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                           WYNTER KING 2:
                      DADDY'S LITTLE STUDENT
                      by Russell Hoisington


     This is a continuation of WYNTER KING:  DADDY'S LITTLE
NURSE.  Chapter One would have been Chapter Seven if I hadn't
stopped.  If you haven't read the original six chapters, the
story is archived at ASSTR in two files of three chapters each. 
If you have read those, you can skip the background.

                            Background

     Accident-prone Richard King's pretty blonde daughter,
Wynter, age eleven, wants to be a nurse when she grows up. 
Shortly after he was immobilized (again), Richard, talked his way
out of the hospital early.  Shortly thereafter his wife was sent
to Europe for three weeks.  Now an avalanche on the mountain road
to their isolated home has trapped his resident nurse in town. 
Wynter is forced to become her father's nurse.  With his lower
right leg and both arms and hands in casts, Richard is totally
dependent upon her.  But Richard has a second problem.

     An earlier accident left Richard with a vasectomy and damage
to the vas deferens that causes pain if his semen builds up for
more than a few days.  Wynter can't stand to see anyone in pain.

     Puberty causes a struggle between the emerging young woman
and the naive little girl, a perfectionist who wants desperately
to act like a grownup nurse, not a child, for her patient/father. 
The situation causes a struggle between the dutiful father and
his horny, aching need for relief.

     Wynter learns that handjobs will relieve his discomfort and
expands her nursing duties.  Richard learns that Wynter herself
has been aching with horniness caused by the hormones changing
her body, but that she has no idea what to do for relief.  Home
schooled and isolated much of the year, she has had minimal
contact with other children throughout her life.  After his last
handjob from her, which she gave to him not because she was his
patient but because he was her father and she loved him, she was
expecting him to talk her through the steps of getting herself
off.  Richard, however, fell asleep.  Wynter decides to teach
herself.

     Discomfort causes Richard to awaken in time to partially
observe her first orgasm.  She comes down from her orgasmic high
and sees he is awake. She sits on the edge of the bed to talk
with him, giving him his first look at parts of her since she was
just a baby.....

                               ---

     Wynter sat with her PUSSY -- she had just learned that new
word -- open to his feasting eyes. He liked looking at it as much
as he liked looking at her titties, which he'd sucked just before
the last time she GOT HIM OFF.  She thought that was a strange
phrase.

     "I just wish your hands were free so that you could do me
the way I do you.  If -- if you'd like to, I mean."

     She watched his eyes change to the way they looked when he
was trying to decide something hard.  He was quiet for many long
seconds, not moving except for his eyes.  She guessed that
whatever it was, it must be something very important, so she
remained seated there with her legs spread and the itchy, horny
feeling growing stronger.  She was thinking about rubbing her
clitty with her fingers when he finally spoke.

     "Wynter," he said in a quiet voice, "have you ever heard of
oral sex?"                               One

     Wynter stood at the kitchen stove wearing fuzzy house shoes,
a green gingham apron, and a frown.  Her left hand grasped the
long blonde ponytail hanging over her shoulder, and her right
held a large cooking spoon.  She had left her pajama top off
after her shower because she'd discovered her father liked
looking at her boobies, or her TITS, as grownups called them. 
She'd removed the bottoms to teach herself how to masturbate. 
Her father was going to talk her through it, but he had fallen
asleep.  He woke up with a neck cramp just before she CAME -- she
thought that was a funny name for it and decided to ask her
father why it was called that -- and she didn't have time to put
the bottoms back on.  Because of that, she discovered he liked
looking at her vaginal region -- her PUSSY as grownups called it
-- and left them off just for him.

     Her mind was racing everywhere, making it difficult for her
to concentrate on making lunch.  Daddy had done little more than
define ORAL SEX before he drifted back to sleep.  Wynter knew he
needed the rest to recover from his injuries, and she understood
that men used up a whole lot of energy during SEXUAL ACTIVITY and
needed to rest afterward.  She worried that too much sexual
activity would take away energy he needed to recover from his
injuries.  She had said that, and he had replied, "Honey, it
gives me a reason to heal faster," before dozing off again.  She
was still thinking about that.

     He'd looked so very uncomfortable at that forty-five degree
angle, and that was what had given him a neck cramp and caused
him to wake up when she was masturbating.  GETTING HERSELF OFF,
as grownups called it.  All these new terms.  After lunch, while
he was sleeping, she'd have to start a notebook of them to help
her use them properly now that she was no longer a child -- she
was eleven years old now, and had started mens... -- menst... --
having her PERIODS.

     She had forced herself to think only about what she was
doing as she slowly adjusted the bed until it was flat, cranking
it down a bit and then adjusting the suspension of his casts,
over and over until it was done.  Nurse Ellen Carter would be so
very pleased with her for not waking him up once in the process. 
Both Daddy and Nurse Carter had told her she was a natural at
being a nurse, and she could hardly wait until she could go to
nursing school.  Nurse Carter had even said she'd make a fine
doctor, too.  Wynter got warm tingles throughout her whole entire
body whenever they complimented her on her nursing skills

     It was while she was fixing lunch that she'd realized that
Nurse Carter would return tomorrow afternoon, if the plows got
the road clear of the snow from the avalanche.  With Nurse Carter
back, Wynter would no longer be able to relieve her father's
distress when his semen, his CUM, built up too much pressure in
the damaged -- what were they called?  The tubes where he's been
injured when she was just a baby -- vast difference?  That
couldn't be right, could it?  She'd have to ask him to spell the
right name for her so she could put it in the notebook.  She
understood now that she couldn't tell Nurse Carter that she had
given Daddy HANDJOBS.  And Mother would be back before Nurse
Carter left, and she'd be the one to relieve Daddy's aching
testicles, his NUTS, after that.

     <Drat!>

     Eight seconds later the tidal wave of panic struck.  Nurse
Carter had removed his catheter because he was having too many
erections, or HARDONS, and the catheter was hurting.  She'd been
his nurse before.  She knew about the damaged tubes between his
NUTS and his DICK and how it got too painful for him after four
or five days with no relief.  If he didn't complain about the
pressure, she'd wonder why.  If he did, and she gave him a
handjob for relief, she'd see that he didn't have enough cum
built up to cause pain.  When he came an hour ago, it was just a
trickle.

     If Wynter did ORAL SEX with her father, he'd probably SHOOT
HIS WAD again after she came, and he'd have even less cum when
Nurse Carter returned.  Perhaps she shouldn't do any oral sex
because of that.  Besides, it didn't sound very good when he
described it.  But he'd said, "Honey, it's wonderful, and I
really love doing it.  You will too because it feels so very
nice."

     <Maybe,> she thought.  It sure didn't sound very appetizing.

     But he really did want to touch her pussy, and oral sex was
the only way he could because his hands were in those casts. 
Daddy loved her so much that he wanted to make her cum because
she'd made him cum because she loved him.  She wondered how that
sentence would look diagrammed, and then her thoughts raced to
when she was cleaning him up afterward.  He'd fallen asleep, and
just like a grownup nurse, she'd cleaned up her patient without
awakening him, except at the last second she'd put a gentle kiss
of love on his dick.  She doubted nurses did that to ordinary
patients.

     Thinking about that kiss was what had triggered her first
orgasm.

     And what triggered that sharp feeling of HORNINESS that had
suddenly returned to her vaginal region.  No, to her PUSSY, she
corrected herself.  Well, she certainly knew what to do about
that now!  Her fingers were reaching under the apron that
protected her slender nude body from cooking spatters, just
brushing against the thin carpet of cornsilk blonde hair on her
pussy when she realized what she was doing.

     She couldn't touch her pussy and then touch food!  It was
unsanitary!

     But -- Daddy wanted to put his tongue in THERE.

     And he'd said that they'd BOTH love it!

     A yip from the door to the utility room announced that
Dragon was finished with his doggie business and wanted back
inside.  She let the Labrador retriever in and leaned over to
speak to him.  She was rewarded with a tongue in the face.

     She laughed and wished she could pet him, but it would be
unsanitary to pet a dog and touch food.  She went back to the
stove, deep in thought.

     If Daddy put his tongue THERE, would it help him with his
next orgasm, his next CUM, the way kissing his dick while he
slept had helped her to have her first one?  Dragon didn't mind
using his tongue on himself to masturbate.  Of course, Dragon
liked to eat what Daddy called "rabbit raisins" in the garden, so
maybe that wasn't a very good analogy.  A better one instead
might be....

     "Oh, YUCK!"

     She whirled to the sink and began scrubbing her face with
dishwashing soap.  The chicken soup almost boiled over before she
was finished.                               Two

     Wynter put the tray on the table and rolled it to the bed. 
She stood silently, looking at her sleeping father lying there
with his arms and one leg suspended in casts and a sheet covering
his athletic body.  His ruggedly handsome face didn't have any of
the scars that covered much of his arms and legs and body, but
even if it did, she would still love him just as much.  If she
could have just one wish granted, it would be that he stopped
having so many accidents that hurt himself.

     The soup was too hot to eat, so she would just let him sleep
a little longer because he needed his rest to heal.  She might as
well use the wait to incline the top of the bed again.  At
forty-five degrees she gently awakened him, rather than let his
head suddenly roll and jerk him awake.  A warm feeling raced
through her naked body when his loving green eyes opened and
looked directly into her large blue-green ones as he smiled.  Her
first orgasm felt really, REALLY good, but it wasn't nearly as
good as the feeling she got from seeing him smile at her.

     "Patients need their rest to heal, but they also need their
nutrition so that the body had the stuff it needs to heal
better," she said, holding her long blonde ponytail to keep it
out of his face as she  leaned forward to give him two gentle
daughter-type kisses, first on his nose and then on his lips.

     "Quoting Nurse Carter?" he asked.

     "No," she said, giggling.  "Nurse King."

     "Ah!  Well, I trust whatever she says.  She's my favorite
nurse, you know."

     Her head dropped and her eyes fastened onto his left arm
cast, but she whispered, "Thank you."  She felt the heat of her
blush.  She was angry with herself for suddenly acting like a
child again, but she didn't know what to DO when he complimented
her, even though she loved hearing it.  She knew he meant it, and
that made it even more difficult.  If he were just playing and
teasing, it wouldn't bother her and she'd tease back.  But he
MEANT it.  Why hadn't Mother told her what to do?  Because Mother
thought she was still a child?  She could wait until Mother
returned, but that would be another two weeks.  Well, she would
just ask Nurse Carter tomorrow.  Nurse Carter would understand if
she were asked in just the right way.

     "Chicken?"

     Her head jerked up and she frowned at him.  "What?"

     "Chicken?"  He nodded toward the table.  "The soup?  It
smells like chicken."

     Now she was mad at herself for thinking her father, who
loved her with all his heart, had called her a name.  "Oh."  She
turned and pointed at each item as she said, "Home made chicken
with vegetables soup and a chicken salad sandwich.  Carrot
sticks.  Apple juice and milk."

     "No hospital food?" he asked with sad, puppy dog eyes and a
downturned mouth.

     "I'm sorry, Daddy," she said in her most serious expression. 
"With all the snow I just couldn't find any road kill."

     Her father sighed heavily.  "And I was hoping for some
diesel-flavored chipmunk."

     They broke up in laughter.  Wynter grabbed her pony tail and
leaned forward to kiss him again.  She saw his eyes look at her
tits and slowed to give him a longer view of them.  When they
kissed, she felt his tongue brush across lips, sort of like it
had first brushed her nipples when he'd sucked on her tits
earlier that morning.

     <Now what?>  She didn't want to pull back.  That would be
childish.  Should she lick her father's lips in return?  The
thought made the horny feeling in her split -- in her PUSSY, she
corrected herself, wondering why she couldn't remember to use all
these new terms the way a grownup would -- tingle.  The thought
wasn't objectionable.  But was it what he expected?  She could
ask, but then she'd have to stop kissing him to do so.  That
wouldn't be fair to him because of his needs.  Would it?  Or
would it be less fair to keep kissing him in a way that wasn't
what he expected or needed?

     Being a grownup, Wynter suddenly realized, was a lot more
work than it had seemed to her when she was just a child.

     She gently pushed her tongue tip out and brushed it against
her father's lips.  She was about to pull it back in when his
rushed out and rubbed across hers.  <Drat!>  She had been too
slow and his tongue had touched hers instead of her lips like he
meant to do.  She pulled it back into her mouth to give her
father free access to her lips.

     His tongue followed hers into her mouth!  <Yuck!>  What had
she done wrong that had caused her father's tongue to
accidentally enter her mouth.

     Wait a minute!  He didn't pull it back out.  Instead he was
rubbing her tongue with his.  It couldn't be an accident.  He had
to know the difference between her tongue and her lips.  He was
doing it on purpose!  And it wasn't really all that unpleasant. 
In fact, it wasn't unpleasant at all.  And the horny feeling in
her pussy was getting stronger!

     And then it was gone, and she felt his head draw back as far
as the pillow and mattress would let him.  It was over.

     "I think I took you by surprise," he said, looking deep into
her blue-green eyes with a worried face.  "I'm sorry.  I thought
you knew about French kissing by the way you responded."

     <Drat!>  She had disappointed her father because she was
ignorant of stuff she should have known.  She felt puddles
growing along her lower eyelids.  "I'm sorry, Daddy.  Mother
didn't tell me about that kind of kissing, and I didn't know what
to do.  Susie Middleton mentioned it once, but she said you just
licked lips, and she didn't know if both people did it or just
one.  I just guessed, and I guess I guessed wrong."

     "Oh, no, honey.  Not at all!  Kissing is like sex in that
there's NOT really a wrong way to do it.  Well, unless you bite
hard!  Part of the fun of both kissing and sex is learning what
each one likes best and sharing.  And I'll tell you a little
secret about us guys if you want me to."

     She looked deep into his eyes to see if he was being
serious.  He was!  And he wanted to share a secret with her? 
Then he really, truly must not be upset.  She nodded, afraid her
voice would break if she spoke.

     "A lot of guys look at it as being a badge of honor to be
the first one to do stuff with a girl.  Like being the first to
kiss her or to French kiss her.  I'm one of them.  I know that no
matter how old you get and how many guys you kiss, none of them
can ever be the first one to know the thrill of feeling your
sweet little tongue against theirs.  Only I have that honor, and
that makes me feel wonderful."

     With her free hand she wiped her eyes and got another warm
and tingly feeling all over from the way he was looking at her. 
It was a look that shouted how much he loved her.  It was a look
that wrapped around her and bear-hugged her the way his arms
couldn't.

     "Raise the bed the rest of the way and let's eat," he said. 
" I'll answer your questions.  I know you have plenty."

     Did she ever.

                               ���

     By the time they'd finished lunch it was mid-afternoon.  She
knew more about kissing now, and was eager to do her lessons in
"the laboratory exercise," as her father always called practicing
new stuff.  He had told her that it was his problem to explain to
Nurse Carter why he was no longer feeling pain from "the
discomfort of semen buildup."  He didn't say how he'd do it, but
he said it was taken care of and for her not to worry.

     She wheeled the table aside and sat on the side of the bed,
her body turned to where he could look at her tits and her pussy
because that made him happy.  Yes, he really did want to do oral
sex with her, but not if the idea made her uncomfortable or
upset.  He would only EAT her pussy if she really wanted it, not
if she was agreeing because she thought it was what he wanted.

     He didn't see any way they could continue with sexual
activities once Nurse Carter returned.  And especially after
Mother returned from Europe.  That meant this was her ONLY chance
to learn from him.

     "But, Daddy, you need your rest to recover.  If you use up
all your energy for me, it will take you longer to heal.  I'm
your nurse!  I can't make you take longer to heal just for me."

     She couldn't identify the look he gave her.  "Wynter," he
said in a gentle voice, "you're not making this easy."

     She felt the heat of the blush spreading up her face.  She
was trying to be a good nurse and she had childishly done
something wrong.  But what?  Her eyes dropped to stare at his arm
cast and she couldn't make them return to his eyes.  "I'm sorry. 
Daddy, I'm just trying to be a good nurse for you.  I'm not doing
a good job of explaining it.  Nurse Carter will be back tomorrow. 
Maybe she can explain it to you better."  She felt her voice
crack with the last sentence.

     "Honey, I'm the one who's not doing a good job of
explaining.  I understand what you are saying, but you don't
understand ME.  You don't understand what rules are all about. 
What I'm trying to say is that sometimes it's okay to go against
the rules."

     She frowned, thinking about that.

     "Honey, I really would love it if you'd look me in the eye
right now."

     <Drat.>  She lifted her eyes to his.  When she made eye
contact, he broke out in a big smile.  "Thanks.  I just wanted to
feel like you loved me."

     "Daddy, I DO love you!  That's why...."

     "Yes, honey, I KNOW it in my head."  He gave her his big
warm smile that always made her feel better.  "But when you look
at me instead of my cast or the bed rail or the floor or the
table, I can also FEEL it in...."  He winced suddenly, and Wynter
flew into mother hen mode.

     "Daddy?  Are you okay?"

     "Yeah," he said in a gasp.  "Remind me not to try to tap my
heart while I'm in these casts.  What I'm trying to say -- hmmm. 
Okay, let's try it this way.  The first couple of nights after
you found Dragon and he was almost dead, you were up almost all
night taking care of him, right?"

     "Uh huh."  She realized how childish that sounded and grew
angry with herself again.  WHY couldn't she sound like a grownup?

     "You were a growing girl and needed your rest to grow
properly, but you spent most of two nights awake taking care of
Dragon's needs."  By the way he repeated it she realized he was
"reenforcing the lesson" the way her teachers would do in nursing
school, but she didn't know what the lesson was.  "By taking care
of Dragon's needs, you spent the energy you needed to grow."

     "Yes, but I made up for it after he started getting better."

     "Aha!" he said, his eyebrows shooting up his forehead.  "You
made up for it later."

     More "reinforcing the lesson."  He said nothing else.  She
thought about it.  "You're saying that you can make up for it
later, too?"

     He shrugged as best he could.  "What else am I going to do
when they plow the road and Ellen makes it back here?  Wear
myself out by going dancing with her?"

     She laughed then, and that made him laugh.  Wynter liked to
hear her father rich, hearty laugh.  It made her feel that the
world was a happy place.

     "But even if I couldn't make up for it later," he continued,
"I wouldn't care.  If it took me another day, or even two or
three days more, I wouldn't care because I was doing something
for you.  Honey, you're going to learn that as a grownup, you
always find yourself having to make choices.  Sometimes there's
no best choice.  Heck, sometimes there's not even a good choice. 
That's called the 'lesser of two evils' decision.  But that's NOT
what this one is for me."

     She stared into his deep eyes, thinking about that.

     "When you're a parent, just like when you were caring for
Dragon, you'll sometimes choose to do not what is best for you at
the moment.  It might not even be what's best for your child at
that moment, but what's best in the long run.  Do you
understand?"

     She scrunched her eyebrows in thought for a moment.  "Like
that time I was really sick and had a high temperature?  I was
freezing and wanted Mother to cover me up, but she put me in the
bathtub and poured water on me to get my fever down?"

     Her father made an embarrassed face.  "Well, that's a much
better example that mine about you wanting candy before
suppertime.  I sure am lucky you're the brains in the family."

     She laughed again and squeezed his leg to her hip in a hug. 
"You said Dragon was the brains in the family!"

     "Well, that was last summer.  You got smarter since then." 
He looked at his casts.  "Apparently I didn't."

     "DADDY!  It wasn't your fault that drunk hit you."

     "No, but if I hadn't been trying to change the CD, I might
have been able to duck, or at least keep from being rolled down
the hillside.  You remember this when you start driving."

     "I will, Daddy," she said in the most solemn, grownup manner
she could use.  She slid off the bed and moved to where his arm
cast wouldn't be in the way when she kissed him.

     She suddenly realized that his eyes hadn't moved to her tits
or her pussy once.  He'd kept them on hers the whole time,
despite how much he said he loved looking at them!  Did he not
like it any more?  Or did he keep his eyes on hers because that
was what was best in the long run?  It had to be the latter.  She
got that warm, tingly feeling all over again when she realized
that he was SHOWING her how much he loved her with his actions. 
The moment their lips met, her tongue rushed forward. She was
going to show him that she loved him just as much as he loved
her.  And that was a LOT! 



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