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Subject: {ASSM} Wynter2: Daddy's Student 04/05 {Hoisington} (Mg rom ped inc solo oral cons)
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This is an erotic fantasy.  The characters and the situation are
purely imaginary, and this story is  **NOT** intended to be a
guide for actual behavior.  Any similarities between this story
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                           WYNTER KING 2:
                      DADDY'S LITTLE STUDENT
                      by Russell Hoisington

                              Seven

     Richard couldn't suppress a sigh of contentment.  He had
dozed off with Wynter stretched out atop him and awakened to the
smell of lasagna on the bedside table and the feel of her tongue
lashing the flaccid Beast in the warm, snug cavern of her mouth. 
He'd told her that the floppy thing was worn out for the night,
but with pure lust in her eyes she'd replied, "Don't bet the
mortgage on it," one of her mother's frequent replies whenever
she disagreed with something he said.

     Based on that, he'd asked for a pain pill instead of
ibuprofin, expecting that he would need it before the night was
over.  He was correct.

     Dessert was a multi-course treat.  It started with almond
praline ice cream.  Next came tiny pink nipples on small firm
breasts as she knelt with her legs on either side of him and
leaned forward.  Now he was having the final dessert course. 
He'd have called it a "fish muffin," but she'd washed it so clean
that it now had just the heady, intoxicating aroma of young girl
and clean pussy overlaid faintly with the flowery perfume of the
soap.  His mind detoured momentarily and named the course,
"Hirsute Angel's Lips ... la Natural Lubrication," causing an
involuntary chuckle.

     Naturally, she instantly lifted her body from his, releasing
her meat popsicle dessert from her mouth, to stare down between
their bodies at his wet face.  "Daddy, is something wrong?"
Mother Hen asked.

     "No, honey," he said with a grin that echoed in his voice. 
"You really do need to learn that during sex, people make all
kinds of odd sounds, laughter, and sometimes even crying.  It's
not because something is wrong; it's because they feel so good
that they just can't control it.  Sex is where you stop being
rational and start being emotional.  Sometimes your brain just
does strange things on its own and you can't control it.  Like
the time your mother...."

     He wasn't surprised that when he didn't continue, she asked,
"Mother what?"

     "Well, I might get in trouble if I tell you," he said.  <Oh,
sure.  As if I WOULDN'T be in trouble if she could see us like
this right now, naked in bed together with Wynter's spit all over
the Beast and pussy juice all over my face.>

     The old Wynter would have immediately dropped the topic,
probably with an apology.  This was the new Wynter.  With a hint
of eagerness she said, "I won't tell her that you told me. 
Okay?"  She shifted her weight so that she could move her hand to
her chest.  One finger crossed her heart.

     <What the hell?>  "Okay."  He almost added, "If you
promise," but he realized in time that such a qualification would
have been an implied insult.  She had already promised.

     "It was one night when you were two or three years old.  She
remembered something her tenth grade biology teacher had said in
class:  'red roundworms.'  It wasn't the least bit funny at the
time he'd said it in class, but that night, for reasons she still
can't explain, her mind dragged it out of a storage vault, put it
up in flashing neon lights, and wouldn't turn loose of it.  It
suddenly became the funniest thing she'd ever heard.  She'd have
a hysterical laughing fit, and as soon as it was over and I'd try
to get back into her, she'd say, 'Red roundworms!' and start
laughing like a maniac all over again.  I finally had to give up
for the night."

     Obviously his daughter wasn't so wrapped up in what they
were doing that she wasn't in full control of her own mental
faculties.  She had no trouble drawing the accurate conclusion
about the impact that had on his damaged vas deferens.  "But,
Daddy, didn't that make you hurt," she released his semi-hard
cock and lightly rubbed the left side of his groin, "in here?"

     "Well, yeah," he admitted.  "After she went to sleep, I went
into the bathroom to masturbate."

     Her voice went deadly serious.  "Well, don't worry, Daddy. 
I'll see to it you get off and don't have to do that tonight!"

     "Good," he said with an eagerness he didn't feel.  "I don't
think I could make it to the bathroom in these casts!"  He
couldn't believe that the Beast was responding to his daughter's
hands and mouth and actually erecting again, but he knew another
orgasm was beyond question that day  He'd be lucky if he could
get off again the next day, before Ellen could make it back from
town.

     From Wynter's technique it was obvious that cocksucking was
something new to her, yet she was so damned GOOD at it!  Nursing
wasn't her only natural skill.  He thought at first that it might
be the slight hesitancy implying innocence that he found so
exciting.  Then he told himself that he could wonder about that
when Ellen returned the next day and he had nothing else to
occupy his time.  It was then that his mind had taken the detour.

     "Honey, I wasn't finished with dessert.  May I please have
some more?"

     "Only if you promise to eat every bite!"  He heard the grin
on her unseen face.  His eyes were feasting on the smooth, white
globes of her ass; the dark pink of her anal pucker; the brighter
pink of her "vaginal region" that glistened with his saliva and
her own "natural lubrication;" the soft pillows of her outer
labia, swollen with desire; the tiny head of her still-erect
clitoris peeking at him from within its hood; the narrow, thin
inner lips running the short inch from her little clit to the
opening of the succulent love tunnel that should have been
glowing from its intense inner heat; and the incredibly soft,
thin mat of first-growth pussy hair that would all-too-soon be
coarse and rough.

     "I'll eat it all, no matter how long it takes," he promised
as she carefully steered her sweet little pussy back into place. 
"Cross my heart."

     He waited while she reached back to draw an "X" on his chest
and then steered her with vocal commands until she was where he
wanted her.  He kissed the juncture of her thighs with her cunt
and with her gorgeous little ass.  He kissed her tightly puckered
little anus, and the kissed the "'taint" between her heavenly
little holes.  As his tongue resumed alternating between plunging
into her steaming vagina and licking the length of her love
trough, he felt her mouth again close around his erect cock and
wondered how the Beast had managed to keep from shrinking as soon
as the direct stimulation had ended.

     Lost in the excitement of eating her wonderful young pussy,
he forgot about the discomfort in his arms and legs and back and
hips, except for the times when he involuntarily tried to enfold
her in his arms or caress her body.  For a while, time ceased.

                               ---

     The force of her girlish, barely restrained laughter
vibrated Richard's stomach as it supported the weight of her
upper body.  Her lower body was still supported by her knees, but
they quivered like they were about to collapse.  She managed to
gasp, "Stop!" and he pulled his head back to watch her young cunt
spasm with her fourth orgasm of the evening.

     He wondered what would happen if he were to say, "Red
roundworms!"  Fortunately, he had enough sense to conclude that
sometimes ignorance was the better choice.

     The laughter slowly faded to a happy chuckle every ten
seconds, accompanied by a vaginal contraction that caused her
tiny open cunt to wink at him, as if she were flirting
upside-down.  He carefully kissed her thighs, being careful not
to tickle or startle her, and avoiding her still-sensitive little
pussy.  He would wait until she had caught her breath before
asking if she wanted him to eat her to a fifth cum, desperately
hoping that she would say, "Yes."

     Richard loved Angie to the very depths of his being, but if
he had to make a choice of having only his wife's pussy or his
daughter's for oral sex for the rest of his life, he would choose
Wynter's without a second thought.

     The Beast, of course, had not erupted in her zealous little
mouth, but to his amazement, it had stayed hard.  No doubt the
permanent erection was aided by all the different things she was
discovering she could do with it while it was at her complete
disposal for a "laboratory exercise."

     She lifted her upper body onto her forearms, shoving her
steaming cunt back toward his face.  He eagerly thrust out his
tongue and pulled his head forward, aiming for the clit that had
retracted back into its glistening, wet hood...

     ...and just missed the target as she straightened her body
upright on her knees.  One hand  flipped her pony tail back into
place while the other rubbed her neck for a moment.  The firm
little globes of her buttocks clenched and dimpled at the sides
as she stretched like an awakening cat.  His little girl giggled
again, then looked over her shoulder at him with the dreamy face
of a sexually satisfied woman.  The dreamy look stayed, but her
eyes widened.

     "You look like somebody held your head under the pond!"

     He winked at her.  "Well, I didn't have a towel in reach,
and it would have been impolite for me to get up and go look for
one."

     She carefully turned until she was facing him, legs still
astride his body but now on the opposite sides from where they
had been, and looked down at him with a mixture of dreamy
satisfaction and what was obviously love.  She leaned down until
her face was just above his.  "Daddy, I love you!"

     Before he could respond with is love for her she quickly
kissed his wet nose and then glued her mouth to his, ignoring the
layer of her pussy juice which coated his lips.  She kissed him
deeply, first attacking his tongue and then withdrawing so that
he could chase it with his own.  Time again  ceased while their
tongues chased each other back and forth, accompanied by a duet
of grunts that evolved into moans of desperate longing and aching
desire.

     When she broke the connection she straightened and looked
down at him.  He gasped for air and looked into her blue-green
eyes, sparkling in a face he'd never seen before.  It was his
eleven-year-old daughter's face underneath, but it had been
overlaid with veneers of that sexually satisfied glow, a look of
carnal need (<How can women always manage both at the same time?>
he wondered), and what appeared to be a more mature version of
her look of impish deviltry.

     "Now YOU have pussy juice all over YOUR mouth," he said with
a grin, guessing what the new Wynter would do.  He was right. 
Instead of jumping up to fetch a towel or washcloth, her little
tongue flew out, wiped down her lips, and disappeared back into
that strange grin.  She remained there, grinning down at him and
not moving.  "What?" he asked.

     If anything, her grin grew even wider as she began easing
backward on her knees.                              Eight

     Richard's curiosity grew as Wynter continued to inch
backward.  When her little pussy was directly over the Beast, she
changed direction and began slowly settling until he felt the hot
wetness of her slit press down on his semi-erection.  As she had
done that afternoon, she rocked her hips, tracing a slick, wet
path first up and then down the Beast.  After that, his cock was
no longer "semi" erect, but a blue-steel diamond cutter that
could deal out serious damage to an iron bar.

     Wanton desire flashed across her face for a moment, but then
the grin returned.  After a moment he realized she was no longer
moving her hips.  The stimulation he now felt was from his
humping the Beast along her slit.  And she was timing the beat. 
Suddenly she began moving again, moving counter to his motion,
and they both moaned in a discordant chorus.

     On the seventh beat she closed her eyes, leaned forward
slightly, and angled her pussy down.  The Beast's nose popped
into her slit and pressed against the tight opening of her
burning love tunnel.

     Richard froze.  "Honey...."

     Eyes squeezed shut, Wynter pressed her tight virgin cunt
harder against the tip of his dick and wiggled her little ass,
trying to force herself down around it.  Each thrust was
accompanied by a moan of need that included a grunt of
frustration.

     "Wynter!"

     She stopped pushing and opened her eyes to look at his.

     "Honey, no."

     "Daddy, I WANT to!" she pleaded, leaning forward and
planting her hands on the bed between his casts and his body,
ready to shove backward with the additional leverage.

     Richard knew what he had to say, but he did not want to say
it.  "But it's not right. We shouldn't."

     He watched her eyes stare blankly at him from beneath her
twisted forehead.  She was so horny that she had difficulty
processing the information.  After a long moment she asked, "But
if we can have oral sex, why can't we have intercourse?"

     "Well...."  <How the fuck do I answer that one?>  "Honey,
you know we shouldn't have done that, either.  I'm sorry I talked
you into it.  I shouldn't have."

     Another blank stare.  Then, "You DIDN'T talk me into it. 
Remember?  You said we BOTH had to want it or we wouldn't do it,
and that's what happened.  And if oral sex is that much better
than masturbation, then I want to see how intercourse is.  Unless
you don't want me.  I thought you did.  But if you don't want me,
then I won't.  I just...."  The little girl was returning to her
voice.  Tears started collecting.  She broke eye contact and her
head dropped.  The old Wynter was taking control again and was
about to panic.

     "It's not that I don't want you, Wynter.  I do."

     The head came up again and tilted sideways as she frowned in
confusion.  "Then why don't we?  Since you said you like being
the first man to do things with a woman, I thought you'd like to
be the first to have intercourse with me, just like you were the
first to French kiss me and the first to have oral sex."

     While she was talking she let the Beast's nose slip from the
entrance to her tight little tube.  It fell back against his
stomach, and she began slowly sliding her clit along it,
masturbating with his dick without realizing what she was doing. 
And, also without realizing it, she was driving his own need up
and his resistance down.

     But he gave it another try.  "Honey, you know that fathers
aren't supposed to have sex with their daughters."

     "Then I'm not your daughter, I'm your nurse."

     "Honey, nurses don't have sexual contact with their
patients."

     He saw the look on her face and wondered, <Is there any way
I could have handled that worse?>

     <Probably not.>

                               ---

     "Understand?"

     She lay quietly for a minute, her tense body stretched along
his, her arms tight around him, and her face in the puddle of her
tears on his chest.  "Yes,"she sobbed.  "But all I wanted to do
was be a good nurse to my patient, and a good daughter to my
father."  Again her body shook his with its wracking sobs, and he
wanted nothing more out of life at that moment than to have his
arms free to hold her.  The best he could do was rub his cheek on
the top of her head.

     "Honey, you were -- you ARE  - the best nurse I've ever had. 
And NO father EVER had a better daughter.  Not even Grandpa Wolfe
-- and I DON'T mean your Aunt Diane, I mean your mother."

     "But I didn't...," another wracking sob interrupted her.  "I
didn't mean to get you in trouble with Mother."

     It was The Moment the Lights Came On.

     It wasn't that she had misunderstood the requirements of her
nursing duties.  It wasn't that she'd done something society
frowned on.  It wasn't that she felt like a child for making
those mistakes or that she was mad at her self for having done
so.  Her sole concern was she had angered her mother with her
father.

     He rubbed his cheek against her blonde hair again, his nose
still picking up the faint balsam scent of her shampoo and
conditioner.  "You know, honey, that it takes two people to do
sex -- except for masturbation."

     She seemed to be thinking that over for a moment.  "So?"

     "So don't you think you're being a little selfish trying to
hog all the blame for yourself?

     She raised her head and looked at him, her beautiful blue
eyes rimmed with red and her left cheek soaked with her own
tears.  "But it's all MY fault!  Why would you want to take any
blame?"

     "For two reasons, honey.  One, I'm at fault, too, and you
know it.  And the other reason is something you haven't learned
yet.  You think adults make weird decisions that don't make sense
to you?  Wait until you become a parent.  You'll do anything to
protect your child, no matter what her age is, when you are
partly to blame.  You will probably try to protect her even when
she's totally to blame on some occasions.  But if you're partly
at fault, then you'll try to protect her from...."

     He frowned in thought, his eyes searching the ceiling for
the blatantly obvious concept that kept eluding him.  It was
flitting about like a moth around a light, just escaping his
grasp.  And then he looked at her eyes and knew.

     "I was wrong.  You have learned that, haven't you?  That's
what you're trying to do for me."

     She sniffed, and a hint of a smile flickered for just an
instant.  "I'm not your parent."

     "No, you're my student, and like a good student, you're
teaching your teacher something he wasn't aware of.  And like a
good daughter, you're teaching your father, too."

     "I love you, Daddy."

     "And I love you, too.  You know, if we're going to share
blame, your mother gets some, too."  He watched her frown.  "She
and I both wanted to live up here, isolated and away from
civilization.  That was good for the two of us, but not for the
three of us.  Neither she nor I realized that we weren't doing
the right thing by keeping you isolated up here."

     He saw the stricken look flash into place.  "Don't you DARE
say it!"  He was surprised by the harshness of his tone.  His
body was tense, as if in fight-or-flight mode.  He relaxed and
gently said, "You are NOT an imposition on our lifestyle.  Life
is full of trade-offs, and you opt for the one you want most. 
You want Dragon more than you want that corner of the back yard
where you used to play fairy princess.  You gave it up so that he
could have a puppy potty.

     "Well, your mother and I want you more than we want this
'fairy castle.'  Our fairy princess is far more important.  We
knew the night we made you -- and that's exactly what we were
trying to do that night -- we KNEW that we wanted you and that we
were willing to make any sacrifice necessary to have you."

     She sniffed and nodded understanding.

     "If I ever even get a vague impression that you might
possibly be thinking that you are an imposition or that you are
standing in the way of something we want, I'll turn you over my
knee and spank that incredibly cute, bare little butt of yours. 
There is NOTHING in this world that we want more than YOU. 
Understand?"

     Her head dropped at the compliment, but her eyes stayed on
his, and a grin forced itself in to place.  "I understand."  Her
head lifted and inspiration showed in her reddened eyes.  She
sniffed again and wiped her nose with the back of her hand.  "Can
I fib to you sometimes and say that I'm thinking it?"

     Unable to see where that was going, the teacher prepared to
learn from his student again.  "Why?" he asked cautiously.

     She gave him an odd smile, a mixture of love, and devil-imp. 
"So you'll have an excuse to look at my butt!  I'll keep my legs
open so you can look at my pussy, too."

     <Uh oh.>  The Beast sprang to life with a vengeance,
pressing against her joined thighs.  She parted them and allowed
it to flip into its upright position.  Richard felt the still-wet
pubic hair framing her slit brush the Beast's nose.  She squeezed
her thighs together, trapping it in place.  He was amazed that
she had the self-control not to start humping.  Somehow, he
wasn't surprised that he didn't as his hips cycled before he
could get control.

     Devil-imp kept smiling, but love was still visible, too, as
she asked.  "Daddy, you're supposed to be completely honest with
me if I ask you a question.  Right?"

     "Right."  He knew where this was going, and he wasn't sure
he could keep it under control.

     "I want you to be the first man to have intercourse with me. 
Cross my heart."  She raised up and used a fingertip to draw an
"X" between those small orbs that seemed to crowd everything else
out of his vision.  "Do YOU WANT to be the first man to -- um --
fuck me?"

     He knew the right thing to do was to lie to her, but he
couldn't.  She trusted him to be honest.  "Next to being out of
these casts so I can hold you, I want nothing more than to be the
first man to make love to you.  There's a difference."

     She used her hand to wipe her face and sniffed again. 
"What's the difference?"

     "Fucking is a sport -- something you do for fun.  Making
love is something you do to show how much you care for someone. 
Sometimes you do one, sometimes you do the other, sometimes you
do both at the same time."

     She blinked; then again.  "Then I want to make love to you,
and I want you to make love to me.  It's what we both want, and
if Mother is going to be mad at us for having had oral sex, she
can't be any madder if you make love to me.  And you always say
it's easier to get forgiveness than permission."

     Richard did some blinking of his own while she began thigh
masturbating not her clitoris but his erect cock.  Okay, maybe
her clitoris got stimulated, too, but she was definitely
affecting his ability to think.  Her sudden change of emotion had
him wondering if Wynter had actually maneuvered him into this
situation, but he quickly abandoned that idea.  He had no doubt
that she was smart enough to devise that plan, but he also had no
doubt that she wouldn't.  It would not be honest.  No, it had to
be that her hormone factories had gone into overdrive and were
flooding that slender, smooth-skin, incredibly sexy little body
with a deluge of conflicting thoughts and emotions.  Her hormones
were in charge.  She might be only vaguely aware of what she was
actually doing.

     "Daddy?"

     Mother Hen had tinged her voice.  She was waiting for a
reply, and his mind was wandering.  He sighed.  "There's going to
be a problem getting me in you," he said.

     Wynter nodded.  "I know.  My hymen.  I know it will hurt at
first, but I don't mind."

     Richard chuckled.  "No, not that, honey.  As grownups would
say, your cherry has already been busted."

     She lapsed into panic mode.  "Daddy, I haven't had sex with
anyone else!  I promise."

     "Yes, honey, I know that," he said with a grin.  "But it's
easy to break it lots of different ways because it's right at the
very entrance into your vagina, and it's usually very thin.  An
active girl like you could have done it many different ways, but
unless it happened earlier, I think I know how you lost it."

     She stopped squeezing the Beast with her thighs but left it
within its warm trap.  "How?"

     "Remember a few years ago when you were walking down that
tree limb and your feet slipped?  They went to both sides and you
sat down hard?"

     "Oh, I couldn't forget that."  She shuddered, quivering her
thighs around his erection.  "It hurt for almost a week!  So you
think I lost my -- my CHERRY then?"

     His hips cycled, rubbing the Beast between her smooth
thighs.  "Unless you'd done something similar and lost it
earlier.  I wasn't surprised when I didn't find one while I was
eating you.  I remembered thinking two things when you fell:  'I
hope she didn't inherit my tendency toward accidents,' and 'I
hope whoever she marries doesn't expect proof of virginity,'"

     She giggled.

     "No, the problem is that you might be too tight for me to
get in you.  I wasn't able to tell with my fingers, of course,
but you did seem awfully tight to my tongue."

     She frowned.  "Is there any way to tell if you don't use
your fingers?"

     Richard chuckled.  "Well, there is one way for sure."

     She gave an exaggerated sigh and shrug.  "Works for me," she
said, unable to keep the grin from spreading across her face.



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