My wife, Traci, was a real piece of ass when I met her. It was my first job out of college, a newly hired engineer in a large defense-consulting firm in Washington, DC. Actually, like most such companies, it was located in Northern Virginia, Alexandria, to be precise. She was a secretary, like the hosts of other little honeys from the hinterland who make their way to this white-collar mecca every year. She was from a crop a few years earlier, and so she was an established honey. She wasn't my secretary--I had to share one with several other junior analysts. She was the departmental secretary for another program group, which was far more convenient for me. I was able to drag her into my little rotation of fuck toys without directly involving my daily work. More importantly, I was able to keep her at enough of a distance so as not to interfere with my other seduction activities. In addition, she couldn't make me such a significant part of her life that her husband could catch on.

No, it wasn't our weekly "work crisis" late night (which she often spent holding her ankles in my Crystal City apartment) that led to her divorce. Ironically, her husband, a VP for one of our competitors, had been bagging his secretary. When he tried to end that affair, it blew up in his face. The little slut he'd been nailing made no secret in her wrath about the situation, informing not only Traci but also his primary governmental contracting officer. In his panic to control the career damage, he settled quickly with Traci, so suddenly she had quite a wad of cash from their joint assets, two-hundred grand, which seemed like a lot of money to me at twenty-three. I thought I knew everything in those days, and I didn't see the danger coming, so before I knew it, she had outmaneuvered me. By twenty-five, I was married to a twenty-nine-year old divorcee.

We had a lot of fun for a while. Thankfully, she wasn't the kind of woman to stay at home--that's why she had kept working even though her "ex" had been doing quite well. A timely career move on my part to another company allowed me the opportunity to continue my former sexual hobbies, on a slightly diminished scale. In a couple of years, however, after our son was born, she made a major life change, and decided to stay home with him. My extracurricular activities were greatly curtailed when I could no longer exploit her work schedule, so pretty soon I became quite monogamous by default. Boy, did I start regretting that marriage! On the other hand, though, I adored my son, so I guess one has to live with the trade-offs.

By the time I was thirty, I had resigned myself to a "normal" life, with a three-year-old son and a stay-at-home, thirty-four year old wife who had seen better days. I came to the realization that life is what you make of it, so I decided to make a concerted effort to recharge my romantic relationship with Traci. In fact, as you may have observed, it hadn't been too romantic to begin with, so in many ways this was to be a true courting for the very first time. I started to take her on "dates" at least once, sometimes twice, a week. We'd go out to dinner, dancing, or maybe just for walks through Old Town Alexandria. The only obstacle to this was the chore of securing a babysitter. Finally, we discovered Mrs. Allerton, a sexagenarian widow who lived down the street from our home in Arlington. This worked out great, and before long, we were really enjoying a growing, loving relationship. I was finally content with my life, my wife, and my world.

After two years of this blissful routine, Mrs. Allerton slipped in her bathtub and broke her hip. She recovered, but decided to slow down a bit. Among other things, she felt she had to relinquish her babysitting activities. Word got around the neighborhood about a possible replacement, Sandy, a nineteen-year-old community college student at NOVA, who I discovered was not only responsible but also a smoking hot blonde. However, after a couple of weeks with her, I could tell that Traci was a little uncomfortable having such a cutie around. I guess part of her couldn't forget how her last marriage ended, since the secretary her "ex" had been banging had been only twenty. Kind of ironic, considering that she herself had been screwing a twenty-three-year-old "yours truly" at the time, but human rationalization never ceases to amaze me. In any case, as I have mentioned, I had become pretty content with my home situation, so I wasn't too disappointed to remove temptation from my house, either. But where would we find a babysitter?

We solved our problem with the help of Mrs. Allerton. It turns out that she had a thirteen-year-old granddaughter, Heidi, who was doing a little babysitting. Since my son was now five years old, and because Mrs. Allerton would be available down the block should Heidi run into any problems, we decided to try it out.

It worked out great. Heidi was a responsible young girl, and at thirteen she provided no distraction to my wife's insecurity or to my libido. At least at first.

Oh sure, she was a cute little seventh-grader, not a curve to her, eighty pounds in braces. She had long, light brown hair, big green eyes, and a perky little nose. A real cute kid, always working to do her best, be it at babysitting, in school, or even on her junior high school soccer team. My son, Brian, loved her, she loved the regular spending money, and we loved our continued freedom and peace of mind. Everything as it should be. For the first year.

Then she turned fourteen, lost her braces, and found puberty.

-o0o-

I guess I first noticed during the summer before her eighth grade year, when she arrived wearing a little tank top one evening. She had breasts! They were cute little cupcake titties, and she wasn't wearing a bra, so her precious little nipples were kind of poking through the thin material. I did a real double take at that.

A week or two later, she came over to watch Brian on a Saturday afternoon. She changed into the little one-piece swimsuit that she kept at our place so that she could watch Brian in our hot tub. I had seen her in that little blue suit many times, and never even looked twice. On this occasion, as she walked through the family room with Brian on her way to our deck and the hot tub, I found myself staring at the pert little fourteen-year-old ass encased in its tight blue wrapping. Her hips had the slightest teen-aged swell to them--that was new. Her buttocks globed out just a little bit more than last summer-- that was new. My prick twitched at the sight--now that was definitely new!

I heard Traci banging around upstairs. She was still getting ready for our antiquing excursion. After Heidi's innocent display, I suddenly felt very anxious. I got up from the couch and began pacing the room. Before I knew it, I found myself walking out onto the deck. What the hell am I doing out here? I thought to myself. Brian was sitting at the edge of the tub, dangling his feet in. Heidi was sitting down in the hot, swirling water, only her head exposed. She looked at me expectantly, her light brown hair up in a ponytail and a light sheen of sweat beading on her sweet little forehead.

"Uh, how's the water?" I asked, stumbling for something to say. "I've been having some trouble with the thermostat."

"Oh, it's great Mr. Johnson! Temperature's perfect!"

"Well, I'm glad it's working. Brian, don't you want to get in?" I asked, trying to redirect my thoughts away from the small, pouting heart-shaped mouth, which was only accentuated by the concealment of most of her body.

"Maybe," he giggled. He was at that stage when things like that are funny.

Heidi let out a little laugh, as musical as any I've ever heard, and then stood up, reaching for Brian. I had a great view, and I actually felt my stomach turn over in exquisite anguish at the sight. Her suit was slick with the water, which ran off her in several little streams. Her cute little breasts strained against the tight suit, which had been purchased to fit her before puberty had even crossed her mind. As she turned, I caught my breath--the suit had partially worked its way between her tight little buns, making each cheek into a separate shiny, wet, blue treasure. I again felt my cock swell, and I had actually taken an involuntary step forward when the door opened behind me and I almost jumped out of my skin.

"Mike, are you ready?" my wife startled me. My god, what was I doing? Did I come out here just to gawk at my fourteen-year old babysitter in the hot tub?

"Yeah, baby, just waiting for you."

She turned around and reentered the house, heading for the garage. I was about to follow when I heard Heidi say to Brian "You're lucky your Daddy has a hot tub for you to play in! I love the hot tub. I wish I had a Daddy who'd get me a hot tub!" She tickled Brian, who squealed happily.

The first thought through my mind was "I'd like to be your Daddy, you sweet little cunt", but what I said was almost as rash, under the circumstances. "Heidi, you're welcome to come over to use the tub any time you want, even if you're not here to babysit."

"Gee, thanks Mr. Johnson! That's awful nice of you!"

"Don't mention it Heidi, we love having you around," I answered, swinging around and heading after my wife before I got in any deeper. Yeah, I'm starting to really love having you around, particularly in your little suit, I thought to myself.

-o0o-

When Traci and I returned several hours later, Heidi had long since changed back into the little shorts and summer top she had arrived in. She still looked great, and I had to wonder whether my cock was destined to react at every sighting of her from now on. My wife paid her, and asked her if her mother would be picking her up. She often did, since she liked to visit her own mother, Mrs. Allerton, just a few blocks away, and swing by to pick up Heidi when she got the call from our house.

"Actually, my mom just started her second job a few days ago. She can come get me, but she's at home, not at Grandma's. She just got off work, I think."

"Oh, that's OK, Heidi, I can take you home," I quickly volunteered. "It's always been convenient to have your mother pick you up since she was in the neighborhood, but we can't expect her to make a special trip from Falls Church. It's part of the whole babysitting 'deal' that you get a ride home out of it, anyway. We'll take you home whenever you need it."

"That would be great, Mr. Johnson. I really appreciate it. My mom has been so tired these last few days, working two jobs." Heidi's father had abandoned her mother before Heidi was even born, and her mother was struggling to raise the youngster by herself. Poor kid, she'd never even met her father. I'd be happy to help her mom and her out with a simple ride home, I rationalized to myself. I wondered whether I would have volunteered so readily last year, before my penis started voting on "Heidi matters".

On the way to her house, I stopped by a Dairy Queen and got her a cone. Sure, I did it to please her, but I also enjoyed watching her lick that thing out of the corner of my eye. Was I a pervert? I know it sounds crazy for a man my age to feel urges over a fourteen year old girl, but she was so irresistibly cute!

I dropped her off at her house and watched her walk up the path to her front door. She walked with a barely perceptible swing in her little schoolgirl hips, and again I felt my prick react. Cut it out! I thought to myself, you're never going to get a piece of that, and thinking about it is only going to get you in trouble!

This observation didn't stop me, upon arriving back home, from heading straight for the guest bathroom. Sure enough, her little suit had been hung up to dry over the shower rod. I reached for it. It was dry. I took it in both hands, and sort of turned it inside out, exposing the little white panel in the crotch. I put it to my face and inhaled deeply. Through the bromine scent of the hot tub, I detected a slight tang of pussy. I growled under my breath, felt my cock lurch, tossed the suit back up on the rod, and went to find my wife. I gave her one of the soundest late-afternoon fuck sessions she had enjoyed since Brian's birth. Hey, I thought, I'm not that perverted. I may get my appetite from the sitter, but my wife's still the meal!

-o0o-

Over the next few weeks, I continued to torture myself over the sweet little babysitter. Usually, I'd only see her when she first arrived and when Traci and I returned home from wherever we'd gone. Often, I drove Heidi home, but I was careful to almost always wait until Traci specifically asked me to do the duty--I didn't need her getting any suspicious ideas. Luckily, Traci doesn't like to drive too much, particularly after a cocktail or two, so I often got the pleasurable chore.

Whenever I was near Heidi, I found reasons to touch her. An open hand on the small of her back as I opened the car door for her, an unnecessary playful mussing of her hair, a hand on her shoulder with a hearty "you're in charge" as Traci and I left for the evening. I rejoiced in any contact with the adorable little pixie, and Heidi also seemed to like the familiarity. A girl her age needs a father in her life, and I think that in his life-long absence she took comfort in what she interpreted as avuncular affection from me.

A couple of times, we had Heidi over to watch Brian even though we were at home. This was a great convenience for us, particularly on weekend afternoons, since we always had a lot of little things to do around the house, and having someone to mind our son made accomplishing them a little easier. Besides, my wife watched him all day, every day, during the week, so she liked having a little weekend liberty, too.

On one such weekend, I put my twisted plan into action. The sweet pubescent schoolgirl had been unwittingly jerking my life around--it was time to turn the tables on her.

I strategically placed a full laundry basket in the guest bathroom, under the towel rack. When Heidi arrived, she decided to take Brian out to the hot tub, so she went into the bathroom to change. After she had slipped her slender form into the spa (and after I had hungrily watched her do so from a second story window), I darted down to the bathroom. Sure enough, she had hung her clothes on the towel rack, including her little undies. I held them to my face. The aroma was fantastic, "eau de teen pussy", and I considered a quick masturbatory session right then and there, but that wasn't the plan right now. I dropped the panties and her shorts into the basket, but left her tank top on the rack. When she returned, she'd think they had just slipped off and into the basket. And that's all I did.

A week later, however, when she arrived wearing a miniskirt, I was glad I had established that "rational explanation". Again, I put a nearly full laundry basket under the towel rack. This time, while she was out in the tub, I took her panties and hid them in my toolbox in the garage, after giving them a lusty once-over with my happy nose (and, I'm almost embarrassed to add, with my tongue--the slight moisture in the crotch tasted like ambrosia). I then took the laundry basket down the hall and threw it in the washer, starting it up. Phase one, complete.

When Heidi got out of the hot tub, she spent a little extra time in the bathroom, looking for her panties, I imagine. She then quietly slipped out, (almost) fully dressed, and scurried for the laundry room. Smart girl, but you fell for it! After a few minutes, I heard her quietly ask my wife something in the kitchen, and I heard the response, "Oh, that's probably what happened dear. We'll check when the load is done. Don't worry."

Later, through the open door of my office/den, I watched Heidi playing a game with Brian. It had something to do with one of his action figure sets, I think. She kept smoothing down her skirt, taking extra care in how she sat, keeping my bouncy son at arm's length. I chuckled. Now for phase two.

"I've done enough work for a Saturday!" I announced as I strolled out into the living room. "Heidi, Brian, let's go into the back yard and play some Frisbee!"

Heidi was hesitant, but Brian shouted "Yippee! Yes Daddy, let's play!" so she had no choice but to join us. I had a very good time throwing the Frisbee a little too high, so she'd have to reach, or missing her completely so that she had to carefully bend down to pick it up. I caught a glimpse or two of an uncased bun, and once I saw her frontally quite high on her little slender thighs. Of course, I had seen more of her thighs every time she had been in her little blue bathing suit, but knowing that her bare pussy was so close to exposure made a world of difference to me. I'm sure it did to her, too. She was noticeably uncomfortable on several occasions. Sorry, you sweet little bitch, but that's what you get for being such a hottie! I gloated to myself.

Later, back inside, I heard my wife reply to another whispered question in the next room. "No honey, I didn't find them, but you know how the drier can be a black hole sometimes! I'm sure they'll turn up. You'll be OK, lots of women go without, and you'll be going home soon. I'd offer you a pair of mine, but I don't think they'd even stay up on you." That was for sure, I thought. There was no comparison between the substantial ass on the now-thirty-seven-year-old mother of my son and delicate bottom of this junior-high woman-child.

"I guess you're right," I heard Heidi respond. "Can Mr. Johnson take me home soon, though, I'm kind of embarrassed."

"Sure, he'll take you home right now. Mike! Can you take Heidi home?" she shouted loud enough for me to hear, even had I not already been eavesdropping. I waited a few moments and strolled into the room with them.

"No problem. Shall we go, my dear?" I said in a teasing, overly gallant tone to Heidi, who under the circumstances turned a little pink. Excellent. Begin phase three!

It was just starting to get dark as Heidi and I pulled out of my driveway. As we proceeded down the street, I reached over and put my hand on her little knee.

"What's the matter, Honey? You seem a little upset today. Is something wrong at home?"

She instinctively jerked her knees together. The funny part was that I was certain she wasn't reacting out of any fear of my intentions--I'd touched or patted her leg many times on the ride home in a seemingly innocent way. No, she was ashamed of her panty-less condition, and was afraid I'd find out about it!

"No, everything's fine." She slowly calmed. I felt the muscles in her leg relax, and her knees parted slightly. We pulled up to a stop sign, and I turned to face her.

"You know Heidi, it's got to be hard for a girl your age, especially when it's just you and your mom. Sometimes a girl needs a father to talk to, especially with all the changes that hit you about now." I smiled, made an obvious glance at her budding breasts, and then looked back into her big green eyes. I lifted my hand off her leg to give her a little play-punch on the chin, which brought an embarrassed smile to her cute little lips. Then I faced forward and drove on. "I just want you to know that Mrs. Johnson and I think a lot of you. We practically think of you as a daughter sometimes! Anytime you need a dad, I'd love to be there for you, and I'm sure Mrs. Johnson would be happy to act as a 'backup mom'."

"Gee Mr. Johnson, I'm glad to hear you say that. I really like you and Mrs. Johnson, and I sometimes think of you as my second parents. It's always made me feel kind of silly."

"There's nothing silly about it, sweetheart. If you have a problem, just let us know. If you need to talk to a dad, or need the kind of help only a dad can give you, just come to me." Yes, just come to me, you tasty little vixen!

Now for phase four. As we drove along a deserted street in residential south Arlington, we reached a stretch with a couple of vacant lots on the right side. A very large elm grew in one, leaning over the street. "Look at that big elm tree. You don't see them that big too often nowadays, most of the old ones have died from Dutch elm disease." As she glanced up I took advantage of the diversion to slip into neutral and turn my ignition key off. Of course, the car died, and we rolled to a stop under the tree.

"Damn! What happened?" I tried to start it up again, but since I had returned the automatic transmission to drive, the engine wouldn't budge. Of course, at fourteen, Heidi had no idea that all I needed to do was put the car in "park" to start it. I made a couple of feeble "attempts", making sure she noticed my heroic efforts, and gave up.

"Must've flooded it. The alternator's been acting up. I guess I've got to take this thing in to the dealer to get the air pressure checked," I babbled. "Well, I'll just let it sit for a minute and try again. In the meantime, might as well call the auto club." I called time and temperature on my cell phone, and carried on a short bogus conversation with the recording. I hung up and announced: "They'll be along in a few minutes. Hey, maybe we should have a 'father-daughter' talk while we wait?"

"Sure, why not, Mr. Johnson?"

"Honey, when we're having a father-daughter chat, maybe you should call me 'Dad', or 'Daddy', to make it more official."

"OK... 'Daddy'", she smiled. "What do fathers and daughters talk about, anyway?"

"Well, at your age, a father would often remark that you are turning into a lovely young woman. You're growing up so fast!" I reached over with both hands, and, grasping the hem of her little top, I pulled it down and taut against her chest, causing her bra-less tits to strain against the material. She caught her breath, looked down at her own petite breasts, and then looked up, wide-eyed, back at me. "You see, you're really growing up!"

"Yeah, they started to come in a couple of months ago. Gosh, this is embarrassing!"

"What is, Honey?"

"Talking to you like this, you know, about this stuff..."

"Oh really? Well then, I'm glad you decided to let me be your 'pretend dad' about these things! This is why a girl your age needs her father around. If you don't have one, what man can you ever talk to about this kind of thing?"

"Well, sometimes I ask my mom stuff."

"And you should. But I'll bet you're kind of embarrassed around boys a lot more nowadays, aren't you, in ways you haven't been before? Especially around boys you sort of like?"

"Yes, I am! Is that 'cause I don't have a father?"

"That's part of it, honey. One of a dad's jobs is to help his daughter be comfortable with her body and that 'stuff' when it comes to males. If you can't talk to your father about your cute little titties--and they are very cute, by the way--of course you're going to get flustered around boys when you notice them, noticing them ," I said, nodding towards her chest.

"Well, in that case, maybe I should tell you something embarrassing about that 'stuff'," Heidi confided. "You noticed I was acting kind of weird today? Well, when I was out in the hot tub, my panties fell in the laundry basket, and got thrown in the wash! Mrs. Johnson couldn't find them after she dried the clothes, so I don't have any panties on! I was so embarrassed, that's why I asked to go home early!"

Her admission made my cock once again spring to life. "Really? That's no reason to be embarrassed! Women go without panties all time! Heck, Mrs. Johnson goes without panties most of the time," I exaggerated. "Says it makes her feel 'free'. You see, this is one of those things you need a daddy to tell you about. Of course little girls always wear panties, but as they grow up, lots of times they feel sexier without any. You know, most college girls go without panties nearly everyday!" I affirmed, totally bullshitting out of thin air. I figured that a girl Heidi's age would find a college girl to be an excellent role model.

"Sexier? I'm too young to think about feeling 'sexy'," she replied, more as a question than a statement.

"Now I doubt that," I said. "Don't you ever get a funny feeling in your tummy around boys, or even when a grown man looks at you in a certain way?" She nodded, slowly. "That's feeling 'sexy'. I bet you felt kind of sexy today, walking around with no panties!"

"Yeah, I guess I did. Especially around you, Mr. Johnson, er ... Daddy. Is that weird?"

"No baby, that's perfectly natural. See, you are old enough to feel sexy. The fact that a grown man makes you feel 'kind of weird' just because you don't have panties on proves it. Just like those college girls--they sometimes go panty-free just to get that feeling. Now, if you think about it, that funny feeling is kind of nice, isn't it?"

"Yeah, it is. So that's why grown up girls don't wear panties sometimes?"

"Exactly. They just like to give themselves that sexy feeling. There's nothing wrong with it Heidi, it's very healthy."

"So, you think I'm like a college girl? Cool! But I'm not sexy or anything; I'm just a little kid. Look how small my breasts are!"

"They'll grow honey, and besides, I think your breasts are very sexy, just like they are. But the best way to tell if you're growing up is this: do you have any pubic hair yet?"

"Umm, ... I'm not sure."

"What do you mean?" I asked, thinking I knew exactly what she meant.

"Well, I'm not sure it's really pubic hair."

"There's only one way to know for sure. I'll check it for you." Phase five.

She started a bit as my hand reached into her lap, but apparently remembering that this sort of trust was supposedly "normal" for any girl who actually had a daddy, she said nothing. In fact, she parted her legs a little bit more for me. I placed my palm on her inner thigh. It was so soft, so tender. I slowly slid it up her leg, approaching her heated crotch. I slid my fingertips along the crease her slender leg made where it joined her torso, across her lower belly, and then down to the patch of peach fuzz above her junior high slit. My cock actually hurt as it strained against my jeans. I could feel it drooling pre-cum as I let my fingertips circle gently through the pubescent "bush". As her skirt covered my hand and her treasure, I couldn't see to say, but from the fine lightness I'd noticed of hair along her forearms, I guessed that the down of her sweet puss would still be very light-colored as well. I suspected that even up close, in good light, her wispy fuzz it would be nearly invisible. Of course, I p-lanned to verify that at the first opportunity, but unfortunately not yet.

She closed her eyes. I let my fingers drop just a bit, to lightly brush across her tight outer labia, and then back up to her tiny little clit. I heard a gasp escape her lips. I brushed my fingers back down along the slit, pausing near the bottom, pressing in a bit. I then removed my hand and sat back up in my seat. She opened her eyes, slightly surprised at the sudden stop, and looked at me expectantly.

"Yep, that's pubic hair on the way. It will grow in thicker and longer pretty soon, brown and curly, but you're definitely old enough to be 'sexy' right now. Let me guess something--I'll bet that felt pretty good when I was checking your pubic hair, didn't it?" She nodded. "Do you want to know how I knew?" Another nod. I held up my fingers. "This fluid is your pussy juice. Grown up girls secrete this when they feel sexy. You're feeling sexy right now."

"Wow, Mr. Johnson. You're exactly right! I wish I'd had a 'daddy' earlier. I'll bet all the girls at school already know all of this stuff."

"Probably, Heidi. One thing you need to know, though. Although almost every daddy helps his daughter learn this stuff, society has kind of a double standard. No one ever talks about it, as though it's something to be ashamed of! The worst part is that if a girl doesn't have a daddy, nobody cares that she can't learn it! In fact, do you realize that we could get into a lot of trouble just because I'm telling you and showing you father-daughter stuff and I'm not really your dad?"

"That's not fair! I don't even have a dad. How am I supposed to learn this stuff?"

"I know honey. I think society it full of crap sometimes. Don't worry, like I said, I'll be your dad when you need one. Just don't let anyone know that you're learning this stuff. If they know you don't have a dad, they'll try to figure out how you learned it. Then we could get in trouble for breaking their stupid, unfair rule."

"Oh, I won't let on to anyone! Thanks a lot for teaching me this stuff, Mr. Johnson. I really do feel like you're my dad! Gosh, that's really ridiculous that we could get in trouble. I can't believe it!"

"I know, Heidi. Nothing makes me angrier than some old fashioned rule that isn't fair for someone like you, someone who never did anyone any harm. I'm willing to take this small risk to try to fill in for you, but we should try to be discrete ... Damn," I said, changing the subject, "where's that auto club? I guess I can give it one more try." I slipped the transmission into park and easily started the car. "What do you know? I must have just flooded it. Let's get out of here before the auto club truck shows up and I have to pay them!" She laughed conspiratorially as we drove off.

When we got to her house, she leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. "Thanks ... Daddy". She started to get out when I stopped her.

"Heidi--one more thing. Mrs. Johnson is a little old fashioned. Even though her dad taught her all this stuff, I don't know how she'd feel about you learning from someone just filling in as your 'dad', even if it's me. We probably better just keep this between us for the time being."

"Sure," she replied as she got out. "I think my mom is a little old fashioned, too."

I drove home sniffing and licking my fingers.

-o0o-

A few days later, Heidi came over to watch Brian so that Traci and I could go see a movie. To be honest with you, I had been feeling a growing sense of anxiety in the intervening days. It wasn't self-disgust. If it weren't natural for a man to lust after a girl like Heidi, nature wouldn't have made her so sexy at fourteen years of age. And certainly not guilt--guilt would have kept me from masturbating the previous night with my nose buried in her purloined panties and my imagination focused on her downy "bush". No, rather it was a growing apprehension that Heidi, in the light of day, might begin to wonder at the validity of my "father-daughter session" bullshit. What if she asked her mother or grandmother about it, or even one of her little girlfriends? What if she regretted letting me "teach her" those things under my guise as her stand-in daddy? Would the police soon be knocking at my door?

When her mom dropped her off, I felt a sense of relief. Surely her mother would not be blithely dropping her daughter off if she thought anything were amiss. Heidi was again wearing a short skirt, this time with a knit top that bared her arms and her midriff. She looked yummy. She smiled at me when I opened the door, and looked like she was about to say something when Brian brushed past me and wrapped his arms around her legs.

"Heidi! Come see my new game!" She gave me a look that tried to say "kids!" as he dragged her past me to his room. A few moments later, Traci came downstairs. She called to Heidi that we were leaving and would be back about 9:30, and we left.

On the way home from the movie a couple hours later, my wife told me that she'd like to visit her old college roommate in New York during the upcoming weekend, and asked if I could keep Brian with me. This opportunity immediately grabbed my attention, so I tried to sound rather reluctant at first to cover my tracks.

"Well, honey, I have a big report to work on this weekend. Not only do I have to run back and forth to the office at least a couple of times, but also while I'm at home, I'll have to be working most of the time. Can't you take him with you?"

"Mike, I'd really like a weekend trip with my girlfriend, like the old days. Why don't we get Heidi to play 'nanny' for the weekend? I could ask her mother to let her stay the whole weekend, Friday through Sunday. She could stay in the guestroom. You know she can keep Brian out of your hair. She'll also like the opportunity to earn, what is it, forty-eight hours of babysitting wages?" "Well, I suppose that would work, as long as her mother thinks she's old enough to be away all weekend." I was glad it was dark in the car, or Traci might have seen the tent in my pants. The idea of that sweet little schoolgirl cunt prancing around my house all weekend, with my wife safely in New York, was intoxicating.

When we got home, Traci asked Heidi what she thought of the idea. Heidi blurted out a "That would be awesome!" so Traci called Heidi's mom and made it official. Then, to top off this evening of great news, Traci asked me to run Heidi home.

We were barely out of the driveway when Heidi gleefully made her confession. "I wanted to tell you when I got to your house, but Brian dragged me away. When I woke up this morning, I thought about what we talked about the other night. I decided not to wear any underwear today, and you were right, I felt really sexy all day! I'm not wearing any panties right now, either!"

I practically doubled over at this revelation, my hands gripping the wheel in an attempt to constrain my lust. "I told you so!" was all I could manage. Then she surprised me again.

"Could we stop on the way home? Feeling sexy all day has made me think of lots of questions I'd like to ask my 'daddy'. I mean, if you don't mind?"

"Sure, how about the same spot where we broke down the other day?"

A few minutes later we were again parked under the old elm tree by the vacant lot, a couple of miles from either of our homes. "OK, shoot. What do you want to know?"

"I know you said that I'm old enough to feel sexy when grown men are looking at me, but am I sexy enough to make men feel funny inside, too?"

"You sure are honey. I'm a man, and to me you're the cutest, sexiest little thing I've seen in a long time."

"You don't really think I'm sexy, do you? You're a grown man. You must like grown women, you know, women with large breasts, like Mrs. Johnson has. But I feel so funny inside when I'm near a grown man without my panties on. I felt funny when I walked past the construction guys working next door this morning, and I kind of feel funny right now, even with you. A man wouldn't really feel that away about me yet, would he?"

"Honey, I feel that way about you, especially when you tell me how sexy you feel without your panties. And I can prove it."

"How can prove how you feel inside?"

"A man can show how he feels. When a man gets that feeling, his genitals get erect. My genitals are erect right now, and it's because you're so sexy."

"You're kidding me! You're just saying that!"

"Want me to show you?"

"Yes!" she spat out excitedly. Without ceremony, I unbuttoned and unzipped my pants, and fished out my turgid cock. "Oh my god! It's so big! And that's 'cause I'm sexy?"

"It sure is, honey. If you pull up your skirt so I can see your little sexy pussy, it will get even bigger." Without hesitating, she pulled her skirt up, bunching it around her tiny waist. In the semi-darkness of the car, I couldn't make out any of the peach fuzz I'd felt the other night, so her pussy mound looked completely bare. Here outer lips looked taut and tidy, completely innocent and adorable. I groaned under my breath at the sight, and my prick twitched visibly, leaking fluid in abundance.

"It just got bigger!" I'm sure it didn't grow in any perceptible way--I had already been quite hard. However, she probably saw it move of its own accord when she exposed her pussy, so I had no intention of disabusing the cute little notion. "I can't believe how big it is. I saw a kid my age at the pool once when the other boys pulled his trunks down, his was tiny compared to yours!"

"Well, sweetheart, I am a grown man. That's why it's a good idea for daddies to teach their daughters about this stuff. A girl needs to know what a real, man-sized penis is like. If she's left on her own, she might get all kinds of bad information, just like you did."

"Can I touch it?"

I groaned silently again. "Sure honey. Anything you need to help you learn." She reached out cautiously, pulling her hand back once when, a mere inch away, she was surprised by an involuntary jerk in my yearning prick. She smiled at me nervously, and then reached again, this time gently wrapping her little fourteen-year-old hand around my pulsing manhood. I almost lost it right there.

"It's so hard! And soft, too! And it's warm, and I can feel it moving! Wow!" She had no idea that her exploratory handling of my cock, so tentative and gentle, felt fantastic. I could let her do this all day! "Are these your ... balls?"

"Yeah," I said, my voice suddenly husky, "take a look." I pulled my pants and underwear down past my knees and spread my legs a bit, in order to fully expose my scrotum. She took my shaft in her left hand to free her right hand to fondle my hanging balls. She cupped them gently, and I actually felt them begin to retract a bit in preparation for ejaculation. I was wondering whether I should let her continue or not, when suddenly she took both her hands away and sat up. Of course, the little eighth-grader couldn't know what kind of frustrated state that left me in.

"I'm so glad you're letting me learn this stuff! I can't believe that just because I don't have a dad, I almost thought a real penis looked like that little thing Timmy Newman had at the pool!" She sat there gazing at my still-quite rampant cock for a minute or two, and I enjoyed myself by gazing right back at her nearly hairless pussy, exposed delightfully by the posture she had assumed in her seat to face me. If I wasn't mistaken, a little dew was gathering in that crease. She suddenly broke our reverie.

"How's something that big ever going to fit inside something as small as my little ... my pussy? That's what you do when you're married, right?"

"Well yes, but most people do it long before they're married. When the time comes, you'll have no trouble getting it to fit. The key is finding someone who knows what he's doing. You can hurt yourself with an amateur, like that kid Timmy you mentioned, or one of his friends. Oh sure, he'd try to do it right for you, but if he didn't know what he was doing, even his little prick could hurt you the first time. Someday, unless you're unfortunate, an experienced man will be the first to show you how to fit a full-sized prick into your cute little pussy, and you'll love every minute of it. First of all, do you remember that pussy juice you produce when you're feeling sexy? That helps lubricate the process. So does this stuff leaking out of my prick--it's called 'pre-cum'. And let me give you a demonstration of how flexible this little miracle of yours can be."

I reached over and cupped her quivering mound, and then lightly slipped the tip of my middle finger into her tight little opening. As I suspected, she was quite wet. I began to gently massage her virgin cunt, slipping my fingertip in just an inch, swirling it around, and then bringing the slick digit out to run it up and down her slit. After a few cycles of this, I started including her tiny clit in the festivities. She leaned back and sighed, spreading her legs in encouragement. I happily continued my ministrations until she gasped, and I felt the mouth of her pussy contract slightly. At that instant, I brought a second finger into the act, pressing both of them in about an inch and a half.

"Wow! What was that feeling? It felt all tingly!"

"I think you had a mini-orgasm. A full orgasm feels even better, but I suspect you'll need to work up to that. I'm actually impressed. Most girls would have a hard time reaching even a mild orgasm this soon in their 'learning process'. But I want you to notice something else. I now have two fingers inside of you. I started with one. When treated right, your little pussy can stretch to accommodate even more, even a man's cock, all without any discomfort."

"That was neat! I've touched myself before, sort of, but it never felt as good as having your hand down there. And I never had an 'orgasm'."

"That will come with practice, honey, and you should practice. Masturbation (that's what you're talking about) is healthy and normal. Heck, I even think it's good for you! ... Well, I suppose we'd better get going. We've gone over a lot this evening. That is, unless you want to see what semen looks like?"

"Yes, please let me see that before we go! We learned about that in Health class, but I've never seen any." I chuckled to myself silently. As though I expected any other answer.

"OK, but since it's getting late, I need you to help me. Remember when you were touching my cock, sort of looking at it? I need you to do that some more."

She went to work, again, at my direction, cupping my balls with one hand and stoking the shaft lightly with the other. After playing with her hairless pussy for so long, I knew I'd pop quickly. In a few minutes I was shooting roping arcs of jism all over the dashboard, the steering wheel, my shirt, and even a little on Heidi's face. I was practically blind for a few seconds with the exquisite pleasure of it. Some of the later, less-powerful spurts rolled down my satisfied prick to coat her little hands.

"Gee, I can't believe how much came out!" she exclaimed, holding her messy hands up for inspection as I reached for some handy wipes in the glove compartment and began to clean up both us and the car.

"That's because you got me so excited, honey. I don't always cum so much, but you're so sexy that my balls generated an extra big load. Wait, there's a little drop on your cheek. Here, taste some." She licked the little bit of semen off my finger without comment. She probably thought that since I fed it to her, it was just part of the process. "Tonight was a great experience for me, too, honey. I don't have a daughter to teach this stuff to, at least not yet, so you're helping me learn how to teach it. You sure are learning fast."

After cleaning up, I raced to her house. I had to be careful not to have too much unaccounted-for time in my movements, or this newfound paradise could be jeopardized. This was unbelievable! When I dropped her off, she underscored my musings, with an excited "I had fun, thanks! I can't wait for this weekend. I get to play your nanny!"

-o0o-

Her mother dropped her off at the curb on Friday evening with a smile and a wave for me at the front door. Traci had already left for Dulles and her flight to New York, so it was just my son, the 'nanny', and 'daddy' for the whole weekend.

Heidi put her overnight bag in the guestroom and jumped right into a Nintendo game with Brian. Later, I ordered a pizza, and it was incredibly cute to watch the fourteen-year old babysitter try to take on the part of the "lady of the house". She set the table, fussed over the dirty dishes afterwards, and even offered to fetch me beers from the fridge during the meal, an offer I gladly accepted two or three times. Each time, she stood next to my chair, barely leaning against me as she opened the can to serve it, and each time my hand drifted up the back of her legs to gently cup her precious little ass under her skirt. Once again, she was panty-less, and the return pressure on my hand as it softly massaged her naked flesh told me a lot about the weekend ahead. I imagine she had no inkling of how much I had planned for her, but her obvious readiness to repeat our manual stimulation episode threw wide the door to my lewd imagination. Brian was busy eating his pepperoni pizza, one of his favorite meals, and was totally unaware of our inappropriate familiarity. At six, he probably would have thought nothing of it, anyway.

Brian asked Heidi to take him out to the hot tub after dinner, but I intercepted that idea with a proposal for miniature golf. We played until after dark at a course a few miles away, one we'd never been to before. I'm sure at this point that I don't need to tell you how much I enjoyed watching Heidi lean over to pick her ball up at the end of every hole, or how often I found excuses to touch her. Of course, any observers would have only seen a man with his two kids out on a Friday night, a positively wholesome image. When I imagined Heidi as they must have been, as my actual daughter, it just turned me on that much more.

As we drove back home in the dark, Brian couldn't see my hand on his babysitter's thigh from his seat in back. As we neared the house, she smiled knowingly when I told him: "We let you stay up late already, Brian, so I don't want you giving Heidi any trouble getting you into bed."

While she got him ready and into bed, I took a chilled bottle of white wine and a couple of glasses out by the hot tub, leaving all the exterior lights off. Then I walked across the yard to the closest privacy fence and looked back at the deck, just to make sure that from that distance in the dark, even someone trying to spy on the hot tub would see nothing. Back inside, I waited for my son's babysitter, the innocent little fourteen-year old schoolgirl trying to be so grown up, to finish tucking him in.

She returned to the living room in about ten minutes. "He must be really tuckered out. He's asleep already!"

"That's great, honey. Now you're on break from your babysitting job, and we can relax like adults." I noticed this made her smirk a little, proudly. "Every time you use the hot tub, you have to mind a six-year old boy. How about we have a relaxing, grown-up dip in the spa?"

"Sure! Let me go get my suit."

"You don't need a suit, sweetheart. It's dark out there, no one can see us, so we might as well go without." Before she could respond, I stripped down to nothing and wrapped a big towel around my waist. She picked up the second towel from the couch, and threw it over her shoulder. She then unsnapped her skirt at her hip and shimmied out of it. She wrapped the towel around herself up high, under her T-shirt, and then took that off as well. "Great, let's go! You won't tell your mom if I let you drink a little wine, will you? After all, this is 'grown-up' time."

A few minutes later, she and I were immersed in the tub, opposite each other, the towels crumpled up on the deck. She was sipping her first alcoholic drink ever, and was at least pretending to like it. I placed my drink up on the deck behind my head (the tub is sunk down into the deck), and instead drank in the sight of this adorable little cunt. Enough light leaked from the house that I could see her very well from this short distance. I ran my feet up and down her legs a bit, and she giggled.

"Can I tell you something? After you gave me that 'orgasm' the other night, I took your advice and decided to practice. I've played with my pussy every night since then, and I've had an orgasm every time! It doesn't feel as good when I do it to myself, but I still liked it."

"That's good, honey. Remember, the main purpose for me standing in as your 'dad' is to help you get comfortable with your body ... with your sexuality. If you like that kind of orgasm, I can show you a way to get one that feels a lot better. Would you like to try it?"

"Yes! Better than what you did the other night? I'm not sure I believe that!"

"Believe it. Here, sit up here." I stood up and arranged one of the towels to run from the edge of the tub back along the flush surface of the decking. I motioned for her to sit up on the edge of the tub, on the towel, and I crouched down in the water before her, gently pushing her knees apart.

She leaned back on her hands as I gently kissed each of her legs, working my way slowly up toward her nearly hairless schoolgirl slot. She spread he legs wider, and I started to tease her a little bit. I lingered along her soft inner thighs, sucking on her young flesh, licking and nipping at it. She grew fidgety, almost humping her little pussy at my face, especially when I moved up to work on both of the sensitive spots where her legs meet her body, first one side, then the other. I could hear a cute little grunt of frustration as I bypassed her pussy to nibble at her belly. Finally, when I felt I had toyed with her enough, I drew back momentarily and looked up into her face. It was actually scrunched up in desperation, and she had slid her pelvis so far forward that she was in danger of dropping back into the pool. The look on her face was begging me to finally make contact with her aching pussy, and my raging hard on was seconding the motion. I could resist neither supplicant, so I made my tongue as wide and flat as possible and ran it along her sopping wet slit from her asshole to her clit. She gasped out loud.

"Oh my god, that feels great!" I really went to work then, reaching around her slim hips to clutch her buns as I buried my face in her pubescent crotch. Her downy fuzz tickled my nose as I pulled myself further in between her thighs, causing her to lean back until she was lying back on the towel-covered deck. I lifted her legs up over my shoulders myself, but she started running her hands through my hair all on her own. As I felt her tension rise, I began to concentrate on her little clit, sucking it with my lips while I diddled it rapidly with the tip of my tongue. Occasionally, I'd slip my tongue down to her little hole to sample the flavor of her nectar, only to return to the clit. If there's one thing I enjoy, it's eating pussy. Eating my fourteen-year-old babysitter's girlcunt for the first time was the pinnacle of a lifetime of achievement in that arena.

When I felt her hands lock on to my head, I knew it was time. I sucked her clit into my mouth and held on as she clenched her little fists in my hair. She shouted out, grunting like an animal as a powerful orgasm wracked her body. I kept my mouth clamped to the joy button, stimulating it with my lips and tongue, carrying her through what seemed like three successive, distinct climaxes. When her writhing body finally calmed down, and her hands loosened their death grip on my hair, I released my hold, kissed her pussy once, and leaned back, more than a little pleased with myself.

-o0o-

My stiff cock bounced happily with every step I took as I carried the petite, naked, and temporarily enfeebled teenager through the house to the master bedroom, a bedroom I had been sharing with my wife since Heidi was Brian's age.

As I've already disclosed, I hadn't been completely faithful throughout the eight years of our marriage, but I had never literally defiled the nuptial bed. I'd taken those early dalliances elsewhere, and I'd been completely true to Traci for several years at this point. Now I intended to betray my wife's bed by seizing the virginity of a young girl who'd been in kindergarten on our wedding day. My prick ached.

Heidi had her arms around my neck, and a dreamy half smile on her face as we entered the bedroom. I pulled the white comforter back with one hand as I gently laid my delectable burden down among the pillows. I climbed in beside her and, believe it or not, kissed her fully on the lips for the first time. She responded eagerly, rousing herself from her post-orgasmic bliss, poking her little tongue back at mine. Again, her arms slipped around my neck.

It was incredible how erotic it felt to be kissing this young girl, despite the more obviously sexual activities we'd already engaged in. Hell, I'd eaten her hairless cunt before I'd ever really kissed her small, pouty mouth. Nevermind, we were making up for lost time now!

Her lips were soft, and yielding, and her big green eyes stared up into mine in what still looked like wide-eyed innocence. She'd close them whenever my tongue drove deep into her mouth, when she'd let out a sound that was more like a purr than anything else. I myself growled deep in my throat from the lust, as I lifted myself over her tiny form. We never broke our oral contact as I worked my knees between hers, as I spread her tender thighs, as I advanced my now throbbing manhood against the heavenly portal of her sex. Resting on my right elbow, with my left hand I gripped the base of my shaft and began to paint my weeping cockhead up and down her tight little slit.

I felt my whole body shaking with the lewd pleasure of this sensation. I could hold back no longer. I pushed my shaft down to the tight, soaking mouth of her junior high cunt and pressed it in. After a moment's resistance, the plum-shaped head of my raging cock slipped in. She tried to inhale, but she only managed to suck the air out of my covering mouth.

With my cock all lined up and wedged into the starting gate, my left hand was now free to slide up to her young tummy and onward to fondle her cupcake tits. Another first! I'd been so concentrated on her pussy until now that I had ignored her sweet little titties beyond the most incidental contact. They were tiny but perky--probably not even "A-cups", but they were capped with beautiful, gumdrop nipples that swelled with her excitement. I pinched one of them gently as I carefully "walked" my penis up into her virgin channel, slowly sliding my knees forward as my hips moved very slightly side-to-side, and forward, side-to-side, and forward, millimeter by millimeter.

I got about another inch in past my glans when I encountered resistance. My previous attentions had already taught me that she was free of any true hymen, and at this depth I would already have torn that. But a virginal sheath, never stretched by more than a finger (or two), can still attempt to defend itself. Attempt.

This was it. One last thrust would finalize my conquest, quench the fire that had been burning since that day several weeks before when I had first noticed her new breasts, her slim but girlish hips, her cute, inviting ass.

I had crept up enough now that my weight was resting on my left elbow, my left hand still fondling a yielding girl tit. I slid my right hand under her, to cup her little bottom. Jesus! I thought, I can hold her whole ass in one hand! I raised her pelvis up about an inch off the bed, paused a second, and struck the victory blow. I plunged my tongue deep into her mouth, twisted her left nipple, hard, dug my fingers into her ass flesh, and drove my cock through her gripping channel and into her sweetest depths!

My invading tongue choked off her cry, and the slight pain in her nipple distracted her somewhat from the sharp, momentary pain I drove my thick prick into its new home. Her body tensed for only a moment, her arms tightening around my neck, and then she relaxed. As I held myself motionless, soaking in the tight warmth of her sweet cunt, she slid her palms down my back, caressing her first lover.

I began to stroke. Slowly, just an inch out. Slowly, just an inch in. The fit was delicious. I raised myself up on my left hand to view the youngster's face as I lifted her bottom with my right to meet each gentle thrust. Soon, Heidi was humping up into me on her own, her hips undulating in an instinctual rhythm. Soft moans emanated from her now-freed mouth, whimpers of pleasure, "Hmm-oooh-nnng, oh Mr. Johnson, we're doing it, we're making love--mmm."

"We sure are, honey," I managed to breathe, now fully into long stroking the young teen's violated hole. I slowly pistoned in and out, laying in the entire length of my now glistening prick, then drawing it nearly all the way out. Every inch of me savored her clutching pussy, which welcomed my every in-stroke and resisted my every withdrawal.

"It's really starting to feel good, Mr. Johnson ... I ... I think I might get another orgasm..."

"Call me Daddy, Honey ... now be a good girl ... and come for Daddy ... go ahead, baby girl ... that's it..."

"Yes, Daddy ... yes ... YES ... ooh, it's happening Daddy, fuck me Daddy!" As she came, her already-tight cunt spasmed around my cock, driving me to a series of short, fast, slamming strokes. I pounded into her freshly deflowered pussy, grunting like a beast. Now both hands squeezed her schoolgirl ass, beating her cervix against my drilling weapon each time her girlish hips crashed into mine. I relentlessly drove into her, pushing her head back against the pillows and the headboard, nearly doubling her over as I reached that shattering moment, that sweet release, that hot and blinding rush, as blast after blast of my eager seed shot deep into her fourteen-year-old womb.

"Oh fuck yes!" I cried, "Daddy's fucking you baby, he's coming, oh you sweet little bitch! Right up your hot little cunt! You're mine, baby, oh you're mine!"

-o0o-

Sweat dripped off my exhausted body and on to hers below me, mixing with her own glistening sheen, as we lay coupled in the afterglow. I had never experienced such a satisfying orgasm, and I felt an incredible closeness and affection for the adolescent in my arms. My softening cock lay nestled in her pussy, soaking in its moist warmth. Her eyes shone with a lovelight as they looked up into mine. A tender smile touched her lips as she gently wiped a droplet of sweat from my forehead with one hand and stroked my chest with the other.

"I love you, Daddy."

-o0o-

I awoke the next morning to the smell of bacon cooking and to find myself alone. Of course, she had to get up before Brian found her in his mother's bed. Smart girl. I'd have to remember to mess up the guest bed before Traci got home!

Out in the kitchen I found my 'nanny' busy making breakfast for the three of us. I noticed, with some amusement, how she took on a more motherly air with Brian this morning. She felt all grown up, and I guess she had the right. Brian's daddy's semen was, after all, planted deep in her young womb.

I'll have to take some precautions about that, I thought. Although the very thought of impregnating the little teen made my prick spring to life, a pregnant fourteen-year-old would result in an investigation, and it wouldn't take much to lead it right to me.

After breakfast, once she'd posted Brian in front of his Saturday morning cartoons, I pulled her into my office. I held her face in both hands and planted a serious, prolonged kiss on her succulent mouth, and then pulled her into my lap.

"Honey, last night was wonderful. I hope we can keep making love for some time to come. But we do have to be careful. We have to make sure you don't get pregnant."

"Oh, don't worry about that, Mr. Johnson. The doctor put me on the pill because of how bad my cramps were when I started getting my period last spring. My mom calls them my "cramp pills', but the doctor told me they were birth control pills. I have to take them every day."

"Wow, that's good news." What a load off my mind! Though part of me regretted it, of course.

She giggled. "I bet Doctor Brown never thought his pills would be keeping me un-pregnant!"

"No, I suppose not, at least not yet. I have to admit something to you--what we did in bed last night goes beyond what most fathers teach their daughters. I don't think your doctor would have thought there was much need for the contraceptive aspects of the pills just yet."

"Yeah, I kinda figured we went a little farther than we were supposed to, you know, as father and daughter! But now that we have, we can't stop now, right Daddy? We're not just dad-and-kid anymore, we're lovers, right? It's almost too bad about the pills, though. I kind of liked the idea of getting pregnant. I really want to have a baby--that will prove I'm all grown up!"

"Sweetheart, you're fourteen. Believe me, you're not ready for that." How ironic that although I thought her plenty old enough for me to fuck, I knew she was far too young to make a mature decision about pregnancy.

"And another thing," I continued, "although I wish you could call me Mike, it would be pretty suspicious, and we have to keep this to ourselves. I need you to keep calling me Mr. Johnson, even when we're alone, just so you don't ever slip up in public." Yeah, and I need you to keep calling me Mr. Johnson because it makes my prick swell to be reminded of the vast difference in our ages, you little eighth-grade slut!

"But I like calling you Daddy, too."

"You can call me Daddy whenever my cock is in you, deal?"

-o0o-

That evening, Heidi learned how to suck cock, and got to try out two new positions--doggy style and "spoons". On Sunday, we were able to skulk off for a quick blow job before I loaded her and Brian into the car to go pick up Traci at the airport. Brian wanted to help pick up Mommy, and we could drop Heidi off at her home on our way back.

We all went into the baggage claim area to meet Traci, and on the ride back Heidi quizzed her about New York, sounding for all the world like the young girl she was. Traci asked about our weekend.

"So how was the nanny job, Heidi?"

"Great, it's lot's of fun sort of being in charge."

Traci smiled indulgently. "Great, maybe I can visit my friends more often."

"Well, I'll be available!" Heidi responded enthusiastically.

After we dropped Heidi off and got home, Traci told me about all about her friend's life, as though I cared, and then, in a very amused tone, said:

"You know, I think Heidi's getting a crush on you!"

-o0o-

Epilogue

Over the next few of years, I really did mentor Heidi as her stand-in father. She had an aptitude for math and computers, and I gave her the encouragement a girl needs to get ahead in that male-dominated direction. As a practicing engineer, I was the natural choice to tutor her and to help her with school projects. I'm pretty sure she came to realize how "uncommon" the father-daughter relationship I'd taught her was, but a young girl doesn't easily find fault in the man who's fucking her. Heidi's mom was delighted with how Traci and I had partially adopted her daughter, helping her enjoy experiences and have opportunities she might not otherwise. She looked forward to being able to send Heidi to college.

This mentoring gave me the opportunity to continue to screw the nubile teen at least once a week, even after she gave up babysitting for a "real" job at sixteen. I had become an accepted fixture at her high school, actually chaperoning a few dances and a couple of weekend-long girls soccer team trips. During these outings, I always kept the other kids out of trouble, and I always kept Heidi loaded down with my cum. Heidi's mom was so grateful for the help I was giving her daughter that I actually fucked her once in a while, too, although I was careful to ensure that Heidi never learned of this.

All of this allowed me to engineer the glorious capstone to this affair. When Heidi was seventeen, I told her to stop taking her pill. At this point, a little wiser and with dreams of college and a career, she was no longer so eager to have my baby, but I insisted. A seventeen-year-old girl will do anything she's told when she thinks she's in love, so it wasn't long before I'd planted my seed and made it stick.

As directed, she told her mother that it had happened on the college recruitment trip she'd taken to Penn State, a trip she'd been allowed to take "alone". Who knows, that may have been accurate--I had been on a "business" trip myself in Happy Valley that week!

Her mother came to me for advice--after all, I'd always been such a good influence in Heidi's life. How could a good girl like Heidi have let this happen? I commiserated, and then I strongly counseled her against terminating the pregnancy. Having already discussed it with Traci, I suggested she let us adopt the baby at birth, since we had never been able to conceive the second child we'd wanted. The fact that I occasionally threw her a fuck made her, like her daughter, easy to convince.

"I guess that would be for the best," she acquiesced. "That way Heidi can still go to college. It's always been my dream, and it sure would be a shame if she never made use of all that stuff you've been tutoring her on. The doctor says it's going to be a girl. Well, she'll have a good home, a good family. I know you'll treat her just like you've always treated Heidi."

I plan to!

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