____________________________ | | /)| KRISTEN'S BOOKSHELF |(\ / )| DIRECTORIES |( \ __( (|____________________________|) )__ ((( \ \ > /_) ( \ < / / ))) (\\\ \ \_/ / \ \_/ / ///) \ / \ / \ _/ \_ / / / \ \ o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o The Bookshelf Directories offer a very wide variety of stories. o o They have been submitted by people from all over the world. Also o o from alt.sex.stories (Newsgroups). There is no particular order o o other than offering them to you in alphabetical directories. o o o o All works are copyrighted to the author and may not be used for o o profit without obtaining the author's permission in advance. o o o o Lest we forget!!! This story was produced as adult entertainment o o and should not be read by minors. o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o Nights With My Father by Carly P (carlypax13@hotmail.com) *** A young girl's education at the hands of her stepfather. (Mf, ped, inc, cons) *** I could hear him coming. The metallic click of the downstairs lights switch, the heavy purposeful tread on the wooden stairs and the faint shuffling sound of the dog, circling in her basket as she settled for the night in the hall downstairs. He came up slowly, as always, measured treads one by one. At the half landing he paused, and I heard the squeak of the half open landing window being closed. More slow footsteps, past the bathroom, past his own bedroom door, and then softer steps as he trod the carpet outside my room. My door was ajar, and although it was dark in my bedroom, I could see by the landing light the long shadow he made across my carpet. I held my breath. Was he coming in? Many nights I had lain here like this, waiting for him to come in, or to stand by the door, wrestling with his conscience before slowly walking back to his own room. I didn't know whether it was anticipation or apprehension, but my body was rigid with a powerful thrill, willing him to decide to come in. The door swung open wider, and in the yellow light from the hall, his big, dark body filled the doorway. He spoke softly. "Sweetheart, are you awake?" This was our code. Ever since my 12th birthday, he had used that opening line to see how I would react. Of course, at the beginning I thought it meant exactly what it said, but I now knew that all I had to do was to feign sleep, not answer his question, and he would breathe out slowly and sadly, close the door, and go to his own room. But most Wednesdays, when my mum was out all night on her midwife duties, he would ask that question, and I responded the way he wanted me to. Tonight I did want him to come in. "Yes dad, I'm awake." He crossed the small room quickly, I could smell the faint odour of sweet cigar smoke masked with sweet mints he always chewed. He sat on the bed gently beside me, and instinctively I moved aside to give him room. As I said, he is a big man, both in stature and personality, and always seemed to need more room than the other men in my family. "I was just..." he began, but I stopped him. "Dad, its ok, come in beside me and keep me warm." That was my code. Code for take your clothes off, get in beside me and fuck my brains out. Fuck me till I come so hard my teeth chatter. Fuck me until we are two sweating, writhing bundles of sensation and the only thing left is for you to pull out of me and let me perform my special trick, the one where I suck the hot spurting cum from your pulsing cock, while your feverish eyes drink in the sight of my innocent mouth feeding on you. And so he did, and while he began the slow ritual of tenderly caressing me, kissing me and preparing me for that lovely thing he was going to put inside me and take me to heaven with, I thought about that night in June 2 years before, when he had first changed my life. It had been a hectic day. Firstly it was my birthday - almost a teenager, and the presents I received reflected my more sophisticated tastes. No more Barbies and toy kitchens, I got make up kits, a writing set and a Nintendo wii. I was happy, almost hyper, with the prospect of my birthday party that afternoon. All my friends from school would be there, Jenny, Anna and Cassie. And I had even invited Todd; the boy I had been mooning over for the past term, although he had barely acknowledged me up until the time the invitation was dropped on his desk. He had dark eyes, even white teeth, and he was the first boy I had ever lusted after, although lust was something I had no experience of until then! The party passed in a whirl of giggles, soft drinks and meaningful glances between me and Todd, although to my disappointment, we never got to be alone, there were too many of my friends to spoil the moment, and the watchful eyes of my parents, alert to the party girl sneaking off with a boy for some private time. All too soon there were a chorus of goodbyes, lots of cleaning up and masses of wrapping paper to put in the dustbin before I could sit down and go through the presents properly. My mum was on duty that night, and at 6pm, she put on her coat, kissed my father and me and tucked in Lizzie, my 10 year old little sister, before leaving for work. The door closed behind her, and the house became quiet for the first time that day. I wasn't at all tired, still on a birthday high, so my dad, who I worshipped like a God, chatted inconsequentially to me about the party, my presents and other things, until 9pm, when he turned down the tv, which neither of us were watching, and went into the kitchen, coming back seconds later with a red, ribbon-tied box. "This is an extra present, Carly," he said quietly. "Between you and me, and no one must ever find out about it – are you absolutely clear about that?" I nodded, uncertain what kind of present I would have to keep secret from everyone. "Take it upstairs, its something to wear, and put it on, then call me to see, ok?" Again I nodded, taking the box in my hands and doing as I was told. This was heady, exciting stuff! Closing the door of my bedroom behind me, I sat on my pink duveted double bed and opened the box, tearing the ribbon in my anxiety to see what was inside. The contents were a complete and utter surprise... The box was about the size of a coffee table book, and when opened, under the thin tissue paper layer was a simply stunning set of grown up underwear. The kind I had only seen in films and magazines until then. It was a complete set; sleek black bra, tiny panties and a pair of silk hold up stockings, things I had never seen up close, let alone worn. They were obviously very expensive, very sheer and where the silk ended, there was a beautiful lace overlay, intricate and almost transparent. The bra was my size, which at that time was a modest 32a and the panties were cut away style, and seemed to consist of mostly see through lace with silk at the back. I blushed when I realised that even my sparse blonde pubic hair would be visible through them. The stockings were dark too, but seemed like gossamer, fine and sensual with black lace edging at the top. I sat for moments, turning them over in my hand. What on earth was I going to do? In the pit of my stomach a knot was forming, something was about to happen, and part of me zinged with excitement, the other half trembled with fear. It had something to do with the conspiratorial look my father had given me as I passed him on the way upstairs, he had a plan, I was part of it, and the first part was to put on this exotic outfit. I stripped off my party dress, pale blue bra and plain white knickers and stood for a moment in front of the 6' wall mirror, which was next to my bed (something that was later to play a big part in my 'education'). Naked I thought I looked sort of ok, although like all 'almost' adolescent girls, I wished my boobs were bigger (I still do!) and my hips wider in the classic hourglass shape of the women I admired in the magazines devoured once my mum had finished with them. Heat, OK and Hello were my staple diet then, and the occasional sneaked look at Cosmopolitan with its racy storylines. But I was skinnier then with narrow hips and small apple sized breasts, and my pubic area was almost bald, with just a few blonde hairs starting to appear just where my sex began. Shivering slightly, although it wasn't at all cold in the room, I picked up the lacy bra, and placed it over my small boobs. It was a perfect fit, and as I clasped the back, I puzzled how my father had bought the exact size when he hadn't ever been to a fitting with my mum and me. Because of the shape of the bra and the underwiring, the tops of my small breasts were pushed up just slightly, and I got a thrill from seeing for the first time some real cleavage! The cut away lacy knickers (although I suppose I should have called them panties, for they were far too fancy to be called something so common as knickers, were just as tight fitting, and I loved the feel of the silk at the back, snug and cool on my small rear end. The stockings were a bit trial and error, as I had never worn any before, but sitting on the bed, I pulled them on one by one, the elasticated darker band at the top keeping them up. I stood again, this time my heart was beating quickly, because it didn't look like me in the mirror at all. Who was this sexy creature in exotic underwear looking back at me? Without thought, I pulled my hair out of its Wendy band and shook it free, Dirty blond hair, my mother called it, but tonight it seemed to complete the transformation from schoolgirl to fantasy figure... I realise now that my father had me worked out completely, because just the act of putting on the lingerie made me feel years older, and in some way almost ready for what lay ahead. I took a couple of deep breaths, still nervous but innocent of what this was actually all about, and went to the bedroom door. "Daddy," I called softly. "You can come up now." As soon as I had called him, I went back into the room and stood uncertainly by the bed. What did he want to do now, and how was I supposed to behave? It seems ridiculous now that I was so naïve about sex, because that was all my friends and me seemed to talk about at school. But this was different, girl talk was mainly wishing talk, and the boastful stories of my classmates about 'going to second base' etc, were, I know now, mainly hot air. This was actual life, and the heavy tread of my stepfather on the stairs was testimony to the reality of the experience I faced. I was surprised even more when he came in, because he had obviously taken the time since I had been upstairs to change into his own towelling dressing gown. His tanned face and legs a nice contrast to the clean white of the gown. In his left hand, he had a bottle and two glasses, hanging from the other wrist on a cord was a small digital camera, and in his pocket, I could just see some sort of folded photo wallet. He grinned at me, and for a second he was just 'dad' again, but his smile was tinged with something fiercer behind the eyes. Those brown eyes crawled all over me, and for a moment, I was afraid again, but he settled me with a few words of reassurance. He wouldn't hurt me, I was his princess, and this was just a part of being newly 12. *** We sat on the quilt together, and he poured what I found out to be champagne from the big green bottle. The fizz tickled my nose, and within two or three sips, I knew I liked it. He drank too, and the atmosphere in my bedroom got more relaxed by the minute. I like champagne even now, and I'm positive he was aware that the dry, sweet taste and almost instant effect from the alcohol in the bubbles would soon go to work on my inhibitions. He was so, so right... By the time we were a third of the way down the bottle, I was way beyond self doubt, and the hot feeling in my lower stomach had spread to my cheeks, and he was giggling with me, teasing me about my 'Aunt Sally' look, as he called it. Then he got serious again, and I stifled a hiccup as he moved closer and put one big arm round my back, pulling me against him. He told me that a man had 'certain needs', and that sometimes; married couples temporarily lost the magic between them. It didn't mean that he didn't love my mum, but I was his sweet princess, and would I help him with a problem he had, which had to be top secret between us, because if anyone found out, including my mum, he would have to go away and never see my sister or me again Of course I agreed without questioning his motives. There was nothing I wouldn't have done for my Dad. Stepfather he might have been, but I had never really known my own father, so he was very much my worshipped male role model. The fact that he was handsome, tall and had a killer smile just made it easier to go along with him! His hand began to gently stroke my bare back, between the bra strap and the top of the silky knickers. I started to feel a whole lot warmer, and it wasn't the champagne any more. I could smell that mixture of old cigar smoke and mints that I have come to recognise as 'his smell' and it wasn't at all unpleasant, just vaguely stirring. He put his mouth to my ear and blew gently into it. I shivered violently then, not out of fear, but sheer prickling sensation. His hand was still softly circling my back, fingertips not exactly tickling, but slowly increasing the tactile shudders I was getting. "Will you let me take some photo's of you Princess" he breathed. How could I say no? I nodded, and at his prompting, lay back on the bed while he got the camera ready. First just a straightforward shot, him kneeling over me, then another, then another. This time my arms over my head, then "just pout those sexy lips for the camera, baby" I soon got to enjoy the attention, and happily knelt with my bum towards him, looking back as he closed in on my silk and lace clad bottom. Then in was on my back again, but this time with the bra straps down off my shoulders. Then putting my arms together so my boobs were pushed up even further than the underwiring had managed. Legs apart, I moved from side to side at his command, noticing at last that the contortions I was performing were making the bra slip further down until the tips of my nipples, which had become painfully erect, were showing clearly. I was too embarrassed to stop what Dad was asking me to do, but very conscious that he could see more and more of me. Naïve as I was, I didn't realise that this was what he was aiming at all along. It was a short step from there to taking the bra off 'as it looks uncomfortable for you like that.' Once I started to obey those sort of commands, the panties followed quickly. I knew this was wrong, but the cold champagne, the warmth of the room and my father's constant praise made a heady cocktail for a 12 year old. I found myself legs open, arms over my head as he clicked away, now kneeling again over me. I was waiting for his next command, but he stopped abruptly. Putting the camera down on the bedside table, he looked into my eyes and I noticed his dressing gown was wide open now, and I could see his brown furry chest and flat stomach, I couldn't see any further, but I remember wanting to very much indeed. I could smell that 'dad' smell' again, but now there was a stronger scent in the air. Today I am completely familiar with the aroma of an aroused male, but all I knew then was it was extremely stimulating. At 12 the theory of pheromones was a mystery, but that was certainly what was acting on my sexual instincts. He put his hands on my stomach, stroking me gently, and moved them up until they were cupping my breasts. His thumbs began a sly circular movement around my sensitive young nipples, and I gasped aloud at the sensation. Without any conscious thought, my hips began a very slow rotation, and I felt my throat tighten, as breathless as if I had run for a bus. He grinned again, and spoke quietly in my ear, "Just relax, princess, this will feel very, very nice." I did relax a little, but my stomach was churning, and a strange heat was building between my legs. This was something I had experienced in the recent past, but at nothing like this level. He continued to squeeze and manipulate me until I was just jelly, nothing I had experienced up to now had prepared me for the intensity of what I was feeling. My hips increased the tempo of their movement, and Dad slipped sideways off me, and lay down alongside me. He kissed my mouth then. Not a father like peck, but a long slow, open-mouthed kiss, which stopped me breathing for a few seconds. When his mouth left mine, I was finally lost. Anything he wanted from me now was his to take. In the back of my brain a little voice nagged "This is wrong, he's your FATHER, for Gods sake, what will your mum/sister/friends think" But the nagging of my moral conscience was a faint echo. The pounding of my blood thudded in my ears, and the insistent heat between my legs was overwhelming everything else. I only vaguely remember lifting my hips to allow him to take off the panties, and the cool air on my naked sex was nice. He didn't leave me much time to enjoy it, because straight away, his big fingers began to stroke me delicately there. My legs were wide open, bent at the knee, and he stroked, probed and circled me until I was a quivering wreck. I heard someone crying out, and realised it was me. His fingering was expert and purposeful. I suppose he wanted the first orgasm out of the way, but I was on the edge of that precipice, gasping, sweating and my hips were pumping in time with his insistent in and out movements. At last the dam broke and I cried out even louder as wave after wave of a shattering climax burst through me. Even his open mouth closing over mine did no more than muffle the sound. Post orgasm, I nestled in his strong arms. He whispered words of love in my ear, and continued to caress and stroke my trembling body. Of course, at that age I had no idea that his own body would be screaming for relief now, but his patient stroking continued until I calmed down. Only then did he ask me to take care of him. I had never even seen an adult penis then, let alone a purple hard, throbbing cock that seemed a foot long, and took both my hands to encompass. I did as I was asked, and, kneeling over him on the bed, pumped away at the hot flesh, my head a few inches away from that plum like head. Still quivering inside from my own orgasm, I was easy to persuade to return the favour. He only lasted a few seconds, and I remember a slight sense of disappointment that I hadn't had longer to feel the velvet soft skin around the rock hard shaft. I was certainly a novice at this act, but I don't think he minded at this time. His twelve-year-old daughter was on her knees jerking his cock, face inches from his leaking cockhead, and the long delayed orgasm he craved was almost on him. His face was contorted with need, and I never considered slowing, even when his hips made one sharp upward movement, and his cock fired a thick jet of hot cum across my naked chest. I stopped briefly in surprise then, but quickly resumed when he begged for me to carry on. The next long spurt coated my still hard left nipple, and I jerked my head back as the third, even longer spurt spattered against and into my open mouth. I remember the wheaty taste, warm and not entirely unpleasant. I must have looked a sight, stark naked, thick rivers of cum on my face and chest, still holding his erect cock. *** I had thought that would be the end of it, but he asked me if he could take some more pictures of me, and wouldn't even let me wipe off the mess he had made on me. I was totally unaware then that pictures like those are very popular with gentlemen with certain tastes! In fact, because I had been such a willing victim, he hadn't needed to show me the photos in his dressing gown pocket before seducing me. We lounged on the bed for half an hour afterwards, both in a warm post orgasmic haze. I felt that if Daddy was doing all this, it must be ok, and anyway, how could it be wrong if it felt so good? We did look at the photos later, and I was shocked, not because the images were too different to what I had just experienced, but because there were so many different girls doing IT. Girls of 12 or 13, some even younger than that with mouths filled to bursting with hard, erect men's cocks. A very pretty girl of about 10 Dad called 'Vicky' was in pictures that looked like still captures from a video, and was quite happily sucking and licking a very big penis (probably her father too?) in frame after frame. There was even one of her with a thick trickle of cum dripping from her open mouth, and she didn't look as if she was unfamiliar or unhappy with it. My favourite though, was of a slim, lightly tanned girl of maybe 13 astride a man whose face was obscured by her naked body. He was lying on his back, legs towards the camera. She was leaning back on her hands, small apple sized breasts bared, legs parted, revealing most of his big cock half way up her. Her face was flushed with closed eyes and an enigmatic half smile. Her light brown hair cascaded right down her shoulders and back almost to her waist. She looked to me as if she had done this many times, and was clearly enjoying it. She was in another couple of pictures, not so well defined. In the one with her back to camera, I was shocked to see he had a finger inside her bum, as well as the same big cock up inside her. The other, smaller and less distinct picture showed her kneeling over the guy, just lowering herself onto him. I felt a stirring down there again, and looked to see if my stepfathers cock was lengthening. But if I thought I was about to emulate the girl in the picture, I was mistaken. He yawned hugely and then grinned at me. "Not tonight princess. Your mum will be home in an hour or so, and you need some sleep." He collected the scattered underclothes and folding them neatly, put the photos inside the bundle. As he left the room, he turned and spoke. "This will go in our secret place, for the next time your mum has a late shift" "That is, if you want to..." His brown eyes twinkled. I grinned back at him as winningly as I could. "Oh yes daddy." Episode 2 The shed The next week went very slowly, and I tried hard not to alert either my mum, or my highly curious little sister about the change in the relationship I now enjoyed with my dad. It was very hard because everything had changed. I knew somewhere in the house, or close to it, were a lot of photos of me in sexy underwear posing for him, and they were probably nestling amongst other, much more explicit pictures. It didn't take as genius to work out where this was all going, and my natural caution at this turn of events was fighting with huge curiosity about the whole experience. I found myself wishing I could talk to the young girl in the picture that still burned hot in my imagination, to see if she had the same mixture of doubts and mounting excitement I had. My Dad was the model of a normal parent afterwards, and he showed absolutely no sign of what had gone on, either to my mum and sister, or even to me. The merest hint of a conspiratorial look from me was met with either a blank stare or a remark unconnected with our shared experience of the other night. We didn't spend any time alone together until the Monday after that Wednesday night. Lizzie had been allowed to stay over with her best friend, and mum got called out to an emergency delivery, so we were on our own in the living room just after dinnertime. The news was on the TV, and when he turned the volume down, I got that tingle again at the pit of my stomach. He sat beside me on the big couch, and took my hand. "Sorry I have been so distant princess" he said softly "But you understand we have to be so very careful don't you?" I nodded quickly "But we are ok, aren't we?" He looked into my eyes and I melted as usual "Yes daddy, of course we are" He smiled again, and my heart swelled as he hugged me close. He kissed my ear and blew into it again, and I felt the space between my legs glow as it had that night. "We can't do it properly tonight" he said regretfully "But Wednesday, your mum is on nights, so we will have all night" My disappointment at not being seduced again was sharp, but the promise of a whole night of lust cheered me up quickly "But, if you like, I can show you some things which will make you feel good again" he said. My ears pricked up at that, and I wondered what he had in store. At the bottom of the garden, which is about 200 feet long we have a big wooden shed. Although that makes it sound quite crude, the shed is my Dads refuge from the three females he shares a house with. Because of that, it's pretty much off limits to anyone else. He has converted it into a study/computer room and I had only twice seen inside it, and then only for a minute or so, while he showed off his new computer, with its 24" screen. "We can go to my study, and I will show you what other girls like you do with their daddies" he smiled again, and I willingly stood and followed him down the paved path, across the damp lawn and waited while he took off the two padlocks, and put the key in the cylinder lock above. I recognised everything in there. The wide bench with his bits of computers and parts scattered over it. In the other corner, a custom built desk, with a diagonal flat surface making it a double workstation, with the 24" Apple Mac cold and silent on it. A hum from the other pc, he called a 'server' under the bench was the only sound. On the top shelf a flat, book sized unit flashed red and blue lights into the room. I think he called that firewall or something. Once the soft light from the desk lamp was switched on, the room had a cosy, yellow tinge to it. His large leather office chair stood swivelled towards us on its heavy base, and as he turned on the Mac, and the screen came to life, the study became a little brighter and cheery log on music echoed softly in the wooden room. Once the door was closed and bolted, and the curtain pulled across the small barred window, the shed became like just another room in our house. He sat me on the small stuffed leather sofa while he unlocked a cupboard and logged on. All at once, I could see the screen change to a file directory, and he keyed in a password twice and a lot of blue folders appeared across the big screen. They were labelled with girls names 'Vicky' 'Dee and Desi' 'Vanessa' etc. Some of the ones at the bottom had other names '12 yrs full' '11 and 13 bro/sis', 11 yr Masturbates and some with foreign titles I didn't understand. He had me sit on his knee, and began to open the folders one by one. I saw Vicky again, but this time not in still photography. A video showed her sucking happily at a mans cock as he stood above her. My tummy tingled more as I saw her take the full ejaculation of his penis into her open mouth when he came. She looked so sweet and innocent, but even at that age, I knew the experienced way she fellated that guy was a sign that she had been doing it for some time. 'Dee and Desi' showed two girls (sisters?) who performed with each other and a man and young boy. The older girl was very cute and the scene where she masturbated her younger sister, whilst French kissing her made me wriggle on Dad's lap quite a bit. I could feel something hard and excited swell under my bottom. When he had got me nice and hot, which was obviously his intent all along. I felt his hand slide up my thigh and, when I parted them obediently at his pressure, slipped an enquiring finger inside my hot, wet pussy. He knew me all too well by now, so whilst he kept up the sly fingering, he slid his hard cock out of his cargo trouser fly and I needed no encouragement to place my hand around it and begin to pump inexpertly. I don't think either of us would have lasted long like that, but I guess he had an urgent agenda, so ignoring a despairing protest from me, we released each others private parts so that he could do something else on the computer. I noticed a red webcam light start winking at the top of the monitor, as the Mac's inbuilt camera went on. Suddenly I could see in the top corner of the screen a 2" square image of me on dad's lap, legs open, knickers pulled to one side and his huge cock swaying beside my hip as he carried on doing something with the mouse and keyboard. My cheeks flushed as I stared at the image intently. This was me, Carly, newly 12 and already debauched, sitting on my father's lap, being fingered to an (hopefully quick) orgasm, whilst the memory of his cock filled my palm. I was breathless again, and could feel my heart begin to thud faster. The browser burst into life with a plain pale blue web page. More keyboard tapping, passwords, then a silent black screen made me think it had crashed, but seconds later; a red border surrounded a flashing title line came up. 'Dads 4 daughters' it said, in glowing golden script, underneath it a detailed hand drawing of a fully clothed schoolgirl impaled on an improbably large, anonymous cock. She was smiling like the Mona Lisa Another series of clicks, and there were about 6 separate 2" squares containing a live monitor image of different men around the screen, some were alone, some were with girls my age, and some with children even younger. The images were live, because under each of them, a text box started to show lines of text, and you could see the men typing as the words flowed. My own dad began to do the same. "Hello guys" he wrote, "This is Carly, she is just 12, and she has just started to play." They all answered with variations on, "Hi there Carly." Some asked what games I liked to play, and my Dad typed back. "She is a beginner, so give her some room. Tonight she and I will just be watching." I remember feeling relief at Dads words, especially when I saw the replies, some of which were very graphic in their descriptions of what they wanted to do to me. "Sorry guys" Dad typed again "Just being a voyeur tonight, but feel free to show my princess what your girls like to do" There was a black guy of about my dad's age in the top left square, and he had a girl standing beside him who looked as if she was Chinese or Japanese. Either way, she was about my age, olive skinned and had a sweet smile, which remained on her face even when her 'father' was stripping her skimpy sailor outfit from her slim body. Naked she looked even younger, with tiny bumps for breasts, and a completely naked puffy pussy mound with a pronounced indent over the slit where her love bump would be. When my Dad clicked again on the small image, it completely filled the 24" screen with a surprisingly high quality picture. I was used to the grainy image produced by the webcam in school, but he explained that some of the guys used almost professional quality equipment to get the best pictures. Once we could see more clearly, Dad sat me down where I had been, slipping his hand back under my skirt and inside my knickers. I was still wet from his previous fingering, so it didn't take much to build the pleasure up again. His cock was also back in my hand and I enjoyed the sighs and moans my inexperienced hands produced from him as I stroked. The guy on the webcam had his own daughter on his lap, and was emulating us, fingering her small pussy slowly, whilst her hand was hidden behind her, but the movements of her arm were unmistakeable. She was stroking a cock, just like me. However, as she began to breathe heavier, and the small bumps on her chest began to rise and fall as she got excited, I got a shock when she leaned to one side, revealing the size of the thing she was playing with. I thought my Dad was big, but my God, this was enormous! About a foot long, black as night, with a purple glistening head being revealed every time she was on the down stroke. I goggled at the sheer size of that thing. She was letting out quiet moans of her own and the big black fingers inside her slid smoothly and wetly in and out. I realised she could probably hear my own breathless sighs. The next move made me start in excited surprise. He whispered in her ear, and she slid down from his lap. He turned his chair sideways, and the camera jiggled as he adjusted the view. Kneeling between his legs, she looked even younger and tinier and began to lick and stroke his cock anew. This time it was obvious to me that she was going to do a 'Vicky' and suck this mans cock to orgasm. Well I was half right. Suck him she did. Pink wet lips stretched wide over the huge organ, she tickled his heavy balls with her small fingers and pumped him with her left hand. I thought we were going to see him spurt in her mouth, and with the seal her small mouth was making around his hardness, I was expecting to see the white stuff come spurting out of her nose, with nowhere else to go, but I was to be disappointed. He was obviously close, because his hissed instruction to stop was almost agonised in its intensity. She reluctantly let the thing come out of her mouth with an audible plop. It swayed menacingly, quivering and so hard the veins on the side looked like it had been carved from solid wood. In one move he scooped her up, swung the chair back to face us, and lifted her up, legs open above his waist. She giggled daintily as he started to lower her determinedly onto the huge shaft. She kept smiling as she helped him get this impossibly massive thing into that tiny hole. Inch by inch, with her fingers spreading herself open, he pushed and pumped, until he disappeared inside. Her head lolled back and I heard her groan deeply as at last she settled on his lap. The massive cock was completely buried inside her. What followed was a combination of the images I had loved from last week. She wasn't as old as the girl I had seen sitting on a cock in the pictures Dad had shown me, but she showed equal, and excited pleasure at the deep penetration. In and out he went, up and down she bobbed, with his hands cupping her small buttocks as she fucked down on him. My dad's cock was pulsing faster now, and I hardly noticed what his fingers were doing to me. My heart was beating so fast; I thought I might pass out with pleasure. I was so happy when the couple on screen screamed out in mutual climax. She shuddered and shook, her flat belly rippling as internal muscles clasped and spasmed around the huge invader. Pulling her free, with clear strings of fluid joining their bodies from her excited sex, he swung her around until her mouth was over the pulsing head of his cock. She obviously needed no tuition, and immediately covered the bulbous head with her lips. I could almost feel the shock of the spurts as they hit the back of her mouth. Her eyelids fluttered at each jet of cum, but her sucking never slowed, and not a drop left her mouth. When he had finished, she looked up at him in sly delight, and I saw her throat move twice as she swallowed the whole load. I could hear applause and whistles, as the others watching showed their approval of the performance, but right now, I was in dire need of satisfaction myself. Dad's fingers were a blur now, rubbing me towards a shattering, jerking climax, which made me bounce in his lap like a rag doll. Once I had finished my cum, I knew he was in the same position as I had been, super excited and needing release. I didn't give myself time to have second thoughts. I had just seen that Asian girl give her father complete satisfaction, and I wanted to be Daddy's perfect princess tonight. He groaned as if he was in agony when I slipped down between his legs, but his eyes were hot on mine as he watched my mouth slip for the first time over a distended cock. It wasn't unpleasant, just very big and very hard. The fluid that was leaking from him was clear and almost tasteless, and I sucked hard, wanting him to get off quickly. My wish was soon granted. With a last loud groan, he bucked up, ramming another inch of hot cock into my mouth. Another fraction and I would have choked, but as I had his shaft in my fist, it stopped just short of that. The first spurt of semen filled my mouth completely. I remember feeling surprised, because I had thought from the pictures that I would feel it hit the back of my throat, but no, just a mouth full of warm slightly salty liquid. I just had time to swallow when the next jet filled my mouth again. Unlike the young exhibitionist who had just demonstrated the first live blowjob I had seen, I was not yet so confident. The second swallow was quite enough for one night. I let the hard cock spring from my lips and the third spurt flailed across my face, luckily missing my eyes (I have since found out how much that burns!), but coating my cheek and nose with hot fluid. The fourth was less strong and hit my chin and neck. Further dribbles flowed across my knuckles as I continued to pump him to the end. Again, I heard faint cheers and applause, and realised with hot shame (I had some left then!) that at least some of the watchers had seen me in full glowing colour detail sucking off my Dad for the first time. It took a cold water soaking, but the front of my Snoopy t shirt was finally rid of the incriminating, (and probably to my mum), obvious semen stains, and by the time she got back from the birth of yet another baby, I was tucked up in bed asleep, and my Dad was on the sofa with a book. What a night that was, but it was to prove the first of many... Episode 3: Sister cums too? --------------------------- So, I hear you say, was that it, or does the title of this chapter signify more depravity. Well of course, you don't think he, or me for that matter stopped there do you? A full year went past. I got taller, my boobs got bigger, but not much and my longed for grown up hips widened, I got a little hair between my legs (which was promptly shaved off, and then waxed to keep it smooth -Daddy prefers it that way) and I spent the next 50 or so Wednesdays, give or take the odd early shift for mum, naked and humping under my dad. He fucked me on the third Wednesday; I remember it vividly because we were in a chat room with a couple of other Dad and daughter pairings. The other dads were respectively fucking and buggering their daughters. I recall the girl who was being anally penetrated had a strange distant look in her eyes, unlike the other girl, who was road testing her impressive vocabulary on her father. "Fuck me harder you bastard" was one of the milder epithets being thrown at him as he pumped her from above. Daddy said the girl being buggered had probably been given a mild sedative to dull the pain. I don't think I was ever an enthusiast for this particular form of fucking, and I am not now, although we did try it a few times when I got braver. Anyway, the full fucking was actually very nice, mainly because Dad separated the defloration from the physical act. One Monday night, in the shed/love shack, he carefully inserted a fairly realistic, if smaller than life sized dildo in me, and after making sure I was well lubricated with a few tender and quite pleasurable strokes, braced me against his waist, and with one quick deeper thrust, broke my maidenhead. I wept a little; we mopped up the small amount of blood that leaked from me, and two paracetemol and a glass of red wine put me to sleep without any significant pain. We gave the following Wednesday a miss, as I was still feeling a little sore, but the next week we more than made up for it. Dad bought champagne again, knowing how it collapsed my already feeble inhibitions, and, exercising his amazing talent for cunnilingus (another story, but if I thought his fingering was a major turn on, he completely blew my mind, pun not intended, with his skilful tongue), he got me to such a pitch, that when his cock went into me, all I could think of was "Oh god, deeper, fuck me deeper!" So he did just that, hard, punishing almost, but wonderful. I had only known my fingers, Dads fingers and recently, his tongue so this thick, throbbing tube of flesh, pistoning in and out of me was out of this world. He knew what and when to do everything. He took his weight on his elbows, knees holding my thighs wide apart, and kissed my face and neck with butterfly kisses. I was in a world of my own, pure sensation below my waist, hard nipples brushing against his chest when he changed the angle and really began to fuck me. At the end I had my legs up around his waist and he was practically spearing me to the bed. I heard a disembodied voice going "huh, huh, huh" and realised it was me, reduced to animal noises at what was being done to me. I came just before he did, and the clutching of my internal muscles on his straining cock obviously did the trick. He gave out one long groan, and buried himself inside me as deeply as he could. I felt the jets of sperm splash inside me, as powerful as anything I had ever felt. For the first time, I felt my father tremble in weakness, as he panted, crouched over me. I guess he had totally wasted himself emptying his balls into me. (I know you must be wondering about pregnancy etc, but my dad's vasectomy took care of any unwanted little tadpoles...) Once introduced to full on fucking, of course anything short of that was somehow unsatisfactory for both of us. We did risk the occasional blowjob or fingering in the shed when I was 'helping him with his computer' but discovery was too painful to contemplate for either of us. Prison for him, and fostering for me we used to joke, not really humorously. I knew what he was risking, doing this with me, and although the needs of my adolescent body were great, once it was awoken, I knew we had to be very careful. It turned out we hadn't been careful enough, but luckily it was Lizzie and not mum who found us out. I had been teasing him a little that evening, and I grinned at his discomfort, trying to hide his erection from my little sister's curious eyes. She and I were watching a movie; 'Wild Things' I think it was called. I don't think my mum would have allowed us to see it, but it was a pirate copy my dad had got from a guy at work, and the title wasn't much of a give away for the threesomes and girl/girl sex in the film, I started to get hot when the two girls kissed (a year before, I had witnessed two girls from my class snogging in an open cubicle in the girls' loo, and although outwardly very disgusted, admitted to myself later that it wasn't an entirely unpleasant spectacle. (Grin) Anyway, knowing he was behind us as we lay on our stomachs, pyjamas on watching the TV from the floor, I decided to give him a treat. Moving slowly, so as not to alert my sister what was going on, I pushed my hand between my legs and started to slowly massage my pussy. I knew that he would have a bird's eye view of my parted legs and my busy fingers. When the scene ended, and Lizzie tore her eyes away from the screen (little pervert) I was innocently laying normally, hands back under my chin. My dad however was having difficulty hiding the considerable bulge tenting his cotton trousers. Bad luck then that Lizzie stretched, yawned and stood up at that moment and jumped straight onto his lap! I think he just managed to stop her doing him a nasty injury, but she did land square on his cock, skinny legs either side of his lap. I guess her pussy must have been right over his hard on, and for a second the world stood still. Dad was still holding her half off him, just the top of his cock poking up and into the crotch of her pyjamas. They looked at each other for about 5 seconds. His face a mask of surprise and horror, hers just curious. Then she spoke "Is that your penus Daddy?" Automatically, I corrected her "Uh, its penis shortcake" Using dads nickname for her was a dead giveaway. She turned to me, and with a withering look that only 11 year olds can muster, said, "I was asking Daddy – I am perfectly well aware that YOU know what it is – you have been making so much noise every time mum goes out, you must have been seeing a lot of it, I'm sure." This with a toss of her head, and in such a schoolmistress tone that even daddy and I, caught with our pants down, as it were, could do nothing but burst into laughter. "Perfectly well aware" I giggled, and choked as I swallowed my own spit, I was laughing so much. Dad, laughing his deep laugh and, still holding her half on and half off his hard on, shook her slightly as she turned back to him. "Perfectly well aware, I'm sure" he chuckled, and all three of us had another laughing fit at that perfect imitation. Not that the small problem of my eleven year old sister sitting on her dads erect cock, whilst revealing that she was at least aware of what had been going on for a year between us had gone away. The gravity of the situation chilled the laughter quickly. I got up and walked towards them slowly. I was mindful that this could go either way. If she KNOWS, I thought, I know two things. First, she hasn't told mum, or anyone else we know, because otherwise this conversation would be taking place in a police station somewhere. Second, she isn't completely disgusted at the idea; otherwise she would be using it to blackmail me with for a share of my pocket money or something. I decided to call her bluff. I had been aware for a while that she had more than just the average girls curiosity about sex. We had had a few conversations about masturbation, boys 'bits' and stuff she had read in magazines, so I was pretty sure she was more interested in the process than outraged at the fact it had happened. I went to stand beside them, and noticed my dad's erection had hardly subsided at all. I pushed her down by the shoulders, and he allowed her to sit firmly on top of his cock. It had been flattened against his thigh, and now laid under her pubic mound, her crack must have been right along its length. Now Lizzie is shorter than me, and darker in hair and colouring, but she was going to have boobs much bigger than mine. Already they were a respectable 32b cup and mine had hardly grown a cup size since last year (and with all that hand rearing, I was disappointed ) I had seen her in the shower last month, and she was developing very quickly. Her pubic mound was covered in a fine down of dark hair. So I knew that physically she was probably more mature than I had been last year, even though I had been a year older. I guessed that there was more jealousy than disgust in her attitude. I rocked her back and forward on my Dad. Amazingly, no one spoke during the time I did this. My Dad just stared back and forth at Lizzie and me with a puzzled look on his face. Lizzie herself was biting her lip, so I think the friction was working. I whispered in her ear. "Would you like to find out just how much fun we have been having?" She nodded primly, still silent. I reached around her and began to unbutton her pyjama top. Dad followed my fingers as they unfastened the small cloth buttons. Like me, Lizzie wore nothing under her nightclothes, so when the last button was undone, the top gaped wide, and although I couldn't see, I knew dads eyes were fixed on her small breasts, with the brown nipples stiffening under his gaze (alright, I was guessing that, but mine were doing a good job of coming to attention, just imagining it) Her arms were round his neck, supporting herself against him, and dad's hands were on her waist. I pulled at one of her arms, then the other, and mutely she allowed me to strip the top from her. Her bare skin was like butterscotch, smooth and very lightly tanned, I had a small twinge of jealousy as I remembered she tanned darkly on the beach, and didn't have to spend hours under an umbrella, as I did on family holidays. Still there was no sound, or resistance, and I kind of understood that whilst no one spoke, the spell was unbroken. I don't know where the next move came from, some porno scene I had watched with Dad probably, but I slid my hands under her arms and started to caress her breasts. She started then, but still stayed silent, Just the thudding of her heart, which I could feel through her ribcage, told me I was having an effect. Her nipples were indeed hard as little bullets, and obviously sensitive, because when I gripped them both between thumb and finger it made her make the first sound for minutes "MMMMM," she hummed. Not a protest, more a sign that I should continue I thought. "MMMMMMMMM," she murmured as I worked on them slightly harder. And then it happened. At the same time as my Dad's cock twitched under her, in response to what he was seeing in front of him, her hips moved. Not far, and not hard. But they MOVED, if you know what I mean. And then they moved again. I couldn't see her face; my own was buried in her hair, breathing in her baby shampoo smell. But my Dad could, and I could hear his breathing increase in volume and speed, I thought I would die from the tension in the room. She moved again, and slowly, but perceptibly, a regular rhythm emerged. I squeezed my baby sister's nipples, dad's cock twitched under her, and her hips made a slow roll forwards. Squeeze, twitch, and roll. And again, slightly faster. And again. And... I was so hot, even hotter maybe than the night I was first fucked. I couldn't stay like this. Both of them would get off, I could see it, but I was burning up inside, wet and throbbing between my legs. I had to do something It was up to me to break the spell. Neither of them was speaking or making any move to change things. Another few seconds and he would cum in his pants, she would orgasm on his hard cock, and I would be left there, unsatisfied and spare like a discarded carton. It wasn't enough to touch her there, I squeezed again to keep up the rhythm, I wanted to touch her there. When I thought that thought, my hand was way ahead of me. It slipped inside her loose bottoms, across her fluttering stomach, through the fine pubic hair and cupped her whole sex. I almost pulled my hand away. When girls say they are hot, it means pretty warm, but that little girl was HOT, if you know what I mean. I could feel the heat and wetness from her as I slipped a curious finger between her slick lips and across the distended clitoris I found. The she spoke, although it was more an incoherent plea than a sentence "Carly...nnnnuh, mmm, Yyyh," (I took that to mean Carly, NO, fuck, YES!) Typical girl, says no, means yes. I wasn't stopping anyway anyhow, anytime. I fingered her slowly, but with real purpose. Then I made her stand, I stripped off her pyjama bottoms and while she stood in front of Dad, I made her watch as I took out his familiar (to me anyway) hard cock and licked it like a lollypop. I loved the resentment on her face. One I had stopped fingering her. Two, I was licking that object of desire she had been sitting on for the past five minutes, and Three, it looked like her orgasm was postponed, maybe indefinitely She was wrong on the last count at least. I knew Dad would come out of his state of silence soon enough. The sight of his teenage daughter fingering his other preteen daughter was rendering him dumb at the moment, but it wouldn't last. I also knew that there was no way he would allow me to plant our little infiltrator on top of that pulsing pole, and I could hardly sit on it myself, pleasurable as the idea was, in case Lizzie really got seriously pissed off and broadcast to the world our naughty secret. So I compromised. We all wanted to come. Daddy had turned me into his own little fuck toy, so I was going to do a bit of manipulation of my own. I pulled her down on to the floor where we had been, seemingly years before, in another life. She flopped down on her back, and her legs parted when I pulled at them. Kneeling between her open thighs I dipped my head and did something I had only seen on the Mac up until that moment. I had fingered my sister until she was about to cum, but now I stuck out my tongue, closed my eyes, and licked her pussy from end to end. She jumped like a scalded cat, and I had to hold her legs open, and fight the scrabbling hands that pulled at my head and hair until the amateur cunnilingus I was performing stopped her resistance. In seconds, I felt her hands stop pulling, and start pushing. She tasted funny, but no funnier that the first taste of semen. In fact she was sweeter, almost like warm honey. Long licks gave way to a small precise circling of her engorged clitoris, and then I sucked it. Good move, she humped my head up off her like an express lift. Her hands now began a rhythmic pushing and clutching which was actually rather painful, but we were both past caring. I felt movement behind me, and all at once my own pyjama bottoms were tugged down, and I had a second or two to prepare myself for what I knew was coming. My legs were already apart, and with just an exploratory finger to ensure wet and receptive passage, a large and very excited cock slid into me with one smooth thrust. The next few moments, for that was all it was, were a blur of slapping bodies, wet sounds and squeaks, mmms and groans. Lizzie was the squeaker, I was unable to make much more than a muffled mmm as I was banged from behind, and my Dad was the groaner. I don't remember who came first, maybe it was me, but within a minute, there was cum shooting into me like a fire hose and Lizzie was calling me a "fucking cunt licking bitch" and other choice phrases I didn't know she had in her vocabulary as she came violently under my frantically licking tongue. It took over half an hour for us to recover, and a whole day afterwards to convince Lizzie that she wasn't turning full time lesbian before things went back to more or less normal. (I did have to give her another practical demonstration of my rapidly improving tongue technique as punishment for "Going all lezzie on me," though, and I thought then what I know now; we both have a lot of 'bi' in us) Dad was shell-shocked for a week at least, and it was little old me who had to shuttle between them to prevent the story getting out. He was glad I did, but that's another chapter Shall I tell it? Comments and or praise (I wish) to Carlypax13@hotmail.com)