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This is an erotic fantasy.  The characters and the situation are
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                           WYNTER KING 2:
                      DADDY'S LITTLE STUDENT
                      by Russell Hoisington

                               Nine

     Wynter thought her father was being too cautious.  After
all, grownup women had vaginas that normally weren't much bigger
than a hardon, but they stretched enough to let a baby get out
through them.  And he was just trying to watch out for her the
way any good parent would and the way she would protect her
children some day.  She didn't want to argue with him because she
knew that, and because she was afraid that he might change his
mind again.

     The inside of her vagina -- her PUSSY -- was nice and wet
and slick, making it easy for her to slip her own fingers inside
and show him how much it stretched.  His dick really got hard
while he was watching her do that.  It got even harder after he
had her hold her hands and fingers exactly the same way in front
of his face so he could see how much she had stretched.  And then
he asked to suck the pussy juice off her fingers, and his dick
got so hard it raised up from his tummy, and she thought he was
going to cum again right then.

     She thought he would make love to her then, but he said he
wanted to try something else:  he wanted to see what size
vibrators she could comfortably get in her.  That didn't make
sense.

     "Daddy, if I can't get my hand without a vibrator on it in
my pussy, I don't think I can get it in there WITH a vibrator." 
His laugh told her she'd said something stupid again, but she had
no idea what.

     "This is something different, honey," he said, looking like
he was sorry he had laughed.  "I wasn't laughing at what you
said, I was laughing at the picture I saw in my mind.  I'm not
talking about a Swedish massager.  I mean a different kind of
vibrator, long and round like a penis, the kind women use to
masturbate with.  I really doubt that that's a topic your mother
would have discussed with you.  Few mothers do"

     "No," she said, feeling a little less childish for not
knowing.  "But how are we going to get any with the road closed
and...."  From his face she realized there was something else her
mother hadn't told her.  "Mother has some?"  Wynter couldn't
imagine why.  She had a husband for sex.

     <No,> Wynter realized.  <She doesn't always have Daddy, even
when he's home.  Like now.>  Wynter suddenly felt very sorry for
her mother and for what she missed out on when he or she was
away, or when he was hurt really bad.

     Which was what her father explained to her.  And he also
said that sometimes Mother used them even when he was with her,
because he liked watching her use them on herself, and he liked
using them on her as part of playing together.  Wynter hadn't
thought about her parents "playing," and certainly not doing so
with sex!  Grownups sure did keep a lot of secrets from kids.

     He told her what drawer to look in and sent her to fetch
them.  On the way she let Dragon out and realized she had to go
pee, too.  She did, then washed her pussy really good for her
father and let Dragon back in.  A glance at the clock showed her
how late it was.  It was almost time for his last round of pills. 
She'd have to give them to him first, so they wouldn't have to
stop making love.

     <Making love.>  She liked the sound of that.  <Fucking is a
sport.> Well, that sounded pretty good, too.  But she was
thrilled that her first time at intercourse was to be making
love.  IF she could get her father's hardon inside her pussy.  <I
really and truly want to get him inside me so I can show him just
how much I love him,> she thought as she opened the drawer and
looked under the underclothes in the back right corner.

     She couldn't stop her eyes from going wide and from gasping. 
She had no IDEA any such things existed.  Three were different
sizes of white plastic tubes tapered to a blunt, round point at
one end and flat at the other.  One was colored and shaped like a
hardon with the foreskin pulled back.  The fifth was a cylinder
that had a thin piece as long as her finger at the top, where the
others had been the same size or slightly larger in diameter than
the rest of the tube.  The thin piece was rippled, like a stack
of jelly beans stacked end-to-end.  She couldn't imagine why it
was shaped that way.  Surely her mother's vagina wasn't tight
enough for THAT to do any good -- not after she'd given birth. 
But when she tested the batteries in each by turning them on the
way her father had told her to do, it vibrated, too.

     She was so puzzled that she almost forgot to take the
squeeze bottle of lubricant.

     "Daddy, what's this?"

     Did he turn a little bit red?  "Oh.  I'd forgotten about
that one.  That's -- that's an anal probe."

     "Like for a colonostomy?  I mean, co-lon-os-co-py?" she
corrected.

     "Not exactly, but that's a good guess.  Well, yes, I guess
it is, sort of."  He chuckled and then explained.

     Wynter frowned.  "And that's fun?"  It sure didn't sound
like fun to her.  It sounded like a trip to the doctor.

     "Some people think so.  Different people like different
things, honey.  Besides, you thought oral sex didn't sound like
much fun, didn't you?"

     "I guess you're right," she said, reaching for his pills. 
She counted out the correct ones and gave them to him with some
water.

     "They're still tough."

     Wynter sighed.  "I guess I'll just have to let Dragon do the
cooking."

     "I take it back!" he said in mock horror.  "I can just
imagine what kind of pills Dragon would bring in from outside!"

     Wynter felt herself blush as she laughed with him.  <Drat!>

     After she noted his medications in the records, she sat on
the side of the bed with the vibrators and the lubricant squeeze
bottle.  "You might need the lube if you aren't wet enough," he
said, telling her to start with the smallest one.  It was a snug
fit, but it entered her easily.  She was so wet with her natural
lubrication from thinking about finally having intercourse --
MAKING LOVE -- that she didn't need the squeeze bottle of
slippery stuff.

     She noticed her father's dick move as she pulled the
vibrator out.  <He said he liked watching Mother use them,> she
remembered.  She also noticed that her horny feeling got worse
when she removed the vibrator.  She carefully wiped it off with a
wet cloth and put it on the rollaway table.

     The next size was bigger, but still smaller than her
father's hardon.  She went slow and easy, the way her father told
her to do, though she wanted to shove it in quickly because the
first one had felt so good sliding into her.

     "Good girl!" her father said.  "Does it hurt?"

     "No," she said, honestly.  "But it feels really big.  And
really good, too!"

     "You might want to turn it on and see if it relaxes you
inside so you can get the next one in."

     "Okay," she said warily, turning the base to make the
connection.  Well, her mother liked oral sex, and Wynter thought
that was great.  Her mother liked the vibrators, so maybe....

     The unit switched on.  Wynter screeched for an instant,
bringing Dragon to his feet.  He looked around and sniffed as he
moved to the bedside and sniffed up at her, whimpering in his
throat.

     "It's okay, Dragon.  I was just caught by surprise.  WOW! 
Daddy, that's a NICE surprise!"  She realized she was giggling,
but she couldn't stop.

     "Just try to relax inside and then you can move it in and
out and around," he said, with a horniness showing in his eyes as
his dick went totally erect.  He licked his lips as he looked at
the plastic vibrator in her pussy, and that made Wynter happy. 
She was pleasing her father.

     After a minute she started sliding it in and out, just a
little bit, to see how that felt.  It was as good as when her
father ate her pussy.  She felt her little clitty swell until it
felt like it was going to burst.  And that gave her an idea.  If
she just pulled it out a little more, and then pulled up on the
end and pushed her pussy downward....

     When the vibrator touched her clitty she exploded in orgasm. 
It felt wonderful -- almost as good as her father's tongue on
that hard little stick.  When she regained her senses, he was
staring at her pussy and the vibrator stuck in it, humping his
dick against the air.  Wynter was so very sorry that he couldn't
touch his hardon for relief.  She bent down to kiss his aching
pole, causing the vibrating plastic to press against her clitty. 
She came again when her lips touched his hard dick.  When she
opened her eyes, he was looking into them.

     "We might have to get you your own vibrator," he said.

     "It might help when I'm by myself," she gasped, then giggled
.  "It doesn't feel as big now, Daddy, like I loosened up a
little.  Do you want me to try the other one?"

     "Yes, but carefully.  It's a little bit bigger than me.  You
might need the lube."

     Wynter shook her head.  "I don't think so.  I'm just so
FLOODED with my natural lubrication.  My PUSSY JUICE," she
corrected.

     She felt empty when she pulled it out of her tight, wet
pussy.  She wiped it with the wet cloth and picked up the third
one.  If it went in, then she would be able to take her father's
erect dick.  <Please, please, please,> she thought, <let it fit!>

     Her father talked slowly and gently to her, relaxing her and
guiding her through easing the massive piece of plastic into her
hot, tight hole.  It was a little uncomfortable, but it didn't
HURT as she eased the tip into the mouth of her tender cunny. 
She twisted it and wiggled it slowly and gently.  It began easing
into her slender young body.  The widest point was about an inch
down from the tip.  When it went into her, she almost cried with
joy.  She could take her father!

                               ---

     Wynter positioned the tip of his dick against her overheated
hole and began pushing her body downward.  "Don't be in a hurry,"
he reminded her for the third time.  His dick was slippery in her
hands.  He'd insisted on her using the lubrication stuff because
her pussy juice wouldn't lubricate his dick the way it had the
hard, smooth plastic of the vibrator.  The DILDO, he'd called it. 
She thought that was a funny name, but right now she was too
happy to laugh.  She thought that was strange and told herself to
describe that feeling in one of her notebooks.  Then she told
herself to remember to describe this sensation, too:  the very
tip of her father's dick had just entered her pussy, had entered
her vagina.

     "Take it easy, and stop when it gets uncomfortable.  Give
yourself time to stretch.  I want the first time you make love to
be something you always remember because of how good it felt, not
how much it hurt during and afterward."

     "Yes, Daddy," she said, feeling that warm tingly feeling
shoot all throughout her body again.  That was even better than
cumming.  It was the feeling that her father loved her with all
his heart and was trying to both protect her and help her feel
wonderful at the same time.

     Push down slowly.  Relax.  Push down slowly.  Relax.

     Her eyes flew wide.  "Daddy, I think the head just went in."

     "Yes, it did," he gasped.  "Don't rush it and ruin it now. 
Take your time and we'll be making love in a few minutes."

     She felt the grin on her face and knew she couldn't remove
it for a million bucks.  "Daddy, I feel like I'm already making
love with you."

     His eyes shot up from watching his throbbing hardon going
into her horny little pussy and gazed deeply into hers.  "Honey,
I don't think I've ever heard a sweeter compliment in my entire
life.  Thank you very much.  I love you."

     <Drat!>  She couldn't stop her head from dipping again, but
she did keep her eyes on his.  "I love you, too, with all my
heart."  She giggled as something moved down THERE and shot a
thrill through her body.  "It feels so BIG, but good at the same
time."

     Her father smiled his warmest smile and moaned softly as she
slid down another half-inch onto him.  "Honey, I just hope it
feels as wonderful to you as it does to me," he said.  "If it
hadn't been for those last two cums, I'd probably be shooting now
and ruining it for you."

     She giggled again, unable to control it.  "Daddy, the only
way you could ruin it would be to tell me to stop.  If you did
shoot now, I'd just keep you inside me until you got hard again."

     He was looking at his big dick going into her little pussy
again, but he broke into the biggest smile.  It reminded her of
Aunt Diane's baby Christopher's smile when she teased him with
the rattle.  Then she bent her head to look, too.

     "That's all that's in me?" she said in surprise at the
amount of his greased dick that she could still see.  "It feels
like there's two feet up there."

     "You're doing just fine, honey."  He moaned softly.  "You
may not get all of me in because your pussy probably isn't deep
enough yet.  Just keep going slowly until it hits bottom, and
don't try to force any more than that into you."

     "Yes, Daddy."  She tingled throughout again.  Her father had
to be feeling as good as she did, yet he was still watching out
for her, rather than taking the time to enjoy the experience. 
She wouldn't disappoint him.  She'd be extra careful so that he
wouldn't worry, and when she had all of him inside her that she
could get in, she was going to see to it that he had the biggest
cum she could possibly give him as a reward for his patience and
his love.

     Push down slowly.  Relax.  Push down slowly.  Relax. 
Until....

     "Daddy, I don't think I can get any more in."

     His wide eyes seemed unable to lift from her pussy.  "Don't
try.  You have almost all of it in you.  More than I expected."

     She couldn't see all that well because it was underneath
her, so she felt to see how much was still outside, reaching
behind and under her butt so that she wouldn't block his view. 
Maybe two inches.  She giggled.  "I'll just save the rest for
later," she said.

     He made a sad little smile under his happy face.  She
realized he knew that this would be their only time.  Then she
saw a faint change, one she'd never be able to describe in her
notebook in a hundred million billion years, and she KNEW that
they would make love again.  And fuck for sport, too.  "I love
you, Daddy," she said softly, with all the love and caring she
could put into her voice.

     His eyes looked wet, like he was about to cry.  He gave her
the warmest smile and said in a soft voice, "I love you, too,
Wynter."  She hoped he had heard as much love in her voice as she
heard in his.  "Are you ready, or do you need to relax and
stretch a little more?"

     She concentrated on her pussy and the huge tube of flesh
filling it.  She felt it throb, just like it did in her hand,
only this time it thrilled her even more, and that started her
spring tightening again.  "I think I'm as stretched as I can get
now."

     He nodded.  "Okay.  Slowly now for a little bit, until you
get the hang of it, lift slightly and then lower back to where
you are now.  You may want to hurry, but you have to teach
yourself to stop before you hurt yourself.  We don't need both of
us to be patients!"

     She giggled and rubbed one hand on his chest in a caress. 
"I'll be careful.  We can't make love or fuck if my pussy gets
put in a cast."  Because she was supporting her weight on her
knees, the laughter that shook her father's body caused his dick
to jump and shake inside of her.  A thrill shot from her pussy
through her entire body, and that spring tightened some more. 
She started raising and lowering her body on him, sending more
pleasure waves out from her pussy and causing her to gasp every
time she felt him stuffing her pussy full again.

     Soon she was lifting until just the head remained inside her
body, then lowering down to feel it slowly stretch and fill her. 
She couldn't believe that ANYTHING could feel better than the
vibrator or her father's tongue in her split -- her pussy -- but
this really and truly did!  She concentrated for a few moments on
where the limits were to keep him inside her and to keep him from
going too deep within her, and then she slowly increased the
speed.  It made the horny feeling in her overstuffed pussy feel
so very much better, but it also made it worse at the same time,
causing her to move faster for more relief, on and on in an
endless loop.

     She heard noises as she slid her stretched little hole up
and down around the rigid dick jutting up from her father's lower
body.  Because the horny feeling was so overwhelming she needed
several moments to realize it was both her father and herself. 
They were both grunting and moaning and saying, "I love you" and
"It feels so GOOD!" and laughing and crying and making all sorts
of sounds at once that she knew wouldn't make ANY sense to
someone listening through a wall, but made perfect sense to her,
being where she was and doing what she was doing, and now she
could hear a wet sound coming from her split that was her
father's thingy sliding into her through her natural lubrication
as it wound a spring inside her vaginal area tighter and tighter
and even still tighter yet even though it couldn't POSSIBLY get
any tighter as shemovedfasterandfasterand....

     She knew she screamed when the spring exploded, sending
shockwaves of almost unbearable pleasure shooting through her
body over and over and over and over like it would never end. 
She couldn't help it because it felt so WONDERFUL and the
strength of it was such a surprise because it was MUCH bigger
than any of her other orgasms, and she was vaguely aware that she
might have scared her father when she screamed, and she really
really really hoped that he wasn't scared, and that he was
feeling as good as she was with their first time making love, and
why hadn't her hips stopped moving, and what was that hot feeling
deep inside her, and why was the spring getting tighter again,
only it was getting tighter muchmorefasterthistimeand....

     She screamed in delight again.

                                    Ten

     Richard lay gasping for breath, unable to believe he'd
actually cum again.  The sight of Wynter convulsing in orgasm had
been too much for him, and somewhere he'd found a reserve of cum
for her tender young pussy and the energy to shoot it.  The Beast
finally died then, though rigor mortis had apparently kept it
stiff enough for her to work herself almost immediately to a
second release.

     He wasn't sure if she'd fallen asleep or fainted, but at
least she was stretched along his body in such a way that she was
in no danger of rolling off him and falling to the floor.  She,
too, was gasping for air.  A whimper to his left told him Dragon
was worried and was checking up on her.  "It's okay, Dragon. 
She's okay, boy.  Go lie down."

     <Okay?>  She was BETTER than "okay," she was the most
exciting sexual partner he'd ever experienced.  He sincerely
hoped that she would always remember her first time making love
as a wonderful experience.  And, now that he thought about it,
her first fuck, too.  From what she was saying while she humped
him, her first orgasm occurred while she was making love, but the
second one -- that second one was pure, unbridled,
no-holds-barred, all-for-me fucking.

     He wondered why he felt tears streaming down his cheeks.  It
was, he realized, because he needed to hold her and couldn't. 
The other times he'd just WANTED to hold her.  This time he
NEEDED to hold her, the way he needed oxygen and water, because
his life depended on her. Well, by god, he had one free leg.

     Carefully, but with urgency born of need, he shifted his
body, lifting and twisting his free leg until he was able to
capture her left thigh between his foot and his bare right thigh. 
Something inside the cast on his lower right leg flared in pain,
but he didn't care.  He squeezed her to him in the only way he
could, trying to ignore the fact that he would eventually have to
release her.

     Rigor mortis fled the beast then, and it oozed out of her
tight, wet, wonderful little cunt with a faint "slish" noise.  He
wasn't totally surprised to find fresh tears on his cheeks.

                               ---

     He opened his eyes at the movement.  Wynter was sitting up,
about to swing one leg back from across his body so that she
could get down from the bed.

     "Oh, Daddy, I'm sorry.  I didn't mean to wake you up, but I
was afraid I was making you uncomfortable."

     "Honey, that's no problem at all.  If you aren't
uncomfortable, you don't have to get down.  You can stay right
where you are and hold me while we sleep.  I'd really love that
if it doesn't keep you from resting."

     She grinned sleepily, a mixture of happiness and sexual
satisfaction.  "Okay," she said, masking a yawn with her hand. 
"I'll turn off the light."

     "Don't.  Not unless it bothers you.  I don't want you to be
away from me that long, even if it is only two feet away and five
seconds apart.  Unless you need to get up for another reason."

     "Huh uh," she said.  "Daddy, that's sweet.  I don't want to
be away from you, either."  She yawned again.  "But don't you
want me to go wash my pussy for you?  And wash off your dick?"

     "Not unless it bothers you.  All I want is to feel you next
to me, to go to sleep that way, and to wake up that way."

     She leaned forward for nose-and-lips kisses, then gently
eased herself down onto him.  She found a position that wasn't
uncomfortable for either and wrapped her arms around him. 
"G'night, Daddy," she said with a squeeze

     "Goodnight, honey," he replied, feeling warm and cozy and
wondering why tears were threatening to break loose again.

     She snuggled her cheek against his chest, scooting it around
until it was just right.  "Thank you for loving me."  And she was
asleep.

     The tears escaped again.

                               ---

     <Bacon.  Coffee.>  He lifted his head from the slight -- no,
steep -- incline.  Wynter had raised the head of the bed over
halfway without waking him.  There they were, on the breakfast
tray on the rollaway bedside table, where his pills had been
counted out.  The urinal was on the nightstand and the vibrators
weren't.  Wynter had been busy while he slept.

     He heard the faucet in the bathroom just as the water
stopped flowing.  Seconds later his naked daughter appeared, a
smile of afterglow still radiating from her face.  She saw him
looking at her and stopped.  "Drat!" she said with a sudden
frown.  "I was going to crawl back on top of you and let you wake
up with me holding you, like you wanted."

     "Honey, the important thing is that you're here with me," he
said, sympathizing with her feelings.  "I'd MUCH rather wake up
here alone and find that you are just over there in the bathroom
than wake up in the hospital alone and find you are miles away."

     Her head dropped at that, but her eyes stayed on his and she
didn't blush.  "Yeah, but I wanted to make you happy," she said
as she placed a gentle hand on his arm cast and bent to kiss his
nose.  She gave him a quick daughter-type kiss on the lips and
then lowered her head again to invite his tongue into her mouth.

     Her mouth was sweet and fresh and tasted of spearmint.  He
knew how funky his own breath was and kept the kiss short.  "I'm
sorry my breath is so funky," he apologized.  "I didn't have time
to go brush my teeth for you the way you did for me."

     "I'd rather kiss you with funky breath than not be able to
kiss you with fresh breath," she said with a big, self-satisfied
smile, followed by another daughter-peck before she turned for
his pills.

     He swallowed the last one.  "That's a little better.  Did
Dragon cook them?"

     "No," she said, a grin threatening to split her face in two. 
"I cooked them.  He just brought them in fresh from the garden."

     "No wonder there was an improvement," he managed to get out
with a straight face before both erupted.

     "You probably need this by now," she said, reaching for the
urinal.  "No sex!  Just urination for now.  Your breakfast is
getting cold."

     "Yes, Nurse King," he said without argument.  One, the sight
of the urinal had caused him to realize that he was about to
explode in a hurricane of yellow, and two, he couldn't get the
Beast stiff with a plaster cast this morning.

     They talked while she fed the two of them.  He listened
while she described her joy at having made love with the man she
loved most in all the whole entire world and tried to explain how
it felt to have him inside her exquisite nubile body.  She didn't
know the words to describe some of her feelings.  When, at her
request, he tried to describe to her was it was like to be the
one inside of her, he, too, discovered that he was ignorant of
the words required.

     Egg yolk dripped onto his chest.  "I guess should have
scrambled the eggs," she said, rising to lick the spot of yellow
from his chest while looking at him with devil-imp eyes.

     He wondered if she were now devious enough to have planned
the dripping yolk from the over-easy eggs.  Then free association
latched onto "scrambled eggs."  Surely the bouncing she had done
with the Beast in her nearly up to her ovaries had scrambled her
own.  He chuckled, and expected that he would have to explain why
he was suddenly laughing at her.

     Wynter, however, appeared to think she had tickled him when
she licked away the egg.

     "Honey," he asked as she sat down, "is your pussy sore this
morning?"

     Her face scrunched and her eyes went vacant for a moment, as
if she were reading a bank of indicators and gauges inside her
head.  "No, not really," she said.  "It's just a little tender." 
She grinned slyly.  "Why?  Are you ready to teach me how to
fuck?"

     "Another sip of coffee, please?  No, you already know how to
do that."

     She hesitated as she lifted the insulated coffee mug with
the bent straw.  "But we didn't fuck; we made love," she said.

     "The first time, yes," he agreed.  "But the second time you
came, it was from fucking.  Plain old ordinary, 'I need my brains
screwed out' fucking, and that was a sight to see.  Could you
move the straw a little closer to my mouth?  My lips aren't six
inches long."

     She blinked as she returned from wherever she'd been and
moved the straw to his reach.  "SECOND time?"

     He grunted acknowledgement, and when he swallowed he added,
"You came twice, you know."

     "I DID?"  Richard understood the phrase "eyes as big as twin
full moons" at that moment.

     "Oh, yes.  Very definitely"

     Her eyes unfocused as she replayed the recorded scene in her
head.  "I guess I did.  Oh!"  Mother Hen made a sudden
appearance.  "Daddy, I'm sorry!  I totally forgot about you
then!"

     He made a face.  "Do I have to call class back into session
again?  Wynter?"

     Instead of laughing she made a wry smile.  "Present."

     "There's a reason that making love and fucking have
different names:  they are different activities.  Making love is
what we did the first time.  It's when two people share love and
tenderness with each other through their bodies.  Making love is
sharing.  Fucking is when one or both of the people need sex for
its own sake.  Fucking is selfish, but that's okay because it's
SUPPOSED to be selfish.  You really needed to cum again, and I
helped you.  Sometimes one partner has a need to fuck and the
other has a need to make love.  USUALLY the partner with the need
to make love will defer, knowing that they can make love later
when the first partner is relaxed and can concentrate on both of
them.  I call it instant gratification and future satisfaction. 
Clear so far, my little student?"

     "Yes, teacher," she said, offering him another bite, which
he chewed and swallowed.

     "Now, a question for the class:  can one person make love
while the other fucks?"

     The silence grew long while she turned the question over in
her head.  She wasn't about to repeat the answer he'd given her
without first coming to that conclusion on her own.  Finally: 
"Yes.  That second time -- I was fucking, but you were still
making love," she said with a little smile of triumph on her
face.

     "But you barely remember there was a second time.  How do
you know I was making love while you were fucking?

     She already knew that answer.  As she fed him another bite
she said, "Because you were watching me cum.  You were sharing my
experience instead of being selfish and just paying attention to
yourself.  You remembered what it was like to watch me.  And you
also just said that you HELPED me cum again."

     She bit off a piece of buttered and jellied toast and chewed
with a look of silent self-satisfaction.

     Richard blinked twice and turned his head toward the door. 
"Dragon!"  The shiny black head sprang up, instantly alert. 
"It's official:  you are no longer the brains of the family."

                               ---

     It wasn't until she was putting the dishes in the dishwasher
that he realized she'd brought only one knife and fork.

                               ---

     Wynter was sorry that her father couldn't get another
hardon, but he told her that in a way it was a good thing.  He
was sure that as much as she was stretched and as hard as she had
fucked him -- SHE had fucked HIM?  Well, that made sense if you
thought about it -- she was probably more than "just a little
tender" down there, and if they fucked, or even made love again,
she might experience more damage and it might be painful.

     "We might have to put your pussy in a cast," he explained as
she finished shaving him, "and then you'd need Doctor Taylor to
give you a pussy stretcher."

     She was proud of herself for catching the joke, and the look
in his eyes said he was both surprised and proud of her, too.

     "But Doctor Richard has a prescription for you, Nurse King."

     She put the razor on the table and crossed her arms under
her tits, lifting them slightly and watching his eyes go to them. 
She lowered her head and looked at him from under the bottom of a
frown.  "What?"

     "Doctor Richard prescribes that you have somebody kiss it
and make it feel better."

     She fought to hold back a grin.  "Well, I don't see anyone
else here, Doctor Richard, so I guess you'll just have to treat
me yourself."

     He broke into his own wicked grin, and she couldn't hold
back.  "Trust me," he said, "it WILL be a treat."

                               ---

     Wynter tried to suck her father's dick back to an erection,
but this time he was right:  it was so dead it was beyond rigor
mortis.  Still, the excitement of having his dick in her mouth
again while his tongue did WONDERFUL things to her pussy was
enough to cause the spring to wind supertight before it exploded. 
Her father had told her that there were little cums and big cums
and giant super-sized cums.  She sure did hope that these were
the giant super-sized ones, because if they were just the big
ones, she'd never survive anything larger.

                               ---

     Three o'clock.  Richard was clean and dressed in a hospital
gown rather than the pajamas Angie had wanted him to wear for
whatever reason.  Lunch was over.  The room was clean and smelled
lightly of cinnamon air freshener.  The sleeping bag was gone. 
Wynter was dressed for the first time in what seemed like years. 
Richard watched as she turned a slow circle for his inspection
and then asked, "Well?"

     "You look beautiful," he said, "but I think I like your
birthday suit better."

     Again her head went down at the compliment, and she seemed
to suddenly have trouble keeping her eyes on his again, as if
returning to girl's loose blouse, knit shorts, white ankle socks,
and slippers had returned her to her earlier girl's mind set. 
"Thank you," she whispered, then louder added, "I'll let you see
my birthday suit every chance I get."

     "Kiss?"

     Nose-and-lips daughter-kiss.

     "Lover's kiss?"

     He was exploring her mouth for the third time, his eyes
closed, when he noticed the salty wetness.  He opened his eyes,
broke off the kiss, and pulled back into his pillow.  She raised
her head and released her ponytail, freeing that hand to wipe her
wet cheeks.  Her other hand continued to smooth his hair.

     "Honey, what's wrong?"

     She sniffed and rubbed her nose with the back of her hand. 
"I'm sorry, Daddy.  I'm being selfish.  You want a nice lover's
kiss to remember, and I'm ruining it."

     He smiled gently.  "You're avoiding the question, honey."

     She sniffed again and chased down another escaping tear. 
"I'm just getting to know about sex, and now I have to give it
up.  I know you said we'd find time after Mother returns, but
Nurse Carter will still be here then, until you can get out of
bed.  It's going to be a long time before I can show you --
before we can show each other -- how much we love each other."

     "You are wrong, my favorite student who didn't pay full
attention to her lessons.  You are VERY wrong.  We may not be
able to have any sexual contact for a little while, but you are
showing me how much you love me right now.  Just like you've
always done."

     "Yes, but," she said, pausing to wipe a cheek and her nose
again, "I want to show you like a grownup, not like a child."

     "Honey, you've missed part of the lesson somewhere, probably
because I concentrated too much on the other part.  Sex may be a
'grownup' way to show love, but non-sex doesn't mean
'non-grownup.'  How many different ways do your mother and I show
that we love each other without going at it on the kitchen table
or living room floor?  A kiss on the nose from you is one of the
most wonderful things in the world because it shows me you love
me.  Nobody else loves me that way.  Well, except Dragon,
sometimes, but it's definitely NOT the same."

     Her mouth corners curled upward slightly, and her body
trembled once with a silent laugh.

     His eyes lifted upward to indicate her right hand.  "You pet
my hair, you hold my arm through the cast, you smile at me in a
way that I've never seen you smile at anyone else, you do the
best job possible as my nurse, you feed me, you play your flute
for me even though you want to shoot me for asking...."

     "Daddy!  No I don't!"

     "Ah, ah!  Don't fib or I'll have to turn you over my knee."

     She grinned suddenly.  "Want me to take off my shorts and
underpants?"

     Richard pulled his head deeper into the pillow and looked at
the ceiling.  "I actually lived long enough to hear Wynter King
ask a dumb question!"  He brought his eyes to hers in an eloquent
leer.  "Of course I do!  But Ellen and Kevin could walk in any
minute now.  I'll make your mother understand, but I could never
get them to."

     "Can I do one thing just for you before they get here?"

     He lifted one eyebrow.  "What?"

     She pulled the hem of her blouse up to her armpits and
thrust a tiny pink cone at his mouth.

                               ---

     "Nurse King, would you escort me to the door?"

     Wynter's head dropped.  "Sure, Doctor Taylor."  She waited
until he said his goodbyes.  Nurse Carter acted like she was
going to come with them, but Doctor Taylor did something with his
hand and she changed her mind.  Only Dragon accompanied them. 
Doctor Taylor stopped her in the living room and asked if they
could talk for a moment.  They sat together on the overstuffed
couch.

     "First of all," Doctor Taylor said, looking her straight in
the eye the way she saw him talk to Nurse Carter, "you did a very
excellent and professional job while Nurse Carter was away.  Wait
a minute -- a nurse doesn't look away when a doctor compliments
her professionalism."  He pointed to his eyes.  "You continue to
look right here, okay?"

     <Drat!>  She had acted like a child when he'd just told her
she'd been acting like a responsible grownup.  "Okay."

     He broke out in the biggest grin.  Doctor Taylor sometimes
was grumpy with other people, and sometimes even with kids, but
with her he was always the nicest person she'd ever met.  Except
for her father.  And her mother, of course.  If she ever had to
pick somebody else to be her father, she'd choose Doctor Taylor.

     "Now!  You did an excellent job with his records.  They were
neat, orderly, and precise."  He was leaning toward her and
tapping his left index finger with his right to indicate his
points, the way he discussed patients with nurses and other
doctors, and that made her tingle inside.  " I had no trouble
following them.  Those extra comments you made were a perfect
touch.  I felt like I had been present at the time and observed
him myself.  Ellen is right:  you are a natural nurse."

     "Thank you," she whispered, using all her willpower to force
her head to stay upright.

     "Don't thank me, it's the truth!"  His voice snapped, but
she saw the sparkle in his eyes and knew he was playing with her. 
"I have nothing against nurses, and I know you'll be the best in
the state, if not in the whole country, but you'd make a damned
fine doctor, and I really do hope you will consider medical
school.  Of course, you'll have to learn to scrawl so nobody can
read your writing.  But you still have plenty of time to think
about it."

     She grinned at him.  "Only if you forgive me."

     His eyes grew wide and he drew himself upright on the couch. 
He jabbed an index finger at her nose.  "Never!"

     Doctor Taylor always said he'd never forgive her for
deciding to be born at home early, during a winter storm that had
closed the mountain road, thus depriving him of the honor of
being the first person to ever see her.  Wynter had thought that
he teased other kids that way until Nurse Carter told her that
she was the only one.

     He bounced his fingertip off her nose and said in a serious
tone, "Listen, I'm still worried about Richard's hands.  I let
him talk me into leaving his right fingers free and two fingers
on his left hand, but you have to be sure that he doesn't try to
do too much with them.  Understand?"

     Wynter nodded.  "I understand.  You think it might interfere
with his -- uh -- range of motion?"

     Doctor Taylor gave her a warm smile that was the next best
thing to one from her father.  "Exactly.  There's not much he can
do with his arms still in the casts, but he might TRY and overdo
something.  Did you hear me say that I'll take the leg cast off
next week if he continues to make the same progress?"

     Wynter nodded again.  "Yes."  Doctor Taylor always treated
her like she was a nurse, but this time there was something
different in his voice and manner.  She wondered if, just maybe,
that was the way he treated other doctors.

     "Good."  He rose and offered her a hand in assistance. 
Doctor Taylor was the person she always thought of when she heard
the word, "Gentleman."  She felt guilty that she didn't think of
her father instead, but she couldn't help herself.  He bowed
crisply from the waist and said, "Then I shall bid you good day,
Nurse and/or Doctor King."

     She threw her arms around him and squeezed.

     "Oh, my goodness!  My diagnosis was wrong!"

     Wynter looked up at him and frowned.  She knew he was
playing, but she had no idea what the meant.  "What diagnosis?"

     "I thought you were too grown up to hug."  He dropped down,
wrapped his arms around her, and squeezed.  It felt almost as
good as a hug from Daddy and Mother and Grandpa King and a lot
better than one from Aunt Diane or Uncle Bob.  When he rose again
he said, "You keep on taking good care of our patient."  And then
he was gone.

                               ---

     The low voices from her father's sick room sounded angry as
she approached the door.  The fur between Dragon's shoulders
suddenly bristled at the tone.  Nurse Carter had her back to the
door as Wynter entered the room.  Her father was lying back and
looking at the ceiling.

     "Daddy?  Nurse Carter?  Is something wrong?"

     "Something is VERY wrong, Wynter," Nurse Carter said, slowly
turning to face her.  "Your father can't seem to explain THESE." 
She held out her hands.  One hand held the smallest vibrator. 
Pinched between the thumb and forefinger of the other hand were
three short, thin, cornsilk curls.

                               END



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