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My Little Hapa
(C) 2002, all rights retained.
cd_riter@yahoo.com

Genesis

This little lark about piece popped into my head at a roadside
fruit stand in Auburn, California. I had just returned from a
Christmas break week in Hawaii, and, brown as a nut, stopped in
for a delicious hamburger. The flirtatious, pretty girl behind
the counter commented on my tan, asking if I'd been to the
Islands. I told her yes, I'd been wind surfing in Kona over the
break, and was now heading up the mountain for some boarding. We
chatted for a bit while the burger sizzled. I noticed her eyes
were blue, flecked with gold. You have the most beautiful eyes, I
told her. She replied with a grin, I got Mom's eye color and
Dad's eyelids. I'm a Hapa, she said, proudly labelling her
Asian/Caucasian heritage. 

Then, as happens occasionally, an unexpected side track from a
Google search, Cicero's speech to the Roman senate, something
once read with little enthusiasm, but now a trigger, extending
and twisting the story line. 


Intro

My name is Marcellus. This day has brought with it an end to the
silence I have long indulged. My daughter and I now speak, not as
father and daughter, not as peers, nor as friends, but as adults.


This day has brought with it an end to the parent-child
relationship. Somewhere, somehow, somewhen, unnoticed, she
transitioned from girl child to woman child. This day, she made
me aware of her changes with one simple question.






Chapter 1

"Daddy, how big is your penis?"

I stare at my daughter, my eyes popping, the spoon full of
generic raisin bran frozen in front of my open mouth.

"How big is..." I choke, blinking hard.

"Yeah. Erect. How big is it erect?" she interrupts.

"Uh, Stacey, I, um, I'm not sure." I slowly put the spoon back in
the bowl.

Thirty seven years old, and I'm tongue twisted by my daughter's
very personal question. She tilts her hips, slouching on her
ligaments, her face twisting with exaggerated impatience.

"Daddy, please." Her face relaxing. "Don't be a dork," she
smiles, her eyes sparkly.

A year ago she would have stamped her foot on the floor. 

"Why do you need to know?" There, I get at least one coherent
thought vocalized.

"I'm just curious," she says, making an expressive shrug.
"Sachiko's boyfriend, Greg, is only about this big." She holds up
a yellow Hi-Liter tube. "He's fourteen, and not very big, I mean,
very tall, you know, like his dad. He says his dad's penis is
humungous." She slumps into the chair on the far side of the
table with the casual grace only teens can execute.

This is interesting news. "And how is it that Sachiko is aware of
Greg's, ah, penile development?" 

"Tsk," she says, annoyed, rolling her eyes. "Don't be such a
dork. She's thirteen and has had boy friends like forever." She
glowers, waving the underliner in her fist. It seems phallic,
somehow. 

"Unlike me," she complains, wrinkling her face again.

"Mmmm," I sigh, hoping she'd not start that complaint again. "Let
me finish my breakfast, Honey. Then we'll talk."

I lift the bowl to my face to drink down the little milk and
brown flakes remaining. 

"Want a fresh coffee, Daddy?" 

She can be so sweet. Sometimes.

I nod, squeezing the milk out of my mustache with shaky fingers.

Stacey stands, stares down at me for a minute, her eyes
narrowing.

"Do you think Mom would mind if you showed it to me?"

"Stacey, for Christ's sake." I stare, open mouthed, up at her
serious face. "You're gonna give your old man a stroke."

"Daddy, I've got questions. Who better to ask than you? Don't
wuss out on me, pleeease." 

Her robe swirls around her knees as she twists to lift the coffee
pot from its nest.

That is certainly an effective point. No rebuttal at all would
come from my lips. A few ideas flash through my brain.

I drain my tepid coffee, and hold out the mug. She fills it
carefully, replacing the pot in a distracted manner. 

"Stacey, tell you what. I'll answer all your questions best I
can. It makes sense to share my experience with you so you'll
have accurate facts, not hearsay."

"Thank you, Daddy, but I've googled everything on the 'net so I
don't really need the lecture." 

"So..." I hide behind my coffee mug, feeling an up welling of
apprehension.

"I just need the Lab now, Daddy." She grins so mischievously I
can't help a small laugh.

"Okay, Stace. Sexuality 1A lab coming right up." Oops, could've
used a better choice of words. I feel my cheeks flush.

Stacey drops into her chair, leaning eagerly forward, her
expression becoming serious. 

"101A." she says quietly. "Already did 1A with Sachi and Greg."
Her eyes sparkle.

"Ah," I sigh, nodding my head. "Okay, my sweet precocious, I'm in
your hands. You call the shots."

"Yesss," she hisses, jumping to her feet, holding out her hand.
"My bedroom. Let's go to my bedroom." She is eager, excited.

Coming around the table, she takes my arm, pulling me to my feet,
to wrap her arms around my waist, and press her cheek against my
chest.

"You are the best daddy a girl could ever have. I love you so
much." She hugs tighter, raising a major pucker for a kiss. 

I squeeze her tight. "Thank you, my dear. You're the best
daughter a father could have." I peck her tight lips.

Stacey turns, and skips to the doorway, turning to urge me on.

"Come on, Daddy. Hurry it up." Her smile so wide, twenty eight
pearlies should be visible. She dances on her toes, and runs from
the room. I follow at a more sedate, adult pace, digging deep to
find some calm.

I find her sitting in a half lotus position on her bed. I have to
stand in the doorway for a long moment to just admire and enjoy
her eager, smiling face.

"C'mere, Daddy. You move so slowly sometimes."

I step in, closing the door. She pats the bed beside her knee. 

As I start to turn to sit, her hand pushes against my hip.

"No, just stand there. Turn around." 

She tugs at my sash. I turn as my robe falls open. She stares
wide eyed at my boxers then lifts her eyes to mine. 

"Can I see it?" She's breathless. Her cheeks flushing even more.

I let the robe fall to the floor.

"Go for it, Stace." 

She raises a tentative hand to my waistband.

"What do you call it?" She lifts wide eyes to mine. "I don't even
know a good name for it. Cock seems too crude, dick sort of
stupid."

"Try pecker. That's not intimidating, maybe just the reverse," I
laugh softly.

"Yeah, kinda cute. Lemme see your pecker, Daddy." She giggles,
falling over onto her side, hiding her face in her hands, her
body shaking with laughter.

I laugh with her, not sure why, maybe just her very contagious
delight.

She sits up, wiping her eye lids with stiff fingers. 

"Okay, I'll be serious now." 

She reaches out, and tugs my boxers halfway to my knees. I wiggle
a leg, the white shorts fall to my ankles.

"Gollee, Daddy. You're bigger soft than Greg hard." 

She presses stiff fingers to her lips, reaching out with a
hesitant forefinger to stroke down the length of my dangling
cock.

She glances up at my face before wrapping it in warm fingers. 

"Feels so soft," she marvels. She squeezes gently. "It's like a
mooshey sausage." She giggles again. "Maybe that's what I'll call
it."

She tilts her head to the side, reaching out her other hand to
cup my balls.

"Your scrotum is bigger than a, um, hardball, Daddy." She jostles
my balls carefully.

"Will you get hard now?" she asks, raising her eyes to mine.
"Make your, um, sausage hard for me, please." 

"I'm sorry, honey. I think I'm a little..." I didn't know what to
say to her.

"Are you shy with me? You are, aren't you? You're face is all
red." She points a finger at my nose, laughing.

"Maybe a bit uncomfortable standing naked in front of my own
daughter." I twist to sit alongside her. "Give me a minute. Maybe
I'll come up with something." I slap my forehead. "I'm sure a Mr.
Malaprop this morning, Sweety."

"Oh, I know what to do. Tsk," she says. "I'm so excited I'm not
thinking straight."

Stacey bounces to her feet, standing tall and proud, drops her
robe.

"Am I pretty, Daddy?" She acts coy, tilting her head, her cheeks
flushing. "Do you like my little boobies?" She cups her breasts.
"They aren't too small, are they?"

"Stacey, you are more than just pretty, you are lovely. You're
perfectly beautiful."

That she is, from her broad shoulders to her slim hips, and, my
god, such long legs, such beautifully muscular thighs. I try to
keep my eyes off her mound, hidden behind low cut, white cotton
panties, but she catches my glance.

"This feels weird," she sighs. "I'm going to be naked with my
Daddy." She giggles as she bends and slides panties to her
ankles. Standing tall, her arm twitches as if she had resisted an
urge to cover the tiny puff of dark hair on her pubic mound.

"My gorgeous child," I exclaim without thought. I remember to
breathe, and take a deep breath.

Turning, she asks, "Do you like my ass, Daddy?" Her voice a coy
simper. "You're always looking at it."

"I love your saucy butt, little girl. I don't know whether to
kiss it, bite it or spank it. Maybe all three. Come here." I
reach for her arm, pulling her close. "Lay on my lap," I command.
She scrambles quickly to lay flat across my thighs.

"Baby has butt," I laugh, stroking her smooth, round pink cheeks.
She clenches, making major concavities. Her skin feels velvet
smooth, and so warm. I feel a surge of heat in my cock. I spank
her gently, just little pops, first one cheek then the other.

"Daddy, your sausage is poking my tummy," she giggles, a little
girl voice, trying to hunch her hips. "Keep spanking me, Daddy.
It makes my, um, me tingle."

"Makes your pussy tingle. Say it. Say pussy." I slide fingers
between her quivering thighs. She arches her butt up, spreading
her legs wide enough for me to find her very slick crease. 

"Oh, Daddy," she groans. "My pussy is so hot," she whimpers,
shuddering.

I slide my forefinger into her slick heat to the second knuckle,
swiping across her clit with my rude finger.

"Mmmmm," she whines, shivering. "Oh, your finger is so big," 

I slowly, reluctantly, remove my hand from between her legs, not
able to resist cupping her velvet cheek for a moment.

"Sit up, Sweety. Sit on my lap."

She rolls to her side, I lift her head and shoulders, cradling
her on my arm.

"You okay, Stace? I shouldn't have done that. I hope you wont be
angry that I invaded your..." 

Dark eyes flash anger.

"I'll be mad if you stop, Daddy. Please keep doing it." 

She opens her legs slightly, trying to pull my hand to her dark
tuft of spiky pubic hair.

"Daddy, please," she begs so sweetly. "I'd love to have an orgasm
with you."

"Sigh," I sigh. "Stacey, you are such a brat."

"Not a brat. I'm a sexpot. A hottypot." She giggles. "Please,
please, please do it for me." The little girl whine is back. She
tucks my fingers around her hairless lips. 

"I do it everyday, and now I want to feel you do it." She put on
her little girl, begging pout, pressing and jiggling my fingers
on her crotch.

"Everyday?" I'm surprised.

"Sometimes more," she giggles, her flushed cheeks pinking even
more.

"Well, I guess you can't wear it out." I speak in a calmer voice
than I'm feeling.

I let my eyes wander over my child's face. I swipe a thumb along
her cheek, can't help making a big smile. 

"You're growing up so fast," I mutter, shaking my head. I lift
her hand to my mouth, and kiss her fingertips. "And you're so
pretty, I could eat you up."

"Tsk," she grins, cocking her head. "You always say that. I wish
you wouldn't 'cause it makes me feel like a baby. I remember how
you teased me, threatening to eat my little piggies." 

"You're my baby for the rest of my life. There's no escape for
you." I peck her forehead. "Still want that orgasm?" I ask her,
letting a devilish grin grow large.

"Yes, yes, yes."

"Then I will eat you up for real."

Stacey's eyes widen, her mouth opens, but no words come. I let
her figure it out.

"You m-mean?" she sputters, not able to finish the thought. "For
sure, Daddy?

"On your back, Sweety. It's time for your Daddy to make you feel
really good." I pat her thigh.

She rolls to her feet, twisting to face me, her eyes shining out
her eagerness. Her eyes drop to my erection. I stand, pointing it
at her belly.

"Sheesh," she breathes. "I didn't think it would get that big."
She lifts rounded eyes to mine.

"Sit," I tell her, dragging her pillow to the edge of her
mattress. "Sit on your pillow."

She sits, I kneel between her knees.

"Lay back, raise your legs up, Sweety." I stare at her pink,
shiny crease, flashing back to baby powder and diapers.

"Wait a minute, Daddy. I can't see."

She snags her other pillow and folds it under her head, while I
stroke her silky smooth thighs. God, her skin feels so good.

"Ready, set, go?" I ask her.

"Ready, set," she pauses for a deep breath, and half shouts,
"Go!"

I bend to my task, tickling her mons with my mustache, before
dipping down and licking her sweet nectar from perineum to stiff
pubic tuft. I hear her suck air. I press firm lips to her vulva,
waggling my head a few times.

"Mmm?" she asks a wordless question.

I burrow my tongue into her, seeking her little pink hole. She
yelps when I find it.

I start lapping like a thirsty dog, slowly pummeling her erect
clitoris with my tongue. Stacey squeaking with each hit, her hips
straining upward, driving my face harder onto her pussy.

I suck in her clit, and tongue lash her.

"Daddeeee," she wails, her pitch rising three octaves.

Time to escalate, I slide a forefinger into her slippery tube,
just an inch. Then my rude finger joins the first. 

"Ooooo," she moans. "It's." She sucks in air. "It's coming." Her
vibrating body tenses.

I suck her clit, waggling my fingers as if strumming a ukulele.

"Iiiiii, there," she screams through clenched teeth, her body
curling into a ball as she convulses.

I raise up and lay lightly on top of her. Her arms come round my
neck. Her warm, sweet breath pants against my cheek.

"That was sooo goood," she whispers, wiggling her hips. Her eyes
widening slowly.

"Your sausage is poking me. Are you," she gulps, "gonna put it in
me?"

I shake my head. "No, Honeychild. Don't worry." I kiss her
forehead. "I'm going to rub it on your pussy so I can have a come
too." I snake an arm between us, positioning my rigid shaft along
her slit, and start sliding on her liquid fold. 

"That feels good," she exclaims. "Everything you do to me feels
so good. Go ahead, put it in me."

"No, Stacey. I have something else in mind." My hips
accelerating, tingles becoming electric.

"Daddy's going to come in about five seconds. Want to watch me
squirt, Squirt?" I raise up a few inches.

She lifts her head, almost curling into a ball again. I rub
harder and tense.

"Now," I groan as the electric orgasm surges through me, hot
semen coming down the pipe, splattering her belly and chest.

"Jeez," she gasps as another glob hits the bottom of her small
breast. "It's so hot."

I can only groan and shiver as her small fingers press my
softening penis to her vulva. I press my palms into the mattress,
about to lift off my daughter.

"No, wait," she pleads. "Let me rub it with your pecker," she
whines. "Let me rub my pussy with your cock." She sucks air and
rubs harder. "Cock, yeah. Nasty, nasty crude. Mm, feels good. Oh,
Daddy, Daddy cock," she huffs. "Feels so good."

I brace above her, watching her grimacing face contort, biting my
tongue to keep silent.

"Mm, two so close," she groans through gritting teeth then sucks
in big air, her muscles totally rigid, straining, her free arm
snaking around my neck, hugging so tight only the jaws of life
capable of breaking us apart.

"Nnnn, yes," she cries, collapsing, boneless, panting, flushed
bright, shining with her sweat. I nuzzle her neck, licking salty
sheen. Her arms come around my neck, a quick squeeze before
flopping back to the sheet.

"Best one yet," she breathes.

I lurch to my feet, distracted by my daughter's naked, flushed
body, stare at her, scanning from wide spread knees to breasts. 

"You are the prettiest," I marvel.

"I'm all hot and sweaty and sticky." She wipes at the long
strands of hair stuck to her forehead. "Don't feel very pretty,
but feel really good." She works her elbows under her back,
sitting up slightly. 

"Thank you, Daddy. You give great lab." 

I shake my head, slowly realizing, with a small pang, that my
baby has kicked it up a notch. Again. 

"Let's shower. I've got stuff to do today. How about you?"

"Sachi's coming over this afternoon to practice. We've a big oral
midterm in two weeks."




Well down my chore list, it's time for a break, maybe a cold one.
From the kitchen I hear Sachiko's voice as she comes through the
front door. 

"Stacey," she calls. "Where are you, Hapa?" Sachiko's voice, loud
for such a small body, carries through the house.

"Family room, Sach. Come on in here."

I hear fast footsteps, at first muffled by the hall rug, then on
the dining room hardwood. Sachiko is moving at her usual fast
pace.

"I don't like it when you call me that, Sachiko. It makes me feel
like just half of something, like I'm missing some parts. I can't
help it if I'm half Caucasian. Are you dissing me 'cause you're
all Japanese?" 

Stacey's complaint is loud and clear. 

"I'm not dissing. You're my friend. I just think it's cute." 

Sachiko's and Stacey's voices fade to normal levels. I can't hear
them clearly until Sachiko shrieks.

"You did?"

Silence for a short moment.

Another scream. "He did?"

I twitch, and splash beer on my tee shirt.

"Oh, oh," I cringe. Stories are being told. I resist the urge to
hide in my den, deciding quickly to nip this conversation in the
bud. 

"Hi, Sachiko. How are you?" I ask as I enter the family room. The
two girls are huddling on the couch, almost nose to nose. Stacey
looking slightly smug, a bit superior, Sachiko, google eyed.

"Hi, Daddy," she calls out, her voice sugary, smirking.

Sachiko locks wide eyes on mine for a moment before dropping to
my fly. After a moments study, Stacey punches her shoulder.

"Stop that, Sach," she commands gruffly, as if defending her
territory. She presents a believable face for maybe three
seconds, then the giggles start. Sachiko's cheeks tinge with
pink. She tears her eyes from my fly, and drops her head.

"You telling little stories, daughter?" forcing a gruff voice.
Stacey responds with an ever so innocent, wide eyed stare.
Sachiko, more easily intimidated, cringes, as if making her body
smaller will soften my attack.

"Yes, Daddy. I told her what you did to me." She grinned, her
eyes sparkling. "It's okay, isn't it?" 

I shrug, and, with a soft, jovial tone, say "Sure, Sweety. She's
your best friend for years. We can't keep secrets from her, can
we." 

Sachiko's raises her face, her eyes startled, her chin dropping.

"Would you like for me to do you too, Sachi?" Using a tone of
voice as casual as if commenting on the weather.

Sachiko's cheeks flame, her mouth works, but no sound comes out.
I sit on the arm of my leather recliner. Sachi's eyes track mine.
She's obviously not averse to the adventure.

"Run upstairs, girls. I need a shower, then I'll join you. Be
ready." I give my daughter a significant look. Her grin blossoms
into a huge smile as she stands and pulls Sachiko to her feet.

"Come on, Sach. You're in for a treat." She turns to face me.
"Can I have another one, Daddy?" She speaks as if she's asking
for the last slice of pizza.

"Course you can." 

I shower slowly, feeling a tingle of anticipation, heat in my
belly, wondering what the next hour would bring. 



Standing naked in Stacey's doorway, I ogle two naked bodies belly
down on her bed, two pair of pale, round cheeks holding my eyes.

"Hi, Daddy," Stacey says, her voice pitched high. "You gonna
stand there all day?" She rolls to sit cross legged, and pats the
bed. Sachiko doesn't move, her wide eyes fixated on my dangling,
slightly pumped penis. I sit next to my daughter, trying not to
laugh at Sachi's intensely focused expression.

"Go ahead, Sachi, touch it." She grins at me. "You get your first
feel of my Daddy's sausage." She giggles behind a fist, her
cheeks flushing.

Sachi reaches out, in slow motion, and wraps strong fingers
around my half hardness. She squeezes with some authority, her
wide eyes darting to mine.

"You're not even half hard," she whispers. "It's awesome," she
giggles.

Stacey scoots close, wrapping her legs around my butt, pressing
rubbery little boobies against my back, rubbing her cheek on my
shoulder.

"Show him your pussy, Sach. It'll pop right up. Honest."

"Staceyyy, you're embarrassing me."

"Oh, sure, Sachiko. Like you haven't shown it to Greg a million
times."

"But he's your father," the girl whined softly. "How can you even
say p-pussy in front of him."

"What's that in your hand, Sachiko? Is that my father's cock?
Come on, this isn't the Boy Scouts we're playing with. Not any
more." 

Stacey's intensity had our attention, our rapt attention.
Sachiko's eyes so wide, her epicanthic folds might rip at any
moment. 

I pried Sachi's fingers off my softening pecker. 

"Come sit on my lap, Honey. We'll talk about this."

With a wiggle and squirm, I had a lap full of warm little girl
butt, her cheek against my chest. 

"You're as furry as a teddy bear," she said, scrubbing her cheek
on my breast.

I looked down into her shining brown eyes, making a soft smile.
She smiles back, after a moments hesitation.

"You okay with doing this, Sachi? With me giving you oral sex?"

Her lips trembled. "Guess so." Her eyes blinked rapidly. 

"We don't have to do anything. It's your choice." I watched her
eyes tighten. "If you're scared then stop. If you're just
nervous, that's cool too."

"Don't wuss out, Sach. I'll never speak to you again. 'Sides,
you'll really like it."

"No threats, Stacey. Don't take the fun out of it for her." I
lifted my arm over her head, giving her shoulder a squeeze.

"How do you feel, Sachi?" I asked her as gently as I couldspeak.

"Mmm, I'm kinda nervous, maybe a little scared." Her eyes flashed
to Stacey's face. "You wont s-stick," she stumbled. "Put your
penis in me, will you?" Her frightened, begging eyes did me in.

"Wouldn't think of it, Sachi." Liar, I accused myself. "Do you
and Greg?"

Sachi shook her head, a half dozen fast shakes. "No, he keeps
asking, but..."

"Begging, you mean." Stacey chirped. 

"Okay, girls, here's the agenda. Stacey's begging for another
come, so, ouch. Don't pinch so hard, daughter. I'll do her, you
watch, and after, make up your mind." 

Sachi nodded her head, making a small tight smile.

"May I touch you, Sachi?" I leaned down and pecked her forehead.
"Your breasts first?"

"Yeah, Daddy, feel her up. She gets hot when Greg plays with her
boobies."

Sachi arched her back, thrusting small, conical breasts towards
my hovering hand. 

God, her skin is so smooth, her breasts firm, rubbery cones, her
nipples rigid and puffed. 

"You have beautiful skin, Sachi," I murmured, almost to myself.
"I love your little breasts, girl. They look so tasty." 

"You've such big hands, Mr. P. You're giving me a tingle."

"May I stroke your belly, Sach?" I cupped her slight roundness,
enjoying her silky taut feel, letting my fingers tickle her
sparse, wiry pubic spikes. Her eyes flare, but she spreads her
legs slightly, not resisting as my fingers slipped between her
soft thighs. 

"May I touch your little puss, Sachiko?" 

"Look at her face, Dad. You don't have to ask." Stacey snorted
into my ear.

"May I rub it a little, Sachiko? May I rub your button, Sweety?"

Sachi's hips thrust upward, her hand going between her legs,
fingers pressing mine hard against her. 

"You can put your finger in me," she panted softly. "Just a
little bit."

"You're very wet, Sachi, very hot too." 

I let my middle fingertip dip into her, lightly rubbing her
rubbery bump with my thumb.

"Feel good?" I pressed harder, letting half my finger slip into
her.

"Yes," she hissed.

"Like it?"

"Love it. Do it harder. Go deeper," she groaned. "Eep," she
squeaked as half my finger went into her. "Your finger is so...
Ahh, so fucking big." 

Stacey gurgled in my ear. "And she couldn't say pussy a minute
ago."

I bent to suck a puffy little tit. The little girl sucked in big
air.

"Oh, fuck," she groaned, shuddering. 

I gave her another finger, probing deeply. She sucked air through
clenched teeth.

I was two finger fucking her, too forcefully, too deeply for an
inexperienced child. 

Her body tensed, she flung her arms around my neck.

"Ah, ah," she cried. "Aaaaah." Convulsing out her orgasm.

I bit her puffy nipple.

She grunted, convulsed, harder than the first.

"Oh, oh, oh," she groaned. "So good," she sighed, collapsing,
limp in my arms.

I could feel Stacey's panting breath against my neck. I turned my
head, we were eyeball to eyeball.

"Jeez, Daddy. Did you rip her? Is she bleeding?"

"There was no hymen, Stacey."

"I want that," Stacey demanded. "I want a come like that. That
was more than awesome."

"We'll talk about it, but I think Sachi needs some recovery
time."

Sachi inhaled deeply, letting out a long slow sigh. "Mr. P., that
was awesome, awesome, awesome."

"I think you can call me Marc, now, Sachiko." I chuckled, pulling
out from her vagina, resisting the urge to lick her juice from my
slick fingers. 

"Sach, what happened? Who'd you do it with?" Stacey demanded.

"I can't tell you who. We're sorta related."

"Not your brother?" Stacey exclaimed, wide eyed.

I did a little forehead wrinkling myself, but Sachi shook her
head, giving Stacey a glare.

"Can you tell us how it happened," I asked, my curiosity piqued.

Sachiko looked up, hard into my face, her mouth opening slightly.
I smiled gently. "Please, if it's a nice story."

"Oh, it's a very nice story. I guess I can tell you."

I patted her smooth belly, resisting an urge to fondle all of
her.

"I was staying at Aunt Michiko's last week, 'cause my parents
were in Japan visiting relatives. Aunty and Uncle Mas were out to
dinner with friends and... Ah," she sighed, her body shuddering
slightly. "It makes me tingle to remember." Sachi took a deep
breath. "Well, Yoshi dropped by. He's their nephew, and..."
Another big sigh, a dreamy expression on her face. "He invited me
out to dinner. We went to that fancy Ristorante Firenze. I don't
remember eating 'cause we just talked and talked. About
everything, you know, friends, dating, where we'd like to
vacation. He explained his major and how many more years it would
take him to finish his PhD. Oh, everything."

"Wow, Sachi, you scored a college boy?" Stacey's delight and envy
obvious in her tone.

"Yeah, and he's soo cute." Sachi scrunched her face and hugged
herself.

"Keep going, Sach. What happened after dinner?"

"We tried to get into a club, but they wouldn't let me in. I
wanted to dance with him so badly, I made him dance with me in
the parking lot. When a slow dance started, he just wrapped me up
and held me. My knees got so shaky I had to put my arms around
his neck." Sachi took another deep breath, made another big sigh.
"I could feel his..." She looked up at me, shrugged and
continued. "hard cock against my belly."

"Ooh, Sachi, you must have been creaming your undies. Get to the
good stuff." Stacey humped her heated puss against my buttcheek.

"Okay. He kissed me, right there in the middle of the parking
lot. A long hot kiss, and I'm humping his bone, about this far
from a huge orgasm." Sachi held up two slim fingers about an inch
apart.

"To cut this short, I told him to take me home, not Aunty's
house. When we got inside, we didn't make it past the living
room. We had our clothes off in seconds, just throwing them
anywhere."

"You weren't scared?" Stacey interrupted.

"No, not one little bit. If it hurt, I didn't care. All I wanted
was him on me and in me, and that's what I got. Boy, did he ring
my bell." Sachi laughed softly. "And I rang his too, three times,
right there on the living room rug." 

"Oh, Sachi, that's a beautiful story." Stacey's envy clearly
sounding in her voice.

"Oh, there's more." Sachi laughed, her eyes shining. "You know
what's so strange? He never went soft. He squirted me three
times. Never lost his hard on. You think maybe he likes me?" she
said, a big grin splitting her face.

"Maybe a little bit." Stacey dead panned.

"Well, we got ourselves calmed down 'cause I had to fix it with
Aunty. You know, leave a message on their recorder saying I'd
gone home to do some work on my computer. We'd only been rolling
around on the rug for about thirty minutes so it was still pretty
early. We got things cleaned up except for the big wet spot on
the rug, and went to my bedroom."

"Does he have a big one, Sach?" 

"Sorta big, but not too big. It felt like a perfect fit every
time I got it in me. We did it three times in the living room,
then twice more in my bed. I was on my back and he on his side
with my leg over his waist, his dick in me so nice. We'd talk and
kiss, his hands felt so good on me. I'd get close and he'd get
excited. Onetime he came, and I got to watch. Ha, and listen. He
grunted and groaned, I could feel his juice flooding into me. He
wouldn't take it out, and we'd lay there and start all over
again."

Sachi lay quietly in my arms, her breathing a little faster, her
cheeks flushed again.

"I wish he'd come back," she whined.

"Where is he, Sachi?" I asked.

"U Wa," she said with a sniff. "He's a sophomore at University of
Washington. He came here to say hello after spring break, so
maybe this summer..." she sighed hopefully. "We email ten times a
day, sometimes. It's like our own private chat room."

"Maybe you can go to U Wa, Sach. It's only two more years. You're
still very lucky. I wonder if my first will be so romantic."

"Yeah, I guess," Sachi sniffed. "Mr. P., I'm not really feeling
like I want to do anything more today. I'm gonna just go home
now."

"Sure, Sachi." I boosted her up from my lap. She started dressing
slowly, her face very sad.

"You're in love with him, aren't you, Sachi?" Stacey commented
softly.

"Mm, hm," she nodded, making a big sigh.

"And he, you?" I asked.

"I think so, I hope so," she said, her chin quivering slightly.

At the doorway, Sachiko paused, looking back at Stacey.

"We'll have to double up a study session next week, Stacey.
Okay?"

"Sure, Sachi. We'll work it out."

The sad faced girl waved and left us.

"I hope my first happens like that, Daddy." Stacey said softly,
scrubbing her cheek against my shoulder.

"Me, too, Sweety."

"Take me out for dinner tonight?"

"Sure, Sweety. Pizza?"

"No, Daddy. Take me to Ristorante Firenze."




















































































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