Date: Fri, 28 Aug 2015 15:27:38 +0100
From: rachaelbf@hotmail.co.uk
Subject: Emmie, The Definition of Perfection

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try to stretch the boundaries of imagination and write enough words, just
enough, for the reader to take themselves into the worlds I create.  Nobody
can condone underage sex, coercive sex or forced sex.  The stories I write
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Emmie, The Definition of Perfection



As anyone who has ever read any of my work, you will know that I try to
keep things varied and different but many have asked where my inspiration
comes from.  This story is a little more of a departure for me so let me
explain.

I have earned a little bit of a younger fan base over the last few years
and sometimes, they contact me to discuss more personal matters.  This is
something I take very seriously and some of their experiences have
manifested themselves into elements of my stories with some added
imagination.  This story is different because it is very little of my own
imagination, I am merely writing the story, thoughts and dreams of Emma, or
Emmie to her friends.  How much of this story is actions and how much is
dreams, well that is for you to decide.  The truth will stay between me,
and the gorgeous Emmie.  (Naturally, names and places have been changed for
privacy purposes)

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ME!!!!!  If you have a message you'd want to share with the characters,
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Part 1 –

As I begin, I will say categorically that the description I am about to
give is 100% truth.  As an author I am granted a little poetic licence with
my stories but Emmie is absolutely gorgeous and doesn't need fiction to
assist in her description.  When I first met her online, she had just
turned 14.  She stands about 5ft 6in tall.  She has shoulder length,
natural blonde hair which has a bit of a wave to it, not curly and is the
type of hair that looks lovely but has a bit of a mind of its own.  She is
beautifully slim with small but curvy hips and to finish the picture of her
body, a lovely pair of breasts which would make any guy gasp as she passes.
She is a B cup as we write but will probably grow a little more yet.
Facially, she is so damned pretty!  She lives in Greece now but still her
skin is fair and that little bit of tan suits her well, complimenting her
baby blue eyes and beautiful smile.  In short, she is a something of a
babe.  I have told her that I find her incredibly attractive which she
takes in good spirit but when we first started to talk, she only confessed
to a passing fantasy of being with a girl but my suspicions were that she
may want to dabble with someone of the same sex in the future.  It was just
a hunch but..... well I will let the following chapters tell her story as
it happened.  So, we get the picture..... Emmie = Hot chick!  OK, let's
move on!

I said she lives in Greece but she is English born, only emigrating after
her parents split, shortly after her 6th birthday.  I'm not going to go
into the ins and outs of the divorce of her parents, it isn't too relevant
for this story.  Suffice to say that Emmie still sees her father in holiday
times but, as her informative years have been with her stepfather, she had
certainly grown much closer to him.  Added to the fact that at aged just 6,
Emmie walked in on her biological father masturbating on several occasions.
Obviously he stopped when she saw him but this led to her playing with
herself at a very early age.  This wasn't really masturbation, just random
playing from association with her father's acts.  Given her age at that
time and that nothing improper happened, I will leave that point there.

Another point that I will NOT outline fully, was the time that Emmie was
sexually assaulted, aged 8.  This happened in a public area and the man
committed a serious act upon her.  It was non penetrative but was as scary
as hell for the young girl.  I do not approve of descriptive tales on girls
of that age so I will not go further on that point, suffice to say that it
was a major trauma for such a young and innocent kid.  At no point was
there pleasure for her in that assault, only fear.

I am happy to say that Emmie never referred back to that incident in her
private times of pleasure and her masturbation techniques moved on, a year
or so later, her imagination slowly allowing images of men joining her in
her fantasies.  The early start of her playing and the nice feelings that
she felt, Emmie says that she loved the sensations so much that at the
tender age of 9, she continued with her playing beyond her normal touches
and brought about her first orgasms.  From then, she was hooked completely.

Now, I speak to a lot of teens about their voyages of discovery and there
is, more often than not, a common theme of research for them.  Looking at
those around for signs of genitalia!  Emmie was no different.  Living in
Greece, the summer months could get quite uncomfortable and her stepfather,
Jack, would often walk around the house in just his briefs and would sleep
on top of the bed in a similar way.  Emmie told me that she was never lucky
enough for a full view but had often seen the outline of his cock in his
pants and once or twice, noticed that in the mornings, the tube would be
thicker and longer.  The full view had still evaded her.  Did she have a
crush on her stepdad?  At this stage, definitely not.  Yes, she loved him
dearly and they were extremely close but, a crush it wasn't!

At 13, Emmie's voyage truly began.  She had her first boyfriend and he was
lovely!  She had never been happier and they soon began to find some alone
time, either by the private pool or in their rooms, watching movies.  They
never really saw a movie through to the end because their fumbling in the
dark.  They never did any swimming either!  Emmie explored into his
trousers and pleased him greatly as she wanked him, emptying his balls on
many occasions.  His roaming was also pleasing to the young girl as he
played with her delicious breasts and caressed her pussy.  Her mind was
contemplating her first blow job to show her feelings for her fella, her
heart falling for him big time but things changed quickly.  The boyfriend,
completely unexpectedly, said that his feelings weren't the same anymore
and he called it all off.  I had just started to talk to Emmie at this
stage and I had only just described some of the best ways to perform a blow
job so I felt her pain in a big way.  Thankfully, her pain seemed to
dissipate faster than most and I am sure that she was quite pleased that
she hadn't given him either a blow job, or her virginity!

I decided to take our sexual conversations to a different level and we
began to discuss my online, erotic stories.  Most of the teens I speak to,
as mentioned before, have come to me through my stories and my online
posts, but Emmie didn't.  She came to me on a recommendation of a friend,
of her stepdad's.  I was a little surprised at this.  No, that is an
understatement.  I was incredibly surprised by this and at first, I was a
little suspicious.  Why would a stepfather put his teen daughter onto a
girl in her twenties to talk about sex?  I did grill Emmie on this but it
seems that they have a really good relationship and no matter how hard he
tried to give her advice, a guy in his mid 40s is always going to struggle.
The other impression that I received was that Emmie's mum was never going
to be her first call and her stepdad decided that the recommendations that
he had received about me were sound and I had only ever helped this other
person.  I still don't know who that is!  However, the reason why I mention
this is twofold.  I trusted Emmie's word that he was a great guy, had never
made any unwelcome advances and had only ever acted properly but I wanted
more proof of this.  I didn't know how to go about this until, on a
discussion about incest, Emmie said, quite innocently, that she wanted to
get much closer to him.  I was soon to discover that she wasn't talking
about just snuggling on the settee, but not necessarily an affair or even
anything sexual!  The comment was a little confusing but I decided to let
it go a little.  Her experience with her boyfriend had released two
emotions.  The first was of a yearning for a man's touch but the second was
of a distrust of any guy she may meet.  Her focus had seemed, maybe
subliminally, to move a little way towards a man she knew she could trust.

Earlier in our chats, I was sure that Emmie had said that she really didn't
want anything to do with older guys, even after I had expressed my opinion
on them being much better lovers than boys her age, but as she relaxed more
into our conversations, she dropped this comment about her stepdad,
suggesting that she had implied it before. I rarely miss comments like that
so I was a little taken aback but proud of her honesty in what, to some,
would be a completely taboo subject.  Fearing that it could have been said
for dramatic effect, though I truly didn't believe that it was, I grilled
her further in our next online chat session and I made a suggestion but
phrased it as a semi-teasing question.

Emmie: Hi Rach

Rachael: Hi babes, how are you?

Emmie: I'm good, just a bit bored today, everyone out at work.

Rachael: Awww poor thing.  You really floored me with your comments
yesterday!

Emmie: Which ones?

Rachael: In particular about your stepdad!

Emmie: haha sorry

Rachael: Don't apologise!  Were you serious?

Emmie: Would you think less of me if I was?

Rachael: I'd never think less of anyone as long as they were being honest!

Emmie: Well yes, I was being totally serious, I think!

Rachael: OK cool!  And what do you think he would feel about that?

Emmie: haha I don't think he would do anything about it.

Rachael: Why not?

Emmie: Because I don't think he is ever going to think that way.

Rachael: You mean you wouldn't think he would be that open minded?

Emmie: Yep

Rachael: Well, from what you have told me about the way you do massages on
each other and the fact that he put you onto me, I think he is probably
more liberal minded than you think!

Emmie: Good point and now I think about it, there are two other things!

Rachael: What are they?

Emmie: I remember he told me that he used to visit the nudist beaches here.

Rachael: Well if it was Mantomata beach, he may be bisexual too!!!!

Emmie: haha

Rachael: So, he may be more adventurous! You agree?

Emmie: Maybe but we'll never know will we?

Rachael: Maybe not, but what was the other thing?

Emmie: I think he shaves his cock!


I nearly fell off my chair as this came on the screen, said in the way that
only a 14 year old girl could deliver


Rachael: Hahahahaha where did that come from?

Emmie: Well I shave his back sometimes if mum isn't here and he has said
that he hates body hair, even does his legs and I've never seen any curly
hair sticking out of his underpants.

Rachael: Would you like to know for sure on all of the points?  Would you
like to know what he thinks?

Emmie: How?

Rachael: We could ask him!

Emmie: Err I don't think I can just ask my stepdad if he shaves his balls
and all the other things!

Rachael: You don't have to!

Emmie: huh??

Rachael: I can ask him!

Emmie: How?

Rachael: You tell him to contact me, the same way he got you to contact me!

Emmie: But for what reason?  Won't he get suspicious?

Rachael: Not if you say that I want to thank him and I sometimes ask open
minded adults to help me with a bit of a secret survey.  He's not going to
say no if you say that I am really helping you!

Emmie: I'm not sure if I can

Rachael: Just think, you can ask him any question you like!  You can find
out anything you want! And if you want to know if you could ever get closer
to him in a more personal way, we can find out if that is a dangerous thing
to try or a welcome one!  What do you think?

Emmie: I think it's scary and you are mad!

Rachael: Yes and possibly!

Emmie: hahahaha

Rachael: So, shall we do it?


There was quite a long pause.


Emmie: Yes!  But you are not going to tell him anything about our chats are
you?

Rachael: NEVER!!!  But you will see everything he says to me!  Fair?

Emmie: OK, it's a bit mean but OK!

Rachael: The deal is between US, not between me and him!  I am here to help
you, and HE suggested it!  This is just helping you more!

Emmie: OK, let's do it!


My main reason had been to find out if she had been pulling my leg with her
comments about her stepdad, but Emmie's words had completely eradicated
those thoughts.  I was now incredibly excited about asking him some really
personal questions, assuming he would say yes!  I hoped that my hunch about
his willingness to help was right but, I needn't have worried.  Emmie sent
me an email, the next day, saying he sounded a little suspicious but that
she had soon allayed his fears.  He was going to set up a new email account
and get in touch.

Now, any readers of my work will know that I can be quite verbose in my
build up and my descriptions of events and I hate to miss out those tiny
and important details.  For this story though, I will dispense with
relating all of my conversations with Jack.  I will summarise to say that
Jack was indeed, a very open minded guy but was not without his own
history.  When he was 11, he was repeatedly abused by a local guy who
tricked him into several visits to his house, bribing him with his own
pushbike.  It is a long and sad story but on the final visit, he was fucked
by two grown men.  He kept this secret for over 35 years.  With his
blessing, I shared this story with Emmie and immediately, I had increased
the already strong bond between the two.  In short though, there didn't
appear to be anything sexual on his mind in relation to his daughter (we
don't use the step-daughter name).  He accepted that she was a little
hottie and due to an error on her part, he was treated to a very pleasant
flash of her young breasts, a few weeks before I chatted to him.  It took
me a while to extract the opinion from him but his own words were that her
breasts were indeed, "Perfect".

I'll be honest insofar as I was a little jealous that he had seen her naked
chest and I told her so.  I didn't expect the next gift in my inbox though,
a photo of a grinning Emmie, stood in her bathroom, her incredible chest
fully exposed.  `Perfect' was too insignificant a word.  I know that some
may say I am making a big deal out of a pair of tits but the shape, the
flawless skin and the pale, hard little nipples just begged for the caress
of my lips and I was powerless to oblige.  I emailed my gratitude and total
devotion to her beautiful boobs!  I think she appreciated my words.  I hope
she did anyway!

The upshot of this was that I was now communicating privately with both of
them.  My online chats with Jack would be shown in their entirety to Emmie
by email but he was never really aware of that.  I think he suspected it
but their relationship seemed to have always been based on honesty so I
think he just let it go.  Between me asking my own questions and asking
some for Emmie too, we discovered so many little intricacies about Jack and
without thinking, I believe I was also fuelling a desire for Emmie to get
even closer.  Even then though, I never expected it to become a sexual
thing, just something more than they already had.

Emmie's mum worked away a lot and this gave them quite a bit of `alone
time' and unbeknown to me, Emmie was already planning her move.  She had
told me in the early days of chatting that it was not uncommon for their
household to give each other massages.  In some ways, it became a bribery
currency between them but it was rarely done with oils and more often than
not, done through clothing.  In the summer months, Emmie would give Jack a
massage while he was shirtless but this was not deemed to be inappropriate!
A warm July evening after Emmie had been playing volleyball and without
realising it at the time, this was the day of becoming much closer with
Jack.  This story was written a good time after the event and my
conversations with both of them has allowed me to be able to write a truly
detailed history of events on that day and beyond.

Emmie and Jack Part 1 – The Massage

Jack had finished work and poured himself an iced drink.  The sun was still
beating down and a glance at the weather station showed it to be 32º in
the shade.  He kicked of his shoes, took a chair under the parasol and took
a long slug from the glass.  He had barely begun to relax when his phone
bleeped loudly making him curse out loud.  It was a message from Emmie.

`HI SORRY TO BE A PAIN IN THE BUM BUT CAN YOU PICK ME UP FROM THE BEACH?
BEEN PLAYING VOLLEYBALL AND I THINK I HAVE PULLED A MUSCLE.  HURTS TO WALK.
SORREEEEEEEEE!!!! LOVE YOU!'

He smiled softly. He could hear Emmie's voice saying the `Sorreeeeeeee' and
imagined the silly smile that went with it.  He adored his daughter and
even though he wasn't her biological father, nobody would ever suggest that
she wasn't his little girl!  He replied to say that he was on his way and
told her to hobble to the nearby car park.  Jack gulped down the rest of
his drink, grabbed the car keys and set off.

Twenty minutes later, Jack was helping Emmie out of the car and with an arm
around his waist, she hopped into the house and Jack plonked her,
unceremoniously on the settee.  He took an ice pack and a soft drink to her
and said she should press the pack onto the sore muscle.

"I think it would be better if you gave me a massage!"  She said in her
best, moaning voice.

"Awww Em, I've just finished work honey!  Let me at least chill for a bit!"

She turned up the whinge a little, "But I ache EVERYWHERE!  I'm gonna die!"

Jack laughed, "I thought it was just your leg?"

"Those girls are fucking bitches how they play!"  Emmie blushed a little at
her comment.  She had only just started using curse words with Jack but he
rarely told her off for it, usually just smiling when she did.  She
continued, "Anyway, you must owe me at least a kazillion massages by now,
surely I can cash in a nice, full body one?"

"A kazillion?"  Jack asked.

"At least!"  She emphasised.  "Please Jack!  My legs, my shoulders and my
back are killing me!  I now know what it's like to be old like you!"  She
giggled at her own joke and Jack slapped her leg.

"That's not the way to convince me to help, lady!"

"I'm sorry, but please will you? "  Her last plea was with full fluttering
eyelashes and hands clasped together, pleading.

"OK, go up to our room, put the towels on the bed and get yourself ready,
I'll dig out the oil.  Do you think you can drag your damaged body that
far?"  Jack's comment nearly earned him a return slap but he dodged the
swing.

Emmie pulled herself up the stairs, went to her room and pulled off her
shorts and T-shirt.  She still had her swimming costume on so she grabbed
three towels, went to her parents' room and covered the bed.  She groaned
with pain as she lay herself down on her belly.  Jack was a couple of
minutes behind her.

As he walked into the room, the view that met him made him stop in his
tracks.  Emmie was laid on her front, dressed only in her new, brightly
coloured bikini, the tassels falling down her back from the top and the
ones from the bikini bottoms, lay beside her on the bed.  Suddenly, Emmie
didn't look like his little girl anymore, it was the body of a woman lay on
the towels now, the curves of her bottom, more revealed than he had noticed
before as the pants had ridden up a little, revealing a little more of the
soft white flesh that usually laid hidden beneath.  Without even realising,
he mouthed a `Wow' to himself as he walked over to the bed.

The room was warm so Jack pulled off his T-shirt and then walked over to
the bed where Emmie had her face towards him, eyes shut with a contended
smile, awaiting her massage.  Quite innocently, he spotted a problem but
quickly offered a solution.

"Errr Emmie, I'm not going to be able to use the oil or it will probably
stain your new bikini!  I'll just do it without the oil, OK?"  As he spoke,
Jack placed the bottle down on the bedside table and moved to Emmie's
shoulders, ready to begin.

"Nooooo!"  Emmie moaned, "I need a proper massage!  My muscles are killing
me!  Just go out of the room for a minute!"

"Why?"  Jack asked.

"Jack, don't be dumb!  I'll take my top off but I don't want you in to see
that!"

Jack felt flushed.  His daughter was about to be all but naked in front of
him and the emotion which washed over him was a confusing one.  He didn't
say anything apart from an `OK' and he waited for Emmie to call him back
in.  As he re-entered the room, he had to stifle a gasp.  She was back in
position, face down and her bikini top had been discarded on the floor but
Jack's eyes were not drawn to the discarded top.  As he saw Emmie on the
bed, his eyes couldn't stop looking at the small bulge of her breasts and
then back to her bum again.  He moved to the bed and then felt horror as he
felt his cock begin to stiffen slightly in his shorts.  He grabbed the oil
and breathed out slowly, focussing his mind elsewhere.  This was just
wrong, how could he get an erection by looking at his little girl?  Almost
as an answer he scanned her body again as he filled his hand with oil.  As
if answering his own question, he heard a voice in his head snigger, `How
could you NOT get a hard on?  She looks like a grown woman, lay almost
naked on YOUR bed!'

He rubbed the oil between his hands then started to spread it across
Emmie's shoulders.  Her face was turned sideways on the pillow, eyes closed
and Jack smiled when he saw a grin form on her face.  He moved slowly but
firmly around the upper part of her back and she purred that it felt `So
good'.  Spurred on by the encouragement, he worked his thumbs up the back
of her neck, causing a couple of satisfying clicks as he removed the knots
and tensions in his little girl.  He then continued across her upper back
and shoulders but innocently complained that this position was awkward and
he was twisting his own back.

"Straddle me!"  Emmie said quickly, "It's what you do when you usually
massage my back on the settee!"

Jack believed she was saying it in all innocence but he was suddenly more
aware that she was only wearing bikini bottoms, "Yeah, but this is a bit
different, isn't it?"

Emmie chuckled and sarcastically said, "OK, well if you don't want to be
more comfortable, it's up to you!"  Then she quickly added, "But if you
WANT to be more comfortable, you are only allowed to wear underpants, then
we are even!"

Jack heard the comment as his daughter being her usual self; a little cocky
with a touch of cheekiness thrown in and a sprinkle of devilment.  As he
pulled down his shorts though, he was thankful for her head being turned
the opposite way.  His briefs were not doing much of a job of hiding his
erection and he knew he would have to be a little more careful as he
climbed onto the bed and threw his leg over Emmie.  As he resumed the
massage, his still hardening cock was millimetres away from her sweet
bottom, separated by just two layers of thin cotton.  His mind was doing
somersaults and he tried desperately to focus on the job in hand, removing
Emmie's aches.  At first, this was going well.  His cock brushed the cheeks
of her bum a few times but there appeared to be no reaction from the girl
and the massage was going well, earning moans of encouragement from Emmie.
As his hands moved to her sides though, his hands repeatedly brushed
against the bulges of her breasts.  They felt so soft, yet firm and his
cock rose quickly to full mast.  It wasn't helped by the fact that Emmie
bit her lip softly and the moans were softer, more like sighs.  This was
killing Jack.

Now, this wasn't a picnic for Emmie either!  She hadn't believed that she
had actually made the comment, telling Jack to straddle her and then, to
add to the craziness, she had told him to do it in his underwear!  She knew
she had seen him in underwear all the time, but telling her dad to strip to
his briefs, well it just felt weird, but also empowering.  It was a mixed
emotion!  She was pretty impressed that she hadn't flinched when she felt
his cock touch her bum though.  It was definitely hard, really hard and it
sent a tingle straight to her pussy.  She had focussed on breathing
normally and dismissing it as accidental but, when his hand brushed once,
then twice and then multiple times against the side of her tits, she bit
her lip hard and couldn't contain the soft whimper that had left her lips.
Had Jack heard it?  Did she care if he did?  The soft brush of his
fingertips was delicious and a part of her wanted to lift up to allow him
to take her boobs in his whole hand.  She didn't though, she just bit her
lip harder and enjoyed every second, almost upset as the massage moved to
her lower back.  It was a double disappointment because his whole body
moved lower, away from her bum and she felt the bulge of his balls, now
resting gently on the back of her thigh.

Jack noticed the look of pleasure on Emmie's face, dissipate slightly as he
kneaded the muscles on her lower back.  The pleasant noises from her lips
turned to small growls of pain but Emmie reassured him that it was OK and
of course, "No pain, no gain!"  He carried on, his thumbs going deeper into
her milky flesh and his cock, finally going down again out of compassion
for the pain that his girl was clearly suffering.

Jack worked the lower back for quite a while, allowing the small yelps of
pain to turn into more satisfied moans.  As Emmie relaxed a little, he
allowed himself to give longer strokes again, reaching her shoulders and
neck a few times and just a couple more runs up her sides, feeling his
heart melt as he felt the firmer breast tissue.  He was sure he saw another
flickering smile on his girl's face as he did it.  He dismissed this as
relaxed contentment.  He was wrong.

As the lower back neared completion, Jack looked at his daughter's bum,
clad in her new bikini bottoms.  "Do you want me to do your glutes Emmie?"

Emmie chuckled, "Since when did you start calling my bum, my glutes?"  They
shared the giggle but she continued, "I told you, all my muscles are
killing me, so yes if you're OK with that!"

"Well you had better go and change into some other panties."  Jack said
softly, "This oil will wreck your bikini!  I'll turn away if you want to go
and change."

Emmie hadn't even thought of that but her state of relaxation, added to a
little bit of horny rebel, she made the first of two bold moves.  She
reached for the tassels on her bikini bottoms and pulled sharply, feeling
the material go loose.  She glanced over to jack who had stood off the bed
and had his back to her so she pulled her remaining clothing from her
crotch and threw it at Jack's feet.  "OK, I'm ready!  Get to work!"

Jack saw the material at his feet and spun around to see his naked daughter
as she turned her head away again.  Her smooth bottom, as he had never seen
it before, was drawing him back to the bed, his throat feeling dry and his
underwear becoming much tighter again.  He was about to climb back onto the
bed when Emmie made her second bold move.

"I think the clothing thing is unfair again!"

Jack struggled to find words.  Had his daughter just told him to get naked?
Correction!  Had his NAKED daughter, now laid before him, legs slightly
parted and shaved pussy exposed a little, had she just told him to get
naked?  "Really?"  He asked in a hoarse whisper.

Emmie just nodded.  She was glad that Jack couldn't see the shock on her
face, the shock that she had actually uttered those words.  She heard the
sound of material, sliding down his legs, then felt Jack climbing onto the
bed and her heart raced with anticipation.  She had no idea WHAT she was
anticipating but the adrenaline was coursing through her teenage veins and
when she felt his naked balls against her leg, she also felt a surge of
warmth hit her pussy.  She just prayed that the moisture wouldn't be
visible.  That prayer was in vain!

Jack also had that same feeling as his shaved balls came into contact with
Emmie's leg.  He prayed that his cock would deflate a little but that was
never going to happen and he was as hard as he had ever been in his entire
life.  His engorged meat was pulsing, just millimetres above her leg and
his eyes were drawn to her perfect bottom and visible, hairless slit.
Crazily, his first thought was , "Hey, she shaves!  Must run in the
family!"  He had the massage oil in his hand but his stare had obviously
lasted a little too long because he was brought back to consciousness by a
little sarcasm.

"Waiting for Christmas?"  Emmie said with a smile in her voice.

Jack swatted at her bum which made her jump and then yelp with the pain of
her muscles.  He was thankful of a little normality returning, if that was
ever going to be possible as he sat with a hard on, straddling his naked,
teenaged daughter!

"Cheeky sod!"  He said and loaded his hands with oil.  He leant forward and
placed a hand on each cheek and started a deep rub, his thumbs meeting at
the crack of her bum.  As they both moved outwards again, Jack felt his
heart rate surge as the cheeks moved outwards revealing her arsehole and
opening her pussy lips a little.  Her bum hole was a pleasant sight (let's
not kid ourselves) but, as her pussy lips separated, it was clear to Jack
that she was very wet indeed.  This sent his mind into a spin and his dick
pulsed even harder.  Desperately, he tried to focus on the massage but
every movement was moving those wet lips and blinking was becoming
impossible.  Added to this, the purring, yes, fucking purring from Emmie
was pure torture.  He moved to using both hands on each cheek and whether
it was to make the massage better or just for his own exploratory means,
one of his hands, on each rub would go deeper into the crack and
occasionally brushed against her bum hole, tormenting his aching groin even
more.

Again, the hellish torment wasn't one sided.  As soon as Jack had touched
her bum, Emmie was in sensory Heaven but when the sides of his hands
brushed her rear entrance, she had to focus on not screaming out in joy.
It was becoming too much and when she felt his cock, occasionally bobbing
down onto her leg, Emmie knew it had already gone beyond the point of
saying stop.  Far from this, she wanted to feel more and she already knew
what her next step was.  As the `glutes' massage was coming to an end, Jack
said it was time to do her legs but she quickly asked, "Before you do my
legs, could you just do another five minutes on my shoulders?"

They both knew what this would entail.  Jack mumbled an OK and Emmie felt
him sliding up her body, resting his balls at the base of her bottom.  Then
he leant forward to grip her shoulders and she exhaled slowly as the full
length of his cock rested gently on the crack of her bum.  She desperately
tried to stay quiet and any noises she made, she tried to make them appear
to be about the shoulder massage.

Jack was incredibly confused!  He looked at his prick, nestled softly in
his daughter's bum cheeks and he genuinely didn't know what to think or do
so he just focussed on the massage.  He asked the double entendre question,
"Does that feel OK?"

Emmie smiled broadly, seeing through his question in an instant, "It feels
amazing, Jack!  Thank you!"

The answer left Jack even more confused.  Had she just played the same game
back?  Either way, the smile was genuine so he worked on her neck a little
longer before finally moving to her legs.

To do her legs, Jack decided that it would be easier to stand next to the
bed.  He thought this would be a chance to calm things down again but when
he asked where the worst pain was, he knew that the merciless battle with
his conscience wasn't over.  Emmie said that her inner thighs were agony
and she spread her legs a little more, revealing more of those tiny moist
lips.  Jack just said, "OK" and loaded up his hands again.

He started at her feet, giving her a firm foot massage and finally seeing
his tool return to a flaccid state.  He focussed hard on being
professional, desperately not wanting to see his little girl as the hot
naked girl on his bed.  He knew, as his hands moved higher, that was not
going to be easy.  Her calves were also an easy job to do but, as he
finally moved higher again, Emmie opened her legs even more and he heard
the moisture as her lips opened a little more and her sweet, virgin hole
was open for his stare.  His eyes were drawn to the dark opening, just the
size of his little finger and he felt a tremble of lust go right through
his soul.  He shook his head and averted his gaze downwards, only to see
his own organ at full mast, once again.  He groaned softly.

"Are you OK?"  Emmie asked with genuine concern.

"Yeah, I'm fine!"  Jack offered, his voice a little melancholy, "It's just
that ......."  His voice faded away.

"It's just that, what?"  Emmie questioned, even softer.

Jack found its voice, "I'm OK, it's just that this feels so strange!  Do I
really have to spell that out to you?"  There was a pleading in his voice,
clearly not wanting to vocalise this anymore.

"No, you don't!"  She said, a comforting tone in her voice, "But please
don't stop!  This is the best massage ever!"

Jack took comfort that she hadn't said anything sexual.  It had clearly
turned her on, they were both naked but he managed to convince himself that
it didn't have to be sexual, despite the fact that he was already planning
the wank after they were done and he smiled as he thought that Emmie was
probably planning the same.  He didn't realise that she had planned exactly
how she wanted to orgasm that day and it wasn't going to be by her own
hand, no way!

Jack started work on her thighs, his eyes constantly being drawn to Emmie's
holes, both visible with the parted legs and both pulsing with his
movements. He was unconsciously avoiding going too high on her inside leg
but Emmie wanted his hands higher, she wanted contact!

"The worst pain is right at the top on the inside!"  She said, sounding
genuine.

"It would be!"  Jack replied without thinking.

"Please Jack!"

He didn't reply, he just moved higher, his fingers probing deeper into her
flesh and after the third rub on her left leg, the back of his hand nudged
her cunt for the first time.  Emmie groaned, a little too loudly and Jack
felt the slick juice on the back of his hand.  His mind was instantly
filled with the thought and sight of his wet hand, her love juice on HIS
hand that he didn't hear any of her moans, not one.  His hand hit a second
and a third time and he was transfixed, staring at that slick mark and he
desperately wanted to taste it, but that was so wrong on every level but
when Emmie asked if he would do the other thigh, he couldn't resist.  He
brought his had up and swiped his tongue through the teen nectar and he was
sure his heart had stopped.  His little girl's juices danced across his
tongue and their sweet tang told his brain to dive in and drink from her.
He resisted with every ounce of his being but, as his hands moved to
massage her right leg, he knew he wanted to coat his other hand with more.

The back of his left hand hit her pussy six or seven times and he was sure
to get as much of that honey as he could.  He thought he was being quite
subtle but Emmie sensed differently and she was fearful that she was about
to come on his hand at any point.  Her heart was pounding in her chest and
she was panting.  The massage was agony because of her muscles but the
screams from her wet cunt were the ones that were ripping through her
brain.  She had never imagined that those few touches would send her so
fucking crazy and when Jack finally stopped, it took her a good few moments
to realise he had stopped.

Jack finished the right leg and saw that Emmie was in a whole other place.
He naively thought it was because of the massage and he took a long, slow
swipe with his tongue to enjoy her flavour again.  After his third lick, he
knelt down by Emmie's ear.

"Was that to Madame's satisfaction?  Feel better?"

Emmie turned her head to face him and smiled.  Her mind then went into
overdrive, she wanted more.  "I thought you said it was a full body
massage?"  And with that, she turned over and exposed her whole body to her
stepdad.

"Emmie, I err..."  Jack faltered as he took in the beautiful body now in
front of him.  "You sure?"

The young girl just nodded, took Jack's hand and pulled him to the bed,
indicating that he should straddle her again, her eyes never leaving the
hard, seven inches of uncut penis which pointed out from his body.  He
positioned himself over her, his tool sat on top of her slit and Emmie took
the oil from the bedside table and poured an excessive amount over her
tits.  She then took Jack's hands and placed them to his chest and
whispered, "Gently!"

Jack sighed as he started to caress, not massage, the firm teen breasts in
his hands.  The firm nipples were almost enough to make him shoot his load
up there to add to the oil but he managed to hold it back, with much
effort.  He continued to toy, tease and fondle those perfect mounds for a
long while and then moved his hands to her perfect, taut belly but then his
confusion came in, where was this going to end?  Emmie clearly felt his new
nervousness and took his hands in her own.  Their eyes met and they smiled
at each other.

Emmie whispered, "Make me come!"

Jack tried to respond but he couldn't formulate a single word.  Emmie
helped him with just three words.

"Lick me! Please!"

Jack was stunned into silence.  He tried to speak again, looking deep into
the teen's eyes, trying to find a reason to say no.  He licked his lips,
involuntarily, the tang of Emmie's juices still there, giving a million
reasons to say yes.  He was still immobile as Emmie gave another plaintive
"Please!" and her hand moved to wrap around his painfully hard prick.  He
gasped and looked down at the tiny hand, wrapped around his manhood and saw
her stroke him gently and at that moment, any possible notion of denying
her request, dissipated and vacated his mind.  Jack leant forward, kissed
Emmie's cheek and whispered softly, speaking the absolute truth.

"My pleasure!"

Emmie closed her eyes tightly as she felt her stepdad sliding down her
body, kissing a line down the centre of her body, moving closer and closer
to the furnace of her sex.  As he reached the sweet prize, he moved to the
side and kissed all the flesh of her shaved, pubic mound causing the young
girl to pant and sob her pleas to satisfy her.  Jack's own excitement
couldn't hold him off very long and his memory of that pussy hole, open and
calling to him was just too much.  He buried his face, hard into her teen
cunt and pushed his tongue as deep as he could manage.  Emmie screamed with
joy and raised her hips to the tongue that invaded her virgin hole.  She
grabbed at Jack's hair, pulled him firmly against her, not caring if he
could breathe.

Jack swirled his tongue in the divine little honey pot and drank deeply
from the copious flow, proud of the writhing which he was causing in his
little girl, knowing that she was about to explode as he moved his tongue
to the hood that held her incredibly hard clitty.  He was right!  As his
flicking tongue made contact, Emmie gasped and sat upright.

"Oh fuck Jack!  Just there, oh God, just there!"

She fell back on the bed and wrapped her sore legs around his neck, never
wanting to let him go!  She gripped his hair, then the sheets on the bed as
she threw her head from side to side and then, despite neither of them
thinking it was possible, she went even wilder!  Jack slid his middle
finger into her pussy, finding the tight hole of virginity in her hymen.
He slid deeper, careful not to break or rip that delicate film of skin but
determined to probe inside her as his furious lapping of her continued.
His experience told him that she was already close so he built up the
intensity of every move of his finger and tongue.  His free hand lifted her
slightly and as he removed his finger from her hole, he sensed
disappointment.  He felt even more as he stopped his assault on her clit
but a renewed gasp of joy came as his tongue found her anus!  Emmie
accepted his lifting of her legs as his tongue tickled deeper into her
rosebud and she moved her hand to finish the job on her pussy.  Jack
stopped her and she begged for release.  Reluctantly, he gave a final lick
of her bum and allowed her to go back down onto the bed.

"Please finish me off!"  Emmie begged

Without a word, Jack dove back into the moisture, almost growling as he
drank from her and then moved back to her clitty to end her torment.  His
tongue was a blur and his fingers teased around her wet lips and hole and
in less than a minute, her climax came and every nerve in her little body
exploded.  She saw flashing lights and was convinced she could hear
cheering inside her head!  Jack continued a soft lapping at the continued
flow as she came down from her high and finally had to tell him to stop,
the sensitivity too great to carry on.

Jack lifted his head and moved up the bed, his cock now painfully hard.  As
his prick came closer to Emmie's pussy, he suddenly had his own, ridiculous
urges.  His normal way of sex was to lick his partner to orgasm and then to
slide his hard cock into their hole.  He watched as he came closer and
despite the fact that he knew he wasn't going to fuck Emmie, he couldn't
resist and he rubbed his tool around the hole, watching it move the wet
lips around, desperately resisting the yearning to slide inside.  He looked
up into Emmie's eyes.  She smiled at him.

"Maybe next time?"  She said with no hint of sarcasm

"Next time?"  Jack asked, realising that he hadn't thought beyond the next
2 minutes, let alone the future.

Emmie sat up and rolled Jack onto his back.  "Of course next time!  But for
now, I want to do something to you!"  She kissed his nose, then his chin
and then began her own trail down his body.

Jack closed his eyes, he knew it was wrong but the most beautiful girl he
knew was kissing her way down to his cock.  He still had her sweet taste in
his mouth and he knew that their new level of a relationship was going to
make a beautiful future.

What happened next?  I think we will leave that for another time but Emmie
was right!  There were many, many many `Next times'!



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