Date: Sat, 29 Apr 2017 12:39:33 -0400
From: Full Name <lovepinkpumps@excite.com>
Subject: TG/tv ""Special Things" (REVISED)

This is a revised version of "Special Things", which, to me, was my least
favorite story. I hope you agree it's better now.

Like always, this is fiction and fantasy. If it's illegal for you to read
this story, then don't.

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Special Things
REVISED
By Pink Pumps my

Chapter 1

Hi, all! My name is Megan, and I'm a special girl.

To say I'm petite is quite the understatement. I'm 4'11", and on a good day
I weigh only 90 pounds. I'm dainty and delicate, as I'm sure you can guess.

My parents recognized my feminine features and beautiful face when I was
around three years old and made the decision to raise me as a special
girl. (Thanks Mommy and Daddy!) A familiar story, huh?

I'm 26 years old now.

I have wheat-straw colored with hair that reaches about halfway down my
back, and I have a darker landing strip above my tiny peeny. When I get a
stiffy, it's only three inches long. A little pink cutie!

My boobies are not surgically augmented at all, but thanks to hormone
therapy, I have 30As – the PERFECT size for me! They're soooo perky and
suckable. My areola are nickel sized, very pale pink, and topped with tiny
diamonds.

The hormones have given me soft skin and a rather nice flair to my hips. My
little bootie cheeks are the perfect upside-down-heart shape all girls long
for.

And I have the bluest of blue eyes.

I can easily pass for a 14-year-old when I want to, and that's what made me
a favorite on the child-porn circuit, even when I was in college. I started
making porn videos when I was eight, and you can't imagine how much bigger
cocks look going into a little special girl's fuck hole.

My voice is naturally feminine, and I squeak and squeal when I cum.

I still do the occasional video, but now my concentration is on my
business. Thanks to the video money, I was able to start one of my own.

My business is called "Special Things". We sell a variety of lingerie,
high-heels, sleepwear, erotic wear, toys, etc., for special girls. A
perfect name, right? But our customers do include biological girls and men
... a SURPRISING number of men with a taste for special girls ...

At Special Things, there are only two hard and fast rules for employees
– never take your heels off during business hours, and no panties. It
works rather well for me and my four salesgirls. And they're all very
special.

I knew today would be busy because we had several shipments of new attire
coming in, so I dressed simply: I was wearing sheer black thigh-highs with
lace tops, and a pair of black five-inch real-leather pumps. At my height,
the heels look extra tall.

We'd been open for about 10 minutes when our first two customers walked in
– a man and a little girl, who I guessed was his daughter.

She looked to be around 12, and very close to my size. In fact, I was
stunned by how much she looked like me – same hair color; same blue
eyes. I would say the man was 35; maybe less.

The little girl was a true cutie; the man a hunk.

I asked if I could be of assistance, and the man told me that his daughter
(as I suspected) really wanted a pair of stiletto heels and he'd heard we
had a rather large selection.

"Oh, yes!" I said. "We do! Do you know what you have in mind?"

He asked if I'd show them several styles and his daughter could pick. I
smiled at the little girl and said: "Honey, I have on pumps, but we have
just about every style of high-heels."

She didn't respond to that – she just starred at my stiffening peepee.

Then I gestured around the room to the salesgirls who were wearing
different styles, and told her about strappy sandals, Mary Jane's, stripper
heels ...

"I want stripper heels!" she squealed.

"Honey, don't we all?" I laughed. "But I need to ask if this is your first
pair of high-heels."

She explained that she had Mary Jane's, but with only three-inch heels.

"Tell you what," I said. "Let's start you off with three-inch stiletto
pumps and go from there."

They must have looked at a dozen pair, before settling on pumps with a
strap over the instep, which I thought was a good first choice.

"These will be easy for you to walk in," I said. "Do you have a color in
mind?"

"Pink?" she asked.

"Sure! We have plenty of sizes in pink," I said.

I asked her father if he knew what size she wore, he told me, and I went to
the back to get a pair. I tried to sway my bare ass as enticingly as
possible, and I hoped he was paying attention.

When I came back, the little girl was sitting in a chair and her dad was
looking at a display of stockings.

I bent at the waist to help her buckle the straps on her shoes, and to give
her dad a good peek at my little fuck hole and tiny marble sack. As I
straightened up, I couldn't help but notice the bulge in his pants. My
teasing worked!

I had her walk back and forth and she struggled a little with her balance.

"Here, honey, let me show you," I said. "Take small steps, put one foot in
front of the other, and swing your hips."

The little girl followed my directions, and she began walking confidently;
a sweet sway to her little bootie.

"Great!" I said. I turned to her father and extended my hand. "I'm Megan,
and this is my store."

He introduced himself as Glenn, and his daughter as Jill.

Glenn was dressed in khaki pants and a polo shirt, while his daughter was
wearing a very short pleated denim mini (it actually showed a little of her
baby-blue cotton panties when she moved) and a white blouse. The blouse was
sheer enough for me to see that she had graduated from a training bra to
what looked like a lacy AAA-cup bra. Good for her!

"Jill, you certainly are pretty!" I said. She blushed and thanked
me. During all of this, she never took her eyes off of me. I felt so
exposed, but loved it.

I told them that she'd done so well in three-inch pumps, we should go for
four-inchers. I asked her to sit back down, took off the heels, and showed
my pucker to her dad again. I turned quick enough to catch him starring,
and I just smiled knowingly at him. God, I'm a showoff!

I went into the storeroom and ran into Cindy, one of the salesgirls and my
very, very best friend.

"Walk out with me," I said. "Take the little girl – her name is Jill
– to the shoe display. I want to be alone with her dad."

Cindy was wearing a white lace garterbelt, sheer white stockings and white
five-inch strappy stiletto sandals. The virgin look. Which she is not! In a
very good way.

Her peeny is bigger than mine, but not by much. All of us here are really
small, which I think is very appealing and femmy.

We walked out together, and Jill and Glenn starred. We're a can't-miss
attraction, if I do say so myself.

I introduced Cindy to them, and said: "Cindy has on stiletto sandals, which
are a little harder to walk in than pumps because they don't offer as much
support, but we'll get to that. Cindy, would you take Jill over to the
display of four-inch pumps and let her pick something out?"

They walked away, and I was now on full display for Glenn.

"You're sweet to be doing this for her," I said.

He thanked me. Then without hesitation or prompting, he told me he was
divorced and Jill had just moved in with him full time.

"She's doing great," I said. "Would you be interested in something else for
her? I saw you looking over the stockings display."

"Let me be completely honest with you, Megan," he said. "I really DID bring
her in for her first pair of true high-heels, but I also want you to know
that I'm very attracted to special girls, especially one as sexy as you.

"I have to admit that your tiny size is more than erotic," he
continued. "I'd be lying if I said it doesn't make me think of what Jill
would look like naked wearing only a pair of "come-fuck-me" heels, and I
can't wait to get her in some."

(Wow!)

"Let me be even more direct," he continued. "Do you date customers?"

"Now and then," I said, trying to be coy. "What do you have in mind?"

"Well, you seem to get along very well with Jill. How would you like to
come over for dinner at our house tonight? I can really cook, believe it or
not."

"Oh, that sounds great! Shall I bring something."

He gently took my tiny, fully erect thingy in his hand, squeezed lightly
and said, "Would you bring HER?"

I'm a committed bottom, and I rarely let men touch my peepee, but this
called for an exception.

"Why, yes I would! I never go anywhere without her," I replied, placing my
hand on his crotch, and squeezing back. "Will you be introducing HIM to
her?"

"I would be happy to!" he said. "Will she be staying the night?"

"Oh, my goodness! Yes, she will! We close at 6 o'clock. I'll wear something
special."

I shifted so no one could see what was going on and kissed him while
squeezing a little more firmly on his tented pants. I rose to my tiptoes
and cooed into his ear, "I love the way you touch me, but I have to tell
you – I'm a bottom ... 100% bottom."

He reached around and tickled my pucker.

"I understand, and I can't wait," he said.

"Oh, sweetie, neither can I!"

I looked over at Cindy and she was busy with Jill, who seemed engrossed by
the sexy things on display.

I grabbed Glenn's hand. "Hurry, follow me into the back."

As soon as we were alone, I unzipped him and freed his hard cock (an
eight-incher!) as I fell to my knees.

"I'll do better tonight, baby, but this has to be a quickie," I said.

I took all of him at once and began to suck. After only a few minutes, he
shuddered and came. I swallowed it all, stood up, put his cock back in his
pants, zipped him up and patted his crotch.

Before they were done, Glenn and Jill had selected a dozen pairs of
"fuck-me, fuck-me" heels in several styles and colors. Oh, well, I
understand the fantasy. I've given myself freely to my Dad since I was
seven and "come-fuck-me" heels really get him going!

Glenn and Jill also bought twice as many pairs of stockings and
thigh-highs, and six garterbelts. I threw in several thongs and g-strings
at no charge.

Jill's favorite heels were a pair of black 5.5-inch strappy sandals, and
they also selected an identical style in red and baby blue. She insisted on
wearing the black pair out and was handling the heels like a champ
now. God, she looked so hot in her very short mini and heels! A true
Lolita!

But right as they were about to leave, Jill whispered something into her
dad's ear.

He said: "I'll ask," then looked at me. "Megan, do you by any chance sell
buttplugs?"

"Of course!" I said. "They're not on display out here, but follow me."

I took Jill's hand led them to a door marked private.

Once inside, little Jill couldn't believe her eyes!

"Oh, wow!" she said. "Look at all of them!"

I giggled. "See anything you like?"

Her dad answered: "Jill's just beginning. Do you have a buttplug starter
kit?"

(At this point, I wondered why he would buy his daughter buttplugs and not
vibrators? Wouldn't vibrators be more appropriate for her? And we have
plenty of sizes and shapes.)

I showed them several. "As you can see," I said, "we have some HUGE ones,
but I stay with the smaller stuff. I like to stay tight."

Why beat around the bush on any of this now? The ice was already broken
when Glenn touched me and Jill saw my stiffy.

I recommended a kit with four plugs of varying sizes and shapes. Jill took
it then kissed me on the cheek.

I suggested lube, and Glenn took six tubes.

Glenn paid for everything at the front of the store, and said: "Jill, you
go ahead to the car. I'll just be a minute."

She scampered off as best she could in those tall heels.

Her turned to me and we kissed.

"Don't be late," he said.

"Wouldn't for anything!"

Chapter 2

After we closed the store, Cindy and I went to the full bath and dressing
area in the back of the store. I took a bubble bath, shaved my legs, and
Cindy patted me dry.

I stood over the toilet and she gave me a series of enemas. I love the
insertion of the bulb and how it feels as the warm soapy water floods my
bowels. After I expelled several chunks of poo and thick stinky liquid, the
water began to run clear. As an added measure, she administered a scented
douche.

I took a step away from the toilet, bent slightly and held my asscheeks
apart. Cindy gave me a thorough lube job before inserting a larger buttplug
than I normally use. I'd told her Glenn was eight inches and had I to be
ready!

She did my makeup and hair, and I stepped into my shortest mini (a red
leather one!) that's so tight I struggled to get it over my hips. I put on
a white silk blouse, but left off the bra – hard nipples time! I left
off panties, too. Why bother?

I put on a pair of red stiletto sandals like the ones Glenn had bought
Jill, and lightly spritzed on some perfume.

I kissed Cindy good-bye ("Be prepared to tell all!" she said) and drove
off.

Glenn's directions were easy to follow and I found his house. It was very
big, but not opulent. Classy.

As I walked to the front door, my heels clicked enticingly on the
walkway. Fuck, that sound always makes me soooo horney!

Before I could even ring the bell, the door was yanked open by a little
girl. A very SPECIAL little girl. A very NAKED special little girl! It was
JILL! Little Jill with walnut-size AAA boobies and an erect two-inch peeny
... a swollen pink clitty!

"We're just alike!" she said, and pointed to my heels, identical to the
ones she was wearing.

"Honey, our heels aren't the only things we have that are alike. Let's get
inside."

As I closed the door, Jill reached under my mini and touched the head of
peepee. She may have been a little shy at the store, but definitely not
now.

Just then, in walked Glenn. He was wearing a traditional mens athletic
jockstrap, and nothing else.

"I hope you don't mind this," he said, pointing down to the supporter. "I
just fired up the grill and I can't have anything dangling loosely, can I?"

That made me laugh.

He asked if I wanted a drink, I accepted and he stepped away to a wet
bar. The jock perfectly accented his tight asscheeks.

Jill took my hand and led me to a couch. I sat down and the little naked
thing plopped onto my lap. She kissed me, then took my hand and guided it
to her clitty.

"Let's pretend we're sisters," she said. "Can we?"

"Of course, honey," I said. "I think we could easily pass for sisters."

(Little did I know then how very well we could pass ... )

"When Daddy comes back, you call him `Daddy,' too. Okay?"

Whatever this beautiful creampuff wants is fine with me.

Glenn returned, and Jill and I said in unison: "Hi, Daddy!'

He chuckled and said, "Jill told me she wanted to play sister with you. Is
that okay?"

"Of course, it's okay. I want you to be my Daddy, too!" I giggled.

Glenn set the drinks on a coffee table and sat down on the couch beside
me. Jill squirmed off my lap and grabbed my hand, jerking me up.

"Sit on Daddy's lap like a good little girl," she said.

So I did, and she giggled her cute little tushy off. I could feel Glenn's
growing wood through my miniskirt despite his jock.

"So you must have been shocked when Jill answered the door, huh?" he asked.

"A little," I laughed. "Well, a LOT, actually. She's beautiful."

Jill handed us our drinks I (gin and tonic) and took two big gulps of her
pink Champagne.

"Jill, go easy!" said Glenn. "I want us all to relax a bit, but I don't
want you too tipsy!"

My skirt rode up and Glenn began to stroke my inner thigh with one hand,
while fondling a boobie with another. I unbuttoned my blouse and took it
off. My perfect 30As were free.

I wasn't sure how far I should go with Jill watching, but she took over.

"Megan, will you suck my titty bumps?" Jill asked. "I haven't had them
long, but my nipples are soooo sensitive."

"Of course, honey!" I squealed.

She moved onto her knees on the couch with her chest to me. I took one of
the little beauties in my mouth, pinched the nipple of the other, and she
gasped. Her nipples turned into granite.

Things were heating up rather quickly, so I stood and slipped out of my
skirt, then sat back on Glenn's lap.

I returned my attention to Jill's boobies, and I could feel her orgasm
building rather quickly. She squeaked – it sounded a LOT like me –
and two small jets of cum landed on my hand. But in all, she had at least
six spasms.

Not wanting to cum myself just yet, I moved off of Glenn and onto my knees
on the floor. I looked at Jill and said: "I want to suck Daddy's cock."

"Okay," she said. "Me, too. But you first."

Glenn moved his hips off the couch and I peeled off the jock. At first, I
just wanted to feel and inspect his big cock. Megan moved in behind me,
went for my pooper and felt the buttplug.

"Oh, wow! You're wearing a buttplug!" she giggled.

(What a bundle of energy!)

I looked up at Glenn. "Do you want to cum now, or wait a little?"

"Suck first, then I want you to stoke me while I cum in Jill's mouth."

Oh, my! That would work for me! So I went to work.

When I felt Glenn rising toward orgasm, I took my lips off of his big cock
and pulled Jill in beside me. She opened her mouth and Glenn
exploded. While I stroked, he must have roped six or seven times. Jill's
little face and titty bumps were covered, and cum dripped out of her mouth.

She stuck her tongue out, inviting me to suck the cum off. Of course I did,
right?

We sat still for a moment, then I said, "Jill, let's go get cleaned up a
bit."

Chapter 3

She took me by the hand and lead me upstairs to her bedroom. Pink and lace
everywhere!

"So, Jill, can I ask how long you've been a special girl?" I asked.

"Uh, I don't really know," she replied. "Forever, I guess. I can't remember
not being Jill. Daddy said I was too pretty to be a boy. (No argument from
me!) But my Mom didn't really like it that much, so she divorced Daddy and
he moved here.

"After awhile, Mom didn't want me around because I guess she was ashamed of
me. So I moved here, too. I'm not sad about. I mean, she wanted me to be a
boy again, but I have Daddy now and he loves Jill."

I said: "I'll bet you anything the men dating your mom were looking more at
you than her. What do you think?"

"Well, they did kinda' look at me a lot. They were always trying to hug me
and feel me up when Mommy wasn't looking. One tried to kiss me, but I
wouldn't let him."

"Yep, baby, that's it exactly what was happening. She was jealous. But it
all worked for the best, I think."

I sat on bed and she plopped onto my lap again.

"Wait, sweetie!" I giggled. "Go get a warm washcloth and let me clean you
up."

I heard the water running and Jill returned with the cloth. She had cum
everywhere! I wiped her down and she cuddled up against me.

"Megan, do you want me to suck you?" she asked, glancing at my
stiffy. "Daddy won't suck you. He'll put his thing in your pooper and fuck
you, but he won't suck you. I've watched him put it in other girls like
us."

"That's fine, sweetie. That just means your Dad's a top. I LOVE tops."

"Does it hurt when someone sticks his thing in your pooty?"

"Well, a little at first, baby. But then it feels SO good!"

"Daddy likes you, you know."

(Wow! Could she change the conversation fast!)

"How do you know he likes me, honey?"

"Cuz ... here, I'll show you."

She led me to her computer and hit a key. Up popped the Special Things
website and there I was in all my naked glory, except for heels, garterbelt
and stockings. She also showed me a bin with six or seven of my early
videos in it.

"Me and Daddy watch them together," she said. "You're pretty and nice,
Megan. I like you a lot."

"Well, Jill, I think you and your Daddy are nice and pretty fine, too."

"I want him fuck me. One of the reasons we came to the store today was to
ask if you'd help us fuck. We knew you could from watching your videos. You
look a lot like me, and Daddy likes that. Will you help us?"

"Of course I'll help! I understand what your Daddy is thinking. My Dad has
fucked me so many times."

"Good," was all she said.

She dropped to her knees and took me into her little mouth. Damn! Heaven!
As I said, I'm a bottom, but this was reason for another exception.

After just a few minutes, I was squeaking and squirming. "I'm about to cum,
baby. Can you swallow? We don't want to mess you up again."

I came as hard as I ever had, and she swallowed what little I produced.

We cuddled a little more, then Glenn called us down to dinner. We walked
down the stars holding hands, heels clicking and clacking. Two tiny special
girls. Is there anything better?

Chapter 4

After dinner, we were all a little buzzed. Glenn and I drank white wine
with dinner, then switched to martinis. Jill downed a couple of glasses of
Champagne.

We sat back on the couch, Glenn put his arm around me and I snuggled up
against him.

Glenn said, "Jill, go get the smallest buttplug and the lube."

The little naked thing scampered away in her heels, her peeny hard.

She returned, handed me the plug and lube, then turned and spread her
perfect little asscheeks. Her tiny virgin fuck hole was as pink as her
room.

"She gets right to it, doesn't she?" laughed Glenn.

I spread some lube on my finger and pressed it into her pucker.

"Ooooh," she sighed. "I like that."

I fingered her hot little hole for awhile, then inserted a second finger. I
moved them around inside her pooty until she was ready for the plug.

"Okay honey, here it comes," I said. "You'll feel really stretched at
first, then it'll move deeper and your sweet hole will grip the narrow base
of the plug. It won't come out."

I pushed it in quickly, and it seated.

"Oh! That's sooooo nice," she sighed again. I pulled her onto my lap and
she came as I sucked her titty bumps again.

"Wow! My pooper hole felt so good when I came! It tingled!" she
squealed. "I can't wait for Daddy to fuck me! Let's go upstairs now!" she
squealed.

Chapter 5

So back up the stairs we went again, but this time into the master
bedroom. Glenn and I situated Jill between us on the bed and we began
kissing and fondling each other. Jill and Glenn were facing each other and
she was stroking his big cock while he nibbled on a little boobie.

Both were starting to breath heavily. I began moving Jill's buttplug in and
out; I felt her loosen up so I took it completely out.

"Will you fuck me now, Daddy?" Jill asked.

What an insatiable 12 year old had been born! I couldn't help but think of
doing videos with her.

Glenn had only cum once that night, so he was more than needy.

"Okay, Jill. I want to watch you suck Daddy's cock first," I said.

I instructed her to lick and kiss the head while pinching the glans with
two fingers. Jill managed to get about half of his cock in her little mouth
before it hit the back of her throat. She didn't even gag! She began to bob
up and down and Glenn's hips began to move.

"Now kiss and lick and lick the shaft like you saw me doing. I won't let
Daddy cum before he fucks you," I said.

"Oh, god. That is so good, baby," Glenn moaned. "You're making Daddy so
happy."

Jill stopped for a moment, looked into Glenn's eyes, pulled off and said:
"I love you, Daddy. I want to be your little cum slut."

Wow! The exact words I'd used so many times in my videos! I guess they HAD
been watching.

Then she looked at me and said, "I love you, too, Megan. Don't ever leave
us. I want you to be my sister forever."

I was stunned, to say the least. Here I was with a hunk and the hottest,
sexiest Lolita I had ever been with. When I was eight, I did a scene with a
twelve year old, but as great as she was, she wasn't Jill.

Speechless, I looked at Glenn.

"Megan and I will talk," he told Jill.

Now it was time for Glenn to fuck his beautiful daughter.

I asked Glenn: "Will you give us few minutes? I promise it will be worth
the wait."

He agreed, so I took Megan by the hand and led her into her room.

Chapter 6

"Honey, will you show me the things Daddy bought for you?" I asked as we
reentered her room.

She did and I selected a lacy pink garterbelt, white opaque stockings and a
pair of five-inch pink sandals. As I slid the stockings up her beautiful
legs, she sprouted a stiffy and I kissed the head.

Jill stood and I dropped a sheer white baby-doll nightie over her head and
shoulders. It fell to just below her thingy and her tiny nipples were very
pronounced.

I applied some makeup, but not much. Just eye liner and shadow, a little
blush on her cheeks, and pink lip gloss.

And of course, I lubed her up again.

"You're beautiful, Jill. So beautiful," I said.

We stared at each other for awhile, then Jill broke the silence. "I wasn't
kidding when I said I love you, Megan. I've watched your videos so many
times I feel like I really know you."

I couldn't help myself, and blurted out: "Oh, Jill, I love you, too. I do."

And it was true.

"Would it bother you if Daddy fucks us both?" I asked. "I mean, the two of
you will be so great and I don't want to get in the way."

"Gosh, no, Megan! I want him to fuck you!" she squealed. "It would be so
nice for you to be my sister ... and my Mommy."

Oh, help me, I thought. How did this happen so quickly? I was
overwhelmed. I'd never felt this.

"Daddy and I will talk," I promised Jill.

"Okay," she said. "I told you he likes you, and now he'll fall in love with
you. We can be a family."

How much better could this get?

Jill began to cry. I took her in my arms and cooed into her ear: "Mommy
loves you, Jill. You're so sweet. I want to be with you all the time, too.

"It's time, baby. Daddy needs you right now. Let's go fuck Daddy."

Her mood changed immediately to glee and she smiled brilliantly. "Yeah,
let's go fuck Daddy!

She grabbed my hand and out the door we went. Heels clicking; both sporting
stiffies.

Chapter 7

I led Jill back to the master bedroom and she stood before Glenn. She was
so gorgeous. If she ever wanted to make videos with me, we'd sell thousands
and thousands.

She walked over to Glenn, took his eight inches into her little hand, and
said: "Fuck me, Daddy."

Glenn removed her nighty, and Jill laid on her back and spread her
legs. The stockings and heels made them look soooo much longer. "Coltish"
is the over-used term, I know, but there isn't a better one to describe her
incredible legs.

I applied a generous portion of lube to Glenn's cock, he moved between her
legs, and I helped her put her calves on his shoulders. She was completely
open to him and I could see her fuck hole winking involuntarily.

"Jill, baby," I said. "Daddy is really big. I'll help you, but it's going
to hurt at first. It's okay to cry if you need to, but the pain will soon
go away and you'll love it."

She looked at me with those big blue eyes and said: "I know it's going to
hurt, but the buttplug helped me stretch. I know it'll feel good after he
gets in me. I'm ready for Daddy's cock. I love you Megan. I love you
Daddy."

I looked at Glenn. He smiled and said, "I love you, too, Megan. I fell in
love with you just from watching your videos. You're 100% better in real
life.

Glenn moved the head of his cock to Jill's pink star and pushed the head
in, clearing the anal ring. She screamed in pain.

"It's okay," I said. "It's okay, baby. Just relax. Breath for
Mommy. Breath."

I guess Jill liked hearing me call myself "Mommy" because her hips moved up
and Glenn's cock unexpectedly sunk in four inches. She screamed again.

"It hurts!" she cried.

"I know. Just wait," I said as soothingly as I could, stroking her
forehead. "Daddy won't move until you tell him to. It's going to feel
really good in just a minute."

Jill relaxed. "Move deeper," she said.

She moaned and began to buck her hips. So Glenn pushed all the way his
precious daughter's fuck hole.

"Oh, yes!" Jill moaned as he adjusted. "Yes!"

Glenn began to fuck his little daughter and they soon found a rhythm.

They fucked for maybe 15 minutes and I could tell Glenn was getting close,
so I placed my hands on his butt and squeezed.

"Cum for me, Glenn," I said. "Give Jill your Daddy juice. Fill her up. When
you're done, I'll suck it out of her and show it to you."

That did it. Glenn let out a loud grunt and began to cum, shaking
uncontrollably. Jill had a bone-dry orgasm.

Glenn continued to fuck Jill until he wen soft and his cock popped out. As
the cum gushed from her, I moved to her hole and licked and sucked. When I
had a mouth full, I raised up and stuck out my tongue, showing it to
Glenn. Then I moved back down to Jill and she sucked it off. We both had
Daddy's seed in us.

"Don't you wish Daddy could make us pregnant?" I asked Jill. "We could have
two little sisters like us."

"I know that can't happen," she said. "But it's fun to think about it. I
just want the three of us to be together for a long, long time."

"I want that, too," said Glenn.

"So do I," I said.

In no time, Glenn's eight inches were aimed at my fuck hole. Jill helped
guide it in. When he was deep inside me, she fondled my titties.

Perfect.

Chapter 8

Glenn and I dated for several months, and always included Jill when we
fucked at their house.

Then he made the marriage proposal we all wanted the morning after a night
filled with the three of us fucking for hours. And of course I accepted!

"I have to go to the store now," I said. "But after we close, you're
putting a ring on my finger, Glenn."

When I got to work, all of the salesgirls had arrived, too. So I called a
meeting and told them about everything, including how special Jill is. They
squealed in delight.

"You'll all be my bridesmaids, right?" I asked.

"Right," they all said, almost in unison.

A month later, we were all on a secluded island in the Caribbean where
nudity is welcomed.

At the civil ceremony, I was dressed in sheer white lace-top thigh highs,
and white five-inch satin pumps. I wore a white vale that fell just over my
eyes in front, and flowed down to my hips in back.

The bridesmaids where dressed in baby blue and we all held white bouquets
of lilies

Jill, my maid of honor and new daughter, was dressed in pink. She was also
our ring bearer. The naked judge took it all in and erected. Eight inches,
just like the woody Glenn was sporting!

After we said our "I dos" and kissed, I looked at my bridesmaids and said:
"Please take good care of the judge."

(I ran into him the next day, and we was so drained all he could do was
smile.)

Final Chapter

So I was now officially Glenn's wife and Jill was officially my
daughter. But there were soooo many times Jill and I did the sister routine
for private audiences and on videos. As we aged, I knew we would be the
perfect mother/daughter act.

I've opened a few more Special Things stores and Cindy runs one of them.

I added a studio in the back of my first store and Jill and I do weekly
live shows. We invite a dozen well-screened patrons at a time to watch, and
you'd be surprised with how many women we have as customers. I'm sure some
of them are special. It's $2,000 a head, so we're clearing $24,000 a week
on just the shows, and hundreds of thousands of dollars more on the Special
Things stores and videos.

The only thing I can think of that would make this more perfect would be
for Glenn to be able to impregnate me so I could give Jill a real brother
or sister.

But still, I guess you can say life is good. Very good.