Quinn, Male, 41

	- Narrator, project manager, father of Tera

	- 6'0, beige skin, 190lbs, wavy blonde-brown hair a few inches long

Tera, Female, 15

	- High School Freshman, daughter of Quinn

	- 5'7, pale-beige skin, 135lbs, shoulder-length bright copper-red hair

Kylie, Female, 20

	- Tera's former sitter, college student

	- 5'7, pale freckled skin, 130lbs, dark-red mid-back length hair

Day 1.041

Fuck me, Daddy. Fuck your little girl!

The voice in my head didn't match the way Danielle had moaned those words as I fucked her the night before in the limo. Tera's voice replaced the woman's. It was softer, kinder, more innocent, and even as I grew aroused to think that Tera might say that to me, I felt the familiar knots of doubt and shame fill me quickly.

Cuddling with Tera the night before had been almost innocent. Almost. Thoughts of my daughter were of love and comfort and, just around the edges, arousal. I couldn't help feeling that way. I still hated myself each time I woke up, knowing how many times I'd had thoughts for Tera which no father should feel. I wondered if I was the only one, the only man who had ever been tempted to do more than share innocent cuddles with his daughter. I certainly felt alone.

It wasn't exactly something I could share with anyone. Oh, I doubted I was the only one, and I was sure that other fathers had experiences which crossed lines, thoughts which left them feeling that awful mix of frustrated arousal and confusing shame. I knew many had been unable to control themselves, abusing their daughters, harming them, taking their own pleasure at the cost of their daughters' well-being. I never wanted to be one of those.

But unlike those fathers, my situation was unique. I relived the same night, over and over, learning more and more about Tera, and about her own confusing feelings for me. I never wanted to do anything abusive or harmful to my daughter, but the more I found out, the more grey that boundary became.

I stirred and went through the normal motions, dropping Tera off at the dance and arranging for her to get a ride home. I'd generally settled into this routine, one which left Tera generally happy each time, and left me the ability to push away my burning thoughts for my daughter, at least for a time.

I had no plan on day 41 of the endless loop. I stopped by Champions and had a drink, but didn't feel like spending the night with Yvette again. I rolled out of the bar with a light buzz and just walked around the shopping center nearby. I ducked into a cafe and had some coffee, trying my best to forget how wonderful it had been to feel Tera next to me the previous night, her lovely warm body pressed against mine, the thinnest of fabrics keeping her ass from touching my genitals.

I left the cafe and didn't know what I felt like doing that night. I exhaled a long-held breath and decided I'd just go home. I was horny but unable to let go of thoughts of Tera long enough to explore the rest of the world. I made my way to my car. I spotted a young woman getting out of a small sedan, and I recognized her instantly.

“Kylie?”

She turned and smiled, seeing me before she closed her door. “Mr. Kitchner! Hey, long time!”

Kylie had been one of a couple of teens my ex-wife and I had trusted to keep an eye on Tera when our daughter was younger. Kylie was fifteen the last year she'd stayed at my place while Karen and I went out on the town, back before my ex had lost her ability to act kindly towards me.

The young woman would have been twenty years old, and she had matured to be a beautiful redhead. Her hair was much darker than Tera's, more a reddish-brunette with hints of lighter coppers scattered throughout. She wore it down over her back, a thin t-shirt and blue-jean shorts completing her look.

She rushed up to me and surprised me with a tight hug, her small, round breasts pushing against me through her shirt and bra. I pulled back smiling. It had been several years since I'd seen Kylie, and I couldn't believe how much she had grown up.

“How's your wife? How's Tera?” she said, oblivious to the fact that I no longer wore a wedding ring.

“Ah, Tera's great. She's fifteen now. Off at the dance down the block.”

“And Karen?”

“Divorced.”

“Oh,” she said, pursing her lips. “Sorry, I didn't know...”

“No, it's fine. It didn't end well, but Tera and I came out of it ok. Just needed to get out of that situation.”

“Well... great, I guess.”

“So,” I said, “what have you been up to? You look... great.”

Kylie smiled at me. “In school now, at Uni, studying to be a teacher. I'll graduate next fall.”

“Fantastic. I always wondered what became of you. You were always so responsible with Tera. I thought about you sometimes...” I let the thought trail off, not wanting to sound like a creep.

She seemed not to notice. “Well... yeah, I still think about you. And Tera. I saved most of the money you paid me to help pay for school. So... thanks for trusting me...”

“I'm glad we did.”

There was a moment of awkward silence, the one that creeps in quickly when two people with little in common run out of easy small talk.

“So... what are you doing out tonight? Got a date?” she asked me.

“Me? Oh, just dropped Tera off, had a drink at Champions, some coffee. Figured I'd head home, no date tonight. What about you?”

“I'm working. Still doing the sitting thing. It pays well and I can do homework. Sitting for a single mom tonight, two young girls, seven and five. They're pretty easy, usually. Grabbing a few things from the store first.”

“Great to hear,” I replied, unable to think of anything more interesting to add.

Kylie paused a moment, “hey, want to come over tonight? I'd love to catch up on Tera's life. She was always a favorite. Is she still a softy?”

I smiled, “yeah, that's Tera. She's fifteen, so you know that's a tough spot in a girl's life. Boys, that sort of thing, but she's still a sweetheart. Uh...” I paused, “did you want me to come over where you're sitting?”

“Sure, if you want. I have to be over there in twenty minutes, so I can't stay here much longer, but I do want to catch up.”

“That ok with the mom?”

She hesitated. “Once she's gone, it's ok...”

“Kylie, don't want to cause trouble. We could... catch up another time...” I knew that another time would never come, and the bubbling frustration of my situation painted my life once more with a darker edge.

“Nah, it's fine. I've had people over there before... uh...”

I raised my eyebrows, didn't say anything.

She finally said, “yeah.” Then she laughed. “I'm adult now, Mr. Kitchner. Things happen. I'm sure you understand...”

I forced a laugh, suddenly all-too aware that Kylie was young, beautiful, and inviting me to spend some time with her. I tried not to rationalize the moment too much. “Right... Well... just tell me where to go and when to show up. I would love some company tonight, will be good to talk.”

Kylie smiled at me, the freckles on her face dancing with each movement. “Here, give me your number. I'll text you the address and then again when she's gone.”

She did so, then hugged me again. Kylie felt really great in my arms, even if it lasted only a few seconds.

I decided to get another coffee while she disappeared into the grocer and sat with it inside the cafe, turning over my thoughts. Kylie was adorable. Though her body had matured, she'd remained thin and youthful. She could have passed for sixteen. The red hair was a definite trigger for my arousal, and two sincere, warm hugs did nothing to keep my mind from exploring fantasies.

I'd had no feelings towards Kylie or anyone else that young when I used to know her. Back then, I was still in love with Karen, and though, like any normal man, I had many fantasies about other women, I never considered Kylie that way, or anyone else younger than twenty. Plus, her role in my life had been to keep my daughter safe and happy, and that overwhelmed any other thoughts about the then-fifteen year old.

Now, though, now I'd found myself thinking and doing things with girls that young. I'd already been crossing lines with my own fifteen-year old daughter, though nothing we had done had involved going beyond confusing moments of close contact. I'd fucked sixteen-year old Abby several times, and seventeen-year old Juliet. I'd even mutually masturbated a girl who was about twelve in the hot tub. Whatever boundaries I used to have were evolving the longer I remained stuck.

I had finished my coffee by the time Kylie texted me to come over. The address was a couple of miles to the North in a nice part of town. I pulled into the driveway next to Kylie's sedan and parked. She greeted me at the door.

“Hey, Mr. Kitchner, come in!”

“Please, call me Quinn.”

“Come in, then, Quinn. Make yourself at home.” She led me into the living area where two plush couches sat around a large, short table. “The girls are taking their showers. Would you like a drink?”

“Sure, water's fine.”

“Ah. Ok... I have wine...”

I eyed her a moment.

“I know. I'm twenty. Sue me. I like wine...”

I smiled, said, “alright. Wine sounds good.”

I sat on one of the couches and waited as Kylie disappeared into the kitchen. Two young girls bounded into the room wearing only long shirts that reached their calves. They were cute, to be sure, but I found myself comforted to know that however fucked up my boundaries were, they didn't extend to thoughts of the girls.

They stopped just inside the living room, staring at me, clearly uncertain what to think. “Uh... hi, I'm Quinn... just visiting with Kylie. She used to be a sitter for my daughter...”

The girls said nothing, then slunk over to the other couch and turned on the television.

“Oh, there you two are. This is Mr... uh, Quinn. He's a friend of mine.”

The girls finally mumbled something in my direction, not turning their attention away from the cartoon on screen.

Kylie handed me a glass of white wine and sat near me. We clinked our glasses and I drank what tasted like a Pinot Grigio. “Very good, thanks,” I said.

“My favorite.”

We sat silent a moment, both of us pretending to be drawn into the nonsensical scenes on the television. Kylie finally said, “so... still working the same job?”

“Yeah,” I replied, “same job. Getting a bit boring, to be honest, but it pays the bills.”

“I've only ever been a sitter, so far, at least. I like doing it. Can't wait to be a teacher, though.”

“I'm sure you'll be great at it. What do you want to teach?”

“Probably lower grades, not really sure. I don't want high school, too much drama... but I love being able to teach kids like these two. I always read to them, try to keep them interested in something cool.”

“Great.” More silence followed.

“So... no girlfriend?” Her eyes were watching me as she asked the question casually, sipping her wine after speaking.

“No... no. After Karen... I just needed space from all that. Didn't want to risk putting Tera through another messed up relationship. I've had her to myself, that's been enough until recently.”

“Recently?”

It was hard to formulate an explanation given how odd my recent weeks had been. “I've been... seeing a few women... nothing serious... just some fun... nothing long-term.”

“Ah...” She stared at the screen a moment.

“What about you? I'm sure you've got to have guys lined up to date you...”

Kylie laughed. “Something like that. No, nothing long-term. I dated a couple of guys in high school, and one last year, but... you know... nothing really long term... just... some fun...”

“One of the best parts of college is getting to try new things, meet new people. I know it was for me,” I said.

“Definitely. I've tried some things I never thought I would...”

I was intrigued. “Do tell...”

“Quinn!”

“Sorry... I shouldn't have...”

“Just playing... you know... like... I dunno... stuff with girls... that sort of thing...”

I tried not to show how much that statement turned me on. “Good... that's... good.”

“It's fun. Nothing serious, just trying things out...”

We'd finished our wine and Kylie offered to refill our glasses. While she disappeared into the kitchen, I turned back to the girls, saw that they were still glued to the screen. I wondered if there was a chance that Kylie might be interested in more than just talk after the young ones were asleep. I certainly hoped so. My dick pressed against my slacks and refused to go down.

Glasses in hand, she gave me one, and said, “alright you two, you know the drill. Get yourselves into bed and I'll read you a story.” The two groaned at the intrusion into their cartoon, but one of them shut off the television and they shuffled slowly down the hall.

Kylie smiled at me. “Gonna go get them to sleep, might take a bit. Feel free to come in and listen.”

“I... I'll just wait here, I think...”

“Ok...” She sounded mildly disappointed, and I wasn't sure why.

Kylie disappeared down the hall and left me alone in the living room. I stood and stretched, checked out some of the books held by the built-in shelves, pulled one down and started reading a philosophical treatment of morality and ethics. It wasn't as dry as expected, and even in the first few pages, I felt my own dilemmas being drawn into consideration by the author's even-handed view of difficult decisions.

No matter what I read or thought, my cock stayed hard, thoughts of Kylie and Tera fighting for my attention.

“Hey Quinn?” I turned my head to see Kylie leaning against the wall where it met the living room. “Could you do me a favor and read to them a moment? I really need to get in the bathroom.” The redhead was squirming a bit, her hips dipping and knees bending.

“Uh, sure.” I stood and followed her to the girls' bedroom. They shared a room which featured bunk beds, the older girl on top, the younger down below, both of them under covers and looking somewhat sleepy. Kylie handed me the novel Tom Sawyer and thanked me.

I found my voice and stood near the bed as I picked up the tale. It was an illustrated copy, and before I'd gone far, the older girl said, “is there a picture of it?”

I turned the book so she could see, then stepped next to the bunks so that she could view it more clearly. When she was done, I let the younger girl do the same. I started reading again, and when I got to the next illustration, I showed the older girl the page.

I felt something brush against my groin. At first, I ignored the light sensation, thinking maybe the younger girl had just turned and accidentally come into contact with the one part of my body which showed my arousal for Kylie.

When it happened again a moment later, I knew it was no accident. I froze, uncertain what to do as a small hand pressed against my hardon. I didn't move away, afraid that Kylie might see more clearly if I did. I certainly didn't want her to see something where I appeared to be molesting the girl. Or, more accurately, the five-year old was molesting me.

Her hand moved away and I thought maybe the curious child was getting sleepy. Instead, for the third time, her fingers rubbed up and down where my shaft pressed obvious and hard against my slacks. It was pure innocence. I knew the girl wasn't sexualizing the moment, and her curiosity was getting the better of her social boundaries.

The younger girl giggled, and her small fingers wrapped around my bulge as if she was trying to hold my cock. Despite my nerves and fear, I knew I was leaking precum into my underwear.

How does one deal with a situation like that? I had no sexual interest in the girl. I wasn't touching her, or encouraging her to touch me. She was just curious, finding something fun to explore.

“It's really hard. Why is it hard?”

I couldn't believe the girl was asking me such a question and I didn't have an immediate response.

“What's hard?” The seven-year old asked from the top bunk.

“His thingy. It's hard. See?”

The older girl could not see, so she attempted to lean over the bunk and look down. I pulled away then, fear lancing through me. I didn't want anyone to see what had happened, and I knew Kylie would be disgusted and upset if she found out.

I took a step back, which only served to let the seven-year old see my bulging slacks.

“See?” The five-year old said, “it is hard!” She giggled again. “Why is it hard?”

“Uh... Girls... uh...” I had no intelligible way to explain the situation.

“Can I touch it?” The older sister asked.

“No... no, you cannot. Look, girls... you shouldn't touch other people without asking first, ok? You shouldn't let anyone do that to you, and you should never do that to me or anyone again, ok?”

The seven-year old looked me, pouting, “but I did ask you...” she said quietly.

“I mean... your sister... uhh...”

The five-year old giggled again, then said, “I touched it and it was hard...”

“And you should never do that without asking...”

She looked contrite. “alright. I'll ask. Can I touch it again?”

“Girls, you know that's not allowed,” Kylie's voice rang in my ears. I turned quickly to see her in the doorway. “No more story tonight. You two settle down and go to sleep.”

I was mortified. There I was, standing near two young girls, my penis hard in my pants. One of them had touched me. Both had seen my bulge. I awaited the disgust and hatred in Kylie's voice as I followed her out of the room.

She turned when we were back in the living room. “Look, I'm sorry. Heather can be a bit... curious. She doesn't respect boundaries.”

I stammered my apology. “Kylie, I didn't do anything... I didn't know what to do... she just reached out and... you know... I didn't know what to do. I would never... never...”

“I saw, Quinn. You did nothing wrong... nothing at all... don't worry, I'll never say a word. She's done it to me before, too... it's just innocent curiosity. I've told her mom that she needs to work on boundaries, but it seems she's not getting through to the girl...”

“So... we're ok? I'm really sorry that happened, Kylie...”

She smiled at me, then tilted her head. “Yeah, we're ok, Quinn... so... be honest with me... what got you going? Was it Heather's fingers or... something else...”

“I... uh...” It certainly had not been Heather's fingers. I'd been hard long before that. “Something else...”

“Mmm...” Kylie looked past me to where hallway joining the living room to the girls' room. “So, Quinn... here we are... two adults with things on our minds... whatever could we find to do about it...”

I was overcome with need. I wanted to show Kylie that I'd not been sexualizing the girls, that I found the redhead incredibly attractive, that I wanted her so badly. I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled the twenty-year old to me, kissing her deeply.

She melted in my arms, kissing me back, moaning into my mouth. It went on several minutes before she pulled back, smiling, her lips wet with saliva. “I've been wanting that since I was fifteen, Quinn... so many times I... thought about you...”

I didn't want to tell her I hadn't felt the same until that night, so I rejoined my lips to hers and let her guide me to the couch. I looked back at the hallway, “uh... here?”

“Don't worry, they probably won't come out, and if they do...” She shrugged with a smile. I wasn't sure what to make of that thought, but I didn't stop Kylie from sliding to her knees between my legs.

She rubbed her fingers over my crotch, smiled at me and said, “you are hard... I can see why Heather wanted to touch you... Mmm... I want to suck you, Quinn...”

I moaned as she unzipped my fly and pulled my hard penis out of my boxers. Kylie purred as her lips parted and she took my length into her mouth. I watched the beautiful redhead bob up and down my dick, precum surely dribbling onto her tongue. I ran my hands through her lovely red hair, then managed to pull her shirt from her body.

Kylie used one hand to unclasp her bra, and from my seat on the couch, I could see the tops of her small, pale, freckled breasts. They hung down from her body, still firm with youth, so tender as I reached below her to feel them. Her tits were tipped with small, pink nipples, areolae barely larger than her firm flesh in the center of each.

She moaned on my cock and I pushed her up, then sucked a tit into my mouth. God, she tasted so wonderful. Her flesh was soft and lightly sweaty, warm skin on my tongue making my dick throb in her grasp.

I pushed her onto the couch and slid between her pale legs. Kylie's eyes watched me, glazed, her mouth parted slightly, her arousal clear in her expression. I moved my hand over the crotch of her jean shorts, bringing a moan to her lips. I unbuttoned and unzipped her, then pulled the shorts down and off her legs. She wore no panties at all.

Kylie's pussy was gorgeous. Her pale skin met with a thin, pink slit, barely larger than my daughter's. I tried not to compare the brief glimpse I'd had of Tera's genitals to what I saw in that moment. Kylie parted her thighs, making her labia stick together in the middle of her crotch a moment. Her red pubes were trimmed, running only along the sides of her slit and up to a tuft above her clit, the nub rising slowly from under its hood.

I smelled her then, the warm scent of young, horny pussy filling me with lust. I loved that smell, loved inhaling that personal, private odor, such an amazing trigger for my desire for Kylie. I settled between her legs and saw her labia part slightly, the inner folds somewhat more red than pink, already slick and glistening, a small, whitish drop of fluid shimmering just inside her vagina.

I licked her slowly, savoring the sweet, pungent cream. Kylie moaned and ran her fingers through my hair. I licked her again, and again, the taste of the twenty-year old's pussy like sugar on my tongue. I couldn't get enough. Her hips bucked against me each time I slid over her clit. In moments, we moved together in a rhythm which had her panting and her nub swelling. I lapped from her vagina to her clit and back again over and over, and Kylie's thighs spread wider as her hips rose off the couch, her orgasm coming on powerfully.

“Uhhhnnnnnuuuhnnnnuhnnn... ooohuuuuuhhnnn... ooouuuhhhhnnnn... ouhhhnnnnnnnnnnnn” Kylie made no attempt to be quiet, and for a brief moment I worried that little faces might appear in the hallway. But Kylie's moans, the way her body quivered, the beads of sweat on her face, the look of flushed pleasure on her pale, freckled skin, made those concerns disappear as I licked up the creamy discharge running from her pussy.

“Fuck me, Quinn...”

I pulled down my pants and pulled Kylie's hips out to the edge of the couch. I didn't have a condom, and Kylie didn't ask me to wear one. I couldn't believe I was about to fuck the pussy of the girl who had once been my daughter's sitter.

My cock throbbed in my hands as I rested the tip against Kylie's entrance. Her eyes opened and watched mine, her pale face pink with arousal and her recent orgasm. She wiggled her hips, trying to force her body onto my cock. I resisted just a moment, loving the way her pussy teased me, inhaling her pungent, musky scent.

I pushed in slowly. Kylie was very tight, the hot walls of her slick channel stopping me before I'd put two inches inside her. I rested there a moment, groaned, “oh, Kylie... you are so tight... God you feel good...”

“Mmm... ohh... yes, Quinn... yes... I've wanted you inside me so long...”

I drew back my hips and pushed forward again, once more stopped by her clasping vagina. I pulled back, then used my weight to penetrate past her resistance. Kylie's pink little pussy yielded at last, opening just enough to let me sink fully into her body.

She moaned loudly as I rooted and rested against her. I brought my lips to hers and held her away from the back of the couch as we kissed and I began to fuck her tiny cunt. I knew I wouldn't last long.

Kylie vibrated in my hands, her beautiful read hair strands of silk in my fingers, her pussy tender and slick and tight around my penis. I barely was able to groan, “gonna cum...”

She said nothing but moaned loudly. Her body humped back against me, and I knew I wasn't going to pull out. I grunted into her mouth, her body willing me to let go. Kylie wrapped her arms around my neck tighter, her tongue twirling against mine.

Ejaculate rushed up my cock and spurted into Kylie's vagina. I broke our kiss, “OHH... OHH KYLIE... OOOOHH... OOOOOHHH... OOOOHHH... OHH, GOD... OOOOHHH...” Semen flooded her little pink cunt as I throbbed through my release, Kylie's pussy milking me with each spasm.

She held tight against me as pleasure rushed into my body. Even when my cum had slowed, we didn't stop moving. Her tight channel kept me hard, and in moments, we were churning my sperm into froth along her labia and my shaft.

I pulled out, wanting to feel her in another position. Before I could turn her over, she knelt down and sucked my cock into her mouth again, mewling desperately as she cleaned off the frothy jism. Her hand played between her thighs as she stood, turned, and bent over, offering me her body again.

I held Kylie's hips as I stared a moment between her legs. Her little pink slit was gaping, the red insides looking more raw and arousing than before, wetness sliding over her hard clit and down her pale thighs. The way her pubes were trimmed created a frame around her sex, the arousing mix of short red pubes and pink and red pussy made me throb and want to be inside her again. I paused only a second when I saw her tiny, pink asshole just above. It was more a hint of a hole than anything more. I don't know that I'd ever seen a smaller one in my life.

I pressed the tip of my cock against her opening and pushed in again. She took me easier this time, her hole dilated but still very tight. Her head flew back and as I sank deep into her body, I felt the urge to grab her hair. Kylie groaned as I grasped a large bunch of her red strands and started to fuck her harder.

She drove back against me as hard as I pounded into her. The twenty-year old loved having her hair pulled, and I increased the pressure, hearing her waver just on the edge of discomfort. My balls slapped repeatedly against her pink clit, and in moments, she came from the intense, powerful sensations.

I didn't slow down, redoubling my grip on her hair, using it to pull myself into her body over and over. She cried out louder, and I started to spank her with my free hand. It left red prints on her ass, and the way she responded told me she loved it. Over and over, I slapped her tender, freckled skin, her soft ass jumping with each movement, with each harder sting on her flesh. She cried out, “YES! YES! YES! OH... HARDER! HARDER! YEESSSSSSS” Kylie's cunt tightened and I pounded her, holding her hair, squeezing her sore ass. She again orgasmed, her hips rolling rapidly, her back sagging as her head rolled to the pressure of my pull.

Finally, I had to let go. I grunted and growled as I slammed against Kylie's young body. Her vagina had become looser, deeper, but the hot, snug channel had become very slick after her orgasms, and the redhead's slippery little pussy once more drew out my semen. I flooded her a second time, holding her hair, holding myself fast against her tender ass. God, I came so hard that time, so deep in Kylie's pussy.

Sweat rained down our bodies as I pulled off. Kylie sank onto the couch, breathing heavily, eyes closed. I collapsed next to her. As I did, I saw movement in the hallway. It wasn't enough to know who had been watching, but clearly, at least one of the young girls had seen us fucking.

I was too flushed with euphoria to think on it then. Kylie leaned into me and kissed my neck and cheek, her breathing fast and heavy for a long time. “Wow, Quinn... wow...”

“I know... wow...”

We cuddled together well into the night. She started to doze against me, and I pulled her tight to my side, stroking her lovely red hair, found myself running my fingers from freckle to freckle on her neck and shoulder. I heard her snore lightly, and said quietly, “Kylie...”

“Mmm...?” She said sleepily.

“Should we get you to bed?”

“Yeah...”

I pulled away from her slowly, then helped her to her feet. She looked at me with youthful, puppy-dog eyes, and I felt that familiar, frustrating emotion burning inside me. I resisted it as best I could when we shared another long kiss, her small breasts pushed against my chest.

She pulled back and said sweetly, “will you stay tonight?”

“Won't the girls' mom be home?”

“Nah... she's spending the night at her boyfriend's place. Won't be home until morning.” Kylie kissed me again, said, “I'd love you to stay...”

“I'd like that...”

We collected our clothes and shuffled off to a room upstairs. Kylie led me to the queen bed and pulled back the blankets, sliding in nude and motioning me to join her. I got in next to her and wrapped my arm over her breasts, kissing her again.

I settled back onto a pillow after awhile, buzzing from the warmth of her skin and from the moments we'd shared together that night.

She said softly, “that was amazing, Quinn... I've had sex before... you know... but nothing like that... it was... intense...”

“I loved it...”

“Me too... Mmmm...”

I was nearly asleep when I heard her sweet voice again. “Quinn? You still awake?”

“Yeah.”

She was quiet a moment, then said softly, “can I be honest with you?”

“Of course?”

“Ok...” she paused again and I waited for her to continue. “I... I don't know why... don't hate me, ok? Promise?”

“Promise...”

She let out a breath. “I kinda got turned on when I saw Heather touching you...”

I didn't know how to respond, said nothing, and she continued, trying to explain. “I... don't know why... just... it turned me on... like... innocent, I guess... kinda made me think about when I was young... playing doctor...”

“Something you did and enjoyed?”

“Yeah... when I was like... I dunno, seven or eight, I used to pull down my panties and show the boys... and some girls... Just looking, usually, sometimes we touched each other... Not like... sexual, just curious... I think about that a lot... it really turns me on... and when I saw Heather doing that... I got really wet...”

I still wasn't sure how to respond. On one hand, I was aroused to know her secret, that the sight of a young girl touching me had made her wet. On the other, it made me really uncomfortable.

“Some days... I wish I could be that age again, you know? Just fooling around like that... I wish I could have done what Heather did to you... you know... just to touch and get all tingly, not knowing what it meant... I used to touch myself a lot before it was sexual, before I knew that my puss was something more than just a tingly part of my body...”

The more she talked, the more aroused I became.

She continued, “I wish I could have been her... but... I don't think I would have stopped... I'd have probably unzipped your fly and pulled you out... just to look and touch, maybe... maybe taking you in my mouth. I did that once with a boy when I was eight or so. I didn't know what I was doing, just playing...”

I was rock hard again.

Kylie was turning herself on as well. She rolled onto her side and draped a leg over my thigh. Her wet vulva pressed against my flesh and the twenty-year old started to slide her genitals slowly over my skin.

We kissed a moment, then she climbed on top of me, slipping my cock into her tight, dripping cunt once more. She moaned as she took me inside, then said quietly. “I just held it in my mouth. I didn't know about blowjobs or cum or anything like that. He just held still. He was eight, too, had a small dick, you know... but I remember he was hard in my mouth. I doubt he had any idea what to do either, so we just kinda giggled together and he sometimes moved a little bit, which I loved.”

Kylie was fucking me slowly, building up her intensity the longer she described her fantasy.

“I wish I could have been seven and had your cock in my mouth... I wish you would have let me hold you like that, just hold you... maybe you would get so turned on by me that you'd kinda move a bit... not much... not like I could have taken much of you in my mouth... but enough to give me my first sense of fucking... I'd have gotten wet... like I did then... I didn't know what it meant, but I got wet a lot...”

I moaned as Kylie rose and fell on my penis, her hands running over my face and chest. I caressed her small, pale tits, feeling myself swelling with each movement of the beautiful twenty-year old's body.

“Maybe... you got really turned on being in my mouth, you know...”

“Show me...” I whispered.

Kylie moaned and shuddered, then slid off my length, settling down between my thighs. She took my penis between her lips, just an inch or two, and held me there.

It was an amazing sensation, only a light touch, her tongue still, her mouth motionless. I throbbed between her lips. She pulled back a moment to say, “If I'd have been Heather, I'd have let you put it in my mouth... I wouldn't know what to do, and I could feel you throb while I held you... Would you cum like that? Would you have cum in Heather's mouth if she did that? If I had done that to you?”

She closed her lips around my cock again, two inches held lightly inside her. Each breath she took sent tingles down my shaft and into my body. Each small motion as she moaned lightly made me swell and strain more. “Yes...” I finally groaned, “I'd have cum in your mouth...”

Kylie purred, and I could tell she was into the fantasy completely.

I ran my fingers through her hair gently. “I'd have touched your beautiful hair, maybe touched your face. I'd have said sweet things to you... 'that feels nice, Kylie.' Maybe I'd have told you, “I love you, Kylie... love that my penis is in your young mouth...” I groaned again, felt semen slowly burning up my shaft. “I'd have gotten really close and told you, 'Sweetheart... I'm gonna cum...' but you wouldn't know what that meant.” I throbbed again, a small jet of precum and semen squirting out the tip of my cock.

Kylie moaned and I could feel that she was fingering herself, lost in the fantasy she'd longed to play out with someone.

“I'd tell you, 'I'm going to cum, Sweetie... fluids are going to fill your mouth now... just hold your breath... just hold still... I'm filling your mouth with my cum...'”

I let go, the slow build of her motionless mouth had sent me into a spiral of pleasure. Semen tried to squirt out fast and heavy, but I did my best to hold back, to slow the flow. A glob of sperm slid into Kylie's mouth. “'Good girl, Kylie... let me cum in your little mouth...'” Another glob, then another. I fought to slow my ejaculation. “'I'm filling your mouth... just hold still... ohhh... Kylie... oh...'” More jism rushed out, and I lost the battle to hold back my orgasm.

“'Oh, Kylie... ohhhhhhhhh...'” I couldn't hold still and pressed my cock deeper. She moaned and gagged lightly as my cum began to flood her throat. Even after two orgasms that night, I had a large load built up by the incredibly slow and still blowjob. I groaned as I unloaded, filling Kylie's mouth with all the cum I had left.

It left me shaking from the intensity, from the taboo arousal of the fantasy. Kylie shuddered as the last drops slid onto her tongue. I felt her swallow and moan, more shuddering, and the way she jerked as she finished letting my sperm slide down into her stomach told me she was orgasming to the fantasy.

She held me a long time as I softened in her mouth. When she finally pulled back, she quickly crawled over my body and I wrapped myself around her. “Oh... Quinn... oh... I've wanted to share that for so long... oh, god... oh, god... It was like I was seven again... I felt like I was Heather... when you came... so slow... god... I was seven again...”

“Mmm....” was all I could reply.

Slowly she moved off my body, but didn't move away. She settled her head onto my chest, kissing my skin lightly, finally saying softly, “does that make me a bad person? To be turned on by that...”

“No... I don't think so... I have to admit... it turned me on, too... I... didn't expect that...”

“So... you imagined you were cumming in Heather's mouth? Or mine when I was her age?”

“Yes,” I answered honestly to both questions. “I did...”

“Quinn,” she said quietly, “wake me up by fucking me, ok? Anytime in the night... before morning... just put it in me ok? I... I want to imagine I'm Heather's age and you crawled into bed with me and made love to me in the night...”

“I'll do my best,” I answered as she turned onto her side and pushed her back against me, her ass settling against my groin. I knew that if I fell asleep I'd be unlikely to be able to give her that moment. So, as she dozed, I did my best to stay awake.

- - -

I woke in the night to feel a warm body next to mine. For just a moment, I thought I'd broken out of the loop and for the first time in years, I wasn't alone the next morning.

The clock showed 5:15, however, and I knew I'd not yet reached the cutoff point. Still, it felt nice to wrap my arm carefully around Kylie's body and move against her gently. She snored softly, still asleep. I rubbed my genitals along her ass crack a moment, and despite my sore flesh, grew hard again.

I worked carefully, trying my best to match her fantasy. Sure that she was still sleeping, I coated my cock with saliva and drew a wet finger along her slit. She purred lightly but didn't wake.

I pushed the head of my dick into her vagina, then slowly, very slowly worked myself inside Kylie's pussy.

I held still a moment to see if she'd woken up. For long moments, my cock just throbbed in her tight hole. The lightest of snores was quickly followed by another, and I knew she was still asleep.

I started to move slowly inside her body, resting a hand on her hip as I drew myself in and out of Kylie as she slept.

I couldn't believe how arousing that was, how quickly I started to feel myself swelling in her body.

Her light voice broke into the silence, “mmm... is that you... Daddy?”

I didn't expect that at all. Thoughts of Tera crashed in hard, and it was all I could do not to start humping Kylie faster.

“Y-yes... Yes, Kylie... Daddy is here...”

“What are you doing, Daddy? I feel full down there...”

I stroked slowly in and out of her body. “We're making love, Sweetie... does it feel nice?”

“Yes, Daddy... I like it... it makes me tingly... why does it tingle, Daddy?”

Like the 'innocent' blow job, Kylie was lost in the fantasy. “Because it feels good when you have Daddy inside your little hole, sweet Kylie... It feels good for Daddy, too...”

“Oh, Daddy... I feel funny, Daddy... like I'm swollen and warm...”

“Good, Sweetie,” I said into her ear, kissing her cheek, “I want you to feel good...”

Her body was starting to tense, but she made no movement against me, letting my soft, shallow strokes play gently inside her. “Daddy... It feels funny again... like I'm gonna pee-pee...”

“Mmm... you won't pee, Sweetie... just let it build and then when you feel it best... let it happen...”

“Let what happen?”

“Your first orgasm...”

Kylie moaned as her body tightened. I felt her resisting her instinct to grind against me, letting the fantasy play out as realistically as she could. Her vagina tightened so much I nearly slid out, but on the next stroke back in, her channel opened just enough, and I felt her cum softly in long, waving motions. She turned her head back towards me, “oh, Daddy... I'm doing it... I'm having an orgasm... ohhh... ohhh...”

I couldn't help but be incredibly turned on by Kylie as she lived out the taboo moment. I didn't know if she was imagining her real father or just thinking of me as him, but she came in slow, slight movements, only her moans and her spasming vagina letting me know she climaxed.

I felt myself getting close to release. “Daddy's going to orgasm, too, Kylie... I'm going to shoot my cum into your body... can I, Kylie? Can Daddy cum in your little pussy?”

“Daddy! You've never called it my pussy before!”

I smiled as I felt cum ready to spill from my cock. “I love your little pussy, Kylie... you can call it your pussy, too... Daddy's going to cum in your pussy, Sweetie... ohhh... oohhh...”

“Ok, Daddy... oh, Daddy. I feel it... It feels warm... oh, it makes me tingle... is that your cum, Daddy?” Strong, low volume jets of semen rushed out of me and into Kylie's vagina as pleasure rippled through me in waves.

“Yes, Kylie... Daddy's cum is shooting in your pussy... ohhh... ohh, Kylie... ohh... Daddy's cumming in you... Ohh... Kylie...”

“Mmm... Daddy... it is so warm... It's running out, Daddy!”

“I feel it too... Daddy's cum filled you, Sweetie...”

She was quiet a moment, panting, her vagina randomly squeezing my leaking cock. “God, Quinn... oh my god...” She started humping back against me. Before I completely softened, she was slamming her hips back onto my cock. Kylie cried out and came again, shuddering this time, no holding back, her pussy squishy and drooling my cum and her own against my body.

I was utterly exhausted, and it seemed Kylie was finally sated. We said nothing more that night. I kissed her shoulder and held her against me, her tight little vagina keeping me just hard enough to stay inside her as she fell asleep again.