M/F, m/f, M/f, m/F, F/f, f/f, INCEST, PREGENCY - 5/14

                               Father's Daughter
                                 Author: Unkown

                                   CHAPTER 5
                             Cindy and the hot-tub

      "Mommy, I don't know what to dooo!" The little-girl wail was at complete
odds with the spectacle of the half-naked woman-child figure, with a towel
wrapped around its waist that filled the doorway.

      "I can't just come out and ask him. What if he says no?" The child's
torment was obvious.

      "I thought you said he wants to." The older woman replied.

      "I can tell he wants to. He can still say no. He might be afraid." The
cause of her child's distress was now obvious.

      "Come here dear. I've got an Idea." Arlene held out her arms to the
distressed child. "Now listen. He can't say no, if he never get's asked. Now
here's what we're going to do." She started to whisper into the little girls
ear as Cindy had plopped down naked in her mother's lap, dropping the towel as
her head started bobbing up and down. Pretty soon, giggles started to shake the
girl, while her swelling little breasts bobbed up and down deliciously.

      "Aren't you going to tell us too?" Asked Billy Macon enjoying the
spectacle of his naked little sister's bobbing breasts. His Father had already
explained to him about his sister's 'date', and he couldn't wait to see how she
brought it off. The three of them had been sitting around the kitchen table
discussing the upcoming evening when Cindy's spectacular entrance had stopped
them.

      "No, You men, will just have to watch and see." Arlene was adamant. "Your
reactions will be more genuine that way." "Just remember to act as if this was
all perfectly natural, and it happens every day." "And stop ogling your
sister's boobs!" "It isn't as if you never saw them before." She finished in
mock disgust.

      At this, Cindy brazenly stuck out her aroused semi-developed breasts at
her brother, and wiggled them provocatively. The older boy got up, calmly
walked over to the naked little girl, and gave each jiggling mound a long
sucking kiss. Then said with a smirk, as he left the room just ahead of his
mother's swat. "They're nice boobs sis." His voice blended into the slam of the
screen door. "But I've seen better."

      "He has too." The exasperated, but loving voice of his mother continued.
"That Marylin!"

       Both of the other two remaining occupants of the room started
snickering. Marylin and her boobs. It was funny, yet almost tragic, the way
Billy's 16-year old girl-friend was mainly noticed for her breasts. Most men
never even saw her pretty face, or her petite little body. The teenager's
breasts stuck out like cannons in front of her. Only 16, and she already wore a
44D bra. Even Dolly Parton didn't look so top-heavy. Of course, it didn't help,
that the sexually obsessed teenybopper wore tight sweaters, or tiny bikini-tops
to emphasize her overdevelopment.

      The sex-bomb had gone through a string of boyfriends, and even older men
with an abandon that had rocked the neighborhood for a year. Once, there had
even been rumors of a charge of statutory-rape against one of the married men
down the street. It wasn't until the nymphette had settled on Billy as her
semi-permanent stud-in-waiting, that the hoorah started to die down. It seemed
that his nonchalance, and willingness to put up with her promiscuous ways kept
her coming back, as she had never done for any of the other boys. Billy knew
that one man would never be enough for the sex-obsessed teenager, and was happy
that she preferred him as her primary source of satisfaction. He could feel the
love developing between the two of them, and knew if he just bided his time,
she would probably say "Yes" when he asked her to marry him. In the mean time:
"Since he was already getting the milk free, why buy the cow?" It was a
standard family joke made even more funny by Marylin's oversized mammarys.

      Tonight, Marylin would be joining them for dinner, but the two would stay
at her parent's house that night. Sometimes they slept in Billy's room, and
sometimes at her place. Her parents had long-ago given up on controlling their
child's sexual excesses, and were relatively relieved to see her confining most
of her sexual activity to just one partner. Billy was almost as welcome at her
house, as at his own, because they saw in him a possible permanent solution.

      At the moment, Billy was on his way to pick up Marylin for dinner at his
house, then back to hers, for a night of sleeping together. If they actually
got any sleep that is. The boy had left early, because Marylin had promised him
a 'quickie' if he hurried.

      Arlene sighed to herself. Her "little" boy, was almost as oversexed as
the blond bombshell he was screwing. Look what he had done with his innocent
little sister. She started giggling at the new train of thought, as she
considered what the "innocent" little girl was planning. Well, maybe not so
innocent.

      John Stockdale was sweating as he reached out to push the button beside
the door. He glanced at his watch. Precisely 2 minutes to 6. The man considered
waiting another minute or two to be exactly on time. He hated it when guests
showed up early at his house. Finally, he decided that by the time the doorbell
was answered, and introductions had been made, the point would be moot. "BING!
bong." Went the bell, and the door jumped open startling him. Cindy had been
following her mother's instructions, and was soaking in the hot-tub ready to
jump out when the family had announced the arrival of his car. She had jumped
out of the tub, and had been waiting, dripping, on the hallway floor, for him
to press the button. It had seemed like an incredibly long 2 minutes.

      The handsome man was almost floored by the vision that appeared in the
doorway. The girl, ("No, make that woman." He thought.) framed in the light of
the lowering sun was almost naked. She had obviously just gotten out of some
kind of pool, because her hair was soaked, and dangling in strings, and she
wore a tiny bikini that didn't hide a single one of her charms. The two tiny,
almost transparent, triangles that covered her budding breasts were plastered
down, and John could see each erect nipple through the gauzy wet cloth. The
third triangle vanished into the crack of her pouting vagina, actually inside
the lips, instead of covering them. (Her mother had worked hard, to get just
the right effect.) The result was overpowering. She would have been a lot less
desirable looking if she had been merely naked.

      "Oh Mr. Stockdale!" Cindy exclaimed. The nubile young girl jumped at him
with childish glee, and wrapping her wet arms around his neck, and gave him an
open mouthed kiss that made the one he had gotten the other day seem like one
from a maiden aunt. She pushed her lively little tongue between his teeth, and
almost down his throat, then wiggled her wet squirmy body so close that he felt
she had been plastered to his front. He had to put his arms around the
squirming child to keep his balance. The man's arms automatically wrapped
themselves around the excited little girl, and he couldn't help but be turned
on by the feeling of her wet naked skin. It had been a long time, since he had
a naked woman in his arms, and never one so young and eager. Being handsome had
it's advantages, but never had a woman (Child, he corrected himself as he
remembered her age.) come onto him like this.

      All of a sudden, her age, the reason he been called over, and the
situation as it must look to her family caused him to break out in a cold
sweat. He was dead! His school-teaching career was finished. They'd probably
lock him up and throw away the key until he was so old he wouldn't know what to
do with a woman, let alone be able to fuck one.

      Cindy felt the man go stiff with shock in her arms. "Now what's wrong?"
She thought. "What's wrong?" She put the thought into words.

      "Your parents!" the desperate man gasped.

      John managed to hold onto a ray of hope. Maybe nobody had noticed. The
faint glimmer died when he saw an older woman at the head of the stairs. She
had obviously been watching the reaction her offspring's attire and activity
had been causing. Catching the man's eye, she smiled, and John almost fainted
with relief. Her mother wasn't angry! In fact, she seemed almost pleased as she
ushered her guest into the living room with a volley of words:

      "Well why don't you invite the poor man in Cindy?"

      "Shame on you. Don't you have any manners?"

      "You must be John Stockdale. I see you and Cindy know each other" This
last with a sparkle in her eyes and voice that left the man wondering. Didn't
she mind?

      The woman was still fairly good looking for her forty years. Time seemed
to have gone easy on the fair skin and sensuous body. The woman's continuous
friendly chatter gathered up her errant child and soon-to-be lover and
deposited the two of them, alone, in the little girl's bedroom, without John
Stockdale ever being able to figure out later, how it was done.

      "Now you two sit right down here, and discuss your problem, while I
finish fixing dinner" The woman exited through the door, and he heard the latch
click. The silence was deafening.

      "Our problem?" He finally managed to inquire.

      "Well, my problem actually." The girl looked up at him hopefully.

      "Uh?" He encouraged.

      "I'm a virgin."

      "So?" John Stockdale was not one to be pushed.

      "So, I want you help me not-be one."

      The older man felt his ears turning red. Alone in a room with a nubile
young girl who wanted him to take her virginity was every man's wet-dream, but
this was unheard of! He temporized.

      "You What?" He exclaimed.

      "I want you to make love to me. Take my virginity. Pop my cherry. Bust my
hymen. Tap my. . ." She seemed about to continue, when he interrupted:

      "Ok. I get the message." He paused. "Your parents would kill me."

      "Mr. Stockdale." He got the feeling he was an idiot child being addressed
by an adult.

      "Yes." If he was going to be addressed as a child, he would answer as
one.

      "Who's bedroom are we in?"

      "Yours."

      "You're a man, I'm a woman, well girl." She amended. He looked at her and
had to agree again. Very definitely female.

      "I'm almost naked right?"

      John had to agree. Almost was right!

      "Who brought us here?"

      "Your mother." The light was beginning to dawn.

      "Did you hear the door lock when Mommy left?"

      He had, and he could now see where this conversation was heading.

      "You may not have noticed, but we passed Daddy in the hall. Did you see
him?"

      He shook his head.

      "Well he was there, and he saw US." she emphasized. "Now, for the sixty
four thousand dollar question." She paused.

      "What?" He couldn't help himself. He had to find out what she was getting
at.

      "How many Chaperones, do you see in this in this room?"

      "You don't mean?" It was too much, he choked.

      "Mommy and Daddy know I chose you. They want my first time to be nice,
Not some hurried "wham, bam, thank-you-mam" in the back seat of a jalopy. They
like you. More important, they trust you. Do you know what I mean?"

      He did, but another thought occurred. This had happened before.

      "Cindy, you don't expect me to marry you do you?" He had to ask. Other
women had tried the same trap, and her age didn't mean she was safe.

      Cindy gave him a smile that warmed the whole room like the sun coming
out.

      "John. Do you mind if I call you John, now that I'm no longer in your
class?"

      "Please do."

      "John." She savored the word. "If, when I get older, you decided you
wanted me to spend the rest of my life with you, and asked me to, I might say
yes. Right now, I'm just a horny young virgin, who wants to get laid, and
you're the man I picked for the job. No more, No less."

      "That's quite an honor in itself." He replied shook by the child's
wisdom.

      "Then you will?" Cindy held her breath.

      "I'll do my best."

      At these quiet words, Cindy exploded with glee. Wrapping her nearly naked
body around the man, she began covering him with kisses and hugs so that he
felt nearly smothered. Responding freely this time, he ran his big hands all
over her squirming little body. Feeling her nubile young tits, and running his
hand down her flat little belly and slipping his finger into the crack between
her legs. The feel of her soft naked skin was enough to drive a man wild.

      The man was about to pull off the girl's bikini, when there was an
interruption.

      "Supper's ready, you two in there." The gruff voice obviously belonged to
the girl's father.

      "Just a minute Daddy!" The child's voice was two octaves higher.

      "This'll have to do for now." Cindy said as she snuggled her near naked
body up to his and gave him a last tongue-sucking kiss that made his hair stand
on end.

      "Wow! When she gets a little older!" He thought, then gathered his
mysteriously unbuttoned pants back together as they made themselves presentable
for dinner. He watched as Cindy slipped into a baby-doll nightie that, if
anything, made her look sexier than just the bikini alone.

      Noticing his glance, she reassured him. "Don't worry. It's just Family."

      "Some family." Was his thought as the barely dressed little girl led him
out the door, and into the kitchen where dinner was just getting underway.

      That evening, John knew he would remember every minute of, until the day
he died. He would probably dream of it when he was lying in his coffin. The
thing that impressed him most, was the very ordinariness. The way everybody
acted as if there was absolutely nothing unusual going on.

      The first thing he noticed, was all the reassuring smiles everybody gave
him, as the welcome chatter of the effusive woman led him over to the crowded
table and ushered him into a chair where Cindy was squeezed in alongside.
Everyone seemed genuinely glad to see him, and he couldn't detect a trace of
phoniness in their cordial greetings. "Hi Mr. Stockdale" This was from a 16
year old boy (young man, he corrected himself) John recognized from his class
of 5 years ago. Now he placed the boy (man) as Cindy's older brother. The
teenager grinned at him, then gave an even bigger approving smile at his Cindy.
Cindy smiled back as she snuggled closer.

      A second "Hello Mr. Stockdale" directed his attention to the woman who
was sitting next to his former student. What a woman! If Cindy was dressed to
arouse, this woman was a walking invitation to rape. The first thing you
noticed (couldn't help but notice) was her enormously overdeveloped breasts.
These topped a petite little body that seem to exude sex. The hips were wiggled
at him with a sensuous promise that implied "anything you see, that you like,
you can have." He rethought his earlier estimate. It would be impossible to
rape someone who was that obviously willing. This incredible body was encased
in a miniskirt that seemed to have been painted on. The skirt was so short,
John realized he would be able to see the indentation of the woman's slit in
her panties, even when she stood up. As for when she sat down. . . John felt
himself get hot under the collar. The dress must have been cut to exact fit,
because her enormous breasts stretched the fabric without a wrinkle. He
realized he could make out the bumps of nipples through the fabric. She
obviously wasn't wearing a bra, even with that exaggerated bosom.

      John was finally able to force his popping eyeballs above the woman's
neckline, and received a shock. This wasn't a woman. It was just a girl! He
recognized the attractive face of the teenager from the same class as Billy
Macon, and wondered what she was doing there.

      "Don't mind Marylin." Came the admonition from his table partner. "She
fucks everybody. . . Can't help it. If you ever need a piece, just call
Marylin." This astonishing morsel of advice from the girl who so obviously had
a crush on him just about floored John. He looked over at the girls face above
the twin cannons that were now directed at him. The huge mammarys of the girl
swayed as she made a "mew" of her face at Cindy, then nodded to confirm the
younger girls statement.

      John's embarrassment was cut short by two squeaky "Hi Mr. Stockdale."'s
from his left. It was obvious that the two children sitting next to him, were
not only brother and sister, but miniature versions of Billy and Cindy. He
suddenly realized, he was looking at 2 of his prospective students for the next
2 years. As he gravely said hello, the 10 and 9-year-old youngsters lapsed into
embarrassed silence. After all, what do you say to the teacher who's class
everybody seemed to dread, but who turned a smile like that on you?

      The schoolteacher ("Turned child-rapist." He thought to himself.) next
turned to meet the person he had been dreading. The girl's father.

      George Macon knew what was going on in the man's mind by the trapped-bird
look the nervous pedagogue threw his way. "The man's trying desperately to
smile." Was his thought, and knew if he didn't put the man at his ease, his
daughter's night would be ruined, and it would be his fault. "Well," He thought
as he approached the other man with a welcome smile, and a warm outstretched
hand. "My oversexed daughter does have good taste in men."

      George put the thought into words, smiled at the man's raised eyebrows,
and spoke the other thought that had been in his mind all evening. "Just don't
hurt my little girl." This caution was given in such a friendly positive
manner, that John felt complimented, as well as warned.

      The friendly, chattering woman made it clear that she was Cindy's mother,
as she seated everyone, and started to serve dinner.

      Dinner was a warm comfortable meal where everybody helped themselves.
There was a constant background chatter about school activities being
wrapped-up, friends vacations being planned, and other beginning-of-summer
activities. The roasted chicken was crisp on the outside, and hot and juicy on
the inside. The potatoes were real mashed potatoes with a wonderful homemade
chicken gravy. Everyone kept pressing him to: "Have some more of this.", and
"Won't you try some of that." until John felt like he was at his mother's house
during one of her famous holiday feeds. During the entire meal, Cindy clung to
his side, and while she had joined in the friendly chatter, he noticed that she
had spent most of the time either listening, or just resting her head on his
shoulder. All of a sudden, it seemed like he was doing the right thing by being
here, instead of just indulging himself in some dirty-old-man's fantasy. He
wrapped his arm around the sexy little girl, and enjoyed the warmth of her body
as she snuggled into his caress. The other people at the table smiled at him,
and he could feel the wave of approval at his loosening up. He decided: "If
these people didn't mind. He shouldn't either."

      At this, the last bit of tenseness left him, and he began to use his
considerable diplomacy to be not only welcome in this extraordinary house, but
to try and fit in. He started by befriending the two shy children on his left.
After a short while, he had the two youngsters giggling over a story about 2
fish and a bear, his own father used to tell him when he was their age. Next,
he turned his attention on Cindy's mother, and won her heart by begging for a
copy of the recipe for the chicken gravy that he had liked so much. The two
teenagers, he ingratiated by telling a story about the school picnic 5 years
ago that filled in the missing pieces of what, to the children of that class,
had been a mystery.

      "Do you mean to tell me, that that's why there weren't any French-fries"
Snickered Marylin.

      "Well, we couldn't use the grease after that, you know." He replied.

      "Mrs. Johnson must have been mortified. I always wondered why she moved
to Arizona." Billy was amused, but a little sad also. After all, Mrs. Johnson
had been one of his favorite teachers. He had once had a terrific crush on the
pretty young teacher, and it had been a blow when she had moved out of state.

      John Stockdale turned his attention to the man sitting at the head of the
table.

      George Macon was amused. He had been watching the progress of his
daughter's paramour's attention proceed around the table. As the pedagogue gave
each person his attention, George could see the care he took, and his
admiration for the man increased. By the time John had focused his attention on
him, he prepared himself to be wowed.

      Instead of speaking, John just looked at George, raised his eyebrows to
show he knew his efforts were appreciated, and returned his attentions to the
comely wench whose machinations had started this wild scenario. The "wench" was
delighted. Her handsome soon-to-be lover, had made friends with her whole fami-
ly, and was obviously pleased with her as well. She shivered with delight, as
she remembered how her mother had planned the rest of the evening.

      John Stockdale got up from his seat at the table. His missing the rest of
chapter.

      "Now you two youngsters go in there, and have a good time. Cindy, you
shouldn't still be wearing that swimsuit, go get decent." She chattered as she
ushered her offspring back to her bedroom to "get decent" and John to an
overstuffed love-seat that was placed back-to-back with a full-sized couch that
faced the large television in the living room. From her 40-year vantage point,
the 16 year difference in their ages was not that great. They were both
"youngsters" to her.

      From that moment on, the rest of the night seemed like one long wet dream
to the sexually-deprived teacher. A wet dream that he couldn't wake up from. If
it had been any normal wet dream, he knew he would have woke up with the
solution to his problem all over his hand in the first 20 minutes.

      First, Cindy returned from her bedroom, wearing the same short dress she
had been wearing the previous day. Only this time, she wore no pantyhose. She
joined him on the couch, snuggled up to him with a sensuous wiggle, and gave
him a kiss that never seemed to end. John emerged from the kiss with a gasp.

      "We'd better cool it Cindy, Your parents might notice." He decided to
follow Arlene's advice, and play along.

      "They won't notice, they're watching TV." Whispered Cindy right back,
getting into the game. "Besides, it's too dark over here for them to see
anything."

      John took a look around. Cindy was right. The rest of the family was
watching some loud drama on the large television set, and if they wanted to
look over at Cindy and her "date", they would have to really crane their necks.
He also noticed the lighting was arranged so that he and Cindy were in almost
complete darkness, while anyone looking at them would be looking into the glare
of the bulb that provided the sparse illumination in the living room. It was
almost as if someone had set up the room to make it easy for a girl to be
seduced by her boyfriend there. (It had, Arlene had spent 2 hours adjusting the
furniture angles to get it just right.)

      The man reached for the girl, and wrapped his arm around her waist, up
under her dress, just below her blossoming breasts. Cindy gave a delighted
squeal, and kissed him again, as his fingers reached her bra-less bosom.

      "Did you say something Cindy?" Came the inquiry from the couch.

      "No Mama." Came the more subdued reply. "Just talking to John here." She
tried hard to keep from squealing again, as the man's warm hand started
massaging her oversensitive breasts right underneath her skimpy little dress.
Well, two could play at that game. She started massaging the front of his
trousers with her hand.

      "Unnnh." John couldn't hold back the groan, and they both glanced to see
if the sound had attracted more attention from the other side of the room. Not
apparently.

      For the next hour, the two lovers "made out" on the love seat. They
cuddled, and smooched, and he played with her breasts till the aureoles were
red and swollen. He "felt her up" between the legs, and slid a digit in and out
while she pretended to try to squirm away from his "immodest" advances. She
responded by reaching in his pants, and fondling his organ until it was so
swollen that even with it pointing straight up his belly, inside his pants, the
tip was almost exposed at the top of his belt. Once, after checking to make
sure nobody was looking, she pulled his belt down an inch, so she could kiss
the tip, and wiggle her tongue in the slit. It took all of John's willpower to
keep from exploding hot sticky sperm all over the excited child's face and his
own pants. Mostly the two just kissed. "Kissing" was almost an insult to the
ability of the girl however. John didn't know who had taught the child to kiss.
(It was her brother.) He was just grateful to be the one on whom she wanted to
use her expertise. Her warm soft mouth would cover his, while she licked his
teeth, and the inside of his mouth. She would then stick her tongue in his
mouth and twine her tongue around his. Sometimes she would suck his tongue into
her mouth, and sometimes she would shove her lively little tongue almost down
his throat. All of this, while hugging and cuddling with him in a manner
guaranteed to get a rise out of a stone statue.

      It was almost a relief, when there was a "Bang!" from the screen door in
the kitchen announcing the return of Billy and Marylin. It seemed that
relatives had come to visit at Marylin's house and, with her room occupied by
two cousins, she and Billy would not have the privacy she required. Arlene
"solved" the bed mixup, by announcing loudly "Cindy, you'll just have to sleep
on the couch tonight."

      This interruption, spoiled the setting, so Arlene suggested that they all
take a soak in the hot-tub.

      John had noticed the hot tub, when he came into the house, but had been
too distracted up to now to realize that it was where his young "date" had been
lying in wait. "But I didn't bring a swim suit." He pleaded.

      "Oh don't be silly. You don't need one." This from the older woman as she
calmly stripped in front of everyone and proceeded to climb naked into the
swirling water.

      Cindy was already shrugging out of her dress, and he heard two loud cries
of glee as two naked children dashed down the stairs and splashed into the
large tub. As the two kids dashed by him, he was shocked when he noticed
Cindy's younger brother, Mike. The little boy had the schlong of an adult!
Little Ginny looked like any other little 9-year-old girl, beautiful face, with
kind of a wistful expression on it, no breasts, or hips to speak of, and just a
tiny hairless slit was visible before the two children vanished into the
swirling water of the hot-tub.

      "Well, When in Rome." He said, as he removed his pants, and followed the
vision of loveliness down the stairs to the big redwood tub set deep in the
floor. He lowered himself into the hot water, and then nearly jumped out again
as the feeling of Cindy, rubbing her slippery naked skin against his, while she
slithered up alongside him and nibbled on his ear, almost made his hair stand
on end.

      The girl snuggled up to him, rubbing her slippery young breasts against
him and cooed in his ear. "Look at Marylin. Isn't she just a sight?"

      He pulled his attention away from his own reactions, and looked up to see
what Cindy was talking about. It really was quite a sight. Marylin Summers was
about to enter the tub naked. Her mammoth breasts stuck out in front of her
even without a bra to support them. She was showing off her body to each of the
men, as she pushed her oversized frontal development at each of them. "Marylin,
Don't" Pleaded Billy, embarrassed at his girlfriend's actions. The girl gave
him a big pout, but subsided, and pushed through the water to where she could
sit on his lap. John thought for a second, that the girl actually sat right
down so her boyfriend's penis went inside her, but decided it was an illusion
caused by the swirling water. He had enough problems with his own penis, and
the lovely young thing squirming in his lap had caused it to slip up between
her legs where she occasionally would reach down in the water and give it a
squeeze with her bare hand. Nobody seemed to notice.

      John glanced over at Marylin again. The older girl was sitting there with
a peaceful look on her face, as though she was enjoying something, while Billy
had an almost strangled look on his. John wondered what the self-admitted
sex-bomb was doing to the boy under the cover of the bubbling water. Whatever
it was, nobody else seemed to notice. Shortly, Marylin got out of the water,
grabbed a towel and headed up the stairs, leaving Billy looking bushed as he
relaxed in the foamy waters.

      The rush and bubble of the water was beginning to remind John of
something. "Uh Cindy. Don't" Her touch was too much on his suddenly
oversensitive cock. "Where's the bathroom? I've got to pee." He whispered in
her ear to keep from dying of embarrassment.

      "Up the stairs. Second door on the right." Came back the whispered
response.

      John got out of the tub in a hurry suddenly conscious of the fact that
his naked cock was sticking straight out in front of like a billy-club where
everyone could see. The only reaction he got though, was a point up the stairs
from Arlene who seemed to guess what his problem was.

      The man made a mad dash up the stairs, managed to avoid tripping over a
pile of discarded clothing, and charged into the toilet in a hurried scramble.
He came to an abrupt halt as he realized the bathroom was not empty. It was, in
fact occupied by Marylin, who was sitting on the stool letting Billy's cum drip
out of her vagina, before returning to the hot tub. John Stockdale almost slid
into the room on a loose bath mat, and he stopped with his overstimulated and
underused cock almost in the face of the 16 year old girl with the
overdeveloped bosom. His face turned red.

      "I. I... " He tried to say "I'm sorry" but the words just wouldn't come.

      Marylin ignored his protestations. Staring her in the face was a lovely
hard cock that needed service, and if there was one thing that Marylin knew, it
was how to service a hard cock. She shut the man up by swallowing it.

      Oh Marylin, you don't have to..."

      The girl ignored him and kept on sucking. She ran her tongue over the
tip, licked up and down the shaft, and then just plain sucked until the
overstimulation he had been getting all evening got the better of him.

      "Uh Marylin, I'm going to cum. You'd better let me pull out." He tried to
disengage, thinking she would be disgusted if he ejaculated in her mouth, and
was astonished when she started sucking even harder. He couldn't help himself,
he started to squirt hot sticky cum right into her mouth.

      Marylin wrapped her tongue around the spewing instrument, and savored the
taste of her former teacher's cum. She loved the taste of cum almost as much as
she liked it squirting up her overheated little pussy. Besides, she had had a
crush on "Mr." Stockdale for years. To have him squirting his seed in her mouth
was almost a dream come true. She realized he was Cindy's date, but figured she
would take the "edge" off him so he would be able to do the younger girl
properly, she rationalized.

      John's cock was now shrinking to it's normal size, and the reduced
pressure reminded him of the chore he had come into the bathroom to accomplish.
"Marylin stop." He warned. "I've got to pee." The teenager kept on sucking the
last of his cum out of his penis, and he could see her throat gulp as she
swallowed the last drops.

      "Marylin, I'm going to pee in your mouth if you don't stop!" He warned
louder now as his bladder control almost deserted him.

      "Mmmmpfhhf Mmmmd" She responded as she kept her mouth fastened around his
now flaccid penis. It sounded vaguely like "Go ahead."

      The man lost control. His penis squirted. He tried to hold back, but his
bladder pressure had grown too strong. John expected the girl to pull back in
disgust, when he started to piss in her mouth, but she actually sucked harder.
It was too much effort to restrain himself any more. He let go. A stream of
urine poured out of his cock into the teenager's sucking mouth. He felt the
youngster swallow more of his cock so the head of his penis was at the back of
her mouth, and he was actually pissing down the girl's throat. John had never
done anything so obscene in his life. A couple of women had "let him" come in
their mouths, but they had not enjoyed it. This was incredible. The oversexed
teenybopper with the massive boobs had not only swallowed his come, but she was
sucking his cock while he emptied his bladder down her throat, drinking his
urine as if she liked it. The man could see the muscles of the young girl's
throat working, as she swallowed and strained to keep up with the deluge. It
seemed like an eternity he stood peeing in the girl while the stream of urine
poured down her throat. Finally, the torrent slowed to a trickle, then
spasmodic squirts, then stopped.

      Marylin pulled the man's cock from her mouth, and licked the few
remaining drops from the head. She couldn't believe she had actually done that.
It seemed so incredibly nasty, even for her. At the time however, it had seemed
like the most natural thing in the world. She liked Mr. Stockdale a lot, and
since she couldn't get up, she couldn't let him pee on the floor could she? She
knew that there was a flaw in her logic somewhere, but was not inclined to
trace it down. She decided she'd probably let him do it again, if he wanted to.
She gave his cock one last obscene kiss, and told him "Now you just go back
there, and take good care of Cindy. But first..." At this she pulled his lips
down to hers.

      John was at first a little turned off at the thought of kissing the mouth
that had just urinated in, when he remembered. It was his urine the girl had
just swallowed, and if she liked him well enough to do that how could he refuse
to kiss the mouth that had been so generous to him. He concentrated on giving
Marylin the kiss she deserved, while ignoring the faint whiff of ammonia that
clung to her mouth. After a few seconds, it no longer bothered him, and he let
his tongue duel with hers for several long seconds before disengaging with a
loud "smack!". He then gave Marylin a final peck on the lips, a grateful pat on
the head, and left the bathroom to continue with his "date".

      John returned to the hot tub feeling relieved. Without the twin pressures
of a full bladder, and a hard cock, he felt like he might make it through the
rest of the evening without embarrassing himself. He didn't realize that the
state of his erection signaled more to those watching than he realized. He slid
into the tub conscious of a battery of amused eyes on his naked body. "What's
so funny?" He wondered as Cindy slid up alongside him and rubbed her pert
little mounds of breasts against his side. She reached down and fisted his now
flaccid penis.

      "Oh darn!" The little girl exclaimed. "Marylin must have gotten to him."

      The man felt his face turn bright red as the tub exploded into laughter
around him. He felt as though he wanted to duck his head under the water, and
not bother to come up.

      "It's OK." Came the reassuring voice of the naked little girl squirming
next to him. "I don't mind. We all know that Marylin will be Marylin."

      John managed to reopen his eyes and look around the circle of family
members in the tub. Eye after eye caught his, and each amused face gave him a
nod that showed they appreciated his predicament. Nobody seemed to be mad at
him, not even the little 11-year-old girl whose sexual privileges had been
usurped. John resolved to make it up to her. He started running his hands up
and down the sides of the naked little girl, ignoring the friendly crowd of
family members that were so interestedly watching. He massaged the child's
front, ran his hands over her slippery little breasts, and down between her
legs. He then motioned her to get out of the tub, and onto a towel where he
proceeded to rub the naked little girl's back, really getting into the massage.

      "Here, use this." Came the quiet voice of the girl's mother.

      He looked around. Except for Arlene, he was alone with Cindy. He could
hear some quiet conversation leaking down from the living room, but that was
the only other indication of life in the house. He looked back at the woman who
was proffering him a tube of something.

      "Use this." The woman repeated. "It makes the skin slippery." Then, she
handed him the tube of massage-oil. With that, she quietly left, and proceeded
up the stairs to rejoin the rest of her family.

      Cindy had turned over when she hear her mother's voice. Now she lay naked
on the towel and enjoyed the slippery feel of her older lover's hands massaging
her breasts, tummy, and legs. He tickled her little snatch, and ran a tentative
finger up inside. She responded by arching her back so the probing finger went
clear up to her unbroken hymen.

      "Not so fast, little one." Cautioned John. "We have all night." With
this, he motioned the girl to turn over on her belly.

      Cindy decided to relax and enjoy the massage. She felt the older man
massaging her feet for a deliciously long time. Then he proceeded to work on
her calves, and then up to her thighs. The girl felt frustrated when he stopped
working on her thighs without touching the hot little hole between them, that
she felt needed lots of attention also. Still, she let him proceed at his own
pace.

      The older man now climbed on top of the little girl, almost crushing her
for a moment. Then, he proceeded to rub her scalp with the tips of his fingers.

      "Mmmmmmmm." Cindy purred. She could almost go to sleep, the massage was
relaxing her so much. However the thought of the naked man, on top of her, with
his naked cock pressing against her naked little ass was too exciting to allow
that.

      John Stockdale had a problem. To coin a phrase, a "big" problem. He
wanted to rub the little girl's back, but his engorged cock kept getting in the
way. "Uh Cindy?" He asked.

      "Unnh?"

      "My...cock. It's getting in the way. Would you mind if I put it down
between your legs?" He held his breath as he waited for the little girl's
response.

      Cindy giggled. He had to ask? She responded by spreading her legs wide,
until she felt the big piece of salami go down between her legs, and come to
rest against her creaming little cunt. She then closed her legs around the warm
pulsating hunk of meat.

      John smeared the oil on the sexy little girl's back. He enjoyed the
feeling of her silky-smooth legs and slippery little crack massaging his cock,
as he massaged her back. He rubbed her arms, and worked his way down her back
enjoying the slippery feel of the oil on her skin as he massaged her shoulders,
then her waist and backbone and finally worked his way down to her pert little
rump.

      AS his work progressed down the back of the little girl, John sat up
straighter and straighter until, when he started rubbing her delicious little
ass, he was sitting bolt upright. The pressure this put on his erect penis,
forced it against the little girl's crack, until he felt the lips of her slit
surround the head. The sexy little girl didn't object. In fact, she wiggled her
little butt to seat the head of his cock firmly against the entrance to her
vagina.

      John proceeded to rub the pert little ass of the delicious little girl.
As he did so, he felt the lips of her tiny slit sucking at the head of his
engorged penis. Each time he pushed up on her cute little fanny, her tiny
snatch would spread apart, and he would see the tip of his cock pushing against
her slick little hole. Then, as he released the pressure, her vaginal lips
would snap back around the head with a sucking smack.

      "Uh Honey." He warned. "I'm gonna cum. Is it Ok to cum in you?" He worked
the head of his cock a little farther in, until he felt a ring of muscles
gripping the very tip.

      "Mmmmmmm." Responded Cindy as she rotated her ass, trying to capture the
deliciously probing instrument.

      It was too much for John. He held the tip of his cock against the open
slit of the unresisting little girl, and let spasm after spasm of slippery cum
be conveyed from his overstimulated penis, into her welcoming young vagina. He
looked down as his erupting penis squirted his potent sperm into the tiny
little slit. He wondered if the child could get pregnant, but was to overcome
by the sensations to stop now, even if he had known that she could. Finally the
spasms slowed and he pulled his cock back to where he could see the little
girl's hole, now open, with an obscene little puddle of his sperm welling up in
the bottom. He hadn't realized he was holding his breath, until it all came out
with a rush. "Whoooo!" He said.

      "Mmmmmm." Responded Cindy again, enjoying the naughty feeling of having
her teacher's warm slippery sperm soaking into her belly. "That was nice."

      John had to agree. It was more than just "nice".

      While the two of them got dressed again, he quietly said. "Cindy? I
should have asked before. You're not on the pill are you?" It was more of a
statement, than a question.

      Cindy smiled up at him sensuously. "Of course not. I'm still a virgin."
Then she giggled. "Though for a moment there, I thought I wouldn't be."

      She put a finger to his lips as he started to say something. "Now don't
worry. I just had my period yesterday, so I should be pretty safe. Also, If by
chance I do get pregnant, no one will ever know it's you. Mommy said she'd help
if I did."

      "You mean you'd have an abortion?" He couldn't help but feel sad at the
thought. "No, Silly! I meant Mom would act as if it were her own. I'd just have
another baby brother. Or sister." She added. "And your Father went along with
this?" He was incredulous.

      "John." Cindy rolled the name on her tongue.

      "Yes Cindy?" Her name coming from his lips, felt almost as good.

      "How much luck have you had tonight, avoiding Mother's little schemes?"

      "None." He had to admit.

      "I rest my case."

      The two of them spent the rest of the evening cuddled up together on the
big sofa watching television right through the 10 O'clock news. It felt so
comfortable, they almost fell asleep in each other's arms before Arlene came to
shoo them off to bed.

      John found himself alone in Cindy's bedroom, as he proceeded to undress.
He looked around the room, and saw a typical little girl's bedroom. Dolls were
stacked in one corner, a cute little chair with pretty pink hearts filled the
other one. A dresser cluttered with little-girl toys. No makeup. The bed
smelled faintly of her, as he slipped naked between the sheets. He always slept
naked, and he didn't see why things should be different tonight. John felt
slightly disappointed that Cindy wasn't in the room with him, but he realized
that making love to the little girl in her own bed, while her parents slept
right down the hall, had just been a lecherous fantasy. He snuggled down to get
some sleep, burying his nose in the girl's pillow to help him remember her
sweet scent.

      The man had barely gotten to sleep, when he was awakened by someone
opening the door. He watched through slits in his eyes, as the door opened,
somebody slipped inside, and then it was dark again as the closing crack of the
door shut off the little light that had been coming from the hall. There was no
sound on the carpeted floor, as the figure came over to the bed, lifted the
covers, and slid in alongside.

      All of a sudden, John found himself with an armful of deliciously naked
squirming little girl.

      Cindy panted in his ear. "I thought they'd never get to sleep."

      "Who?" He was puzzled. "Your parents?"

      "No silly. Mike and Ginny." She explained, referring to her younger
siblings. "Now shut up, and show me how much you like me." With this she pulled
the older man on top of her and started to hug and kiss him like she had wanted
to all day. It was so deliciously naughty to be laying in her own bed with a
naked man. She reached down to his suddenly erect penis, and placed the tip at
the entrance to her creaming little slit. "Now push it all the way up inside
me." She instructed.

      "Uh Cindy, are you sure?" John gave her one last chance to back out.

      "If I'm not sure, It's kinda late now don't you think?" She reassured
him.

      The man had to agree. Deciding that it was now or never, he started to
push his swollen cock into the little girl. Both of them gasped when the
engorged member popped inside the ring of muscles at the entrance, and then
slid with a rush on in until the head was pushing at the surprised little
girl's unbroken hymen.

      John let his prick soak in the sucking heat of the child's belly. He
enjoyed the clasping of the muscles at the entrance to her vagina around the
middle of his cock, while the head probed at her virginity. "This might hurt a
little." He warned as he prepared to take the final step.

      "I know." Came back the squeaky cry. "Just do it. Please?" Cindy was
frightened by the thought of the pain, but even more frightened that he might
not do it if she showed her fright to him. With this, the determined little
girl pushed her crotch up at the man as he bore down.

      Cindy felt a ripping sensation inside her. If she hadn't known what to
expect, she would have thought that he had ripped open the walls of her vagina,
and was pushing his penis right on through a hole in her stomach. It hurt! The
little girl began to cry.

      John stopped. He knew he had broken the child's hymen when he felt his
penis suddenly slip all the way up into her belly. This should have been one of
the most exciting moments of his life, as the young girl surrendered her
virginity to him. Instead he felt like a heel. He had never liked the thought
of causing pain, and now the girl's quiet sobbing was breaking his heart. His
cock went as flat and soft as a wet noodle. It slid out of the girl's vagina
and plopped down against his balls. He knew the girl would never forgive him
for this, so he grabbed his clothes and quietly headed for the door. It was
going to seem awfully lonely back at his bachelor apartment. Tomorrow, he'd
apologize to the child's parents, and move out of town if necessary.

      "John." The sobbing voice of the child stopped him as he reached the
door.

      "I'm sorry I hurt you Cindy. I'm going now. You won't have to see me
again." He was determined to make it easy on the girl. John struggled into his
shirt, as he prepared to go.

      "Don't you DARE leave me now!" The determined voice of the young woman
stopped his retreat again.

      "But I hurt you. I thought you'd be mad." He came back to the side of the
bed where Cindy had turned on the bedside lamp. She looked so innocent, and
childlike with the covers pulled up to just cover her budding breasts. Her nose
was red, and he could see a trickle of dampness coming from the corner of each
eye. The girl snuffled, then spoke:

      "John." She was treating him like a wayward child again. "I had to lose
it sometime. It would have hurt then as well. You heard me say that I wanted
you to do it. Well I did. So it hurts a little, I'll get over it. I never asked
you to go. Now you come back here, and get in bed with me or I'll never forgive
you as long as I live."

      John Stockdale knew when he was licked. He dropped his clothes on the
floor and comforted the little girl by holding her in his arms and cuddling her
until he almost fell asleep. His penis, pleasantly stimulated by the smooth
naked skin rubbing against it, started to rise again. Cindy felt his rising
cock against her belly, and asked. "John?"

      "Huh?" he tried to shake the sleepiness from his head.

      "Could we try it again. It probably won't hurt so much this time." The
girl was insistent.

      John almost lost his hard-on at the reminder of the pain he had already
caused the girl but she worked her little body against him, and kissed him
until his cock was as erect and ready as before. "Now push." she prompted him.

      This time, his erect penis went all the way up inside the little girl
with a rush. John felt his balls come to rest against the child's ass, while
the head of his penis butted up against her womb.

      "See. That didn't hurt so much." The tears squeezing out of the corners
of her eyelids put the lie to her reassurance. "Now fuck me, and cum in me."
She encouraged. "I want my first time to be good for you."

      "Cindy was starting to enjoy the feelings again."

      John closed his eyes so he wouldn't see the tears, and concentrated on
getting his rocks off. The child was determined to have him cum in her, and he
knew she would keep trying, no matter how much it hurt, until he did. The least
he could do, was make it quick. He began sliding his cock in and out, savoring
the nip of the muscles at the entrance, and enjoying the feeling of her cervix
poking at the head of his cock when he reached bottom. In and out, in and out.
He knew he was close, just a little more...

      Cindy was starting to enjoy the feelings again. Except for an occasional
twinge when the head of his cock brushed against the torn remnants of her
virginity, it was exciting to be lying underneath a rutting male who was about
to squirt his sperm into her hungry vagina. Especially a virile man like Mr.
Stockdale, who really cared about how a woman felt. Cindy went warm all over as
she suddenly realized how much she loved him. This unexpected revelation,
combined with the internal stimulation he was giving her, took the child over
the edge. Her mind abruptly went blank as her vagina went into convulsions
around the thick piece of gristle that was about to inseminate her. She grabbed
her lover in a death-grip, and started bucking wildly as her first full-blown
orgasm with a cock inside her belly overtook her.

      The sudden squeezing of her vagina on his cock took John Stockdale by
surprise. He had never expected the little girl to climax on their first try.
Her reaction was the last straw. John began squirting stream after stream of
hot sticky sperm into the spasming belly of the 11 year old girl. Squirt after
squirt. He was trying to empty himself into her. The man knew he should pull
out, so as to not get the child pregnant, but couldn't. Her legs were wrapped
around his as her young body worked frantically, trying to reproduce. Her
clutching vagina milked out every last drop of her older lover's creamy seed.
Finally, her spasms eased, and she enjoyed the final moments with the last
hazardous drops of his sticky sperm slowly leaking from his prick into her
vagina, up near her womb.

      "Whuuuff, That was good. I never expected that!"

      John had to agree as he collapsed on top of the woman-child completely
exhausted. Shortly, the two of them fell asleep, the very picture of two people
fucking. He between her spread legs, with his cock still dripping his potent
seed into the young girl's developing womb.