed nipples through the nylon and tweaked them
mercilessly: she screamed she was cumming: he went even faster, her
buttocks crashing into his body: young vagina muscles grabbing at his
steely cock: then he was free to cum himself, filling her cunt with sperm:
one gusher spat out at the peak of each of three massive thrusts.  She
collapsed onto him,.  her tits pressed into him, her cute bum in the air
but still grasping his knob between her cunt lips.  His shaft twitched, as
did her vagina while they rested in the afterglow of good sex.
Because when she did roll off him there was none of the dismal guilt
that sometimes followed his oral sex with his daughter: instead there was
just a fulfilled happiness.  He loved her.  She loved him.  And the sex had
been magnificent.  No need to tell her that as it was obvious.  But he

would, all the same.

   He whispered in her ear, "That was the best ever, darling!"

   "Darling".  He had called her "darling" and not only in the heat of
love-making, now in the calmness of fulfilment, "His little darling girl,
his darling lover."

   Because he was whispering sweet nothings in her ear, telling her she was
the best ever.  And meaning it.

   "For me too, daddy.  I knew it would be good.  I mean oral is good.  But
this is quite different, so filling, all through my body.  And I feel fresh
and fit, not tired.  So happy I could sing."

   "You nearly did while we were at it, my darling."

   "Was I noisy, daddy?  I'm so sorry..."

   "You were but that was one of the best things for me, hearing you in
ecstasy, darling."

   "Oh, daddy, I love you.  Let's do it again!"

   "Yes, but you'll have to give me half an hour to recover: you've emptied
my balls with your love-making..."

   "Make me a cocoa then, daddy.  And we'll have some more after."



   Terry went to the bathroom to piss, but mainly to swallow a blue pill:
he had a small store for "special occasions" with Rita: this was one of
those times, though when he bought them he had no idea it would be his
daughter, his little girl, demanding repeat sex.

   When he was in the kitchen boiling the milk....  the stove was so
slow!...  she decided to welcome him back naked, and stripped off all the
lingerie, stockings and heels.  She was leaking cum from her cunt: she
would have to change the sheets before mummy came back!  For the moment she
needed tissues.  Bedside drawer, probably.  She pulled at the handle and it
opened easily.

   She could not believe her eyes.

   Kinky!  Kinky gear!  She picked up one of four neatly coiled red silk
ropes, and then, giggling, a pair of handcuffs.  That long chromium bar
with velcro cuffs at the end must be for wrists too, she thought.  No,
ankles!  A strap-on dildo, too thin she thought.  A dildo shaped like a
cock, a black one.  Better!  She turned the knob and it hummed, vibrating.
She turned it off quickly in case her daddy heard and knew she had been
prying.  A hunting crop , braided leather with a bone hooked handle.  A
black cat o nine tails in soft leather.  The hunting crop would sting but
the whip would just be fun, she guessed.  A whole new adult world of sex
was opening up to her: fucking was great she now knew, but her mother's
night-time moaning and grunting might have something of these wilder shores
of love behind it.

   She heard the kitchen door and shut the drawer quickly, leaning back
naked against the bed-head, long legs just a bit open, enough to show off
her pussy....  As he kicked the door with his bare foot she languidly
rested her hand on her belly, fingers pointing downwards as if she had been
pleasuring herself.  Her daddy paused just a moment before taking her
cocoa, in a mug, and putting it in her hands.

   "Too hot for a few moments!"

   So they kissed and caressed: his cock was not exactly limp but was at
best half-hard.  The viagra would not kick in for a few more minutes.  He
was not worried: it would act, and in any case this nymphet would make a
saint stiff!

   For Helen it was a chance to see if what she had once overheard in the
play-ground was true or whether it was just girl-chatter, the female
equivalent of the boys' boasting about their sexual prowess.  She reckoned
most of the boys were all mouth and no trousers as they say, but in the
case of the girls one or two genuinely were sluts and might well know.

   So she took a mouthful of still too hot cocoa, and immediately bent over
her daddy to take his whole cock into her mouth.

   He swore, but did not pull it out.  He groaned, and started to fuck her
mouth.

   In all his years, he had never thought of this and the sensation was
intense, somewhere between pleasure and pain, perhaps a mixture of both. 
She recognised his groan and registered it as pleasure.

   "Jesus!  Where did you learn that.  It's fantastic."

   "I wondered if it would work" was her non-committal reply, suggesting
but not actually claiming she had thought it up herself.  Anyway, it had
worked and that lovely big cock was upright again.  It had been good
feeling it swell and stiffen in her mouth, and she rewarded him by
swallowing another mouthful and sucking him again.

   "Fuck!  That's good!  You're really talented, you know!"

   She glowed with pride!

   "You on top of me this time, daddy: I want to feel your weight.  Big
strong man....."

   He had been worried about his weight, she looked so young, slender,
frail as she lay beneath him smiling, and he rested himself on one muscular
arm as he wiped his cock in her cleft, mixing his pre-cum with hers,
sliding it up and down over her clitoris and vaginal entrance.

   "Oh, come on daddy.  I want it....."

   He pushed the crown into her, feeling the same resistance for a moment
as he had the first time.  This time, however, his shaft slid easily up
until at the moment his knob touched her cervix his pubic bone was resting
on hers.  He realised he need not worry about his weight and her apparent
fragility as she closed her arms around his back, fingers digging into his
shoulder muscles, and he felt her splayed legs bend and then anchor
themselves across his bum.  She pulled him down on herself, tight crushed
together, her face turned side-ways against the mat of his chest hair so
she could breathe.

   And speak....

   "Oh, daddy.  That's so good.  Full!  Real full, Fuck me hard.  Oh Yes!"

   Because he was shagging with long slow, deep sweeps of his cock, knob
touching the end of her cunt each time his body smashed into hers.  He
could feel her cunt tightening on him and had to push harder.

   "Faster, daddy.  Oh!  That's good....."

   His knob was now hitting her cervix hard, and she started that chorus of
"oh,oh,oh,oh" with every thrust, the noises that had goaded him to frantic
action earlier and did so again now.  She was cumming!  His body smacked
against hers and he could feel her moving and wriggling under him, dimly
aware of her breasts crushed against him, the pain of her finger-nails
digging into his back, the feel of her thighs as they gripped, ankles
locked together.  He was supporting himself on both hands, but more to help
him fuck rapidly, rather than reducing his impact on her.

   She came, with a series of grunts, each announcing a sudden contraction
of her vagina.  The orgasm seemed to go on and on, till finally it died
away, and he reverted to those long slow thrusts.

   Her finger nails, and the balls-emptying orgasm she had given him a half
hour earlier allowed him to control his excitement.  This was going to be
really memorable for her, persuade her of the need for sex and a lot of it.

   Her arms and legs had relaxed for a few minutes, and she lay inert while
he ploughed her furrow, but gradually she came round.....  and it was clear
she wanted more as those arms clasped tighter, thighs gripped closer, and
she started to pant.  He speeded up: this time he promised himself, this
time he would cum when she did.  The chorus of shouted "ohs" started again,
and then the grunts: he felt his own orgasm building almost painfully, and
then the huge release as with the third or fourth of her grunted spasms he
spat his hot cum deep inside her, Out, and in again to spurt again.  And
again.  And again as her grunts ceased and she turned her head to lick his
sweaty chest.

   They lay speechless, both astounded at the force of their pleasure, the
strength of the all-encompassing orgasms.  Finally, his cock half-limp was
expelled by her cunt with a fart.

   She giggled, as he rolled off her to lay beside, both enjoying the calm
of successful sex.

   Silent for several minutes, Helen nearly told her daddy how good it had
been, but realised he must already know that, so she just gave him a
passionate, open mouthed kiss, and then lay back, her hand playing with the
hair on his chest and belly, twisting it and then combing with spread
fingers.  He, of course, reached for those pretty little tits and gently
squeezed, stroked, pulled at the erect nipples.

   "I need some tissues, daddy: you filled me up, and I'm leaking."

   "I'll get you some...."

   "There's some in the drawer, daddy.  I used them earlier."

   "Oh fuck!  You looked in the drawer?"

   She had not often heard her daddy swear.  Worried she hesitated...

   "I wasn't prying, daddy.  Promise!  But I did need tissues!  And anyway,
it was exciting what I found!"

   "Exciting?"

   "Yes!  Kinky!  And that's exciting.  Ropes and whips and things.  She
cuddled up to him and whispered in his ear, as if secret, "At night,
sometimes, when...  well you know when....  I imagine I'm tied up by a big,
strong, handsome man and he has his way with me.  You wouldn't believe the
things I imagine him doing to me.  You use those ropes for tying her up?"

   "Yes!"

   Should he tell her?  Why not!  She had arrived at bondage fantasies all
by herself so he was not exactly corrupting her!

   "And she ties me up sometimes...."

   "You both use those whips?  What do you do?  Tell me.  I need to know
all about sex.  All of it, daddy."

   "We use the hunting crop on the bottom.  Sometimes it's spanking and
then the crop.  It hurts but it's good for both of us.  I like to spank and
then fuck hard from behind."

   "In her bottom?  That's what they call anal isn't it?"

   "No, not in her bottom: she doesn't like it.  But she sometimes fucks me
in mine: I do like it!"

   "That's what that strap-on thing is for then?  I wondered as it's a bit
thin!  What about the black whip thing?"

   "She likes that on her breasts and pussy: it doesn't hurt however hard
you swing it.  Just tickles up a bit.  Sometimes I tie her down on her back
legs apart, and her arms handcuffed to the bed-rail and whip her, then put
the vibrator up her and fuck her in the mouth tills he cums, then in the
middle of her cum pull the vibrator out and fuck her hard and fast in her
pussy.  She loves that."

   "I bet!"

   He was silent, suddenly realising he had already said too much, Jesus!
He allowed himself to get carried away.  What would his daughter think of
him....  and her mother.  Bugger!  He was hopeless.  Fuck his daughter, and
then fill her head with perversions.  But it was so difficult to refuse her
anything, so pretty, so eager, so willing.  And she was caressing his balls
so nicely!

   "What about that chromium bar?  That's for ankles, I guessed."

   Oh well.  No going back now!

   "See that little hook in the ceiling?  There in front of the mirror. 
She handcuffs me, or I handcuff her and loop the chain over the hook so
you're stretched.  Then the spreading bar with the ankle cuffs fixed.  Then
it's whipping, caressing, teasing.  I like to have her in stockings and
high heels, but she has me naked.  We use the dildo too.  And she loves it
if I spray over her body, up to her tits...  That stuff is mostly when she
has her period and we can't fuck.  Sometimes she lays in front of me and
dildos herself teasing me as I'm strung up.  We cling-film each other too"

   "Is that when she fucks you, daddy?"

   "Yeah."

   "I want all of that, daddy.  Promise?  Next time at least spank me,
please.  Pretty please!"

   "Whatever you want, darling.  But we better shower now."

   That afternoon Helen took her daddy shopping.

   "I've got to buy some panties, daddy.  I keep getting them wet whenever
you are near me: you don't even have to touch me and I start getting wet
and needing to change them.  I'm running out.  And I know you like nice
knickers so you can help me choose them."

   "I'll buy them for you, darling...."

   "No.  You choose them, and I'll buy them.  You buy me a nice sexy
nightie I can wear at dinner time tonight and when we watch tv together."



   That afternoon at the very moment daddy and daughter were hunting
through heaps of panties piled high on an island in the cut-price clothing
store, filling their basket with those her daddy thought would look
especially good on her, her mother was standing naked in front of the
equally nude Felicia Matanka who had her hands on Rita's shoulders, holding
her at arm's length and looking her in the eye.

   "It's as if yesterday we last showered together.  You haven't changed a
bit, Rita.  Same great figure, lovely tits."

   "You, too, Felicia.  Wonderful breasts."

   "Boob job.  Surgeon's perk!"

   "Me, too.  Rest is just gym work and jogging."

   She had met her college-days lover at Heathrow and her heart leaped when
the tall, coal black woman with the incredible figure under a
power-dresser's suit came into the arrivals concourse.  She hadn't changed,
Rita decided: same confident walk, same polished bare head, same happy
smile.  So beautiful.  Yes, and still sex-on-legs.  What legs!  They had
embraced, and the hug had turned into a lovers' kiss to the interest of
some of the others in the arrivals hall!  They both knew at that moment
that their sexual pleasures were easily renewed.

   She was perhaps a couple of inches shorter than Felicia, but they still
stood looking each other full in the eyes, hands on each other's shoulders.
Rita guessed that her former lover had the same rapid heart beat, so strong
as to make her wonder if the pulse in her temples could be heard, the same
tight feeling in her chest, the same tingling in her clitoris........

   Rita made just the slightest movement towards Felicia and in that same
moment, it seemed, they were in each other's arms kissing as passionately
as they had at Heathrow, but with hands now on each others' naked bottoms,
firm tits pressed together.  And a long moment later they were laying on
the bed, head-to-toe and the long years of separation just disappeared as
moths were pressed to open cunts, Felicia on top as she nearly always had
been.



   That was a weekend of two honey-moons.

   Our two re-united lesbian lovers filled every waking moment.  That first
afternoon started with an hour of cunnilngus, multiple orgasms for both. 
Then the promised shower, with erotic, soapy caresses a-plenty.  There was
just time to dress, sexy for a night out on town, gobble down a junk-food
meal before the musical Felicia had booked.  Thank goodness, Rita thought,
it was not an old-fashioned romantic comedy opera type, but a more modern,
even counter-culture rock musical.  Then it was a couple of cocktails,
showing off their cleavage revealing, thigh length, both silky little
frocks, high heels doing justice to long, shapely legs.  Felicia had done
her homework, and it was a short cab-ride from the Park Lane hotel to the
best most "in" lesbian night club, where their style, the presence of the
haughty African beauty and Rita's devastating beauty got them past the
bouncers with absolutely no problem....  a sycophantic welcome, in fact.

   Inside the place was crowded with beautiful girls and women, many
dancing, others chatting.  Felicia was served instantly at the bar, and
both women were aware of admiring glances.

   They danced together.  Two fast, energetic numbers and it was clear to
Rita her partner had lost none of the almost acrobatic freedom she had
always showed on the dance floor....  and in bed!  Then it was a slow
piece, and they clasped each other almost stationary, caressing, pressing
body to body.  Rita was still aroused: had been in fact ever since the
airport, but more so now.

   They were together for perhaps an hour, but then Felicia said she wanted
to chat with another black girl, who looked as if she might be African
rather than West Indian.  Rita went to the bar and bought herself another
whisky.

   "She's lovely, your friend...."

   Rita turned round.  It was a petite Indian-looking girl.  She took her
in at a glance: short, slender, long, glossy black hair, lovely long face
with deep, dark eyes, to go with that silky brown skin.  She smiled, mouth
closed, and had plump, sensual lips, near-purple lipstick.  Her dress was
not revealing as it covered her shoulders and had a high neck, but the
scarlet silk clung to her body and showed she had a tiny waist, quite
slender hips, and nice breasts, small and shapely, The dress was mid-thigh
and the girl was not wearing tights, her naked legs slender and fine, that
same so-sexy light brown, smooth: trim ankles in high-heeled scarlet
sandals.  Sex-on-legs, Rita thought.  Naked, the girl would have the same
figure as Helen.  Lesbian desires now really awake, their slumber disturbed
first by her daughter, and now by Felicia, Rita realised she could fancy
this young girl!

   "And you are lovely, too....  I'm Rita."

   "I'm Sanvi."

   "Let's dance....."

   She swallowed her drink in one and put the empty on the bar, taking the
girl's tiny hand in hers and leading her to the edge of the floor where
couples, all female, were swaying to a slow blues song she did not
recognise.  It was ideal, however, for making friends, as they swayed
together and Rita took full advantage of the girl's naked back.  The dress
might cover her whole front, but her silky back was bare to the top of her
buttocks, and it was clear those firm little breasts she had guessed at
earlier had, and needed no brassiere support...

   One slow dance, two fast, and then another slow before Rita got a
conscience about Felicia.  She looked around and saw that her lover was
just leaving the floor too.

   Rita murmured something, and she bent her head to listen over the sound
of the music just starting again.

   "I said....  I really like you, Rita....  you're place or mine?"

   The girl was lovely, and was obviously a wonderful bed-companion, so
lithe and happy, so beautiful, so lesbian...  But it really was not on, not
this weekend.

   "I'd love to, Sanvi.  But that lady over there is a real old friend I've
not seen for thirteen years, and may not see again ever.  I'd love to come
with you to your place, but not tonight.  Look, let's swap telephone number
and keep in touch."

   It turned out that Sanvi was a nurse, not, sadly in Rita's hospital, and
was very impressed at Rita being a Cardiac Surgeon....

   "I saw you putting numbers in each others' phones, you naughty girl!  "

   Felicia was laughing.  But Rita wa looking at the bare-back of the
Indian girl and wishing, wishing, lusting even.  The girl was talking to an
even smaller Chinese-looking girl in a tight silk top and a tiny denim
skirt that only just covered the cutest little bum.  Jesus!  She was
bringing the girl over.

   "This is Mary.  She's a nurse too: we go everywhere together."

   And eventually that was another number in Rita's phone!

   And still a night of love, a day "doing the sights", another show, a
late meal, more sex, and a lay-in till near mid-day enjoying more lazy
caresses and kisses...  mouths, breasts and pussies.  Even anal...  Rita
was surprised she now wanted to lick her lover's secret rose, but she did.

   The Heathrow farewell was passionate, and with promises to meet again
soon: both women knew this was unlikely, but it would be too painful to
admit it.



   Meanwhile our hetero couple, father and daughter, following the
miraculously successful surrender of her virginity to his masculine lust,
following the sex-ridden shopping expedition, following a meal at home and
an hour on the sofa, playing with each others' bodies, the first of the
excursions into more experimental sex, her kneeling face buried in the
sofa, her daddy up her pussy from behind, first caressing those lovely,
small, firm buttocks, and then spanking them in the rhythm of his fucking.
Her cries of joy, demands to be spanked and fucked harder, her second and
third orgasms and then with her bum reddened, her pussy stretched wide and
leaking juices down her legs, her last mighty orgasm and her daddy's
balls-draining, body-shaking, near heart-attack intensity cum as he pumped
his jism deep in her, once, twice, thrice.

   They still had a night and half a day, some of which was spent in
traditional sucking and fucking, but some extending the girl's sexual
education into the delights of bondage, whipping games, forced oral sex,
and so on.  And her daddy too, tied to the ceiling hook, ankles spread by
the chrome bar, whipped by his daughter on his naked arse, on his stiff
cock.  Fucked in the arse by his daughter using his wife's strap-on..... 
What a honeymoon!  And thank god for viagra he thought!

   .......................................

   Mummy and daddy reunited Sunday evening, and Helen feeling very left out
in the cold as she lay in bed listening to her parents talking in the next
room.  Soon, she knew, they would be fucking or perhaps celebrating her
return from her visit (fling?) with her African friend, with some lovely
kinky sex, and all she had was her fingers and tonight her hairbrush.

   Ah well!  That would have to do: her cunt had been awake and weeping all
weekend and was still demanding, so she turned the light down, spread her
legs, rubbed her clitty with her left hand and fucked herself with the
plastic handle of the brush.  It worked.  Sort of.  Only just.  Yes, she
came, but nothing like those fantastic orgasms given her by daddy's cock,
and, she remembered, mummy's mouth.

   Soon she would be hearing mummy's moans and groans, those grunts. 
Bugger!

   But she also got to thinking.  Suppose she just went into their room and
joined them on that huge bed.  Which of them would be angry, tell her to
push off.  Not daddy, for sure.  He would not dare annoy his daughter given
what they did together, and what would happen to him if she told.  Mummy
too!  Mummy was in the same situation as daddy.  They would just have to
accept her into their love-nest!

   There was nothing to stop her.  The only decision was whether she should
go wearing her new sexy night-dress, or naked.  Naked, she decided.  They
would be naked, she guessed.

   She peeked round their door.  The bed-side lamp was dimmed, but she
could see the lovely body of her mummy laid out on the bed, legs apart,
tall tits with erect nipples, and that lovely shaven pussy.  Her daddy was
kneeling, all muscular and with his magnificent stiff cock, dildoing her
pussy with the vibrator.  She could hear its low humming noise.  He must
only just have started as her mummy lay with a smile on her face, but
silent still.  Helen paused in the doorway admiring her daddy's broad bum
and tree trunk thighs, those huge biceps unblemished by any ugly tattoos.
She fingered her pussy and found it was wet, very wet.

   The couple were so obsessed with each other that they did not see the
motionless figure in the doorway.

   Nor when she padded silently to the bed.

   But both were aware, and shocked, when she clambered on and in the same
movement took possession of her mother's body.

   Neither mummy nor daddy could find words, both horrified that their
individual guilty secrets were about to be divulged.  They were as if
hypnotised, frozen watching their daughter lay beside her mother,
head-to-toe, and place one slender thigh across Rita's face shuffling her
body till her open cunt was pressed on her mummy's mouth.  Another
adjustment and she had her own mouth on her mummy's pussy, taking the
humming vibrator from her daddy's leaden hand.

   This seemed to wake him up.  It all was astounding, but his mind leaped
to the truth that he was not the only one enjoying his daughter's sweet
pubescent body!  His wife had introduced her to lesbian love, just as he
had taught her heterosexual sex.....he wondered whether his wife yet knew
about this: not that she could complain by the look of it.  She was sucking
Helen's clit and finger-fucking the girl, while Helen was bobbing up and
down on her mummy's cunt, and shagging it with the vibrator.

   More to the point, the girl was laying so her bottom was bare, buttocks
slightly parted by the way she lay half over Rita, one leg bent so mouth
could meet cunt.  Terry was in awe of his daughter's beauty and her
precocious sexuality: also relieved at her newly revealed discretion.  She
had successfully hidden from him her obvious sexual relationship with her
mother: she could not have suddenly learned lesbian pleasures and had
managed to sleep with her daddy, (and more) without betraying her mummy.

   She could be trusted to keep their dangerous secrets....

   Her arse was so kissable!  He leaned over and kissed each rounded cheek,
and then, spreading her buttocks with both hands he revealed her hidden
secret rose, so pink and so like a little flower amid the snow of her
flesh. He kissed it, and penetrated a quarter of an inch with his pointed
tongue.  She wriggled her hips, liking it he thought.  One day!  One day he
would have her last remaining virginity he promised himself.

   But for the moment those plump, tight closed cunt-lips were equally
inviting.  He opened them with thumb and forefinger, and could see they
glistened with her arousal.  Her clit was hidden as she lay, but he could
see the slightly darker red of her vaginal opening as he wiped his hard
cock along the cleft.  His knob-head found her clitoris and she gave an
especially vigorous wriggle.  God!  He wanted her.

   He managed to lay on his side leg half over her body, just as she was
laying splayed over her mother, and at this angle he could get his knob in
her.  He rolled a bit further, and the full shaft sank into her.  He felt
the crown touch her cervix as usual.  Now he could fuck!

   He reached round and got his hand under her so he could finger her clit
as his hips drove his cock into her tight honey-pot.  As he pulled on her
slippery nub she raised her mouth from her mummy's cunt to murmur "Yes,
daddy.  Like that!"

   Rita's protest was louder!  "Don't stop....."

   So there they were, a perfect family threesome.  Mother and daughter
sucking each other, daddy shagging his daughter.

   Helen came first, her groaned, then her series of "Oh, Oh, oh, oh...."
each thrust hitting cervix, and then the grunts of her orgasm, all these
familiar reactions slightly muffled by her diligent work on her mummy's
clit and cunt-lips.  Still he fucked, the room filled smacking noises as
his belly smashed into the girl's buttocks, and then the sounds of his
wife's orgasm starting to trigger his own.  He could feel the pleasure
rising from from its seat deep in his arse, to his cock, the building of
the tension there and finally, just as a female hand, small and soft,
slipped somehow under him and pulled at the skin of his scrotum, his spunk
spat out its fury deep in his daughter's cunt.  One, twice, thrice...  and
the slower, milking the moment of pleasure, making it last.

   His cock was still twitching and oozing when Helen's pussy ejected it,
and the girl moved on the bed so all lay side-by-side, mother and father
the bread to the daughter's honeyed sandwich filling.

   He was the first to break the silence, the afterglow of good sex.

   "You're the sly one, Helen.  How long have you and Rita been lovers?"

   "Not saying, Daddy.  And not saying how long you and me have been.  Only
I'm so glad that we don't need to hide it away any more.  And sex the three
of us is really awesome."

   "She's right, Terry.  But If we are to have no secrets, this is only the
second week Helen and I have lain together: not for lack of wanting to! 
Just lack of opportunity."

   "OK, Rita.  I've got to admit we've been at it for nearly three weeks,
often...."

   "And daddy has shown me a lot of other games too, like the ones hidden
in the drawer there.  So no secrets at all now..."

   Except Nikki, Helen thought to herself, Except Felicia, the thought was
excactly echoed by her mother.

   "I want to see him fuck you, mummy.  Let's get him stiff again.  You
know how...."

   So mother and daughter knelt over him, taking turn and turn about
licking and sucking cock and balls.

   "There!  Now if you kneel, mummy, he can fuck from behind, while I lay
here and you can rest your face on my pussy, and if I'm lucky suck me off."



   Not much sleep that night, but Rita had to get up early to go to work,
and awakened by her mummy Helen showered with her.  There was plenty of
loving soaping and caressing under the needle-point shower, but no time for
real sex.

   "Tonight, darling!"

   'Darling!  Her mummy had called her darling like her daddy.  Joy!

   Helen sat with her cocoa watching her mummy eat her boiled eggs,
thinking how elegant she looked dressed for work in that distinguished dark
blue suit and dazzling white blouse under the jacket.

   "Oh!  I nearly forgot.  I bought you a present from town..."

   The pink ribboned, silver foil parcel contained.......  a strap-on
cock-shaped, black.  And a vibrating dildo.

   "Oh, mummy.  That's lovely!  Fancy me having my own...."

   "We'll try them out tonight, darling.  But I've got to rush.  Love you
and leave you: but a kiss to take with me....