Message-ID: <19596eli$9902020431@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year99/19596.txt> From: M Quayle <okieram@telepath.com> Subject: (ASSM) A "Farrell" Story (Late For Dinner) Chapter 53: What's A Daddy For? (S&M Family fun, proper education) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Reply-To: okieram@telepath.com Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <36B6C7A7.399@telepath.com> Your comments, criticisms, and evil/sexy/comical plot ideas are always welcome. Many of Kathy’s adventures are based on reader suggestions. 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Late for Dinner copyright 1998-99 by M Quayle (a pseudonym) All rights reserved Chapter 53: What’s a Daddy For? “Ding dong!” Carol popped her head in the front door. “May we come in?” “Mom!” Christi put down her fork and ran to greet her mother with a great big kiss. “Hi, everyone!” Becky ran into the dining room. “Ooh, Daddy,” the little redhead threw her arms around the big man’s neck, “you’re home.” “Daddy-Master,” Christi blushed, “this is my mom.” “Pleased to meet you, just call me Carol.” “The pleasure’s all mine,” Daddy beamed appreciatively from behind Becky’s bear hug. “Say, you look really familiar, haven’t I done you before?” “Carol’s the featured lap dancer at Farrell’s Family Diner, darling,” Mommy cooed, “you’ve done her plenty of times.” “Oh sure, now I remember, I didn’t recognize you with your clothes on.” “Most people don’t,” Carol smiled. “But, I’m sorry, I’m drawing a blank,” she apologized. “I do so many.” “I’ll bet you’ll remember this.” Mommy unzipped Daddy’s pants, reached in and proudly pulled out his majestic meat-stick. “Have a seat.” “Oh, of course,” Carol squealed in recognition as the towering cyclops slid into her tight tunnel, “how could I possible forget?” “Say,” Mommy looked around, “where’s little Kim?” “Oh, she’s watching TV at my place,” Carol explained as she continued to admire Daddy’s most memorable feature. “I’ve been talking to her quite a bit and I’ve found out some really interesting stuff I thought you ought to, ought to know.” “Like what?” “Well, for one thing, Kim’s not ‘just’ a virgin. She was raised in a convent orphanage and the sweet sisters told her being a house slave just, just, just meant you cleaned and cooked and did, did, did the laundry.” “Oh, my,” Mommy clicked her tongue, “I’m afraid that will never do, not in THIS family.” “And, when I asked her where babies came from, she said ‘angels bring them down from heaven, of course.’ In other words,” Carol howled as she rode Daddy’s manhood to a pleasurable peak, “The poor dear, dear, dear doesn’t have, have a, have A, HAVE A CLUE!” “Well, that’s what happens when you don’t have a proper education,” Mommy sniffed. “We’ve decided that Billy’s not going to get her cherry, but she’s got to be broken in. I’m not going to have a virgin underfoot.” “Let Daddy do it!” Becky cheered. “After all, she’s my slave, so I get to decide.” “Me?” Daddy moaned as he exploded inside Carol’s heavenly hole. “Oh wow, that was great, I mean, I figured you’d want to pop her yourself, pumpkin.” “No, Daddy,” Becky replied seriously, “I want you to pop her boop chute, just like you popped mine.” “Yeah, Daddy,” Kathy cackled, “what a Daddy for unless it’s to pop a little girl’s ‘boop’ chute?” “Well, I guess that settles it, then,” Daddy sighed as Carol gracefully extracted herself from his newly relaxed love organ. “When do you want this popping done?” “You know,” Mommy mused, “we’ll need to take her to the clinic to get her a birth control implant first, so why don’t you do it at Billy’s party?” “Yeah,” Becky applauded, “at the party!” “Yeah,” Kathy grinned mischievously, “that way ‘dear’ brother’ll get to see just what he’s missing.” -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | <http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/>----<http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/faq.html>