Subject: Unexpected Incest
Story Codes: MF Mg oral incest father daughter
Diary Date: June 3, 2011
Author: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
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Summary
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Who really knows what goes on between family members behind closed doors?
Is that little girl clinging to her daddy having sex with him in her own
bed? Is the mom with the horny teenager son sucking his dick in private?
What about that brother and sister who seem so antagonistic? Is it just
a cover for the intimacy they actually share?
While in most cases I would say such matters are nobody’s business, what
do you do about it when you DO find out? To make it even more
complicated, what if you’re a sixth grade teacher and the girl you
suspect is having sex with her dad is one of your students? The law may
be pretty black and white about such matters but ethically and morally
it’s not nearly so clear-cut.
Table of Contents
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Chapter 1 – Behind Closed Doors
Chapter 2 – School Girls
Chapter 3 – Suspicions
Chapter 4 – Options?
Chapter 5 – Two Sides to Every Story
Chapter 6 - Getting Advice From My Fiancé - and More
Chapter 7 – Doing Some More Investigating
Chapter 1 – Behind Closed Doors
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The headlines scream, “Sexual predator kills eleven, hides them in his
house and back yard.”
“He was such a nice man. Quiet and always polite. I never dreamed he
could do such things.”
“But they seemed so... normal. How could we not know?
“Yeah, I always thought something was going on over there.”
“They just didn’t seem right.”
“I just didn't want to get involved.”
We’ve all seen the headlines and heard quotes such as these. How many
times have you seen the clueless neighbor being interviewed when someone
is exposed as being a serial killer or sexual pervert? Can people really
be so blind or are they choosing just not to see? How long anyone live
such disparate lives where their wholesome public version is so different
from their private one? Do any of us REALLY know what goes on in the
house next door when the blinds are closed?
Whatever “it” may be, it doesn’t have to be anything so evil as a Ted
Bundy. Is that hunk next door who is always showing off for all the
women really more interested in trolling the internet in search of little
boys? Is the seemingly naïve mouse of a housewife really a lustful
cougar after dark? Is your son’s basketball coach’s computer overflowing
with child porn? Does your daughter’s teacher peek up the girl’s skirts
under the bleachers during the pep rally?
When it comes right down to it, although any of these might say something
about a person’s character, does it really matter so long as it’s kept
private? Just because a guy has a bigger collection of panties and
pantyhose than his wife, does that mean he’s any less qualified to be a
deacon at his church if the only place he wears them is at home? Does
having a penchant for pics of little girls or boys have anything with a
guy’s ability to coach children so long as he just sticks to collecting
photos from on-line? Would you really care if your daughter played with
the kids of that mouse of a housewife if she only prowled as a cougar for
men at night in clubs?
If you ask me, it’s a lot like my position on fantasies. I’ve always
said that I believe that ANY fantasy, no matter how perverted or
distasteful, is “OK” so long as it remains just that - a fantasy. Now
that doesn’t mean that I necessarily share everyone’s fantasies or get
off from them. Indeed, I find many people’s fantasies downright
revolting but that I still defend their right to have them - just so I
don’t have to deal with them.
It’s when a person allows their fantasies to carry over into their real
lives that problems occur. The same goes with a person’s “private” life.
So long as it remains private, is it any of my business - or anyone
else’s for that matter?
Where the line starts to blur is when other people become involved. If
you think about that guy with his pantyhose collection, so long as he’s
the only one that knows about it, so what? But what happens when his
wife finds out? Ordinarily I would say it’s an issue between two adults
but what happens if his kids find out? How do he explain to his teenage
daughter or son when they see their dad in mommy’s panties or pantyhose?
So you see, it’s not so easy to categorize everything.
The line gets even fuzzier when kids are involved in adult situations
that go beyond mere clothing fetishes. Should children see their parents
naked? If that’s OK then should they be allowed to see their parents
masturbating? Going even further, how about their parents having sex?
If even all that’s OK then what if the family relationships become
incestual? Finally, if all that happens then what if other families or
people become involved? And so on and so on... Once the line from
fantasy to reality is crossed, where does it stop? Where SHOULD it stop?
To further complicate things... what if your personal convictions and
ethics differ from the those of your neighbor? For instance, I was
perfectly happy as a child being nude in the hot tub with my family but
what if a nosey neighbor had seen us and felt it was her civic duty to
report my parents to Child Services? In that case a situation where no
harm was being done would have turned into a something bad for everyone
involved. Wouldn’t it have been better for that neighbor to simply mind
her own business? Who is right? Who decides?
Sorry if I’m carrying on here but it all pertains directly to a personal
situation that I recently became involved in. I was faced with a
situation where despite whatever my personal convictions may have been or
whether anything harmful was actually being done, society had ruled it to
be “bad” and even made it illegal for me NOT to report such activity.
Yet if by following the law I knew I would actually cause more harm than
good, assuming any harm was even being inflicted in the first place,
should I do anything even if I was legally obligated to do so? Was it
worth endangering my own career to protect another family I barely knew?
How would I feel later if something bad WAS happening but I didn’t report
it?
It gets confusing enough just to think about so imagine how I felt when
one day I found myself face to face with exactly that sort of decision...
Chapter 2 – School Girls
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Sometimes when I sit in the middle of a crowded church I get a kick out
of looking around at all the people while I daydream about what they
would say if any of them had even a clue that my loving father sitting
right next to me has been fucking me for almost ten years now - not to
mention his sister-in-law and her daughter as well as his youngest niece.
Making it even better, often when we first take our seats my pussy is
still buzzing from having had his erect dick in me a mere ten or fifteen
minutes earlier. What would the soccer mom sitting right next to me say
if she knew my pussy was overflowing with his incestuous cum?
Well, the mere fact that we were sitting there without drawing any extra
attention was proof enough that nobody suspected a thing. Still,
sometimes I have to smile when we DO get a little more of a look than
usual like when my dad will have his arm around me with his hand a little
lower on my hip than most dad’s would be doing with their daughter. At
the same time I see other families and wonder if their daughter is
looking around thinking the same thoughts as me (or son???).
Church is by no means the only place where I enjoy watching people and
try to figure out who has a secret. Just about anywhere that families
congregate gives me ample opportunities to let my fertile imagination run
amok. Even when I’m teaching I sometimes look around the classroom,
seeking any indication that there may be something going on that someone
doesn’t want me to know about.
Teaching in a small Christian school definitely has its ups and downs.
On the Down side there is the low pay. It’s so low that sometimes I feel
more like a missionary than a professional teacher. The lack of benefits
can also be a bit daunting. Then of course we don’t get all the latest
technology or other bells and whistles that the larger and more affluent
public schools are blessed with.
On the positive side my class sizes are smaller, the parents are more
involved, the rules are more defined (although bit overly strict at
times, especially with regards to the dress code) and the kids in general
are more attentive and motivated. Overall the positives more than
outweigh the negatives so I think it’s not a bad deal to be where I am,
especially given that for the next school year I’ll be married so the pay
and benefits issues won’t be as much of an issue.
Regardless of whether you’re in a private or public school, teaching
today is so much more complicated than it used to be. As teachers we
aren’t just helping kids to learn anymore; if anything that’s just a
small part of my job description. Today we’re also given the
responsibility to act as surrogate parents, even if nobody wants to put
that in writing.
These days it seems any social or economic issue the kids face is somehow
MY responsibility to deal with them. If they don’t get a good score on a
test it’s not that they didn't study or that their parents are fighting
every minute at home causing the kids to be more worried about an
upcoming divorce than their grades. No, somehow it’s MY fault they don’t
learn.
Perhaps one of the more touchy and hardest to define areas has to do with
dealing with child abuse. When is a bruise caused by a fall on the
playground or a beating by an abusive father? Is she always quiet
because she’s overly shy or is it because her father rapes her every
night and she’s afraid to say anything? Are her clothes a bit tattered
because her family can’t afford new ones or from her trying to escape yet
another beating? When a child pulls away from their parent with fear in
their eyes, is it warranted or earned?
All I know is to make the wrong call, even once, can easily spell the
difference between a teaching career and the unemployment line. In some
cases it could even lead to a criminal record. For many years the
default position for most teachers was to ignore anything that wasn’t
directly connected to school activities. What happened at home, stayed
at home so don’t get involved.
Well, things have certainly changed. Today I’m not suppose to look the
other way, no matter what my personal convictions may be. In fact, the
State of Pennsylvania REQUIRES me to report even a mere suspicion of
child abuse. Failure to do so can lead to suspension or even revocation
of my teaching license, not to mention potential criminal charges.
Fortunately, so far in my career I’ve never had to face such
circumstances. The twenty or so kids I have in my classes come in all
shapes and sizes, mostly ranging from ten to twelve years old, but there
has never any of the warning signs of child abuse. Until recently, that
is... or so I thought.
Kaylyn was a girl in my sixth grade class. She was twelve years old with
a birthday coming in a couple of months making her one of the older kids
in my class. That’s important to note because when you’re talking this
age group it doesn’t take much of an age discrepancy to create radical
differences between kids. Although age isn't always the determining
factor, in this case Kaylyn was also by far one of the most developed;
she’d even started wearing a training bra back at the beginning of the
school year. It wasn't one of those thing I would’ve ever mentioned to
her, but as a teacher I try to keep tabs on the growth and development of
my students as often it has a direct impact on their learning. A girl
dealing with raging hormones and a rapidly developing body certainly
isn’t paying as much attention to her homework as she did before such
complications arose.
At our school the kids are required to wear “uniform clothing”. By that
I don’t mean the classic “catholic girl” uniform of skirt and knee-highs
that dominate so many male fantasies. In our case there is some variance
allowed for style and manufacturer to allow for parents to manage their
budgets, but essentially all the boys and girls dress pretty much the
same. Well, I mean the boys dress the same as the pother boys and the
girls the same as other girls.
Personally, I’m a huge fan of school uniforms in general as they minimize
the differences between social classes. As a former student I know that
I would’ve hated uniforms because I enjoyed dressing a little showier and
sluttier than most of the other girls. Still, within the age bracket I
was dealing with most of them weren't worried about such things - yet.
To be honest, in most cases it was the mothers I worried about more than
anything as they’re the ones out there buying their ten year-old daughter
outfits that would have had them arrested not all that many years ago.
I mention the dress code because it were designed such that girl’s
clothing would NOT to be revealing or form fitting. Thus as girls like
Kaylyn matured, it wasn’t as noticeable as it might have been had she
attended a public school. This was especially true in sixth grade
whereas had our school included older grades then perhaps it wouldn’t
have been so easy to hide the obvious.
Still, I couldn't help but notice for myself how quickly some girls
matured at younger ages and Kaylyn was definitely in one of the higher
percentile when it came to body development for her age. In some ways I
was even a little jealous of her as I had been at the opposite end of the
spectrum back when I was in sixth grade. I still have vivid memories of
how some of my friends had such incredible boobs (at least for their age)
while I was barely starting to show. It was so embarrassing!
Unfortunately for girls like Kaylyn, she had left most of the boys her
age in the dust so far as maturity goes. As a result if anything her
rapidly developing breasts and curving hips were the subject of teasing
more than appreciation. I felt sorry for her at times when I would catch
some little jerk taunting her about her new “titties”. Unfortunately
there is little you can do at that age but scold them and punish as
necessary but you can never stop human nature completely. It didn’t help
that she was dark-skinned, a result of a black father and white mother.
While we would all like to think that discrimination and racism is in the
past, someone forgot to tell the kids.
I noticed as the year progressed that Kaylyn seemed to become more
withdrawn and shy about her body, holding her books up to her chest
whenever possible as if that would keep anyone from noticing how they
were quickly pushing her dresses further out.
I also took notice that she was even doing the same when her father would
pick her up from school. Her mother had some high-powered sales job so
her dad was a stay-at-home father. Whether that was by choice or he
couldn't find a job I didn’t know for sure. All I knew was I had only
seen her mother twice and even then it was just for a brief handshake and
hello. I felt bad for Kaylyn and wanted to strangle the little jerks for
causing her to be embarrassed of her body to the point where she seemed
to shying away from any male, even her own dad.
When it came to the teasing the real shame, at least from my point of
view, was that Kaylyn was transforming like a butterfly into quite a
pretty young girl. Next year she would be going to a public school where
I was sure that the older boys would be much more appreciative of her
growing assets than the immature twelve year-olds who formed the oldest
male group at our school.
While she may not realize it now, what was causing her so much trouble
now would soon become her greatest weapon. I had no doubt that she would
be the one calling the shots! With only a couple of weeks to go in the
school year, I could only hope that she would make it through without
anything traumatic happening. Though as a teacher I wasn't suppose to
have favorites, Kaylyn had become one of those students I felt a special
care and concern for.
Chapter 3 - Suspicions
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It was the week before the Memorial Day holiday that I first thought
there might be more to Kaylyn that I’d thought. As usual, Kaylyn’s dad
dropped her off at school. I was watching the kids entering the school
from my window and I noticed she got out of the car quickly and started
towards the front door without a word to her dad when he called out to
her and made her come back to him. Although I couldn't make out what he
was saying, she looked really upset. When she entered my classroom I
noticed that her eyes were red as if she’d been crying. Naturally I went
to her and asked if everything was alright. She just shook her head and
turned away, going straight to her desk without a word.
This wasn’t the first time I’d noted that something was different with
Kaylyn but it was the first time it really drew my attention. In fifth
grade she’d been the typical bubbly little girl that squirmed in her seat
and never shut up. Throughout her year in sixth grade she had become
more withdrawn and shy but I’d attributed it more to do with the teasing
she was subjected to than anything else I could put a finger on. However
this morning she was downright sullen, not even lifting her eyes to me as
I taught. During recess she just stood off to the side, not talking to
the other girls and especially avoiding the boys.
The next day was a repeat performance and I felt sure that it must be
something more than just being yelled at by her parents or an argument
with a friend. Finally during the morning recess I went to her and asked
again if everything was OK. She insisted she was fine but her expression
said just the opposite. Something was bothering her... but what?
Then I remembered how she had looked with her father the previous morning
and took a shot in the dark. “Kaylyn, did your daddy tell you not to say
anything about what’s bothering you?”
The innocence and naivety of a young girl, even one maturing as quickly
as Kaylyn, cannot be underestimated. I could’ve asked her yet again if
everything was OK but she would’ve certainly continued to deny anything
was wrong. By asking her if she was told not to say something, it
allowed her to answer more truthfully without violating any instructions
she might have against such a disclosure. Good ole’ Psychology 101 pays
off again!
“Daddy said if I tell anyone the a bad man will hurt him,” she suddenly
said so softly I barely realized she had said anything.
Whoa! I’d been expecting something more along the lines of her being
grounded for not cleaning her room or something like that. It took all
my self-control to keep a smile on my face and not reveal my inner shock
as doing so would most certainly have made her retreat once again.
Instead, all my training regarding potential child abuse kicked in and I
gently probed a little more, trying to stay away from anything that would
cause her to have to make a direct answer as to what was happening at
home between her dad and her.
“You love your daddy, don’t you Kaylyn?”
She nodded, biting her lower lip and staring at her brown shoes or
something else equally interesting at floor level.
“You would do anything for your daddy to make him happy, wouldn’t you
Kaylyn?”
Again the nod without looking away from whatever was so important on the
ground.
“I bet you’re a really good girl for your daddy, aren’t you Kaylyn. You
do anything he asks. Am I right?”
“Yeah... Daddy says I’m his precious,” she murmured softly, a slight
smile coming to her face.
Just then the whistle blew and the kids came running back for class.
Kaylyn turned to join them and I let her go, a million unanswered
questions at the tip of my tongue. My suspicions were certainly been
raised but in all fairness to her dad, nothing she’d said could be used
to prosecute him assuming there was anything in wrong the first place.
After all, what girl her age didn't love her daddy? What could be wrong
with her wanting to please her him? Didn't most every dad have a pet
nickname for his daughter? My dad always called me his “baby” and STILL
does even though I’m now 26.
The key factor for me was not in the questions and answers themselves but
rather in how she answered them. It’s much like reading e-mails where
the same sentence can be read by ten people and mean something different
to each of them depending on what inflections they use when how they say
it aloud. I was once her age, albeit fourteen years ago, but I can
clearly remember that I would’ve done almost anything my dad asked me to.
OK, so maybe cleaning my room was a constant sore spot but you know what
I mean.
As a matter of fact, had it not been for my mother’s overly protective
nature, those “requests” could have been much more intimate than they
were. Was Kaylyn’s mother as diligent as mine had been when it came to
monitoring her husband’s feelings and needs for his daughter? For that
matter, was she even aware of what was going on - assuming anything was
in the first place? Again, was there anything she needed to be aware of
in the first place or was I just letting my prolific imagination run
wild?
I didn't have another opportunity to talk to Kaylyn privately until lunch
at which time I asked her to stay in the classroom with me while the
other kids went to the lunchroom, supposedly to help me with something or
another. She seemed nervous, probably worried that she’d done something
wrong, so I quickly put her at ease. There wasn't a lot of time before
someone would question where we were so I got straight to the point, or
at least in as short a path as I could take under the circumstances. I’d
had enough training drilled into me to have a pretty good idea of where
to direct the discussion.
“I just want you to know Kaylyn that it’s wonderful that you love your
daddy so much and that you work so hard to please him,” I said, taking a
seat at the desk next to hers, “You know... not every girl is such a good
girl as you are.”
She smiled shyly at me, then looked down at her desktop.
“Does your daddy give your presents when you’re especially good?”
At that she smiled more and her eyes lit up but she didn’t answer.
“What kind of presents are your favorite that he gives you?”
She glanced around then looked shy again but I just smiled at her and
waited patiently for her to work it out herself.
“I like it when he buys me pretty clothes.”
“Oh that’s nice,” I encouraged her, “Did he buy you a pretty dress?”
She shook her head but didn't answer. For a moment I thought she was
going to retreat back into her shell again and I hoped that I hadn’t
pushed too hard.
“I bet he likes you to wear them for him, doesn’t he,” I said as an image
starting to go through my mind.
Kaylyn just nodded again but a thin smile began to reappear. I was
tempted to ask her if her mom had ever seen her in those clothes but if I
was right, then I was pretty sure what the answer was already. If I was
wrong, then it didn't matter anyway so I decided to not push her too
much.
“You know Kaylyn, when I was your age my daddy use to take pictures of me
when I wore special outfits that he bought for me. Does your daddy like
to do that when you wear special clothes just for him?”
Her eyes brightened again at that. Once again I could relate to her
response. Indeed, my dad DID take pics of me when I was her age wearing
all sorts of outfits. I always loved wearing the ones he gave me the
most when he took the photos because I could tell it made him happier
when I wore those. Just as Kaylyn seemed to enjoy posing for her dad, I
loved it myself when I was her age. The key was that’s ALL my dad did
when I was her age - take pictures. The difference was that somehow I
was getting the impression that Kaylyn’s dad was doing more than making
it a Kodak moment.
Just then my co-teacher popped her head in the classroom door, asking me
if everything was OK. I assured her that all was well and that we were
just finishing up. Kaylyn took it to mean we WERE done and she rushed
out to join her friends without looking back or saying a word. My co-
teacher watched her fly by and I could see the questions in her eyes but
she didn't press me on the issue.
The next day Kaylyn’s dad dropped her off at school as always but this
time I didn't see anything going on between them. Indeed, she even
kissed him on the cheek when he leaned over to hug her goodbye. Any
signs of tension or distress were clearly gone. Hmmmmmm, had I misread
the earlier situation? Was she just being temperamental, as it seems all
girls her age get to be at times? All the answers she’d given to me as
far could be read a number of ways, most of which would never have held
up in court. So what if she liked to please her dad? Just about every
normal girl her age does. OK, so he buys her pretty clothes and takes
pictures of her wearing them. We’d never discussed what kind of clothes
they were. Sure they were “special” but at her age that could mean just
about anything that her dad bought her. To a twelve year-old girl
panties with Hannah Montana on them could be just as special as a sheer
thong.
If I was to follow the letter of the law, even though I didn't have any
“proof” even the mere suspicion of anything between Kaylyn and her dad
had to be reported. However, doing so would inevitably end up with the
police involved and could potentially turn totally innocent situation
into something that could ruin their family no matter what the actual
conditions were. It’s the case where no matter what the final results
were, nobody would ever forget the accusation and most would assume
“something” was going on and he just beat the system rather than allow
that he was actually innocent of the charges.
Given the potential for harm, even though it was a professional risk for
me I just couldn't say anything to anyone until I had more to go on. In
any case Kaylyn seemed to be in a much better mood today but I still
noted that during recess she retreated off to her own little world. Thus
I decided to see if she would be more talkative today.
“Hi Kaylyn, you seem happier today,” I greeted her. She looked up at me
and smiled, not nearly so forced as she had been the day before.
“Let me guess why you’re so happy,” I said in an off-hand manner, trying
not to threaten her in any way, “Did you make your daddy happy last
night?”
She seemed more trusting in me today and I noticed her eyes didn’t avert
to the ground nearly as quickly. She nodded and shrugged her shoulders a
little.
“Did he take pictures of you?”
Again she nodded so I followed up with, “In one of the special outfits he
bought you?”
Another nod but this time she grinned a little despite herself and then
seemed to be a little embarrassed.
“Has your mommy seen you in those outfits?”
Kaylyn’s eyes widened and she shook her head quickly - too quickly for my
sensibilities. Obviously her mom hadn’t seen her in the “special”
clothes her dad was buying her. Just as obvious she didn’t WANT her mom
to see her so I didn’t press the issue of her mother any further. At the
same time her silence was becoming a little bit frustrating as well so I
took a shot using a technique I often use when chatting with people I
suspect are fakes to draw out information from them. My father the
lawyer would be no doubt appalled at such leading questions but then why
not use the technique if it works?
“So Kaylyn, does your daddy take off your clothes or does he like it
better when you do it so he can watch?”
In asking it this way, I was subtly (or maybe not so very subtle) boxing
her in to answer the question using only the options I gave her. Like I
said, I often do this with guys who chat with me, offering leading
questions to see how they respond. All too often they will choose one of
the two options rather than have to make up their own story about what
they claim to have happened. If my suspicions were wrong, then Kaylyn
would object and tell me the truth. If I was right, then odds were one
of the two answers were correct and she would naturally go along with the
true one rather than protest about answering such a question.
“He likes me to do it,” she said, putting her hand over her mouth as if
by me not seeing her lips moving it was somehow not her saying it.
In any case, my ploy worked. It just goes to show that open-ended
questions rarely work but by asking leading questions that allow for only
specific options then you can get more specific answers. In any case
that was enough questions for one day. I could tell from the way she was
fidgeting and looking at the ground that that Kaylyn was becoming
uncomfortable with the line of questioning so I let it go... for now at
least.
As she walked away I couldn't help but look at her and wonder. She WAS
incredibly cute and definitely mature for her age - at least mature from
a physical perspective. It seemed obvious to me that her bodily assets
were developing faster than her mental ones which could prove to be
irresistible to some men with desires for young girls. Given my
experiences with my father I should know if anyone did. My father did
much the same as what it appeared that Kaylyn’s did. I remember opening
his presents and the thrill it gave me to try on a new outfit. I never
questioned the fact that they became more and more suggestive and lewd as
I got older. All I knew was that it made my dad happy to see me wearing
them and what young girl doesn’t want to please her daddy?
The one difference between my experiences and Kaylyn’s were that my dad
didn't have me strip for him at her age. THAT didn't start until we
started having sex and even then I was a little more than three years
older than Kaylyn was now. Do I really have to say that there’s a BIG
difference between a sixteen year-old girl and a twelve, almost thirteen
year-old? So that left me wondering. If Kaylyn’s dad was pushing her to
undress for him at such a young age, was it just to see her naked or was
it because they were already having sex?
Watching Kaylyn in class afterwards I couldn't help but think about her
and what might be happening at home - or not for that matter. She seemed
so innocent and naïve sitting at her desk, working diligently on her
assignment. No doubt she could have passed for being fourteen or even
fifteen. Indeed, her boobs were already more developed than mine had
been when I started having sex at the ripe old age of fourteen. The
frumpy dress mostly hid them but not nearly as completely as they had
just a few months ago.
My mind wandered as I wondered what type of outfits her dad bought for
her. I even caught myself imagining what she might look like in a cute
teddy but quickly wiped that from my thoughts! The last thing I needed
was to start fantasizing about one of my students.
Chapter 4 – Options?
====================
My curiosity was killing me yet at the same time I had to ask myself did
I really want to know more than I already did? Even now I most likely
knew enough that if an investigation were ever initiated I could be held
liable for not bringing my suspicions up with the school officials and
the police. True, I didn't really know anything in detail, but from what
Kaylyn had told me so far it was obvious that SOMETHING was going on at
home between her and her dad that wouldn’t have been acceptable to
society in general. Even if it as just modeling suggestive outfits and
eventually taking them off, that was enough to get me busted for
withholding evidence.
In the end it came down to one of three options...
Option 1: I could leave things as they were and hope that nothing ever
became public which would cause questions to be asked of the adults who
interacted with her - such as her teachers, including me. I suppose I
could always plead that she misunderstood the extent of what she had told
me and I’d assumed that nothing was going on at home. That would mean
not asking her anything else about what was going on at home as well as
I’d already most likely crossed the line in terms of suspecting something
was happening and not turning it in to the authorities.
Option 2: This one was a lot safer - at least from a strictly selfish
point of view. All I had to do was to go to my school administrator and
explain to him what I suspected. Then he would be responsible for
contacting the authorities and launching an investigation. At best it
would prove awkward if nothing WAS going on. Still, it would hold me
blameless if something WAS going on. The problem was that if nothing was
happening and it was just Kaylyn’s overactive imagination at work, then I
could be the cause of a lot of tension between Kaylyn’s parents, maybe
even leading to a divorce. Even worse, what if a vengeful father started
looking closer into MY life?
Option 3: This one was the riskiest but also potentially the most
interesting. I could continue to do an informal investigation on my own,
basically continuing on with what I’d already started. Outside of the
group that my dad and aunt were involved with, and ignoring the people I
interacted with on the Internet, I really didn’t personally know all that
many people outside of my family that were involved with incest. Of
course I didn’t know for a fact that Kaylyn WAS involved with her father
but that was what made it potentially interesting.
Three options, three very different potential outcomes. Of course the
SAFEST, at least of me, was to turn this all over to the authorities as
the law required. Most likely the BEST was the first option, and that
was to just leave things as they were and stop sticking my nose where it
didn't belong. The most INTERESTING was to continue my private
investigation.
Really, if I was honest with myself, there was no reason NOT to go with
the “best” option. Turning her father in might be the proper legal thing
to do but the potential damage to their family was enormous making it
just too risky for me. If indeed there was nothing actually happening
and it was just Kaylyn exaggerating things then it would be like telling
the jury to ignore the witness’s last statement. Of course people would
find out that I’d tuned them in so even if the outcome was nothing was
wrong, nobody could ever completely erase the damage of the accusation.
Could I live with myself if I was the cause of their family breaking
apart just so I could keep myself in the safest legal position?
If I didn't take the “safe” option, then what was there really for me to
gain by digging any deeper? It’s not like I was personally attracted to
Kaylyn and was looking for something that would lead to my becoming
involved sexually with her. Sure she was cute but then so were many
girls her age. Recognizing her sexuality, even allowing my fantasies to
get carried away was NOT even close to actually wanting to do anything
with her in that way. I’ve often said that I believe fantasies should be
unlimited but that there was a line between fantasy and reality that
should never be crossed.
What if I found out for certain that Kaylyn was having sex with her
father? Even if it wasn’t sex but just voyeurism on the part of her
father, what possibly good could come from me knowing about it? Was I so
curious that I would want to see for myself? The answer to that is an
emphatic NO! Would it make my fantasies any more compelling to know it
was REALLY happening versus just thinking about what MIGHT be going on
between Kaylyn and her dad? Not really. Even if her mom knew about more
than Kaylyn realized, that wasn't going to make ME get off any more than
I already did now when I was home masturbating thinking about Kaylyn and
her dad.
Actually, my biggest concern was more that if I pushed her further that
Kaylyn might say something to her dad about it and who knew where THAT
might lead. If everything was innocent, how might her parents react to
her teacher asking her about her family life, especially from a sexual
perspective? If her father WAS having sex with her, might it scare him
into doing something, even if I couldn’t imagine what that something
might be?
Pushing Kaylyn any further was too risky so If I was going to find out
anything there was just one person to talk to - her dad.
Chapter 5 – Two Sides to Every Story
====================================
Due to my other responsibilities I wasn't able to watch for Kaylyn and
her dad until the following Friday. That morning I waited outside the
school, pacing back and forth nervously as I waited for Kaylyn and her
dad to show up. Our school doesn’t have busses so all the kids arrive by
car. Some carpool but most come individually. I’d never seen Kaylyn
with any other parents or any other kids riding with her and her dad.
That wasn’t unusual as most of the parents drove their own kids.
All the previous night I’d debated whether to not to do this and now the
moment of truth was about to arrive. Would I be able to pull this off
without causing a scene? Would I even have the courage in the end to say
anything to her dad?
Before I went to bed I’d laid there thinking about the things she’d told
me. As I thought of her dressing in some sexy little outfit for her dad,
it reminded me of some of the ones my dad had bought for me when I was
her age and the things I’d done with him while wearing them. As I said,
when I was twelve I wasn't even thinking about having sex with my dad.
Thus it wasn't like I was doing a strip tease for him to follow me back
to my room or anything crazy like that. Still, I realize now how much of
a flirty tease I was back then without even trying. Knowing what I do
now, I can only imagine how hard it must have been for my dad to heed my
mother’s edicts regarding her no-sex policy when it came to him and me.
Some people might question why a preteen girl would agree to do such
things for her father as most girls around that age are shy about their
bodies to say the least. Actually it’s really not that hard to
understand the incentive for a young girl to do just about ANYTHING if
she thinks it’s something that her father wants. When it comes to girls
I can't say that such feelings apply to mothers as much as it does
fathers but I think that’s because moms and daughters have to interact on
so many other levels as well whereas dads tend to treat their daughters
like little princesses.
This was also a time when so many things in a girl’s life are changing,
especially with regards to her body and emotions. Looking in the mirror,
there are the obvious changes and along with them the resulting concerns
as to whether or not she looks good. Who better to boost her ego and
flatter her in a non- threatening way than her own father? If he buys
her clothes that make her look and feel special, then why wouldn’t she
want to model them for him and be on the receiving end of his flattery
and compliments? So what if he gets an erection and maybe even tries to
look at her in ways that “good” fathers shouldn’t. All I know is that
when my dad looked at me that I way it made me feel really good. I
figured that if my own dad can feel that way about me, then I could just
imagine how the other boys and men did!
I’d laid in bed for most of last night masturbating myself slowly as I
remembered how good it made me feel to walk out of my bedroom in a brand
new outfit with the tags still hanging from it, entering the living room
or bedroom where my dad would be waiting anxiously for me. Sometimes I
was nervous, or more self-conscious I would say, especially when the
outfit was super revealing.
Still, those feelings would almost always quickly fade away when he saw
me and urged me to come into the room. The look on his face as I drew
closer always made me feel so special. I loved the way he would stare at
my body, sometime even touching himself when he couldn’t totally control
his reactions. I could be so self-conscious at times but when he looked
at me that way I felt like I was the most beautiful girl in the world.
Sometime my dad would have me sit on his lap and I remembered how I would
tingle all over when I felt feel his erection pressing up against my
bottom through his shorts. There wasn’t anything overtly sexual about
it, at least so far as I was concerned. For me I just felt good knowing
that my dad thought I was hot enough to get excited over. I wondered of
Kaylyn felt that way when she sat on her dad’s lap... if she even did.
If so then did she realize what it meant when she felt that thing poking
up against her?
My pussy felt so hot and wet as I rubbed myself, imagining all the while
how Kaylyn might look rubbing her little bottom against her dad’s crotch,
squirming in his lap as she felt him growing stiffer under her. Did he
reach around her to cup her growing breasts in his large hands through
the sheer top he’d picked out special just for her? Did her sensitive
nipples harden with the light touch of her father’s hands against her?
OMG, did his hardening dick push up against her little pussy, making her
instinctively wiggle even more against him? Did her panties
“accidentally” move to the side, allowing the smooth head of his erect
cock to press against her curious pussy as it throbbed and felt like it
never had before? Did he start to push just a little inside of her,
trying desperately to fight through the fierce resistance of her virgin
pussy? What did she whisper to her daddy when she felt the tip of his
dick start to push inside of her? Did it excite her when eventually he
pushed more of it inside of her pussy?
Wow, talk about an orgasm! I was so freaking horny by that time it was
over all I could do was to stay on top of the bed and not jump up and
call him to come over and fuck me. My mind was racing with fantasies as
I wondered what it would be like to lick his incestuous cum out of his
daughter’s freshly fucked pussy? What would she taste like? Would she
kiss me afterwards and share her father’s cum with me, swallowing it down
together with me as her father looked on?
Of course it was all fantasy but still as I paced back and forth waiting
for her to show up I was being fidgety not only by my nervousness over
asking her dad about things between him and his daughter, but also by my
lingering fantasies of him fucking me in front of her. Of course I
should never have been even thinking such thoughts at all but who can
stop them? It’s like telling someone NOT to think about pink elephants
and then all they can do is think about them!
It was crazy to be standing out in front of school in my coat and long
dress, waiting for Kaylyn and feeling horny as heck. Talk about letting
your inner feelings take control! I was about one step from ducking
inside to the restroom to take care of my growing “problem” when a
familiar car drove up and I saw it was Kaylyn and her dad. Thank God...
Finally! Then again, I almost wished they were another fifteen minutes
late.
Taking a deep breath, I quickly moved to the car where it looked like
Kaylyn was saying goodbye to her dad. I helped open the door for her and
she looked surprised to see me, not to mention her dad as well.
“Good morning Mr. Smith,” I said to him as I gave Kaylyn a quick hug
before letting her go by to join her classmates. (Of course that’s not
his real name!)
“Well good morning yourself Miss Kelly... and you can call me Jerome,” he
responded, looking at me with a touch of curiosity. (Again, that’s not
his real first name for obvious reasons.)
I explained to Jerome that I wanted to discuss some of Kaylyn’s schoolwork
if he had a few minutes. He looked concerned and I felt a little guilty
as he likely thought something was wrong with her homework or test
scores. Actually nothing could further from the truth as she was
consistently one of the top students in her class. Jerome parked his car
and soon met me on the steps. It was quite 1chilly so I offered for him
to join me in one of the spare classrooms. He agreed and followed me to
one of the unused rooms where I quickly closed the door behind us before
anyone saw us.
“OK, so what’s this all about?” he asked, leaning back against the large
desk in the room as he looked around the empty room.
Wow, it was like my mind went blank. I hate to admit this but I felt a
little intimidated by this tall black guy who I was now facing along in
an empty classroom. He was by no means ugly and looked like he spent
some quality time at the gym. One thing I noted was his head was shaved
which wasn’t a big turn- on for me but then it was better than those guys
who cut it down to a bare minimum growth and then left it that way. For
just a moment I wondered if he was shaved elsewhere as well but then I
quickly put those thoughts aside.
I’d rehearsed this numerous times and thought I was ready but then my
nerves took control and my mind went completely blank. I stammered for a
moment and then just blurted out the first thing that came to my mind.
“Are you having sex with your daughter?”
OMG, I actually said that out loud! My face immediately reddened and I
realized how absurd it must sound for me to make such an accusation right
out of the blue. Totally embarrassed now, I just wanted to sink right
through the floor or run out of the room and never talk to him again.
Instead I just stood there, waiting for him to respond as if I was frozen
to the floor.
Jerome just looked at me, his eyes practically boring holes right through
me. I was expecting a quick response like asking me if I was crazy or at
least some sort of indignation but he just stood there staring at me with
his eyes roaming up and down me and then back to my eyes again, as if he
was trying to read my mind. This went on like that for almost a minute
and I was starting to wonder if I’d better say something but then it was
like he made up his mind and he answered my accusation.
“As a matter of fact... yes I do... and as you apparently already know
about it then why are you asking me?” he answered back in a matter-of-
fact tone. It was if I had asked him some simple question like what his
phone number was or something like that..
Wow, did he REALLY say that? He caught me totally off guard. I’d
rehearsed all sorts of responses to about every type of protest that I
imagined that he might make but never once did I expect him to come right
out and admit it. Heck, I wasn't even sure he WAS doing it in the first
place.
“Ummmmm, really?” was all I could get out, feeling myself redden even
more from the way I was stumbling around this like some amateur sleuth.
“I’m figuring that you’ve been talking to her and she told you or you
wouldn’t be asking me such a question in the first place,” he said,
keeping so utterly calm it was surreal. “So... now that I’ve answered
YOUR question it’s MY turn to ask a question. Why are you asking me such
a question in the first place when you already know the answer?”
Frankly, I was starting to wonder the same thing myself. Now where did I
take this? What had I gotten myself mixed up with? HE was the one who
was suppose to be on the defensive, not me.
“Well as her teacher I have a responsibility...,” I started to say but he
cut me off abruptly.
“Sorry, not buying it,” he said, shaking his head slowly, “If that was
the case we wouldn’t be talking alone in this empty classroom. No... I
suspect it would be in some dingy room at the police station.”
Then he tilted his head like a dog when it seems to be listening to you,
staring at me intently. I was too shaken to say another word so
fortunately he took over the conversation.
“Hmmmmmm, let me take a wild guess... I bet you had sex with YOUR father
at my daughter’s age, am I right?”
I shook my head, not trusting myself to answer verbally. His eyebrows
raised as if he was either surprised at my response or disappointed.
“Alright, so be it... but I bet you have at some time or another... am I
right?”
This time I didn't answer or move my head but he wasn't fooled.
“Ahhhhhh, so you did... and now I’m guessing that you’re turned on
because I’m screwing my own daughter like your dad did you... yes?”
He had me pegged but I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of
knowing that, or at least I wasn't going to confirm it.
“So what’s this REALLY about Kelly... do you want to join in? Hmmmmmm,
maybe you have a thing for young girls? Do you want some of my daughter
for yourself?”
The way my eyes widened and the astonished look on my face was probably
my best answer. Jerome laughed and shook his head at me.
“OK, so maybe that was pushing it a little. So what is it? Are you
looking for me to do you?”
“No, I’m engaged,” I responded, flashing my ring at him and doing my best
to appear offended. Well, it only made him laugh all the harder.
“Big deal, so you’ve got a ring with a stone in it. Since when did THAT
mean anything? My wife has one too but it doesn’t stop her from screwing
every walking dick she meets. Besides, you didn’t exactly say no.”
Again, it was like he knew me from my diary or something but there was no
way THAT could be true. Still, it was eerie to have someone that I’d
never talked to about anything really personal be able to discern me so
well.
“Really, I was just curious... I’m NOT interested in having sex with
you... OR your daughter for that matter,” I finally said in a stern
voice, or at least as stern as I could make it under the circumstances.
“Well sorry bitch but I just don’t believe you,” he came back at me, the
smile suddenly disappearing. “We wouldn’t be having this conversation if
you didn't want something so spill it... what is it?”
“Alright then, how long has this been going on between you and your
daughter?” I said, trying my best to deflect the conversation away from
me and back to him and Kaylyn.
“You mean between me and Kaylyn?” he asked, “Since Christmas if you’re
asking about the sex stuff. I’ve been working on her for well over a
year though. It’s not like you can just rush into something like this.”
“Working on her?” I asked with a hint of incredulity in my tone.
He just shrugged and answered, “You know, touching her, buying her
things, taking pictures, that sort of stuff. I didn't rape her you know.
She wanted it by the time I had her ready.”
“And your wife?”
He threw up his hands and exhaled loudly. “That bitch? She doesn’t know
nothing. Anyways, all she cares about is work. She’s always gone and I
know damn well she’ll let anybody screw her - male OR female, to get a
sale. The only person she won’t do is me. Shit, we haven’t had sex in
over a year now so why shouldn’t I get what I can?”
The bell went off and I was late for class. At this point I wasn’t sure
if I was feeling relieved or turned on. Actually I was more confused
than anything. This hadn’t gone any way even close to how I’d imagined
it might and if anything I had even more questions now than before.
“Why don’t you come over some night and we can discuss Kaylyn’s
‘schoolwork’,” he said as I started to leave the classroom, using two
fingers on each hand to emphasize the “schoolwork” comment.
Obviously he had much better things to discuss than her grades or at
least her grades so far as her class work was concerned. Now THAT was a
proposition full of danger and my immediate response was to say no but he
cut me off before the words came out.
“C’mon, we both know you’re curious and turned on or we wouldn’t be here
in the first place. Don’t worry, I won’t be naughty... we can just talk
to start with.”
Yeah, and the check is in the mail and this won’t hurt. “We can just
talk” fits right in there with every other cliché and there was no doubt
in my mind that “to start with” meant just that. I turned the door knob
without answering but he was right behind me, pushing on the door over my
shoulder to prevent me from pulling it open.
“Tell you what... 7:00 tonight... I’m sure you have our address in her
records.”
With that he let me open the door and I hurried down the hall to my
classroom without answering, afraid to even look back at him although I
could literally feel his eyes boring into me from behind.
Stepping into the classroom I couldn't help but immediately look for
Kaylyn. She was chatting away with another girl and didn't even notice
me until I called the class to order. My first thoughts when I looked at
her was to wonder when the last time she had been fucked by her dad. Now
it was officially no longer a question of “if” but more that of “when”.
As much as I’d thought about it before, it was always more a crazy
fantasy than anything else. Now that it was confirmed I couldn't help
but imagine her sitting on her dad’s big black dick. OK, my apologies
for the stereotype but I couldn’t help but wonder if her dad’s cock
really was as big as people like to say in all the erotic stories and
movies.
Chapter 6 - Getting Advice From My Fiancé - and More
====================================================
As for what happened the rest of that day, well I haven’t hardly a clue.
I tried to concentrate on my work but my mind kept wandering off to
Jerome’s stunning revelations... as then his invitation. Was it really an
invitation or something more sinister. Had I refused what would he have
done? It’s not like he could’ve told anyone about what we discussed as
he had as much if not more to lose than me. Sure my career would be in
the tank but he could end up spending time in prison. Talk about a
Mutual Assured Destruction scenario...
During a break I tried to call Steve but he must’ve still been sleeping
and had his phone turned off, or at least silenced. Then again, if I
knew my fiancé he could have it on full volume right next to his ear on
the pillow and still not wake up once he was asleep. There were times
this trait worked to my advantage, like when I enjoyed sucking him off in
the morning before he woke, but at times this I wish it had some sort of
override that would blast his ears.
I ended up leaving Steve a voicemail and then texted him as a backup.
Before my parents’ divorce I would’ve sought my mother’s advice but now
that I’m engaged I try to go to my fiancé before calling my mother way
out in Oregon. Of course I still go to my mom for a lot of things but
I’m trying to go more to Steve whenever possible.
On one hand it was like the afternoon never existed and then again, it
seemed as if it would never end. Talk about being confused! I kept
looking at my class but it was like the only student I could focus on was
Kaylyn. She didn't look all that different than she did on any other day
but I couldn't take my eyes off of her. I kept catching myself thinking
about her father and I couldn't imagine such a sweet thing sucking off
his dick and then allowing him to penetrate her between those thin
coltish legs. It just didn’t seem possible.
The more I thought about it the more I started to wonder if he was
telling me the truth or just pushing my buttons. I had no doubt
whatsoever that he was doing things with his daughter that would have
grabbed the attention of the authorities, but other than his mocking
answers to my questions I really had no proof that he was doing anything
more than that. Kaylyn had told me about undressing for him and him
touching her but nothing at all about sex. Then again, I hadn’t really
posed her any direct questions about that so who knows?
As I drove home after school I started thinking more and more along those
lines. What if this whole thing was nothing more than an act on his part
to get into my panties? Had he seen an opportunity and simply grabbed
it? By “confessing” did he effectively end any debate with me about
whether to tell anyone about my suspicions while at the same time he was
making a move on me? Kaylyn had seemed oblivious to everything.
Wouldn’t she have had SOME questions as to what was going on between her
dad and me when I asked to see him about her? She may have been only
twelve and naïve but that didn't mean she was clueless. If anything she
was always one of my brighter students.
Just to make it all the more confusing, I also was dealing with the
anticipation of the weekend. Steve had arranged for us to spend the
weekend with another couple he’d met through the swapping group we’d
joined. It wasn’t like we met as a group but more it served as form of
communication between like-minded couples. They were about ten years
older than us with kids but not THAT much older so I didn’t expect the
age difference to be all that big of a deal. This was all to happen
tomorrow and I’d expected to spend the evening getting ready for it, not
dealing with Kaylyn and her dad’s relationship.
With all this on my mind by the time I arrived back home I couldn't wait
to rush to my room and get out of my confining clothes. If there’s one
thing I do NOT like about teaching, or at least about teaching where I
did, was having to wear panties and a bra every day. Considering I also
had to wear skirts at least half-way between my knees and ankles it
wasn't like anyone would have cared one way or the other about me wearing
panties. Since NO cleavage was allowed to be exposed under any
circumstances, wearing a bra seemed ridiculous as well but those were the
rules. Considering most of the teachers I worked with were in their
forties and fifties or more, I guess they really didn't care one way or
the other but for me it was like hell on earth at times.
Dropping the straps over my arms, I twisted the bra around and unsnapping
it, allowing my boobs to finally hang free. I sighed as it was like
someone waving a magic wand over me as I cupped them in my hands and
massaged them a little to bring them back to life after being caged all
day. I roiled my nipples between my fingertips, feeling them harden up
under my soft touch. Then my mind once again wandered to what Kaylyn
might be doing at home right now. Was she standing in front of a mirror
like I was at this moment, maybe even touching herself and watching her
play with herself in the reflection? Was her dad watching as well,
stroking his dick in his hand as he watched his twelve year- old daughter
masturbate in front of him?
My fingers probed my wet pussy, feeling SOOOOOO good after a day where it
had been all I could do not to pull my skirt up to my waist and start
rubbing myself. I tried to think of Steve’s dick but my thoughts kept
shifting to Kaylyn’s dad. Mmmmmmm, just how big was his cock? How did
he fit it into Kaylyn’s sweet young pussy? How much of it could she take
in her mouth? Was he able to get it all in her pussy?
“Somebody’s horny I see,” a deep voice came from behind me. Well it
certainly wasn't my cousin.
I twisted around quickly to see my wonderful fiancé standing there. What
a pleasant surprise! He must have been hiding in the closet waiting for
me and couldn't hold back any longer. At least that was my guess judging
from the rigid erection he was sporting! God I wanted him so badly! My
eyes were fixed on his perfect cock and I rushed to him, giving him a
quick kiss before dropping to my knees and taking his erect dick into my
mouth like I was starving for cock. Then again, maybe I had been!
“Oh yeah! Now THAT’S the way every girl should greet her guy!” Steve
said as he gave me a wolf whistle, pulling my head with both hands into
his crotch. I could smell the thick odor his masculinity as I felt his
coarse pubic hair brush against my cheeks. God I loved his male scent!
Any thoughts of Jerome or Kaylyn disappeared as I gobbled my fiancé's
wonderful cock. Like, how many times had I sucked this very dick? How
many times had it been inside of me? How many gallons of cum had he
released into me since that first time we had sex, be it in my mouth,
pussy or just all over me? It didn't matter as at times like this, when
I took his dick into my mouth and tasted him on my tongue, feeling his
hardness against my lips and cheeks, it was like it was the first time
all over again. I couldn't imagine ever growing tired of sucking cock -
especially Steve’s.
“Damn girl, what’s gotten into you today?” Steve chuckled as he began to
rock his hips in time with my head bobs as I sucked his delicious dick.
Stroking his dick with one hand as I played with myself with the other, I
looked up at him and our eyes met as I replied, “It’s what HASN’T gotten
into me today that’s the problem.”
“Well I think I can take care of THAT,” he said in a voice even deeper
now as his lust began to build even more within him.
Steve grabbed my bare shoulders and pulled me to my feet. Then he
twisted me around and maneuvered me towards my bed where I leaned over
until I was holding myself up with my hands on the mattress which caused
my bare ass to stick out towards him.
“Now THAT’S exactly the type of thing a guy looks forward to seeing when
he comes home from work,” Steve said as he smacked me playfully on my
butt. I shifted my weight so my legs spread further apart, arching my
back so my ass lifted up even higher to let him have the best view
possible of my hungry pussy.
“Fuck me Steve,“ I begged him, “God I need it so bad... fuck me PLEASE.”
Steve was holding his dick in his hand now, using it to rub along my
pussy slit and teasing me as he would push it against my wet pussy hole
and then pull it away. I shuddered when he would rub it up against my
clit, twisting it in tight little circles all around it.
“In me... put it in me... PLEASE PUT IT IN ME!” I finally cried out,
about ready to reach back and grab it so I could push it in me if he
didn't stop teasing me with it. He smacked me on the butt again and then
I felt him pressing it up against my asshole. I squirmed, trying to keep
him away from THAT target.
“No... not there,” I whined, wanting him still so badly but not there.
Not when I had another place that was designed just for his dick.
“Hey, can’t blame a guy for trying.”
I didn't feel one bit guilty denying him my ass. My aunt and cousin were
more than happy to let him fuck their assholes any time he wanted so it
wasn't like he was being denied anything. My view was that when you have
something MADE to fit a rigid dick, why not use it as God intended?
“Oh God!” I cried out as he suddenly found the right hole and without an
further comment just pushed himself into me. As wet and horny as I was,
it wasn't hard for him to penetrate me and fill me with that incredibly
rigid cock.
“Fuck me Steve... oh yeah fuck me!”
Once he got started he quickly got into the rhythm, practically pushing
me down to my elbows with the force of his thrusts against my butt. It
felt SOOOOOO damn good to finally have him inside of me after dreaming
about sex all day. I hadn’t even asked him what he was doing in my
bedroom but at the moment it didn't matter. The only thing I was
concerned with was the feel of his perfect cock as it filled me up.
For the next half hour or so my world was reduced to a few square feet on
my bed with the emphasis on what Steve was doing to me with that perfect
cock of his. We must have fucked in every position in the book until
finally he was laying behind me, spooning me with his strong arms over me
and his hand cupping my breast. By then we were both exhausted and I
loved the feel of his warmth against me with my butt nestled in against
his hairy crotch while he slowly fucked me.
“I love you so much Steve.” I purred as what had to be my fourth (or
fifth?) orgasm filled me with pleasure.
He kept pumping me as I came, my pussy gripping him yet again as I felt
even better than before. Then he stiffened and I felt him clutch my boob
in his hand as he pushed himself deep into me.
“Cum in me Steve... give it to me,” I encouraged him.
Steve’s sperm soon was flooding my pussy, filling me with his warmth as
he pushed himself even deeper into me. When he finished we just laid
there quietly for a few minutes, the soft throbbing of his dick easily
discernible in my sensitive pussy.
“Did I ever tell you what a great fuck you are?” he said softly into me
ear as he began to kiss my neck and gently stroke my hair.
Steve’s dick was still in me and as far as I was concerned, it could stay
there all night. This was like I imagined it in heaven, laying in my
fiancé's arms, his cock filling me along with his sperm, kissing me and
touching me all over. Yep... this was indeed heaven on earth.
“So what’s the story?” he finally asked me.
For a moment my mind was still too cloudy to comprehend the question so
he repeated himself and this time I finally recalled what it was that had
started this whole thing today. God, how could I have forgotten? Well,
a slight push by his dick in me was more than enough to remind me.
If anything, this was the perfect time to bring up the subject. One of
the first things a girl learns is that if she really wants a guy to do
something, all she has to do is let him fuck her and then ask him while
he is still blinded by lust. It worked with my boyfriends in school, it
worked with my dad, and it certainly worked with my fiancé!
If there was one thing I decided early on with regards to marriage, it
was that I wanted to have no secrets from my fiancé. OK, so keeping his
birthday party a secret was OK but nothing of any significance. In
particular I didn't want anything that had to do with our sex lives to be
kept from the other. I’d had enough experience with other people to see
where that sort of thing leads to. I didn't want my own marriage to
become like so many others where the husband (or the wife in some cases)
goes off and does things behind the other’s back. Steve knew everything
about me before I accepted his proposal - all my boyfriends, all my jobs
- even the escorting, all the married men I’d been with, even the two
dogs - as painful as THAT was to disclose. Most important, he knew about
my incestuous past - and expectations for the future.
Until I was engaged to Steve, my intentions towards marriage had always
been that once I got married I would stop having sex outside of marriage,
meaning no sex with anyone but my husband and immediate family. This
position was a result of being brought up by a conservative mother who
believed that sex outside the family was adultery and thus a sin, even if
both partners were in agreement.
Well, it’s amazing how a divorce can change your mind about such things,
and then when Steve expressed interests in swinging that sort of sealed
the deal so far as I was concerned. The key for me is that whenever
possible we promised that nothing would be a secret. Sure, if there
wasn't time to check with the other that didn't mean we had to decline an
opportunity, but it didn't preclude the obligation to tell the other as
soon as possible afterwards. I don’t mean that we planned an “open”
marriage but rather one where trust and honesty were the guiding lights.
While I wasn't married to Steve yet, I still wanted our relationship to
be as it would be when we were married during our engagement. Thus I
wanted to run by him the situation with Kaylyn’s dad before I made any
decisions myself. Well, what better time to bring up such a question
than now after we’d just had some great sex - especially while we were
still coupled together? Given I had only a couple of hours now before
the 7:00 deadline, I had better get moving!
Steve’s hand was still cupping my breast and so I put mine over it,
pushing it against me while I wiggled my butt in tighter against his
crotch. Taking a deep breath, I slowly explained to him the events of
the past few days and then what had happened this morning. Steve didn't
say a word the entire time, laying behind me like a statue without even
moving a muscle the entire time. Trust me, if he HAD moved a muscle I
would’ve felt it!
“So what do you think honey? Should I go over there tonight?” I finally
asked as I wrapped things up.
Steve shifted behind me but he kept his dick in me and I could actually
feel him hardening once again. I took that as a good sign - obviously he
wasn't turned off by what I’d been telling him.
“So are you telling me that you want to fuck this guy?” he asked softly.
Wow, now THAT was the question, wasn’t it. Up until then I really hadn’t
decided but now I had to go with an answer one way or the other. Truth
be told, I had never even considered sex with Kaylyn’s dad until today
and the way things had gone so rapidly I hadn’t really absorbed
everything yet.
“C’mon, you know you do,” Steve teased me after I failed to answer
quickly enough for him, “He’s married, his wife’s a bitch, and he has a
young daughter he’s either screwing or wanting to. Didn’t you say he was
black as well? Sounds like a match made in heaven made just for you!”
Did I ever mention how much I love this guy? You have to admit, Steve’s
quite a catch and for him to be so understanding of me and what turns me
on without getting all jealous and possessive just goes to show how deep
our love is for one another. I could’ve easily married a man and been
faithful to him as I had always expected to be and undoubtedly been
happy. Never did I even dream that my husband would turn out to be like
Steve and actually push me to do the things I loved to do but was willing
to give up out of respect and submission to my husband.
My silence was evidently answer enough for him and I felt his dick surge
in me. Obviously this was all turning him on as much as it was me and he
began fucking me again with renewed vigor. I took it to mean that he was
OK with it so I put it out of my mind and concentrated once again on my
fiancé's throbbing member.
“Oh... one last thing,” he said as I worked on his growing cock, “Do you
think they would mind if I came along?”
It was enough to make me drop his dick an look at him eye to eye. I
should have anticipate the question knowing Steve’s affinity for girls
like Kaylyn. Indeed, she would have been just perfect, at least from his
perspective. Unfortunately, at least for Steve, I wasn't sure yet what
was going to happen this evening, if anything. However, if I took Steve
along with me then it was a pretty done deal and I wasn't ready to make
such a commitment.
“Sorry... maybe next time,” I replied even though I was pretty sure that
no matter what happened there wouldn’t be a “next time”.
“But...,” he started to argue but I squeezed his cock in my hand and
grinned saying, “Do you want to fuck me again or not?”
He took the hint and let me get back to business without further
interruption. Have I ever mentioned yet how much I love Steve? LOL
Chapter 7 – Doing Some More Investigating
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Somehow I managed to separate from Steve long enough to get showered and
dressed in time to get out of the house to meet with Jerome. Unfortunately
he and Kaylyn lived way out on the east side of town past Monroeville
which meant two tunnels and a bridge for me, not to mention the evening
traffic. Thankfully I had my GPS. How anyone found their way around the
Pittsburgh area before the GPS was invented is beyond me!
My destination was not in a part of town that I was all that familiar
with so I just listened to the annoying voice and followed his
directions. I was essentially lost for a while but then I saw a place I
hadn’t seen in years. It was a hobby shop where my dad use to take me to
buy stuff for our radio- controlled model planes that I use to fly with
him. I hadn’t done much with that in a few years and it had been ages
since I had seen this place but the memories came flooding back. The
club he belonged to was mostly men his age and older and definitely no
other girls my age other than their wives ever showed up at the field.
Needless to say I never was waiting for someone to help me fly my planes.
So anyway, that bit of nostalgia went by and soon I was winding my way
through the hills until finally the voice said, “You have reached your
destination”. I checked the numbers on the mail box and thankfully it
was the right one as the homes were few and far between this far out of
town. I could barely make out a house through all the trees through
which a narrow dirt driveway twisted it’s way around. As I approached
the garage I saw a familiar car parked outside - the same one that Jerome
drove every day to drop off Kaylyn so I figured I must have reached the
right place at last.
With my car turned off it was deadly quiet and at first I just sat in my
car, my mind all a blur. Really, what the heck was I doing here? No
lights had come on nor did I see anyone so evidently they didn't know I
was there yet. I WAS about ten minutes early but still, I would’ve
thought they would be watching for me. Still, it meant I could turn
around and quickly leave and nobody would be the wiser that I had ever
been there.
Taking a deep breath, I opened the car door and the dinging chime
reminded me to take my keys. For once I was glad to hear it as the last
thing I needed was to lock myself out of my car this far from home! How
many times had I reminded myself to hide a key somewhere but it seemed
the only time I remembered it was at times like this when I wished I had
one hidden away just in case.
The house was a small ranch log home; nothing rustic but rather one of
those manufactured type homes that looked like a Lincoln Log set on
steroids. The one thing I liked was the green metal roof. When I looked
around the back I saw what looked to be a hot tub which sort of surprised
me. Why it surprised me I can’t say, l just wasn't expecting one for
some reason. The way it was situated and the furniture around it made it
difficult to tell if anyone was in it but it didn’t appear to be
occupied.
There was a rear entrance but I decided to go back around to the front
door. Standing on the front porch in front of the door, I looked back
down at the road and realized just how isolated the place was. A car
passed by and I could barely hear it and only caught a quick glance of it
through the trees. There was certainly no need to worry about the
neighbors spying on you here, that was for sure.
I stood up straight, tugging at my skirt to flatten it down after the
long drive. It was by no means one of my shorter ones as it almost came
down to my knees. Still, I liked it as it was perfect for those time
when I wanted to look sharp without being overly slutty but at the same
time not looking like I was some sort of soccer mom. I may be only 26
but then I know girls my age with kids who ARE soccer moms so it’s become
all the more important for me in the last year or two to make sure nobody
mistakes me for one of them!
I was wearing a new white blouse with a white bra on underneath and
matching white panties under skirt. While not “grandma panties” by any
means, they did cover most of my butt while fitting snugly in the crotch.
My black heels were only a few inches high and rather solid, nothing like
the five inch stilettos I wear when “on the prowl” as my dad likes to
say. Looking at my reflection in the storm door glass I thought I looked
exactly what I was - a young professional teacher.
Reaching for the doorbell, my finger stopped about an inch away as I
couldn't help but think that this was my last chance to back out. I
thought back to the questions Jerome had asked this morning, about what it
was that I really wanted. God, it seemed like years since that we had
talked about all this, not just earlier in the same day. The point was
that even now I wasn't entirely sure what I DID want. Something was
driving me and perhaps if I was more honest with myself I would know what
it was but yet for whatever reason I just couldn't face the reality. For
now I decided I would just go with the flow and see where it took me.
A feeling of panic suddenly filled my chest and I was about to bolt when
the door opened. I’d been expecting Jerome so it was a little surprising
to see Kaylyn standing there instead in her cute little swim suit. Her
hair was dry as was the suit so she hadn’t been in the hot tub any time
recently. It was the first time I’d seen Kaylyn in anything but one of
her conservative school outfits and I have to say, those old-fashioned
dresses certainly were not doing her justice. So much for thinking she
was still in a training bra, she had to be into a regular A cup already
and her figure was much more pronounced than what had been hidden way
until now.
Of course it didn’t hurt that if anything her swim suit was 180 degrees
from her school outfit in that while her daily wear didn’t SHOW much of
anything, the bikini she had on certainly didn't HIDE much of anything.
Her boobs weren’t all THAT large but the way the top cupped them and held
them up they certainly were being displayed at their best. The bottom
was more a thong than a bikini, nothing hidden at all from behind and her
pussy barely covered in front. If anything the bottoms pulled up into
her pussy and with just a little more tension I’d be able to see if she
was shaving yet. I wanted to smile as it was exactly the type of suit my
dad liked me to wear when I was her age.
“Hi Miss Kelly, Daddy said you would be coming over tonight,” she greeted
me with that trademarked smile on her pretty face. Her white teeth shown
against her dark complexion and her brown eyes seemed to sparkle in the
dim light.
She opened the door and I stepped in, looking around for signs of her
father but there nobody else in sight.
“Daddy’s out in back in the hot tub,” she explained as she must have seen
me looking around.
That sort of surprised me as I hadn’t seen him but then the way the tub
was elevated up on the back deck relative to the driveway I guess it was
possible if he’d been laying low in the tub.
“That’s a really pretty bikini you’re wearing Kaylyn,” I complimented
her. She smiled but looked down as if she was a little embarrassed at
the flattering remark. “Did your daddy buy that one for you?”
She smiled at that and perked up, nodding her head vigorously.
“I bet your mommy hasn’t seen that one, has she,” I remarked.
“No, daddy says this one’s just for him,” she said in a matter-of-act
tone. I wondered if the reason WHY her dad told her that had even
entered her mind.
“Well you look very pretty in it,” I said, trying to make her not feel
embarrassed.
“Did you bring your suit?” she asked, “Daddy said you might be getting in
with us.”
I WANTED to say, “Oh he did, did he?” but kept my thoughts to myself. It
would’ve been nice had he mentioned it to me as well. Sure I was wearing
a bra and panties and it wouldn’t be the first time they’d substituted
for a bikini but they were an expensive set and I really didn’t feel like
getting them soaked with bromine-tainted water.
“C’mon Miss Kelly... Daddy’s waiting,” she said cheerfully, grabbing my
hand and pulling me further into the house.
We started in the living room and from there she led me to a large walk-
in kitchen and then towards a set of sliding doors that led to the back
porch. Pulling open the one side, she held it open for me to pass by.
“Hey you made it!” Jerome called out to me as I stepped onto the wood deck
No wonder I hadn’t seen him from the driveway, he was laying down deep
in the eater with only his black shaved head barely above the water. The
jets were turned off so the surface was clear but it was too dark to see
below the water surface.
There was a chair next to the tub where I took a seat as Kaylyn quickly
climbed into the tub to be seated next to her dad. Actually she ended up
on his lap from what I could tell. Once again, I remembered back when I
was her age and did the very same thing with my dad. The only difference
was I never wore a suit in the hot tub as it was one of my dad’s cardinal
rules that no suits were allowed except when we had company over. He
always tried to say it had something to do with the water chemistry but I
never quite understood that.
“You’re more than welcome to join us you know,” Jerome offered as he put
his arm around his little all but naked daughter and pulled her into his
chest.
I mentioned something about not bringing my suit but Jerome just waved with
his hand, trying to convince me that a suit wasn't necessary. Well, with
Kaylyn there it WAS necessary so far as I was concerned. As her teacher
I wasn't ready to just strip down right in front of her.
“Who needs a suit?” he laughed.
Lifting Kaylyn off his lap, he let his body float up until his dick broke
the surface like a telescope on a rising submarine. I couldn't help but
notice it was also quit hard and then I realized that Kaylyn must have
had that underneath her when she was sitting on his lap. I ALSO noticed
despite all the stereotypes, he was maybe barely average in terms of size
and length.
Dropping down once again, he pulled Kaylyn back onto his lap and she just
sat there with his erection obviously pushed up against her all but
totally exposed butt. If she noticed she wasn't making any signs of it
but then how could she not? It had to be like sitting on a hard stick.
Yet again I was reminded of how I use to feel my dad’s erection under me
when I would sit on his lap. Then again I also was quite familiar with
male erections after having watched him masturbate for several years up
to that point. Did Kaylyn ever see her father masturbating? Did she
understand the significance of what she was feeling underneath her?
Regardless, at twelve, going on thirteen she almost certainly had to
understand what an erection was all about.
It was like he was reading my mind.
“Yes, I’m naked,” he chuckled, “Kaylyn’s use to that though, aren’t you
sweetheart?”
Kaylyn just giggled, squirming a bit on his lap and I wondered how it
felt to have that hard dick pressed up under her cute little ass. For a
brief moment I caught myself wondering how it would feel against my own
butt!
I wasn't making any moves so he frowned a bit and finally said, “Look,
somebody’s going to be naked with me tonight so either it’s you or
Kaylyn.” Then he looked at Kaylyn and grinned adding, “Or maybe you
both?”
Kaylyn was looking at something interesting in the woods behind us though
I couldn’t for the life of me see anything there myself but trees. She
was acting as if she wasn't even listening to what her father was telling
me.
“Jerome, about this morning,” I started, leaning forward in the chair to
address him, “I don’t want you to get any wrong ideas about me.”
Jerome’s eyes seemed to bore right through me. “Oh I wouldn’t say that.
In fact, I think I got exactly the right ideas about you.”
“Noooooo, I don’t think so,” I insisted. “First, I don’t have sex with
children and especially my students... or their fathers.”
OK, so technically I was lying on two of the three statements but it WAS
the truth so far as how I wanted it to be with him. While I’d HAD sex
with girls Kaylyn’s age before, it was not something I was thrilled
about. Also, I doubted that I would ever again be involved with anyone
her age ever again, at least not until I had my own daughter. As for
students, now that was something that WAS 100% true and more. I’d NEVER
had sex with anyone I had responsibility for - be it kids I babysat or
students I taught or tutored. When it came to their parents though, well
there had been a few exceptions to the rule but all in all it wasn’t a
demographic I was much involved with sexually.
“Oh well, have it your way then,” he said, shrugging his shoulders.
With that he undid Kaylyn’s top and quickly removed it, then reached
under the water line and pulled off her bottoms just as efficiently. He
tossed the pieces over on the deck in front of me, leaving both of them
nude not three feet away from me.
“Don’t look at me like that. Didn’t I tell you someone was going to be
nude with me tonight? Well you didn't strip so I guess little Kaylyn
here will have to do,” he explained with a slight grin. “You don’t mind,
do you sweetheart?”
Kaylyn just giggled but when our eyes met she looked away and the
giggling stopped. I couldn't see her bottom but her cute little perky
breasts were on full display. Damn she looked so cute! Could she really
be only twelve? Had I not seen her school records I might have thought
someone was pulling the wool over my eyes. She could have easily passed
for a couple of years older.
“You like to be naked with your daddy, don’t you sweetheart?” he asked
her but obviously it was meant for me to hear.
“Yes daddy,” she replied with a grin.
“And you like me to touch you, don’t you?” he asked, once again looking
at me as he did.
“Yes daddy,” she answered again.
“Kaylyn, why don’t you tell Miss Kelly where you like your daddy to touch
you,” he told her but his eyes never left mine as he did.
“Ummmmm, my boobies,” she said, looking a little more shy this time.
Jerome immediately put his hand around her, covering each of the perky
little breasts easily, one with each hand.
“Your tits feel nice sweetie,” he said softly as he squeezed them in his
hands. Then he grinned at me and added, “I bet Miss Kelly would like to
touch them too... wouldn't she?”
Kaylyn looked at me, obviously waiting for me to respond just as he dad
described but I just shook my head and leaned back in the chair, crossing
my legs and arms almost defiantly.
“Well, you’re very pretty but I think that’s something your dad should be
doing, not me,” I tried to explain in a way that wouldn't make her feel
bad.
Now we were entering territory where me and my dad did NOT go at her age.
It was one thing to sit in the tub naked with my dad, even on his lap and
feel him under me. All that was pretty innocent playing. However there
was a big leap between that and physically touching me in a sexual way.
My dad never once touched my boobs or pussy when I was on his lap at her
age, be it in the hot tub or in his Lazy-Boy watching TV, or whatever.
It didn't matter what, if anything, we were wearing. OK, so maybe now
and then there was an accidental brush of his hand against me but never
once can I recall where he ever openly groped me the way Jerome was
fondling his preteen daughter right now in front of me.
“Mmmmmmm, show Miss Kelly how your nipples grow when I touch them,” Jerome
said gently to Kaylyn.
His large dark fingers were pinching her nipples gently and she turned to
face me such that I could get a better view. For such small boobs she
certainly had large nipples and they seemed even more pronounced now that
he had excited them with his touch.
At this point I felt obligated to say SOMETHING so I just nodded and
smiled saying, “Very nice Kaylyn.”
What I wanted to say was to invite him to do the same with my own nipples
but those words stayed locked up inside of me. Actually, if I was being
honest with myself what I REALLY wanted was to touch those cute little
nipples myself but no way was I going to let either of them know THAT.
“So tell your teacher where else do you like daddy to touch you
sweetheart,” he told her as she leaned back again against him.
His sexy little daughter started to respond but then she looked at me and
seemed to hesitate.
“It’s OK, you can say it in front of Miss Kelly. After all, she IS your
teacher,” he encouraged her but she didn’t say anything. Then he looked
at me and said, “Why don’t you tell her it’s OK Kelly.”
Well, the thing was this... was it OK? This wasn’t like when I offered
my fourteen year-old cousin Tammy to my dad for her first time. This
wasn’t me and my dad having sex well after my sixteenth birthday. This
wasn’t even one of those crazy family parties that my dad and aunt
recently brought me. At least at those I knew that everyone was OK with
doing just about anything before you even arrived, regardless of their
ages. With Kaylyn though, this was one of my students. This was someone
I would have to stand up in front of in class next week and act as if
none of this had happened.
To me the issue wasn't whether it was right or wrong for him to be doing
anything like this with his daughter. That was a decision for him as he
father and parent to make, not me. Whatever the outcome, he and his wife
would have to deal with the ramifications so why would I want to have ANY
say in the matter one way or the other? So long as Kaylyn was OK with it
- and it appeared she was just fine with everything, then why would I
need to say anything in the first place?
I looked at Kaylyn and it was like a normal day at school where she was
waiting for me to answer as to whether or not she had answered correctly.
After all, I WAS her teacher, probably the one person she spent more time
with than anyone except her father and maybe even more than him. I was
an authority figure to her, someone she looked up to for guidance and
approval. Regardless of what she and her dad had done in the past, I was
being asked to provide my stamp of approval, to sanction whatever it was
that they had been doing.
Again, I had absolutely no issues with the two of them doing anything
they wanted given it was consensual and didn’t harm either of them either
physically or emotionally. Even so, every ounce of common sense in me
was screaming at me to just get up and leave well enough alone. At least
when I had been involved with someone in her age in the past I could
rationalize it as being something I was doing for my dad. Now, anything
that went on from here onward would be for MY personal gratification.
There could be no rationalizing, no excuses. It was MY responsibility
now, not my dad’s or anyone else’s.
“It’s OK Kaylyn, you can say anything in front of me,” I finally heard
someone say to her and then realized that someone was ME!
It was really a lame response in that I wasn’t telling her WHAT to say,
only that anything she wanted to say was OK with me. Thankfully it
seemed to be enough for her so I didn’t have to elaborate any further.
“I just like it when he touches me down there I guess,” she said softly,
glancing downward and then looking up again quickly to see my response.
Her voice was so soft that had the hot tub been running I never would’ve
been able to make out what she said. “It feels good.”
“That’s my pretty little sweetheart, Jerome said, leaning down to kiss one
of Kaylyn’s little boobs.
Then he looked at me and grinned adding, “I bet Kelly liked it when her
daddy touched her there too, didn’t you Kelly?”
Well duh! Of course I did. Like what girl did NOT like to be touched
there regardless of who it was that as doing the touching? The problem
was that MY dad never touched me there when I was her age but how could I
say that without making her feel bad about what she was letting her own
father do?
“Let’s keep this between you and Kaylyn, OK?” I said rather sharply to
him, “I’d rather keep me and my dad out of this if you don’t mind.”
“OooooooK, whatever you say teacher,” he quickly replied but his sly grin
belied anything he might be saying.
He reached down into the water and I saw Kaylyn stiffen just a little as
he began to touch her. Then she relaxed, leaning into her dad and
putting one arm around his neck as he fondled her under the water.
“Feel good sweetie?” he asked after a few minutes during which Kaylyn
shut her eyes and leaned her head back slightly as she seemingly enjoyed
the touch of her father’s hand between her legs.
“Yes daddy,” she sighed softly, her eyes staying shut the entire time.
Then she seemed to jump a little as he apparently touched a sensitive
spot, probably her clit.
A little gasp escaped her lips and then she bit down on her lower lip as
he seemed to be moving his hand faster. The look on her cute young face
made her seem so much older. It was a look of pure lust that seemed
almost out of place on a girl so young.
While Jerome fondled his innocent young daughter I was just left with
nothing else to do but sit there and watch the show. That was literally
what it was - a show. There was no doubt in my mind that Jerome was doing
this as much to see my reaction as he was in how his daughter was
feeling. He kept staring at me, looking to see how I responded to the
ever-growing erotic scene unfolding in front of me.
At times Jerome would look at me like he was waiting for me to step up and
join in but I wasn’t about to get involved any further than I already
was. Still, it WAS incredibly erotic to see this cute little naked girl
sitting on her father’s lap as he rubbed her pussy under the water.
Several times I caught my hand starting to wander off like it had a mind
of its own, heading for between my legs before I caught myself and pulled
it back. I was the only one with clothes on and all of them to boot.
Still, it would have been easy to simply pull up my skirt and pull my
panties to the side and start masturbating but I just couldn't do it in
front of Kaylyn. At least not while she was being groped by her own
father.
Jerome was working her pussy pretty good from what I could tell as she
started to mew like a little kitten. I quickly could tell this was
nothing new for Kaylyn. She positioned herself with her legs spread wide
open, making it easier for her father to reach her. It was starting to
drive me a little crazy as I couldn't actually SEE anything that he was
doing, depending instead on her reactions to try and figure out what he
was doing to her.
Kaylyn had not opened her eyes yet or uttered a discernible word but from
the soft sounds she was making it was obvious she was enjoying every
second of what was being done to her. I remembered how I use to
masturbate at her age. At twelve I’d only been doing it for a year or so
and so it was still rather new for me and I was always doing it every
opportunity I was given. My mother use to get so exasperated with me
when I would get horny and start touching myself in places or situations
that she felt were “inappropriate”, like when eating in a food court or
sitting in church. Many a time she would sit me down and lecture me
about behaving in public. Still ,at that age it’s like all you think
about is sex and how good it feels. It was all I wanted at times!
Twelve was also the age I started sleeping nude, taking after my parents.
Thus as I watched Kaylyn enjoying herself, I knew it wasn’t anything she
wasn’t ready for based on my own experiences. The only difference
between me and her was that at her age the only hand to touch me was mine
whereas Kaylyn was lucky enough to have help from her dad. Sure enough,
it wasn't much longer before she proved how relaxed she was and how good
it felt when the obvious signs of an impending orgasm started to show and
soon she was writhing on his lap and gasping as her orgasm struck home.
“So tell Miss Kelly how good I made you feel,” Jerome told Kaylyn after she
had settled down a little.
Kaylyn finally opened her eyes and looked at me. She seemed shy but
there was no hiding that foxy little grin. She knew exactly what had
happened to her and if anything, it just made her ready for another one
all the sooner.
“I liked that daddy,” she finally said, the grin frozen on her face as
she smiled and seemed to shudder slightly as she reached down to touch
herself.
“Maybe Miss Kelly would like to help you now,” Jerome offered, speaking as
much to me as he was his daughter.
Tempting as it was, and as horny as it as making me, I just couldn't take
that step. Indeed, I knew myself better than to allow myself to take a
step towards that. Even one small step over THAT line and I may as well
take a running leap and vault over it. It was hard enough to not touch
myself but if I let myself get started with this cute little preteen then
who knew where it would end? How many times in the past had I ended up
doing something I swore beforehand that I never would once I let my guard
down for just a moment?
Seeing that I wasn't rising to the bait he was offering, Jerome apparently
decided to take things to the next level on his own. Setting Kaylyn off
to the seat next to him, he lifted himself up until he was seated on the
edge of the hot tub, balancing himself with his feet on the seat under
the water in front of him. He had made sure to sit such that he
presented a nice view to me and his daughter of his solid erection.
Damn! He really did have a nice dick! My guess was a solid six inches,
maybe even seven depending on where you measured from. I was a little
surprised to see that he was circumcised but then realized that that was
just letting my prejudice come through. Just because he was black didn't
mean he couldn't be circumcised, right? I was also impressed by the
thickness of his cock. I mean like it was proportional to his length,
not overly chubby but not looking like an emaciated hot dog either. Then
it struck me... how did even a dick of average proportions ever fit into
his daughter’s cute little pussy? I certainly hoped that he had either
used a lot of lube the first time or maybe just gotten maybe the head in
her and called it quits. Damn, I could only imagine how it would feel
inside of me!
Jerome must have caught me staring at his cock because when I looked up
finally I saw he was looking at me and grinning. Yeah, he knew where my
attention had been focused for more than a brief while.
“I take it that you like what you see?” he taunted me, gripping it in his
hand right above the base so a few inches poked out from his hand.
Damn he was REALLY hard and it looked absolutely delicious. I’d only
experienced a few black dicks in my life and most of those had been at
parties where I couldn't really concentrate on any one dick. Back in
college I’d dated a black guy for a while but other than that most of my
experience with cock paled in comparison to this one (sorry, couldn't
resist the pun).
“You know, my dick really needs to be sucked so I’ll leave it up to you
Kelly... either you take care of it or Kaylyn does... it’s your
decision.”
Had we been alone I would’ve already had it in my mouth so my desire
wasn't in question but rather my common sense was being assaulted.
Little Kaylyn was just sitting there listening, not making any signs as
to whether or not she even cared about the outcome. Mmmmmmm, I could
practically taste him in my mouth but just as I was about to get up and
move over to him I finally regained my control again and pulled myself
away from the cliff just barely in time before I jumped off.
“You’re sure?” Jerome questioned me, then taunting me by waving his black
dick at me with his hand.
Not daring to speak, I just shook my head without saying anything further
so he shrugged his shoulders and turned to Kaylyn instead.
“OK Sweetie, looks like daddy needs you to take care of him,” he said
cheerfully.
Somehow I don’t think he minded one way or the other. I felt like a
weight had been lifted off my shoulders yet at the same time I felt a
lingering loss inside of me as he turned his attention to his daughter
once again.
This was obviously not Kaylyn’s first rodeo as she quickly assumed the
position, kneeling on the hot tub seat in between her father’s hairy
black legs. She looked even more petite now. Like a pro she took the
head of her father’s dick in her mouth, somehow managing to get it in
between her lips without gagging. Her mouth was so small I don’t know
how she could have handled a really large dick.
“That’s it sweetie... now look over at your teacher while you suck your
daddy’s dick,” he prompted her as she tried to take a bit more in her
mouth.
Kaylyn turned her head just enough to allow her to look at me and our
eyes met as she sucked on her father’s black dick. She really seemed to
be enjoying herself and it didn't hurt that Jerome was fondling her nipples
and toying with her long wet hair as she sucked slowly on his erection.
“Not bad for a twelve year-old, eh Kelly?” Jerome bragged about his
daughter’s cock-sucking prowess to me. “Look at my girl - she can get
over half of me in her mouth at one time.”
Indeed she DID seem to have a natural talent for cocksucking. Sucking
cock was sort of like many other talents. Sure you could teach someone
the basics and give them a few tips and techniques. Face it, most guys
aren’t that picky anyway when it comes to blowjobs. So long as you can
take as much as possible down your throat and make eye contact most guys
are more than happy with ANY blowjob they receive.
To REALLY give a great blowjob you had to have a natural talent and
expertise that seems to be either something you have or don’t. I know a
lot of girls TRY to give a good BJ but no matter how hard they work it in
the end the guy is jerking himself off to finish. Personally, I take it
as an insult if a guy feels he need to use his own hand to stimulate
himself to orgasm instead of my mouth bringing him to a climax.
Watching Kaylyn, I could almost forget her age as what she was doing to
her father’s dick could only be done by someone who clearly enjoyed what
she was doing AND had a natural talent for it as well. While she
couldn’t get more than half of it in her mouth at a time, that was still
more than I bet a lot of girls years older than her could do.
Watching her suck her father’s dick and seeing her look at me at the same
time gave me the immediate sense that she was doing this 100%
voluntarily. There was no coercion whatsoever. If anything her father
had to slow her down once she got started as he got himself into a more
comfortable position. Damn, talk about being cock hungry, it was like
seeing a clone of myself after I first started sucking my first
boyfriend’s dick. Back then it was like I couldn’t get enough of his
cock and so I went after it like a starving dog every chance I had.
Kaylyn was about two years younger than I was when I first started
sucking cock and four years ahead of me in terms of getting her own
father’s dick but that clearly wasn’t diminishing her enthusiasm one tiny
bit. Clearly this was a girl who truly enjoyed a cock in her mouth!
As I watched Kaylyn blowing her father’s erect dick I found myself
thinking about my dad even more, especially given his addiction to young
girls and sex. God, imagine if he could see all this right now! I had
no doubt whatsoever that he would have jumped at the opportunity for this
cute little dark-skinned girl to suck his throbbing dick. She was the
perfect age for him, old enough to have signs of her impending womanhood
but young enough to be fresh and still innocent in so many ways.
The I thought of my fiancé and how I had learned since our engagement of
his similar desires. I’ve heard it often said that girls look to marry
their fathers, not in the sense of their actual father but in the
characteristics of their lover.
Well I had no idea that Steve harbored many of the same pedo desires that
my consumed my father until after we had been engaged so you can imagine
how I felt. I thought about how he had requested to come with me tonight
and what would be surely happening now if he had. There wasn't a doubt
in my mind whose dick would be in Kaylyn’s mouth right now if Steve was
here. I also know that he would be insisting that I join on and who
knows where things would have ended up before the night was over. As hot
as that might have been I knew I’d made the right decision in coming here
alone.
“I have to say my daughter gives the best BJ of any that I’ve had,” Jerome
bragged, bringing my thoughts back to the reality of the current
situation, “So tell me Kelly, think you could do better than Kaylyn?”
Well, as good as Kaylyn was, she WAS only twelve and so far as I knew,
this was the only dick she’d had any experience with. How could that
even begin to compare with me, with my twelve years of experience and
literally hundreds of dicks that I’d had at one time or another? To say
I would’ve done him better was no reflection on Kaylyn’s skills or
enthusiasm; it would just be a statement of fact. Still, I wasn't about
to say anything, at least not unless I was ready to back up anything I
said with action. And as much as I would’ve loved to try out that black
dick, I wasn't about to do it with one of my students watching,
regardless of whether or not she was doing it as well already.
“Oh come on Kelly, just look at it as being her private tutor except in
this case you’d be teaching her something a lot more useful,” he tried
yet again to goad me into taking action.
It was a rather clever trap but I wasn't falling for it. If he wanted
sex with his daughter, then it would have to be on his own without any
help from me.
“Shit, I need to fuck some pussy,” he finally blurted out, apparently
giving up on any hope that I would suck his dick.
He looked at me and I knew exactly what he was thinking without him
saying it. He was pretty much saying either I let him fuck me now or he
was going to do Kaylyn right in front of me.
Damn, talk about temptation! OMG, I was so freaking horny my pussy was
practically screaming with passion. It was taking every bit of willpower
I had to keep from touching myself as it was and now here he was offering
me his hard black dick. I wanted it in me - badly, and I knew he could
see the need and desire written all over my face in bold capital letters.
My legs were still crossed but I had them clamped so tightly together it
as like I was trying to cut off the circulation to them. I had my hands
on the arms of the chair with a grip so tight my knuckles were white.
All I could look at was his dick - at least when Kaylyn let me see it
when she wasn't sucking on it.
“You want it Kelly... I can see it in your eyes... you want my hard black
dick in your tight little white pussy, don’t you? C’mon, admit it!”
I looked up from his crotch and into his eyes. I felt like I might faint
from the tremendous buildup of desire I felt in me at that moment. My
tongue ran across my dry lips as I just sat there without saying a word.
It didn't take a rocket scientist or a behavioral psychologist to
determine that I was all but overwhelmed with sexual desire. One more
push and who knows if I could hold back any further.
“Let’s do it Kelly,” he urged me, “Show my daughter what a slut her
teacher can be... teach her to be a real daddy’s girl... show her how to
please her daddy the way you were taught to please yours.”
Well, by the time I was fucking my own father I’d been having sex for two
years with a number of boys so it wasn't like I was inexperienced and
needed any instruction on how to please a man. That’s not to say my mom
didn't pass on a few pointers when she would watch us together or offer
me some advice when we talked in private. I doubted that Kaylyn had
someone mentoring her and it’s not like she could discuss it with any of
her friends, at least not until her sexual report card read more than
just her father on it. Indeed, I was sure I COULD teach her a lot of
things that were not in my standard curriculum. The question was, would
I?
OMG, I was SOOOOO close to crossing the line. I don’t know what more he
could have done but had he found it then it would’ve taken just another
nudge and I’d have been naked and rocking on top of him with his cock
imbedded in me in a heartbeat. In the end though it was not to be.
Maybe had he caught me a few years earlier it would’ve been different.
I’d grown up a lot in the past few years if I say so myself and if there
was one area I feel that I’ve matured more than any other it is in my
ability to say NO. Being engaged really had nothing to do with anything
as I already had Steve’s blessings to have sex with whomever I wanted,
any time I wanted. If anything I had a feeling he was going to be
disappointed that I hadn’t fucked Jerome. Well, maybe not so much
disappointed as surprised. After all, anyone who really knows me knows
that self-control has never been one of my best virtues.
Jerome was much too horny to wait forever for me to decide so when I didn't
react quickly enough for him he took matters into his own hands. Looking
at me he said to his daughter, “OK Kaylyn, that’s enough. Let’s show
your teacher what you REALLY like your daddy to do to you.”
Kaylyn just grinned and then leaned back, letting his dick drop from her
mouth. She looked over at me and it was like I was seeing her for the
first time. Somewhere during the course of her sucking off her father
she had transformed from this innocent, naïve little twelve year-old into
someone I barely recognized. Gone was any sign of shyness along with any
last vestige of embarrassment. She wasn’t looking at me for approval
anymore. No, now it was more like she couldn't wait to show me
something. She had a look of hunger, like there was something she
desperately needed and wanted. Her hair was a wild mess which only added
to the overall slutty look that she had somehow managed to switch over
to.
If I ignored the small breasts, the barely noticeable curves of her waist
and hips, the still thinness of her legs, and focused only her face I
would’ve never guessed that she wasn't even a teenager yet. Looking at
just her face alone I was seeing a girl years ahead of that cute little
girl who never shut up in my classroom. The look of lust and desire was
unmistakable. Here was a girl that clearly wanted just one thing -
sexual gratification.
“That’s my girl... you know what to do now Kaylyn... show Miss Kelly how
grown up you are now.”
Indeed, little Kaylyn DID know exactly what to do. Without any further
instruction from her father she turned and moved to the edge of the hot
tub, facing me as she gripped the edge and spread her legs wide apart
like a petite little slut. Jerome moved in behind her, gripping his wet
erection in his hand.
“This is what you’ve been waiting for, isn’t it Kelly?” he called to me
as he got ready to push his dick in his daughter’s impossibly small
pussy. “You wanted to see me fuck her, admit it. It’s what you wanted
when you accused me of screwing Kaylyn this morning. It’s why you came
over here tonight, isn’t it?”
He was 100% correct of course - everything he said was right on the money
if I was being honest with myself. Maybe I hadn’t really thought about
it that way when I confronted him but now that I was here I did indeed
want to watch.
“Look at her Kelly... look at my daughter,” he continued. “Can you see
it in her face? Can you see how badly she wants it?”
Indeed I did. Kaylyn want saying anything but as she presented her ass
to her father she was looking at me and I could see the hunger in her
eyes, the desire in her facial expressions. If ever I’d seen a girl who
wanted to be fucked, it was Kaylyn at this very moment. What was
shocking was that this wasn’t my cousin Kristi, the professional whore.
No, this was just a your typical little twelve year-old girl you see
every day in the store with her mom, one who wanted nothing more at this
moment than for her own father push his dick up into her wet pussy.
“She wants it Kelly but I’m not going to give it to her... not yet... not
until you tell me to do it,” he went on.
Damn, it must’ve been killing him not to be in her just as much as it was
her (and me) but somehow he was managing to hold back until he could drag
me in with him, even if it was just emotionally rather than physically.
It was the final straw, or least enough to push me far enough to do what
I normally never would’ve done.
“Fuck her Jerome... fuck your daughter,” I heard myself saying firmly. It
was like I was out of my body and was listening to what I was saying but
no having any control over it.
“Fuck Kaylyn... I want to watch your dick in her pussy,” Kelly was saying
to him but it was like someone else, not me, doing all the talking.
Jerome didn't need much encouragement and he’d gotten what he wanted so he
didn't waste any more time. Poor Kaylyn cried out in pain as her
father’s hard cock forced its way into her tight young pussy. Even
though it was far from their first time together, her pussy was obviously
still extremely tight as he pushed hard against her, forcing his way even
deeper in to her resisting pussy.
“She’s so fucking tight...,” he groaned, looking over at me, “I bet you
must have really been tight when your dad started fucking you, weren't
you Kelly.”
There it was again, the inference that I was fucking my dad as a teen. I
had never yet acknowledge such a thing to him, let alone said I had but
he was constantly accusing me of being involved with incest. Of course
he was right but I wasn't going to ever confirm anything. Still, this
was no time to argue the point as Kaylyn cried out yet again as he pushed
himself deeper in to her.
“Kaylyn?” I called out to her, concerned that maybe he was too much for
her but she looked up at me and managed a smile as if to tell me
everything was OK.
“Get over here Kelly, look at my dick in her while she gets use to it,”
Jerome insisted.
Well, what could it hurt to just look? I stood up and moved over a few
feet to the side where I could see behind her and sure enough, this was
no faked sex scene in an R-rated movie. Indeed, his cock WAS buried
about half-way into her pussy. No special effects in play here! God it
looked so hot. For some reason seeing Kaylyn’s dad fucking her was so
much more erotic than even the family sex parties I’d been at with my dad
and aunt. It is hard to explain but this seemed so much more intimate,
so much sexier.
“You OK Kaylyn?” I asked her now that I was close to her. I reached out
and brushed her hair away from her face as she turned to look up at me,
managing an even broader smile in me.
“It’s better now Miss Kelly, I just have to get use to it at first.”
“Ready Kaylyn?” her father interrupted, obviously anxious to get things
moving again - literally.
“OK daddy!” she giggled this time, regaining that cute natural composure
she had been blessed with.
“Fuck you feel so good,” he gasped as he started to fuck her.
He slowly pushed himself in and out of her, taking his time at first and
then ever so slowly building up speed. I noticed that he never tried to
push it in any further which I thought was nice of him. At her age
taking his full dick into her could have been very painful at the very
least.
Seeing that dark stiff cock appearing and then disappearing into her, I
thought of how my dad’s or fiancé’s white dicks would have looked in its
place. Was I right to refuse Steve of this opportunity? Had I been
denying the truth when I told him not to come with me. Had I been trying
to pretend to myself that this wasn't going to turn me on?
Well, I WAS turned on and when I returned to my seat, before sitting down
I let my panties drop to the deck and stepped out of them, kicking them
over to where Kaylyn’s bikini had come to rest earlier. It was time for
some SERIOUS masturbating!
And masturbate I did! My pussy was soaking wet by now and sitting there
watching Jerome fucking Kaylyn there was no way I could have gone any
longer without touching myself. It was so erotic, so sensual. I could
have easily moved up closer to her and let her lick my clit but I was
pretty sure she had never done anything with a girl - yet, and this
wasn't the time for THAT first experience.
As I masturbated, Jerome put on quite the show for me and indeed, it
clearly WAS a show. Every position was carefully done to ensure I had a
ringside seat to the action. Every chance he had he looked at me and he
also tried to keep Kaylyn looking at me as well as she watched her
teacher bringing herself to an orgasm. I came at least twice - the
second and third sort of blended together into either one long orgasm or
two brief once with one right after the other.
In the meantime, Jerome had Kaylyn sitting on his lap again only this time
she was facing him, humping his dick with me watching all the time behind
her. He never was able to get much more than half of his dick in her but
seeing as much as did make its way inside of her pussy was enough for me.
Kaylyn didn’t say anything as he fucked her but just gasped and moaned
almost nonstop the entire time her dad was fucking her.
“God I’m cumming,” Jerome groaned as Kaylyn ground down on his cock as deep
as she could take him, wiggling her hips in tight circles around his
shaft as he grabbed her hips and squeezed her. He jerked up against her,
shooting his incestuous cum as deep into her as possible.
When he was finally finished he helped Kaylyn off his dick and she sat
down on the edge of the hot tub next to her exhausted father. She spread
her legs and probed her pussy, seemingly fascinated at the flood of sperm
that emerged.
“Maybe your teacher would like to clean your pussy off?” Jerome nudged her.
Kaylyn looked up at him and then at me, looking a bit confused. No doubt
she had no idea what he was talking about. Obviously they’d never had
another girl with them that had done such a thing and like most guys,
Jerome wasn’t offering to clean up his cum using his own mouth.
“Never mind sweetie...,” Jerome laughed, grabbing her around the shoulders
and pulling her nude body in tight against his.
“Looks like you were enjoying yourself,” he observed, nodding towards my
crotch.
I almost felt embarrassed now at my loss of control yet at the same time
I couldn't say I hadn’t enjoyed every second of it.
“So maybe next time you can join in?” he asked, making an assumption he
shouldn’t have.
I reached down for my panties, using them to wipe off my wet pussy and
then crumbling them in a ball in my hand.
“No Jerome... there won’t be a next time,” I said with a voice much more
firm than my heart was feeling - or my pussy for that matter.
“Well, we’ll see about that,” he chuckled.
With that I reached down and kissed Kaylyn on the cheek. She felt like
she was burning up with fever so maybe she HAD cum towards the end and I
just hadn’t recognized it thanks to my own orgasms.
“Goodbye Miss Kelly, see you in school,” she said cheerfully.
It was like we’d just all had a short discussion about her grades or
something. There was nothing in her voice or demeanor that would tell
you that she had just had sex with her own dad - and right in front of
her 6th grade teacher at that! Of course SEEING her naked in her
father’s arms with his cum seeping out of her pussy certainly did away
with any semblance of normalcy.
I left before I could change my mind. God I wanted to lick that cum from
her pussy so badly I could taste it - almost at least. To have her
father fuck me while I licked her clean... well THAT would have made the
night just about perfect.
If there was ever a sign that I was growing older and more mature,
tonight was it. I managed to leave the house in my car without giving in
to my needs - something that never would have happened even a year or so
ago. Yes, my panties were in a pile on the seat next to me and I drove
home one-handed the entire way, but the point is I DID drive home.
Now just wait until tomorrow when I told Steve what had happened.
Something told me I was about to be well rewarded for my newfound sense
of control.
THE END